The story is told from the perspective of the protagonist, the boy Tolya.

The boy Tolya Nashchokov lived in Simferopol with his mother Katya. Tolya's mother was the youngest in his class, the boy loved her very much and took care of her. He knew his father only from photographs - he died at the front very young. Today Tolya has a holiday - Uncle Nikolai came to visit, who studied with the boy's father, and during the war he flew heavy bombers with him.

Katya forbade her son to miss classes, so Tolya came home after the guest arrived. Even from the hallway, he heard the conversation of his mother and uncle Nikolai. He persuaded Katya to move to him in Moscow, in a new, recently allocated apartment. Tolya was delighted: he really wanted to live with his uncle Nikolai and is proud that he flies on the IL-18 passenger liner.

Katya was in no hurry to agree - at first she wanted to ask her son. Tolya was about to say that he agreed, but did not have time - the room started talking about his father. Uncle Nikolai did not understand why he sunk into Katya's soul so much, because they had known each other for only six months. But for Katya, the whole life fit in these six months.

They are remembered forever. He was kind, strong and very honest.

Angry, Uncle Nikolai declared that Lieutenant Nashchokov did not die, but surrendered without resistance. He learned about this from recently found fascist documents.

Katya got angry and said that Uncle Nikolai should not come to them anymore. Tolya was also offended by his father. He wanted to expel the guest, but was afraid to burst into tears and left the apartment unnoticed.

When Tolya returned home, Uncle Nikolai was gone. Mom cried and said that they were leaving for Gurzuf, where her father, Tolin's grandfather, had been waiting for them for a long time.

Two weeks later, Katya began to get ready for the journey. Tolya's best friend, Leshka, brought a letter from Uncle Nikolai, which he intercepted from the postman. At the sight of the letter, the boy almost burst into tears and told Leshka about everything. He advised his friend not to give a damn about Uncle Nikolai - he was and is not. But Tolya liked Uncle Nikolai so much! ... In the evening, Katya put an unopened letter in an envelope and sent it back to Moscow.

Having reached Alushta by bus, Katya and her son boarded a steamboat. In the Gurzuf Bay, their grandfather was already waiting for them, who once served as a cook on a ship, and now works as a cook in a cheburechnaya. It turned out that the captain of the ship, Kostya, was an old acquaintance of his grandfather.

Grandfather lived in a private house, and Tolya was put to sleep in the yard under a flowering peach tree. In the morning, their neighbor Maria Semyonovna Volokhina came to meet them. Seeing that Katya was a beauty, the neighbor purred that “men are affectionate in the resorts,” and a beautiful woman will not disappear here. Katya did not like these hints.

After breakfast, mother and son wandered around the red-hot Gurzuf for a long time.

I was silent and my mother was silent. It seemed to me that my mother wanted to torture herself and me.

Tolya "thought that mother looked like a wounded bird."

On the same day, grandfather arranged for Katya to work in a sanatorium in her specialty - a nurse. He forced his daughter to confess that she came here because of a quarrel with Nikolai. Grandfather admitted that Tolya's father really survived and remained in a foreign country.

The boy was terribly upset that his own grandfather considers his father a traitor. He began to argue, and then jumped out into the street and ran away. Tolya decided that his grandfather hates him because of his resemblance to his father, and this resemblance does not allow his mother to forget about her husband. He went to the pier, intending to leave and settle with a friend Leshka.

On the pier, the boy met an acquaintance, Captain Kostya, and asked him to take him to Alushta for free. The captain took Tolya on board and quickly found out why he went on the run. Kostya said that three sons of his grandfather died in the war - they defended the Crimea, fought together with the captain. Then he reminded Tolya about his mother and persuaded him to return. At the Gurzuf pier, the alarmed grandfather was already waiting for the boy.

Gradually, Tolya got used to the new city. He met his neighbor Volokhin, who worked as a physical education teacher in a sanatorium, and he began to let the boy into the territory to play tennis with vacationers.

One day, Maria Semyonovna again appeared to Katya and offered to earn extra money. She rented out rooms to vacationers. There were still places in her house, but the police would not register such a number of people. The enterprising Volokhina suggested that Katya register extra vacationers on her square, and settle with a neighbor, and promised to pay for it. Katya refused "free money", which angered Maria Semyonovna.

In retaliation, the Volokhins spread throughout the district that Katya's husband was a traitor who voluntarily surrendered to the Nazis, and Tolya was no longer allowed into the territory of the sanatorium. Only Captain Kostya stood up for the Nashchokovs - somehow he almost beat a nasty neighbor.

