Adventures of Yurchik and his grandfather. Natalya Lvovna scored, the amazing adventures of the boy Yurchik and his grandfather, artist: Maya Sergeevna Nechiporenko (1965). One fine summer day

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ON A BEAUTIFUL SUMMER DAY...

All this happened on one beautiful summer day.

The boy Yurchik, together with his grandfather and grandmother, came from the city to the dacha to rest. Grandfather worked very hard all winter and spring, and grandmother helped him, and both of them needed a good rest for a long time. And although Yurchik didn’t work and didn’t even go to school, he nevertheless breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived here.

Why did he breathe a sigh of relief? - you ask.

And here's why: all winter he went to kindergarten, and there they always told him: "This is impossible" and "That is impossible" and "You are still small." And when he came from kindergarten home, dad and mom started saying the same thing.

The boy Yurchik was not some kind of mischievous. He never did what was said "no". But, you yourself understand, it’s not very pleasant to listen to such remarks all the time, and most importantly, reminders that you are still small ... It just so happened in the world: at first a person is small, and then grows up, and he himself is in this nothing to blame. So why remind about such unpleasant things: that you are still small and cannot be completely independent? It's very embarrassing.

The kindergarten teacher said so, mom and dad said so, but grandpa and grandma never said such things to Yurchik. They talked to Yurchik as an equal. And if sometimes it turned out that something could not be done, Yurchik himself guessed about it and, of course, did nothing of the kind. And he behaved even better than at home or in kindergarten.

It must be now clear to everyone that the boy Yurchik had something to get tired of during the winter, and he also did not interfere with resting here, at the dacha, together with his grandfather and grandmother.

So it was a beautiful summer day.

Grandfather and grandmother sat down in the garden near the veranda on folding chairs and began to rest. And the boy Yurchik found somewhere in the pantry his last year's truck with a crane, tied a rope to it and drove it around the house with a terrible roar. I ran around the house once, ran around the second time, ran around the third time ... A terrible roar filled the garden, it was a lot of fun! And no one thought to say: "This can not be done."

Eh, eh, - suddenly said the grandfather. - Why are you, dear comrade, using technology irrationally? The machine wears out, but there is no benefit.

Yurchik stopped.

And what use can be from it? - he asked.

How is it what? Here, you see, the day is hot, it would be nice to swim in the lake now. Yes, even though it’s not far to go there, but my grandmother and I are so tired that it’s hard for us. So you would take us to the lake in your car.

Yurchik smiled and looked incredulously at his grandfather: are they really joking with him, as with some kind of stupid kid? It can’t be, grandfather is not like that ...

ON A BEAUTIFUL SUMMER DAY…

All this happened on one fine summer day.

The boy Yurchik, together with his grandfather and grandmother, came from the city to the dacha to rest. Grandfather worked very hard all winter and spring, and grandmother helped him, and both of them needed a good rest for a long time. And although Yurchik didn’t work and didn’t even go to school yet, he nevertheless breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived here.

Why did he breathe a sigh of relief? - you ask.

And here's why: all winter he went to kindergarten, and there they always told him: "this is impossible" and "that is impossible" and "you are still small." And when he came home from kindergarten, dad and mom began to say the same thing.

The boy Yurchik was not some kind of mischievous. He never did what was said "no". But, you yourself understand, it’s not very pleasant to listen to such remarks all the time, and most importantly, reminders that you are still small ... It just so happened in the world: at first a person is small, and then grows up, and he himself is not in the least guilty. So why remind about such unpleasant things that you are still small and cannot be completely independent? It's very embarrassing.

The kindergarten teacher said so, mom and dad said so, but grandpa and grandma never said such words to Yurchik. They talked to Yurchik as an equal. And if sometimes it turned out that something could not be done, Yurchik himself guessed about it and, of course, did nothing of the kind. And he behaved even better than at home or in kindergarten.

It must be now clear to everyone that the boy Yurchik had something to get tired of during the winter, and he also did not interfere with resting here, at the dacha, together with his grandfather and grandmother.

So it was a beautiful summer day.

Grandfather and grandmother sat down in the garden near the veranda on folding chairs and began to rest. And the boy Yurchik found somewhere in the pantry his last year's truck with a crane, tied a rope to it and drove it around the house with a terrible roar. I ran around the house once, ran around the second time, ran around the third time ... A terrible roar filled the garden, it was a lot of fun! And no one thought to say: "This can not be done."

Eh, eh, - suddenly said the grandfather. - Why are you, dear comrade, using technology irrationally? The machine wears out, but there is no benefit.

Yurchik stopped.

And what use can be from it? - he asked.

How is it what? Here, you see, the day is hot, it would be nice to swim in the lake now. Yes, even though it’s not far to go there, but my grandmother and I are so tired that it’s hard for us. So you would take us to the lake in your car!

Yurchik smiled and looked incredulously at his grandfather: are they really joking with him, as with some kind of foolish kid? It can’t be, grandfather is not like that ...

Why are you silent? Don't you agree? - asked the grandfather.

Of course, I agree, - Yurchik said, - but my car ...

Is it too small for us? - the grandfather quickly finished the thought of his grandson. “You don’t need to worry about this: now my grandmother and I will swallow diminutive pills and we will be quite suitable passengers for this car.

BUT! - said the boy Yurchik. - Then it's all right.

He was not at all surprised.

And you, of course, were surprised? You must have never heard of any diminutive pills?

In order to make everything clear, I must tell you that Yurchik's grandfather was a very learned inventor. He was always inventing amazing things that no one had ever seen or heard of. Yurchik knew this and had long been accustomed to the fact that one could expect the most incredible things from his grandfather. Therefore, he was not surprised.

Did you get it or did you invent it yourself? - Yurchik asked his grandfather when he entered the room for a moment and took out two small boxes.

Invented, of course, - casually answered the grandfather. - Here in this box - diminutive pills. Swallow one - and immediately decrease. To be the right passengers for your car, Grandma and I will swallow three.

And he opened one box: it contained several shiny pink pills that looked like dragee candies.

How do you get big again? - Yurchik asked.

I like this question, - the grandfather said approvingly. - He says that you can think logically. What would my shrink pills be worth if I couldn't be the same again?

And he opened the second box.

Look, this is the second part of my invention. magnifying pills. To become again the same as before, you need to swallow as many pills as you swallowed diminutives. That's all.

These pills were also shiny, like candy, only green. Yurchik looked at them with great interest.

“And if you don’t swallow diminutives at all? he thought. - Just swallow magnifying - then you can immediately become big? That would be great!”

As soon as he was about to ask his grandfather about this, his grandmother jumped up from her chair.

If you want to go swimming, then you must go! she said decisively. “And then I won’t have time.” I need to cook dinner.

That's right, let's not waste time! - supported the grandmother grandfather. He handed her three pink pills, took the same amount for himself, and they ate them right away. They didn't even drink water.

At that very moment, Yurchik saw that his grandfather, so tall, broad-shouldered, not yet quite an old man, wearing glasses, with a long, not yet completely gray beard, - began to rapidly decrease, and with it his clothes, and glasses, and a long beard, and even an automatic pen, decreased.

And grandmother, also quite tall and thick, and not yet quite an old woman, began to decrease with the same speed as grandfather, along with everything that she was wearing. Of all the things, only two boxes with pink and green pills remained the same. They did not shrink because grandfather had the foresight to place them on the steps of the veranda.

Finally, grandfather and grandmother stopped shrinking: they became quite tiny, the size of Yurchik's palm. To talk to them, Yurchik had to squat down and even bow his head.

He exaggerated a little, that is, he underestimated, - said the grandfather. - It would be possible to get by with two tablets. Well, nothing, it will be easier for you to carry us. Get us in the car. Don't forget to put both boxes in the same place, and let's go!

Yurchik carefully took first his grandmother, then his grandfather and put them in the car. The truck was too big for them - they could have put another fifty of these grandparents there.

What to sit on? - asked the grandmother. - It will shake on hard.

I'll put a handkerchief, - said Yurchik.

He ran into the room and brought his grandfather's handkerchief, spread it in the front of the body, put his grandfather and grandmother there, and put boxes of pills in the back of the body.

The lake was very close to their dacha, and Yurchik knew the way to it like the back of his hand.

First, he carefully drove the car down the hill, holding it so that it did not accelerate too much. Further on, the path wound through a flood meadow covered with dense tall grass, green bushes and trees scattered here and there - old branchy oaks and the same old sedges.

The path was well trodden and smooth. Although the car rattled with all its loosened tin parts, it went smoothly, did not shake. And so Yurchik ran faster and faster and, finally, ran skipping, all the time looking back: how are grandparents feeling there?

And they seemed to feel quite well: all the time they looked around, showed something to each other, laughed and talked - but what exactly, Yurchik did not hear, their voices were thin!

ON A BEAUTIFUL SUMMER DAY…

All this happened on one fine summer day.

The boy Yurchik, together with his grandfather and grandmother, came from the city to the dacha to rest. Grandfather worked very hard all winter and spring, and grandmother helped him, and both of them needed a good rest for a long time. And although Yurchik didn’t work and didn’t even go to school yet, he nevertheless breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived here.

Why did he breathe a sigh of relief? - you ask.

And here's why: all winter he went to kindergarten, and there they always told him: "this is impossible" and "that is impossible" and "you are still small." And when he came home from kindergarten, dad and mom began to say the same thing.

The boy Yurchik was not some kind of mischievous. He never did what was said "no". But, you yourself understand, it’s not very pleasant to listen to such remarks all the time, and most importantly, reminders that you are still small ... It just so happened in the world: at first a person is small, and then grows up, and he himself is not in the least guilty. So why remind about such unpleasant things that you are still small and cannot be completely independent? It's very embarrassing.

The kindergarten teacher said so, mom and dad said so, but grandpa and grandma never said such words to Yurchik. They talked to Yurchik as an equal. And if sometimes it turned out that something could not be done, Yurchik himself guessed about it and, of course, did nothing of the kind. And he behaved even better than at home or in kindergarten.

It must be now clear to everyone that the boy Yurchik had something to get tired of during the winter, and he also did not interfere with resting here, at the dacha, together with his grandfather and grandmother.

So it was a beautiful summer day.

Grandfather and grandmother sat down in the garden near the veranda on folding chairs and began to rest. And the boy Yurchik found somewhere in the pantry his last year's truck with a crane, tied a rope to it and drove it around the house with a terrible roar. I ran around the house once, ran around the second time, ran around the third time ... A terrible roar filled the garden, it was a lot of fun! And no one thought to say: "This can not be done."

Eh, eh, - suddenly said the grandfather. - Why are you, dear comrade, using technology irrationally? The machine wears out, but there is no benefit.

Yurchik stopped.

And what use can be from it? - he asked.

How is it what? Here, you see, the day is hot, it would be nice to swim in the lake now. Yes, even though it’s not far to go there, but my grandmother and I are so tired that it’s hard for us. So you would take us to the lake in your car!

Yurchik smiled and looked incredulously at his grandfather: are they really joking with him, as with some kind of foolish kid? It can’t be, grandfather is not like that ...

Why are you silent? Don't you agree? - asked the grandfather.

Of course, I agree, - Yurchik said, - but my car ...

Is it too small for us? - the grandfather quickly finished the thought of his grandson. “You don’t need to worry about this: now my grandmother and I will swallow diminutive pills and we will be quite suitable passengers for this car.

BUT! - said the boy Yurchik. - Then it's all right.

He was not at all surprised.

And you, of course, were surprised? You must have never heard of any diminutive pills?

In order to make everything clear, I must tell you that Yurchik's grandfather was a very learned inventor. He was always inventing amazing things that no one had ever seen or heard of. Yurchik knew this and had long been accustomed to the fact that one could expect the most incredible things from his grandfather. Therefore, he was not surprised.

Did you get it or did you invent it yourself? - Yurchik asked his grandfather when he entered the room for a moment and took out two small boxes.

Invented, of course, - casually answered the grandfather. - Here in this box - diminutive pills. Swallow one - and immediately decrease. To be the right passengers for your car, Grandma and I will swallow three.

And he opened one box: it contained several shiny pink pills that looked like dragee candies.

How do you get big again? - Yurchik asked.

I like this question, - the grandfather said approvingly. - He says that you can think logically. What would my shrink pills be worth if I couldn't be the same again?

And he opened the second box.

Look, this is the second part of my invention. magnifying pills. To become again the same as before, you need to swallow as many pills as you swallowed diminutives. That's all.

These pills were also shiny, like candy, only green. Yurchik looked at them with great interest.

“And if you don’t swallow diminutives at all? he thought. - Just swallow magnifying - then you can immediately become big? That would be great!”

As soon as he was about to ask his grandfather about this, his grandmother jumped up from her chair.

If you want to go swimming, then you must go! she said decisively. “And then I won’t have time.” I need to cook dinner.

That's right, let's not waste time! - supported the grandmother grandfather. He handed her three pink pills, took the same amount for himself, and they ate them right away. They didn't even drink water.

At that very moment, Yurchik saw that his grandfather - such a tall, broad-shouldered, not yet quite old man, wearing glasses, with a long, not yet quite gray beard - began to decrease rapidly, and his clothes and glasses also decreased with him. , and a long beard, and even an automatic pen.

