The reader's diary is alive and glowing. Dragunsky. He is alive and glowing... Where has it been seen, where has it been heard - Dragunsky V.Yu.
The main character (Deniska) sits in the yard in the evening and waits for his mother. The parents have already taken all the children home, so he sits in the sandbox alone. He wonders why his mother has been gone for so long and this makes him want to go home even more.
Suddenly his friend Mishka appears, sits down next to the boy and draws attention to his dump truck. Mishka really likes it, he examines all the details, asks about the capabilities of the car and asks to give it to him at home. The main character is against it, he values this dump truck, because his dad gave him this toy before leaving. Then Mishka offers an exchange. But the boy considers him unequal and refuses several offers. Mishka’s last hope is a mysterious box; he hands it to his friend and waits for his reaction. The main character is interested, he opens it and is amazed by the small light green light that flickers inside. The bear gave him a firefly. The boy is fascinated by him and immediately agrees to give him the dump truck forever.
The bear went home with his prey, and the main character remained sitting in the sandbox, looking at the firefly. He was so fascinated by him that he forgot about everything, even that he wanted to go home. Only his mother came to remind him of this. She took him home and asked if the boy liked playing with the new dump truck. The boy told about his exchange. When they arrived home, he asked his mother to turn off the light to show off his treasure. The green light began to glow again in the box.
Mom doesn't understand why the boy swapped his new dump truck for a firefly. But the boy instantly finds the answer - after all, he is alive and glowing!
This story teaches us to value not material values, but life, real and glowing. The boy does not feel so lonely with a living creature; a toy cannot replace such feelings.
Picture or drawing He is alive and glowing
Other retellings for the reader's diary
- Summary Don't lie to Zoshchenko
This story is one of the stories about the author's childhood. The main characters are the author himself - Minka and his sister Lelya. The little brother is still learning about the world around him, and Lelya is playing pranks again.
- Summary of Durov My animals
Durov loved animals and wrote stories about them. In a huge house in which lived bears, an elephant, various breeds of domestic animals... He not only kept them, but taught them various tricks
- Summary of Zheleznikov Trail
A large dog named Trop stood in the sun and moved his legs. But then a grandmother appeared on the porch with the little boy Petya in her arms. The child turned to the dog and when he joyfully opened his mouth, it scared the boy and he began to cry.
- Summary of the fable The Wolf and the Crane by Krylov
Wolves are very greedy, and also cunning, everyone knows this. When they eat, they are in a hurry, they don’t even see the bones.
- Summary of Dostoevsky Boys
Boys is a chapter that is included in the great novel The Brothers Karamazov. This chapter tells about a little boy - Kolya Krasotkin, who has only a mother, about his actions and relationships with other people
Deniska's stories
"You Gotta Have a Sense of Humor"
A story by V. Dragunsky performed by People's Artist of the USSR Evgeniy Vestnik.
And now the lights began to light up in the windows, and the radio started playing music, and dark clouds were moving in the sky - they looked like bearded old men... And I wanted to eat, but my mother was still not there, and I thought that if I I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and not be late and force her to sit on the sand and be bored...
Evgeny Yakovlevich Vesnik (January 15, 1923, Petrograd - April 10, 2009, Moscow) - theater and film actor, theater director, author of a number of scripts for radio and television, People's Artist of the USSR (1989).
The name of Victor Dragunsky is known to children in our country and abroad. He wrote about a hundred stories from the life of the boy Deniska. These stories, told, as the author himself said, “in secret to the whole world,” are known to our readers as “Deniska’s stories.” Viktor Dragunsky lived a long, interesting life. But not everyone knows that before becoming a writer, in his early youth he was a worker, then an actor, a “red” clown in the arena of the Moscow Circus, acted in films, and directed the small Blue Bird Parody Theater.
