With black stories for children. Humorous stories. I return to Paris and put a big point
And when Igor began to poke big nails between the bricks, the frightened animal swept around in all directions, then ducking into the light holes under the shingles, then running around the outer wall and peeking through the edge of the windowsill ... What is it ?! The boy wants to turn the house up! To rip off or wait a little longer? ..
But the regiments were nailed, supplies were placed on them, and the "crocodile" calmed down: it froze over the shelf itself, keeping its tiny, beaded eyes from it. She was very interested in him ...
A couple of cats were devoted to shelter by their owner - not uncommon. That's why this story needs to be told. Cats were young, less than three years old. One was black and the other was black and white. Black and white was terrified, and she contracted for a long time. Black was more confident and sociable. Almost two months passed and they were not accepted. They for a short time entered the foster family, and when they were returned to the orphanage, Foster advised that they did not seem to eat much. So, the note was published to monitor their consumption and output.
I return to Paris and put a big point
This was done as much as possible in a lively shelter where animals move, and workers struggle for their needs. When food is eaten and a rubbish tray is used, it is sometimes difficult to know who ate and who eliminated it. Yes, its consumption and output could be precisely controlled if it were kept in isolation. Loneliness and loss were her biggest problems. She needed, at least, her lifelong feline friend to sleep next to.
Oh sure. Igor remembered. Yesterday at the farm in the stables of the mule the same freak appeared. Mishka said that local peasants call this lizard "a small crocodile"! Last summer, caught on the road such a "crocodile" in size ... from a half a meter ... Br! These lizards are not poisonous, - Mishka knows, just says. Preysly catching insects. In fact, there is not a single spider in the hut. But, they say, when they step on their feet or make them angry, they are very painful bite.
In the end, it was noticed that black and white did not eat and became icteric. Black still looked beautiful. She greeted everyone who came, and she gladly beamed if she had some attention. But soon noticed that she, too, did not eat enough. Cats are unique in that they can not walk without food for a long time. When cats stop eating, their bodies send fat to the liver, which cats do poorly with it. Fat is stored in the liver, and is not used and causes liver failure.
The cat will turn yellow, and parts of the body that are usually pink or white, are painted yellow. It's harder to notice in a black cat. But in the end the workers noticed that the little black cat was yellow around the ears and lips, although it still seemed firm and painful when she paid attention.
Igor thoughtful. And suddenly this crocodile, - now you can put it in your pocket, - in a month he will grow up with a suitcase? Or at night it will go down to get warm in a shoe? Igor will get up drinking water and will accidentally step on him ... And he will get angry and bite Igor's heel ... What's so hard here? Attack on the boy, he, perhaps, will also bite ... And in general, how now with such a monster to live together? And if he crawls into the sleeve of the jacket in the dark and Igor in the morning, when he gets dressed, will he pinch? Have mercy on God!
She joined her feline friend from a veterinarian, where she was given intravenous medications and persuaded to eat. But nothing seemed to go on the wave for a small black cat. She could be persuaded to eat, but she would return it. The disease went too far for her. She became sluggish and calm. She did not get up any more and waited with hope every time someone entered. There was no treatment except to put it.
Unwanted animals die every day - in thousands. This is a tragedy that we accept as a society, because pure numbers seem inevitable. But the death of this cat upset us, because she tried so hard to be noticed. Sasha was only two and a half. She was just a black cat who asked everyone she saw for a little attention. Some people gave her a pat and a blow. There were too many other cats asking for the same thing. She lost interest in food and stopped eating.
Something rustled on the wall. "Little Crocodile" sat on a shelf on a bank with condensed milk and, gazing trustingly at the boy, licked sweet thick drops ...
Igor was ashamed. And, turning to the shelf, he said meekly and convincingly:
Freak! Drink our cream, eat our peaches and bananas, - I allow. If I do not let you, you still will not listen. I'll try never to step on you and not offend you ... Please, do not bite and, for God's sake, do not crawl into the night under my blanket, otherwise I'll go mad with fear ...
Sasha's faith and hope died long before her body betrayed her. The tragedy here was a betrayal of her trust. The tragedy is that no one wanted the love that she offered. The tragedy began when she was born in a world where there are so many of these pets that they have no value, and this continued when she depended on the house that had gone to her before she was three years old.
It was written for Sasha and all domestic animals, whose love does not return. If her story helps save another animal, then there will be something good in it. When a cat, a dog and a rat came to a local shelter, they could not be separated from each other. They were very connected like brothers and sisters.