And grandmother, also quite tall and thick, and not yet quite an old woman, began to decrease with the same speed as grandfather, along with everything that she was wearing. Of all the things, only two boxes with pink and green pills remained the same. They did not shrink because grandfather had the foresight to place them on the steps of the veranda.

Finally, grandfather and grandmother stopped shrinking: they became quite tiny, the size of Yurchik's palm. To talk to them, Yurchik had to squat down and even bow his head.

He exaggerated a little, that is, he underestimated, - said the grandfather. - It would be possible with two tablets

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Epilogue

All this happened on one beautiful summer day.
The boy Yurchik, together with his grandfather and grandmother, came from the city to the dacha to rest. Grandfather worked very hard all winter and spring, and grandmother helped him, and both of them needed a good rest for a long time. And although Yurchik didn’t work and didn’t even go to school, he nevertheless breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived here.
Why did he breathe a sigh of relief? - you ask.
And here's why: all winter he went to kindergarten, and there they always told him: "This is impossible" and "That is impossible" and "You are still small." And when he came home from kindergarten, dad and mom began to say the same thing.
The boy Yurchik was not some kind of mischievous. He never did what was said "no". But, you yourself understand, it’s not very pleasant to listen to such remarks all the time, and most importantly, reminders that you are still small ... It just so happened in the world: at first a person is small, and then grows up, and he himself is in this nothing to blame. So why remind about such unpleasant things: that you are still small and cannot be completely independent? It's very embarrassing.
The kindergarten teacher said so, mom and dad said so, but grandpa and grandma never said such things to Yurchik. They talked to Yurchik as an equal. And if sometimes it turned out that something could not be done, Yurchik himself guessed about it and, of course, did nothing of the kind. And he behaved even better than at home or in kindergarten.
It must be now clear to everyone that the boy Yurchik had something to get tired of during the winter, and he also did not interfere with resting here, at the dacha, together with his grandfather and grandmother.
So it was a beautiful summer day.
Grandfather and grandmother sat down in the garden near the veranda on folding chairs and began to rest. And the boy Yurchik found somewhere in the pantry his last year's truck with a crane, tied a rope to it and drove it around the house with a terrible roar. I ran around the house once, ran around the second time, ran around the third time ... A terrible roar filled the garden, it was a lot of fun! And no one thought to say: "This can not be done."
- Eh, eh, - suddenly said the grandfather. - Why are you, dear comrade, using technology irrationally? The machine wears out, but there is no benefit.
Yurchik stopped.
- And what use can it be? - he asked.
- How is it what? Here, you see, the day is hot, it would be nice to swim in the lake now. Yes, even though it’s not far to go there, but my grandmother and I are so tired that it’s hard for us. So you would take us to the lake in your car.
Yurchik smiled and looked incredulously at his grandfather: are they really joking with him, as with some kind of stupid kid? It can’t be, grandfather is not like that ...
- Why are you silent? Don't you agree? - asked the grandfather.
- Of course, I agree, - Yurchik said, - but my car ...
- Is it too small for us? - the grandfather quickly finished the thought of his grandson. “You don’t need to worry about this: now my grandmother and I will swallow diminutive pills and we will be quite suitable passengers for this car.
- BUT! - said the boy Yurchik. - Then it's all right.
He was not at all surprised.
And you, of course, were surprised? You must have never heard of any diminutive pills?
In order to make everything clear, we must tell you that Yurchik's grandfather was a very learned inventor. He was always inventing all sorts of amazing things, and things that no one had ever seen or heard of. Yurchik knew this and had long been accustomed to the fact that one could expect the most incredible things from his grandfather. That's why he wasn't surprised.
Did you get it or did you invent it yourself? - Yupqik asked his grandfather when he entered the room for a moment and took out two small boxes.
- Invented, of course - casually replied grandfather. - Here in this box - diminutive pills. Swallow one - and immediately decrease. To be the right passengers for your car, Grandma and I will swallow three.
And he opened one box: it contained several shiny pink pills that looked like dragee candies.
How do you get big again? - Yurchik asked.
“I like this question,” said the grandfather approvingly. - He says that you can think logically. What would my shrink pills be worth if I couldn't be the same again?
And he opened the second box.
“Look, this is the second part of my invention. magnifying pills. To become again the same as before, you need to swallow as many pills as you swallowed diminutives. That's all.
These pills were also shiny, like candy, only Green colour. Yurchik looked at them with great interest.
“And if you don’t swallow diminutives at all? he thought. - Just swallow magnifying - then you can immediately become big? That would be great."
As soon as he was about to ask his grandfather about this, his grandmother jumped up from her chair.
- If you go swimming, then you have to go! she said resolutely. “And then I won’t have time.” I need to cook dinner.
- That's right, let's not waste time! - supported the grandmother grandfather. He handed her three pink pills, took the same amount for himself, and they ate them right away. They didn't even drink water.
At the same moment, Yurchik saw that his grandfather - such a tall, broad-shouldered, yet not quite old man, wearing glasses, with a long, not quite gray beard - began to decrease rapidly, and his clothes and glasses also decreased with him. ,
and a long beard, and even an automatic pen sticking out of the breast pocket of his linen jacket...
And grandmother, also quite tall and thick, and not quite an old woman, began to decrease with the same speed as grandfather, along with everything that she was wearing. Of all the things, only two boxes with pink and green pills remained the same. They did not shrink because grandfather had the foresight to place them on the steps of the veranda.
Finally, grandfather and grandmother stopped shrinking: they became quite tiny, the size of Yurchik's palm. To talk to them, Yurchik had to squat down and even bow his head.
- A little exaggerated, that is, underestimated, - said the grandfather. - It would be possible to get by with two tablets. Well, nothing, it will be easier for you to carry us. Get us in the car. Don't forget to put both boxes in the same place, and let's go!
Yurchik carefully took first his grandmother, then his grandfather and put them in the car. The truck was too big for them - they could have put another fifty of these grandparents there.
- What to sit on? - asked the grandmother. - It will shake on hard.
- I'll put a handkerchief, - Yurchik said.
He ran into the room and brought his grandfather's handkerchief, spread it in the front of the body, put his grandfather and grandmother there, and put boxes of pills in the back of the body.
Go!

The lake was very close to their dacha, and Yurchik knew the way to it like the back of his hand.
First, he carefully drove the car down the hill, holding it so that it did not accelerate too much. Farther on the path wound through a flood-meadow covered with dense tall grass, green bushes, and trees scattered here and there—old branchy oaks and the same old sedge-trees.
The path was well trodden and smooth. The machine, though, rattled with all its loose tin parts.
but went smoothly, did not shake. And so Yurchik ran faster and faster and, finally, he ran skipping, looking around all the time: how are grandparents feeling there?
And they seemed to feel quite well: all the time they looked around, showed something to each other, laughed and talked - but what exactly, Yurchik did not hear, their voices were thin!
Yurchik rushed faster.
And suddenly some dry twig got under the wheel, and the car shook violently.
- Be careful, please! - the grandfather shouted at the top of his voice, so that Yurchik could hear him.
- Oh, grandfather, I'm sorry, I accidentally! - said Yurchik, and not at such a speed, but without stopping, he took his passengers to the lake.
Here he landed them both on soft white sand near the water's edge. Oh, how cool it will be now to swim!
- Well, let's quickly increase! Grandma exclaimed. - - We won’t climb into the water so tiny - after all, the fish will eat us.
“Don’t worry, we’ll increase now,” said grandfather. - Yurchik, give me a box of green pills!
Yurchik leaned towards the car. He looked into the back of the body and froze - there was only one box in the car! ..
Where is the second?!
Maybe rolled into another corner of the body? No, and it's not there.
Maybe, when disembarking passengers, he accidentally took out the box? No, it's nowhere to be seen.
- What are you? shouted the grandfather. - What are you digging for?
Yurchik wrinkled his nose.
One box is missing! he said embarrassed.
- Lacks? Which? Grandpa got scared.
- I do not know.
- So open the box as soon as possible and look - what kind of pills are there?
Yurchik grabbed the box, opened it, looked...
- Pink ... - he said frightened.
Grandma threw up her hands. Grandfather looked at her reproachfully and cheerfully said:
- Nothing to despair. It is clear that the box fell out of the car when, due to the negligence of the driver, we ran into some kind of obstacle.
Yurchik sniffed his nose again in embarrassment.
- But, fortunately, - continued the grandfather, - it happened not far from here. Therefore, without wasting time, run, Yurchik, along the path to that place. I'm sure you'll find it quickly.
- And we? Grandmother asked fearfully.
- And for the time being we will sit here, sunbathe, - the grandfather grinned.
Yurchik did not force himself to beg for a long time - he was already running headlong along the path in the direction they had come from.
Here is a viburnum bush covered with green berries. Here on the right is a branched oak, on the left is an old speck. A few more steps - and he will run to the place where the car ran into a dry branch. And in fact, over there, in front, something is turning white ... Yes, this, of course, is a lost box!
And suddenly Yurchik saw from a distance how something jumped out of the thick grass onto the path.
Jump-jump - straight to the box ...
Yurchik stopped. He guessed right away: it was a frog, a medium-sized common frog. But - although it is not very pleasant to admit it - Yurchik was not only afraid, but simply did not like frogs very much. They are somehow slippery, they jump... And it is still unknown where she wants to jump!.. It is better not to deal with them. And that's why Yurchik stopped before reaching the box, and decided to wait until the frog got away...
But it was a terrible mistake!
The frog had no intention of going away at all. She was heading exactly to the box, which she probably noticed from afar. Now she has already jumped up to her, opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue ... One, one, one! - and in an instant, all the green pills disappeared one by one in her mouth. Yurchik rushed to her with a desperate cry.
But it was already too late.
With lightning speed, the frog began to grow. She became like a big apple, then - like a soccer ball, then - like a piglet, a calf ... and yes, she grew and grew! ..
What she eventually became, Yurchik no longer saw, as he rushed to run, seized with horror. And only after running away at a decent distance, he decided to look around and saw that a giant monster clumsily jumped towards him. Then Yurchik no longer looked back, but rushed forward at the speed of sound, and this is such a speed that only jet planes and space rockets can exceed. Somewhere far behind him, he heard rare heavy blows on the ground - it was a monster jumping.
"We need to climb a tree!" Yurchik thought. Not far off he spotted a tall, very tall blackgrass and was about to rush towards it, when suddenly a new thought struck him:
“And grandpa and grandma? After all, the monster will instantly get to them and swallow them like miserable insects! We must run to them, save them!”
And, straining his last strength, Yurchik rushed on.
Here it is, right next to the lake.
- Grandfather! Grandmother! Save yourself! The frog swallowed magnifying pills and jumps here... This is no longer a frog, this monster is huge! There, there, look, it has already seen you. What to do?!
Grandfather and grandmother looked where Yurchik was pointing and saw a monster. Grandmother gasped and fainted. But grandfather - not in vain he was a very learned inventor!
He immediately slapped his forehead with his hand and exclaimed:
“Hurry, take the box of diminutive pills and throw it at the monster!”
Without hesitation, Yurchik grabbed the box, rushed forward and, swinging with all his might, threw it right under the feet of the giant frog.
The monster didn’t think long either: with one wave of its long tongue, it picked up the box with all the pills and swallowed it.
And Yurchik and his grandfather saw how the monster immediately began to decrease and decrease, and in a few seconds in front of them was already the most ordinary frog, of medium size, and not at all scary.
Yurchik grabbed a twig and was about to drive her away, when suddenly a large shadow flashed in the sky - it was a stork. With a sharp beak, he deftly caught the frog and swallowed it.
Suddenly ... the grandfather and grandson even froze in surprise: the diminutive pills must have had such powerful power that they also had an effect on the stork, who swallowed the frog with these pills in the stomach. The stork suddenly began to shrink, only not as much as the frog. He turned into a small bird and flew away, apparently very surprised by this transformation.
- We got rid of this danger, - said the grandfather, - now you, Yurchik, will have to take us home as soon as possible. We are not immune from new unpleasant encounters and dangers.
Grandmother, who had already come to her senses, asked anxiously:
- Do we still have magnifying pills at home?
- Not! - answered the grandfather.
Grandmother gasped again and fainted again.
Yurchik and his grandfather sprinkled water from the lake on her, brought her back to consciousness, put her in a car, and Yurchik, this time without any incident, drove her home with her grandfather.

