Immediately after the publication of the first excerpts in the magazine “Murzilka” in November 1945 - August 1946, Chukovsky’s fairy tale gained popularity among readers: children’s letters came in bags to the editorial office of the All-Union Radio, which broadcast the author’s reading of the poem. However, the subsequent fate of this text was not at all cloudless.
The history of the creation and publication of “Bibigon” is an interesting example of how post-war hopes for changes in society and culture were translated into certain plots and artistic forms, and how these plots and forms were then crowded out by public criticism and publication bans. During the Thaw era, after a long break, “Bibigon” again became available to readers. Since then, he has lived a full life in Soviet and post-Soviet literature. In the period from 2000 to 2010, the fairy tale was republished several times a year, a children's television channel was named after the main character of the poem, and in 2009-2010 Bibigon became one of the hosts of the program “Good night, kids!” However, already in the second half of the 1950s, the atmosphere and circumstances of the first appearance of “Bibigon” were erased from the reader’s memory. Let us restore them here in order to better understand this largely mysterious poem by Chukovsky.
Why is there not a word about war in Bibigon?
Cover of the book “The Adventures of Bibigon”. Artist Mai Miturich. 1963Chukovsky began writing Bibigon in July 1945. Biographers and critics have repeatedly noted that the text there is not a word about the past war - and this deliberate silence, of course, was part of Chukovsky’s plan from the very beginning. He had already tried to write about the war in the genre of a children's fairy tale: in the little-known war poem “Let's Defeat Barmaley!” (1942) allegorically depicted the battle of animals led by Vanya Vasilchikov with the villain Barmaley, and in the finale the defeated villain was shot according to the “national verdict.” At the beginning of 1944, party critics branded this fairy tale as “vulgar and harmful concoction” and declared it “politically dangerous” for transferring human conflicts to the animal world. A scathing article was published in Pravda and branded Chukovsky as an “anti-people” poet. But the decision not to write more about the war for children was not caused by attacks from critics - behind it was the idea of what Soviet children's literature could give to young readers who had just experienced the war.
Chukovsky called “Bibigon” “the last fairy tale of his life,” as if he knew for sure that he would never again turn to the genre that made him famous as a children’s poet. He wanted to complete his path as a poet-storyteller with a work that would be loved and remembered by readers: he edited and rewrote the finished text many times, adding or, conversely, shortening episodes, inserting new characters, and sometimes entire chapters, as if trying to find the ideal form to realize his plan. What did it consist of?
The first thing a reader of any age pays attention to is the combination of poetry and prose in the text, and therefore different intonations and rates of speech. But even in the poetic fragments of “Bibigon” the sizes and rhythms of the verse are distinguished by great diversity: here there are cunning alternations of trisyllabics, and iambic tetrameter with solid masculine endings, and trochees, as in counting rhymes. The intonation of the text ranges from high pathos in the spirit of “Mtsyri” to counting or extremely short prose phrases that stop the flights of Bibigon’s imagination and his sudden movements in space.
Publishing house "Soviet Russia" In “Bibigon”, as in the earlier “Moidodyr”, “The Tsokotukha Fly” and “Fedora’s Mountain”, the fairy tale is tightly integrated into everyday life, only here - for the first time in Chukovsky’s work - the surrounding situation becomes extremely concrete and autobiographical. The action takes place not just in a village or country house, but at the poet’s dacha in the famous writer’s village of Peredelkino. Not just children play with Bibigon, but Chukovsky’s grandchildren and granddaughters, and the other inhabitants of the house act as other characters: the cat, the dog, the housekeeper Fedosya Ivanovna... But the main thing is that the narrator himself, Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky, writes poems about Bibigon , inventing his story, and at the same time is a character in this story, an interlocutor and neighbor of a wonderful little man.
In the summer of 1945, Chukovsky decided that just such a hero with an unbridled imagination should be given to children who suffered during the war, who - there was no doubt about it - were unlikely to expect social and material well-being after the Victory.
How Munchausen turned into Bibigon
Illustration by May Miturich for “The Adventures of Bibigon”. 1963 Publishing house "Soviet Russia" Bibigon’s literary genealogy emerges quite clearly: a dreamer and braggart, constantly getting into trouble, has been to the Moon (and was even born on it), proudly declares his noble origin (“Count Bibigon de Lilliput”), wears a camisole and a cocked hat with a feather... All these features are strikingly reminiscent of Baron Munchausen, the hero whose adventures Chukovsky told in 1923 in an adaptation from the English book by Rudolf Erich Raspe, and then, in 1928, in an adaptation of the book by Gottfried August Burger, who created another one based on Raspe’s book version of the story-call of Munchausen.
In the 1920s and 30s, Munchausen was a dear and important character for Chukovsky: in oral speeches and in critical articles, the poet persistently argued how important fantasy is for the emerging child psychology and worldview, how it develops critical thinking, feeling humor and style. It is no coincidence that Chukovsky invariably included the article “Conversation about Munchausen”, written in 1929, in all subsequent reprints of his book “From Two to Five”. To make the parallel between Bibigon and Munchausen completely transparent, Chukovsky will defiantly place the inquisitive midget on his desk, where “among books and newspapers” he will read “The Adventures of Baron Munchausen.”
However, Bibigon has many features that indicate its significant difference from the prototype. In The Adventures of Munchausen, the Baron is the main character and the only narrator. Neither Raspe nor Burger has the right to vote and pen entrusted to anyone else, which means that no one limits the flight of Munchausen’s imagination. In a 1929 article, Chukovsky noted: Munchausen's stories are structured in such a way that the assessment of their verisimilitude and artistic skill is within the competence of the reader and is based on complete trust in his sanity.
Bibigon is depicted differently. He rarely speaks himself, is mainly described by the narrator-poet and, unlike the clever Munchausen, cannot independently get out of the troubles he constantly gets into at the Peredel-Kinsky dacha yard. If Munchausen always remains safe and sound, then Bibigon constantly experiences major shocks: he drowns at least four times, after a battle with a dragon he finds himself bedridden for a whole month and almost dies from his wounds In one of the early editions of the tale..
Illustration by May Miturich for “The Adventures of Bibigon”. 1963 Publishing house "Soviet Russia" The world of Munchausen is a forest full of dangers and a high road. Bibigon only occasionally leaves the confines of the dacha yard. They sewed clothes for him from scraps of fabric and scraps of paper, built a cozy dollhouse, his food is no larger than a pea, and he drinks from a thimble... Munchausen's scope is reduced to microscopic size, and the big world of an adventure novel compressed to a summer cottage. Bibigon is a Munchausen domesticated and tamed, in the literal sense of the word, since it fits in the palm of your hand.
The narrator repeatedly condemns Bibigon for boasting and narcissism, and even in one of the first chapters he seriously invites his readers to take the obnoxious midget from him. It turns out that Chukovsky, the character from whom we learn about Bibigon’s adventures, performs in the fairy tale the function of a sensible adult who delicately and edifyingly limits children’s fantasies.
Illustration by May Miturich for “The Adventures of Bibigon”. 1963 Publishing house "Soviet Russia" Probably, the image of Munchausen underwent all these transformations for two reasons. Domesticating it, describing his country house and himself, Chukovsky developed the myth he himself created about grandfather Korney, the poet-patriarch, leading an idyllic (and in fact, of course, very difficult) life in Pere-del-kino. In the 1940s, Chukovsky tried to experiment with the paradoxical genre of the fairy tale - first-person testimony. In 1944, in Al-ma-Ata, animator Mikhail Tsekhanovsky filmed Chukovsky’s fairy tale “ Telephone": this animated film combines the filmed image of Chukovsky, who reads the text, as if acting out the events that actually happened to him, and cartoon images of animals. The world of “Bibi-gon” is built on a similar principle.
However, there was another reason. Remembering the harsh criticism that both Russian adaptations of Raspe and Bürger and his own fairy-tale poems were subjected to in their time, Chukovsky wanted to build a strong line of defense against didactic teachers: a hero like Munchausen could no longer get the tale had complete freedom of action; he needed adult guides and intermediaries.
Fantasy rehabilitation
Illustration by May Miturich for “The Adventures of Bibigon”. 1963 Publishing house "Soviet Russia" “The Adventures of Bibigon” could successfully become a fairy tale about how a little boy from nowhere was re-educated in the house of a Soviet writer and successfully socialized in the Soviet Union. In the first chapters, it seems that Chukovsky is leading his narrative precisely to this ending, tested many times in Soviet literature. “I, of course, laughed: “What nonsense!”,” the narrator reports about his reaction to Bibigon’s incredible stories. But gradually pity is mixed with mistrust (“He is thin, / Like a twig, / He is small / Lilliputian”) and even admiration for Bibigon’s courage, and the old poet begins to love Bibigon, respect him and sympathize with him because of his separation from his sister Cincinella .
From episode to episode it becomes clearer that boasting and restlessness are the downsides of Bibigon’s courage. And his main story - about the Moon and Cincinella imprisoned there, the insidious dragon, the evil wizard Brundulyak, hiding under the guise of a turkey - turns out to be true. In the 1956 edition of the fairy tale, all the inhabitants of Peredelkino see, after the death of Brundu-la-ka, how the spell falls not only from the mouse Cincinella, but also from other people whom the turkey once turned into animals: Chukovsky did not spare paints for an obvious political parallel with the process of rehabilitation and release of prisoners that began after Stalin's death.
So the narrator (who is also a skeptical grandfather-poet) goes from distrust to acceptance and approval of fantasy as the most important property of the human personality. He justifies and substantiates it with nothing other than courage, because it was courage and dedication that began to be interpreted by the end of the war as the main virtues of the Soviet people. Hundreds and thousands of pages of pedagogical periodicals, psychology textbooks (revived as part of educational programs just in the middle of the war) and fiction books were devoted to the education of courage.
