Main character story "Motorcycle racing" vertical wall"from V. Dragunsky's collection "Deniska's Stories" Denis Korablev, has loved cycling since childhood. He can ride it very deftly, showing miracles of acrobatics. For this, the guys call him “the champion of the world and the surrounding area.”
One day, a man rode into the yard where Denis lived on an unusual bicycle that rattled loudly. Denis knew what a motorcycle was, but it was clearly an ordinary bicycle with pedals, only for some reason it had a motor. The man left the bicycle near the pipe and entered the house, and Deniska began to admire the unusual equipment.
His friend, Mishka, came up to him and said that his nephew Fedka had come to them to drink tea. Denis immediately wanted to ride in such a wonderful car, but Mishka said that Fedka could give him a hard time for doing this.
But then Mishka remembered that Denis is called a champion, and began to persuade him to get on an unusual bicycle. It didn’t take long to persuade, and Denis climbed onto the high saddle with difficulty. His legs could barely reach the pedals. Mishka accelerated the two-wheeled miracle and clicked something on the steering wheel. The engine began to rumble and the bike started moving on its own.
At first, Denis liked driving the miracle car. He began to cut circles around the yard and imagined himself as a racer driving along vertical wall. But on the third lap, one leg went numb and he began to feel nauseous. But he didn’t know how to stop the rattling unit. Mishka at first shouted to him about the brake, but when asked where the brake was located, he said that he did not remember. Then Mishka said to express various frivolous ideas about how to stop. At first he suggested driving until the gas runs out. Then he got the idea to get a mattress and crash into it. Meanwhile, Denis was getting worse.
Suddenly, someone grabbed the bike tightly and stopped it. It was Fedka. Denis jumped off the bike and somehow, on one leg, jumped away from the angry owner of the bike.
That's how it is summary story.
The main idea of the story “Motorcycle Racing on a Sheer Wall” is that it is necessary to calculate the consequences of the actions that you plan to take. Mishka knew how to start the bicycle engine, but did not know how to stop it. And Denis had no idea how to operate such a machine. Nevertheless, both, without hesitation, decided to organize motorcycle races. The story teaches you to be careful and circumspect when using unfamiliar equipment.
What proverbs fit the story “Motorcycle racing along a sheer wall”?
If you don't know the ford, don't go into the water.
Caution is not a hindrance.
When I was little, they gave me tricycle. And I learned to ride it. I immediately sat down and rode off, not at all afraid, as if I had been riding bicycles all my life.
Mom said:
- Look how capable he is of sports.
And dad said:
- He sits rather monkeyishly...
And I learned how to ride and pretty soon began to do various things on a bicycle, like funny performers in a circus. For example, I rode backwards or lying on the saddle and turning the pedals with whatever hand I wanted - you want it with your right hand, you want it with your left hand; rode sideways, legs splayed; I drove while sitting on the steering wheel, sometimes with my eyes closed and no hands; drove with a glass of water in hand. In a word, I got the hang of it in every way.
And then Uncle Zhenya turned off one wheel of my bicycle, and it became two-wheeled, and again I learned everything very quickly. And the guys in the yard began to call me “the champion of the world and its environs.”
And so I rode my bike until my knees began to rise higher than the handlebars while riding. Then I realized that I had already outgrown this bicycle, and began to think when dad would buy me a real car"Schoolboy".
And then one day a bicycle drives into our yard. And the guy who sits on it doesn’t swing his legs, but the bicycle rattles under him like a dragonfly and moves on its own. I was terribly surprised. I've never seen a bike move on its own. A motorcycle is another matter, a car is another matter, a rocket is clear, but what about a bicycle? Myself?
I just couldn’t believe my eyes.
And this guy on a bicycle rode up to Mishka’s front door and stopped. And he turned out to be not an uncle at all, but a young guy. Then he put the bike near the pipe and left. And I was left there with my mouth open. Suddenly Mishka comes out.
He says:
- Well? What are you staring at?
