In this lesson you will get acquainted with the biography of Victor Dragunsky, read his story “The Enchanted Letter”, conduct a detailed analysis of the story, and do vocabulary work.
But in 1914, the family returned back to Russia and settled in Gomel, where he spent his childhood.
In 1925, the family moved to Moscow. Victor began working early to provide himself with food. However, he did not immediately become a writer. After leaving school, Dragunsky worked as a turner at a factory, a saddler, a boatman, and a beacon maker.
From 1931 to 1936 he studied acting in literary and theater workshops (Fig. 2).
Rice. 2. Literary and theatrical workshop of A. Diky ()
Dragunsky's acting biography began in 1935. He was a theater and pop artist and directed the Blue Bird Theater for several years (Fig. 3).
Rice. 3. Variety group “Blue Bird” ()
His team instantly became famous. And Viktor Dragunsky worked as Santa Claus on Christmas trees. He was also a red-haired clown in a shaggy wig at the circus on Tsvetnoy Boulevard (Fig. 4).
Rice. 4. Victor Dragunsky ()
But it is very difficult to be a clown, because he must be able to show tricks, do somersaults, walk on a tightrope, dance, sing, and be able to communicate with animals. Viktor Dragunsky knew how to do all this.
During the Great Patriotic War, Dragunsky was in the militia, then performed with front-line concert brigades.
Rice. 5. V.Yu. Dragunsky ()
Fate gave him only 58 years. Dragunsky lived one, but extremely diverse, rich, intense and integral life. He had the rare fate of being unlike anyone else, of creating his own style both in life and in creativity.
When Victor Dragunsky's son Denis was born, all sorts of funny stories began to happen to him (Fig. 6).
Rice. 6. Viktor Dragunsky with his son ()
Dragunsky began to write down these stories, and “Deniska’s Stories” came out (Fig. 7).
Rice. 7. Cover of the book “Deniska’s Stories” ()
Rice. 8. Magazine “Murzilka” (May 1959) ()
And the first book of sixteen stories was published in 1961 under the title “He is alive and glowing” (Fig. 9).
Rice. 9. Cover of the book “He is alive and glowing” ()
Deniska's adventures became more and more numerous. In total, about ninety funny stories were written (Fig. 10). These stories brought the writer well-deserved fame.
Rice. 10. Illustration for Dragunsky’s story “Exactly 25 kilos” ()
The father in these stories is Viktor Yuzefovich himself, and Deniska is his son, who, having matured, became a successful writer. It is already difficult to find in him the features of the former boy who could selflessly fall in love with the girl on the ball and lie about the fire in the outbuilding (Fig. 11).
Rice. 11. Denis Viktorovich Dragunsky ()
In Dragunsky's stories, bright, tender feelings always triumph over flat and ponderous worldliness.
“Deniska’s stories” are good not only because they convey the psychology of a child with extraordinary accuracy, but also because they reflect a bright perception of the world. At the center of the stories are the inquisitive and active Deniska and his friend (the dreamy, slow Mishka) (Fig. 12).
Rice. 12. Deniska and Mishka ()
Dragunsky's books are read not only in Russia, but also in Ukraine, Moldova, Uzbekistan, Azerbaijan, Norway, the Czech Republic, Germany, and even Japan.
If you suddenly feel sad, read Deniska's Stories.
Read the word first smoothly, syllable by syllable, and then together:
House management
House management- words are hidden in this word house And control.
House management is the organization that manages the houses.
Put on the butt - in forestry this means to put in an upright position.
The meaning of any word can be found in the dictionary. For help, you should consult an explanatory dictionary (Fig. 13).
Rice. 13. Explanatory dictionary of V.I. Dalia ()
Let's look at the meaning of some words in V.I.'s Explanatory Dictionary. Dalia:
You'll break it spitz - at the word spitz there are two meanings:
1. a small lap dog with fluffy fur.
2. an obsolete word, the same as spire - the sharp tip of the top.
Read syllable by syllable:
Za-ak-ti-ro-vat
And now, in one word:
Activate - draw up an act.
Read the story of Victor Dragunsky (Fig. 14).
Rice. 14. Cover of the book “The Enchanted Letter” ()
Enchanted letter
Recently we were walking in the yard: Alenka, Mishka and me. Suddenly a truck drove into the yard. And there is a Christmas tree on it. We ran after the car. So she drove up to the building management office, stopped, and the driver and our janitor began unloading the tree. They shouted at each other:
- Easier! Let's bring it in! Right! Leveya! Get her on her butt! Make it easier, otherwise you’ll break off the whole spitz.
And when they unloaded, the driver said:
“Now we need to register this tree,” and he left.
And we stayed near the Christmas tree(Fig. 15) .
Rice. 15. Illustration for the story “The Enchanted Letter” ()
Events take place on the street, in the yard. The main characters are Deniska, Alyonka and Mishka. A Christmas tree was brought into the yard.
