He lived alone in Antarctica. Magazine for children - children's poems, stories, fairy tales, board games, crafts. Pony Express game rules

The other day I found out about him .. the whole kind of publication ..... very inadequate .... I envy those who read it in childhood ... And then I read it right now .. and I have very strange feelings about what the authors of the magazine used. ..
So I decided to post a few excerpts from the magazine

Once the girls walked past a spring puddle. Nika and says:
- Do you want, Yana, I will jump over this puddle?
And ka-a-ak will jump ... Yes, right into a puddle!
What started here! Splashes fly, sparrows scream, Nika laughs, Yana squeals.
And the puddle swears:
- What a disgrace! There is no rest day or night. They'll put a car in me, or a pigeon will fly in for a swim. The boys are starting up the ships, they have trampled everything. Neither sleep nor bask in the sun. And then some incomprehensible girls decided to jump - to disturb me, smooth.
- Sorry, - says Nika. - I thought it was fun.
The puddle does not want to calm down, grumbles:
- Come out of me, incomprehensible girl, do not muddy my surface.
Then Nika was offended.
- I, - he says, - a very understandable girl. But you, incomprehensible puddles, lay on the road - neither pass nor jump! ..
Yana runs around the puddle, stands up for her friend.
- You, - he says, - a puddle, you will dry out soon, one asphalt will remain. We will draw a city on this asphalt with chalk.
Nika got out of the puddle, ran home to get chalk. The girls sat down by the puddle. Watching ...
- What are you sitting here for? - the puddle is worried.
- Yes, - the girls say, and they themselves circle the puddles with chalk. - We are waiting for you to dry. Then we will paint the city here.
“But I’ll take it and don’t dry it!” Says the puddle.
- You will dry up.
- I will not dry out, it will rain.
“You’ll dry up.”
- But no!
- Oh, yes!
The mothers of the girls heard here and took them home - to have supper and sleep.
In the morning, Nika went out into the yard, and a puddle shouted to her:
- And here I am not dry!
And since then, as Nika or Yana walk past the puddle, she keep repeating to herself:
- I'm not dry.
And every other day:
- Not dry!
And a week later:
- Not dry, not dry ...
There was such a harmful puddle.
Until it's dry.

THE INITIAL PART OF THE AIRWAYS
or the Human nose itself.

I have been studying the nose since childhood, - Seva Ivanovich admitted at the symposium, - until I developed a theory of social nasal use in conditions of close collectivism. The fact is that there are 5.5 billion noses on the globe, that is, 11 billion nostrils. If all the inhabitants of the planet line up in a column of a thousand people and, on command, blow at least one nostril at once, then a crazy wind will rise. As a result, the Earth will become controllable and, like a rocket, will dart through space. For example, someone will want scrambled eggs, and we will immediately fly closer to the Sun. A terrible heat will set in, and you will get excellent scrambled eggs. Even without a frying pan! And then someone wants a cold lemonade, and we move away from the Sun. An eerie cold will set in on Earth, and the lemonade will immediately cool down. And without a refrigerator.
In this regard, I make an appeal: let people leave the left nostril for their needs, and give the right nostril to the service of all mankind!

Electricity with sparkling water

POEMS
ABOUT ANY THREAD

Thread and thread
Both thread and thread,
And threads, threads, threads, threads,
threads-threads-threads-threads-
Threads-threads
Don't pull.

Don't pull.

POEMS ABOUT SLEEP AND SUN

Sleep, sleep ...
Sun, sun ...

Dream-sun
Sun, sleep

And the sun is not a dream
And the sun -
The sun.

POEMS JUST ABOUT AIR

Sea and sea.
Sea.
And so do we,
We, too;
A drop in the sea,
And so do we
Like
Drops in the sea.

Zametsya all this was a children's magazine))) In general, if I liked it, I can post more

Antarctic "Penguins" tales. Pupils of 6-1 grade of the New School Gevorgyan Narek  Once upon a time there was one penguin in Antarctica. What was his name? And his name was Ping Gwin. One day he decided to breathe frosty air. He dressed warmly and went. He just slipped on the ice and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do?  And just then he was walking by ... Santa Claus was walking by, saw Ping Gwin's protruding legs and thought: maybe this toy fell out of his gift bag? Threw<<игрушку>> into the bag and went on the sleigh. Santa Claus for the New Year gave<<игрушку>> the little girl Marina, who dreamed of a penguin. She put next<<игрушку > >, played with her and fell asleep. While she was sleeping, Ping Gwynenok melted. Marina woke up in the morning from the noise in the room and was pleasantly surprised: a cheerful and funny Ping Gvinenok was standing in front of her. This was the most amazing New Year's gift. They became so good friends that Pin Gwynenck did not want to return to Antarctica. Stepanyan Vardan   Once upon a time there was a penguin in Antarctica. What was his name? Yes, they did not call. One day he decided to breathe frosty air. He dressed warmly and went. He just slipped on the ice and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do? And just then she was walking by ... His mother was walking by. His mother barely pulled him out of the snowdrift. But he was naughty. And the next day he wanted to fly. He stood up and began to flap his wings. He waved, waved, but nothing came of it. And then he decided to climb a high mountain and try there. And so he did. He climbed the mountain and began to flap his wings. As he failed again, he took it and jumped down from the mountain. The poor penguin fell and broke his leg. At the hospital, Pindguin's mom said that penguins don't fly, but wings to swim. The penguin smiled and promised his mother to be obedient. And from that day on, my mother called him Dunno. Ayvazyan Venus   Once upon a time there was one little penguin in Antarctica. And his name was Ping Gwin. He was good, funny, liked to play a lot and ride downhill. But he was alone. One day he decided to breathe frosty air. He dressed warmly and went. He just slipped on the ice and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do? And just then a dog was walking by. The dog was completely white and fluffy like snow. She helped Ping Gwin to get out of the snowdrift. And they became friends with him. Brought Ping Gwin and brought him to his home. But the dog had a master. When the owner found them, he was very happy and fell in love with Ping Gwin. They became friends and every time the dog and his owner came to him in Antarctica, they always visited Pin Gwin. Ping Gwin was very happy to have such good and loyal friends. Khachanyan Mariam   Once upon a time there was one penguin in Antarctica. What was his name? And his name was Poppy Penguin. One day he decided to breathe frosty air. He dressed warmly and went. He just slipped on the ice and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do? And just then he was walking by ... Another penguin was walking by. He saw Maki and helped him out of the snowdrift. Maki began to befriend him. After they met, they began to look for Maki's friends and parents together. His new friend knew where the Macs were born and took them to them. Seeing his parents and friends, he was very happy. He introduced a new friend to his parents. They thanked the little penguin for returning their son to them. They lived happily and Maki never left his parents again. Petrosyan Hasmik  Once upon a time there was one penguin in Antarctica. What was his name? And his name was Ping Gwin. One day he decided to breathe frosty air. He dressed warmly and went. He just slipped on the ice and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do? And just then she was walking by ... His mother was walking by. She pulled a penguin out of a snowdrift, laid it on her tummy and began to roll it on the ice like a ball. And then his children also inherited these bizarre games. They were passed down from generation to generation to amaze people.