I speak:
- He’s going on his own, understand?
Mishka says:
– This is our nephew Fedka’s car. Bicycle with motor. Fedka came to us on business - to drink tea.
I ask:
– Is it difficult to drive such a car?
“Nonsense about vegetable oil,” says Mishka. - It starts with half a turn. You press the pedal once, and you're done - you can go. And there is gasoline in it for a hundred kilometers. And the speed is twenty kilometers in half an hour.
- Wow! Wow! - I say. - This is a car! Would love to ride one like this!
Here Mishka shook his head:
- It will fly in. Fedka will kill. The head will be torn off!
- Yes. Dangerous, I say.
But Mishka looked around and suddenly declared:
“There’s no one in the yard, but you’re still a “world champion.” Sit down! I'll help you accelerate the car, and you push the pedal once, and everything will go like clockwork. You drive two or three circles around the kindergarten, and we will quietly put the car in place. Fedka drinks tea with us for a long time. Three glasses are blowing. Let's!
- Let's! - I said.
And Mishka began to hold the bicycle, and I perched on it. One foot actually reached the very tip of the pedal, but the other hung in the air like noodles. I pushed myself away from the pipe with this pasta, and Mishka ran next to me and shouted:
- Press the pedal, press it!
I tried, I slid a little sideways from the saddle and as soon as I pressed the pedal. The bear clicked something on the steering wheel... And suddenly the car began to crackle, and I drove off!
I'm off! Myself! I don’t press the pedals - I don’t reach them, I just drive, I keep my balance!
It was wonderful! The wind whistled in my ears, everything around me flew quickly, quickly in a circle: a post, a gate, a bench, mushrooms from the rain, a sandbox, a swing, a house management, and again a post, a gate, a bench, mushrooms from the rain, a sandbox, a swing, a house management, and again a column, and all over again, and I was driving, clutching the steering wheel, and Mishka kept running after me, but on the third lap he shouted:
- I'm tired! – and leaned against the post.
And I went alone, and I had a lot of fun, and I kept driving and imagining that I was participating in a motorcycle race along a steep wall. I saw a brave artist rushing like that in the cultural park...
And the post, and Mishka, and the swing, and the house management - everything flashed before me for quite a long time, and everything was very good, only my leg, which was hanging like a spaghetti, began to tingle a little... And I also suddenly felt somehow uneasy , and my palms immediately became wet, and I really wanted to stop.
I got to Mishka and shouted:
- Enough! Stop it!
The bear ran after me and shouted:
- What? Speak up!
-Are you deaf?
But Mishka has already fallen behind. Then I drove another circle and shouted:
- Stop the car, Mishka!
Then he grabbed the steering wheel, the car shook, he fell, and I drove on again. I look, he meets me again at the post and yells:
- Brake! Brake!
I rushed past him and began to look for this brake. But I didn’t know where he was! I started turning different screws and pressing something on the steering wheel. Where there! No use. The car is crackling as if nothing had happened, and thousands of needles are already digging into my pasta leg!
- Bear, where is this brake?
- I forgot!
- Remember!
- Okay, I’ll remember, just spin around a little more!
- Quickly remember, Mishka! – I scream again.
- I can’t remember! You better try jumping!
- I'm sick!
If I had known that this would happen, I would never have started riding, it’s better to walk, honestly!
And here again Mishka shouts ahead:
- We need to get the mattress they sleep on! So that you crash into him and stop! What are you sleeping on?
- On a cot!
- Then drive until the gas runs out!
I almost ran him over for this. “Until the gas runs out”... This may be another two weeks of running around the kindergarten like this, and we have tickets to the puppet theater for Tuesday. And it stings my leg! I shout to this fool:
- Run for your Fedka!
- He's drinking tea! - Mishka shouts.
- Then he’ll finish his drink! - I yell.
But he didn’t hear enough and agrees with me:
- He will kill! Will definitely kill!