The conversation between the driver and the janitor attracts attention. Remember what words they say: left, right. Their speech is wrong because it is right to speak left, right, put. These characters speak incorrectly because they obviously didn't do well in school.
She lay there big, furry, and smelled so deliciously of frost that we stood there like fools and smiled. Then Alenka took hold of one twig and said:
- Look, there are detectives hanging on the tree.
"Detective"! She said it wrong! Mishka and I just rolled around. We both laughed equally, but then Mishka began to laugh louder to make me laugh.
Well, I pushed it a little so he wouldn't think I was giving up. Mishka held his stomach with his hands, as if he was in great pain, and shouted:
- Oh, I'll die of laughter! Detective!
And, of course, I turned up the heat:
- The girl is five years old, but she says “detective”... Hahaha(Fig. 16) !
Rice. 16. Deniska and Mishka laugh at Alyonka ()
Then Mishka fainted and groaned:
- Oh, I feel bad! Detective...
And he began to hiccup:
- Hick!.. Detective. Ick! Ick! I'll die of laughter! Ick!
Then I grabbed a handful of snow and began to apply it to my forehead, as if I had already developed a brain infection and had gone crazy. I yelled:
- The girl is five years old, getting married soon! And she is a detective.
Alenka’s lower lip curled so that it went behind her ear.
- I said it right! It’s my tooth that has fallen out and is whistling. I want to say “detective”, but I whistle “detective”...
Mishka said:
- What a miracle! Her tooth fell out! I’ve got three that have fallen out and two that are wobbly, but I still speak correctly! Listen here: giggles! What? It's really great - huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! This is how it comes out easily for me: giggles! I can even sing:
Oh, green hyhechka,
I'm afraid I'll inject myself.
But Alenka will scream. One is louder than the two of us:
- Wrong! Hooray! You talk hykhki, but we need detective!
And Mishka:
- Precisely, that there is no need for detective work, but rather giggles.
And let's both roar. All you can hear is: “Detective!” - “Giggles!” - “Detective!”
This part of the story talks about how Alyonka saw the bumps and pronounced the word incorrectly. But Mishka, as it turned out, also pronounced this word incorrectly.
Looking at them, I laughed so much that I even got hungry. I walked home and kept thinking: why were they arguing so much, since they were both wrong? It's a very simple word. I stopped and said clearly:
- No detective work. No naked, but briefly and clear: Fyfki!
That's it!(Fig. 17)
Rice. 17. Illustration for the story “The Enchanted Letter” ()
The reader did not imagine that events would unfold this way, because Deniska also could not say this word correctly. Mishka and Alyonka cried because they tried to pronounce this word, but they couldn’t. All three have the same problem - teeth have fallen out.
Since it is clear that children change their milk teeth to molars, we can conclude that they are preschoolers.
The work “The Enchanted Letter” is a story. Stories can be scientific and artistic. This story is fiction because it has a plot and a storyline.
Victor Dragunsky writes funny stories. This funny story teaches that you shouldn’t laugh at others, because you, too, may not succeed at something.
Take other stories by Victor Dragunsky from the library and read them.
References
1. Kubasova O.V. Favorite pages: Textbook on literary reading for grade 2, 2 parts. - Smolensk: “21st Century Association”, 2011.
2. Kubasova O.V. literary reading: Workbook for the textbook for grade 2, 2 parts. - Smolensk: “21st Century Association”, 2011.
4. Kubasova O.V. Literary reading: Tests: 2nd grade. - Smolensk: “21st Century Association”, 2011.
2. Website of the festival of pedagogical ideas “Open Lesson” ()
Homework
1. Tell how Viktor Dragunsky came up with the idea to create the series “Deniska’s Stories”.
3. Take a book with Dragunsky's stories from the library and read several of them.
Recently we were walking in the yard: Alenka, Mishka and me. Suddenly a truck drove into the yard. And there is a Christmas tree on it. We ran after the car. So she drove up to the building management office, stopped, and the driver and our janitor began unloading the tree. They shouted at each other:
- Easier! Let's bring it in! Right! Leveya! Get her on her butt! Make it easier, otherwise you’ll break off the whole spitz.
And when they unloaded, the driver said:
“Now we need to register this tree,” and he left.
And we stayed near the Christmas tree.
She lay there big, furry, and smelled so deliciously of frost that we stood there like fools and smiled. Then Alenka took hold of one twig and said:
- Look, there are detectives hanging on the tree.
"Detective"! She said it wrong! Mishka and I just rolled around. We both laughed equally, but then Mishka began to laugh louder to make me laugh.
Well, I pushed it a little so he wouldn't think I was giving up. Mishka held his stomach with his hands, as if he was in great pain, and shouted:
Oh, I'll die of laughter! Detective!