The Soviet ideological conjuncture of 1945 provided Chukovsky with a very convenient tool for returning to fantasy the rights it had lost in previous decades. However, the ideological shifts that took place already in 1946 became, in turn, the reason for Chukovsky’s defeat in his battle with the opponents of fantasy.
Illustration by May Miturich for “The Adventures of Bibigon”. 1963 Publishing house "Soviet Russia" In July 1946, the Central Committee of the Komsomol began a campaign to introduce an “educational” principle in children's literature. Chukovsky is summoned for a face-to-face analysis of “Bibigon,” which Komsomol officials did not like. Veniamin Kaverin went to defend him. A few days later, the first secretary of the Komsomol Central Committee, Nikolai Mikhailov, rendered a verdict: the poem deserved the sharpest criticism from the very beginning, but none of the writers decided on it - apparently due to friendly relations with Chukovsky.
The famous resolution of the Central Committee of the All-Union Communist Party of Bolsheviks “On the magazines “Zvezda” and “Leningrad”” This resolution was adopted on August 14, 1946. It condemned the activities of the magazines for publishing “slanderous” and “vulgar” works by Mikhail Zoshchenko and Anna Akhmatova. As a result, Akhmatova and Zoshchenko were expelled from the Writers' Union, and their works began to be withdrawn from bookselling networks and libraries, the Leningrad magazine was closed, and the management of the Zvez-da magazine was changed. The main result of the resolution was the strengthening of party control over all types of art and a series of ideological campaigns to destroy authors and movements that aroused even the slightest suspicion of connection with modernism or Western culture. made the situation worse. On August 29, the pages of Pravda published an article by journalist Sergei Krushinsky, “Serious shortcomings of children’s magazines,” where “The Adventures of Bibigon” was criticized for its primitiveness, and the editors of the magazine “Murzilka,” which published the poem, for illegibility. This article meant a ban on continuing publication in Murzilka and the impossibility of any other edition of Bibigon.
By this time, a significant part of the poem had been published in “Murzilka” - however, without the ending, telling about the victory of Bibigon and fantasy (Chukovsky called this part of the tale the best). The author’s performance of “Bibi-gon” was recorded on the radio, and throughout the first half of 1946 Chukovsky collected children’s responses: letters, drawings, crafts, gifts - in order to later organize an exhibition at the Polytechnic Museum.
Krushinsky's article meant the collapse of all these endeavors. Chukovsky himself perceived what happened as a personal, biographical catastrophe: “In essence, I spent my whole life behind paper - and the only mental rest I had was children. Now I have been defamed in front of the children...” And he was right: “Bibigon”, reprints of his other children’s works were suspended for a long time.
Chukovsky was also concerned that his readers never knew the end of the story of the brave Lilliputian:
““Bibigon” was cut off at the most interesting place... The main thing is that as long as evil triumphs, the fairy tale is published. But where the denouement begins, it was not given to the children, it was hidden, the children were deprived of the moral satisfaction that the victory of good over evil gives them.”
“The Adventures of Bibigon” had to wait for publication for more than ten years: the fairy tale was published in 1956 as part of the book “The Miracle Tree”. And in the 60s, when fantasy and the romantic impulse were again held in high esteem, the poem went through three separate editions. However, in general, post-war Soviet literature does not seem to have found the key to this last tale of Chukovsky.
"The Adventures of Bibigon"
Adventure two: Bibigon and galoshes
Adventure Three: Bibigon and the Spider
Adventure five: Bibigon and the bee
End
Adventure one: Bibigon and Brundulyak
I live in a dacha in Peredelkino. It's not far from Moscow. A tiny midget lives with me, a boy the size of a finger, whose name is Bibigon. Where he came from, I don't know. He says he fell from the moon. Both me and my granddaughters Tata and Lena - we all love him very much. And how, tell me, can you not love him!
He's thin
Like a twig
He's small
Lilliputian.
He's no taller, poor fellow.
This little mouse.
And everyone can be a crow
Jokingly destroy Bibigon.
And look how combative he is:
Fearlessly and boldly rushes into battle.
With everyone, with everyone
He's ready to fight
And never
Nobody
Not afraid.
He is cheerful and dexterous,
He is small and brave
Another
Such
I haven't seen it for ages.
Look: he's riding a duckling
Racing with my young rooster.
And suddenly in front of him is his rabid enemy,
The huge and formidable turkey Brundulyak.
And the turkey shouted: - Brundulu! Brundulu!
Now I will ruin you, I will crush you!
And it seemed to everyone
What's happening at this moment
Deadly doom
Threatens Lilliputian.
But he shouted to the turkey
At a gallop:
- I’ll cut it off now
Your evil head!
And, waving his sword,
He rushed at the turkey like an arrow.
And a miracle happened: a huge turkey,
Like a wet chicken, he suddenly shrank,
Backed away towards the forest
Got caught on a stump
And upside down
He fell into a ditch.
And everyone shouted:
- Long live he,
Mighty and Brave
Fighter Bibigon!
But only a few days passed, and Brundulyak appeared in our yard again - sulky, angry and angry. It was scary to look at him. He is so huge and strong. Will he really kill Bibigon?
Seeing him, Bibigon quickly climbed onto my shoulder and said:
- Look: there’s a turkey standing
And looks around furiously.
But don't believe your eyes, -
He's not a turkey. To the ground to us
He came down here secretly
And he pretended to be a turkey.
He is an evil sorcerer, he is a sorcerer!
He can transform people
In mice, in frogs, in spiders,
And lizards and worms!
“No,” I said. “He’s not a sorcerer at all.” He is the most ordinary turkey!
Bibigon shook his head:
- No, he is a sorcerer! Like me
And he was born on the moon.
Yes, on the moon, and for many years
He stalks after me.
And wants to turn me
Into a bug or an ant.
But no, insidious Brundulyak!
There's no way you can deal with me!
I use my valiant sword
All the enchanted people
I will save you from evil death
And I'll blow your head off!
That's how kind and fearless he is - my little Bibigon!
Adventure two: Bibigon and galoshes
Oh, if you only knew what a tomboy and prankster he is!
I saw my galosh today
And he dragged her straight to the stream.
And he jumped into it and sings:
"Forward, my boat, forward!"
But the hero didn’t notice
That the galosh had a hole:
He just set off on his way,
As he had already begun to drown.
He screams, and cries, and groans,
And the galosh keeps sinking and sinking.
Cold and pale
He lies at the bottom.
His cocked hat
Floating on the wave.
But who is that grunting there by the stream?
This is our favorite pig!
She grabbed the little man
And she brought it to our porch.
And my granddaughters almost went crazy,
When the fugitive was seen in the distance:
- It's him, it's him,
Bibigon!
They kiss him and caress him,
As if your own son,
And, laying me down on the bed,
They begin to sing to him:
"Bayushki-bai,
Bibigon!
Sleep, go to sleep,
Bibigon!"
And he was as if nothing had happened
Suddenly he threw off the blanket
And, dashingly jumping onto the chest of drawers,
Sings a boastful song:
"I am a famous captain,
And I'm not afraid of a hurricane!
Yesterday I was in Australia
Then I went further
And near Cape Barnaul
Killed fourteen sharks!"
What can you do with such a braggart! I wanted to tell him that it was a shame to brag, but at that very moment he rushed off into the yard - to new adventures and pranks.
Adventure Three: Bibigon and the Spider
He won't sit still for a minute,
Then he will run after the rooster,
And he will sit astride him.
The one with the frogs in the garden
He plays leapfrog all day.
Then he runs to the garden,
He will pick small peas
And well, shoot on the sly
Into a huge spider.
The spider was silent, the spider endured,
But finally I got angry
And right up to the ceiling
He dragged Bibigon away.
And with its web
So the villain wrapped him up,
That he was hanging by a thread,
Like a fly, head down.
Screams
And it breaks
Bibigon,
And in the web
He is beating.
And straight into a bowl of milk
It flies head over heels from there.
Trouble! Trouble! There is no salvation!
He will die in his prime!
But here from a dark corner
A big toad crawled up
And a paw
I gave it to him
As if
To my brother.
And he laughed
Bibigon,
And at that very moment
He sped off
To the neighboring yard to the hayloft
And there I danced all evening
With some gray-haired rat
And a young sparrow.
And after dinner he left
Play football with the mice
And, returning at dawn,
Fell asleep in a dog kennel.
Adventure Four: Bibigon and the Crow
One day Bibigon saw that an evil crow had caught a young gosling and wanted to take it to its nest. He grabbed a stone and threw it at the crow. The crow got scared, threw the gosling and flew away. The little gosling remained alive.
But three days have passed -
And the crow came down
From above
And grabbed Bibigon
For the pants.
He doesn't give up without a fight
Bibigon!
And kicks and breaks
Bibigon!
But from black
Voronyogo
Nests
He won't leave
Will not be saved
Never.
And in the nest -
Look what
Ugly and evil
Eighteen crows
Like dashing robbers,
They want to destroy him.
Eighteen crows
They look at the unfortunate
They grin and
Know they're hitting him with their noses!
And suddenly it rang out
Shout:
- Yeah, gotcha,
Mischievous!
That is the evil voice of Brundulyak.
Brundulyak is both glad and happy:
- Now, you stupid bully,
There's no way you'll be saved!
But at this very moment
Lena ran up the threshold
And straight into the hands of a midget
Someone threw a flower.
That's a lily!
- Thanks Lena
For this wonderful parachute! -
And straight to Lena's lap
The midget jumped bravely.
But he immediately jumped off her lap and, as if nothing had happened, rushed out of the yard to his friends. And he has many friends everywhere - in the field, in the swamp, in the forest, and in the garden. Everyone loves the daredevil Bibigon: hedgehogs, rabbits, magpies, frogs.