Gevorgyan Narek Once upon a time there was one penguin in Antarctica. What was his name? And his name was Ping Gwin. One day he decided to breathe frosty air. He dressed warmly and went. He just slipped on the ice and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do? And just then he was walking by ... Santa Claus was walking by, saw Ping Gwin's protruding legs and thought: maybe this toy fell out of his gift bag? He threw> into a bag and rode on the sled further. Santa Claus for the New Year gave> to a little girl Marina, who dreamed of a penguin. She put it next to>, played with it and fell asleep. While she was sleeping, Ping Gwynenok melted. Marina woke up in the morning from the noise in the room and was pleasantly surprised: a cheerful and funny Ping Gvinenok was standing in front of her. This was the most amazing New Year's gift. They became so good friends that Pin Gwynenck did not want to return to Antarctica. into the sack and rode the sleigh further. Santa Claus for the New Year gave> to a little girl Marina, who dreamed of a penguin. She put it next to>, played with it and fell asleep. While she was sleeping, Ping Gwynenok melted. Marina woke up in the morning from the noise in the room and was pleasantly surprised: a cheerful and funny Ping Gvinenok was standing in front of her. This was the most amazing New Year's gift. They became so good friends that Pin Gwynenck did not want to return to Antarctica. ">


Stepanyan Vardan Once upon a time there was one penguin in Antarctica. What was his name? Yes, they did not call. One day he decided to breathe frosty air. He dressed warmly and went. He just slipped on the ice and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do? And just then she was walking by ... His mother was walking by. His mother barely pulled him out of the snowdrift. But he was naughty. And the next day he wanted to fly. He stood up and began to flap his wings. He waved, waved, but nothing came of it. And then he decided to climb a high mountain and try there. And so he did. He climbed the mountain and began to flap his wings. As he failed again, he took it and jumped down from the mountain. The poor penguin fell and broke his leg. At the hospital, Pindguin's mom said that penguins don't fly, but wings to swim. The penguin smiled and promised his mother to be obedient. And from that day on, my mother called him Dunno.


Ayvazyan Venus Once upon a time there was one little penguin in Antarctica. And his name was Ping Gwin. He was good, funny, liked to play a lot and ride downhill. But he was alone. One day he decided to breathe frosty air. He dressed warmly and went. He just slipped on the ice and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do? And just then a dog was walking by. The dog was completely white and fluffy like snow. She helped Ping Gwin to get out of the snowdrift. And they became friends with him. Brought Ping Gwin and brought him to his home. But the dog had a master. When the owner found them, he was very happy and fell in love with Ping Gwin. They became friends and every time the dog and his owner came to him in Antarctica, they always visited Pin Gwin. Ping Gwin was very happy to have such good and loyal friends.


Khachanyan Mariam Once upon a time there was one penguin in Antarctica. What was his name? And his name was Poppy Penguin. One day he decided to breathe frosty air. He dressed warmly and went. He just slipped on the ice and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do? And just then he was walking by ... Another penguin was walking by. He saw Maki and helped him out of the snowdrift. Maki began to befriend him. After they met, they began to look for Maki's friends and parents together. His new friend knew where the Macs were born and took them to them. Seeing his parents and friends, he was very happy. He introduced a new friend to his parents. They thanked the little penguin for returning their son to them. They lived happily and Maki never left his parents again.


Petrosyan Hasmik Once upon a time there was one penguin in Antarctica. What was his name? And his name was Ping Gwin. One day he decided to breathe frosty air. He dressed warmly and went. He just slipped on the ice and rolled head over heels into the snow. Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. What to do? And just then she was walking by ... His mother was walking by. She pulled a penguin out of a snowdrift, laid it on her tummy and began to roll it on the ice like a ball. And then his children also inherited these bizarre games. They were passed down from generation to generation to amaze people.

Andrey USACHEV

WHAT IS THE EARTH STANDING ON?

Long, long ago, the Earth stood on the shell of a giant Turtle. This turtle was lying on the backs of three Elephants. And the Elephants stood on three Whales that swam in the World Ocean ... And they held the Earth in this way for millions of years. But one day learned sages came to the edge of the Earth, looked down and even gasped.
- Is it possible, - they gasped, - our world is so unstable that the Earth at any moment can fly to hell ?!
- Hey Turtle! One of them shouted. - Isn't it hard for you to keep our Earth?
“The earth is not a fluff,” answered the Turtle. - And every year it gets harder. But don't worry: as long as the Turtles are alive, the Earth will not fall!
- Hey, Elephants! - shouted another sage. - Aren't you tired of keeping the Earth with the Turtle?
“Don't worry,” the Elephants replied. - We love people and the Earth. And we promise you: as long as the Elephants are alive, she will not fall!
- Hey Whales! Shouted the third sage. - How long will you be able to hold the Earth with the Turtle and the Elephants to boot?
“We have held the earth for millions of years,” the Whales replied. - And we give you our word of honor: as long as the Whales are alive, the Earth will not fall!
So Whales, Elephants and Turtle answered the people. But the learned sages did not believe them: “And what,” they were frightened, “if the Kitam get tired of keeping us? What if the Elephants want to go to the circus? And if the Turtle catches a cold and sneezes? .. "
“Before it's too late,” the wise men decided, “we must save the Earth.
- Use iron nails to nail it to the Turtle's shell! - suggested one.
- And chain the Elephants to her with gold chains! - added the second.
- And tie them to the Whales with sea ropes! Added a third.
- We will save humanity and the Earth! - shouted all three.
And then the Earth shook.
- Honestly, the Whales are stronger than sea ropes! - Whales said in anger and, hitting their tails together, swam into the ocean.
- Honestly, the Elephants are stronger than gold chains! - sounded angry Elephants and went into the jungle.
- Honestly, Turtles are harder than iron nails! - offended the Turtle and dived into the depths.
- Stop! - shouted the wise men. - We believe you!
But it was too late: the Earth swayed and hung ...
The sages closed their eyes in horror and began to wait ...
A minute has passed. Two. Three…
And the Earth is hanging! An hour has passed. Day. Year…
And she holds on!
And a thousand years have passed. And a million ...
And the Earth does not fall!
And some sages still expect it to fall.
And they just can't understand - what is it holding on to?
So much time has passed, and they still do not realize that if the Earth rests on something else, then ONLY IN HONESTY!