The little crocodile lifted his head, and Igor thought he silently squeaked in reply: "Okay. I agree"…
Slowly swaying, Uncle Vasya returned to his forest lodge, loaded like a mule, with bread, vegetables, packets of rice and oatmeal and picked at the reeds by wild pears. At the well, he turned around: behind someone sighed politely, as if he wanted to say:
Meet Jack, Sasha and Tweaks! Three weeks later, the family came to the orphanage, trying to take a cat and a dog. Employees of the shelter presented them in the "Patch Pack", because they were already connected. Cathy Behrens and her daughter first met the trio and were amazed by the incredible connection they shared.
Despite the fact that they did not have a previous experience of possession of the rat and they were not sure of first accepting them, once they met with the Tweaks, they came to see how affectionate and immediately their hearts were stolen. Three friends could not be happier!
Turn around, please ...
From the reed jungle came to the path a thin, lanky dog from that ignorant breed, whose tail is pretentious, and his ears with vareniki. The man stopped, the dog too. He carefully examined the possessions of Uncle Vasya, his sunburnt jacket, his face, and when he started climbing again, the dog followed him decisively, like Uncle Vasya was his grandfather, whom he met after years of separation.
It was bitter for the staff to say goodbye to the trio, but knowing that they would spend the rest of their lives together as a unit in a loving home, this makes their work much more useful. Now Jack, Sasha and Twins cling to each other in the place they call their own.
And for homeless animals in Eastern Europe, these people are super heroes. Below are just four of the many international animal-loving workers who, unknown and unsung, tirelessly sweep through endless days and nights, often not receiving heat, food, shelter or health care for their stray fees. They do not have the support of the community, government or municipality - in fact, these guardians often face blatant and aggressive hostility within their communities.
His decision was not difficult to understand:
Not the local ... Not a farmer, farmers do not carry vegetables from the city ... Meat is not brought in an empty stomach, and you can fill with bread soup. It's not evil, it's more likely that a good one will not drive you away. From the kind of people who come every year to Provence from all sides to lie on the sand by the sea and stick around from place to place. Like stray dogs ...
Where is the money to take care of all these needy animals? Take it, Sasha Pesic from Nis, Serbia. He alone saved more than 450 stray dogs, saving them from heaven - he knows what fate in Serbia means the eastern European streets or stuck in their infernal pounds. He nourishes, harbors and cares for these animals in an exciting deserted refuge where all dogs roam freely and where they play, eat and even sleep together on a soft straw lying in a former barn.
However, only last week Peshik experienced a serious crisis, when the municipality of Nisha brutally threatened him with the expulsion and bombardment of all 450 dogs by dog-catchers on Christmas Day! At the moment, a loud international campaign in social networks has set a task for it. But soon he will need to find his hundred dogs again in another property, probably in about six months. But for some reason, he just keeps moving forward.
The dog was not mistaken, Uncle Vasya did not drive him away and at the gatehouse door he fulfilled the first duty of hospitality: he gave him a cold well of water from the sardines in a tin can. The tin was much less than the dog's thirst, but the man patiently poured the water until the dog, politely wetting the tongue last time, looked at him with grateful eyes:
Then Maria Tarmavska, mother from the battle-torn Ukraine in Donetsk, appeared. She and a group of women - along with some Crimean refugees, whom they took - take care of the growing tsunami of dogs and cats in the marathon, the change of shelters. Some of the refugee orphans now take part in helping animals that seem to bring some little comfort to these war children, giving them a sense of purpose and comfort.
One of her guards, Peter, even risked his life and was severely beaten, protecting the shelter from crazy neighbors who wanted to kill all the animals and who threatened to burn the sanctuary. Or Norica Prigoyana from Gerla, Romania. Like many Balkan municipalities, they threaten to expel her, although fortunately she recently managed to acquire a permanent safe land for her sanctuary and animals through international donations.
Thank you.
And he lay down at the door, as if he had lived here all his life.
Igor! shouted Uncle Vasya. - Where are you? I brought a new lodger.
Ay! - The boy's head flashed among the bushes, and a minute later the child's eyes looked at the skinny dog in surprise.
How thin he is! .. It's like a starving fakir. Where did you find him, Uncle Vasya?
I did not find it anywhere. He followed me. Goes and goes. So here we are ...
Then comes Manuela Wroblewsky, a German-born woman who is cursed, threatened and even attacked, trying to discreetly make her circles feeding street cats in Avsallar, Turkey. Her daily walk shows ill-treatment of stray animals inside Turkey, where they are sometimes hungry, stoned, subjected to violence and killed.
