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Victor Dragunsky
What I like...And what I don't like!
What I love
I really like to lie on my stomach on my dad’s knee, lower my arms and legs and hang on my knee like laundry on a fence. I also really like to play checkers, chess and dominoes, just to be sure to win. If you don't win, then don't.
I love listening to a beetle digging around in a box. And on a day off I like to crawl into my dad’s bed in the morning to talk to him about the dog: how we will live more spaciously, and buy a dog, and work with it, and feed it, and how funny and smart it will be, and how she will steal sugar, and I will wipe up the puddles after her, and she will follow me like a faithful dog.
I also like to watch TV: it doesn’t matter what they show, even if it’s just tables.
I like to breathe with my nose into my mother's ear. I especially love to sing and always sing very loudly.
I really love stories about red cavalrymen and how they always win.
I like to stand in front of the mirror and grimace as if I were Parsley from puppet theater. I also really love sprats.
I love reading fairy tales about Kanchila. This is such a small, smart and mischievous doe. She has cheerful eyes, and small horns, and pink polished hooves. When we live more spaciously, we will buy ourselves Kanchilya, he will live in the bathroom. I also like to swim where it’s shallow so that I can hold onto the sandy bottom with my hands.
I like to wave a red flag at demonstrations and blow the “go away!” horn.
I really like making phone calls.
I love to plan, saw, I know how to sculpt the heads of ancient warriors and bison, and I sculpted a wood grouse and the Tsar Cannon. I love to give all this.
When I read, I like to chew on a cracker or something else.
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I really like to lie on my stomach on my dad’s knee, lower my arms and legs and hang on my knee like laundry on a fence. I also really like to play checkers, chess and dominoes, just to be sure to win. If you don't win, then don't.
I love listening to a beetle digging around in a box. And on a day off I like to crawl into my dad’s bed in the morning to talk to him about the dog: how we will live more spaciously, and buy a dog, and work with it, and feed it, and how funny and smart it will be, and how she will steal sugar, and I will wipe up the puddles after her, and she will follow me like a faithful dog.
I also like to watch TV: it doesn’t matter what they show, even if it’s just tables.
I like to breathe with my nose into my mother's ear. I especially love to sing and always sing very loudly.
I really love stories about red cavalrymen and how they always win.
I like to stand in front of the mirror and grimace, as if I were Parsley from the puppet theater. I also really love sprats.
I love reading fairy tales about Kanchila. This is such a small, smart and mischievous doe. She has cheerful eyes, and small horns, and pink polished hooves. When we live more spaciously, we will buy ourselves Kanchilya, he will live in the bathroom. I also like to swim where it’s shallow so I can hold onto the sandy bottom with my hands.
I like to wave a red flag at demonstrations and blow the “go away!” horn.
I really like making phone calls.
I love to plan, saw, I know how to sculpt the heads of ancient warriors and bison, and I sculpted a wood grouse and the Tsar Cannon. I love to give all this.
When I read, I like to chew on a cracker or something else.
I love guests.
I also really love snakes, lizards and frogs. They're so clever. I carry them in my pockets. I like to have a snake on the table when I have lunch. I love it when grandma shouts about the frog: “Take away this disgusting thing!” - and runs out of the room.
I love to laugh... Sometimes I don’t feel like laughing at all, but I force myself, squeeze out laughter - and look, after five minutes it really becomes funny.
When I have good mood, I love to jump. One day my dad and I went to the zoo, and I was jumping around him on the street, and he asked:
-What are you jumping about?
And I said:
- I jump that you are my dad!
He got it!
I love going to the zoo! There are wonderful elephants there. And there is one baby elephant. When we live more spaciously, we will buy a baby elephant. I'll build him a garage.
I really like to stand behind the car when it snorts and sniff the gasoline.
I like to go to cafes - eat ice cream and wash it down with sparkling water. It makes my nose tingle and tears come to my eyes.
When I run down the hallway, I like to stomp my feet as hard as I can.
I love horses very much, they have such beautiful and kind faces.
I love a lot of things!
... and what I don’t like!
What I don’t like is having my teeth treated. As soon as I see a dental chair, I immediately want to run to the ends of the world. I also don’t like to stand on a chair and read poetry when guests come.
I don’t like it when mom and dad go to the theater.
I can’t stand soft-boiled eggs, when they are shaken up in a glass, crumbled into bread and forced to eat.
I also don’t like it when my mother goes for a walk with me and suddenly meets Aunt Rose!
Then they only talk to each other, and I just don’t know what to do.
I don’t like wearing a new suit - I feel like wood in it.
When we play red and white, I don't like being white. Then I quit the game and that's it! And when I'm red, I don't like to be captured. I'm still running away.
I don't like it when people beat me.
I don’t like to play “loaf” when it’s my birthday: I’m not little.
I don’t like it when guys wonder.