………
Drawn by A. LEBEDEV

Tigran PETROV

LIVE!

I once thought about life on Earth. He closed his eyes and began to imagine what a whale and a microbe would look like next to him. I introduced Keith right away, but the microbe got worse. As soon as I introduced him, the whale would release a fountain and wash away my microbe, and I had to introduce another. I was so tired of this that instead of a microbe with a whale, I presented an alien. It turned out to be small, with a triple nose and for some reason gnawed on seeds. And as soon as he introduced himself, he immediately jumped up to me and cordially shook my hand:
- I am very, very flattered and happy to welcome a great people in your face!
I did not understand anything.
- Ah, well, what is there incomprehensible! He exclaimed. - Here, for example, seeds (help yourself, my dear). Each of them contains a huge sunflower. That is, if you plant a seed, then the whole sunflower will gradually crawl out of it, right? And in the end it turns out that this brute-sunflower is just full of seeds! And in each seed there is also a green bruiser! And each brute's head is also stuffed with seeds! This means that there are thousands, millions of plants sleeping in each seed! So gnaw them quickly, or the sunflowers will suffocate you.
And he began to peel these same seeds with a machine-gun crackle. He apparently forgot about me.
- And yet I do not understand ... - I began.
- It is not clear why I greet a whole nation in your face? But, my dear, why are you worse than a sunflower? You will have ... mmm ... twelve children. And each of them will give birth to five or ten children, and one even fifteen, and all the boys ... adorable tomboys ... all of them are similar to you ... So consider how long it will take you alone to become a whole nation.
“Nothing of the kind,” I said indignantly. - I won't have children at all. I don't know how to raise children. Especially when there are twelve times fifteen!
- Shh, don't say that! - he even turned purple with excitement. “You just don’t understand what a miracle this life is on your planet. Oh, if I could, like you, have a bunch of kids! I would gladly give all my immortality for this! Then I would think: my children are me, but now I have several faces and several lives. I am growing, I am increasing! I fill the whole Earth with myself!
- Why? - I was surprised.
- So that it was impossible to destroy me. To make my life last forever. So that it was not scary to die.
“You’re strange,” I said. - That - "I will give up immortality", then - "it is scary to die" ...
“Nothing strange,” he said. - If I am immortal, I will remain so forever - small, blue and three-nosed. I want to become wonderful, like ... a person! Well, as a last resort, like a swan or a horse. And for this you will have to be reborn many, many times in children and grandchildren, in order to change at least a little for the better every time.
- Why do you think that you will change for the better? I asked sarcastically. - Maybe it's the other way around - four noses will grow instead of three?
- Never! - said the stranger. - It will never grow that is not useful in life. This is the law of nature. On the contrary, everything superfluous gradually dies off. Instead of three noses, there will be one! one one!
He even laughed with joy.
“Sometimes one nose is worth three,” I said.
- Nonsense! - he cried. - Do not forget about another law: the better a living body is adapted to life, the more beautiful it is. What is beauty? This is when everything is proportional, nothing more. And the benefit? The same. See what a beautiful body the fish has. Narrow, flexible, sleek! Such a body easily cuts the water, the fish swims faster, which means that it will better get away from danger, saves life more reliably. A wonderful, strange life!
- How so? - I said. - It turns out that you need to live in order to live life? So life is a vicious circle?
“Not a circle, my dear, but an endless spiral,” the stranger corrected. - The spiral also describes circles, but each new turn does not repeats the previous one. Morning, noon, evening, night and morning again - this is a complete turn of the spiral, a complete cycle. "Cyclus" is, by the way, a circle, a coil in Latin. Spring, summer, autumn, winter - another cycle, more ... Oh devil, you got empty again! You gnaw and gnaw, and no pleasure ...
“It's because the seeds are running out,” I said. - There is such a law of nature: the last seeds are always the worst.
- Ah well! - he was offended. - You invented three noses for me, but did you regret the good seeds? Well, goodbye then!
And disappeared. And I began to think: how is it that small cycles "day - night" - fit into large cycles "winter - summer"? And if you measure time not in years, but in centuries? Or millennia? Wow, and a huge spiral will turn out!
And I tried to draw it. And the way small spirals of days and years coiled in it. I am attaching this figure.
And then I thought that it was not for nothing that in poetry, spring is always "a red girl", and winter is "an old woman." Childhood, adolescence, maturity, old age - this is also a cycle of life? Does this mean there will be new life after death?
Guys! So I will never die !?

………
Drawn by N. KUDRYAVTSEVA

Mikhail BEZRODNY

Who
at least once
hear an echo
the present desires
must definitely go
in the Himalayas,

Ay,
- ai ...

But it should not be
(we warn you strictly!)
trust your secrets
Himalayas,

Ayam,
- ayam ...

Honest and obedient servant

One landowner - an empty and worthless man - let his entire estate go to waste. But he believed that although he had become poorer, it was not befitting for him to live without a servant. One day a guy came to hire him. The landowner says to him:
“I need an honest and obedient servant. To always speak the truth and to follow all my orders exactly.
- You will not find a more honest and obedient servant, - the boy answers him.
Once upon a time noble guests came to the landowner. He shouts to the servant:
- Hey, you! Bring us a thin Dutch tablecloth to set the table!
“We don’t have her,” the servant replies.
He remembered that the owner had told him to always tell the truth. The landowner called the servant aside and whispered to him:
- You fool! I should have said: "She gets wet in a tub of linen."