Yesterday two little squirrels
We played burners with him all day
And they danced endlessly
At the starling's name day.
And now it’s like he’s in a tank,
Raced across the yard in a tin can
And rushed into an unequal battle
With my pockmarked chicken.
What about Brundulyak? Brundulyak is up to no good. He stands right there, nearby, under a tree and thinks about how to destroy Bibigon. He must really be an evil sorcerer.
Yes Yes! He's a sorcerer! He’s a wizard!” says Bibigon and points to a shaggy dog running down the street at that moment:
- Look: Barbos is running.
Do you think it's a dog?
No, this is old Agathon,
Your village postman.
Until recently, in every home
With a newspaper or a letter
He came, but one day
The sorcerer said: "Kara-baraz."
And suddenly - lo and behold! - at that very moment
The old man became a watchdog.
“Poor Agathon,” I say with a sigh. “I remember him well.” He had such a big mustache!
And Bibigon sits on my shoulder and points to the neighboring dacha:
- Look, Fedot is standing there.
And he drives the toad away from the gate,
Meanwhile, back in the spring
She was his wife.
“But why aren’t you afraid of the villain?” my granddaughters ask Bibigon. “After all, he can bewitch you too.”
That’s why I’m not afraid, because I’m brave!” Bibigon answers and laughs. “No sorcerers are afraid of the brave!”
Adventure five: Bibigon and the bee
Yes, yes, I’m fearless, I’m brave,” Bibigon repeats with a proud look. And then he waves his saber and, jumping on the duckling, sings:
- I am the famous captain!
And I'm not afraid of a hurricane!
And he rushes to the swamp and demands that, when they see him, all the frogs shout “hurray.”
Of course I don't like it. I can't stand braggarts. But how can I explain to him that it is shameful to brag? However, the other day something happened that should teach the braggart a good lesson:
Bibigon was sitting on my table,
And he boasted of his strength and courage:
- Well, should I?
Mighty
Be afraid of animals!
I am every animal
Stronger and braver!
Trembling before me
Clubfoot bear.
Where should the bear go?
Defeat me!
Not born yet
Such a crocodile
Who would be in battle
Defeated me!
With this hand
To the ferocious lion
Shaggy head
I'll tear it off!
But then she arrived
Furry bee...
“Save me!” he cried.
Trouble! Guard!-
And from her,
Like from a fierce wolf,
Into the inkwell
He dived in headfirst.
Thank you, old woman Fedosya
She grabbed him by the hair.
The poor fellow would be kaput -
Goodbye forever Lilliputian!
But if you knew
How ugly
Shaking and wet
And pathetic and dirty,
Disheveled, barely alive,
Then he appeared before me!
We grabbed him
And run to the apartment
To the old man Moidodyr himself.
Moidodyr cleaned and washed it all day,
But he didn’t wash away, didn’t wash away this black ink!
However, my granddaughters do not grieve,
Bibigon is kissed as before.
“Well,” they say, “nothing!”
We love him black too!
And it’s probably more precious to us
Now that he's black
Looks like a cute black man.
Yes, and he does not lose heart,
runs out onto the porch
And interprets to the children,
What's walking in the yard:
- I wandered around the Caucasus,
I swam in the Black Sea,
The Black Sea is black,
Everything is full of ink!
I took a swim - and at the same time
Became black as coal,
So even on the moon
They envied me.
“Why are you talking about the Moon, Bibigon?” Tata and Lena asked him.
Because the moon is my homeland.
The granddaughters laughed:
What nonsense!
He looked at them and said proudly:
- Yes, I was born on the moon,
I fell here in a dream.
My name in my homeland is
Count Bibigon de Lilliput.
Oh if I could go back
To my native lands!
“Why do you need to fly to the moon?” Tata and Lena asked him.
He was silent for a long time, and then pointed to the Moon and sighed:
- There, on the Moon, is my sister!
She is beautiful and kind.
What happiness I had
frolic with her on the moon!
She has a wonderful garden there,
Where the stars are like grapes
They hang in such clusters,
What is inevitably on the go
No, no, and you’ll tear off a star.
Oh, if only I could quickly
To return to heaven to her,
And with her along the Milky Way,
It’s like walking across a field.
And take a walk in her garden,
Picking up the stars on the go,
And, holding hands, together
Fly to Earth, to this house,
To you, in Peredelkino, here,
And stay here forever!
“Is this really true?” I exclaimed. “Do you really have a sister left there on the Moon?”
He sighed even sadder and said quietly:
- My dear Tsintsinela
Sits and cries on the moon.
For a long time she wanted
Come to Earth to me.
But she is guarded by a terrible
And the disgusting dragon
And the captive of his unfortunate
He won't let you go to earth.
But the time will come: with a bold hand
I'll blow off my enemy's head!
My dear Cincinella
I will save you from the monster.
Adventure Six: Wonderful Flight
Frankly, I didn’t believe him and even laughed at him. But several days passed, and recently, on the seventh of June, the following event happened to Bibigon:
Bibigon was sitting
Under the big burdock
And argued about something
With my rooster.
Suddenly
Got knocked up
Dragonfly in our garden
And I instantly got caught
In his eyes.
And he shouted: “This is my plane!”
Now I'm going on a long flight.
From Africa
I'll fly to Paraguay
Then I will visit my beloved Moon.
Three miracles
From there
I'll bring it to you! -
And he rides a dragonfly in flight!
Look! Look!
He flies over the tree
And he waves his cocked hat cheerfully!
“Goodbye,” he shouts, “
In open battle
I am the evil dragon
I'll kill you like a fly!
And we shouted:
- Where are you going? Wait! -
But we only have an echo
The answer was “oh!”
And no Bibigon!
He's gone, gone!
It's like he melted
Among the blue skies!
And his house remains empty -
A toy house, so cozy, -
Which with your own hands
We made it ourselves:
With a toy bathtub, with a cardboard plate...
Will it really be empty forever?
Now there is an Aglaya doll in this house,
But the Aglaya doll is not alive!
She is not alive, her heart does not beat,
She doesn't sing, doesn't play pranks, doesn't laugh!
And our Bibigosha, even though he is mischievous,
But he is a little man, he is alive, alive.
And the inconsolable granddaughters look into the sky,
And, shedding tear after tear,
Everyone is waiting to see if they will see there, near the cloud,
A dragonfly flying towards them.
And the moon rose over the lilac bushes,
And Tata sadly whispered to Elena:
- Look, am I imagining this?
It's like he's there on the moon!
- He's there, on the moon! He returned there
And said goodbye to our Earth forever!
And for a long time the poor things stand at the porch
And they look and look through binoculars,
And their tears roll endlessly,
Their binoculars were wet from tears.
Suddenly they see -
Striped
Kibitochka
Rolls.
Horned in a wagon
The snail is sitting.
The nimble ones carry her
Whiskered beetles
And black ones
Night moths.
Green grasshoppers
They follow her in a row
And the pipes are gilded
They trumpet incessantly.
The wagon rolls and rolls,
And right on the porch
Merry snail
Throws a letter.
In anxiety and sadness
We ran to the letter
And they started reading.
When they read it,
Forgot all the sorrows
And they started laughing.
Just four lines
On a linden leaf
Bibigon writes to us:
"Yesterday behind a black cloud
With my mighty hand
Defeated and Defeated
Dragon Karakkakon!
Celebrate the victory
I'll come to you on Wednesday.
Take my bow!
Your faithful
BIBIGON."
And the granddaughters are happy:
- We will again
Wash him, dress him, pamper him!
He's alive and well
He'll come back here
And we will never part with him!
We are happily waiting for your welcome guest!
We both wash and clean the toy house.
In a toy house there is peace and comfort.
How fun the midget will live here.
Old woman Fedosya made from white flour
She bakes pies for him, Bibigon.
And Tata and Lena took up the needle
And they sewed him a new cocked hat.
- If only he would come back sooner,
Our little Bibigon!
From your colorful shreds,
Orange, blue and red,
They sewed him a lot of updates -
Smart vests, beautiful pants,
Satin cloaks and camisoles!
Oh, if only Bibigon would come back here!
What a dandy he will be!
But he didn't come back
And no Bibigon!
May be,
Was he swallowed by a crow?
Or maybe he
Choked in the water
In some lake
Or a pond?
Perhaps behind a tree
He got caught
Fell from a plane
And crashed to death?
But one day
We're standing in the rain
And we are waiting for Bibigon,
And we wait for him, we wait...
Look, he's on a dandelion,
Like on a small sofa,
Lounged and sitting
And with some stranger
Long-legged insects
Talking.
My granddaughters squealed with joy
And they raced towards him:
- Where have you been?
Who did you fight with along the way?
Tell me why you are like this
Pale, tired, thin?
Maybe you're unwell?
Should I call the doctors to see you? -
And they kissed him for a long time,
Caressed him, warmed him,
And then they whispered timidly:
- But where is your Cincinela?
“My Tsintsinela!” said Bibigon,
And, sighing heavily, he frowned.
She flew with me today
But she hid, poor thing, in the thicket of the forest,
And she would be glad to meet you,
Yes, she is afraid of the evil sorcerer:
The gray-haired sorcerer is cruel and treacherous,
And he prepares bitter grief for her.
But no, witchcraft will not help him.
I'll fall on him like a thunderstorm,
And over his crafty head
My battle sword will sparkle again!
And again Bibigon smiled tiredly...
But lightning suddenly sparkled in the clouds.
Hurry up and go home!
We're running in the rain
And Bibigon
We carry it with us!
Well, here we are at home!
And honey and tea
Weary traveler
We're treating you!
And he laughed:
- I'm glad,
What came back to you:
Dear your family
I love you like my own family.