He devoted himself to every task that Viktor Dragunsky was involved in until the end. He treated any work he did in his life with equal respect. He was a kind, cheerful person, but irreconcilable with injustice and lies. Viktor Yuzefovich loved children very much, and the children were drawn to him, feeling in him an older, kind comrade and friend. I would like to quote a few lines from Viktor Yuzefovich’s letter to Japanese children for a book published in Tokyo. “I was born quite a long time ago and quite far away, one might even say, in another part of the world. As a child, I loved to fight and never let myself get hurt. As you understand, my hero was Tom Sawyer, and never, under any circumstances, Sid. I'm sure you share my point of view. To put it bluntly, I didn’t study well at school. Once, when I was twelve years old, I ended up in the police. And it was like this: I sat at home and pretended to do my homework. And suddenly there was a terrible ringing sound. A stone flew into the room through the glass... Needless to say, a few moments later I grabbed the drunkard who was constantly trying to bite me, and dragged him to the police station. Since then, the cheerful policemen have fallen in love with me.
From early childhood I fell deeply in love with the circus and still love it. I was a clown. I wrote a story about the circus, “Today and Everyday.” Besides the circus, I really love young children. I write about children and for children. This is my whole life, its meaning.” His “adult” stories invariably feature children. This is a touching little village boy from the story “He Fell on the Grass.” Tatka, the trainer’s daughter, the so-called “circus boy” at a rehearsal in the arena and, finally, a boy near the circus with a ticket in his hands (“Today and Everyday”). The boy’s question: “Will there be a clown?” brings the hero of the story, clown Nikolai Vetrov, out of a terrible state after the death of Irina. “There will be a clown! Necessarily will!" - answers Vetrov. In one of his monologues he says: “...I must bring joy to children every day. Laughter is joy. I give it with both hands. The pockets of my clown pants are filled with laughter... Not a single day without work for children, not a single child without joy. Hurry to bring joy to children. Children have enemies, it’s monstrous, but it’s true. Today and every day there is a performance on the convex arena of the earth, and there is no need for gloomy military interludes! We must protect children! Today and every day!” When Viktor Yuzefovich was an actor, he willingly performed in front of children. He usually acted as Santa Claus during the winter holidays. Most often this was in Sokolniki Park. While speaking, he observed the children and easily communicated with them. Later, all this was reflected in the stories “My Friend the Bear”, “Exactly Twenty-Five Kilos”, “Puss in Boots”...
The appearance of Viktor Dragunsky’s first book, “He’s Alive and Glowing,” in 1961, very quickly made him a popular writer. The books came out one after another. These were new adventures for Deniska, who our children loved. Soon, based on the stories of Viktor Dragunsky, a film called “Funny Stories” was made, then there were several more film adaptations, including a number of television films. The books of Viktor Dragunsky were translated into many languages of the peoples of the Soviet Union and into a number of foreign languages. Viktor Yuzefovich received many letters from children and their parents and tried to answer them whenever possible. Viktor Yuzefovich never refused to speak in front of a school audience. He read his stories wonderfully, and children especially loved listening to stories about Deniska when the author himself read them. Many times Viktor Yuzefovich performed at pioneer bonfires in Peredelkino. where Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky constantly lived, who organized festive pioneer bonfires for children living in villages and towns in the neighborhood. Famous children's writers and artists were invited to these bonfires. Countless times, Viktor Dragunsky appeared on the radio reading his stories, which were included in the fund of the All-Union Radio.
Dragunskaya
One evening I sat in the yard, near the sand, and waited for my mother. She probably stayed late at the institute, or at the store, or maybe stood for a long time at the bus stop. Don't know. Only all the parents in our yard had already arrived, and all the kids went home with them and were probably already drinking tea with bagels and cheese, but my mother was still not there...
And now the lights began to light up in the windows, and the radio began to play music, and dark clouds moved in the sky - they looked like bearded old men...
And I wanted to eat, but my mother was still not there, and I thought that if I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and would not be late and not made her sit on the sand and get bored.
And at that time Mishka came out into the yard. He said:
- Great!
And I said:
- Great!
Mishka sat down with me and picked up the dump truck.
- Wow! - said Mishka. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up sand himself? Not yourself? Does he leave on his own? Yes? What about the pen? What is it for? Can it be rotated? Yes? A? Wow! Will you give it to me at home?
I said:
- No I will not give. Present. Dad gave it to me before he left.
The bear pouted and moved away from me. It became even darker outside.
I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother came. But she still didn’t come. Apparently, I met Aunt Rosa, and they stand and talk and don’t even think about me. I lay down on the sand.
Here Mishka says:
Can you give me a dump truck?
- Get off it, Mishka.
Then Mishka says:
- I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for it!