The landowner decided to show himself to the guests as a hospitable host. He called the servant and said to him:
- Hey, you! Give us some cheese!
And he replies:
- He gets wet in a tub of linen.
He remembered that the landowner had told him to carry out all his orders exactly. The landowner got angry and whispered in the servant's ear:
- You are deaf! I should have said, "The rats ate him."
- Sorry, sir! I will say so another time.
Then the landowner decided to show the guests that he also had wine in his cellars. He called the servant and said:
- Hey, you! Bring us a bottle of wine!
And he replies:
“The rats ate her.
The landowner almost burst out of anger. He dragged the servant into the kitchen, slapped him on the crack, and as he shouted:
- Cudgel! I had to say: "I dropped it off the shelf, and it broke into small pieces."
- Sorry, sir! I will say so another time.
Then the landowner wanted to show the guests that he had a full house of servants. He called the servant and said:
- Hey, you! Bring the cook here.
And he replies:
- I dropped it from the shelf, and it broke into small pieces.
The guests understood that the landowner was just throwing dust in his eyes. They ridiculed him and went home.
And the landowner drove that guy out of the yard and from that time on, he repented himself to look for honest and obedient servants.

Retold by F. ZOLOTAREVSKAYA

WHERE THE NIGHT COMES FROM

When the world was young, there was no night, and the Maue Indians never slept. But Wanyam heard that at night the poisonous snake surukuku and all its relatives took possession of the poisonous snake, the spider, the scorpion, the centipede, and said to the people of his tribe:
“I'll go get you the night.
He took with him a bow and arrow and hit the road.
He came to the hut to the surukuk and said to her:
“Won't you trade the night for my bow and arrows?”
- Well, what do I need, son, your bow and arrows, - replies the surukuku, - if I don't even have hands?
Nothing to do, Wanyam went to look for something else for the surukuku. brings a rattle and offers her:
- Here, would you like to? I'll give you a rattle, and you just bother so that people have a night.
- Son, says the surukuku, - I have no legs. Put on, perhaps, this rattle on my tail ...
But still she did not give the night to Wanyam.
Then he decided to get some poison - maybe the surukuku will flatter him. And the truth is, when I heard the surukuku about poison, I immediately spoke differently:
- So be it, I'll give you the night, it hurts too poison I need.
She put the night in a basket and gave it to Wanyam.
The people of his tribe saw that he was leaving with a basket of surukuku, immediately ran to meet him and began to ask:
"Are you really bringing us the night, Wanyam?"
“I’m carrying it, I’m carrying it,” Wanyam answered them, “only the surukuku didn’t tell me to open the basket before I got home.
But Wanyam's comrades began to plead so that in the end he opened the basket. The first night on earth fluttered out of there, and pitch darkness fell. The people of the Maue tribe were frightened and rushed to run in all directions. And Wanyam was left alone in the continuous darkness and shouted:
- Where is the moon, who swallowed it?
Here, all the relatives of the surukuku: a heatworm snake, a scorpion and a centipede, sharing the poison among themselves, surrounded Wanyam, and someone painfully stung him in the leg. Wanyam guessed that it was the heatworm that stung him, and shouted:
- I recognized you, hothead! Wait, my comrades will avenge me!
Wanyam died from the bite of a heatworm, but his friend rubbed the dead body with an infusion of healing leaves and revived Wanyam.
Here is the story of how Wanyam procured a night for the Maue people.

Retold by I. CHEZHEGOVA

SPIDER MATCH

One beautiful girl had many fans, but neither she nor her father could opt for anyone, because they were proud and demanding. One day the father said that only he will get his daughter as his wife, who will eat a whole plate of hot pepper and at the same time will never take a breath, will never say “wow-ha!”.
Many young men tried to eat pepper, but they burned themselves and involuntarily exclaimed: "Wow!"
Then a spider came and said that he would marry a girl. He sat down at the table and asked the owner:
- You do not allow to speak while eating, - then he took pepper in his mouth and finished the phrase, - "uh-ha"?
“No, I don’t allow,” answered the bride’s father.
- You can't even ... - the spider took the pepper in his mouth again, - to quietly say "uh-ha"?
“No, you can't,” said the owner.
- And you can't say "uh-ha" loudly? - asked the spider, continuing to eat pepper.
- And it's not loud.
- Neither fast nor slow can you say "uh-ha"? - swallowing pepper, asked the spider, and it was easy for him to eat, because he talked all the time, opened his mouth all the time and did "uh-ha!" But the owner did not understand his cunning.
“So I don’t say“ uh-ha, ”said the spider, eating the rest of the pepper.
“Yes, that's right,” the bride's father agreed. “You ate all the pepper, Patyrinarga, and you never took a break. Well done! I give you my daughter.
So the spider outwitted everyone and took a beautiful girl as his wife.

Retold by Y. ROSMAN

KAURI AND KIT

The largest inhabitant of the ocean, except for the monster inaccessible to the eyes of people, which swallows the seas, makes whirlpools, destroys boats and people, is Tohora, a whale. And on earth the most powerful living creature is the cowrie, a giant tree with a straight, strong trunk and long branches that sway in the wind.
Kauri grows in the northern part of the country. Looking at this tree, you will see that it has a smooth gray bark, which contains a lot of amber resin. People have long been collecting resin in the forks of cowrie branches, looking for old petrified resin in the ground, in those places where these trees grew and bloomed thousands of years ago.
It goes without saying that the forest giant was friends with the sea giant. One day Tohora swam to a wooded promontory and called out to his friend Kauri.
- Come here, to me! - shouted Tohora. “If you stay on land, people will cut you down and make a boat out of your trunk. Trouble awaits you on land!
Kauri waved his leafy arms.
- Am I really going to be afraid of these funny little people! He exclaimed contemptuously. - What can they do to me?
- You don't know them. Little funny men have sharp axes, they will chop you to pieces and burn you. Come to me before it's too late.
“No, Tohora,” said Kauri. - If you come here, to me, you will lie motionless on the ground. You will become clumsy and helpless because you are very heavy. You will not be able to move, as you are used to in the ocean, and if I come to you, the storm will hurl me over the waves like a splinter. I'm defenseless in the water. My leaves will fall, and I will sink to the bottom, into the silent kingdom of Tangaroa. I will no longer see the bright sun, the warm rain will not wash my leaves, I will not be able to fight the wind, firmly rooted to the mother earth.
Tohora thought about it.
“You're right,” he said finally. “But you’re my friend. I want to help you. I want you to always remember me. Let's change: I'll give you my skin, and you give me yours, then we will never forget each other.
Kauri readily agreed to this. He gave the bark to Tohora, and he himself dressed in a smooth gray whale skin. Since then, the giant tree has as much resin as a whale has fat.

