Zoshchenko Elka Biography

The story of Mikhail Zoshchenko Christmas, perhaps the most “children's” of all Christian holidays: and because the baby Savior was born into the world, and because Christmas attributes - Christmas tree, lights, toys are so loved by children, and because the best and most fabulous gifts these days are children. That is why for children we have prepared a separate gift - a Christmas book, which contains the best children's poems and stories about the wonderful celebration of the Nativity of Christ.

This year I turned forty years old. So, it turns out that I saw a New Year tree forty times. It's a lot! Well, the first three years of my life, I probably did not understand what the Christmas tree is. Probably my mother carried me out on the handles. And, probably, I looked at the decorated tree with my black eyes without interest. And I was looking forward to this fun holiday.

And even in the brush of the door he peeped how my mother decorates the Christmas tree. And my sister Lele was at that time for seven years. And she was an exceptionally brisk girl. She once told me: “Minka, my mother went into the kitchen.” Let's go to the room where the Christmas tree stands, and see what is being done there. So my sister Lelia and I entered the room.

And we see: a very beautiful Christmas tree. And under the Christmas tree there are gifts. And on the Christmas tree multi -colored beads, flags, flashlights, golden nuts, pastilles and Crimean apples. My sister Lelya says: - We will not look at the gifts. And instead, let's better eat one loaf. And so she approaches the Christmas tree and instantly eats one loaf hanging on the thread.

I say:-Lelya, if you ate a pastiller, then I also eat something now. And I go to the Christmas tree and bite off a small piece of apple. Lelya says: - Minka, if you have bitten an apple, then now I will eat another pastry and in addition will take this candy for myself. And Lelya was very high, a long girl. And she could get high. And so I began to pull a chair to the Christmas tree with my thin hands.

But the chair fell on me. I wanted to raise a chair. But he fell again. And right for the gifts. She stood on tiptoe and began to eat the second pastel with her large mouth. And I was surprisingly small in stature. And I could not get almost anything except one apple, which hung low. I say: - If you, Lelishch, ate the second pastel, then I will bite off this apple again.

And I take this apple again with my hands and again bite it a little. Lelya says: - If you bite off the apple for the second time, then I will not stand on ceremony and now I will eat the third pastel and in addition I will take a cracker and walnut as a keepsake. Then I almost roared. Because she could reach everything, but I did not. I tell her:-And I, Lelishch, as I put a chair to the Christmas tree and how I will get it something, too, except for an apple.

Lelya says: - Minka, you seem to have broken a doll. This is true. You beat off a porcelain pen from the doll. Then my mother’s steps rang out, and Lelya and I ran into another room. Lelya says: - Now, Minka, I can’t vouch that my mother will not endure you.

I wanted to roar, but at that moment the guests came. Many children with their parents. And then our mother lit all the candles on the Christmas tree, opened the door and said: “All come in.” And all the children entered the room where the Christmas tree stood. Our mother says: - Now let each child come up to me, and I will give everyone a toy and treat. And now the children began to approach our mother.

And she gave everyone a toy. Then she took off an apple, pastel and candy from the Christmas tree and also gave the child. And all the children were very happy. Then my mother picked up the apple that I bit off, and said: - Lelya and Minka, come here. Which of the two of you bit off this apple? Lelya said: I jerked Lelia by the pigtail and said: - It was Lelka who taught me.

Mom says: - I will put Lelia in a corner with my nose, and I wanted to give you a groove train. But now I will give this clockwork train to the boy to whom I wanted to give a bitten apple. And she took a train and gave it to one four -year -old boy. And he instantly began to play with him. And I got angry at this boy and hit him on the arm with a toy.

And he roared so desperately that his own mother took him on the pens and said: “From that time I will not come to visit you with my boy.” And I said: - You can leave, and then the train will remain for me. And that mother was surprised at my words and said: - Probably your boy will be a robber. And then my mother took me to the pens and said to that mother: “Do not dare to say that about my boy.” Better leave with your golden child and never come to us anymore.

And that mother said: - I will do so. Wind you - what to sit down in the nettle. And then another, third mother, said: - And I will leave too. My girl did not deserve the fact that she was given a doll with a broken hand. And my sister Lelya screamed: - You can also leave with your golden child. And then a doll with a broken handle will remain. And then I, sitting on my mother’s hands, shouted: - In general, you can leave everything, and then all the toys will remain for us.

And then all the guests began to leave. And our mother was surprised that we were left alone. But suddenly our dad entered the room.He said: - Such upbringing destroys my children. I do not want them to fight, quarrel and expel the guests. It will be difficult for them to live in the world, and they will die alone. And dad went to the Christmas tree and put out all the candles.

Then he said: - instantly go to bed. And tomorrow I will give all the toys to the guests. And so, guys, thirty -five years have passed since then, and I still remember this Christmas tree well. And for all these thirty -five years, I, children, have never eaten someone else's apple anymore and never hit the one who weaker than me. And now the doctors say that therefore I am so relatively funny and good -natured.

Leave a review of the review Added, he is assigned an internal number:. After moderation, it will be published on the site. Your assessment: a Christmas book for children: the stories and poems of Russian writers and poets in this book are a variety of writers and poets - famous and not very - sincerely, gladly talk about who was born on this wonderful day - the day, when the stars, the fluffy winter snowball, and the beautiful Yelka - all glorify the infant of Christ.

The heroes of these works, of course, are children. What are the heroes! Even the authors in their works become children, going on a trip to a distant country of memoirs, where it smells so comfortably by Christmas spruce and festive pie.