Katya had already begun to regret that she had come to Gurzuf when Tolya received a letter from Leshka. The envelope contained an unopened letter from Czechoslovakia—several yellowed pages and a note from an old Czech. During the war, he lost his address and searched for Katya for several years in order to give her the last letter from her husband.

Pilot Karp Nashchokov was shot down over Czechoslovakia, spent ten days in the Gestapo, then ended up in a concentration camp. The Czech comrades helped Karp to escape and sent him to the partisan detachment. Soon the partisans blew up the railway bridge, through which the Germans "carried oil from Romania to Germany."

The next day, the Nazis came to the village, which was under the protection of partisans, and arrested all the children. If in three days the partisans do not hand over the man who blew up the bridge, the children will be shot. If it becomes known that the locals did it, the children will still be shot, so Karp took all the blame. Lieutenant Nashchokov wrote this letter before his execution and asked the old Czech to pass it on to his beloved wife.

When you receive this letter, then tell everyone how I died. The main thing is to find my comrades in the regiment, let them remember me.

Grandfather read the letter all evening, blew his nose, and then took it and left for a “walk”. After that, they stopped gossiping about Katya. Tolya decided to write a letter to his father, and send it to Leshka - a friend can, he will understand.

The next day, Tolya swam in the warm sea, thought about Uncle Kostya, and finally decided to become a naval pilot. Returning from the beach, the boy saw a well-dressed mother - she was going to the Yalta military registration and enlistment office to look for her father's friends. Kostya was waiting for Katya on the pier.

On the embankment, Tolya met a detachment of Artek people. They walked in formation, and then, at the command of the counselor, they shouted: “Good morning to everyone!” After this meeting, Tolya's mood became "so calm and a little sad, but good."

"Good people - good morning!" summary

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2. Vladimir Zheleznikov, "Good people - good morning." Very good work, I advise you to read it in full! Approximate content: the boy Tolya, the hero of the work, was raised by his mother in love with his father-pilot who died in the war. But one day he hears how an acquaintance of his mother, Uncle Nikolai (father's friend and colleague in the regiment), tells her that her husband did not die like a hero, but was captured by the Nazis - allegedly, German documents about him were found. The mother breaks off relations with this man - she continues to love her husband and believe in his heroic death, although she has no evidence. Tolya and her mother are leaving for her grandfather (her father) in Gurzuf. Along the way, they meet the captain of the ship, Kostya, also a former front-line soldier who knows their grandfather well. Mother begins to work in a sanatorium as a nurse. Their neighbor Volokhin also works as a physical education teacher there (his wife, whom the neighbors refused to register as holidaymakers, hints in a fit of anger that their father is a traitor). Further events - the boy's escape from the house, his serious conversation with Kostya on the ship; acquaintance with a girl who calls herself Soyka, a clash between Kostya and Volokhin (the captain protects the boy's mother). . Suddenly, they receive a letter from Czechoslovakia, in an envelope - leaflets written by the hand of Tolya's father and a letter from his Czech grandfather, who knew him during the war years. Grandfather Ionek searched for their family for a long time to deliver his last letter. In it, the father tells his story - how he was shot down in an air battle, ended up in a concentration camp, fled, became a partisan. "... we blew up the railway bridge, which the Nazis really needed. They transported oil from Romania to Germany through it. The next day, the Nazis arrived in a village located near the bridge, came to a local school and arrested a whole class of guys - twenty boys and girls. It was "our" village. We had our own people there. One of these was grandfather Jonek, the father of the partisan Frantisek Brejhal. He brought us this news.
The Nazis gave a deadline of three days: if the person who blew up the bridge does not appear within three days, the children will be shot. And then I decided to go to the Gestapo. The Czechs did not let me in, they said: "Our children, we will go." But I replied that if one of them, the Czechs, went, the Nazis could still shoot the guys out of revenge. And if a Russian comes, then the children will be saved." It becomes clear that Tolya's father died like a hero. About her love for her dead husband, her mother spoke like this: "So many years have passed. You only knew him for six months. - They are remembered forever. He was kind, strong and very honest. Once we swam with him to Adalary, in the Gurzuf Bay. They climbed a rock, and I dropped the beads into the sea. He jumped into the water without hesitation, and the rock was twenty meters high. Brave. “Well, it’s just childishness,” said Uncle Nikolai. - And he was a boy, and he died a boy. At twenty-three."

Vladimir Karpovich Zheleznikov

good people good morning

HUMAN HELP

It was a warm sunny autumn. The Carpathians stood in a whitish haze. My motorcycle, rattling the engine, flew towards this haze. The wind tore the skirts of the jacket, but I kept squeezing the gas and squeezing it out.