Retold by G. ANPETKOVA-SHAROVA

WHY THE BEAR HAS A SHORT TAIL

Once a kanchil was sitting in his burrow and cracks of nuts. Suddenly he sees: a tiger is approaching directly to him.
“I am lost,” thought the little kanchil, and he shook with fear.
What was to be done? The sly animal was not taken aback. He bit through the nut with a crack, so that the shell crunched on his teeth, and exclaimed:
- What delicious eyes these tigers have!
The tiger heard such words, and he became afraid. He backed away, turned and walked away. He walks through the forest, and a bear meets him. Tiger and asks:
- Tell me, buddy, do you know what kind of animal is sitting there in the hole and devours the eyes of tigers by both cheeks?
“I don’t know,” the bear answers.
“Let's go and see,” says the tiger.
And the bear answered him:
- I'm afraid.
- Nothing, - says the tiger, - let's tie our tails and go together. If anything happens, we will not leave each other in trouble.
So they tied their tails and went to the kanchilya mink. They go, brave with all their might.
As soon as the kanchil saw them, he immediately realized that they were seriously cowardly. And then he shouted in a loud voice:
“Just look at this rascal tiger! His father was supposed to send me a polar bear, and his son is dragging a black one here! Well well!
The bear heard these words and was scared to death.
“It turns out that,” he thought, “the tiger simply deceived me. Striped wants to pay off his father's debts and gives me up to be devoured by a terrible beast. "
The bear darted to the side, and the tiger to the other. The tail of the bear and came off. Since then, they say, all bears have scanty tails ...

Retold by V. OSTROVSKY

HOW THE PENGUIN BREATHED FROM FREEZE AIR

Once upon a time there was one penguin in Antarctica. And his name was Ping Gwin. One day he decided to breathe frosty air. He dressed warmly and went. He just slipped on the ice and rolled head over heels into the snow! Stuck upside down in a snowdrift. There was Ping Gwin and now Gwynne Ping. What to do?
And then he was just walking past ... walking past that snowdrift ... in general, walking and walking ... on business, probably walking ... this one, how is he? ..
Well, it is not known who was walking. And what happened next is also unknown. And in general, there are no Antarctic folk tales. Because fairy tales are invented by people who have lived in some area from time immemorial. And only penguins live in Antarctica.
But penguins also want fairy tales. Maybe you can try to think of something for them? Probably, it will be a short, funny and kind Antarctic PENGUIN fairy tale ...

All drawings for fairy tales were drawn by L. KHACHATRYAN

“Ou-oo! .. Oo-oo-oo! ..” is heard in the forest. This means: someone is lost. You won't shout: “I seem to be a little lost. If someone hears me, please respond and help me, please, find my way. " So after all and hoarse not long. But one has only to shout "Hey!" - send a prearranged distress signal - and they will definitely understand you. And they will help. If, of course, they hear.
And if not? If you need to shout something very important to someone, and this someone is in another forest or in another city? Or even in another country. Or in general - overseas ...
Then MEANS OF COMMUNICATION will help you.

Ouch! DO YOU HEAR ME?

“We hear, we hear,” they answer you. And how not to hear when there is a telephone, a telegraph, and a radio ...
But after all, in ancient times, no means of communication existed. And shout "Ay!" and then it was very necessary. Or send some urgent message. How did our ancestors act in such cases?

1. Every day we learn something new. Scientifically speaking, we get information. And most of all we get it through our eyes and ears. Therefore, messages that are transmitted from afar, we can either see or hear.

2. Since ancient times, sound has been used to transmit signals over a distance. For example, the frequent striking of a bell would signal an alarming event. And in Africa they beat on special drums - tom-toms. Their fight even somewhat resembled human speech.

3. Smokefires also transmitted various signals. And when mirrors were introduced to the North American Indians, they began to use reflected rays of light to convey messages. This helped them fight the European colonialists.

4. Communication at sea was especially necessary. Therefore, the sailors came up with signal flags. And they even compiled the International Code of Signals. Now with the help of multi-colored flags it was possible to transmit messages from ship to ship.

5. But more complex messages, which were not in the International Code, had to be transmitted by letter using the semaphore alphabet. Each position of the hands of the signalman meant a specific letter or number.

6. The optical telegraph on land was arranged according to the same principle. It was invented by the French engineer Claude Chappe back in 1789. Signals were transmitted from one installation to another - over a distance of tens of kilometers. The result was a telegraph line.

7. But all these means of communication operated only in clear weather and at a distance of direct visibility. What to do at night? Or fog? .. It would be nice to use electricity! After all, it is known that a wire with a current changes the position of the magnetic needle.

8. Thus, in 1832, a turnout telegraph appeared. The invention of our compatriot P. L. Schilling has been perfected for a long time. The individual letters of the message were now transmitted over the wires. Arrow deviations pointed to the desired letter.

9. But such a "telegram" could not be recorded automatically. And so the American artist Samuel Morse in 1836 invents a new telegraph apparatus. However, years passed before people believed in the miraculous possibilities of the electric telegraph.

10. Now any messages could be sent in Morse code. Combinations of only two characters - dots and dashes - denoted all the letters of the alphabet and numbers. Morse code is still used today - 150 years after its creation!

11. But let's not forget about the mail. After all, only short messages were usually transmitted by telegraph. But letters could be written long. However, not always "write". This is how, for example, the messages of the ancient Incas and North American Indians looked like.

12. Unusually hardy messengers - hemerodromes - served in ancient Greece to forward letters. Some of them were able to run more than 200 kilometers per day! But if they were messengers in Babylon, where they wrote on clay tablets, they would have had a hard time.

13. Delivery of letters was often the work of courageous people. At the time of the development of America, there was a postal line "PONY-EXPRESS". Risking their lives in gunfights with bandits and Indians, riders transported mail across the continent in just a week. But this is 3200 kilometers.

14. In what ways did they not forward letters! When the ship was in distress, a sealed bottle with a message was thrown into the sea. Sometimes she sailed from England to Australia. The discoverer Columbus also used bottle mail. True, his letter was fished out of the water after 363 years!

15. Pigeons "worked" as postmen. And even bees! They are very good at navigating in flight and can find a dovecote or hive many kilometers away. But the letters have to be sent too short, similar to military encryption.

16. Why not use the "services" of mechanical postmen? Here is a pneumatic mail: a capsule of letters moves through a pipe under the influence of compressed air. By the way, with the speed of a car! True, the equipment for pneumatic mail is too bulky.

17. But how glorious it would be to transmit a living human voice over long distances! When we speak, air vibrations occur and sound waves are obtained. They act on the eardrum in the ear - and we hear the sound. With a horn, vibrations are sent in the right direction ...