Massachusetts The Harmony Foundation donates a lot of the necessary funds for these and other international animal characters to do its job. It is headed by Laura Simpson, who says that she likes to support this "subsidiary" rescue work, which so often flies under the radar. The groups in which it helps, do not have a board of directors, do not take salaries, do not spend multi-million campaign fundraising and marketing campaigns - "it's a hand at the mouth, everything for animals," she says. "We support the weak, wherever they are."
Uncle Vasya and Igor were sitting, chatting with their feet, on the bed in the lodge. The dog at the doorstep is outside. Of course, he tried to explain to them how he knew how much he did not want to eat, that he went after a man only because he liked him ... Carefully, as if by accident, he had his front paw on the threshold ... But Uncle Vasya was very fond of dogs and very much did not like fleas, - their eyes met, and the dog realized that it was possible to have lunch and in the yard. Uncle Vasya soaked the dry bread in diluted milk with sour milk (do not run to the next farm for cream!). The dog ate. He was very hungry - hollow sides, slightly hasty throats ... But he did not champ, he tried to eat slowly, with dignity, as even full-bodied boys do not always eat.
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Heroes of many fairy tales A. Chernoy, as befits a Russian person, are truth-seekers. In the fairy tale "True sausage" the soldier slips the evil sergeant-major "remedy", which he begins to cut the truth-womb in the face of the authorities. Lukashka from the fairy tale "Peaceful War" inspires the kings of the two warring kingdoms that the truth of peaceful coexistence is best and it is possible to end the war without bloodshed. Behind fairy-tale subjects real life situations are often seen. The hero of the fairy tale "Sumbur-grass" Feodor Lushnikov thinks out how to escape from the infirmary to his native village, even for a day.
In honor of the Presidents' Day, we would like to have a moment to read the most important members of the White House team: the pets of the presidents. Because if the dog is the man's best friend, this means that they are probably the best friend of the best presidents, and the time has come when our presidential views got some love.
Garfield, the country's 20th president, went to something more like humor, calling his dog Veto. Harding was named Laddy Boy; and Calvin Coolidge was called Paul Pra. Here's Kennedy with Charlie, the Welsh terrier. 
Obama himself called the dog a gift from the late Senator Ted Kennedy "star", Malia considered him "perfect", and younger sister Sasha was not so impressed: Sasha noted that Bo still does not know how to swim.
The main advantage of "Soldier's Tales" is a peculiar language that conveys the features of the psychology of a simple Russian person, who does not despair even in the most difficult conditions. The image of the soldier, carried away by A. Cherny in emigration with the volume of N. Leskov, was the last thread connecting him with his homeland. He confessed to one of his friends: "We are farther every day from the Motherland, all the vaguer images taken with us - life and time are erasing them and will soon be completely erased. Spiritual death is more terrible than physical death. " The writer was saved from spiritual death with the help of cheerful sincere laughter, and he himself admitted more than once:
The Obama family added another Portuguese water dog, called "Sunny", to the mixture in the summer. However, the presidential street lender was not enough to get Matisse, one of the Portuguese Water Dogs and one of the favorites, to win the Westminster Weekly show last week, anointed Best on Show.
The tablet will be dark on Monday in connection with the Presidents' Day and will allow you to watch the entire season of the card season. We'll see you here on Tuesday morning. Kennedy as the airedale terrier. The female was defeated in Bernal, Quilmes. They put his body in a bag and threw it out of the car. Another dog ran there and "protected" her all night.
But laughter did not save the writer from the death of the physical. In the summer of 1932 A. Cherny with his wife and Fox Mickey lived in the south of France in a small resort village of La Favier. August was very hot, and a fire broke out on the neighboring farm. A. Black rushed to put out, and when the help was no longer needed, he returned home and died suddenly of a heart attack. There is evidence that, without experiencing his death, Fox Mickey jumped on the bed and also died. And although eyewitnesses claim that Fox was poisoned by farmers, from whom he steals ducklings, I want to believe in the legend of his death.
They condemn the mass slaughter of dogs near La Plata
When they took his partner, he fell into despair. The black car stopped at Montevideo and San Martín, pulled out a black bag from the car, left it on the street and left, and behind the car was a dog following it more than 20 blocks from it. "People passed by, and the black guy did not let them touch or approach them, always above her, protecting her." Thus, he spent the whole night, coldly and without even moving, to drink water and food brought by a neighbor. At some point, someone managed to climb the dog to the sidewalk, and the black guy climbed back up to her, licking her whenever something happened around him, the post continues.