I went to visit my aunt Magda. I wanted to learn something new about Vasil. He has been in the army for three months now. I was going to Aunt Magda for a long time - things got in the way. And now, when he was going, he squeezed out the gas. But the motorcycle is old, captured, from the war. How much can you get out of this?

A man was standing at the turn onto the mountain road. He must have been waiting for the bus.

I slowed down and shouted:

Comrade, please! I'll take you to the village.

The man looked around, and I recognized Fyodor Motryuk. He was still the same: a long, thin face with a sharp chin, yellow evil eyes.

So, how are the Jehovah's brothers doing? I asked. - Didn't their god come to them?

Motryuk opened his mouth, but said nothing. He was like a beast and, if he could, he would have thrown himself into a fight. And I started the engine and drove on. To Aunt Magda. I was driving and recalling a story that happened ten years ago in the village of Pilnik.

I then worked as an instructor in the district committee of the Komsomol. I ended up in Transcarpathia during the war. I was wounded here, rested in the hospital, and when I recovered, I was demobilized. And I stayed in Transcarpathia.

There was a lot of work to organize schools. Previously, in many villages, children did not study at all. Especially in the mountains. They lived in poverty. The fight against religious prejudices was also very important. And now we have a pass in the Carpathians with this, not everything is safe. And then… Jehovah's brothers especially hindered us.

Once I arrived in the village of Pilnik. There they accepted the guys as pioneers.

The guys stood in the school hall, about ten people. Adults also came here - men, women, old people.

The children of the Jehovists did not come, - said the director of the school. - Only Vasil, the son of Aunt Magda. Motryuk, they say, threatened that if one of the children of Jehovah's Witnesses became a pioneer, then Jehovah would demand a sacrifice.

What is Vasil? I asked.

The one on the far right.

Vasil had a thin face, black hair, and large sad eyes. All the guys were in light dresses, and he alone was in a dark shirt.

After being admitted to the pioneers, the guys showed an amateur concert, and then the movie was supposed to begin. I stood in the front and smoked. And suddenly I see: Vasil went to the exit.

Vasil, - I called out to him. - Aren't you going to stay in the cinema?

Vasil cast a frightened glance at me and said:

Why? It can be seen that small children are waiting for you at home?

Neither. He smiled a little and shot me a wary glance again.

Can I visit you? Who do you live with?

With mom. - Vasil was silent. - Come in if you want.

We left the school and walked to Vasil's house. They walked in silence. I felt that Vasil was worried and wanted to say something. I stopped and lit a match to light it. By the light of the match, he looked at the boy.

And he made up his mind.

Don't come to us, he said. - My mother is a Jehovist.

Are you also a Jehovist?

Yes, Vasily answered quietly.

Why did you join the pioneers?

I wanted like everyone else. Pioneers arrange fees, help collective farmers. We went to the theater in the city.

Do you think, - I asked, - your mother will pull me into her faith?

Vasil was silent. And we went forward again.

I wanted to see Vasil's mother. For a long time I was getting close to these Jehovists, but nothing worked out for me. Motryuk, the leader of the Jehovists, firmly held them in his hands. And then I firmly decided to talk to Vasil's mother. “Since Vasil decided to join the pioneers, it means that his mother is more conscious than others,” I thought. But it turned out not to be so.

Here, - said Vasil and stopped. It was clear that he was afraid.

Don't be afraid, Vasil, - I said. - Let's not get lost!

He opened the door to the room, and the dim light of the lamp fell on him. Jehovists did not use electric light. A woman was sitting at the table, her handkerchief was tied so low that it covered her forehead. She looked at Vasil and suddenly screamed, rushed to meet her son, fell on her knees in front of him and spoke quickly. She pointed to the tie, but every time she pulled her hand away - she was afraid to touch it.

I came out of the darkness and said:

Good afternoon, Aunt Magda. Receive guests.

The woman looked at me in fear. She got up from her knees, bent her head low so that I could not see her face, and went into a dark corner. I didn't extract a word from Aunt Magda. I talked about Vasil, about how he will study, about what a new good life begins ...

"Good morning to good people!", a summary of which is given in this article, is a famous story by the Russian children's writer and playwright Vladimir Karpovich Zheleznikov. For the first time he saw the light in 1961 in the capital's Children's State Publishing House.

about the author

In addition to the story - good morning!" (a summary allows you to get acquainted with the plot in detail), Zheleznikov wrote dozens of popular books for children and adolescents.

The writer was born in Vitebsk in 1925. After the war he moved to Moscow. He tried himself at the artillery school, then at the Faculty of Law, but in the end in 1957 he graduated from the Gorky Literary Institute. He worked in the children's illustrated magazine "Murzilka".