But now I'm dead tired
I fought with a fierce enemy,
And I would like a little
Relax here by the window.
He is very angry and strong,
This damn dragon!
And, collapsing on a chair,
He yawned sweetly
And fell asleep.
Quiet! Let him sleep off!
It's no good for us to wake him up!
About all your exploits to us
Tomorrow he will tell himself.
Adventure Seven: The Great Victory of Bibigon
The next day Bibigon brought Tsincinela to us. Tsincinela, a tiny girl who looked like a pink doll, said hello to us in a friendly manner and, grabbing Bibigon by the hand, jumped out of the window straight into the garden. Such a brave, desperate girl! She liked everything in the garden - the flowers, the butterflies, the squirrels, the starlings, the fir cones, and even the fast funny tadpoles that frolic so merrily in the warm puddle. Bibigon did not leave his sister a single step. All day long they ran around the garden, sang songs, and laughed loudly. But suddenly Tsintsinela screamed and ran to me all in tears: she saw in the distance, near the fence, her enemy Brundulyak.
How scary he is!” she repeated. “What evil eyes he has!” Save, save me from him! He wants to destroy me!
Don’t cry, Tsintsinela,” said Bibigon. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Today I will deal with the villain!
And Bibigon began to sharpen his saber, then loaded his pistols and, jumping on the duckling, sang:
- Yes, for my beloved sister
I will die with pleasure!
. . . .
And now he flies to attack
Towards the evil Brundulyak:
- Die, damned sorcerer,
From my valiant sword!
But Brundulyak laughed
And he says to the hero:
- Oh, watch out!
Dear knight,
Otherwise, turn now
Into a bug, or into a worm,
Or into a dung beetle!
After all, it’s not good for anyone,
When will I start doing magic! -
And he pouted
Like a ball
And puffed
Like a samovar.
And ten times
And twenty
He repeated:
"Kara-baraz!"
But not turned into a worm,
Bibigon stands as before.
And Brundulyak became furious:
- So just wait, daredevil!
And again, and again, and again
He repeats the magic word, -
And fifty and sixty,
And eighty times in a row.
And two hundred times
And three hundred times
He says:
"Kara-baraz!"
But Bibigon stands before him,
As before, safe and sound.
Brundulyak saw that he could not bewitch the daredevil, blinked his cowardly eyes, trembled, babbled and whined:
- Don't destroy me!
Don't cut me!
Let me go!
And forgive me!
But Bibigon laughed
In reply:
- Have mercy on you
To the hated one, no!
Now in front of me
And you whine and you whine,
And tomorrow I
Into the worm
You will transform!-
And he thrust a sharp sword into him,
And it struck him to the very heart.
And the turkey collapsed. And from a fat body
The head flew off into the distant weeds.
And the body rolled into a dark ravine,
And the villain Brundulyak disappeared forever.
And everyone laughed, sang, and rejoiced. And everyone ran to my balcony: boys and girls, old men and old women, and they all shouted loudly:
Long live the fearless hero Bibigon! Glory to him and his dear sister Cincinela!
And so, like a king, majestically
He goes out to them on the balcony,
Nods them left and right
And he smiles at everyone.
Green silk camisole
It is lined with silver,
He has a cocked hat in his hand
With a wonderful peacock feather.
And, sparkling in scarlet attire,
Sweet, cheerful and kind, -
Stands smiling next to you
His young sister.
End
Cincinela settled with us, together with her brother, in a toy house, and, of course, we will all try to make her live well and at ease. I bought wonderful picture books for both of them, for Bibigon and his sister, and when it rains or snows, they both read them all day long, quickly running through each page - from letter to letter, from line to line.
And when the New Year comes, I will hide my tiny friends well in the pocket of my warm fur coat, and we will go to the Kremlin for the Christmas tree. And I imagine how glad and happy the children will be when they see with their own eyes the living Bibigon and his cheerful, elegant sister, his sword, his triangular hat and hear his perky speech.
But I ask all Moscow children in advance: when you see Bibigon and Tsintsinela in the Kremlin, or in the Hall of Columns, or in the circus, or in the Obraztsov Puppet Theater, or in the House of Pioneers, or in the metro, or in the children's theater, do not grab them with your hands. , do not pet, because you may accidentally hurt them. And don’t even think about bothering Bibigon. After all, he is a midget, a boy as big as a thumb, and if you somehow carelessly squeeze him, he will remain a cripple for the rest of his life.
And please don't tease him, don't laugh at him, because he's very touchy. If you say a harsh word to him, he will become angry, draw his sword and attack you as enemies.
But if he feels that he and Cincinela are surrounded by friends, he will be happy to play and fool around with you, and then he will climb onto the back of a high chair and until late in the evening he will tell you about his wonderful adventures and exploits: about fights with the Karakula shark, about the journey to the land of Talking Flowers, about combat with the sea giant Kurynda and about many other adventures, about which more
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Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky
The Adventures of Bibigon
Adventure one: Bibigon and Brundulyak
I live in a dacha in Peredelkino. It's not far from Moscow. A tiny midget lives with me, a boy the size of a finger, whose name is Bibigon. Where he came from, I don't know. He says he fell from the moon, but we don't really believe him. Both me and my granddaughters Tata and Lena all love him very much. And how, tell me, can you not love him!
He's thin
Like a twig
He's small
Lilliputian.
He's no taller, poor fellow.
This little mouse.
And everyone can be a crow
Jokingly destroy Bibigon.
And look how combative he is:
Fearlessly and boldly rushes into battle.
With all the enemies
He's ready to fight
And never
Not afraid of anyone.
He is cheerful and dexterous,
He is small and brave
Another one like this
I haven't seen it for ages.
Look: he's riding a duckling
Racing with my young rooster.
And suddenly in front of him is his rabid enemy,
The huge and formidable turkey Brundulyak.
The turkey snorted, he puffed terribly
And his nose became red with rage.
And the turkey shouted: “Brundulyu!” Brundulu!
Now I will ruin you, I will crush you!
And it seemed to everyone
What's happening at this moment
Deadly doom
Threatens Lilliputian.
But he shouted to the turkey
At a gallop:
- I’ll cut it off now
Your evil head!
And, waving his sword,
He rushed at the turkey like an arrow.
And a miracle happened: a huge turkey,
Like a wet chicken, he suddenly shrank,
Backed away towards the forest, got caught on a stump
And he fell headfirst into a ditch.
And everyone shouted:
- Long live he,
Mighty and Brave
Fighter Bibigon!
But only a few days passed, Brundulyak appeared in our yard again - sulky, angry and angry. It was scary to look at him. He is so huge and strong. Will he really kill Bibigon?
Seeing him, Bibigon quickly climbed onto my shoulder and said:
- Look: there’s a turkey standing
And looks around furiously.
But don't believe your eyes, -
He's not a turkey. To the ground to us
He came down here secretly
And he pretended to be a turkey.
He is an evil sorcerer, he is a sorcerer!
He can transform people
In mice, in frogs, in spiders,
And lizards and worms!
“No,” I said. “He’s not a sorcerer at all.” He is the most ordinary turkey!
Bibigon shook his head:
- No, he is a sorcerer! Like me
And he was born on the moon.
Yes, on the moon, and for many years
He stalks after me.
And wants to turn me
Into a bug or an ant.
But no, insidious Brundulyak!
There's no way you can deal with me!
I use my valiant sword
All the enchanted people
I will save you from evil death
And I'll blow your head off!
That's how kind and fearless he is - my little Bibigon!
Adventure two: Bibigon and galoshes
Oh, if you only knew what a tomboy and prankster he is!
I saw my galosh today
And he dragged her straight to the stream.
And he jumped into it and sings:
"Forward, my boat, forward!"
But the hero didn’t notice
That the galosh had a hole:
He just set off on his way,
As he had already begun to drown.
He screams, and cries, and groans,
And the galosh keeps sinking and sinking.
Cold and pale
He lies at the bottom.
His cocked hat
Floating on the wave.
But who is that grunting there by the stream?
This is our favorite pig!
She grabbed the little man
And she brought it to our porch.
And my granddaughters almost went crazy,
When the fugitive was seen in the distance:
- It's him, it's him,
They kiss him and caress him,
As if your own son,
And, laying me down on the bed,
They begin to sing to him:
"Bayushki-bai,
Sleep, go to sleep,
And he, as if nothing had happened,
Suddenly he threw off the blanket
And, dashingly jumping onto the chest of drawers,
end of introductory fragment
Adventure one: Bibigon and Brundulyak
I live in a dacha in Peredelkino. It's not far from Moscow. A tiny midget lives with me, a boy the size of a finger, whose name is Bibigon. Where he came from, I don't know. He says he fell from the moon. Both me and my granddaughters Tata and Lena - we all love him very much. And how, tell me, can you not love him!
He's thin
Like a twig
He's small
Lilliputian.
He's no taller, poor fellow.
This little mouse.
And everyone can be a crow
Jokingly destroy Bibigon.
And look how combative he is:
Fearlessly and boldly rushes into battle.
With everyone, with everyone
He's ready to fight
And never
Nobody
Not afraid.
He is cheerful and dexterous,
He is small and brave
Another
Such
I haven't seen it for ages.
Look: he's riding a duckling
Racing with my young rooster.
And suddenly in front of him is his rabid enemy,
The huge and formidable turkey Brundulyak.
And the turkey shouted: “Brundulyu!” Brundulu!
Now I will ruin you, I will crush you!
And it seemed to everyone
What's happening at this moment
Deadly doom
Threatens Lilliputian.
But he shouted to the turkey
At a gallop:
- I’ll cut it off now
Your evil head!
And, waving his sword,
He rushed at the turkey like an arrow.