And, of course, I turned up the heat:
- The girl is five years old, but she says “detective”... Hahaha!
Then Mishka fainted and groaned:
Oh, I feel bad! Detective...
And he began to hiccup:
- Hick!.. Detective. Ick! Ick! I'll die of laughter! Ick!
Then I grabbed a handful of snow and began to apply it to my forehead, as if I had already developed a brain infection and had gone crazy. I yelled:
- The girl is five years old, getting married soon! And she’s a detective. Alenka’s lower lip curled so that it went behind her ear.
- I said it right! It’s my tooth that has fallen out and is whistling. I want to say “detective”, but I whistle “detective”...
Mishka said:
- What a miracle! Her tooth fell out! I’ve got three that have fallen out and two that are wobbly, but I still speak correctly! Listen here: giggles! What? It's really great - huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! This is how it comes out easily for me: giggles! I can even sing:
Oh, green hyhechka,
I'm afraid I'll inject myself. 
But Alenka will scream. One is louder than the two of us:
- Wrong! Hooray! You talk hykhki, but we need detective!
And Mishka:
- Precisely, that there is no need for detective work, but rather giggles.
And let's both roar. All you can hear is: “Detective!” - “Giggles!” - “Detective!”
Looking at them, I laughed so much that I even got hungry. I walked home and kept thinking: why were they arguing so much, since they were both wrong? It's a very simple word. I stopped and said clearly:
- No detective work. No naked, but briefly and clear: Fyfki!
That's it!
Recently we were walking in the yard: Alenka, Mishka and me. Suddenly a truck drove into the yard. And there is a Christmas tree on it. We ran after the car. So she drove up to the building management office, stopped, and the driver and our janitor began unloading the tree. They shouted at each other:
- Easier! Let's bring it in! Right! Leveya! Get her on her butt! Make it easier, otherwise you’ll break off the whole spitz.
And when they unloaded, the driver said:
“Now we need to register this tree,” and he left.
And we stayed near the Christmas tree.
She lay there big, furry, and smelled so deliciously of frost that we stood there like fools and smiled. Then Alenka took hold of one twig and said: 
- Look, there are detectives hanging on the tree.
"Detective"! She said it wrong! Mishka and I just rolled around. We both laughed equally, but then Mishka began to laugh louder to make me laugh.
Well, I pushed it a little so he wouldn't think I was giving up. Mishka held his stomach with his hands, as if he was in great pain, and shouted:
- Oh, I'll die of laughter! Detective!
And, of course, I turned up the heat:
- The girl is five years old, but she says “detective”... Hahaha!
Then Mishka fainted and groaned:
- Oh, I feel bad! Detective...
And he began to hiccup:
- Hick!.. Detective. Ick! Ick! I'll die of laughter! Ick!
Then I grabbed a handful of snow and began to apply it to my forehead, as if I had already developed a brain infection and had gone crazy. I yelled:
– The girl is five years old, she’s getting married soon! And she’s a detective. Alenka’s lower lip curled so that it went behind her ear.
- I said it right! It’s my tooth that has fallen out and is whistling. I want to say “detective”, but I whistle “detective”...
Mishka said:
- What a miracle! Her tooth fell out! I’ve got three that have fallen out and two that are wobbly, but I still speak correctly! Listen here: giggles! What? It’s really great – hihh-kee! This is how it comes out easily for me: giggles! I can even sing:
Oh, green hyhechka,
I'm afraid I'll inject myself. 
But Alenka will scream. One is louder than the two of us:
- Wrong! Hooray! You talk hykhki, but we need detective!
And Mishka:
- Precisely, that there is no need for detective work, but rather giggles.
And let's both roar. All you can hear is: “Detective!” - “Giggles!” - “Detective!”
Looking at them, I laughed so much that I even got hungry. I walked home and kept thinking: why were they arguing so much, since they were both wrong? It's a very simple word. I stopped and said clearly:
- No detective work. No naked, but briefly and clear: Fyfki!
That's it!
Irina, Nikita, Evgeniy, Marina, Anastasia, Valeria, Elvira, Alexander, Victoria, Alina.
Illustrations for V. Dragunsky's story were made by students using MS Paint.
The work is presented in the form of a book.
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VORONEZH
Municipal educational institution secondary school No. 92
4 "A" class
Worked on the book:
students of grade 4 "A"
Municipal educational institution secondary school No. 92
Voronezh
Bolotova Irina,
Vakhnin Nikita,
Ivannikov Evgeniy,
Ivanova Marina,
Kostyleva Anastasia,
Litvinova Valeria,
Mamedova Elvira,
Poluektov Alexander,
Prokofieva Victoria,
Serdyukova Alina.
teacher
Repina Elena Ilyinichna
Recently we were walking in the yard: Alyonka, Mishka and me. Suddenly a truck drove into the yard.