And again everything started spinning in front of me: the post, the gate, the bench, the swing, the house management. Then it was the other way around: house management, swing, bench, post, and then it went mixed up: house, post management, mushroom... And I realized that things were bad.
But at that time someone grabbed the car tightly, it stopped rattling, and they slapped me quite hard on the back of the head. I realized that it was Mishkin Fedka who finally drank some tea. And I immediately started running, but I couldn’t because the pasta leg stabbed into me like a dagger. But I still didn’t lose my head and galloped away from Fedka on one leg.
And he didn’t bother to catch up with me.
But I wasn’t angry with him for slapping him on the head. Because without him, I would probably still be circling the yard.
Read the story Motorcycle Racing on a Sheer Wall
When I was little, I was given a tricycle. And I learned to ride it. I immediately sat down and rode off, not at all afraid, as if I had been riding bicycles all my life.
Mom said:
Look how good he is at sports.
And dad said:
Sits rather monkeyishly...
And I learned how to ride and pretty soon began to do various things on a bicycle, like funny performers in a circus. For example, I rode backwards or lying on the saddle and turning the pedals with whatever hand I wanted - you want it with your right hand, you want it with your left hand; rode sideways, legs splayed; I drove while sitting on the steering wheel, sometimes with my eyes closed and no hands; drove with a glass of water in hand. In a word, I got the hang of it in every way.
And then Uncle Zhenya turned off one wheel of my bicycle, and it became two-wheeled, and again I learned everything very quickly. And the guys in the yard began to call me “the champion of the world and its environs.”
And so I rode my bike until my knees began to rise higher than the handlebars while riding. Then I realized that I had already grown out of this bicycle, and began to think when dad would buy me a real “Schoolboy” car.
And then one day a bicycle drives into our yard. And the guy who sits on it doesn’t swing his legs, but the bicycle rattles under him like a dragonfly and moves on its own. I was terribly surprised. I've never seen a bike move on its own. A motorcycle is another matter, a car is another matter, a rocket is clear, but what about a bicycle? Myself?
I just couldn’t believe my eyes.
And this guy on a bicycle rode up to Mishka’s front door and stopped. And he turned out to be not an uncle at all, but a young guy. Then he put the bike near the pipe and left. And I was left there with my mouth open. Suddenly Mishka comes out.
He says:
Well? What are you staring at?
I speak:
He’s going on his own, understand?
Mishka says:
This is our nephew Fedka's car. Bicycle with motor. Fedka came to us on business - to drink tea.
I ask:
Is it difficult to drive such a car?
Nonsense on vegetable oil, says Mishka. - It starts with half a turn. You press the pedal once, and you're done - you can go. And there is gasoline in it for a hundred kilometers. And the speed is twenty kilometers in half an hour.
Wow! Wow! - I say. - This is a car! Would love to ride one like this!
Here Mishka shook his head:
It will fly in. Fedka will kill. The head will be torn off!
Yes. Dangerous, I say.
But Mishka looked around and suddenly declared:
There is no one in the yard, but you are still a “world champion.” Sit down! I'll help you accelerate the car, and you push the pedal once, and everything will go like clockwork. You drive two or three circles around the kindergarten, and we will quietly put the car in place. Fedka drinks tea with us for a long time. Three glasses are blowing. Let's!
Let's! - I said.
And Mishka began to hold the bicycle, and I perched on it. One foot actually reached the very tip of the pedal, but the other hung in the air like noodles. I pushed myself away from the pipe with this pasta, and Mishka ran next to me and shouted:
Press the pedal, press it!
I tried, I slid a little sideways from the saddle and as soon as I pressed the pedal. The bear clicked something on the steering wheel... And suddenly the car began to crackle, and I drove off!
I'm off! Myself! I don’t press the pedals - I don’t reach them, I just drive, I keep my balance!