In addition to working on books, he wrote scripts, many of his works were filmed. So, in 1965, the family film by Ilya Fraz "Traveling with Luggage" was released, based on the story of the same name by Zheleznikov. His most famous film adaptations are the comedy of the same Ilya Frez "The Eccentric from the Fifth" B "and the drama of Rolan Bykov" Scarecrow ". Zheleznikov also has a story of the same name.

In recent years, he has moved away from the teenage theme in his scripts. In 2000, together with Galina Arbuzova and Stanislav Govorukhin, he took part in the work on the script for the historical film "Russian Riot" by Alexander Proshkin based on Pushkin's story "The Captain's Daughter". In 2004, he became one of the scriptwriters for the drama Moth Games.

Zheleznikov died in 2015. He was 90 years old.

The narration in the story "Good morning to good people!", A summary of which is in this article, is conducted on behalf of the boy Tolya Nashchokov.

The main character lives in Simferopol with his mother Katya. He did not remember his father, he saw only in photographs - he died at the front. The story begins with the fact that Tolya is preparing for the holiday - Uncle Nikolai comes to him, who studied with his father, and flew bombers with his father during the war.

The boy wanted to skip classes, but his mother strictly forbade him. Therefore, he returned home after the guest arrived. From the hallway, he heard Uncle Nikolai persuading his mother to go to Moscow with him. Tolya rejoices at such a prospect, because he is not averse to living with this courageous person.

However, Katya is in no hurry to agree - she wants to consult with her son. Even the summary of "Good people - good morning!" Zheleznikova allows you to feel the experiences of the boy. He is about to run into the room and say that he agrees, but then the conversation turns to his father. Uncle Nikolai wonders why he is so important to Katya, because they have known each other for only six months. But Katya insists that her whole life fit into this time.

The truth about Tolya's father

From the summary and description of "Good people - good morning!" we learn that an angry Nikolai says that in fact officer Nashchokov did not die. He shamefully surrendered to the Germans as a prisoner. This, according to him, became known quite recently from the documents of the Nazis.

In response, Katya declares that she does not want Nikolai to come to them anymore. Tolya also gets upset because of her father and runs away from the apartment so as not to burst into tears.

Returning home, he learns from his mother that they are going to leave for Gurzuf, to Tolya's grandfather.

On the road

In a summary of "Good people - good morning!" describes how the Nashchokovs are going on the road. On the eve of departure, Tolya's friend, Lesha, brings a letter from Uncle Nikolai. Then Tolya confesses everything to him, and Leshka convinces him not to give a damn about this Nikolai, since he speaks like that about his father. On the same day, Tolya's mother sends an unopened letter back to Moscow.

By the summary of the story - good morning! "You can find out in detail the plot of the work. In Gurzuf, their grandfather is waiting for them, who once worked as a cook on a ship, and now a cook in a cheburechnaya. And the captain of the ship on which Tolya sailed with his mother is his good friend .

Grandpa's life

Grandfather's main characters settle in a private house. Tolya is put to sleep right in the yard. According to the summary "Good morning to good people!" Zheleznyakov, you can trace the emergence of new characters. So, in the morning, a neighbor comes to meet the Nashchokovs. Her name is Maria Semyonovna.

The neighbor begins to hint at the beauty of Tolya's mother, promising that such a woman will definitely not disappear at the resort. She doesn't like such assumptions.

Katya quickly finds herself a job. She gets a job as a nurse in a sanatorium. Grandpa inquires about the true reasons for their arrival. Having learned about the quarrel with Nikolai, he says that he always admitted that Tolin's father could remain alive abroad.

Tolya runs away

Even in a very brief content "Good people - good morning!" an episode of Tolya's quarrel with his grandfather is given because he suspected his father of betrayal. He jumps out of the house and runs to the pier. He wants to return to his friend Leshka.

On the pier, he meets a familiar captain and asks to take him to Alushta. The captain takes him on board and finds out why he ran away from home. Tolya learns that his grandfather's three sons died in the war. At the end, the captain reminds him of his mother and persuades him to return.

Tolya does just that. Gradually, he gets used to the new city. Volokhin's neighbor, who works as a physical education teacher in a sanatorium, lets him play on the tennis courts.

Scandal with neighbors

At this time, Tolin's mother spoils relations with others. Maria Semyonovna offers her to earn extra money. She rents rooms to vacationers, but she has much more space than the police can prescribe. She offers Katya to register vacationers at her place, and to settle at a neighbor's. Katya refuses such earnings, then a neighbor spreads the news throughout the district that Tolya's father is a traitor who voluntarily surrendered to the Nazis.

Suddenly, Tolya receives a letter from Leshka. In it, he finds an unopened envelope from Czechoslovakia. This is a note from an old Czech who, during the war, lost the address of Tolya's mother, and then searched for her for many years in order to convey the last letter from her husband.