And a miracle happened: a huge turkey,
Like a wet chicken, he suddenly shrank,
Backed away towards the forest
Got caught on a stump
And upside down
He fell into a ditch.
And everyone shouted:
- Long live he,
Mighty and Brave
Fighter Bibigon!
But only a few days passed, and Brundulyak appeared in our yard again - sulky, angry and angry. It was scary to look at him. He is so huge and strong. Will he really kill Bibigon?
Seeing him, Bibigon quickly climbed onto my shoulder and said:
- Look: there’s a turkey standing
And looks around furiously.
But don't believe your eyes, -
He's not a turkey. To the ground to us
He came down here secretly
And he pretended to be a turkey.
He is an evil sorcerer, he is a sorcerer!
He can transform people
In mice, in frogs, in spiders,
And lizards and worms!
“No,” I said. - He is not a sorcerer at all. He is the most ordinary turkey!
Bibigon shook his head:
- No, he is a sorcerer! Like me
And he was born on the moon.
Yes, on the moon, and for many years
He stalks after me.
And wants to turn me
Into a bug or an ant.
But no, insidious Brundulyak!
There's no way you can deal with me!
I use my valiant sword
All the enchanted people
I will save you from evil death
And I'll blow your head off!
That's how kind and fearless he is - my little Bibigon!
Adventure two: Bibigon and galoshes
Oh, if you only knew what a tomboy and prankster he is!
I saw my galosh today
And he dragged her straight to the stream.
And he jumped into it and sings:
“Forward, my boat, forward!”
But the hero didn’t notice
That the galosh had a hole:
He just set off on his way,
As he had already begun to drown.
He screams, and cries, and groans,
And the galosh keeps sinking and sinking.
Cold and pale
He lies at the bottom.
His cocked hat
Floating on the wave.
But who is that grunting there by the stream?
This is our favorite pig!
She grabbed the little man
And she brought it to our porch.
And my granddaughters almost went crazy,
When the fugitive was seen in the distance:
- It's him, it's him,
Bibigon!
They kiss him and caress him,
As if your own son,
And, laying me down on the bed,
They begin to sing to him:
"Bayushki-bai,
Bibigon!
Sleep, go to sleep,
Bibigon!
And he was as if nothing had happened
Suddenly he threw off the blanket
And, dashingly jumping onto the chest of drawers,
Sings a boastful song:
"I am a famous captain,
And I'm not afraid of a hurricane!
Yesterday I was in Australia
Then I went further
And near Cape Barnaul
Killed fourteen sharks!”
What can you do with such a braggart! I wanted to tell him that it’s a shame to brag, but at that very moment he rushed off into the yard - to new adventures and pranks.
Adventure Three: Bibigon and the Spider
He won't sit still for a minute,
Then he will run after the rooster,
And he will sit astride him.
The one with the frogs in the garden
He plays leapfrog all day.
Then he runs to the garden,
He will pick small peas
And well, shoot on the sly
Into a huge spider.
The spider was silent, the spider endured,
But finally I got angry
And right up to the ceiling
He dragged Bibigon away.
And with its web
So the villain wrapped him up,
That he was hanging by a thread,
Like a fly, head down.
Screams
And it breaks
Bibigon,
And in the web
He is beating.
And straight into a bowl of milk
It flies head over heels from there.
Trouble! Trouble! There is no salvation!
He will die in his prime!
But here from a dark corner
A big toad crawled up
And a paw
I gave it to him
As if
To my brother.
And he laughed
Bibigon,
And at that very moment
He sped off
To the neighboring yard to the hayloft
And there I danced all evening
With some gray-haired rat
And a young sparrow.
And after dinner he left
Play football with the mice
And, returning at dawn,
Fell asleep in a dog kennel.
Adventure Four: Bibigon and the Crow
One day Bibigon saw that an evil crow had caught a young gosling and wanted to take it to its nest. He grabbed a stone and threw it at the crow. The crow got scared, threw the gosling and flew away. The little gosling remained alive.
But three days have passed -
And the crow came down
From above
And grabbed Bibigon
For the pants.
He doesn't give up without a fight
Bibigon!
And kicks and breaks
Bibigon!
But from black
Voronyogo
Nests
He won't leave
Will not be saved
Never.
And in the nest -
Look what
Ugly and evil
Eighteen crows
Like dashing robbers,
They want to destroy him.
Eighteen crows
They look at the unfortunate
They grin and
Know they're hitting him with their noses!
And suddenly it rang out
Shout:
- Yeah, gotcha,
Mischievous!
But at this very moment
Lena ran up the threshold
And straight into the hands of a midget
Someone threw a flower.
That's a lily!
— Thanks Lena
For this wonderful parachute! -
And straight to Lena's lap
The midget jumped bravely.
But he immediately jumped off her lap and, as if nothing had happened, rushed out of the yard to his friends. And he has many friends everywhere - in the field, in the swamp, in the forest, and in the garden. Everyone loves the daredevil Bibigon: hedgehogs, rabbits, magpies, frogs.
Yesterday two little squirrels
We played burners with him all day
And they danced endlessly
At the starling's name day.
And now it’s like he’s in a tank,
Raced across the yard in a tin can
And rushed into an unequal battle
With my pockmarked chicken.
What about Brundulyak? Brundulyak is up to no good. He stands right there, nearby, under a tree and thinks about how to destroy Bibigon. He must really be an evil sorcerer.
- Yes Yes! He's a sorcerer! He’s a wizard!” says Bibigon and points to a shaggy dog running down the street at that moment:
- Look: Barbos is running.
Do you think it's a dog?
No, this is old Agathon,
Your village postman.
Until recently, in every home
With a newspaper or a letter
He came, but one day
The sorcerer said: “Kara-baraz.”
And suddenly - lo and behold! - at that very moment
The old man became a watchdog.
“Poor Agathon,” I say with a sigh. “I remember him well.” He had such a big mustache!
And Bibigon sits on my shoulder and points to the neighboring dacha:
- Look, Fedot is standing there
And he drives the toad away from the gate,
Meanwhile, back in the spring
She was his wife.
“But why aren’t you afraid of the villain?” my granddaughters ask Bibigon. “After all, he can bewitch you too.”
“That’s why I’m not afraid, because I’m brave!” Bibigon answers and laughs. “No sorcerers are afraid of the brave!”
Adventure five: Bibigon and the bee
“Yes, yes, I’m fearless, I’m brave,” Bibigon repeats with a proud look. And then he waves his saber and, jumping on the duckling, sings:
- I am the famous captain!
And I'm not afraid of a hurricane!
And he rushes to the swamp and demands that, when they see him, all the frogs shout “hurray.”
Of course I don't like it. I can't stand braggarts. But how can I explain to him that it is shameful to brag? However, the other day something happened that should teach the braggart a good lesson:
Bibigon was sitting on my table,
And he boasted of his strength and courage:
- Well, should I?
Mighty
Be afraid of animals!
I am every animal
Stronger and braver!
Trembling before me
Clubfoot bear.
Where should the bear go?
Defeat me!
Not born yet
Such a crocodile
Who would be in battle
Defeated me!
With this hand
To the ferocious lion
Shaggy head
I'll tear it off!
But then she arrived
Furry bee...
“Save me!” he cried.
Trouble! Guard!-
And from her,
Like from a fierce wolf,
Into the inkwell
He dived in headfirst.
Thank you, old woman Fedosya
She grabbed him by the hair.
The poor fellow would be kaput -
Goodbye forever Lilliputian!
But if you knew
How ugly
Shaking and wet
And pathetic and dirty,
Disheveled, barely alive,
Then he appeared before me!
We grabbed him
And run to the apartment
To the old man Moidodyr himself.
Moidodyr cleaned and washed it all day,
But he didn’t wash away, didn’t wash away this black ink!
However, my granddaughters do not grieve,
Bibigon is kissed as before.
“Well,” they say, “nothing!”
We love him black too!
And it’s probably more precious to us
Now that he's black
Looks like a cute black man.
Yes, and he does not lose heart,
runs out onto the porch
And interprets to the children,
What's walking in the yard:
- I wandered around the Caucasus,
I swam in the Black Sea,
The Black Sea is black,
Everything is full of ink!
I took a swim - and at the same time
Became black as coal,
So even on the moon
They envied me.
“Why are you talking about the Moon, Bibigon?” Tata and Lena asked him.
- Because the Moon is my homeland.
The granddaughters laughed:
- What nonsense!
He looked at them and said proudly:
- Yes, I was born on the moon,
I fell here in a dream.
My name in my homeland is
Count Bibigon de Lilliput.
Oh if I could go back
To my native land!
“Why do you need to fly to the moon?” Tata and Lena asked him.
He was silent for a long time, and then pointed to the Moon and sighed:
- There, on the Moon, is my sister!
She is beautiful and kind.
What happiness I had
frolic with her on the moon!
She has a wonderful garden there,
Where the stars are like grapes
They hang in such clusters,
What is inevitably on the go
No, no, and you’ll tear off a star.
Oh, if only I could quickly
To return to heaven to her,
And with her along the Milky Way,
It’s like walking across a field.
And take a walk in her garden,
Picking up the stars on the go,
And, holding hands, together
Fly to Earth, to this house,
To you, in Peredelkino, here,
And stay here forever!
“Is this really true?” I exclaimed. - Do you really have a sister left there, on the Moon?
He sighed even sadder and said quietly:
— My dear Tsintsinela
Sits and cries on the moon.
For a long time she wanted
Come to Earth to me.
But she is guarded by a terrible
And the disgusting dragon
And the captive of his unfortunate
He won't let you go to earth.
But the time will come: with a bold hand
I'll blow off my enemy's head!
My dear Cincinella
I will save you from the monster.