It was wonderful! The wind whistled in my ears, everything around me flew quickly, quickly in a circle: a post, a gate, a bench, mushrooms from the rain, a sandbox, a swing, a house management, and again a post, a gate, a bench, mushrooms from the rain, a sandbox, a swing, a house management, and again a column, and all over again, and I was driving, clutching the steering wheel, and Mishka kept running after me, but on the third lap he shouted:
I'm tired! - and leaned against the post.
And I went alone, and I had a lot of fun, and I kept driving and imagining that I was participating in a motorcycle race along a steep wall. I saw a brave artist rushing like that in the cultural park...
And the post, and Mishka, and the swing, and the house management - everything flashed before me for quite a long time, and everything was very good, only my leg, which was hanging like a spaghetti, began to tingle a little... And I also suddenly felt somehow uneasy , and my palms immediately became wet, and I really wanted to stop.
I got to Mishka and shouted:
Enough! Stop it!
The bear ran after me and shouted:
What? Speak up!
I shout:
Are you deaf or what?
But Mishka has already fallen behind. Then I drove another circle and shouted:
Stop the car, Bear!
Then he grabbed the steering wheel, the car shook, he fell, and I drove on again. I look, he meets me again at the post and yells:
Brake! Brake!
I rushed past him and began to look for this brake. But I didn’t know where he was! I started turning different screws and pressing something on the steering wheel. Where there! No use. The car is crackling as if nothing had happened, and thousands of needles are already digging into my pasta leg!
I shout:
Bear, where is this brake?
And he:
I forgot!
And I:
Remember!
Okay, I’ll remember, just spin around a little more!
Remember quickly, Mishka! - I scream again.
I can't remember! You better try jumping!
And I told him:
I'm sick!
If I had known that this would happen, I would never have started riding, it’s better to walk, honestly!
And here again Mishka shouts ahead:
We need to get the mattress they sleep on! So that you crash into him and stop! What are you sleeping on?
I shout:
On a folding bed!
And Mishka:
Then drive until the gas runs out!
I almost ran him over for this. “Until the gas runs out”... This may be another two weeks of running around the kindergarten like this, and we have tickets to the puppet theater for Tuesday. And it stings my leg! I shout to this fool:
Run for your Fedka!
He's drinking tea! - Mishka shouts.
Then he’ll finish his drink! - I yell.
But he didn’t hear enough and agrees with me:
Will kill! Will definitely kill!
And again everything started spinning in front of me: the post, the gate, the bench, the swing, the house management. Then it was the other way around: house management, swing, bench, post, and then it went mixed up: house, post management, mushroom... And I realized that things were bad.
But at that time someone grabbed the car tightly, it stopped rattling, and they slapped me quite hard on the back of the head. I realized that it was Mishkin Fedka who finally drank some tea. And I immediately started running, but I couldn’t because the pasta leg stabbed into me like a dagger. But I still didn’t lose my head and galloped away from Fedka on one leg.
And he didn’t bother to catch up with me.
But I wasn’t angry with him for slapping him on the head. Because without him, I would probably still be circling the yard.
MOTORCYCLE RACING ON A STEP WALL
When I was little, I was given a tricycle. And I learned to ride it. I immediately sat down and rode off, not at all afraid, as if I had been riding bicycles all my life.
Mom said:
- Look how capable he is of sports.
And dad said:
- He sits rather monkeyishly...
And I learned how to ride and pretty soon began to do various things on a bicycle, like funny performers in a circus. For example, I rode backwards or lying on the saddle and turning the pedals with whatever hand I wanted - you want it with your right hand, you want it with your left hand;
rode sideways, legs splayed;
I drove while sitting on the steering wheel, sometimes with my eyes closed and no hands;
drove with a glass of water in hand. In a word, I got the hang of it in every way.
And then Uncle Zhenya turned off one wheel of my bicycle, and it became two-wheeled, and again I learned everything very quickly. And the guys in the yard began to call me “the champion of the world and its environs.”
And so I rode my bike until my knees began to rise higher than the handlebars while riding. Then I realized that I had already grown out of this bicycle, and began to think when dad would buy me a real “Schoolboy” car.