When they finally found themselves on their veranda, the grandfather said:
- Don't despair. Our situation is difficult, but not hopeless. Fortunately for us, in the city, in my laboratory, there is still a small supply of the pills we need, so we need to think about only one thing: how to reach them?
- I'll go and bring it! Yurchik said decisively.
Grandpa nodded his head.
- I think so too. You will take the key to the laboratory in the pocket of my summer coat, and where exactly to find the pills, I will explain to you. True, without my note you may not be allowed to enter the territory of our institute. So you need to write a note. Let's try!
Yurchik brought a piece of paper, grandfather pulled out his automatic pen from his breast pocket - as you remember, it decreased with grandfather - and began to write.
But... nothing came of it. If grandfather wrote in his usual handwriting, then the letters turned out to be so tiny that no one would have made out what was written, even with a magnifying glass. When grandfather tried to draw huge (for him!) letters, so that a normal person could freely read them, they came out incredibly clumsy and had nothing to do with grandfather's handwriting.
- No one will recognize such a note, they will say that it is a fake! grandfather sighed. - I'll have to write a note on a typewriter, and I'll be able to sign it somehow ... Bring my typewriter here.
Yurchik quickly brought grandfather's typewriter from the room: it was small and light. Grandfather always wrote all sorts of letters and scientific papers on it.
But who will write? After all, compared to his grandfather, the typewriter was now so huge that he simply could not reach the right letters.
- You will write! - said grandfather to Yurchik.
Yurchik blushed like a boiled crayfish.
- I... I still can't write! he murmured.
But do you know the letters?
- I know...
- In this case, this is enough, - said the grandfather. - Sit down at the typewriter, put paper in it... You can do it, I know.
Yurchik blushed again and looked at his grandfather in surprise: does grandfather really know that Yurchik has tried to write on his mother more than once?
tavern? When no one was in the room, he secretly put paper into the typewriter and hit the black circles with white letters. And these letters were clearly imprinted on paper, quite real, to him! But Yurchik thought that no one knew about it.
- Invest, invest! repeated the grandfather, winking. - It's good that you have experience in this matter.
Yurchik stopped being embarrassed, sat down at the typewriter, put in a piece of paper and began to write. Grandfather stood next to the typewriter and told him which letters to hit to get the right word. And what do you think - everything turned out very well - It was written on the note - grandfather read aloud:
“I ask you to let my grandson into my laboratory,” and the grandfather's signature. He managed to make it with his tiny fountain pen.
- Take the money for the trip in my coat pocket, in the same place as the key to the laboratory. You take the bus, you get to Nauchnaya Street...
Suddenly, grandmother intervened in the conversation!
- Smart people, but they came up with something! she protested. - Don't you understand, grandfather, that Yurchik can get on the wrong bus? And not where you need to go out? And what will he say if people on the bus start to be surprised and ask where this one is going ... - the grandmother remembered herself, - not quite an adult boy?
Grandfather shook his head - yes, she was right ... But, as always. he quickly figured out what to do.
- - I'll go with you together! You will put me in your pocket, only so that no one will see ... because, you know, it’s somehow embarrassing: they know me in the city, there are many of my students, students there. I wouldn't want any of them to see me like this. But I will hide in your pocket and tell you what to do and what to say.
“It will be better this way,” Grandma agreed.
Yurchik suggested that grandmother go with them to the city.
kind, he has enough room in his pocket. But the grandmother refused - she was so tired that it would be better to stay at the dacha and rest.
“Just don’t linger,” she said, “because I will be very worried.
Grandfather and Yurchik knew that she was always worried about anything, and tried not to give her unnecessary worries. They promised not to delay. Then she made them eat before the road, you can’t go on an empty stomach! Of course, there was no dinner, because there was no one to cook, but all three were well satisfied with bread with sausage and milk.
For grandparents, Yurchik finely crumbled bread and sausage, and poured milk into small saucers for jam.
Then Yurchik changed his clothes, put his grandfather in his pocket, covered him with a handkerchief, said goodbye to his grandmother and headed for the bus stop.
Fortunately, there was no one at the bus stop. Yurchik was very afraid that he would meet one of the country neighbors here and that questions would begin ... It's good that this did not happen.
Soon a bus appeared in the distance.
- Grandpa, he's coming! Yurchik spoke softly. - Ours or not ours?
- What do you see on it? - asked the grandfather.
- Something is written: one word begins with "O", and the other with "K".
- So it's ours!
The bus pulled up and stopped. Yurchik deftly jumped up the step, from the step into the car and handed the conductor the money. He kept them ready in his hand all the time.
- Where are you going? asked the conductor.
Yurchik was a little confused, but the grandfather whispered from his pocket: "Tell me - to Nauchnaya."
So he said.
- Correctly! - said the conductor, looking at the coins that Yurchik gave her, and tore off his ticket.

Look, he’s so small, but he’s riding alone, and he’s behaving so bestially, - some fat woman. - And let the same parents!
- Now they do not obey their parents from the cradle! - muttered some gloomy uncle with a newspaper.
- No, something is wrong here ... Did you see how he took a ticket, said where he was going? Maybe this is not a child at all, but an adult, a midget? - another woman, thin, made a guess.
- What nonsense! - the fat woman was indignant. "Isn't it clear it's a child?" Now I'll ask him... Boy, where are you going and where are your parents?
“Repeat after me, only politely!” - whispered the grandfather.
And Yurchik very politely said what he was prompted:
- - If you are so interested, citizen, I can tell you that I am going on my own business, and my parents are now on a business trip. And where are you going, if it's not a secret?
The fat woman recoiled, she was shocked. The gloomy uncle looked up from his newspaper and looked with interest at Yurchik over his glasses. And the thin woman whispered loudly:
- You see, you see! I told you it was a midget. Adult!
- And why is he dressed like a little boy: short pants, socks ... Lilliputians dress like adults! - the fat woman did not give up.
- Now adults also wear short pants - shorts. It's fashionable!
- Well, so the stylists!
- Or maybe there are dudes among the Lilliputians? Here they go in fashion!
Yurchik did not listen to this conversation, let alone take part in it. He walked forward and sat down in an empty seat by the window. His heart was beating excitedly, but his grandfather, who was sitting in his pocket near his heart and distinctly heard this knock, whispered soothingly:
- Nothing, nothing, Yurchik! Cause I'm with you...
After that, everything really went well. Fat and thin women, followed by a gloomy uncle, soon left the bus, and the new passengers did not care about the boy, who sits quietly to himself and does not interfere with anyone. They probably thought that his mother was also riding in this bus, only sitting somewhere behind, or maybe they didn’t think anything about it at all ... In addition, the attention of all the passengers on the bus was riveted to what was happening behind the windows. The bus was crossing a bridge across a small stream, which only during the spring flood became large and full-flowing. But now it was no longer spring, but summer. The spill has long ended, and the river has entered its banks. However, today the passengers were surprised to notice that this river again, as in spring, became wide, swollen, and gurgled...
Everyone clung to the windows, there were exclamations of surprise, puzzled questions: “What happened to the river?” The bridge had long been left behind, and on the bus they talked about it for a long time.
Thus, no one paid any attention to Yurchik, and he calmly drove to the city with his grandfather in his pocket, and then to Nauchnaya Street.
The conductor loudly announced the name of the stop, so Yurchik guessed without grandfather's hint that he had to get off. And he went out and went to the institute - here he had to visit his grandfather more than once, and he knew the way. Only one thing was terrible: how he would explain himself to the watchman at the gate.
The watchman at the gate looked sternly at Yurchik and asked:
- What do you want, baby?
Yurchik was unpleasantly struck by such treatment. But he didn't show that it bothered him. He greeted him politely and handed his grandfather's note to the watchman.
- "Skip into the laboratory," the watchman read aloud. - But the professor is not there, he is on vacation. What are you going to do in the lab?
Yurchik - poke, myk, does not know what to answer. But grandfather did not sleep.
"Repeat after me," he whispered from his pocket. And Yurchik confidently repeated what his grandfather had suggested to him:
- Yes, grandfather is on vacation, but today he came here, and we will go to the dacha together ...
All this was, as you can see, the purest truth: after all, grandfather really came here and got together with Yurchik - and with pills! - go to the cottage. But the watchman understood this in a completely different way: he thought that the professor, that is, Yurchik's grandfather, had arrived in the morning and was waiting for his grandson in his laboratory.
And he let Yurchik through the gate.
It’s good that grandfather’s laboratory was in a separate house, in the middle of a dense garden, where now, in working time, There was no one. And that's why no one saw Yurchik puffing and sniffing, trying to open the lab's big lock with the key; how his grandfather, leaning out of his pocket, did his best to help him with advice; and how at last, by sticking a wand in the eye of the key, he succeeded in unlocking the door.

Phew, finally! - said the grandfather, as soon as Yurchik crossed the threshold of the laboratory. - First of all, get me out of your pocket as soon as possible, because I'm tired of sitting on something sticky ...
Yurchik pulled his grandfather out and saw that there really was something sticky in his pocket: it was a candy that Yurchik had left in his jacket pocket the day before. It melted from the heat, or maybe because grandfather was sitting on it ... And now grandfather's linen trousers were all covered in sticky candy filling.
- It does not matter, - said the grandfather, - I have my work pants here, I can change clothes. Get your pills now. You can't imagine how I can't wait to be again a normal person!
And he showed Yurchik to the shelf, where in glass cones, bottles and cardboard boxes stood various mysterious substances invented by his grandfather.
The shelf was high. With great difficulty, Yurchik moved a table towards her, placed a chair on the table, and climbed upstairs.
- So! Good! - encouraged his grandfather. - Don't be afraid! Stretch your hand to the right! Over there, near a large yellow glass jar, there are two round boxes. Like with toothpaste. Found? Wonderful. Take them and get off. Carefully!!!
But it was too late to say "carefully"! Yurchik staggered, grabbed the shelf with both hands, but did not fall. However, both round boxes flew down, opened, and all the pills rolled across the floor.