I speak:
- Compared Barbados to a dump truck...
And Mishka:
- Well, do you want me to give you a swimming ring?
I speak:
- It's broken.
And Mishka:
- You will seal it!
I even got angry:
- Where to swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?
And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:
- Well, it was not! Know my kindness! On the!
And he handed me a box of matches. I took it in my hands.
“You open it,” said Mishka, “then you will see!”
I opened the box and at first I didn’t see anything, and then I saw a small light green light, as if somewhere far, far away from me a tiny star was burning, and at the same time I myself was holding it in my hands.
“What is this, Mishka,” I said in a whisper, “what is this?”
“This is a firefly,” said Mishka. - What, good? He's alive, don't think about it.
“Bear,” I said, “take my dump truck, would you like it?” Take it forever, forever! Give me this star, I’ll take it home... 
And Mishka grabbed my dump truck and ran home. And I stayed with my firefly, looked at it, looked and couldn’t get enough of it: how green it is, as if in a fairy tale, and how close it is, in the palm of your hand, but it shines as if from afar... And I couldn’t breathe evenly, and I heard my heart beating and there was a slight tingling in my nose, as if I wanted to cry.
And I sat like that for a long time, a very long time. And there was no one around. And I forgot about everyone in this world.
But then my mother came, and I was very happy, and we went home. And when they started drinking tea with bagels and feta cheese, my mother asked:
- Well, how's your dump truck?
And I said:
- I, mom, exchanged it.
Mom said:
- Interesting! And for what?
I answered:
- To the firefly! Here he is, living in a box. Turn out the light!
And mom turned off the light, and the room became dark, and the two of us began to look at the pale green star.
Then mom turned on the light.
“Yes,” she said, “it’s magic!” But still, how did you decide to give such a valuable thing as a dump truck for this worm?
“I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” I said, “and I was so bored, but this firefly, it turned out to be better than any dump truck in the world.”
Mom looked at me intently and asked:
- And why, why exactly is it better?
I said:
- How come you don’t understand?! After all, he is alive! And it glows!..
One evening I sat in the yard, near the sand, and waited for my mother. She probably stayed late at the institute, or at the store, or maybe stood for a long time at the bus stop. Don't know. Only all the parents in our yard had already arrived, and all the kids went home with them and were probably already drinking tea with bagels and cheese, but my mother was still not there...
And now the lights began to light up in the windows, and the radio started playing music, and dark clouds moved in the sky - they looked like bearded old men...
I wanted to eat, but my mother was still not there, and I thought that if I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and would not be late and not force her to sit on the sand and be bored.
And at that time Mishka came out into the yard. He said:
Great!
And I said:
Great!
Mishka sat down next to him and picked up the dump truck.
Wow! - said Mishka. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up sand himself? Not yourself? Does he leave on his own? Yes? What about the pen? What is it for? Can it be rotated? Yes? A? Wow! Will you give it to me at home?
I said:
No, I won't let you go home. Present. Dad gave it to me before he left.
The bear pouted and moved away from me. It became even darker outside. I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother came. But she still didn’t go. Apparently, I met Aunt Rosa, and they stand and talk and don’t even think about me. I lay down on the sand.
Here Mishka says:
Can you give me a dump truck?
I speak:
Get off it, Mishka!
Then Mishka says:
I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for it.
I speak:
Compared Barbados to a dump truck...
Well, do you want me to give you a swimming ring?
I speak:
Yours is broken.
You will seal it.
I even got angry:
Where to swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?
And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:
Well, it was not! Know my kindness! On the! And he handed me a box of matches. I took it in my hands.
“Open it,” said Mishka, “then you will see!”
I opened the box and at first I didn’t see anything, and then I saw a small light green light, as if somewhere far, far away from me a tiny star was burning, and at the same time I was holding it in my hands.
“What is this, Mishka,” I said in a whisper, “what is this?”
“This is a firefly,” said Mishka. - What, good? He's alive, don't think about it.
Bear,” I said, “take my dump truck, would you like it?” Take it forever, forever! Give me this star, I’ll take it home...