18. And if you pull the horn into a long tube? Then you can easily talk over the pipe. Such a device is called an acoustyphon. It was used in the first cars. Even now, the "tubular" telephone is used for communication between the captain's cabin and the engine room.

19. Once again, electricity comes to the rescue. If the vibrations of the air are first converted into vibrations of an electric current, and then vice versa, then sound waves can be transmitted through wires. But F. Reis's invention was still very imperfect.

20. American inventor G. Bell has developed a more convenient telephone. And after a while, a dialer and a microphone were invented. At the International Exhibition of Electrical Engineering in Paris in 1881, the telephone seemed like a miracle!

21. The electrical connection developed rapidly. Already all continents are entangled with countless wires of telegraph and telephone lines. Moreover, they learned to transmit several messages at once over one wire - this is called multiplex communication.

22. A submarine cable was laid along the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean with great difficulty, linking Europe and America. How many times it broke off - and not count! But the indefatigable Cyrus Field gave the world the first transatlantic connection.

23. Is it possible to transmit messages without wires at all? At first it seemed like fantasy. But in 1887 the German physicist Hertz discovers invisible electromagnetic waves. True, in order to "catch" them, high antennas were needed, which were raised with the help of kites.

24. Our compatriot AS Popov invents a "lightning detector", which catches electromagnetic waves from lightning discharges. He later invented the first radiotelegraph device. But the tsarist government is in no hurry to give money for important research.

25. But the Italian Marconi has all the conditions for work. He builds powerful radio stations for those times. And he manages to transmit signals by radio from Europe to America. Transatlantic COMMUNICATION WITHOUT WIRES established! Now expensive thousand-kilometer cables are no longer needed ...

26. In just a few decades, radio has become an integral part of our lives. Television developed no less rapidly. Today people can easily not only hear, but even see what is happening anywhere in the world. These are the "miracles" that satellite communications are capable of!

Do you remember how it all began? From the battle of tom-toms and signal fires. But human thought cannot be stopped. Step by step, sometimes making mistakes and straying from the right path, a person still finds the right solutions. And then the most fabulous dreams come true!
It's funny to remember: the first Morse telegraph transmitted signals only ... 14 meters. And now you can send a telegram to any city, hear the voice of a distant friend on the phone, write a letter even to Australia. And space communication allows you to see how astronauts work in orbit. And even what the surface of another planet looks like! ..
For many years now, humanity has been sending signals to the Universe:

Ouch! CAN YOU HEAR US?

And suddenly someday we will receive an answer from alien civilizations: "We hear, we hear very well ..." And already through the intergalactic connection, the aliens will tell the inhabitants of the Earth their extraordinary stories.

By A. IVANOV
Depicted by A. DUBOVIK

The rules of the game "PONY-EXPRESS"

The postman, moving by the move of a chess knight, must get from St. Joseph to Sacramento, passing first Fort Laramie, and then Fort Bridger (it is not necessary to stop there). Two Indians, moving in turn from the "Indians' camp" by the move of a chess bishop, seek to lie in wait for the postman, but have no right to enter cities and forts.
Opponents take turns; starts Pony Express. If the postman stands on a cell, which is "shot" by the Indians (chess elephants), or ends up in their encampment, he loses. If the Indian comes under fire from the postman (chess horse), he is removed from the field.

The game "Pony Express" was invented and painted by V. CHISTYAKOV

Marina MOSKVINA

TUTOR

You have no idea, - said Margarita Lukyanovna to my dad, - what low abilities your son has. He still hasn’t memorized the multiplication table, and it’s a spit in my soul that he writes “often” with the letter “I”.
- Low abilities, - said dad, - this is not Andryukhin's fault, but Andryukhin's trouble.
- The main thing is diligence, not ability, - Margarita Lukyanovna softened. - And a conscientious attitude. So that he does not see the light of God, do you understand? Otherwise, I'll leave him for the second year.
All the way home, Dad was overcome by black thoughts. And then in the yard they began to clean the sewer hatches. A driver got out of the emergency car and, as if addressing the children of the planet, said:
- If you want to work here, study poorly. ALL were Losers! - and pointed to the brigade in the hatch.
- At any cost, - said the paw sternly, - you must go from a poor student to a satisfied one. Here it is necessary, - he said, - to set yourself the task, so that the navel would crack. And that time - fuck! You look - there is no strength, and then it's time to die.
And he began to learn the multiplication table with me.
- Six six! Nine four! Five five! .. Wow! - he threatened our serenely sleeping dachshund Kit. - Lazy person! Warts only grows, does nothing. Three times three! Twice two! .. Lucy! - he shouted to mom. - Lucy !!! I cannot solve these examples. I can neither solve them nor remember them! Monstrous something! Who needs it ?! Only to astrologers!
- Maybe we can take a tutor? Mom asks. Then I shouted:
- Never!
- Hold on, Andryukha, - said dad. - You have to be a philosopher and cheerfully perceive any event. I suggest that we take the butcher or the cashier of our grocery store as a tutor.
- But this is only in mathematics, Mikhail, - objected my mother, - but in Russian? How will we overcome the "cha-cha"?
“You're right,” Dad agreed. - A well-educated person is needed here.
We decided to consult with Margarita Lukyayovna.
- I have in mind, - said Margarita Lukyanovna, - one, Vladimir Iosifovich. A LITERATE teacher, all his poor students are on the cutting edge.