When the boy Yurchik started going to school, he became an excellent student from the very first day. There was no way he could study poorly: firstly, because he liked everything at school and was interesting, and secondly, he would be ashamed to study poorly. I'm ashamed mainly in front of my grandfather. Judge for yourself what it would be and how it would look like: a grandfather is a famous scientist and inventor, and a grandson is a lazy and ignoramus? Very beautiful, nothing more to say!
And then one day Yurchik unexpectedly "grabbed" the four. It was necessary to copy from the book: "The cat caught the mouse." Yurchik is correct and even rewrote it very beautifully. Only in one place did he write “and” instead of “o”, and it came out: “The whale caught a mouse.” Well, then everyone started laughing and asking Yurchik, where did he see such whales? And was this mouse in the sea, or was the whale lying in wait for it near the hole in the pantry? And Yurchik was also funny, and he laughed along with everyone.
But then the teacher shook her head and said:
- Well, Yurchik, even though you made us all laugh, I can't give you five. Well written, but wrong. Be more careful in the future.
And gave him a four!
Then Yurchik immediately stopped laughing and became sad. Someone else, perhaps, would not be so upset because of the fourth
ki, because it's still not three or two, but a good mark! But, as you already know, Yurchik was an excellent student from the very first day, and this was the first four in his life...
So, sad, Yurchik left the school after classes and went home. His mother was on a business trip at that time, so Yurchik temporarily lived with his grandparents. So, now he will have to meet with his grandfather, with the very grandfather who is most ashamed of all to admit that he received a four, and not a five, as always.
- Don't talk! - advised Yurchik his friend and neighbor Sergey. - Is it necessary to tell everything? Yes, and not such a grief - four!
For Sergei, the four would really not be grief, but quite the opposite. He would even be very happy to receive such a mark. The fact is that although he was a resourceful and capable boy, and he was not very lazy, all sorts of unexpected things always happened to him. For example, once on the way to school, for some reason he decided to shorten the path and climbed over the fence. He climbed over and shortened the path, but on the fence he caught on some kind of nail and tore his pants in the most visible place, if you look from behind. What was he to do? Sergey ran into the class the very first, sat down at his desk, and never got up, so that no one would see the hole. And everything would be all right if Sergey had not been called to the board to solve examples in arithmetic. Sergei refused - he couldn't get up! But the teacher got angry, thinking that he was just stubborn, and gave him a deuce.
And another time the teacher asked him the multiplication table, and he knew everything perfectly. Here she asks:
- What is two times three?
He says:
- Six!
- A three times
two - how much?
asks the teacher. And this is one hell! -
Without hesitation, Sergey answered.
And although, in fact, he was not mistaken - because twice three, and three times two - it would still be six - but the teacher was again angry with him because he expressed himself in such an unscientific way, and again slapped a deuce! .. You see what adventures happened with Yurchik's best friend!
- Don't say anything to your grandfather and that's it! Sergei advised.
Yurchik shook his head. How not to say when grandfather is always interested in everything that was at school and asks. So how do you tell a lie? No, Yurchik does not agree to this. Telling a lie is even more embarrassing than getting B's...
With such thoughts, Yurchik went up to the house where his grandfather lived, asked Sergei, went up the stairs, rang the bell and entered the room where the grandfather was sitting at his desk, propping his head on his hand. He sat like this and carefully looked at Yurchik. And Yurchik stopped at the threshold and began to think quickly, quickly - what should he do?
To talk about the four right away or not to talk? Maybe not speak at all? Or maybe say, just not now, but a little later? No, it doesn't matter. You can't speak at all. And if so, then it’s better right away! Yurchik had already opened his mouth to tell everything, when suddenly the grandfather smiled, nodded his head approvingly and said with a satisfied look:
- Well done, Yurchik! Correctly decided: of course, you need to tell everything at once. You can't speak at all. Why do you have four?
Yurchik goggled his eyes, - how does grandfather know? Had someone already told him about the four? Maybe the teacher on the phone said? No, do they talk about the four to their parents? It's not a double! And then - how did grandfather know that Yurchik had doubts: to say or not to say?
- No one told me anything, neither on the phone, nor on the radio! - said the grandfather. - It's just that you're thinking about it now, and I'm reading your thoughts.
“You can’t read thoughts, it’s not a book!” Yurchik thought.
“No, you can,” said the grandfather. - Well, if you don't read, then you can listen, but it's the same thing.
Yurchik smiled. What are miracles? “Now I’ll think about something incredible,” he decided, “I’ll think that it’s not winter, but summer, and we are not in the city, but in the country.”
“Unfortunately, it’s still winter,” grandfather said without hesitation, “and we’re not in the country, but in the city ... Maybe you’ll think about something impossible, or have you already convinced yourself that I read, that is, I hear your thoughts?
- This is really so, - Yurchik said in confusion. - How do you do it?
Grandfather laughed and removed the hand he was leaning on from his ear. In the palm of his hand lay a small, black, round device, similar to the earpiece of a radio receiver, or the part of a telephone receiver that is applied to the ear to listen.
- This is my new invention, - said the grandfather. - Pocket mind receiver. If you put it to your ear and look at a person, you will hear the thoughts of this person as if he were speaking them aloud.
- And if you look at an animal, well, for example, a cat? - Yurchik asked. - Or a whale? he added, remembering his mistake.
- Nothing will come of it. We express our thoughts in words that are understandable to anyone who knows the language. And animals, for example, cats or, say, whales, cannot speak. Consequently, they cannot think, and with the help of my invention it is impossible to know what they feel there.
Yurchik thought a little and in general terms understood his grandfather's explanation.
- Can I hear your thoughts? - he asked.
Grandpa smiled.
- Try!
Yurchik carefully picked up an amazing device and put it to his ear. Looking into his grandfather's eyes with concentration, he listened attentively for several minutes, then shrugged his shoulders in bewilderment and took his hand away from his ear.
“I don’t understand anything… Some kind of biocurrents… traction-bractions,” he said offendedly.
- Not traction-bractions, but abstractions! - corrected his grandfather. - It's such a scientific word. No wonder you don't understand it. After all, you only go to school for the first year, and such words are studied only in the tenth grade. And I always think in such scientific terms, that's why you can't understand my thoughts... Well, enough already! Give me the device here, I'll hide it, because long-term use will drain the batteries.
Grandfather hid his thought receiver in a desk drawer, then sat down on the sofa and put Yurchik next to him.
- Now tell me what happened to your four! - he said.
And Yurchik, of course, told everything in detail.
for two weeks in Yurchik's class, as well as in the whole school, everyone was just talking about the fact that soon there would be an exhibition of children's works in the Palace of Pioneers and that it was imperative to present something interesting to this exhibition. Everyone not only talked about it, but worked energetically. The girls made some unusual embroidery, young artists created entire art galleries. But most of the boys, including Yurchik, of course, built a wonderful, beautiful, brilliant model. space rocket. They sawed, planed, glued, painted, sparing no effort and time. And some of them were so passionate about this work that they even forgot about the assigned lessons. Not "some", but one, and that was Sergei, Yurchik's friend.
- I need these lessons! he said. - Well, let there be bad marks - three, two, three - standing ... Then I will correct it, but now - the rocket is more important !!!
He spoke so, of course, to Yurchik, and not to the teacher. And although Yurchik did not agree with him and argued that both were important, Sergei only casually waved his hand and again began to spin near the rocket.
Why spin? But because the real benefit from it is in teamwork did not have. He was so fast, impulsive and not very careful: he would grab onto some small detail - he might break it. Yes, and a fidget - will start to do something and quit! What is the use of such an employee? But the boys didn't chase him when he hovered around them, because Sergei was very cheerful, witty and entertained everyone with his jokes and funny jokes.
And now the deadline was approaching when it was necessary to present all the works for the exhibition. Three days before this date, a completely finished wonderful, beautiful, shiny model of a space rocket stood in Yurchik's class on a separate table, causing the envy of all students, even fourth-graders who came to look at it.

On the day when the event, which you will now learn about, took place, there was a pleasant winter weather. Snow fell, but there was no frost, and therefore the snow was soft, fluffy - it is good to make snowballs out of such snow. From such snow, you can quickly roll up large balls, and make a snowman out of them!
Therefore, it is not surprising that during the big break, all the schoolchildren poured out into the garden, and then a fun fuss began: snowmen grew up in all corners of the garden, and a fortress in the middle. And over all this, snowballs were constantly flying in different directions.
Yurchik and Sergei, of course, were also here. They bravely defended their first-class fortress against the attack of second-graders shoulder to shoulder, and only then took a breath when
the opponents retreated and began to build a fortress themselves in the opposite corner of the garden.
- Get ready, friends! - Olezhka, the recognized commander of the first graders, shouted. "Now we'll go on the offensive!"
- Oh, wait! - said Sergei. Don't attack without me. I just run to class and take my mittens, I forgot them in my briefcase.
A few minutes later he was here again, and the desperate snow fight resumed with varying success for both sides.
But then the bell rang. The students returned to class. And suddenly they were shocked by a terrible sight: a wonderful, wonderful, brilliant model of a space rocket lay broken, broken, destroyed on the table! .. For a moment everyone stood in silence.
as if struck by thunder. Then, with indignant cries, they rushed to their mutilated creation.
What rascal did this?
- How did it happen?
- This is someone on purpose, out of envy!
- To beat the dirty trick, so that he knows!
A teacher ran up to the noise, and not only her own, Vassa Pavlovna, from other, neighboring, classes - too, it was still impossible to start the lesson there because of the terrible noise.
“There is no need to bludgeon anyone,” said Vassa Pavlovna, examining the damage. - We need to find out who did it and get him to fix the model. It's not easy, but it's quite possible. But who did it?
Nobody confessed!
Soon it became known that all the students of the first shift were in the yard during the big break. And no stranger entered the school. And the windows in the classroom were closed, so that the wind could not overturn the model and cause trouble.
“Ours were all in the yard, too,” said Olezhka.
And then suddenly it's like something
remembered and looked at Sergei. And Yurchik also remembered... No, not all the students of their class were all the time in the yard!
- Sergey ran to the class for mittens! - said Olezhka. - Was the model intact then, Seryozha?
- Yes, I, to be honest, did not even look in that direction! Sergei waved it off.
- Listen, maybe you hit her... somehow by accident?
Sergei blushed to his ears.
- What are you... thinking of me?
The students surrounded Sergei. He stood among them confused and frightened. “Of course, it’s him… probably he… He also refuses, he’s afraid to confess,” was written on the faces of his comrades.
“If you did it, tell the truth,” said Vassa Pavlovna. - You never know what can happen! We'll all help you fix the rocket.
- I didn't break... I didn't even look at her! Sergei exclaimed in despair.
- And who else besides you?
- After all, everyone was in the yard!
Sergei did not answer. He looked around the class with a surprised look, then frowned, compressed his lips and, without saying anything, turned away from his comrades.
Vassa Pavlovna looked reproachfully at him and ordered everyone to sit down at their desks and take up their books. Everyone dispersed and sat down in their seats, quietly indignant. Nobody, of course, believed Sergei. No wonder he was the first in the class naughty and daredevil. But until now, no one thought that he was a liar and a coward! ..
Yurchik sat down in his place next to Sergei, terribly upset. And he, like everyone else, thought that it was Sergey who broke the model. But at the same time, he felt sorry for his friend and simply could not believe that he could lie so stubbornly and be afraid to admit his guilt ... He was ashamed of Sergei.
Somehow the lessons ended, and everyone went home. And Kchik and Sergey, as always, went together. They walked and were silent. Finally Sergei said:
- You do not trust me? I see that you don't believe me!
Yurchik muttered something unintelligible. Then Sergey suddenly stopped and exclaimed:
- Do not trust?! Then you are no longer my friend! - and with these words he ran away from Yurchik, although he had to go in the same direction.
This greatly excited Yurchik. What to do? Trust a friend? Yes, of course, believe! But this is not enough: it is necessary,
so that everyone believes him ... How to do it? If only everyone could know his thoughts...
And suddenly Yurchik stopped. Yes, learn thoughts! It's very easy to do. After all, grandfather has a wonderful, amazing invention just for this.
More to the grandfather!
And Yurchik rushed home with all his might.

