Viktor Dragunsky has wonderful stories about the boy Deniska, which are called “Deniska’s stories.” Many guys have read these funny stories. It can be said that great amount people grew up on these stories, “Deniska’s stories” are incredibly similar to our society, both in its aesthetic aspects and in its factuality. The phenomenon of universal love for the stories of Viktor Dragunsky is explained quite simply.
By reading small but quite meaningful stories about Deniska, children learn to compare and contrast, fantasize and dream, analyze their actions with funny laughter and enthusiasm. Dragunsky's stories are distinguished by his love for children, knowledge of their behavior, and emotional responsiveness. Deniska’s prototype is the author’s son, and the father in these stories is the author himself. V. Dragunsky wrote not only funny stories, many of which most likely happened to his son, but also a bit educational. Good and good impressions remain after thoughtfully reading Deniska’s stories, many of which were later filmed. Children and adults reread them many times with great pleasure. In our collection you can read online list Deniskin's stories, and enjoy their world at any free moment.
“Tomorrow is the first of September,” said my mother. - And now autumn has come, and you will go to second grade. Oh, how time flies!.. “And on this occasion,” dad picked up, “we are now going to “slaughter” a watermelon!” And he took a knife and cut the watermelon. When he cut, such a full, pleasant, green crack was heard that my back went cold with anticipation of how I would eat this...
When Maria Petrovna ran into our room, she simply could not be recognized. She was all red, like Signor Tomato. She was out of breath. She looked as if she was boiling all over, like soup in a saucepan. When she rushed towards us, she immediately shouted: “Gee!” - And she fell onto the ottoman. I said: - Hello, Maria...
If you think about it, this is just some kind of horror: I have never flown on an airplane before. True, once I almost flew, but that was not the case. It broke. It's just a disaster. And this happened not so long ago. I was no longer small, although I couldn’t say I was big either. At that time, my mother was on vacation, and we were visiting her relatives, on a large collective farm. There was...
After lessons, Mishka and I collected our belongings and went home. It was wet, dirty and fun outside. It had just rained heavily, and the asphalt sparkled like new, the air smelled of something fresh and clean, houses and the sky were reflected in the puddles, and if you walked down the mountain, then from the side, near the sidewalk, torrent, like a mountain river, a beautiful stream...
As soon as we found out that our unprecedented heroes in space call each other Falcon and Berkut, we immediately decided that I would now be Berkut, and Mishka would be Falcon. Because we will still study to be cosmonauts, and Sokol and Berkut are like that beautiful names! And Mishka and I also decided that as long as we were accepted into the cosmonaut school, we would be with him...
It so happened that I had several days off a week in a row, and I could do nothing for a whole week. The teachers in our class fell ill as one. Some have appendicitis, some have a sore throat, some have the flu. There is absolutely no one to do. And then Uncle Misha turned up. When he heard that I could rest for a whole week, he immediately jumped to the ceiling...
Suddenly our door swung open, and Alenka shouted from the corridor: “There’s a spring market in the big store!” She screamed terribly loudly, and her eyes were round, like buttons, and desperate. At first I thought someone had been stabbed. And she took a breath again and come on: - Let's run, Deniska! Quicker! There's fizzy kvass there! Music plays and different dolls! Let's run! Screams as if there was a fire. And I'm from...
Dragunsky Viktor Yuzefovich- Russian writer. Born on November 30, 1913 in New York, where his parents settled, who emigrated from Russia in search of better life. However, already in 1914, shortly before the start of the First World War, the family returned and settled in Gomel, where Dragunsky spent his childhood. After school, he became an apprentice turner at the Samotochka plant, from where he was soon fired for labor misconduct. He got a job as a saddler apprentice at the Sport Tourism factory (1930).
He entered the “Literary and Theater Workshops” (headed by A. Dikiy) to study acting. After completing the course, he was accepted into the Transport Theater (now the N.V. Gogol Theater). Later, the actor who performed at the show of young talents was invited to the Satire Theater. In 1940, his first feuilletons and humorous stories were published.