And I really don’t like it when I cut myself, in addition to smearing my finger with iodine.
I don’t like that it’s cramped in our hallway and adults scurry back and forth every minute, some with a frying pan, some with a kettle, and shout:
- Children, don’t move around under your feet! Be careful, my pan is hot!
And when I go to bed, I don’t like it next room sang in chorus:
Lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley...
I really don’t like that boys and girls on the radio speak in old lady voices!..
Dragunsky What Mishka loves: Deniska's stories for children. Read the story What Mishka Dragunsky loves, and other funny Deniska stories and funny stories for children and school
What does Mishka like?
One day Mishka and I entered the hall where we have singing lessons. Boris Sergeevich was sitting at his piano and playing something quietly. Mishka and I sat down on the windowsill and didn’t bother him, and he didn’t notice us at all, but continued to play for himself, and very quickly popped out from under his fingers different sounds. They splashed, and the result was something very welcoming and joyful. I really liked it, and I could have sat and listened for a long time, but Boris Sergeevich soon stopped playing. He closed the lid of the piano, and saw us, and said cheerfully:
ABOUT! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a branch! Well, what do you say?
I asked:
What were you playing, Boris Sergeevich?
He replied:
This is Chopin. I love him very much.
I said:
Of course, since you are a singing teacher, you love different songs.
He said:
This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called much more than just a “song”.
I said:
What kind? In a word?
He answered seriously and clearly:
Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything in the world.
Then he looked at me carefully and said:
Well, what do you like? More than anything else?
I replied:
I love a lot of things.
And I told him what I love. And about the dog, and about the planing, and about the baby elephant, and about the red cavalrymen, and about the little doe on pink hooves, and about the ancient warriors, and about the cool stars, and about the horse faces, everything, everything...
He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face as he listened, and then he said:
Look! I didn’t even know. Honestly, you’re still little, don’t be offended, but look - you love so much! The whole world.
Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:
And I love Deniska’s different varieties even more! Big deal!!
Boris Sergeevich laughed:
Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take up the baton! So, get started! What do you love?
Mishka fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:
I love buns, buns, loaves and cupcakes! I love bread, cake, pastries, and gingerbread, whether Tula, honey, or glazed. I also love sushi, bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.
I dearly love dumplings, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale ones are okay. You can have oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.
I also love sprat, saury, pike perch in marinade, bullheads in tomato, some in its own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced zucchini and fried potatoes.
I absolutely love boiled sausage, if it’s a doctor’s sausage, I bet I’ll eat a whole kilo! I love the canteen, and the tea room, and brawn, and smoked, and half-smoked, and raw smoked! I actually love this one the most. I really love pasta with butter, noodles with butter, horns with butter, cheese with holes or without holes, with red or white rind - it doesn’t matter.
I love dumplings with cottage cheese, salty, sweet, sour cottage cheese; I love apples grated with sugar, or just apples on their own, and if the apples are peeled, then I like to eat the apple first, and then, as a snack, the peel!
I love liver, cutlets, herring, bean soup, green peas, boiled meat, toffee, sugar, tea, jam, Borzhom, soda with syrup, soft-boiled eggs, hard-boiled, in a bag, mogu and raw. I like sandwiches with just about anything, especially if thickly spread with mashed potatoes or millet porridge. So... Well, I won’t talk about halva - what fool doesn’t like halva? I also love duck, goose and turkey. Oh yes! I love ice cream with all my heart. For seven, for nine. For thirteen, for fifteen, for nineteen. Twenty-two and twenty-eight.
Mishka looked around the ceiling and took a breath. Apparently he was already pretty tired. But Boris Sergeevich looked at him intently, and Mishka drove on.
He muttered:
Gooseberries, carrots, chum salmon, pink salmon, turnips, borscht, dumplings, although I already said dumplings, broth, bananas, persimmons, compote, sausages, sausage, although I also said sausage...
The bear was exhausted and fell silent. It was clear from his eyes that he was waiting for Boris Sergeevich to praise him. But he looked at Mishka a little dissatisfied and even seemed stern. He, too, seemed to be waiting for something from Mishka: what else would Mishka say? But Mishka was silent. It turned out that they both expected something from each other and were silent.
The first one could not stand it, Boris Sergeevich.
Well, Misha,” he said, “you love a lot, no doubt, but everything you love is somehow the same, too edible, or something.” It turns out that you love the whole grocery store. And only... And the people? Who do you love? Or from animals?
Here Mishka perked up and blushed.
Oh,” he said embarrassedly, “I almost forgot!” Also - kittens! And grandma! .......................................................................................................
I really like to lie on my stomach on my dad’s knee, lower my arms and legs and hang on my knee like laundry on a fence. I also really like to play checkers, chess and dominoes, just to be sure to win. If you don't win, then don't.