Fortunately, grandfather had already come home from his institute. Yurchik flew into his room like a madman.
- Grandpa! he shouted excitedly. - - Give me your pocket mind-receiver as soon as possible. We need to save Sergei!
- What? - the grandfather was surprised. - What happened and from what it needs to be saved?
Yurchik told everything. "Grandfather listened attentively and shook his head.
“Unfortunately, I cannot give the device for general use,” he said. - My invention has not yet been tested and approved. Yes, I don't think it's necessary in this case. If Sergei is not to blame for anything, this will definitely be found out.
- Yes, but until it turns out, he will suffer! Yurchik retorted hotly. - This can not be tolerated!
- Well, if so... All right. I'll give you the device! Just give me your word that you won't show it to anyone or tell anyone about it.
Yurchik thought. This, of course, is not what he wanted. But it was good anyway. Firstly, Yurchik will be able to fully make sure that Sergei is not to blame. And secondly, with the help of this thought receiver, it will be possible to find the real culprit... Although it is not an easy task to look for it in the entire first shift, you can try...
- Okay! Yurchik said. - Here's my honest
October word that I will not show or tell anyone.
Then the grandfather took out a device already familiar to us from the desk drawer and gave it to his grandson. Yurchik put the device in his pocket and quickly ran out of the room.
“First of all, you need to run to Sergei,” Yurchik decided, “you need to tell him that I will find the culprit, let him not suffer in vain.”
Sergei really suffered. He sat alone in the room, holding an open book about Pinocchio on his knees, and did not even notice that the book was upside down. Seeing Yurchik out of breath, he shuddered and looked at him in fright.
And Yurchik stopped at the threshold, put his hand to his ear and looked at his friend attentively.
“Why did he come? Maybe in order to say that he does not believe me? And I'm telling the truth - I did not break the model. And about Grisha - to speak or not to speak? - So Sergey thought, and Yurchik clearly heard all his thoughts.
- Listen, Sergey, - said Yurchik, putting his hand into his pocket again, - I used to believe that it wasn't you who did it, but now I know for sure. Rest assured.
- You are a real friend, Yurchik! - said Sergei delighted-but. - Why do you know for sure now? Found the culprit?
No, but we'll find him. And why I know - I can’t tell you, so don’t ask. I just know that's all. And I also know that you wanted to tell me something about Grisha... What exactly?
Sergei widened his eyes in surprise.
- Yeah. About Grisha... I didn't want to tell anyone, but... If you know something yourself, I'll tell you. Just don't tell anyone.
- Yes, what exactly? I do not know anything!
And then Sergei excitedly told Yurchik that he was not the only one in their class during the big recess. When Sergey came running for his mittens, he really did not even look at the model. But he saw that in the corner at his desk sat one student, Grisha, whom everyone
chicks and girls nicknamed "bookworm". They called him that because he read a lot. And he read so fast, as if he was swallowing books! Grisha learned to read terribly early, probably when he was four, or maybe even three years old ... And some said that he always knew how to read, and was born literate. And from then on, he read all the time and read everything that came to hand, and this was his only favorite pastime.
So, when Sergei ran to the classroom for mittens, Grisha, as usual, sat with his head propped up with both hands and delved into a book.
“You understand,” Sergey said, “for some reason he was silent and didn’t even say anything when everyone thought of me ... But he knows that I didn’t even approach the rocket. Why was he silent?
"Why didn't you say you saw him there?" Yurchik was surprised. Maybe he broke the model?
- I... I didn't mean to. Let him say it himself! Well, I'll be a scammer, or what? Yes, and they wouldn’t believe it - they still know that Grisha only thinks about books. Why would he touch the rocket! He had absolutely no interest in her!
Yurchik shook his head decisively and said:
- I think he did it, that's why he was silent!
Sergei shrugged.
I think so too, but I don't know for sure. So why am I going to talk about it? To start thinking about him the way they think about me? Or maybe it's not his fault at all...
- Now I will find out, - Yurchik said, squeezing the device in his pocket with his hand. - Rest assured, everything will be cleared up. Bye! I'm going to him!
And without wasting time, Yurchik ran to Grisha.
His room was littered with books. The books stood in the cupboard and on the shelves, lay on the table, and on the windowsill, and even on the chairs. But Grisha, contrary to his usual habit, did not sit with his nose buried in a book, but stood at the window and thought about something... Hearing that someone had come in, he turned to the door and looked at Yurchik somehow alarmed.
“And why did he come? thought Grisha. “Did you really know that I broke that damned model?” Did Sergey really say that he saw me in class?
- Sergei is not like you! - Yurchik replied indignantly to his thoughts. He didn't want to tell anyone about you! And you are a coward! If you broke the model, you should have said, and not let everyone think of Sergey.
"No one has seen... How does he know?" Grisha thought in surprise and fear.
- It's my business - how do I know! Yurchik answered. - I know and I can tell everyone!
"They won't believe him... He has no evidence... And everyone knows that he is friends with Sergey," Grisha quickly flashed through his head.
- Yes, I'm friends with Sergei, - said Yurchik, - and although I have no evidence, they would still believe me, but I won't tell anyone - - you yourself must confess everything.
"Confess everything? I will never make up my mind, thought Grisha. “It’s just impossible, unthinkable!”
- Nothing is impossible, - Yurchik answered. - And you will, if you want.
"I'll burn with shame..."
- You won't burn!
Grisha looked at Yurchik with horror.
- How do you know what I'm thinking? he asked with a tremor in his voice.
Yurchik smiled and hid his hand with the device in his pocket.
“You see,” he said, “you can’t hide anything from me. Let's talk honestly. It will be better for you.
- Let's talk... but about what? - Grisha asked uncertainly.
- About the fact that tomorrow you need to tell everything to the truth! .. In front of the whole class.
- I'm afraid! - said Grisha frightened.
- You should not be scared. There is nothing terrible. You didn't break our model on purpose, did you?
- Nah... I just wanted to see... But it fell to the floor and broke... And I don't know how to fix it.
Oh you! Yurchik said. - Yes, I have read so many books. Would Pinocchio, or Chipollino, or the brave Bibigon be afraid of anything? Haven't you read about the brave Periwinkle with his horse Bell? None of them would be afraid to confess their guilt, so that they would not think of anyone else. And don't be afraid! And Sergey and I will help you fix it, be sure!
Grisha sniffled and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank you, Yurchik,” he said. - You are real, comrade! I felt so bad myself, I couldn't even read... Tomorrow everyone will know the truth! I'll tell you everything. And now - let's go to Sergei, I want to ask his forgiveness.
The next day, Grisha boldly confessed his guilt in front of the whole class. And although the boys said a lot of unpleasant words to him, they all together undertook to help him repair the model.
And when the exhibition opened at the Palace of Pioneers, this
wonderful, beautiful, brilliant model of a space rocket received the first prize. And all the guys from their class were terribly proud and happy.
And the pocket thought-receiver returned to the drawer of grandfather's desk that evening, when Grisha asked for forgiveness from Sergei.
Yurchik, of course, told his grandfather everything. And grandfather was also very pleased that his amazing invention helped Yurchik to discover the truth, and Grishche to overcome his cowardice and act as a real October child should.
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- Who is going on a trip around the world? - the grandfather asked in surprise, having come one evening to visit his grandson Yurchik. Yurchik and his mother stood in the middle of the room, looking at the dining table in confusion. There were a whole bunch of different things on the table. There were: a towel, soap and Toothbrush, shorts, swimming trunks, a bathing cap, a bowl, a spoon and a knife, and even an aluminum mug, two loaves of bread, a knitting of bagels, a large piece of lard, several tin boxes with canned meat and condensed milk ... On the edge of the table lay an empty backpack, and if he could think anything at all, he would probably tremble with fear: “Are they going to shove all this into me ?!”
Yurchik joyfully rushed to his grandfather, and his mother said anxiously:
- I can swear that two loaves of bread will not be enough for him for three days! On the fresh air, and even on the way, the boys always have a wolfish appetite! But more, probably, will not fit into a backpack!
And she began to cram everything that lay on the table into her backpack.
While she was doing this, Yurchik managed to explain to his grandfather what was the matter.
Now, during the holidays, a pioneer playground has been opened at the school. It's a lot of fun there, especially in their group, they have a wonderful, wonderful counselor Victor. He always comes up with something interesting! And so he decided to go camping with the guys for three whole days! They will go by train to some station where there is a forest, and then they will travel through the forest, and spend the night in the forest, and swim in the forest lake, and sit by the fire in the mysterious dusk of the forest ...
“Maybe there will be some other danger? Maybe you have to overcome terrible obstacles? the boys secretly hoped. Girls, of course, would prefer to do without fears and dangers ...
Everyone had to bring food for three days with them. What to take? And how much? - not for one day, but for three! ..
The joy is not great - to walk with such a load on the sleep, my mother said.
not!
The backpack was stuffed to the top. Yurchik put it on his shoulders and proudly walked around the room. Don't think it's hard for him!
- That's terrible! Mom said. - And who came up with it? You are too young to travel like this!
- I'm not going alone! - Yurchik was indignant. - All of us are like me. And I am no longer small. Really, grandfather?
- Truth! - said the grandfather.
Mom looked at him reproachfully and wanted to say something ...
“Wait,” said her grandfather. - Yurchik is really not small anymore. And he, of course, must go on a campaign with the same load as all his comrades! The only pity is that he won't be able to help me test my new invention. And that would be very helpful!
- What invention? - Yurchik became interested.
And what a grandfather Yurchik has! No one has such a grandfather! He is a scientist, an inventor, and he always comes up with something that would never occur to anyone ... And what did he invent now?
“You see,” said the grandfather, “sometimes a person finds himself in a position where it would be very convenient for him to do without food. Don't carry too much weight with you. For example, in distant travels, especially in space. But a person cannot live without water and food. He will quickly lose strength, weaken and in general will not be capable of anything. So I decided to invent such pills that would replace food and drink for a person. They contain all the nutrition that is necessary for life, and at the same time take up very little space. And their severity is not at all osh, utima.
Mom even threw up her hands.
- Ah! Really dry, there are such pills? It would be just happiness for our [Orchik! He wouldn't have to carry such a burden with him!
- Yeah, and for all our guys too! - Yurchik happily picked it up.
“Let me finish,” said the grandfather calmly. - Such pills already exist, I invented them! And I experienced it myself. But Yurchik would render me and science a great service if he undertook to test them on a campaign. I would not take any food with me at all, but only one pill.
And grandfather took out of his pocket and showed mother and Yurchik a tiny glass tube containing several tiny pills.
“Unfortunately, that’s all I have for now. It is still very difficult, complicated and expensive to make such pills. So there is nothing to think about their mass use. I can
give a few pills just to you. And exactly as much as you need for three days. Yes, even with the condition: to keep the scientific secret, not to disclose anything.
- In this, grandfather, you can rely on me! Yurchik assured him warmly. - I never esh, yo did not divulge what should not be. I just don't know if it will be good? Everyone will come loaded, and I without anything. They will laugh at me!
- Well, you have to suffer for the sake of science! - said the grandfather.
Such an argument would, of course, convince everyone.
So, Yurchik agreed to test his grandfather's invention on a hike. Mom happily took out almost everything from the backpack. There were only a towel and other washing and bathing accessories. But in Yurchik's pocket, prudently stabbed with a safety pin, was a small glass tube and eight tiny pills in it - so much was needed for three breakfasts, three lunches and two dinners. After all, on the third day they will already have dinner at home.
Early in the morning a group of young travelers gathered in the school yard. There were seven boys and five girls in total.
The boys' names were: Andryusha, Boris, Mitya, Olezhka, Sashka, Sergey and Yurchik. And of the girls, the oldest was called Natasha and the youngest was Natasha, and the middle ones were Galya, Valya and Lyalya. In order to somehow distinguish between the two Natashas, ​​the eldest was called Natasha Bolshaya, and the youngest was Talusya-Malyusya. Actually, it was the five most heroic girls in their class.
First came best friends Yurchika - Sergey and Olezhka. The others followed them. Everyone had heavy backpacks piled up behind them, stuffed to capacity with all sorts of things, mainly, of course, food. However, everyone was cheerful, cheerful and ready for any difficulties of the campaign.
- On the road! - Victor said, looking around his squad. - And where is Yurchik?
- I'm here! - Yurchik exclaimed, jumping out from around the corner and quickly getting into line as if he was almost late and had just rushed in. But he, of course, came a long time ago. He simply did not want his comrade, and they bombarded him with surprised questions, and decided not to show themselves to their eyes until the last minute.
Everyone was really surprised to look at his backpack, freely dangling behind his shoulders.
- What? Where is your food? - asked Olezhka.
- Maybe something happened to you? - asked Sergei.
“Maybe your parents didn’t let you in, and you ran away without anything?” - asked Natasha Bolshaya.
- Nothing happened, and my parents let me in! Yurchik answered. I just don't need any food. I'll do without her!
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The boys and girls laughed and made a noise:
- Look, what a lazy person! Afraid of the heavy load! Well, look, when you get hungry, don't ask us!
- What should I ask? No matter how! Yurchik chuckled.
For some reason, Victor alone was not at all surprised, for some reason
worries about Yurchik going camping without groceries. He simply did not pay any attention to it and ordered to act immediately. And everyone hurried to the metro station to go to the station.
Probably, it is not necessary to tell in detail how everything went on. All of you have read about such campaigns, and you yourself took part in them. And therefore, it is not difficult for each of you to imagine how the train took our travelers to one of the stations, around which there was a wonderful, dense forest; how they went deep into this forest along paths lost in lush grass and among bushes; how fun it was to look at everything around - there is a squirrel upstairs among the branches, here is some amazing-looking stump of an old willow, and there in the bushes, not far from the path - a nest of some kind of bird! ..
Everyone walked sedately, with a measured step, one after another, without leaving the path. And only Yurchik, as if crazed, rushed through the forest, now running far ahead, then stopping, crawling through dense thickets, jumping over stumps and ant heaps.
And it is not surprising that Yurchik felt so free: after all, he was walking light, and everyone else was dragging heavy backpacks!
Finally we made a halt in a beautiful forest clearing. Everyone untied their backpacks, took out their supplies and began to gobble up so much that it crackled behind their ears. And Yurchik stepped aside, hid behind a bush, took out his tube of pills and swallowed one. And what? - it seemed to him as if he had just eaten well and did not want anything else, even sweets. So, while everyone was eating, he snooped around the clearing, climbed trees, chased butterflies.
The boys looked at him with curiosity and chuckled.
- Come on, let's see what you'll sing without food!
Only Sergei did not laugh. He seized a moment when no one was looking, and quietly said to Yurchik:
- Take a piece of bread with bacon from me. I won't tell anyone...
Yurchik shook hands with him gratefully.
- You a true friend. Earring! But really, I don't need anything.
The next halt was made near a forest lake. It was amazingly beautiful here! And most importantly - transparent pure water and the sandy shore of the lake beckoned! .. But Victor said that first you need to collect brushwood, light a fire and cook dinner, and then swim.
The boys began to vigorously collect dry branches and put them in a pile, and the girls began to peel potatoes and heat water in a pot for kulesh. Yurchik, along with everyone else, dragged brushwood and fanned the fire. And even when all the boys ran to the lake, leaving the girls to finish cooking dinner, Yurchik still brought more and more armfuls of fuel from the forest so that the fire would not go out ahead of time.
Why don't you go swimming? Olezhka shouted to him. - The girls will manage without us!
- And I still have time, - answered Yurchik, - I still have a swim when you have dinner!
Indeed, when the kulesh was cooked and everyone began to eat it, Yurchik ran to the lake and began to swim, dive, somersault and do all sorts of tricks in the water - he was a great master of this!
A year or two ago I was with Yurchik, a very unpleasant random person, who almost burned out of shame because he could not swim! So I must tell you that Yurchik got rid of this shortcoming a long time ago. And now she swims like an otter! And otters are excellent swimmers - everyone knows that!
So, all the boys and girls sat around the pot and ate kulesh, but Yurchik did not get out of the water.
- Oh, it's not fair! - suddenly declared Natasha] Big. - Yurchik worked the most, helped us, and now everyone is eating, but he is not! .. And soon there will be nothing left!
- Truth! Truth! the other girls murmured. - Yurchik! Go eat quickly! And you, boys, have a conscience - leave Yurchik at least a little!
But Yurchik only laughed and refused. Of course, you yourself guessed that he had long ago quietly swallowed the second pill and now did not want to eat at all. And all the time while the guys were having dinner, he could swim and sunbathe as much as he wanted.