During the Great Patriotic War Dragunsky was in the militia, then performed with front-line concert brigades. For a little over a year he worked in the circus as a clown, then returned to the theater. Appointed to the newly created Theater-Studio of Film Actors (1945), Dikiy invited Dragunsky there as well. Dragunsky created a parody “theater within a theater” - the “Blue Bird” he invented (1948–1958) acted out something like funny skits. In collaboration with the poetess L. Davidovich composed several popular songs (Three Waltzes, Miracle Song, Motor Ship, Star of My Fields, Berezonka). Admittedly, Dragunsky was a very talented person, but hardly anyone imagined that he would become a prose writer - it happened as if overnight.
Dragunsky had a special flair for the little things in life. All this was reflected in Deniska’s stories.
The stories are tied to a specific time (the first appeared in 1959), and although there are not many signs of the time themselves, the spirit of the 1950s and 1960s is conveyed here. Readers may not know who Botvinnik is or what kind of clown Karandash is: they perceive the atmosphere recreated in the stories.
Precise details and certainty of situations in those few novels and short stories that Dragunsky wrote for adults, on the contrary, give these works harshness. Their drama almost turns into tragedy (during the author’s lifetime, the Old Woman’s story was not published, which was highly appreciated Chief Editor magazine " New world"A.T. Tvardovsky). However, the author does not make assessments, much less criticize social reality: he draws human characters from which, as if from scattered details, one can reconstruct an entire life. The story “He Fell on the Grass” (1961) tells about the very first days of the war. Its hero, a young artist who was not drafted into the army due to disability, enlisted in the militia and died. The story “Today and Everyday” (1964) tells about a person who exists in spite of time, at least not in agreement with him in everything. Clown Nikolai Vetrov, a wonderful trickster, capable of saving any program, making preparations even for a provincial circus, is not at peace with himself - and in life he is uncomfortable and awkward. The story was filmed twice, in 1980 and 1993.
Dragunsky died in Moscow on May 6, 1972.
Victor Yuzefovich Dragunsky
Deniska's stories
© Dragunsky V. Yu., heirs, 2014
© Dragunskaya K.V., preface, 2014
© Chizhikov V. A., afterword, 2014
© Losin V. N., illustrations, inheritance, 2014
© AST Publishing House LLC, 2015
About my dad
When I was little, I had a dad. Victor Dragunsky. Famous children's writer. But no one believed me that he was my dad. And I shouted: “This is my dad, dad, dad!!!” And she started to fight. Everyone thought he was my grandfather. Because he was no longer very young. I am a late child. Younger. I have two older brothers - Lenya and Denis. They are smart, learned and quite bald. But they know much more stories about dad than I do. But since it was not they who became children’s writers, but me, they usually ask me to write something about dad.
My dad was born a long time ago. In 2013, on the first of December, he would have turned one hundred years old. And he was born not just anywhere, but in New York. This is how it happened - his mom and dad were very young, got married and left Belarusian city Gomel to America, for happiness and wealth. I don’t know about happiness, but things didn’t work out for them at all with wealth. They ate exclusively bananas, and in the house where they lived there were huge rats running around. And they returned back to Gomel, and after a while they moved to Moscow, to Pokrovka. There, my dad did poorly at school, but he loved to read books. Then he worked at a factory, studied to be an actor and worked at the Satire Theater, and also as a clown in a circus and wore a red wig. This is probably why my hair is red. And as a child, I also wanted to become a clown.
Dear readers!!! People often ask me how my dad is doing and ask me to ask him to write something else - bigger and funnier. I don’t want to upset you, but my dad died a long time ago, when I was only six years old, that is, thirty extra years it turns out backwards. That's why I remember very few incidents about him.
One such case. My dad loved dogs very much. He always dreamed of having a dog, but his mother did not allow him, but finally, when I was five and a half years old, a spaniel puppy named Toto appeared in our house. So wonderful. Eared, spotted and with thick paws. He had to be fed six times a day, like a baby, which made my mother a little angry... And then one day my dad and I came from somewhere or were just sitting at home alone, and I wanted to eat something. We go to the kitchen and find a saucepan with semolina porridge, and it’s so delicious (I generally can’t stand semolina porridge) that we eat it right away. And then it turns out that this is Totosha’s porridge, which his mother specially cooked in advance to mix with some vitamins, as puppies should. Mom was offended, of course. A disgrace is a children's writer, an adult, and he ate puppy porridge.