The truth about Tolin's father

So the truth about Katya's husband is revealed. In a summary of "Good people - good morning!" on the brief and in this article this story is described in detail. It turns out that Lieutenant Karp Nashchokov was shot down by enemy aircraft over the territory of Czechoslovakia. He spent 10 days in the Gestapo, then was sent to a concentration camp.

Thanks to his Czech comrades, he escaped to freedom and joined the local partisan detachment. Just this detachment carried out many sabotage against the Nazis, for example, they managed to blow up the railway bridge, with the help of which the Nazis transported oil to Germany from Romania. This was a large part of their income.

In the morning, the Nazis showed up in the village, next to which the partisan detachment was located. They arrest all the children. The Germans announce an ultimatum, if within three days the partisans do not give up the person who blew up the bridge, all the children will be shot. Karp Nashchokov makes a brave decision - he takes all the blame. The letter that his family receives after so many years, he wrote on the eve of the death penalty. He asked an old Czech who happened to be nearby to convey this message to his wife.

It was important for him that his wife told everyone how he died. And also Nashchokov asks to find his comrades in the regiment so that they remember him with a kind word.

Grandfather could not tear himself away from the letter all evening, and then, upset, went for a walk. Gossip about Katya immediately stopped.

Soon, when Tolya was swimming in the local sea, he once again remembered Uncle Kostya. At that moment, he firmly decided to become a naval pilot. On the way back from the beach, he meets his mother, who goes to the Yalta military enlistment office to find his father's friends. Captain Kostya is already waiting for her at the pier.

Soon Tolya meets a detachment of Artek residents, at the command of the counselor, they wish everyone good morning. The soul of the protagonist becomes lighter.