Let's move on. Victor said that in the evening we need to get to the base of the forestry, where the forester lives, and spend the night there. But there were still a few kilometers to the base! ..
No one, of course, gave any sign that it was getting harder and harder to walk! The boys are still okay, but some of the girls are completely sour.
- Talusya! Are you behind again? - Natasha Bolshaya called from time to time. - Hurry up, little one! You can't stop all the time because of you!
- I'm not far behind! .. I'm going fast! - Talusya answered frightened, trying to walk faster. But it was obviously not easy for her, and she was still very tired! And so in a few minutes she was again behind everyone.
Fortunately, Yurchik noticed this earlier than the strict Natasha. He approached Talusa, silently removed the backpack from her shoulders and put it on.
- What you? What for? I can do it myself! Talusya was confused. I'm not small...
- I'm not saying that you're small! - Yurchik said the way his grandfather always tells him. - But I'm going without anything at all, I can help you too!
- So let me at least carry yours! Talusya said.
But he didn't. He took Talusya by the hand and forced her to run after her comrades. She laughed merrily. How good it is to walk without a heavy burden! ..
Seeing them, the boys began to joke.
- What, brother, hungry? Are you hoping that Ta-Lyusya-Malyusya will share dinner with you as a reward for your help?!
- So what! - Talusya was indignant. - - And I will share! And there is nothing like that!
But Yurchik only smiled. Let them think what they want! All the same, everyone will see that he will not touch Talochka's supplies.
Soon Lyalya began to lag behind.
- Hard? Yurchik asked her. - Come here your ryuk-
Zach, I'll carry him too.
- Ah, Yurchik! Lyalya rejoiced. - And I'll share dinner with you too!
So Yurchik carried behind his shoulders two full backpacks, and even his empty one. The boys were surprised and laughed.
- Just look at him! they shouted. - He already wants to earn two dinners! Pli wants to prove that he is not lazy!
- Neither one nor the other! Yurchik answered. He wasn't at all angry with his comrades for teasing him. After all, they did not know his secrets!!!
And finally we got to the forester's hut. Everyone was very happy. Now you can have a good rest! They had a quick supper and went to bed in a hayloft full of fragrant hay.
Yurchik, who was really tired under the weight of two backpacks, quietly swallowed another pill, brushed aside Lyalya and Talyusi, who insistently invited him to have dinner, climbed into the hay and fell into a sweet dream.
The next morning he woke up and jumped up, fresh as a cucumber. Grandfather's pills, apparently, not only sated, but also perfectly restored strength! Therefore, again
having swallowed one, Yurchik again took the backpacks of Lyalya and Talusya without further ado.
This time, the boys no longer scoffed and walked around at his expense.
- Olezhka! Sergei shouted. - What are we, allowing Yurchik to build a knight, a gentleman and an ancient Russian hero?! Let him help one girl, and we can do the rest ourselves!
They took Lyalin's backpack from him and divided her things among themselves. The rest of the boys also began to help the girls. And only one Natasha Bolshaya proudly refused. She said that she herself was no weaker than the boys and, if necessary, she could help one of them. That's what she was like, this Natasha Bolshaya!
The second day was even better than the first. Victor said that there was nowhere to hurry, and therefore now they rested more on halts, told, different interesting stories sang, played funny Games. We spent the night by the fire in the forest. And then came the third day, the last day of the journey.
Yurchik already imagined how he would return home and report to his grandfather. Tell him how the pills made him feel great, even when he was carrying a heavy burden. And let mom not be upset because he still wore weights! ..
After breakfast, we decided to play a game of ratchet. Around the clearing where our travelers made a halt, wonderful bushes grew - one could hide in them. They left the backpacks in the clearing, found a good stick, counted who to drive, and the game began.
- I'm with you, Yurchik, can I? - Talya asked in a whisper, making her way behind him under the thickest bush at the end of the clearing.
Both hid behind this bush. Suddenly Talusya carefully pulled Yurchik by the sleeve.
- Look! she whispered. - Wow, what a butterfly!
And in fact: close by, on a thin blade of grass, sat
a wonderful, unusual, bright butterfly with a multi-colored pattern on large wings.
- Quiet! Yurchik whispered. - It's probably a machaon! But what a big and beautiful... We'll catch him now!
And he cautiously crawled towards the butterfly. I linger behind him, holding my handkerchief at the ready. But the butterfly either felt the approach of danger, or simply did not want to sit in one place for a long time. She slightly waved her wings and flew to another, then to a third grass, away from the guys.
Bending low and trying not to rustle, Yurchik and Talusya followed her. So she flew, flew, farther and farther, now she flew quite far from the place where she was first seen.
But was it possible to stop fishing?! The butterfly flew low all the time, landing first on one, then on the other flower, as if it were calling itself, was given into the hands. But at that moment, when the children were already hoping to catch her, she suddenly took off, rushed on and finally flew somewhere high up and disappeared among the trees ...
It was only then that Yurchik and Talusya noticed that they were somewhere very far away, in a completely unfamiliar place, where the voices of their comrades were no longer heard.
- Ay! Ay! they both screamed with all their might.
But only the forest echo answered them:
"Uuuu!.."
- We're lost? Talusya asked in fright. - What do we do now?
- Trivia! Yurchik answered. -Let's go back and that's it!
- Where to go? In which direction?
- Of course, this one! - Yurchik said confidently and waved his hand in the direction where they seemed to come from.
But he was wrong!
And taking Talusya by the hand, Yurchik moved with her through the forest, not realizing that they were going in the wrong direction, but just the opposite.
He began to guess about it only when a lot of time had already passed, and the forest still had no end in sight. Probably, indeed, they went in the wrong direction! .. But what to do now? Go forward and forward - we will definitely go out somewhere, because we don’t have such forests here that there is no end to them! .. It’s only in the taiga, somewhere in Siberia, you can get so lost and completely disappear, even with a bear or even meet a tiger!.. And here, apart from squirrels and hares, there are no animals.
- I'm tired, - Talusya finally said, - let's sit down for a while. And please don't hide from me. I already know that we are lost.
They sat down under a tree and began to rest. Talusya fell asleep immediately, and Yurchik sat and sat over her, and imperceptibly dozed off himself.
IV
When the children woke up, the sun was already setting. It must have been lunch time! - it was clear even without the clock.
- I'm terribly hungry! Talusya sighed.
- Me too! Yurchik responded. He remembered that he had one last pill in his straw, which was intended for today's dinner. But ... what will Ta l I eat? He can't be fed himself if she stays hungry!
- Maybe we should look for mushrooms or berries? - hesitantly offered the girl.
- Mushrooms are not visible, and how can they be eaten raw? Yurchik said. -
And the berries over there are on those bushes, they are probably blackberries or raspberries... Only they are still quite green. They cannot be eaten. Let's go better!
And they went on. Soon Talusya stopped again.
- I can't stand it anymore, I'm terribly hungry! - she said.
Yurchik was scared. What if she becomes so exhausted that she cannot walk? And you need to go, because they must eventually get out of this forest !!! He himself is nothing, because he is a boy, and no difficulties frighten him. And she is a girl, and even Talusya-Malyusya, it’s not for nothing that they called her that! ..
- Listen, - Yurchik said, - I told you that these berries cannot be eaten, because they are green. But stay here, wait. Now I will find you an unusual berry, magical!
- Well, look, - Talusya smiled sadly and sat down under a tree, - I still can't go any further.
Well, he thought so that she would become exhausted ... And it is quite clear that it is necessary to give her this last pill as soon as possible. But he cannot break his promise to his grandfather, he has no right to show her a pill and explain what it is. He would make her swallow it, not knowing what the matter was... And Yurchik walked away a little, quickly found a still quite green berry on a bush of wild raspberries. He plucked it, took out a pill and put it in the depression that remains on a raspberry when it is plucked from a twig.
- Found! - said Yurchik, turning to Talusa. - Close your eyes, open your mouth and swallow immediately what I will give you!
“Aren’t you going to put something nasty in my mouth?” she asked fearfully.
Who do you take me for? Not disgusting, but a magic berry! Here, you can take a look at it. It is tasteless, really, but you swallow right away, without understanding. You will see, as soon as you eat it, you will be full, as if you had eaten a whole dinner, and the first, and the second, and the third!
Talusya opened her mouth trustingly and closed her eyes. Yurchik put a berry with a pill in her mouth, and she swallowed it.
- O! she said in surprise after a moment. - I'm really, quite full. And I can go on for at least a whole day.
- Well, let's go faster! Yurchik said.
Joyfully running forward a few steps, Talusya suddenly stopped.
- And you? she asked. - Have you found a magic berry for yourself?
- No, - Yurchik answered, - you see, what's the matter ...
And not knowing how to get out, he began to weave some kind of fable for her: that such magical berries can only be found three times a day - one at a time during lunch, breakfast and dinner. And so, they say, he, Yurchik, found out about this secret and in this way he ate all this time ... And magic berries also have such a mysterious property: if he does not eat at least one himself, but gives it to someone, then there will be more he won’t find a single one ... Yurchik came up with this in case they have to wander in the forest until nightfall and Talusya asks to find another berry. And he had no more pills!
And here he was not mistaken. They still had to go astray! It’s good that at least Talusya cheerfully ran on and on, she even sang a song and said that she really liked to wander like that. It's like in a fairy tale!..
But Yurchik was becoming more and more dreary. He wanted to eat more and more. He clenched his fists and teeth and mentally assured himself that all this was nothing to him. After all, he is a boy, not a girl, and he can overcome not such difficulties! ..
Twilight, quickly descending on the forest, began to thicken, it became completely dark. Suddenly, in the distance, between the branches of trees and bushes, something flashed.
- Talusya! Yurchik exclaimed happily. - Look! These are the headlights of a car! .. Somewhere ahead - a highway! What joy! .. - The children rushed forward.
But it wasn't that easy. In the darkness, bushes and tree trunks seemed to deliberately block their way, some stumps and dry branches fell under their feet, tall grass clung to them ... But everything was left behind - and here they are on the highway!
Headlights flickered in the distance. A truck was approaching. Yurchik raised his hand. However, the car stopped by itself.
The driver looked out of the cab.
- Ege, so this is probably what they are, the kids who are ish, ut! he exclaimed. - Come on, climb in quickly, I'll take you to your comrades, even though I'm not on the road!
The car turned around, rushed off, and in a few minutes Yurchik and Talusya were already among their own! .. It turned out that the comrades were looking for them all the time, and Viktor was so agitated that he already wanted to run to the station, gather people there and go on a search with lanterns ... You can imagine how happy the children were when Yurchik and Talusya were among them again!
- Oh, guys, I'm dying - there is! - this was the first thing Yurchik said.
At the same moment, everyone rushed to get out of the backpacks everything that was left there. Although there is not much left - after all, according to the plan, you should already be at home! - but Yurchik had enough. Comrades vied with each other to slip their supplies to him, and it never even occurred to anyone to remind him of how he said: “What should I ask for food? No matter how!”
- And what about you, Talyusechka ?! the girls were surprised. You must be dying of hunger too!
- No, - said Talusya. - I don't feel like eating. Yurchik gave me a magic berry, and I eat, I'm full.
Everyone was very surprised.
- Magic berry?! So this is probably what he ate all the time! - said Olezhka.
- And why didn't you eat such a berry now? - asked Natasha Bolshaya.
And he only had one! Talusya explained. - It was the last one.
Here everyone looked with respect at Yurchik, who turned out to be such a good comrade for his little girlfriend. And everyone began to feed and treat him with even greater passion until he ate to satiety.
- Did you give Talusa the last pill? Well done! Viktor whispered to Yurchik when they were all waiting at the train station.
And then Yurchik understood why Victor was not at all worried all the time that one of the guys was not eating anything. So, grandfather warned Victor that Yurchik was performing an important scientific task - he was testing grandfather's invention on a campaign. But when and where did grandfather see Victor?! This has remained a mystery.