Adventure Six: Wonderful Flight
Frankly, I didn’t believe him and even laughed at him. But several days passed, and recently, on the seventh of June, the following event happened to Bibigon:
Bibigon was sitting
Under the big burdock
And argued about something
With my rooster.
Suddenly
Got knocked up
Dragonfly in our garden
And I instantly got caught
In his eyes.
And he shouted: “This is my plane!”
Now I'm going on a long flight.
From Africa
I'll fly to Paraguay
Then I will visit my beloved Moon.
Three miracles
From there
I'll bring it to you! -
And he rode a dragonfly in flight!
Look! Look!
He flies over the tree
And he waves his cocked hat cheerfully!
“Goodbye,” he shouts, “
In open battle
I am the evil dragon
I'll kill you like a fly!
And we shouted:
- Where are you going? Wait! -
But we only have an echo
The answer was “oh!”
And no Bibigon!
He's gone, gone!
It's like he melted
Among the blue skies!
And his house remains empty -
A toy house, so cozy, -
Which with your own hands
We made it ourselves:
With a toy bathtub, with a cardboard plate...
Will it really be empty forever?
Now there is an Aglaya doll in this house,
But the Aglaya doll is not alive!
She is not alive, her heart does not beat,
She doesn't sing, doesn't play pranks, doesn't laugh!
And our Bibigosha, even though he is mischievous,
But he is a little man, he is alive, alive.
And the inconsolable granddaughters look into the sky,
And, shedding tear after tear,
Everyone is waiting to see if they will see there, near the cloud,
A dragonfly flying towards them.
And the moon rose over the lilac bushes,
And Tata sadly whispered to Elena:
- Look, am I imagining this?
It's like he's there on the moon!
- He's there, on the moon! He returned there
And said goodbye to our Earth forever!
And for a long time the poor things stand at the porch
And they look and look through binoculars,
And their tears roll endlessly,
Their binoculars were wet from tears.
Suddenly they see -
Striped
Kibitochka
Rolls.
Horned in a wagon
The snail is sitting.
The nimble ones carry her
Whiskered beetles
And black ones
Night moths.
Green grasshoppers
They follow her in a row
And the pipes are gilded
They trumpet incessantly.
The wagon rolls and rolls,
And right on the porch
Merry snail
Throws a letter.
In anxiety and sadness
We ran to the letter
And they started reading.
When they read it,
Forgot all the sorrows
And they started laughing.
Just four lines
On a linden leaf
Bibigon writes to us:
"Yesterday behind a black cloud
With my mighty hand
Defeated and Defeated
Dragon Karakkakon!
Celebrate the victory
I'll come to you on Wednesday.
Take my bow!
Your faithful
BIBIGON."
And the granddaughters are happy:
- We will be there again
Wash him, dress him, pamper him!
He's alive and well
He'll come back here
And we will never part with him!
We are happily waiting for your welcome guest!
We both wash and clean the toy house.
In the toy house there is peace and comfort.
How fun the midget will live here.
Old woman Fedosya made from white flour
She bakes pies for him, Bibigon.
And Tata and Lena took up the needle
And they sewed him a new cocked hat.
- If only he would come back sooner,
Our little Bibigon!
From your colorful shreds,
Orange, blue and red,
They sewed him a lot of new clothes -
Smart vests, beautiful pants,
Satin cloaks and camisoles!
Oh, if only Bibigon would come back here!
What a dandy he will be!
But he didn't come back
And no Bibigon!
May be,
Was he swallowed by a crow?
Or maybe he
Choked in the water
In some lake
Or a pond?
Perhaps behind a tree
He got caught
Fell from a plane
And crashed to death?
But one day
We're standing in the rain
And we are waiting for Bibigon,
And we wait for him, we wait...
Look, he's on a dandelion,
Like on a small sofa,
Lounged and sitting
And with some stranger
Long-legged insects
Talking.
My granddaughters squealed with joy
And they raced towards him:
- Where have you been?
Who did you fight with along the way?
Tell me why you are like this
Pale, tired, thin?
Maybe you're unwell?
Should I call the doctors to see you? -
And they kissed him for a long time,
Caressed him, warmed him,
And then they whispered timidly:
- But where is your Cincinela?
“My Cincinela!” said Bibigon,
And, sighing heavily, he frowned.
She flew with me today
But she hid, poor thing, in the thicket of the forest,
And she would be glad to meet you,
Yes, she is afraid of the evil sorcerer:
The gray-haired sorcerer is cruel and treacherous,
And he prepares bitter grief for her.
But no, witchcraft will not help him.
I'll fall on him like a thunderstorm,
And over his crafty head
My battle sword will sparkle again!
And again Bibigon smiled tiredly...
But lightning suddenly sparkled in the clouds.
Hurry up and go home!
We're running in the rain
And Bibigon
We carry it with us!
Well, here we are at home!
And honey and tea
Weary traveler
We're treating you!
And he laughed:
- I'm glad,
What came back to you:
Dear your family
I love you like my own family.
But now I'm dead tired
I fought with a fierce enemy,
And I would like a little
Relax here by the window.
He is very angry and strong,
This damn dragon!
And, collapsing on a chair,
He yawned sweetly
And fell asleep.
Quiet! Let him sleep off!
It's no good for us to wake him up!
About all your exploits to us
Tomorrow he will tell himself.
Adventure Seven: The Great Victory of Bibigon
The next day Bibigon brought Tsincinela to us. Tsincinela, a tiny girl who looked like a pink doll, said hello to us in a friendly manner and, grabbing Bibigon by the hand, jumped out of the window straight into the garden. Such a brave, desperate girl! She liked everything in the garden - the flowers, the butterflies, the squirrels, the starlings, the fir cones, and even the fast funny tadpoles that frolic so merrily in the warm puddle. Bibigon did not leave his sister a single step. All day long they ran around the garden, sang songs, and laughed loudly. But suddenly Tsintsinela screamed and ran to me all in tears: she saw in the distance, near the fence, her enemy Brundulyak.
“How scary he is!” she repeated. “What evil eyes he has!” Save, save me from him! He wants to destroy me!
“Don’t cry, Tsintsinela,” said Bibigon. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Today I will deal with the villain!
And Bibigon began to sharpen his saber, then loaded his pistols and, jumping on the duckling, sang:
- Yes, for my beloved sister
I will die with pleasure!
. . . . . . . . . . . .
And now he flies to attack
Towards the evil Brundulyak:
- Die, damned sorcerer,
From my valiant sword!
But Brundulyak laughed
And he says to the hero:
- Oh, watch out!
Dear knight,
Otherwise, turn now
Into a bug, or into a worm,
Or into a dung beetle!
After all, it’s not good for anyone,
When will I start doing magic! -
And he pouted
Like a ball
And puffed
Like a samovar.
And ten times
And twenty times
He repeated:
“Kara-baraz!”
But not turned into a worm,
Bibigon stands as before.
And Brundulyak became furious:
- So just wait, daredevil!
And again, and again, and again
He repeats the magic word, -
And fifty and sixty,
And eighty times in a row.
And two hundred times
And three hundred times
He says:
“Kara-baraz!”
But Bibigon stands before him,
As before, safe and sound.
Brundulyak saw that he could not bewitch the daredevil, blinked his cowardly eyes, trembled, babbled and whined:
- Don't destroy me!
Don't cut me!
Let me go!
And forgive me!
But Bibigon laughed
In reply:
- Have mercy on you
To the hated one, no!
Now in front of me
And you whine and you whine,
And tomorrow I
Into the worm
You will transform!-
And he thrust a sharp sword into him,
And it struck him to the very heart.
And the turkey collapsed. And from a fat body
The head flew off into the distant weeds.
And the body rolled into a dark ravine,
And the villain Brundulyak disappeared forever.
And everyone laughed, sang, and rejoiced. And everyone ran to my balcony: boys and girls, old men and old women, and they all shouted loudly:
- Long live the fearless hero Bibigon! Glory to him and his dear sister Cincinela!
And so, like a king, majestically
He goes out to them on the balcony,
Nods them left and right
And he smiles at everyone.
Green silk camisole
It is lined with silver,
He has a cocked hat in his hand
With a wonderful peacock feather.
And, sparkling in scarlet attire,
Sweet, cheerful and kind, -
Stands smiling next to you
His young sister.
End
Cincinela settled with us, together with her brother, in a toy house, and, of course, we will all try to make her live well and at ease. I bought wonderful picture books for both of them, for Bibigon and his sister, and when it rains or snows, they both read them all day long, quickly running through each page - from letter to letter, from line to line.
And when the New Year comes, I will hide my tiny friends well in the pocket of my warm fur coat, and we will go to the Kremlin for the Christmas tree. And I imagine how glad and happy the children will be when they see with their own eyes the living Bibigon and his cheerful, elegant sister, his sword, his triangular hat and hear his perky speech.
But I ask all Moscow children in advance: when you see Bibigon and Tsintsinela in the Kremlin, or in the Hall of Columns, or in the circus, or in the Obraztsov Puppet Theater, or in the House of Pioneers, or in the metro, or in the children's theater, do not grab them with your hands. , do not pet, because you may accidentally hurt them. And don’t even think about bothering Bibigon. After all, he is a midget, a boy as big as a thumb, and if you somehow carelessly squeeze him, he will remain a cripple for the rest of his life. And please don't tease him, don't laugh at him, because he's very touchy. If you say a harsh word to him, he will become angry, draw his sword and attack you as enemies.
But if he feels that he and Cincinela are surrounded by friends, he will be happy to play and fool around with you, and then he will climb onto the back of a high chair and until late in the evening he will tell you about his wonderful adventures and exploits: about fights with the Karakula shark, about the journey to the land of Talking Flowers, about combat with the sea giant Kurynda and about many other adventures, about which more
NO ONE HAS EVER HEARD ANYTHING.