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Zheleznikov Vladimir
good people good morning
Vladimir Karpovich Zheleznikov
good people good morning
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The book by a well-known children's writer, laureate of the USSR State Prize, includes the stories "The Life and Adventures of an Eccentric", "The Last Parade", "Scarecrow" and others. What happens to the heroes of the stories can happen to any modern schoolchild. And yet they can teach their peers to pay attention to people, to the environment. The author depicts adolescents in such life situations when they have to make a decision, make a choice to recognize evil and indifference, that is, it shows how children are tempered morally, learn to serve goodness and justice.
Published in connection with the 60th anniversary of the writer.
For middle age.
Today we have a holiday. My mother and I always have a holiday when Uncle Nikolai, an old friend of my father, arrives. They have studied once at school, sat on the same desk and fought against the Nazis: they flew heavy bombers.
I never saw my dad. He was at the front when I was born. I have only seen him in photographs. They hung in our apartment. One, large, in the dining room above the sofa on which I slept. On it, dad was in military uniform, with shoulder straps of a senior lieutenant. And two other photographs, quite ordinary, civilian ones, hung in my mother's room. Dad there is a boy of about eighteen, but for some reason mom loved these daddy's photos the most.
Dad often dreamed of me at night. And maybe because I didn't know him, he looked like Uncle Nikolai.
... Uncle Nikolai's plane arrived at nine o'clock in the morning. I wanted to meet him, but my mother did not allow me, she said that it was impossible to leave the lessons. And she tied a new scarf around her head to go to the airfield. It was an extraordinary scarf. It's not about the material. I don't know much about materials. And the fact that dogs of different breeds were painted on the scarf: shepherd dogs, shaggy terriers, spitz, great danes. So many dogs can be seen at once only at the exhibition.
In the center of the scarf was a huge bulldog. His mouth was open, and for some reason notes flew out of it. Music Bulldog. Great bulldog. Mom bought this scarf a long time ago, but she never wore it. And then I put it on. One might have thought that she was specially saving for the arrival of Uncle Nikolai. She tied the ends of the handkerchief at the back of her neck, they barely reached out, and immediately became like a girl. I don’t know about anyone, but I liked that my mother looked like a girl. I think it's very nice when a mother is so young. She was the youngest mother in our class. And one girl from our school, I heard myself, asked her mother to make herself such a coat as my mother had. Funny. Moreover, my mother's coat is old. I don't even remember when she sewed it. This year, his sleeves were frayed, and my mother tucked them in. "Short sleeves are in fashion now," she said. And the scarf suits her very well. He even made a new coat. In general, I do not pay any attention to things. I am ready to walk for ten years in the same uniform, only so that my mother dresses more beautifully. I liked it when she bought herself new clothes.
At the corner of the street, we parted ways. Mom hurried to the airfield, and I went to school. Five steps later I looked back, and my mother looked back. We always, when parting, having walked a little, look back. Surprisingly, we look around almost at the same time. Let's look at each other and move on. And today I looked back again and from a distance I saw a bulldog on the very top of my mother's head. Oh, how I liked him, that bulldog! Music Bulldog. I immediately came up with a name for him: Jazz.
I barely waited for the end of classes and rushed home. He pulled out the key - my mother and I have separate keys and slowly opened the door.
"Let's go to Moscow," I heard Uncle Nikolai's loud voice. - They gave me a new apartment. And Tolya will be better with me, and you will rest.
My heart was pounding. Go to Moscow with Uncle Nikolai! I secretly dreamed about it for a long time. To go to Moscow and live there together, never parting: me, my mother and uncle Nikolai. Walk with him by the hand to the envy of all the boys, seeing him off on another flight. And then tell how he flies on the passenger turboprop liner Il-18. At an altitude of six thousand meters, above the clouds. Is this not life? But my mother replied:
- I have not decided yet. We need to talk to Tolya.
"Oh, my God, she hasn't decided yet!" I protested. "Well, of course, I agree."
- Right, it's funny to me. Why did he stick in your memory so much? - This is Uncle Nikolai talking about my father. I was about to enter, but then I stopped. - It's been so many years. You only knew him for six months.
- They are remembered forever. He was kind, strong and very honest. Once we swam with him to Adalary, in the Gurzuf Bay. They climbed a rock, and I dropped the beads into the sea. He jumped into the water without hesitation, and the rock was twenty meters high. Brave.
“Well, it’s just childishness,” said Uncle Nikolai.
- And he was a boy, and he died a boy. At twenty-three.
- You idealize him. He was ordinary, like all of us. By the way, he liked to brag.
"You're evil," Mom said. I didn't even know you were evil.
- I'm telling the truth, and it's unpleasant for you, - answered Uncle Nikolai. - You don’t know, but he didn’t die on the plane, as you were told. He was taken prisoner.
Why didn't you tell me about this before?
- I just found out myself. Found new documents, fascist. And it was written there that the Soviet pilot, Senior Lieutenant Nashchokov, surrendered without resistance. And you say you're brave. Maybe he was a coward.
- Shut up! Mom shouted. - Shut up now! You can't think of him like that!
“I don’t think, but I guess,” answered Uncle Nikolai. - Well, calm down, it's long gone and has nothing to do with us.
- It has. The Nazis wrote, but you believed? Since you think so of him, you have no reason to come to us. You won't understand me and Tolya.
I had to go in and kick out Uncle Nikolai for his words about dad. I had to go in and say something to him to make him roll out of our apartment. But I couldn’t, I was afraid that when I saw my mother and him, I would simply burst into tears from resentment. Before Uncle Nikolai could answer my mother, I ran out of the house.