You probably all know that various foreign tourists often come to our country. And not only from socialist, but also from capitalist countries.
Once, one such tourist, by the name of Mr. Quick, came to our city and went into a restaurant to have lunch.
Sat at a table and called the waiter.
- Please give me fried chicken! the tourist said.
As you can see, he did not speak our language very well. But the waiter, of course, understood him.
- What do you like better - a leg or a wing? the waiter asked.
Mr Quick was indignant.
- Which leg? What wing? Give me a whole chicken. I eat very hungry! - he said.
Here Mr. Quick noticed that the people sitting at the neighboring tables looked at him with surprise and interest and smiled merrily. Mr. Quick thought they were pleasantly surprised at how well he spoke their language. And he, too, smiled with satisfaction and self-confidence and began to look forward to the ordered food.
Before five minutes had passed, the waiter appeared and placed a dish on the table in front of Mr. Quick, on which lay a deliciously fried large bird.
- What is this?! exclaimed Mr. Quick. - I ask you for a chicken, and you give me a turkey! My stomach is sick, she does not like to eat a turkey!
- Excuse me, but this is a chicken! - said the waiter.
Mr. Quick even blushed with indignation.
- You laugh at me! - he said. - I know better than all people what chickens are! After all, chickens are my business.
Business - translated into our language means "occupation" or "business". But most often this is the name of a business that gives a person money, profit. That's what Mr. Quick meant when he said chickens were his business.
And he proudly explained that in his homeland everyone calls him “Chicken King” because he is the owner of huge poultry farms, where one million two hundred thousand chickens hatch every day! The whole country would eat only his chickens, if there weren’t another “chicken king” with whom you have to compete all the time - who will buy more chickens from? Mr. Quick has been in this business all his life. How can one make such a great connoisseur and specialist consider a turkey a chicken?!
He told all this in such a distorted language that if everything were written the way he spoke, you would not understand anything. So here his indignant speech is stated only approximately.
But the waiter repeatedly had to deal with foreign tourists, and therefore he immediately understood everything.
"Calm down, please," he said politely. - There are no such chickens anywhere in the world. But this is a real chicken, and you can easily be convinced of this when you try it. - And he quickly and deftly cut off a slice of roasted poultry and put it on a plate in front of Mr. Quick.
Mr. Quick took up his knife and fork, incredulously cut off a piece, and put it in his mouth.
- O! he said with an expression of great delight.
nia, - It's really a chicken! Incredibly tender and delicious meat!
And since Mr. Quick had become very hungry on the long journey, he began to eat quickly and greedily, and said nothing more until he had eaten his fill. Having eaten and paid for dinner, Mr. Quick asked the waiter if he could not tell him, if, of course, this is not a secret: where do such chickens come from, hefty as a turkey ?!
- Oh no, it's not a secret at all! - said the waiter, - Our restaurant receives them directly from the experimental farm of the scientific institute. It is located on Nauchnaya Street, in the same place as the institute.
- And the tourist can watch? asked Mr. Quick with interest.
- Yes, you certainly may. There are always plenty of tours.
And the waiter explained in detail to the foreigner how to get to the experimental farm.
Following the exact instructions of the waiter and confidently wielding his amazing tongue, Mr. Quick soon found himself where he needed to be.
At the gates of the experimental farm, he ran into a large group of schoolchildren who had come here on an excursion. The head of household hospitably welcomed the visitors and invited a foreign tourist who understands our language to join the schoolchildren.
Mr Quick readily agreed.
- I understand and speak your language very well! - he said.
One of the boys snorted derisively, but the other one gently poked him in the side with his fist:
- What are you laughing at? Uncomfortable! It's a foreigner!
The mocker was embarrassed and hid behind the backs of his comrades.
And everyone followed the manager into a spacious, outwardly unremarkable building that stood in the middle of a green garden.
Mr Quick looked around curiously. For some reason, there are no aviaries here, that is, areas fenced with a metal mesh where chickens would graze. And in general, except for two houses - one larger, the other smaller - there was nothing on the territory of the experimental farm.
- Where do you keep the birds? Mr. Quick asked the manager.
- Nowhere, - he kindly explained, - as soon as they hatch in the incubator, we transfer them to consumers.
- How? So small?
The manager smiled.
- Wait a minute, now you yourself will see everything!
And so they all came to a room where there were large, cabinet-like apparatuses.
- These are incubators, - the manager explained, - they are heated by electricity. We have six of them. We put eggs in them alternately for six days. After three weeks, the chicks begin to hatch, also in turn - first in the first incubator, then in the second, third, and so on until the end, until all the incubators are empty and filled with new eggs. Then - a break for two weeks, during which we carefully monitor that all the devices work well, so that the eggs are heated evenly from all sides, and the like.
- All this I know very well! said Mr. Quick dismissively. - But it's very little. It is unprofitable to have such a small farm.
- You forget that this is only an experimental farm, - the manager explained, - It sets itself a mainly scientific task: it is testing a new invention. However, I already told you - - wait a minute, you yourself will see everything now. - And bowing politely to the foreigner, the head moved away from him to the schoolchildren and led the young tourists to one of the incubators. The chicks have already begun to hatch from the eggs.
Boys and girls with joyful exclamations vying looked into the window, through which one could watch how tiny creatures pierce the shell with their beaks and crawl out into the world. Fluffy, yellowish, they resembled balls of soft wool and were very liked by schoolchildren, especially girls.
Only Mr. Quick looked indifferently at this great miracle of nature: after all, he had any number of such incubators at home, and he had seen enough of chickens hatching from eggs that it did not interest him at all. He waited impatiently to see what would happen next. And now everyone saw an even greater miracle, and now it is no longer a miracle of nature, but a miracle created by the human mind.
Two women in white coats began to take the chickens out of the incubator one by one and transplant them into spacious wooden cages, and on the way they put a small round green pill that looked like a candy in each of their mouths.
Before the chickens had time to get into the cage, they immediately, in front of everyone, began to grow rapidly, grow, become giant chickens! .. They became larger than ordinary adult roosters and hens, with a good turkey size, but ... remained at the same time, the same chickens - yellow, fluffy, like large balls of soft wool.
Mr. Quick even caught his breath! What miracles? This is really an invention! .. Now, if he, Mr. Quick, could get a few of these pills, find out what they are made of ... He would then have such a profit that no other "chicken kings" could to compete!!! After all, with these pills, you don’t even need to feed the chickens, and you don’t even need to wait until they grow up! ..
- It's just great! - L1ister Quick was delighted. He asked the manager what kind of pills they were, where they were obtained and what they were made of?
- They are produced right there, at our experimental farm, - the manager answered. - But what they are made of, I can’t tell you: it’s a secret of production, or rather, a scientific secret! One of our scientists, a well-known inventor, came up with such a tool, but it is still only being tested.
- This scientist is our student's grandfather! - intervened in the conversation one of the boys. - Here is his grandson, Yurchik!
Mr. Quick rushed to the boy and began to shake his hand warmly.
- I am very happy! said Mr. Quick enthusiastically. - It is a great pleasure for me to meet such a grandson great person!
Yurchik was a little embarrassed, but decided that he needed to keep up the conversation with this eccentric foreigner.
- Are you a scientist too? Also an inventor? he asked politely.
- Oh yeah! replied Mr Quick. - I am a big connoisseur of chicken business!
The boys and girls looked at him respectfully. After all, they knew that not only capitalists live in capitalist countries, but also working people - workers, and peasants, and employees, and scientists. And they thought that this foreigner was a scientist. It never occurred to them that he was a real capitalist.
In the meantime, the cages with giant chickens were taken out of the room and loaded onto trucks, and the manager began to show the schoolchildren what to do next.
While everyone was attentively watching how they clean the incubator before laying new eggs, Mr. Quick imperceptibly approached Yurchik and slowly took him aside.
- Cute boy! he said quietly. - Tell me, please, did your great grandfather still sell a patent for his invention to anyone?
- What is a patent? - Yurchik asked. - And how is it - to sell?
“Oh, that means handing over the trade secret,” Mr. Quick explained, “and get paid for it.
- No, - said Yurchik, shrugging his shoulders, - he did not sell anything to anyone!
Mr Quick was overjoyed.
- My dear boy! he exclaimed. - I beg you very much - to acquaint me with your famous grandfather! I wanted to buy his invention and give him lots and lots of money!
Yurchik looked at the foreigner in surprise.
- How can a grandfather sell his invention? - he asked. - This is his scientific work, and not some property! Is scientific work for sale?
- Of course it's for sale! said Mr Quick confidently. - Well I give big money! And no one knows about it ... This will be our business.
Yurchik's eyes went straight to his forehead: what kind of strange conversations?! And suddenly a guess flashed in his head like lightning - so there it is! This foreigner must not be a scientist... No wonder he says "business". Yurchik heard this word somewhere - maybe on TV or on the radio - and he knew that such words were spoken by the capitalists. But talking to a capitalist... no, it's better not to! And Yurchik began to quickly back away from the foreigner, closer to his comrades.
- Guys! - he said in a whisper, pulling Olezh-ku and Sergey by the shoulders. - Do you know who this is? This is not a scientist at all. This is a living, real capitalist! ..
- Yah! the boys were surprised. - How do you know?
- He offered my grandfather to sell him his invention! And he promised a lot of money for it! And so that grandfather did it in secret! .. Just think! After all, only a capitalist could offer such a thing.
- Truth! Well, miracles! .. So that's what they are, the capitalists?!
The boys and girls surrounded Mr. Quick and looked at him with curiosity.
Mr. Quick looked around irritably in all directions and turned to Yurchik.
- You go now with me to your grandfather? he asked, hiding his annoyance.
- No, - Yurchik answered decisively, trying to speak in such a way that the foreigner could understand, - I do not want to introduce you to my grandfather. My grandfather did not sell his inventions! In general, we are not a capitalist country.
- And you can not think that everything is bought and sold with us, like you! - Olezhka added with a laugh.
Mr. Quick became even more irritated, even blushed all over, and made a move to get out of the crowd of schoolchildren.
- I don't think anything! I just don't understand! he murmured. And hastily bowing to the manager, he hurried to the exit.
"Damned boys! he thought angrily. - Damned Bolsheviks! And in general the damned country! But chickens... What chickens!!! I will not regret anything in order to get these miracle pills and take possession of the secret of their manufacture! .. And I have already figured out how to do it!
Here Mr. Quick laughed wickedly, ran to that office that deals with foreign tourists, and asked to be sent home immediately, without waiting until the end of his tourist voucher. He did not even begin to demand that he be returned the money for unused days.
Arriving in his country, Mr. Quick quickly found a well-known spy nicknamed Skilful, which means "dexterous" in their language.
Skilful was just about to go on another spy trip, and Mr. Quick, for a lot of money, persuaded him at the same time as his spy assignments
to fulfill a private assignment: to sneak into this most experimental farm and steal the secret of making miraculous magnifying pills, or at least get as many of these pills as possible, then it will be possible to analyze and find out what they consist of.
The spy listened attentively to Mr. Quick's story about the giant chickens and agreed to take on the job.
“But to get in there,” he said, “you need to know at least a little about the chicken business. And I'm in it - neither be nor me.
- Well, this is fixable! - Mr. Quick reassured Skilful and took him to his poultry farms. There, the spy quickly learned everything there was to learn about chickens and chickens.
Then he received from Mr. Quick a large sum for all sorts of expenses, and, without wasting time, undertook to carry out his vile commission.

One fine evening, when Yurchik was peacefully sitting on the sofa with his grandfather and talking about his school affairs, the excited head of the experimental farm suddenly entered the room.
Do you understand, professor? strange story- he said - not all chickens increase!
- That is, as? - asked Yurchikin's grandfather. - Do not all increase equally?
- No, - explained the manager, - some do not increase at all.
Grandpa smiled.
“Maybe some chick just didn’t take the pill?” - he asked.
- I thought so myself at first. I didn't even want to tell you about it when the day before yesterday one chicken was left small. But yesterday the same thing happened again, only two chickens had not increased. Today I myself made sure that each chicken was given a pill and that they swallowed them. And - what would you think? - again one chicken remained the same as it was!
“Something is wrong here,” said the grandfather. - What did you do with those unfortunate chickens?
- Nothing, put him in a separate cage. Maybe they are sick?
- Well, let's go and see.
The reader, of course, understands that Yurchik could not stay at home when grandfather hurried to Nauchnaya Street. Soon all three were already entering the gates of the experimental farm.
In the corner of the room where the incubators stood, yellow fluffy chickens sat in a separate cage and merrily pecked at a crumbled and soaked bun.
“I gave them something to eat,” the manager explained, “perhaps they are not sick at all?”
We will check this now, - said the grandfather, - give me four tablets!