Korney Chukovsky
The Adventures of Bibigon Chukovsky is one of his longest works. It tells about the adventures of a small fairy-tale creature, kind, but a little boastful. Chukovsky says that he is at the dacha with his granddaughters and the tiny midget Bibigon lives with them...
Adventure one: Bibigon and Brundulyak
I live in a dacha in Peredelkino. It's not far from Moscow. A tiny midget lives with me, a boy the size of a finger, whose name is Bibigon. Where he came from, I don't know. He says he fell from the moon, but we don't really believe him. Both me and my granddaughters Tata and Lena all love him very much. And how, tell me, can you not love him!
He's thin
Like a twig
He's small
Lilliputian.
He's no taller, poor fellow.
This little mouse.
And everyone can be a crow
Jokingly destroy Bibigon.
And look how combative he is:
Fearlessly and boldly rushes into battle.
With all the enemies
He's ready to fight
And never
Not afraid of anyone.
He is cheerful and dexterous,
He is small and brave
Another one like this
I haven't seen it for ages.
Look: he's riding a duckling
Racing with my young rooster.
And suddenly in front of him is his rabid enemy,
The huge and formidable turkey Brundulyak.
The turkey snorted, he puffed terribly
And his nose became red with rage.
And the turkey shouted: - Brundulu! Brundulu!
Now I will ruin you, I will crush you!
And it seemed to everyone
What's happening at this moment
Deadly doom
Threatens Lilliputian.
But he shouted to the turkey
At a gallop:
I'll cut it off now
Your evil head!
And, waving his sword,
He rushed at the turkey like an arrow.
And a miracle happened: a huge turkey,
Like a wet chicken, he suddenly shrank,
Backed away towards the forest, got caught on a stump
And he fell headfirst into a ditch.
And everyone shouted:
Long live he
Mighty and Brave
Fighter Bibigon!
But only a few days passed, Brundulyak appeared in our yard again - sulky, angry and angry. It was scary to look at him. He is so huge and strong. Will he really kill Bibigon? Seeing him, Bibigon quickly climbed onto my shoulder and said:
Look, there's a turkey standing
And looks around furiously.
But don't believe your eyes, -
He's not a turkey. To the ground to us
He came down here secretly
And he pretended to be a turkey.
He is an evil sorcerer, he is a sorcerer!
He can transform people
In mice, in frogs, in spiders,
And lizards and worms!
“No,” I said. “He’s not a sorcerer at all.” He is the most ordinary turkey!
Bibigon shook his head:
No, he's a sorcerer! Like me
And he was born on the moon.
Yes, on the moon, and for many years
He stalks after me.
And wants to turn me
Into a bug or an ant.
But no, insidious Brundulyak!
There's no way you can deal with me!
I use my valiant sword
All the enchanted people
I will save you from evil death
And I'll blow your head off!
That's how kind and fearless he is - my little Bibigon!
Adventure two: Bibigon and galoshes
Oh, if you only knew what a tomboy and prankster he is!
I saw my galosh today
And he dragged her straight to the stream.
And he jumped into it and sings:
"Forward, my boat, forward!"
But the hero didn’t notice
That the galosh had a hole:
He just set off on his way,
As he had already begun to drown.
He screams, and cries, and groans,
And the galosh keeps sinking and sinking.
Cold and pale
He lies at the bottom.
His cocked hat
Floating on the wave.
But who is that grunting there by the stream?
This is our favorite pig!
She grabbed the little man
And she brought it to our porch.
And my granddaughters almost went crazy,
When the fugitive was seen in the distance:
It's him, it's him
They kiss him and caress him,
As if your own son,
And, laying me down on the bed,
They begin to sing to him:
"Bayushki-bai,
Sleep, go to sleep,
Bibigon!"
And he, as if nothing had happened,
Suddenly he threw off the blanket
And, dashingly jumping onto the chest of drawers,
Sings a boastful song:
"I am a famous captain,
And I'm not afraid of a hurricane!
Yesterday I was in Australia
And near Cape Barnaul
Killed fourteen sharks!"
Well, what can you do with such a braggart! I wanted to tell him that it was a shame to brag, but at that very moment he rushed off into the yard - to new adventures and pranks.
Adventure Three: Bibigon and the Spider
He won't sit still for a minute,
Then he will run after the rooster,
And he will sit astride him.
The one with the frogs in the garden
He plays leapfrog all day.
Then he runs to the garden,
He will pick small peas
And well, shoot on the sly
Into a huge spider.
The spider was silent, the spider endured,
But finally I got angry
And right up to the ceiling
He dragged Bibigon away.
And with its web
So the villain wrapped him up,
That he was hanging by a thread,
Like a fly, head down.
Screams and breaks
And he struggles in the web.
And straight into a bowl of milk
It flies head over heels from there.
Trouble! Trouble! There is no salvation!
He will die in his prime!
But here from a dark corner
A big toad crawled up
And I gave him my paw,
As if to your brother.
And Bibigon laughed,
And at that very moment he rushed off
To the neighboring yard to the hayloft
And there I danced all evening
With some gray-haired rat
And a young sparrow.
And after dinner he left
Play football with the mice
And, returning at dawn,
Fell asleep in a dog kennel.
Adventure Four: Bibigon and the Crow
Bibigon was very kind, as I already told you. He saw how an angry crow caught a little gosling and wanted to drag him to his nest. Bibigon grabbed a stone and threw it at the crow. The crow got scared, threw the gosling and flew away. The little gosling remained alive.
But three days have passed -
And the crow came down
From above
And grabbed Bibigon
For the pants.
He doesn't give up without a fight
And kicks and breaks
But from black
Voronyogo
He won't leave
Will not be saved
And in the nest -
Look what
Ugly and evil
Eighteen crows
Like dashing robbers,
They want to destroy him.
Eighteen crows
They look at the unfortunate
They grin and
You know, they're hitting him with their noses!
And suddenly it rang out
Shout:
Brundulyak is both glad and happy:
Now, you stupid bully,
There's no way you'll be saved!
But at this very moment
Lena ran up the threshold
And straight into the hands of a midget
Someone threw a flower.
That's a lily!
Thanks Lena
For this wonderful parachute! -
And straight to Lena's lap
The midget jumped bravely.
But he immediately jumped off her lap and, as if nothing had happened, rushed out of the yard to his friends. And he has many friends everywhere - in the field, in the swamp, in the forest, and in the garden. Everyone loves the daredevil Bibigon: hedgehogs, rabbits, tits, frogs.
Yesterday two little squirrels
We played burners with him all day
And they danced endlessly
At the starling's name day.
And now it’s like he’s in a tank,
Raced around the yard in a tin can
And rushed into an unequal battle
With my pockmarked chicken.
What about Brundulyak? Brundulyak is up to no good. He stands over there, not far away, under a tree and thinks about how to destroy Bibigon. He must really be a sorcerer.
Yes! He's a sorcerer! He’s a wizard!” says Bibigon and points to a shaggy dog running down the street at that moment:
Look, Barbos is running.
Do you think it's a dog?
No, this is old Agathon,
Our village postman.
Until recently, in every home
With a newspaper or a letter
He came, but one day
The sorcerer said: "Kara-baras."
And suddenly - lo and behold! - at that very moment
The old man became a watchdog.
Poor Agathon,” I say with a sigh. “I remember him well.” He had such a big mustache! And Bibigon sits on my shoulder and points to the neighboring dacha:
Look, Fedot is standing there
And he drives the toad away from the gate,
Meanwhile, back in the spring
She was his wife.
But why aren’t you afraid of the villain?” my granddaughter asks Bibigon. “After all, he can bewitch you too.” “That’s why I’m not afraid, because I’m brave!” Bibigon answers and laughs. “No sorcerers are afraid of the brave!”
Adventure five: Bibigon and the bee
Of course I don't like it. I can't stand braggarts. But how can I explain to him that it is shameful to brag? However, the other day something happened that should teach the braggart a good lesson:
Bibigon was sitting on my table,
And he boasted of his strength and courage:
Well, should I
Be afraid of animals!
I am every animal
Stronger and braver!
Trembling before me
Clubfoot bear.
Where should the bear go?
Defeat me!
Not born yet
Such a crocodile
Who would be in battle
Defeated me!
With this hand
To the ferocious lion
Shaggy head
I'll tear it off!
But then she arrived
Furry bee...
Save me!” he cried.
Trouble! Guard!-
Like from a fierce wolf,
Into the inkwell
He dived in headfirst.
Thank you, old woman Fedosya
She grabbed him by the hair.
The poor fellow would be kaput -
Goodbye forever Lilliputian!
But if you knew
How ugly
Shaking and wet
And pathetic and dirty,
Disheveled, barely alive,
Then he appeared before me!
We grabbed him
And run to the apartment
To the old man Moidodyr himself.
Moidodyr cleaned and washed it all day,
But he didn’t wash away, didn’t wash away this black ink!
However, my granddaughters do not grieve,
Bibigon is kissed as before.
Well, they say, nothing!
We love him black too!
And it’s probably more precious to us
Now that he's black
Looks like a cute black man.
Yes, and he does not lose heart,
runs out onto the porch
And interprets to the children,
What's walking in the yard:
I wandered around the Caucasus,
I swam in the Black Sea,
The Black Sea is black,
Everything is full of ink!
I took a swim - and at the same time
Became black as coal,
So even on the moon
They envied me.
Why are you talking about the Moon, Bibigon? - my granddaughters asked him. - Because the Moon is my homeland. The granddaughters laughed: “What nonsense!” He looked at them and said proudly:
Yes, I was born on the moon
I fell here in a dream.
My name in my homeland is
Count Bibigon de Lilliput.
Oh, if I could go back
To my native land!