It was warm outside. Spring began. Near the entrance stood familiar guys, but I turned away from them. My biggest fear was that they had seen Uncle Nikolai and would start asking me questions about him. I walked and walked and kept thinking about Uncle Nikolai and could never figure out why he said so badly about dad. After all, he knew that my mom and I love dad. Finally I returned home. Mom sat at the table and scratched the tablecloth with her fingernail.
I did not know what to do, and took my mother's handkerchief in my hands. Began to consider it. On the very corner was a small eared dog. Not thoroughbred, ordinary mongrel. And the artist regretted the colors for him: he was gray with black spots. The dog put his face on his paws and closed his eyes. A sad dog, not like Jazz the bulldog. I felt sorry for him, and I decided to come up with a name for him too. I named him Foundling. I don't know why, but it seemed to me that this name suits him. He was somehow random and lonely on this scarf.
- You know, Tolya, we'll go to Gurzuf. - Mom started crying. - To the Black Sea. Grandfather has been waiting for us for a long time.
"Okay, mom," I replied. - Let's go, just don't cry.
* * *
It's been two weeks. One morning I opened my eyes, and above my sofa, on the wall, where my father's portrait in military uniform hung, it was empty. All that was left of it was a square dark spot. I was frightened: "Suddenly, my mother believed Uncle Nikolai and therefore took off my father's portrait? Suddenly she believed it?" He jumped up and ran to her room. There was an open suitcase on the table. And in it were dad's photographs and his old flight cap, which we had preserved from the pre-war period, were neatly stacked. Mom was packing for the trip. I really wanted to go to Gurzuf, but for some reason it became a shame that there was a dark spot on the wall instead of my father's photograph. Kinda sad, that's all.
And then my best friend Leshka came to me. He was the smallest in our class, and sat on a high desk. Because of it, only Leshkin's head was visible. He therefore nicknamed himself "Professor Dowell's head." But Leshka has one weakness: he chatted in class. And the teacher often made comments to him. One day at the lesson she said: "We have girls who pay a lot of attention to their hairstyles." We turned towards Leshkin's desk, we knew that the teacher was hinting at his neighbor. And he stood up and said: "Finally, this does not seem to apply to me." Silly, of course, and not at all witty. But it turned out terribly funny. After that, I just fell in love with Leshka. Many laughed at him that he was small and his voice was thin, girlish. But not me.
Leshka handed me a letter.
“I got it from the postman,” he said. - And then get the key and climb into the mailbox.
The letter was from Uncle Nicholas. I was completely pissed off. I did not notice how tears came to my eyes. Leshka was confused. I never cried, even when I grabbed a hot iron and burned my hand badly. Lyoshka stuck to me, and I told him everything.
- About your folder - this is sheer nonsense. I received so many orders for bravery - and suddenly I chickened out! Nonsense. And don't give a damn about this Nicholas! Was and no. And that's it. Why do you need him?
"No, even Lyoshka could not understand this. He had a father, but I never had him. And I used to like Uncle Nikolai so much!" I thought.
In the evening I gave the letter to my mother. She took a new envelope, sealed Uncle Nikolai's unopened letter in it, and said:
- Let school be over soon. Let's go to Gurzuf, and you will wander around the very places where dad and I wandered.
* * *
We traveled by bus from Simferopol to Alushta. On the bus, my mother was severely seasick, and we transferred to the ship.
The ship went by flight from Alushta to Yalta, through Gurzuf. We sat on the bow and waited for departure. A broad-shouldered, red-faced sailor in dark glasses walked by, looked at my mother and said:
- You will be flooded with water.
“Nothing,” Mom replied. She pulled a handkerchief out of her bag and tied her head.
The sailor climbed into the wheelhouse. He was the captain. And the ship sailed away.
A strong wind blew from the Gurzuf Bay and raised a wave. And the bow of the ship broke the wave, and large drops of spray fell on us. A few drops fell on my mother's handkerchief. A large stain appeared where the bulldog Jazz had stood. My face was also wet. I licked my lips and coughed from the salty sea water.
All passengers went to the stern, and my mother and I remained in our original places.
Finally, the ship moored, and I saw my grandfather - my mother's father. He was in a canvas jacket and a sailor's vest. Once upon a time, grandfather sailed as a ship's cook, and now he worked as a cook in a city cheburechnaya. He made pasties and dumplings.
The ship hit a wooden platform, the sailor strengthened the mooring cable. The captain leaned out the window.
- Hello coco! Are you going to Yalta?
- Hello, captain! I meet my daughter, - the grandfather answered and hurried to meet us.
And my mother, as she saw her grandfather, rushed to him and suddenly burst into tears.
I turned away.
The captain took off his dark glasses, and his face became normal.
- Listen, brother, how long are you here?
At first I did not understand that he was addressing me, but then I guessed. There was no one around.
- We, - I say, - for good.
“Ah…” The captain shook his head knowingly.
* * *
I woke up to an unfamiliar smell. I slept in the yard under a peach tree. It smelled so strange. Mom was sitting on the bench. She was dressed the same as yesterday. And so it seemed to me that we were still on the road, still not arrived. But we have arrived. Mom just didn't go to bed.
- Mom, - I asked, - what are we going to do?
"I don't know," Mom replied. - But in general, I know. Breakfast.
The gate creaked, and a small plump woman in a dressing gown entered the yard.
“Hello,” she said, “welcome. I am your neighbor, Volokhina Maria Semyonovna. How the old man was waiting for you! What a wait! Everyone said: "I have a beautiful daughter." - The neighbor purred incomprehensibly. “I thought all fathers thought their daughters were beautiful. And now I see that I did not boast ...