I love listening to a beetle digging around in a box. And on a day off I like to crawl into my dad’s bed in the morning to talk to him about the dog: how we will live more spaciously, and buy a dog, and work with it, and feed it, and how funny and smart it will be, and how she will steal sugar, and I will wipe up the puddles after her, and she will follow me like a faithful dog.
I also like to watch TV: it doesn’t matter what they show, even if it’s just tables.
I like to breathe with my nose into my mother's ear. I especially love to sing and always sing very loudly.
I really love stories about red cavalrymen and how they always win.
I like to stand in front of the mirror and grimace, as if I were Parsley from the puppet theater. I also really love sprats.
I love reading fairy tales about Kanchila. This is such a small, smart and mischievous doe. She has cheerful eyes, and small horns, and pink polished hooves. When we live more spaciously, we will buy ourselves Kanchilya, he will live in the bathroom.
I also like to swim where it’s shallow so I can hold onto the sandy bottom with my hands.
I like to wave a red flag at demonstrations and blow the “go away!” horn.
I really like making phone calls.
I love to plan, saw, I know how to sculpt the heads of ancient warriors and bison, and I sculpted a wood grouse and the Tsar Cannon. And I love to give all this.
When I read, I like to chew on a cracker or something else.
I love guests.
I also really love snakes, lizards and frogs. They're so clever. I carry them in my pockets. I like to have a snake on the table when I have lunch. I love it when grandma shouts about the frog: “Take away this disgusting thing!” - and runs out of the room. Then I die of laughter.
I love to laugh... Sometimes I don’t feel like laughing at all, but I force myself, squeeze out laughter - and look, after five minutes it really becomes funny. And I'm literally sour with laughter.
When I'm in a good mood, I like to jump. One day my dad and I went to the zoo, and I was jumping around him on the street, and he asked:
What are you jumping about?
And I said:
I jump that you are my dad!
He got it!
I love going to the zoo! There are wonderful elephants there. And there is one baby elephant. When we live more spaciously, we will buy a baby elephant. I'll build him a garage.
I really like to stand behind the car when it snorts and sniff the gasoline.
I like to go to cafes - eat ice cream and wash it down with sparkling water. It makes my nose tingle and tears come to my eyes.
When I run down the hallway, I like to stomp my feet as hard as I can.
I love horses very much, they have such beautiful and kind faces.
I love a lot of things!
What I love (Viktor Dragunsky)
I really like to lie on my stomach on my dad’s knee, lower my arms and legs and hang on my knee like laundry on a fence. I also really like to play checkers, chess and dominoes, just to be sure to win. If you don't win, then don't.
I love listening to a beetle digging around in a box. And on a day off I like to crawl into my dad’s bed in the morning to talk to him about the dog: how we will live more spaciously, and buy a dog, and work with it, and feed it, and how funny and smart it will be, and how she will steal sugar, and I will wipe up the puddles after her, and she will follow me like a faithful dog.
I also like to watch TV: it doesn’t matter what they show, even if it’s just tables.
I like to breathe with my nose into my mother's ear. I especially love to sing and always sing very loudly.
I really love stories about red cavalrymen and how they always win.
I like to stand in front of the mirror and grimace, as if I were Parsley from the puppet theater. I also really love sprats.
I love reading fairy tales about Kanchila. This is such a small, smart and mischievous doe. She has cheerful eyes, and small horns, and pink polished hooves. When we live more spaciously, we will buy ourselves Kanchilya, he will live in the bathroom.
I also like to swim where it’s shallow so I can hold onto the sandy bottom with my hands.
I like to wave a red flag at demonstrations and blow the “go away!” horn.
I really like making phone calls.
I love to plan, saw, I know how to sculpt the heads of ancient warriors and bison, and I sculpted a wood grouse and the Tsar Cannon. And I love to give all this.
When I read, I like to chew on a cracker or something else.
I love guests.
I also really love snakes, lizards and frogs. They're so clever. I carry them in my pockets. I like to have a snake on the table when I have lunch. I love it when grandma shouts about the frog: “Take away this disgusting thing!” - and runs out of the room. Then I die of laughter.
I love to laugh... Sometimes I don’t feel like laughing at all, but I force myself, squeeze out laughter - and look, after five minutes it really becomes funny. And I'm literally sour with laughter.
When I'm in a good mood, I like to jump. One day my dad and I went to the zoo, and I was jumping around him on the street, and he asked:
What are you jumping about?
And I said:
I jump that you are my dad!
He got it!
I love going to the zoo! There are wonderful elephants there. And there is one baby elephant. When we live more spaciously, we will buy a baby elephant. I'll build him a garage.
I really like to stand behind the car when it snorts and sniff the gasoline.
I like to go to cafes - eat ice cream and wash it down with sparkling water. It makes my nose tingle and tears come to my eyes.
When I run down the hallway, I like to stomp my feet as hard as I can.