And there is a Christmas tree on it. We ran after the car. So she drove up to the building management office, stopped, and the driver and our janitor began unloading the tree.
They shouted at each other:
Easier! Let's bring it in! Right! Leveya! Get her on her butt! Make it easier, otherwise you’ll break off the whole spitz.
And when they unloaded, the driver said:
Now I need to register this tree,” and he left.
And we stayed near the Christmas tree.
She lay there big, furry, and smelled so deliciously of frost that we stood there like fools and smiled. Then Alyonka took hold of one branch:
Look, there are detectives hanging on the tree. “Detectives”! She said it wrong!
Mishka and I just rolled around. We both laughed equally, but then Mishka began to laugh louder to make me laugh.
Well, I pushed it a little so he wouldn't think I was giving up. Mishka held his stomach with his hands, as if he was in great pain, and shouted:
Oh, I'll die of laughter! Detective!
And I, of course, turned up the heat.
The girl is five years old, but she says “detective”... Ha ha ha! Then Mishka fainted and groaned:
Oh, I feel bad! Detective...
And he began to hiccup:
Hick!.. Detective. Ick! Ick! I'll die of laughter! Ick!
Then I grabbed a handful of snow and began to apply it to my forehead, as if I had already developed a brain infection and had gone crazy. I yelled:
The girl is five years old, getting married soon! And she is a detective.
Alyonka’s lower lip curled so that it went behind her ear.
I said it right! It’s my tooth that has fallen out and is whistling. I want to say “detective”, but I whistle “detective”...
Mishka said:
What a surprise! Her tooth fell out! I’ve got three that have fallen out and two that are wobbly, but I still speak correctly! Listen here: giggles! What? It's really great - wow! This is how it comes out easily for me: giggles! I can even sing:
Oh, green hyhechka,
I'm afraid I'll inject myself.
But Alyonka will scream. One is louder than the two of us:
Wrong! Hooray! You talk hykhki, but we need detective!
And Mishka:
Namely, that there is no need for detective work, but rather giggles.
And let's both roar. All you can hear is: “Detective!” - “Giggles!” - “Detective!”
Looking at them, I laughed so much that I even got hungry.
I walked home and kept thinking: why were they arguing so much, since they were both wrong? It's a very simple word. I stopped on the stairs and said clearly:
No detective work. No naked, but briefly and clear: Fyfki!
That's it!
Recently we were walking in the yard: Alyonka, Mishka and me. Suddenly a truck drove into the yard. And on it lay a Christmas tree. We ran after the car. So she drove up to the building administration, stopped, and the driver and our janitor began to unload the tree. They shouted at each other:
- Easier! Let's bring it in! Right! Leveya! Get her on her butt! Make it easier, otherwise you’ll break off the whole spitz.
— And when they unloaded, the driver said:
“Now we need to register this tree,” and he left.
And we stayed near the Christmas tree.
She lay there big, furry, and smelled so deliciously of frost that we stood there like fools and smiled. Then Alyonka took hold of one twig and said:
- Look, there are detectives hanging on the tree.
"Detective"! She said it wrong! Mishka and I just rolled around. We both laughed equally, but then Mishka began to laugh louder to make me laugh.
Well, I pushed it a little so he wouldn't think I was giving up. Mishka held his stomach with his hands, as if he was in great pain, and shouted:
- Oh, I'll die of laughter! Detective!
And, of course, I turned up the heat:
- The girl is five years old, but she says “detective”... Ha-ha-ha!
Then Mishka fainted and groaned:
- Oh, I feel bad! Detective...
And he began to hiccup:
- Hick!.. Detective. Ick! Ick! I'll die of laughter. Ick!
Then I grabbed a handful of snow and began to apply it to my forehead, as if I had already developed a brain infection and had gone crazy. I yelled:
- The girl is five years old, she’s getting married soon! And she's a detective...
Alyonka’s lower lip curled so that it went behind her ear.
- I said it right! This is my tooth falling out and whistling. I want to say “detective”, but I whistle “detective”.
Mishka said:
- What a miracle! Her tooth fell out! I’ve got three that have fallen out and two that are wobbly, but I still speak correctly! Listen here: giggles! What? It’s really great - huh-kee! This is how it comes out easily for me: giggles! I can even sing:
Oh, green hyhechka,
I'm afraid I'll inject myself.
But Alyonka will scream. One is louder than the two of us:
- Wrong! Hooray! You talk hykhki, but we need detective!
- Precisely, that there is no need for detective work, but rather giggles!
And let's both roar. All you can hear is: “Detective!” - “Giggles!” - “Detective!”
Looking at them, I laughed so much that I even got hungry. I walked home and kept thinking: why were they arguing so much, since they were both wrong? It's a very simple word. I stopped on the stairs and said clearly:
- No detective work. No naked, but briefly and clear: Fyfki!