They say that in his youth my dad was terribly cheerful, he always came up with something, there were always the coolest and coolest people around him. witty people Moscow, and at home it was always noisy, fun, laughter, celebration, feasting and full of celebrities. Unfortunately, I no longer remember this - when I was born and grew up a little, my dad was very sick with hypertension, high blood pressure, and it was impossible to make noise in the house. My friends, who are now quite grown-up aunties, still remember that I had to walk on tiptoe so as not to bother my dad. They didn’t even allow me to see him, so that I wouldn’t disturb him. But I still got to him, and we played - I was a frog, and dad was a respected and kind lion.
My dad and I also went to eat bagels on Chekhov Street, there was this bakery with bagels and a milkshake. We were also at the circus on Tsvetnoy Boulevard, we sat very close, and when the clown Yuri Nikulin saw my dad (and they worked together in the circus before the war), he was very happy, took the microphone from the ringmaster and sang “The Song about Hares” especially for us. .
My dad also collected bells, we have a whole collection at home, and now I continue to add to it.
If you read “Deniska’s Stories” carefully, you understand how sad they are. Not all, of course, but some – just very much so. I won’t say which ones now. Read it for yourself and feel it. And then we’ll check. Some people are surprised, they say, how did an adult manage to penetrate into the soul of a child, speak on his behalf, as if it were told by the child himself?.. But it’s very simple - dad remained a little boy all his life. Exactly! A person does not have time to grow up at all - life is too short. A person only has time to learn to eat without getting dirty, to walk without falling, to do something, to smoke, to lie, to shoot from a machine gun, or vice versa - to heal, to teach... All people are children. Well, in extreme cases - almost everything. Only they don't know about it.
Of course, I don’t remember much about my dad. But I can write all sorts of stories - funny, strange and sad. I got this from him.
And my son Tema is very similar to my dad. Well, he looks like a spitting image! Elderly people live in the house in Karetny Ryad, where we live in Moscow. variety artists who remember my dad when he was young. And that’s what they call Tema – “Bred of Dragoons.” And Tema and I love dogs. Our dacha is full of dogs, and those that are not ours just come to us for dinner. One day some striped dog came, we treated him to cake, and he liked it so much that he ate it and barked with joy with his mouth full.
Ksenia Dragunskaya
“It’s alive and glowing...”
One evening I sat in the yard, near the sand, and waited for my mother. She probably stayed late at the institute, or in the store, or perhaps stood on the bus stop. Don't know. Only all the parents in our yard had already arrived, and all the kids went home with them and were probably already drinking tea with bagels and cheese, but my mother was still not there...
And now the lights began to light up in the windows, and the radio started playing music, and dark clouds moved in the sky - they looked like bearded old men...
And I wanted to eat, but my mother was still not there, and I thought that if I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and would not be late and not made her sit on the sand and get bored.
And at that time Mishka came out into the yard. He said:
- Great!
And I said:
- Great!
Mishka sat down with me and picked up the dump truck.
- Wow! - said Mishka. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up sand himself? Not yourself? Does he leave on his own? Yes? What about the pen? What is it for? Can it be rotated? Yes? A? Wow! Will you give it to me at home?
I said:
- No I will not give. Present. Dad gave it to me before he left.
The bear pouted and moved away from me. It became even darker outside.
I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother came. But she still didn’t go. Apparently, I met Aunt Rosa, and they stand and talk and don’t even think about me. I lay down on the sand.
Here Mishka says:
- Can you give me a dump truck?
- Get off it, Mishka.
Dragunsky Viktor Yuzefovich(1913 - 1972) - Soviet children's writer, gained popularity and fame thanks to the series of works "Deniska's Stories", which became a classic of Soviet children's literature.
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