And then one day a bicycle drives into our yard. And the guy who sits on it doesn’t swing his legs, but the bicycle rattles under him like a dragonfly and moves on its own. I was terribly surprised. I've never seen a bike move on its own. A motorcycle is another matter, a car is another matter, a rocket is clear, but what about a bicycle? Myself?
I just couldn’t believe my eyes.
And this guy on a bicycle rode up to Mishka’s front door and stopped. And he turned out to be not an uncle at all, but a young guy. Then he put the bike near the pipe and left. And I was left there with my mouth open. Suddenly Mishka comes out.
He says:
- Well? What are you staring at?
I speak:
- He’s going on his own, understand?
Mishka says:
- This is our nephew Fedka’s car. Bicycle with motor. Fedka came to us on business - to drink tea.
I ask:
- Is it difficult to drive such a car?
“Nonsense about vegetable oil,” says Mishka. - It starts with half a turn. You press the pedal once, and you're done - you can go. And there is gasoline in it for a hundred kilometers. And the speed is twenty kilometers in half an hour.
- Wow! Wow! - I say. - This is a car! Would love to ride one like this!
Here Mishka shook his head:
- It will fly in. Fedka will kill. The head will be torn off!
- Yes. Dangerous, I say.
But Mishka looked around and suddenly declared:
- There is no one in the yard, but you are still the “world champion”. Sit down! I'll help you accelerate the car, and you push the pedal once, and everything will go like clockwork. You drive two or three circles around the kindergarten, and we will quietly put the car in place. Fedka drinks tea with us for a long time. Three glasses are blowing. Let's!
- Let's! - I said.
And Mishka began to hold the bicycle, and I perched on it. One foot actually reached the very tip of the pedal, but the other hung in the air like noodles. I pushed myself away from the pipe with this pasta, and Mishka ran next to me and shouted:
- Press the pedal, press it!
I tried, I slid a little sideways from the saddle and as soon as I pressed the pedal. The bear clicked something on the steering wheel... And suddenly the car began to crackle, and I drove off!
I'm off! Myself! I don’t press the pedals - I don’t reach them, I just drive, I keep my balance!
It was wonderful! The wind whistled in my ears, everything around me flew quickly, quickly in a circle: a post, a gate, a bench, mushrooms from the rain, a sandbox, a swing, a house management, and again a post, a gate, a bench, mushrooms from the rain, a sandbox, a swing, a house management, and again a column, and all over again, and I was driving, clutching the steering wheel, and Mishka kept running after me, but on the third lap he shouted:
- I'm tired! - and leaned against the post.
And I went alone, and I had a lot of fun, and I kept driving and imagining that I was participating in a motorcycle race along a steep wall. I saw a brave artist rushing like that in the cultural park...
And the post, and Mishka, and the swing, and the house management - everything flashed before me for quite a long time, and everything was very good, only my leg, which was hanging like a spaghetti, began to tingle a little... And I also suddenly felt somehow uneasy on my own, and my palms immediately became wet, and I really wanted to stop.
I got to Mishka and shouted:
- Enough! Stop it!
The bear ran after me and shouted:
- What? Speak up!
I shout:
- Are you deaf or what?
But Mishka has already fallen behind. Then I drove another circle and shouted:
- Stop the car, Mishka!
Then he grabbed the steering wheel, the car shook, he fell, and I drove on again. I look, he meets me again at the post and yells:
- Brake! Brake!
I rushed past him and began to look for this brake. But I didn’t know where he was! I started turning different screws and pressing something on the steering wheel. Where there! No use. The car is crackling as if nothing had happened, and thousands of needles are already digging into my pasta leg!
I shout:
- Bear, where is this brake?
And he:
- I forgot!
And I:
- Remember!
- Okay, I’ll remember, just spin around a little more!
- Hurry up and remember, Mishka! - I scream again.
And I drove on, and I felt that I was no longer at ease, somehow sick. And on the next circle Mishka shouts again:
- I can’t remember! You better try jumping!