Different people smell differently. Someone smells like carrots, another - a tomato, the third - a turtle. Vladimir Iosifovich did not smell of anything.
He always walked anxious, and he never had a blissful expression on his face. In addition, he was very concerned about his health. Every morning for five minutes he lay in an ice bath, and when I was brought to him under escort, Vladimir Iosifovich extended his icy helping hand to me.
- How many legs do three cats have? - he asked me from the doorway.
- Ten! - I said, remembering the behest of Margarita Lukyanovna: "The answer does not decorate the pause."
“Not enough,” said Vladimir Iosifovich sadly.
“Eleven,” I suggested.
Vladimir Iosifovich looked so worried that if someone swallowed him now, he would not even notice it.
“I ask you to have tea,” he said.
In the kitchen, in a plastic bag, he kept the seasoning, there pepper, adjika, various dry herbs - such a yellow-orange mixture. He generously sprinkled it on sandwiches - for me and my mother.
- The boy is neglected, but not lost, - said Vladimir Iosifovich, - We must take him seriously, while he is soft as wax. Then it will harden, and it will be too late.
Mom gratefully shook his hand - so that he sat down. It's nice that your only son, in his incomplete ten years, has NOT CONFIRMED.
- Who do you want to be? - Vladimir Iosifovich asked, keeping spider-like seriousness.
I didn't answer. I did not begin to tell him that I would not want to be neither a stone, nor an oak, nor a sky, nor snow, nor a sparrow, nor a goat, nor Margarita Lukyanovna, nor Vladimir Iosifovich. Only yourself! Although I don't understand WHY am I the way I am?
- Andrey, - Vladimir Iosifovich told me, - I am a straightforward person, how is it written "cha-shcha"? And how much is six times eight? You have to LOVE these words: "drive", "endure", "hate", "depend". Only then will you learn to CORRECTLY CHANGE them by faces and numbers! ..
And I answered:
- Let's whistle. Can you whistle a cosmic whistle? As if not you, but someone whistling to you from space?
- Andrey, Andrey, - Vladimir Iosifovich called me, - your calligraphy is not all right. All letters at random ...
And I answered:
- Old Bill, when you eat cookies, your neck completely disappears, especially in the back.
- I will record all your disadvantages of behavior, - said Vladimir Iosifovich. - And if you start to make progress, I will reward you with a memento.
And I answered:
- My songs go well. Some kind of melody will come, and the words are poured like peas. Listen to my song, Vladimir Iosifovich. "Shmako-zyavki" ...

Shmakozyavki are daring!
Shmyakozyavki field!
Shmakozyavki, dig minks
Shmakozyavki, chew the crusts! ..

Want more? It's not difficult for me ...
- Oh, don't! - Vladimir Iosifovich said.
- Can I leave early today?
- Do you have a very important business?
- Yes.
- Which?
- I don’t know yet.
- I have a feeling, - said Vladimir Iosifovich, - as if I were dragging a hippopotamus from a swamp. It is incomprehensible to the mind, - he said, - that there are people who are not interested in the spelling of unstressed vowels! ..
And my tooth began to grow strongly! Then there was a sign of stagnation. And now he began to grow strongly! And I can directly feel my hair growing on my head! Why does a person have to be in trousers all the time or stand on two legs? !!
- You all went into yourself, - Vladimir Iosifovich was shaking me by the shoulder. - The calculation process itself has become a mystery to you. Check how you wrote the word "aunt"!
- "Tseta" ...
- You are very inconsiderate! - Vladimir Iosifovich said.
And he himself did not even notice that right in front of the window they had hammered into the ground a shield "Tank's vulnerabilities." It showed a full-size cross-section of a tank with arrows indicating its weak points.
We were sitting at the open window, and I asked:
- Guess what's new with you?
- Where?
- In the courtyard.
- Nothing, - Vladimir Iosifovich answered.
And we, as usual, went to the kitchen to eat sandwiches with seasoning.
These were rare moments when we fully understood each other. Only for food, I did not fall asleep when I saw him. And he did not offer me to review my whole life in order to learn the multiplication table.
We silently chewed the seasoning, sniffing the southern herbs, yearning for the sea, and, as they say, “with every fiber of our suitcase,” both felt how good it is to play around sometimes.
Suddenly I noticed that our seasoning was no longer orange, but gray, and shared my observation with Vladimir Iosifovich.
- It must be damp, - he said and poured it on the table to dry.
And how she went to creep!
He's her - in a bunch, in a bunch! And she - ww-w-w - in all directions.
I shout:
- Vladimir Iosifovich, do you have a microscope?
He says:
- There is not.
- How is it in a house, - I shout to him, - not to have a microscope?
- Why do I need it? - asks.
Instead of answering, I took a magnifying glass out of my pocket — I have the keys to my apartment and mailbox attached to the magnifying glass — and looked at the spice.
It was a swarming mass of some unseen transparent creatures. And each has a pair of claws, six pairs of legs - hairy! - and a mustache !!!
- Mothers are dear ... - Vladimir Iosifovich said. - My dear mothers! ..
It was just horror what was happening with him. The life of the microcosm struck him to the very heart. He stood, staring eyes with white eyelashes, bewildered, like a tank in a section ...

- Andrey! - he said when I came to him next time. He was lying on the floor, so thoughtful, in only his underpants. - What would you advise me to buy first - a microscope or a telescope? ..
He learned my last song “Springs are knocking outside the window, a seagull smells of bacon” and sang it early in the morning, sitting on the windowsill and hanging his legs out into the yard.
When I left, he told me:
- Do not be late next time, Andryukha! If I'm already waiting for you, so I'm waiting !!!
And one day he suddenly turned gloomy and asked:
- Andrey, are we not going to die?
“No,” I replied, “never.
I never saw him again. He left our seats. It happened like this.
Early in the morning I ran to him in front of the school, called and called - he does not open. And the neighbor looked out and said:
- No, don't call. Our Iosich left.
- How did you leave? - I ask.
- Barefoot. And with a knapsack.
- Where?
- Across Russia.
A real spring wind was blowing. I'm running to school. And there is a poster on the board: “Citizens! An amazing boy is studying in your class. He writes "cha-shcha" with the letter "I". There is no other so wonderful in the whole world! Let's all take an example from him! "

I learned the whole multiplication table that day. Until late in the evening, like a beast, I multiplied and divided many-digit numbers. I covered a whole notebook with the words: "hour", "thicket", "square", "happiness"! ..
I got all-all Cs and moved brilliantly to the fourth grade.
“Just don’t congratulate me,” I told my friends. - Don't, don't, think about it ...
But they congratulated, hugged, cried and laughed, sang and gave gifts. It's a pity that Vladimir Iosifovich did not see me at this solemn moment.
And what could I give him, except to call in the distance?

………
Drawn by V. CHUGUEVSKY

WORLD LANGUAGES

In the morning the Sun rose over the mountain. Animals and birds woke up.
The rooster began to sing: "Koke-doodle-doo!"
And the cat meowed: "Nyan-nyan."
And the horse whinnied: "Ni-ha-ha!"
And the pig grunted: "Nef-nef."
- Well, it’s wrong! We shouted. - It should be like this: ku-ka-re-ku, meow-meow, and-ho-ho, oink-oink.
That's how it is. Yes, only the rooster sang in English, the cat meowed (that is, nyan-nurse) in Japanese, the horse whinnied in Hungarian, and the pig grunt in Norwegian. And we shouted in Russian. If we had our "Wrong!" shouted in English, it would have turned out "wrong" too. Like this: It's not right.
- You can't read it right away.
- The letters are completely incomprehensible.
- Latin ...
- And if in Japanese?
- Well, then in general!
There aren't even letters in Japanese. There, words are written in separate characters - in hieroglyphs.
And the word "yama" means "mountain" (Mount Fuji-yama). In Russian YAMA you know what. You won't fall into the Japanese PIT, on the contrary, you need to climb up all the time.
And in Bulgaria ...
Very hot and thirsty.
Bulgarians: "Would you like lemonade?"
We nod (yes, they say, we really want to).
Bulgarians: "Well, as you wish."
We: ?
And they are not greedy at all. It's just that a nod of this kind among Bulgarians means “no”. So we gave up the lemonade ourselves. Now, if we turned our heads from side to side, it would mean “yes”. It turns out that even gestures in different languages ​​have different meanings.