Alexander Mikhailovich Glikberg is buried in a small rural cemetery in the department of Var. When the news of his death came to Paris, Kuprin wrote: "And the red-haired little girl of eleven, who learned to read in his alphabet with pictures, asked me in the evening:" Tell me, is it true that my Sasha Chyoka no longer exists? "" And her lower lip quivered. "No, Katya," I decided to answer. - Only the human body dies, just as the leaves on the tree die. The human spirit never dies. That's why your Sasha Cherny is alive and outliving all of us, our grandchildren, and great-grandchildren ... "
So, before you are the stories of three satirical authors, very different and at the same time united in their understanding of the role and meaning of laughter in a person's life. For Averchenko, humor is a medicine with which you can heal the soul, for Sasha the Black - magic alcohol, helping to forget about the hard and terrible. Teffi all her life believed that "resisting evil with laughter" can change the person and his life. This is what made satiricons the favorite authors of millions of readers around the world, regardless of age and beliefs. Their stories were also liked by Tsar Nicholas II, the Red Commissars, the White Guard officers, and young children. The popularity of writers before the revolution was colossal! Averchenko received letters asking him to help in the most difficult situations, to teach him how to live. Portrait of Teffi one confectionery company placed on sweets, which are well bought up. "Satire" Sasha Black for five years withstood seven editions.
During the Soviet era, satiricons were almost forgotten for half a century, since the emigre writers had no place in our literature. Only in the 1960s the first small books Averchenko, Teffi and Sasha Chernoy appeared in the USSR, but they really came to the Russian reader only at the very end of the 20th century. Meanwhile, their place in the history of Russian literature is very significant: satiricons were a link connecting pre-revolutionary and Soviet humor.
M. Zoshchenko, by his own admission, learned from Teffi the ability to find "perfectly funny words". "A cheerful oysters" Averchenko, "anthropomorphic" Teffi, "heroes in need of spirit" heroes of Sasha the Black came to life in the novels of Ilf and Petrov "Twelve Chairs" and "The Golden Calf", in the pages of Soviet satirical publications. They are still alive today and will continue to live as long as there exists and even wins people's philistine vulgarity. We will not write it with a capital letter, as did Averchenko, she does not deserve it. Maybe laughter really wins it someday, because humor, according to Averchenko's apt definition, is "a gift from the gods."
L. Spiridonova
Arkady Averchenko
Dedicated to A. Ya. Sadovskaya
The royal garden at this time of the day was open, and the young writer Ave unhindered to go there. After wandering a bit along the sandy paths, he lazily sat down on a bench on which an elderly gentleman with a friendly face was already sitting.
The elderly gentleman turned to Ave and after some hesitation asked:
- Who are you?
- I? Ave. Writer.
"A good profession," the stranger smiled approvingly. - Interesting and honorable.
- And who are you? - asked ingenuous Ave.
- I have something? Yes the king.
"This country?"
- Of course. And what kind of ...
In turn, Ave said no less sympathetic:
- Also a good profession. Interesting and honorable.
"Oh, do not tell me," the king sighed. - Honorable, it is honorable, but there is nothing interesting in it. I must tell you, young man, the kingdom is not as honey as many people think.
Ave threw up his hands and cried out in amazement:
- It's even amazing! I have not met a single person who would be satisfied with his fate.
- Are you satisfied? The king's eyes narrowed ironically.
"Not really." Sometimes a critic curses so much that he wants to cry.
- Here you see! For you there are no more than a dozen or more critics, and I have millions of critics.
"I would not be afraid of any criticism if you were in your place," Ave thought thoughtfully, and, shaking his head, added with a bearing the experienced king. - The whole thing is to write good laws.
The king waved his hand:
- Nothing will come of it! Still no use.
- Have you tried?
- I tried it.
- I would be in your place ...
"Uh, in my place!" The old king cried nervously. "I knew many kings who were bearable writers, but I do not know of any writer who was at least third-rate, the last rank, king. In my place ... I would plant you for a week, see what will come of you ...
"Where ... would you land?" Carefully asked the detailed Ave.
"To my place!"
- A! In its place ... Is it possible?
- From what! At least to do this, we need to do it so that we, the kings, are less envious ... so that we, kings, are less criticized and criticized!
Ave modestly said:
"Well, well ... I'll try, perhaps." Only I must warn: it happens to me for the first time, and if I seem somewhat unaccustomed to you a little ... um ... ridiculous - do not judge me.
"Nothing," the king smiled good-naturedly. "I do not think you have done a lot of stupid things in a week ... So, you want to?"
- I'll try. By the way, I have in mind a small, but very cute law. Today it could be made public.