The manager opened the door of an iron cabinet with an intricate lock that only a person who knew his secret could open. This cabinet held a small supply of magnifying pills in glass jars. They were still produced a little, they were expensive, and therefore each tablet was registered: they were given out every day only according to the number of chickens and carefully monitored so that not a single one was wasted.
Yurchika's grandfather took out four tablets, examined them, and, taking the chickens one by one in his hands, thrust the tablets into their open beaks. And at the same moment the chickens began to increase and increase, and all four became huge, like good turkeys.
- As you can see, everything is in order! - calmly said grandfather. - You probably just did not see then that the chickens did not swallow the pills.
The manager shrugged.
- But then the pills would have stayed here! he remarked.
- They could fall on the floor, - said the grandfather, - and then swept them out and threw them out with the garbage. After all, they sweep here every day, don't they?
Maybe this really happened, but neither the manager nor Yurchik believed that such an unusual event could repeat itself for three days in a row!
Grandfather went home, advising the manager to watch the way they give the pills to the chickens in the most careful way. And Yurchik also went to his house, but still could not get rid of thoughts about pills. It seemed to him that not everything was in order in this matter and that it was only necessary to remember something in order for everything to become clear at once. But what exactly to remember - that Yurchik did not know.
Several days passed, and Yurchik had already begun to forget about the adventure with the chickens. And then one morning, walking
to school, he met the head of the experimental farm on the street.
- Good afternoon! Yurchik said. - Well, is everything all right with the chickens?
The manager stopped.
- Is that you, Yurchik? Healthy! You ask, how are the chickens? You see, - he hesitated a little, - they are not all right. The pills don't work again! I'm embarrassed to tell your grandfather, but yesterday again two chickens did not increase! I just don't know what to do?!
- It is necessary to follow it properly, - suggested Yurchik, - but for the time being, it’s really not worth talking to grandfather. Why worry him for nothing.
- Yes, yes, you're probably right. Yes, I'm trying to keep track, but I don't notice anything. It's just like in an adventure book!..
_ - Do you want us to help you follow, me and my two friends?! Yurchik exclaimed. - Maybe someone really does it on purpose, like saboteurs in books about spies ?!
The manager smiled.
- Well, you know, spies have nothing to do here! Our object has no defense value! Why invent lies? But I would be very grateful for your help. But this is how to do it: come back in two weeks - that's when the next hatching of chickens will begin.
for six days you will help me follow, and if we do not notice anything even then, then I don’t know what to do! ..
- It's coming! - Yurchik exclaimed, - Just in two weeks the school will start spring holidays, and we will be able to come every day.
- Only not all at once, but in turn! the manager remarked. - And let it be a circle of young naturalists or something, otherwise I will not be able to allow you to hustle around the incubators every day.
- Okay! So let's do it! Goodbye! - And Yurchik ran his way, so as not to be late for the lesson.
Still, he did not agree with the manager that there was nothing to look for in this case the hand of the enemy. The manager must have never read books about spies and saboteurs. And all the boys, including Yurchik, are well aware that these vile people hunt for any of our secrets. Even if they do not have defensive value. And here, after all, there is such a secret - a scientific secret, a new invention! And surely there will be greedy people in the capitalist world who want to take possession of this secret! ..
And suddenly Yurchik even stopped and opened his mouth from an unexpected thought: yes, it’s true! .. And how could he forget about that capitalist tourist who wanted to buy his invention from his grandfather! a way to harm grandfather, and our science, and our people in general?!!
Is it not his hand in this matter? ..
During the lessons, I had to think about something else, but as soon as the bell rang for a big break, Yurchik called his closest friends, Sergey and Olezhka, to a secluded corner and told them everything.
- It seems to me that here) the matter is not simple and it needs to be investigated, - he told them. - Are you willing to help me?
Both boys, of course, enthusiastically agreed.
On the eve of spring break, three friends gathered at Yur-
chika, took a clean notebook and beautiful letters Written in colored pencils on the cover:
Diary of a circle of young naturalists.
Then they distributed among themselves the days when someone was on duty, and the next day they went to the experimental farm.
- Good afternoon! - said Yurchik, entering with his friends into the room where the incubators stood. - We are a circle of young naturalists of the 2nd "A" class of the 235th school. May we conduct our observations at your place?
- Please, please, - the manager answered, - we are always glad to our shift - young poultry farmers. Here, please, get acquainted with our old experts in this field.
The boys politely greeted two women in white coats who were standing near the incubator. One of them could not be called "old" at all, because it was still a very young, red-cheeked girl. She smiled warmly at the boys and shook hands with them.
But the other one was really old. Strands of gray hair peeked out from under a white handkerchief pulled low over her forehead. Broad-shouldered and clumsy, with large dexterous hands, she made a rather strange impression. From under very long skirt huge flat shoes peeped out. The old woman looked sternly at the boys and said in a hoarse voice:
- It's a mess to have so many strangers in the working room all the time.
Yurchik thought that this was right, and besides, he liked what the old bird girl said about them, the boys, as about adults - "foreign faces." He looked at her respectfully and politely explained:
We won't all be here at the same time. We'll take turns!
- Ah, then another matter! - the old woman nodded her head approvingly and turned to the incubator, because the chickens were about to hatch.
For the first time, all three friends were present, they were very interested. The manager himself handed each tablet to the birds from the jar where these tablets were stored, and the “young birds” watched intently as the birds took the chickens and put green shiny balls into their beaks. All chickens increased in time. Then new eggs were laid in the empty and cleaned inbator, so that after three weeks the chickens would hatch again.
- That's all for today! - said the manager. - Tomorrow hatching will begin in the second incubator, then in the third, fourth and so on. So come tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and for three more days until the chicks hatch in all of our incubators.
The boys were very happy. They wrote in their diary:
"2nd of March. All three were observed. All the chickens have grown.”
- And who is this old bird? - Asked Yurchik, when the manager came out to see the boys off. - It seems to me that when we came on the tour, it was not there, there was some other one.
The manager laughed.
- Oh, I see you are an observant guy! - he said. - Indeed, we used to have another poultry keeper, but she quit because she had to go somewhere, and we hired this old woman. This is an experienced specialist, she knows everything there is to know about chickens and chickens!
In the following days, the following entries appeared in the diary:
"March, 3rd. The observations were made by Sergei. All chickens have grown. There was a tour from the candy factory.”
It is not difficult to imagine with what excitement the boys discussed this entry, having gathered that same day in the evening at
Yurchika. After all, there are only three days left until the end of the hatching of chickens from all incubators ... And in two weeks school classes will begin again, and the “circle of young naturalists” will by no means be able to conduct observations. Is it possible that they will not succeed in the remaining three days, at least
to notice something and find at least some solution to an unpleasant secret ?!
- You be careful these two days, Yurchik and Sergey! - said Olezhka. - And on the third, last, day, we will go again to observe all three of us.

The next day after this, Yurchik was in a hurry to go on duty at the experimental farm. He ran running, even out of breath.
Why was he so out of breath?
But because after several days of spring thaw, it froze again this morning and there were wonderful ice tracks on the sidewalks in many places. How could one walk indifferently past such paths? Yurchik, of course, could not. He had to take a running run on each slipper at least twice! Boys and girls crowded around the slippers, everyone wanted to slide, so while Yurchik waited for his turn every time, time passed. And now, of course, he had to rush at full speed, so as not to be late for duty.
Yes, here is Science Street! ..
There was a clock on the corner, Yurchik saw that he was not late, and slowed down a little.
Suddenly he noticed that some strange, but seemingly familiar figure was hurriedly moving in front of him in the same direction. She was a broad-shouldered, tall woman. Waving her arms, she quickly walked forward with large steps. The long skirts of her unsightly coat and the skirt that was visible from under it dangled comically around her legs, shod in huge flat boots.
“Ah,” Yurchik guessed, “this is an old poultry house! So, I’m not the only one who was almost late today!”
As soon as he thought about it, the woman suddenly
slipped on a frozen puddle, awkwardly waved her arms, trying to stay on her feet, but could not resist and flopped to the ground. Yurchik screamed in fright and rushed to help. Suddenly, he saw that, as it fell, some kind of tin box fell out of the old woman's pocket, opened, and shiny green balls rolled across the frozen snow.
- What it is?! Yurchik exclaimed. - Tablets?! Where are they from?
The poultry-keeper immediately jumped to her feet with speed and dexterity unexpected for such an old woman.
But, glancing at the box and Yurchi-ka's bewildered face, she quickly tugged off her skirt and laughed in her hoarse voice:
- What pills? It's candy! Ordinary menthol cough drops! Enjoy if you want and help me pick them up.
Indeed ... Yurchik remembered that when he coughed, his mother bought him exactly the same sweets. He automatically took one, put it in his mouth and immediately felt its pleasant sweet coolness. Yurchik felt ashamed of his stupid suspicion. He blushed and began to quickly collect the scattered sweets in a box.
“You have to suck on that stuff,” said the woman, “because you hear me hoarse?” Just don't tell anyone about these sweets. After all, no one knows that I have a cold, they think that I generally have such a voice. And if they find out, they can be suspended from work until it passes, and this does not suit me at all!
Yurchik promised not to speak, although all this seemed to him somewhat strange.
But the day passed without any complications. The chicks hatched and then increased as expected. Everything was going well, and only from time to time Yurchik noticed that the old poultry keeper seemed to be looking at him with some concern.

“Is she afraid that I will talk about her cold? Yurchik thought. "It's a pity she doesn't know how well I can keep my mouth shut!"
Returning home, Yurchik wrote in his diary:
"the 5th of March. Yura's observations: everything is in order, all the chickens have increased.
He wrote it down and thought about it. But still suspicious... What a strange combination of circumstances: this cold... and menthol sweets, surprisingly similar to magnifying pills... No, it's all for a reason! Need to talk to the guys...
But for some reason the guys didn't go. And it’s not surprising, because now is the holidays, in all cinemas interesting films are shown for schoolchildren. However, Yurchik got more and more worried and finally decided that he had done a stupid thing not to tell the manager about everything.
And without waiting for his comrades, he again ran to Nauchnaya Street. It was already getting dark. Yurchik approached the gates of the experimental farm and saw that the gates were locked. Through the lattice fence it was clear that the windows of two houses on the territory of the farm were dark. Yurchik knocked on the gate with all his might and shouted:
- Hey Hey! Is there anyone alive there?
And suddenly he saw how some clumsy figure rushed to the side from the house, in which there was a small factory that produced magnifying pills. She rushed to the fence, jumped over it with unexpected agility and disappeared into the depths of the alley.
Without thinking twice, Yurchik rushed after her with a cry. But he could not catch up and only saw how a familiar coat and a long skirt flashed around the corner.
Yes, it was none other than she, the old bird-girl! For some reason, she snooped around here, on the territory of the experimental farm, in the evening, when there was no one ... And then, having heard a knock and screams at the gate, she so deftly jumped over the fence! An old woman - and jump like that ?!. As you wish, but this is no doubt suspicious! What to do now? How to find out what kind of person this old birdie is? If she is a hidden enemy, how can she be exposed?..
Suddenly Yurchik remembered how last year at school he
One story turned on and he found out who the real culprit was. He managed to do this with the help of a wonderful invention of his grandfather - a pocket mind receiver. If you put this device to your ear, you will hear all the thoughts of the person you are looking at, as if he were saying them aloud.
Pocket mind receiver! Yes, you need to immediately go to your grandfather now and ask him for this device for tomorrow. Under any pretext!
Grandfather will not refuse - although this invention must still not be approved, but grandfather knows that Yurchik can be trusted ... So, without wasting time, hurry up to grandfather! ..
Grandpa didn't really say no. He did not even insist that Yurchik tell him why he needed a thought receiver.
- You can believe me, grandfather, that I take it not for entertainment, but for a very important matter! Yurchik said. I'll tell you everything later, you can trust me.
- Of course, I believe you, - answered the grandfather. - The main thing to remember: as before, no one should know about this device!
Yurchik came to the experimental farm, purposely a little late. Sergey was on duty that day. Yurchik came up with a plausible explanation for his arrival at an inopportune time. But he didn't have to explain. The manager, oh, the hens and Sergey, who were near the incubator, were extremely excited. They had every reason to be nervous; the hatching of chickens in the next incubator has just begun, and of the four chickens placed in a cage, not a single one has increased at all!
And so, with unflagging, tripled attention, everyone continued to take out the hatched chickens and put pills in their beaks, and therefore no one paid attention to the appearance of Yurchik. Only the old bird-girl glanced at him. And it seemed to Yurchik that he noticed fear and anger in that look.
Then Yurchik immediately took out a device clutched in his fist from his pocket, put it to his ear and fixed his eyes on the old woman. Some incomprehensible sounds quickly sounded in the device. What it is? Are these her thoughts? Or maybe the device is broken?
Yurchik took his eyes off the old poultry house and looked at the manager.
“We’ll probably have to report everything to the professor!” - the manager thought anxiously, and Yurchik perfectly understood his thoughts, as well as if he was saying them aloud. So, the device worked flawlessly! Why can't you find out what the old woman is thinking about? ..
Yurchik began to listen to her again - again he heard only some random nonsense. And suddenly he realized: the old bird-girl did not think in our language! .. Yes, yes! .. And this indicated that she was not the one she pretended to be. She was an outsider. And she snuck in here, probably with bad intentions! ..
Only one minute Yurchik figured out what to do.
It’s impossible to tell the manager about your discovery, because you can’t talk about the device. But in no case should this matter be postponed either - it is not known what this old witch can do ?! So, you need to immediately run to your grandfather and tell him everything. And the grandfather will instantly decide what to do next.

This will end the story about the amazing adventures of the boy Yurchik and his grandfather, a scientist and inventor. It's a pity, of course, but there's nothing to be done!
The fact is that soon after the events described in the last story, Yurchik's parents went to work at a construction site in the farthest end of our great Motherland. Until now, I somehow didn’t have to say a word about the fact that Yurchik’s mom and dad were experienced builders, and as soon as an important construction site began somewhere, they were always sent there. So it happened now.
Of course, they took Yurchik with them. And grandfather stayed to work in his laboratory of the scientific institute on Nauchnaya Street. Only now he could no longer show each new invention to his beloved grandson before all other people.
And if so, then it means that there can be no new stories about the boy Yurchik and his grandfather. You can, however, talk about Yurchik separately and about his grandfather separately. But, you understand, it will be completely different stories! ..
In any case, we can only say that Yurchikin's grandfather continued to work persistently on improving his amazing inventions and on inventing new ones.
And, if someday, in the future, living beings will be able to increase and decrease at the will of a person, and people will be able to talk to each other without uttering a single word aloud, and will even be able to eat nothing all their lives - except, of course, ice cream and other tasty things; if some other incredible and unprecedented inventions appear, such as we cannot even imagine now, you will probably
noe, you will immediately guess that Yurchik's grandfather took part in all this.
And perhaps Yurchik helped him. After all, he had long ago decided to always study for fives in order to become a scientist and help his grandfather.
While he grows up and learns, a lot of time will pass, but you can be sure that his dreams will come true, and he and his grandfather will work together for a long time. After all, now grandfather is not quite old yet, and by the time Yurchik grows up and grandfather gets old, people will definitely invent means that destroy all sorts of diseases and prolong life.
Rumors have reached us that Yurchikin's grandfather is now already working on such an invention so that people never grow old and die at all.
But not all people, but only good ones. Those who in their entire lives have not offended anyone and have not caused grief to anyone.
Now that would be a wonderful invention, the best of all! Then everyone who wants to pull the girl's braid, offend a friend or bring a deuce from school and thereby upset his parents - every such idiot will involuntarily think carefully before doing this, because who wants to shorten his life! ..
And various criminals, spies, capitalists and fascists, warmongers - all those who do nothing but bring grief to people?! They will definitely have to either put an end to their dirty deeds once and for all, or die.
Although it should be noted that even without a miraculous invention, all such human evil spirits will sooner or later be destroyed. Justice and good will still prevail over evil, sooner or later. And all good people the world is trying to make it happen as soon as possible.
But enough, it's time to finish the book!
You can still talk about a lot, but all this no longer applies directly to the boy Yurchik and his grandfather.
So, goodbye, dear readers! Thank you for your attention!