And Mishka grabbed my dump truck and ran home. And I stayed with my firefly, looked at it, looked and couldn’t get enough of it: how green it was, as if in a fairy tale, and how even though it was close, in the palm of my hand, it was shining as if from afar... And I couldn’t breathe evenly , and I heard my heart beating quickly and my nose tingling a little, as if I wanted to cry.
And I sat like that for a long time, a very long time. And there was no one around. And I forgot about everyone in this world.
But then my mother came, and I was very happy, and we went home. And when they started drinking tea with bagels and feta cheese, my mother asked:
Well, how's your dump truck?
And I said:
I, mom, exchanged it. Mom said:
Interesting! And for what?
I answered:
To the firefly! Here he is, living in a box. Turn out the light!
And mom turned off the light, and the room became dark, and the two of us began to look at the pale green star.
Then mom turned on the light.
Yes, she said, it’s magic! But still, how did you decide to give such a valuable thing as a dump truck for this worm?
“I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” I said, “and I was so bored, but this firefly, it turned out to be better than any dump truck in the world.”
Mom looked at me intently and asked:
But why, why exactly is it better?
I said:
How come you don’t understand?! After all, he is alive! And it glows!..
Victor Dragunsky Deniskin's stories, for children: read the story He is alive and glowing by Dragunsky from the book of Deniskin's stories for children: read the text of the work online: brief and full content He is alive and glowing
Victor Dragunsky (briefly about the author’s life)
Victor Dragunsky was born on December 1, 1913 in New York. His mother was the daughter of a teacher from the city of Gomel, where they then lived. At the age of sixteen she married the son of a shopkeeper, Jozef. In the spring of 1913 they left for America. A child was born. In July 1914, they returned home to Gomel. In 1917 there was a revolution.
Life then was very cruel. Red brigade commander Voitsekhovich shot Yuzef and married his grandmother (writes the writer’s son D. Dragunsky) And so my grandmother, taking her son (that is, my dad), went to Moscow. I gave birth to my second son, Lenya... And my dad worked in Moscow as a turner at a factory... Then he decided to become an artist and entered a theater studio. He worked as a clown in a circus. When the war began, he was not accepted into the army due to illness - he had severe asthma. But he still joined the militia. After the war, dad gathered a group of artists, and they created a small pop theater. There, dad not only played, but also composed skits. He wrote feuilletons and humorous stories. And he married my mother. I was born to them in 1950.
The first “Deniska's stories” appeared in magazines in the late 1950s. Then books began to come out, one after another. Films and performances appeared.
Viktor Dragunsky died on May 6, 1972.
Deniska's stories
He wrote about sixty “Deniska’s stories” - that is, one not very thick book. But these funny stories have been read for fifty years. Deniska's stories were written half a century ago. Now the third generation is reading them. Anyone who read Deniska's Stories as a child now reads them to their children and grandchildren... a lot has changed. When Deniska Korablev went to school, life was completely different: the Internet had not yet been invented. There were no computers. And even ballpoint pens.
Victor Dragunsky was often asked: “Did all this really happen? Do you know Deniska?” He answered: “Of course I know! This is my son!
Victor Dragunsky wrote a book of stories about a boy Denis Korablev, who literally grows up before the reader’s eyes. We first see him as a preschooler. Then as a primary school student who finds himself in various funny situations.
The main characters of the stories are: Denis Korablev - a boy living in Moscow on Karetny Ryad. The father and mother of the main character, Mishka is the best friend, Kostya is the friend of Denis and Mishka, Alenka is the neighbor, the youngest of the children, and others...