And I told him:
- I'm sick!
If I had known that this would happen, I would never have started riding, it’s better to walk, honestly!
And here again Mishka shouts ahead:
- We need to get the mattress they sleep on! So that you crash into him and stop! What are you sleeping on?
I shout:
- On a cot!
And Mishka:
- Then drive until the gas runs out!
I almost ran him over for this. “Until the gas runs out”... This may be another two weeks of running around the kindergarten like this, and we have tickets to the puppet theater for Tuesday. And it stings my leg! I shout to this fool:
- Run for your Fedka!
- He's drinking tea! - Mishka shouts.
- Then he’ll finish his drink! - I yell.
But he didn’t hear enough and agrees with me:
- He will kill! Will definitely kill!
And again everything started spinning in front of me: the post, the gate, the bench, the swing, the house management. Then it was the other way around: house management, swing, bench, post, and then it went mixed up: house, post management, mushroom... And I realized that things were bad.
But at that time someone grabbed the car tightly, it stopped rattling, and they slapped me quite hard on the back of the head. I realized that it was Mishkin Fedka who finally drank some tea. And I immediately started running, but I couldn’t because the pasta leg stabbed into me like a dagger. But I still didn’t lose my head and galloped away from Fedka on one leg.
And he didn’t bother to catch up with me.
But I wasn’t angry with him for slapping him on the head. Because without him, I would probably still be circling the yard.
MOTORCYCLE RACING ON A STEP WALL
When I was little, I was given a tricycle. And I learned to ride it. I immediately sat down and rode off, not at all afraid, as if I had been riding bicycles all my life.
Mom said:
- Look how capable he is of sports.
And dad said:
- He sits rather monkeyishly...
And I learned how to ride and pretty soon began to do various things on a bicycle, like funny performers in a circus. For example, I rode backwards or lying on the saddle and turning the pedals with whatever hand I wanted - you want it with your right hand, you want it with your left hand;
rode sideways, legs splayed;
I drove while sitting on the steering wheel, sometimes with my eyes closed and no hands;
drove with a glass of water in hand. In a word, I got the hang of it in every way.
And then Uncle Zhenya turned off one wheel of my bicycle, and it became two-wheeled, and again I learned everything very quickly. And the guys in the yard began to call me “the champion of the world and its environs.”
And so I rode my bike until my knees began to rise higher than the handlebars while riding. Then I realized that I had already grown out of this bicycle, and began to think when dad would buy me a real “Schoolboy” car.
And then one day a bicycle drives into our yard. And the guy who sits on it doesn’t swing his legs, but the bicycle rattles under him like a dragonfly and moves on its own. I was terribly surprised. I've never seen a bike move on its own. A motorcycle is another matter, a car is another matter, a rocket is clear, but what about a bicycle? Myself?
I just couldn’t believe my eyes.
And this guy on a bicycle rode up to Mishka’s front door and stopped. And he turned out to be not an uncle at all, but a young guy. Then he put the bike near the pipe and left. And I was left there with my mouth open. Suddenly Mishka comes out.
He says:
- Well? What are you staring at?
I speak:
- He’s going on his own, understand?
Mishka says:
- This is our nephew Fedka’s car. Bicycle with motor. Fedka came to us on business - to drink tea.
I ask:
- Is it difficult to drive such a car?
“Nonsense about vegetable oil,” says Mishka. - It starts with half a turn. You press the pedal once, and you're done - you can go. And there is gasoline in it for a hundred kilometers. And the speed is twenty kilometers in half an hour.
- Wow! Wow! - I say. - This is a car! Would love to ride one like this!
Here Mishka shook his head:
- It will fly in. Fedka will kill. The head will be torn off!
- Yes. Dangerous, I say.
But Mishka looked around and suddenly declared:
- There is no one in the yard, but you are still the “world champion”. Sit down! I'll help you accelerate the car, and you push the pedal once, and everything will go like clockwork. You drive two or three circles around the kindergarten, and we will quietly put the car in place. Fedka drinks tea with us for a long time. Three glasses are blowing. Let's!