"Good afternoon," her mother interrupted. - Have a seat.
- Maria! came a male voice from behind the fence. - I'm going to work!
- Wait! the woman answered rudely and turned back to her mother. My. He has no time for everything! Such a beauty without a hubby! the neighbor continued. Well, you won't get lost here. At the resorts, the men are affectionate.
“Stop it,” Mom said and looked in my direction.
- Maria! - again it was heard from behind the fence. - I'm leaving!
The neighbor ran away. And my mother and I had breakfast and went for a walk around the city. There were few people in the narrow Gurzuf streets. The locals worked, and the vacationers sat by the sea. There was a very intense heat. The asphalt overheated and sagged underfoot like a pillow. But my mother and I walked and walked. I was silent and my mother was silent. It seemed to me that my mother wanted to torture herself and me. Finally we went down to the sea.
“You can swim,” Mom said.
- And you?
- I won't.
The sea was warm and calm. I swam for a long time and kept waiting for my mother to shout for me to return. But my mother did not scream, and I was already tired. Then I looked back. Mom was sitting, somehow awkwardly tucking her legs under her. I thought my mother looked like a wounded bird. Once I found a duck with a broken wing on the lake, she also somehow sat awkwardly. I swam back. Get out on the beach. My legs were trembling from the tension and my ears were pounding violently. He lay on his stomach on the hot stones and lowered his head into his hands. Stones rustled nearby, someone almost walked over my head and stopped. I opened my eyes and saw feet in sandals scratched and knocked down from constant walking on stones. I raised my head. A little girl stood behind her mother and looked at the dogs on a handkerchief. When she noticed that I was staring at her, she turned away from the dogs.
- What is your name? I asked.
- Jay, - the girl answered.
- Jay? - I was surprised. - It's a bird's name. Or maybe you are a forest bird from the breed of passerines?
- Not. I am a girl. I live on Krymskaya street, house four.
“Well, Soyka is so Soyka,” I thought. “You never know what names parents come up with for their children! For example, in our class there was a boy whose name was Tram. His father was the first car driver on the first tram line laid in the city ". It was, one might say, a historical event. In honor of this, he gave his son the name Tram. I don’t know what they call him at home: Tram, or Tram, or Tram? You will break your tongue. Comedy. And Soikin's father is probably a hunter " .
- Jay, - I asked, - is your father a hunter?
- Not. He is a farm fisherman. Brigadier.
Mom turned, looked at Soyka and said:
- Her name is not Soyka, but Zoyka. Truth? (The girl nodded.) It's just that she is still small and does not pronounce the letter "z". “Goodbye, Zoya,” said Mom.
"Goodbye, Jay," I said. Now I liked the name Jay more. Funny name and kind of affectionate.
Grandpa was not at home. He came much later, when the voices of holidaymakers were already heard in the neighboring courtyard. Our neighbor rented out rooms to visitors.
Grandfather came cheerful. He patted me on the shoulder and said:
- Well, that's what, Katyusha (this is my mother's name), tomorrow you will go to get hired. I've already agreed. In a sanatorium, by profession, a nurse.
- That is good! Mom said.
And suddenly the grandfather boiled. He even yelled at his mother:
- How long will you play hide and seek with me? What has happened with you?
Mom told grandfather about Uncle Nikolai and what he said about dad.
- All this is your nit-picking Nikolai. He is a good guy.
“He would be a bad father for Tolya,” my mother said stubbornly.
- Tolya, Tolya! Seven spans in the forehead. Tolya could have lived with me for the first time.
"I won't be without my mother," I said. And she's not going anywhere either. I don't like Uncle Nikolay.
- What are you? You didn't even know your father. Nicholas offended him! And if Nikolai is right, if he still lives somewhere there, in a foreign country?
Grandfather said something terrible. "Daddy lives there, in a foreign country? - I thought. So he's just a traitor."
“That can't be,” I said.
- You understand a lot in people! - answered the grandfather.
"Father, shut up now!" Mom screamed. - Think what you're saying?
I didn't hear her last words. I jumped out of the house and ran through the dark streets of Gurzuf.
- Tolya, Tolya! - I heard the voice of my mother. - Come back! .. Tolya-a! ..
I decided to immediately leave my grandfather, since he told me this. He obviously hates me, because I look like two drops of water like my father. And because of this, mom will never be able to forget about dad. I didn't have a penny of money, but I ran to the pier. There was the same ship on which we arrived in Gurzuf. I approached the captain and asked:
- To Alushta?
- To Alushta!
I thought the captain would recognize me, but he didn't recognize me. I walked a little along the pier and again approached the captain:
- Comrade captain, you didn't recognize me? Yesterday I arrived with my mother on your ship.
The captain looked at me carefully.
- Got it. Where are you going alone so late?
- It is necessary to Alushta, urgently. But I don’t have money, I didn’t have time to grab it from my mother. Let me in without a ticket, and I'll give it to you later.
"All right, sit down," said the captain. - I'll take it.
I jumped on the ship before the captain changed his mind and sat on the last bench in the corner.
The ship sailed away, rocking on the waves. Coastal lights flickered overboard. They moved further and further away, and ahead was the black night sea. It rustled overboard, doused me with cold spray.
A sailor came up to me and said:
- Hey, boy, the captain is calling you to the wheelhouse.
I got up and went. It was difficult to walk, it was rocking strongly, and the deck was slipping from under our feet.
The captain stood at the wheel and looked into the darkness. I don't know what he saw there. But he looked intently and occasionally turned the wheel in one direction or the other. A dim electric bulb burned above it, and the same bulbs burned on the bow and stern of the ship. Finally the captain looked back.

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