How many languages ​​are there in the world?

Some scientists say: 3000. Others say: 5000. But no one can count for sure. Because many languages ​​also have dialects. This is when residents of different parts of the country speak a little in a special way. And sometimes dialects are so different from each other that it is not easy to understand each other. So figure it out - is it one language or several?
But languages ​​are also "friends" with each other. They constantly exchange different words. And in Russian there are many words from other languages.
School is Greek, tundra is Finnish, briefcase is French, pencil is Turkic, hippopotamus is Jewish, candy is Italian, tea is Chinese, kiosk is Turkish, syrup is Persian, the word "chocolate" is from the language of the ancient Aztecs.
What if someday all languages ​​become so “friends” with each other that we get the Universal World Language? And people can easily understand each other! But even if this happens, it will still be very, very far away. And I want to understand everyone in the world right now. How to be?
And so one Polish doctor at the end of the last century thought and thought ... and came up with! And what he came up with, you will find out in the next issue of the magazine.

Ludmila PETRUSHEVSKAYA

EVERYONE IS UNDERSTANDING

A chicken was walking down the street.
He sees the worm crawling along the road.
The chicken stopped, took the worm by the collar and said:
- They are looking for him everywhere, and he walks here! Come on, let's go quickly, we have lunch now, I invite you.
And the worm says:
- I do not understand anything at all what you are saying. Your mouth is stuffed with something like that, you spit it out, and then tell me what you want.
And the chicken really was holding the worm by the collar with its mouth and therefore could not speak properly. She answered:
- He is invited to visit, and he puts on airs. Come on, let's go!
But the worm grabbed the ground even tighter and said:
- I still don't understand you.
At this time, a truck drove up from behind and said:
- What's the matter? Clear the road.
And a full chicken answers him:
- Yes, here one sits in the middle of the road, I drag him to leave, and he rests. Maybe you can help me?
Truck says:
- I do not understand something. I feel that you are asking for something, I understood that from the expression of your voice. But what you are asking for, I do not understand.
The chicken said as slowly as possible:
- Please help me to get this one out of the mud. He sat down here in the dust, and we are waiting for him for dinner.
The truck again did not understand anything and asked:
- Are you unwell?
The hen shrugged silently, and the button on the worm's collar came off.
The truck then said:
- Maybe you have a sore throat? You do not answer with your voice, but just nod if yes, or shake your head if not.
The chicken nodded in response, and the worm nodded as well, since its collar was in the chicken's mouth. The truck asked:
- Maybe call a doctor?
The chicken shook her head strongly, and because of this, the worm also shook her head very much.
The truck said:
- Never mind, don't hesitate, I'm on wheels, I can go to get a doctor - it's only two seconds here. So will I go?
Then the worm began to pull out with all its might, and the chicken involuntarily nodded several times because of this.
The truck said:
- Then I went, - and in two seconds the doctor was already near the chicken.
The doctor told her:
- Say "A".
The chicken said "A", but instead of "A" she got "M" because her mouth was occupied by the collar of the worm.
The doctor said:
- She has a severe sore throat. The whole throat is blocked. Let's give her an injection now.
Then the chicken said:
“I don’t need an injection.
- What? - asked the doctor. - I did not understand. Are you asking for two shots? Now let's do two.
The chicken then spat out the collar of the worm and said:
- What are you all dull!
The truck with the doctor smiled.
And the little worm was already sitting at home and was sewing a button to the collar.

Drawn by I. OLEINIKOV

Hooray it's summer! Hurray, ponds, rivers, lakes and seas-oceans! You run up! You jump! Horrorho! I would not get out of the water all day. But you get out. Then you get in. You get out again. You get in again. Oh-she-she ... Bored already? Then

PLAY WITH UNCLE NEPTUNE

King Neptune is the master of all reservoirs. He allows you to swim where the waters are waist-deep. When you enter the water, sit down and stand up three times. Make your palm a handful, put it on the surface of the water and ... drop it down sharply. It will turn out to be a little blast-chick: bru-u-um! In watery language, this means: Hello, Uncle Neptune!

Which one of you wants to be Neptune's main assistant - Prince Neptune? Everything? Then try on in turn to try on the royal crown. Place an inflatable rubber ring on the water, take a breath and go under the water. Try to stand so that you put the circle on your head. The one who succeeds the first time is appointed Prince Neptune (or Princess Neptune).

Oh no no no! The royal crown is blown away by the wind. In pursuit! We stand in one line. Neptune is in command. Into the account "time!" - inhale, "two!" - hold your breath, "three!" - we stretch our arms, push off from the bottom and slide like torpedoes. Who will slip the farthest - is appointed as a torpedo messenger.

Wow! Someone even caught up with the rubber circle - the royal crown. Hold on tight! The circle is now a dolphin. You probably have other dolphins: rubber inflatable cushions, balls? Sit on top of them and start rowing with your hands, moving forward. Those who come to the shore first are appointed as messengers on dolphins.

Are you too carried away? Have you forgotten about the water monsters? .. All together, sit down in the water and, at the command of Neptune, jump up. The one who jumps the highest is the lookout. Then you will ask him: "Are there any monsters nearby?" And he will jump out of the water, look around and answer: "No!"

And who will fight the monsters if they appear? Knightly cavalry of Neptune. We divide into two teams, then in pairs - into a rider and a horse. The riders sit on the shoulders of the horses, and the horses press their legs with their hands to themselves.

At the signal of Neptunechik "Start the tournament!" both teams converge. The rider, using only his hands, must throw the opponent into the water. The team with more riders left by the end of the tournament will be Neptune's knightly cavalry. She has to fight the monsters.
Before you go ashore - a handful of palm: bru-u-um! See you tomorrow, Uncle Neptune!

………
Drawn by A. ARTYUKH

 

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