- Let's! - I said.
And Mishka began to hold the bicycle, and I perched on it. One foot actually reached the very tip of the pedal, but the other hung in the air like noodles. I pushed myself away from the pipe with this pasta, and Mishka ran next to me and shouted:
- Press the pedal, press it!
I tried, I slid a little sideways from the saddle and as soon as I pressed the pedal. The bear clicked something on the steering wheel... And suddenly the car began to crackle, and I drove off!
I'm off! Myself! I don’t press the pedals - I don’t reach them, I just drive, I keep my balance!
It was wonderful! The wind whistled in my ears, everything around me flew quickly, quickly in a circle: a post, a gate, a bench, mushrooms from the rain, a sandbox, a swing, a house management, and again a post, a gate, a bench, mushrooms from the rain, a sandbox, a swing, a house management, and again a column, and all over again, and I was driving, clutching the steering wheel, and Mishka kept running after me, but on the third lap he shouted:
- I'm tired! - and leaned against the post.
And I went alone, and I had a lot of fun, and I kept driving and imagining that I was participating in a motorcycle race along a steep wall. I saw a brave artist rushing like that in the cultural park...
And the post, and Mishka, and the swing, and the house management - everything flashed before me for quite a long time, and everything was very good, only my leg, which was hanging like a spaghetti, began to tingle a little... And I also suddenly felt somehow uneasy on my own, and my palms immediately became wet, and I really wanted to stop.
I got to Mishka and shouted:
- Enough! Stop it!
The bear ran after me and shouted:
- What? Speak up!
I shout:
- Are you deaf or what?
But Mishka has already fallen behind. Then I drove another circle and shouted:
- Stop the car, Mishka!
Then he grabbed the steering wheel, the car shook, he fell, and I drove on again. I look, he meets me again at the post and yells:
- Brake! Brake!
I rushed past him and began to look for this brake. But I didn’t know where he was! I started turning different screws and pressing something on the steering wheel. Where there! No use. The car is crackling as if nothing had happened, and thousands of needles are already digging into my pasta leg!
I shout:
- Bear, where is this brake?
And he:
- I forgot!
And I:
- Remember!
- Okay, I’ll remember, just spin around a little more!
- Hurry up and remember, Mishka! - I scream again.
And I drove on, and I felt that I was no longer at ease, somehow sick. And on the next circle Mishka shouts again:
- I can’t remember! You better try jumping!
And I told him:
- I'm sick!
If I had known that this would happen, I would never have started riding, it’s better to walk, honestly!
And here again Mishka shouts ahead:
- We need to get the mattress they sleep on! So that you crash into him and stop! What are you sleeping on?
I shout:
- On a cot!
And Mishka:
- Then drive until the gas runs out!
I almost ran him over for this. “Until the gas runs out”... This may be another two weeks of running around the kindergarten like this, and we have tickets to the puppet theater for Tuesday. And it stings my leg! I shout to this fool:
- Run for your Fedka!
- He's drinking tea! - Mishka shouts.
- Then he’ll finish his drink! - I yell.
But he didn’t hear enough and agrees with me:
- He will kill! Will definitely kill!
And again everything started spinning in front of me: the post, the gate, the bench, the swing, the house management. Then it was the other way around: house management, swing, bench, post, and then it went mixed up: house, post management, mushroom... And I realized that things were bad.
But at that time someone grabbed the car tightly, it stopped rattling, and they slapped me quite hard on the back of the head. I realized that it was Mishkin Fedka who finally drank some tea. And I immediately started running, but I couldn’t because the pasta leg stabbed into me like a dagger. But I still didn’t lose my head and galloped away from Fedka on one leg.
And he didn’t bother to catch up with me.
But I wasn’t angry with him for slapping him on the head. Because without him, I would probably still be circling the yard.