“Why do you need to fly to the moon?” Tata and Lena asked him. He was silent for a long time, and then pointed to the Moon and sighed:
There, on the Moon, is my sister!
She is beautiful and kind.
What happiness I had
frolic with her on the moon!
She has a wonderful garden there,
Where the stars are like grapes
They hang in such clusters,
What is inevitably on the go
No, no, and you’ll tear off the star.
Oh, if only I could quickly
To return to heaven to her,
And with her along the Milky Way,
It’s like walking across a field.
And take a walk in her garden,
Picking up the stars on the go,
And, holding hands, together,
Fly to Earth, to this house,
To you, in Peredelkino, here,
And stay here forever!
“Is this really true?” I exclaimed. “Do you really have a sister left there on the Moon?” He sighed even sadder and said quietly:
My dear Tsintsinela
Sits and cries on the moon.
For a long time she wanted
Come to Earth to me.
But she is guarded by a terrible
And the disgusting dragon
And the captive of his unfortunate
He won't let you go to earth.
But the time will come: with a bold hand
I'll blow off my enemy's head!
My dear Cincinella
I will save you from the monster.
Adventure Six: Wonderful Flight
Frankly, I didn’t believe him and even laughed at him. But several days passed, and recently, on the seventh of June, the following event happened to Bibigon:
Bibigon was sitting
Under the big burdock
And argued about something
With my rooster.
Suddenly
Got knocked up
Dragonfly in our garden
And I instantly got caught
In his eyes.
And he shouted: “This is my plane!”
Now I'm going on a long flight.
From Africa
I'll fly to Paraguay
Then I will visit my beloved Moon.
I'll bring it to you! -
And he rode a dragonfly in flight!
Look! Look!
He flies over the tree
And he waves his cocked hat cheerfully!
“Goodbye,” he shouts, “
In open battle
I am the evil dragon
I'll kill you like a fly!
And we shouted:
Where are you going? Wait! -
But we only have an echo
The answer was “oh!”
And no Bibigon!
He's gone, gone!
It's like he melted
Among the blue skies!
And his house remains empty -
A toy house, so cozy, -
Which with your own hands
We made it ourselves:
With a toy bathtub, with a cardboard plate...
Will it really be empty forever?
Now there is an Aglaya doll in this house,
But the Aglaya doll is not alive!
She is not alive, her heart does not beat,
She doesn't sing, doesn't play pranks, doesn't laugh!
And our Bibigulya, even though he is mischievous,
But he is a little man, he is alive, alive.
And the inconsolable granddaughters look into the sky,
And, shedding tear after tear,
Everyone is waiting to see if they will see there, near the cloud,
A dragonfly flying towards them.
And the moon rose over the lilac bushes,
And Tata sadly whispered to Elena:
Look, am I imagining this?
It's like he's there on the moon!
He's there on the moon! He returned there
And said goodbye to our Earth forever!
And for a long time the poor things stand at the porch
And they look and look through binoculars,
And their tears roll endlessly,
Their binoculars were wet from tears.
Suddenly they see -
Striped
Kibitochka
Horned in a wagon
The snail is sitting.
The nimble ones carry her
Whiskered beetles
And black ones
Night moths.
Green grasshoppers
They follow her in a row
And the pipes are gilded
They trumpet incessantly.
The wagon rolls and rolls,
And right on the porch
Merry snail
Throws a letter.
In anxiety and sadness
When they read it,
Forgot all the sorrows
And they started laughing.
Just four lines
On a linden leaf
Bibigon writes to us:
"Yesterday behind a black cloud
With my mighty hand
Defeated and Defeated
Dragon Karakakon!
Celebrate the victory
I'll come to you on Wednesday.
Take my bow!
Your faithful BIBIGON."
And the granddaughters are happy:
We will be there again
Wash him, dress him, pamper him!
He's alive and well
He'll come back here
And we will never part with him!
We are happily waiting for your welcome guest!
And we wash and clean the toy house.
In a toy house there is peace and comfort.
How fun the midget will live here.
Old woman Fedosya made from white flour
She bakes pies for him, Bibigon.
And Tata and Lena took up the needle
And they sewed him a new cocked hat.
Sooner, sooner he would return,
Our little Bibigon!
From your colorful shreds,
Orange, blue and red,
They sewed him a lot of updates -
Smart vests, beautiful pants,
Satin cloaks and camisoles!
Oh, if only Bibigon would come back here!
What a dandy he will be!
But he didn't come back
And no Bibigon!
May be,
Was he swallowed by a crow?
Or maybe he
Choked in the water
In some lake
Or a pond?
Perhaps behind a tree
He got caught
Fell from a plane
And crashed to death?
But one day
We're standing in the rain
And we are waiting for Bibigon,
And we wait for him, we wait...
Look, he's on a dandelion,
Like on a small sofa,
Lounged and sitting
And with some stranger
Long-legged insects
Talking.
My granddaughters squealed with joy
And they raced towards him:
Where have you been?
Who did you fight with along the way?
Tell me why you are like this
Pale, tired, thin?
Maybe you're unwell?
Should I call the doctors to see you? -
And they kissed him for a long time,
Caressed him, warmed him,
And then they whispered timidly:
But where is your Cincinela?
My Tsintsinela! - said Bibigon,
And, sighing heavily, he frowned.
She flew with me today
But she hid, poor thing, in the thicket of the forest,
And she would be glad to meet you,
Yes, she is afraid of the evil sorcerer:
The gray-haired sorcerer is cruel and treacherous,
And he prepares bitter grief for her.
But no, witchcraft will not help him.
I'll fall on him like a thunderstorm,
And over his crafty head
My battle sword will sparkle again!
And again Bibigon smiled tiredly...
But lightning suddenly sparkled in the clouds.
Hurry up and go home!
We're running in the rain
And Bibigon
We carry it with us!
Well, here we are at home!
And honey and tea
Weary traveler
We're treating you!
And he laughed:
What came back to you:
Dear your family
I love you like my own family.
But now I'm dead tired
I fought with a fierce enemy,
And I would like a little
Relax here by the window.
He is very angry and strong,
This damn dragon!
And, collapsing on a chair,
He yawned sweetly
And fell asleep.
Quiet! Let him sleep off!
It's no good for us to wake him up!
About all your exploits to us
Tomorrow he will tell himself.
Adventure Seven: The Great Victory of Bibigon
The next day Bibigon brought Tsincinela to us. Tsincinela, a tiny girl who looked like a pink doll, warmly said hello to us and, grabbing Bibigon by the hand, jumped out of the window straight into the garden. Such a brave, desperate girl! She liked everything in the garden - the flowers, the butterflies, the squirrels, the starlings, the fir cones, and even the fast funny tadpoles that frolic so merrily in the warm puddle. Bibigon did not leave his sister a single step. All day long they ran around the garden, sang songs, and laughed loudly. But suddenly Tsintsinela screamed and ran to me all in tears: she saw in the distance, near the fence, her enemy Brundulyak.
How scary he is!” she repeated. “What terrible eyes he has!” Save, save me from him! He wants to destroy me! “Don’t cry, Tsintsinela,” said Bibigon. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Today I will deal with the villain! And Bibigon began to sharpen his saber, then loaded his pistols, jumped on the duckling and sang:
Yes, for my beloved sister
I will die with pleasure!
And now he flies to attack
Towards the evil Brundulyak:
Die, damned sorcerer,
From my valiant sword!
But Brundulyak laughed
And he says to the hero:
Ooh, watch out
Dear knight,
Otherwise, turn now
Into a bug, or into a worm,
Or into a dung beetle!
After all, it’s not good for anyone,
When will I start doing magic!
And he inflated like a balloon
And it puffed like a samovar.
And ten times, and twenty times
He said: "Kara-baras!"
But not turned into a worm,
Bibigon stands as before.
And Brundulyak became furious:
So just wait, daredevil!
And again, and again, and again
He repeats the magic word, -
And fifty and sixty,
And eighty times in a row.
And two hundred times, and three hundred times
He says: "Kara-baras!"
But Bibigon stands before him,
As before, safe and sound.
Brundulyak saw that he could not bewitch the daredevil, blinked his cowardly eyes, trembled, babbled and whined:
Don't destroy me!
Don't cut me!
Let me go!
And forgive me!
But Bibigon laughed
Have mercy on you
To the hated one, no!
Now in front of me
And you whine and you whine,
And tomorrow I
You will turn into a worm! -
And he thrust a sharp sword into him,
And it struck him to the very heart.
And the turkey collapsed. And from a fat body
The head flew off into the distant weeds.
And the body rolled into a dark ravine,
And the villain Brundulyak disappeared forever.
And everyone laughed, sang, and rejoiced. And everyone ran to my balcony: boys and girls, old men and old women, and they all shouted loudly:
Long live the fearless hero Bibigon! Glory to him and his dear sister Cincinela!
And so, like a king, majestically
He goes out to them on the balcony,
Nods them left and right
And he smiles at everyone.
Green silk camisole
It is lined with silver,
He has a cocked hat in his hand
With a wonderful peacock feather.
And, sparkling in scarlet attire,
Sweet, cheerful and kind, -
Stands and smiles next to you
His young sister.
Cincinela settled with us, together with her brother, in a toy house, and, of course, we will all try to make her live well and at ease. I bought wonderful picture books for both of them, for Bibigon and his sister, and when it rains or snows, both of them read them all day long, quickly running through each page - from one letter to a letter, from one line to a line. And when the New Year comes, I will hide my tiny friends well in the pocket of my warm fur coat, and we will go to the Kremlin for the Christmas tree. And I imagine how glad and happy the children will be when they see with their own eyes the living Bibigon and his cheerful, elegant sister, his sword, his triangular hat and hear his perky speech.