“He is alive and glowing” (short summary of the story) (short)
The story begins with the boy Deniska waiting for his mother in the yard. She probably stayed late at the institute or at the store, and doesn’t even suspect that her son has already missed her. The author very subtly emphasizes that the child is tired and hungry. Apparently, he doesn’t have the keys to the apartment, because it’s already starting to get dark, the lights come on in the windows, but Deniska doesn’t move from her place. Standing in the yard, he feels himself starting to freeze. While he is watching what is happening around him, his friend Mishka Slonov runs up to him. Seeing his friend, Deniska rejoices and temporarily forgets about his sadness. (summary of V. Dragoon Deniskin’s stories) Mishka praises his toy dump truck, wants to trade it and offers Deniska various items and his toys. Deniska replies that the dump truck is a gift from dad, so he cannot give it to Mishka or even exchange it. Then Mishka uses the last opportunity to get a toy dump truck - he offers Deniska a live firefly that glows in the dark. Deniska is fascinated by the firefly, its magnificent glow that spreads from a simple matchbox. He gives Mishka the dump truck, saying: “Take my dump truck, for good, and give me this star.” Mishka goes home happy, and Deniska no longer feels so sad waiting for his mother, because he felt that there was a living creature next to him. Soon mom returns, and she and Deniska go home for dinner. Mom is sincerely surprised how her son could exchange a good toy for “some kind of firefly.” This is just one of the stories representing Deniska’s Stories. The summary shows that the main theme is loneliness and abandonment. The boy wants to go home, he is tired and hungry, but his mother lingers somewhere and thereby prolongs Deniska’s feeling of inner suffering. The appearance of a firefly warms the child’s soul, and it is no longer so difficult for him to wait for his mother to appear.
"It's alive and glowing..."(entire text of Dragunsky's story)
One evening I sat in the yard, near the sand, and waited for my mother. She probably stayed late at the institute, or at the store, or maybe stood for a long time at the bus stop. Don't know. Only all the parents in our yard had already arrived, and all the kids went home with them and were probably already drinking tea with bagels and cheese, but my mother was still not there...
And now the lights began to light up in the windows, and the radio began to play music, and dark clouds moved in the sky - they looked like bearded old men...
And I wanted to eat, but my mother was still not there, and I thought that if I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and would not be late and not made her sit on the sand and get bored.
And at that time Mishka came out into the yard. He said:
Great!
And I said:
Great!
Mishka sat down with me and picked up the dump truck.
Wow! - said Mishka. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up sand himself? Not yourself? Does he leave on his own? Yes? What about the pen? What is it for? Can it be rotated? Yes? A? Wow! Will you give it to me at home?
I said:
No I will not give. Present. Dad gave it to me before he left.
The bear pouted and moved away from me. It became even darker outside.
I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother came. But she still didn’t come. Apparently, I met Aunt Rosa, and they stand and talk and don’t even think about me. I lay down on the sand.
Here Mishka says:
Can you give me a dump truck?
Get off it, Mishka.
Then Mishka says:
I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for it!
I speak:
Compared Barbados to a dump truck...
Well, do you want me to give you a swimming ring?
I speak:
Yours is broken.
You'll seal it!
I even got angry:
Where to swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?
And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:
Well, it was not! Know my kindness! On the!
And he handed me a box of matches. I took it in my hands.
“You open it,” said Mishka, “then you will see!”
Deniska's stories, for children: read the story He is alive and glowing by Dragunsky
I opened the box and at first I didn’t see anything, and then I saw a small light green light, as if somewhere far, far away from me a tiny star was burning, and at the same time I myself was holding it in my hands.
“What is this, Mishka,” I said in a whisper, “what is this?”
“This is a firefly,” said Mishka. - What, good? He's alive, don't think about it.
Bear,” I said, “take my dump truck, would you like it?” Take it forever, forever! Give me this star, I’ll take it home...
And Mishka grabbed my dump truck and ran home. And I stayed with my firefly, looked at it, looked and couldn’t get enough of it: how green it is, as if in a fairy tale, and how close it is, in the palm of your hand, but it shines as if from afar... And I couldn’t breathe evenly, and I heard my heart beating and there was a slight tingling in my nose, as if I wanted to cry.
And I sat like that for a long time, a very long time. And there was no one around. And I forgot about everyone in this world.
But then my mother came, and I was very happy, and we went home. And when they started drinking tea with bagels and feta cheese, my mother asked:
Well, how's your dump truck?
And I said:
I, mom, exchanged it.
Mom said:
Interesting! And for what?
I answered:
To the firefly! Here he is, living in a box. Turn out the light!
And mom turned off the light, and the room became dark, and the two of us began to look at the pale green star.
Then mom turned on the light.
Yes, she said, it’s magic! But still, how did you decide to give such a valuable thing as a dump truck for this worm?
“I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” I said, “and I was so bored, but this firefly, it turned out to be better than any dump truck in the world.”
Mom looked at me intently and asked:
But why, why exactly is it better?
I said:
How come you don’t understand?! After all, he is alive! And it glows!..
.......................................................................................................