- With God! The king nodded. "Let's go to the palace." And for me, by the way, it will be a week of rest. What law is this? Not a secret?
- Today, walking along the street, I saw a blind old man ... He walked, feeling his hands and a stick at home, and every minute risked getting under the wheels of the crews. And no one had anything to do with him ... I would like to publish a law according to which city police should take part in blind passers-by. The policeman, noticing the blind man walking, is obliged to take him by the hand and carefully conduct it to the house, guarding him from the carriages, pits and ruts. Do you like my law?
"You are a good fellow," the king smiled wearily. "May God help you." And I'll go to bed.
"Poor blind people ..."
For three days, the humble writer Ave reigned. It is necessary to give him justice - he did not use his power and advantage of his position. Anyone else in his place would have planted critics and other writers in jail, and the population would have obliged to buy only their books - and at least one book a day for every soul, instead of the morning rolls ...
Ave overcame the temptation to issue such a law. He made his debut, as promised to the king, "The law on seeing blind people by policemen and about protecting these people from the destructive action of external forces, such as carriages, horses, pits, etc.".
One day (it was the fourth day in the morning), Ave stood in his royal office by the window and looked absentmindedly at the street.
Suddenly his attention was attracted by a strange sight: two policemen were dragging him by the collar of a passer-by, and a third kick kicked him from behind.
With youthful agility, Ave ran out of the office, flew off the stairs and in a minute found himself on the street.
"Where are you taking him?" What are you striking for? What did this man do? How many people did he kill?
"He did not do anything," the policeman replied.
"What are you doing and why are you chasing him?"
"Why, he, your ladyship, is blind." We have it by law to the site and fiber.
- According to law? Is there really such a law?
- And how! Three days ago it was made public and entered into force.
Ave, shocked, grabbed his head and squealed:
"My law!"
Behind a solid passer-by muttered a curse and said:
- Well, the laws are now published! What are they just thinking about? What do they want?
- Yes, - supported another voice, - an intelligent tip: "Everyone seen on the street blind man grabbed by the scruff of the neck and dragged to the station, rewarding on the way with kicks and kolotushkami." Very clever! Extremely kind! Amazing care!
As a whirlwind flew Ave into her royal office and shouted:
"The Minister is here!" Find it and immediately invite to the office! I have to investigate the case myself!
Under investigation, the mysterious case of the law "On the Protection of the Blind from the External Forces" was clarified.
The situation was as follows.
On the first day of his reign, Ave called on the minister and told him:
"We need to issue a law" On the caring attitude of policemen to passers-by blind people, about escorting them home and about protecting these people from the destructive effect of external forces, such as carriages, horses, pits, etc. ".
The minister bowed and left. Now he summoned the chief of the city to him and said to him:
- Declare the law: not to allow blind people to walk the streets without escorts, and if there are none, then replace them with policemen, whose duties should be the delivery to the place of destination.
Coming out from the minister, the chief of the city invited the chief of police to his place and ordered:
- There, blind people in the city, they say, go without escort. This is not allowed! Let your cops take lone blind men by the hand and lead them where necessary.
- I'm listening, sir.
The chief of police called the chiefs of the units on the same day and told them:
"Here's what, gentlemen. We were informed about a new law, according to which every blind man, seen in the reeling on the street without escort, is picked up by the police and delivered where it should be. Do you understand?
"That's right, Master!"
The chiefs of the units dispersed in their places and, calling the police sergeants, said:
- Gentlemen! Explain to the cops a new law: "Every blind man who staggers around the streets, interfering with the crew and pedestrian movement, grab and drag where he should go."
"What do you mean" where should I go? " Then the sergeants asked each other.
"Probably to the station." On the landing ... Where else ...
- Probably so.
- Guys! Said the sergeants, bypassing the cops. "If you see the blind men wandering the streets, grab those canals by the scruff of their neck and drag them to the station !!"
"And if they do not want to go to the station?"
"How will they not?" A pair of good cuffs, clout, a strong kick from behind - probably run!
After finding out the case of "protecting the blind from external influences," Ave sat down at his luxurious royal table and cried.
Someone's hand fell gently on his head.
- Well? Did I not say when I first learned about the law of "guarding the blind" - "poor blind men!"? You see, in all this history the poor blind have lost, and I won.
"What did you win?" Ave asked, looking for his hat.
- But how? One of my critics is less. Farewell, dear. If you decide to carry out any reform - come.
"Wait!" - thought Ave and, jumping over ten steps of a luxurious royal staircase, fled.
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