Zheleznyakov good morning to good people main characters. Vladimir Zheleznikov: Good morning to good people

// “Good morning to good people”

Date of creation: 1961.

Genre: story.

Subject: loyalty; honor.

Idea: do not give up in the face of difficulties and trust your loved ones.

Issues. A boy growing up without a father.

Main characters: boy Tolya Nashchokov; Katerina is his mother.

Plot. Tolya and her mother lived in Simferopol. Not much time has passed since the war. Tolya knew his father only from a photograph on the wall. My father did not return from the war. Tolya was brought up in love with his father, since Katerina, Tolya’s mother, could not forget her husband. Their family was visited by their father’s friend Nikolai, with whom they had a very good relationship. Mom was expecting Nikolai's next visit and went to meet him, and Tolya went to school. After classes he rushed home. Already at the door, the boy heard Nikolai calling his mother to go with him to Moscow.

Mom was in no hurry to give consent. Nikolai cannot understand Katya’s attachment to her husband’s memory: after all, she only knew him for six months. But for Katya this short period contained a whole life. She remembered how kind, strong and honest Karp was. Stung, Nikolai began to speak unfavorably about his deceased friend. At the end of the conversation, Nikolai said that Tolya’s father did not die on the plane, as was believed, but was captured, and surrendered without a fight, which is tantamount to betrayal. Katerina could not believe this, she ends her friendship with Nikolai.

Tolya and her mother came to Gurzuf to visit her grandfather, Katerina’s father, who had long invited his daughter to his place. Grandfather was once a ship's cook, and now he worked in a cheburek shop. He found a job for his daughter as a nurse in a sanatorium. The grandfather also showed distrust of his son-in-law and was inclined to believe in his cowardice. Tolya was burned by resentment for his father, and he ran away from home, wanting to return to Simferopol. At the pier, the boy met Captain Kostya, an old acquaintance of his grandfather, and asked to take him to Alushta for free. Kostya unobtrusively convinced Tolya to think about the concerns of her mother and grandfather. The boy thought and returned home.

Tolya gradually settled into the city. Acquaintance with his neighbor Volokhin, a physical education teacher from the sanatorium, helped him freely enter the territory and play tennis. But one day the physical education teacher’s wife got angry with Katerina because she refused to register the vacationers who were staying with the Volokhins in abundance. In revenge, Volokhina spread a rumor around the city that Katerina’s husband had surrendered voluntarily to the Germans. Tolya was then prohibited from entering the sanatorium. The neighbor began to throw insulting remarks at Katya. Only Captain Kostya stood up to protect their family. She and her mother began to regret coming here. Unexpectedly, Tolya received a letter from his friend Lyoshka, which included another letter from Czechoslovakia, which arrived at the Simferopol address.

The letter was sent by grandfather Ionek, a note was written from him. Grandfather Ionek searched for Katya for many years, since the address was lost during the war. He sent Katerina her husband's suicide letter.

Her husband Karp was shot down in the sky over Czechoslovakia, ended up in the Gestapo, then he was sent to a concentration camp, from where he escaped with the assistance of the Czechs. Then Karp fought with the Nazis as a partisan. One day, partisans blew up a bridge that was of paramount importance to the Germans. The consequences of the explosion were felt immediately: the Nazis arrested an entire class of children in a rural school. It was said that they would be shot if, after three days, the partisans did not surrender the demolitionist. Karp decided to surrender to the Germans and take everything upon himself. The Czechs told him that they would go themselves, because these were their children. But Karp rightly objected that in this case the children would still be shot. And he is Russian, the children will not answer for him. So he saved twenty children. Grandfather Ionek Karp asked him to give the letter to his wife.

In the letter, the husband asked Katya to tell everyone how he died, to find his regimental comrades so that they would remember him.

The grandfather spent the whole evening reading the letter, and then allegedly went for a walk with the letter. After this “walk” the gossip stopped.

The next day Tolya was at sea, he thought about his father, about Uncle Kostya and decided to become a naval pilot. On the way back from the beach, Tolya saw his mother in a white elegant dress. She went to the military registration and enlistment office in Yalta, where her father’s friends could be found. And Uncle Kostya was waiting for Katya at the pier.

On the way, Tolya met guys from Artek. They greeted everyone good morning. And this meeting unexpectedly put Tolya in a good mood.

Review of the work. A wonderful work for children. Here is the mother’s loyalty to the memory of the father, and the father’s feat, and the son’s faith in his father, who does not allow the thought of his betrayal. Here are the first encounters with human meanness.

In a book by a famous children's writer, State Prize laureate

USSR, includes the stories "The Life and Adventures of an Eccentric", "The Last Parade", "Scarecrow" and others. What happens to the heroes of the stories can happen to any modern schoolchild. And yet they can teach their peers to pay attention to people and their surroundings. The author depicts teenagers in such life situations when they need to make a decision, make a choice, recognize evil and indifference, that is, he shows how the guys are tempered morally, learning to serve goodness and justice.

Published in connection with the writer’s 60th birthday.

For middle age.

Today is our holiday. My mother and I always have a holiday when Uncle Nikolai, an old friend of my father, arrives. They once studied at school, sat on the same desk and fought against the Nazis: they flew on heavy bombers.

I have never seen my dad. He was at the front when I was born. I have only seen him in photographs. They hung in our apartment. One, large, in the dining room above the sofa on which I slept. On it, dad was in military uniform, with shoulder straps of a senior lieutenant. And two other photographs, completely ordinary, civilian ones, hung in my mother’s room. Dad there is a boy of about eighteen, but for some reason Mom loved these dad’s photographs most of all.

I often dreamed about my dad at night. And maybe because I didn’t know him, he looked like Uncle Nikolai.

Uncle Nikolai's plane arrived at nine o'clock in the morning. I wanted to meet him, but my mother didn’t allow me, she said that I couldn’t leave lessons. And she tied a new scarf on her head to go to the airfield. It was an extraordinary scarf. It's not about the material. I don't know much about the materials. And the fact is that dogs of different breeds were drawn on the scarf: shepherd dogs, shaggy terriers, spitz dogs, great dogs. So many dogs can be seen at once only at an exhibition.

In the center of the scarf was a huge bulldog. His mouth was open, and for some reason musical notes were flying out of it. Musical Bulldog. Wonderful bulldog. Mom bought this scarf a long time ago, but never wore it. And then I put it on. One might think that she was specially saving it for the arrival of Uncle Nikolai. I tied the ends of the scarf at the back of my neck, they barely reached, and I immediately looked like a girl. I don’t know about anyone, but I liked that my mother looked like a girl. I think it’s very nice when my mother is so young. She was the youngest mother in our class. And one girl from our school, I heard myself, asked her mother to sew herself a coat like my mother’s. Funny. Moreover, my mother’s coat is old. I don’t even remember when she sewed it. This year his sleeves became frayed, and his mother folded them up. “Short sleeves are fashionable now,” she said. And the scarf suited her very well. He even made a new coat. In general, I don’t pay any attention to things. I’m ready to wear the same uniform for ten years, just so my mother can dress more beautifully. I liked it when she bought herself new things.

At the street corner we went our separate ways. Mom hurried to the airfield, and I went to school. After about five steps I looked back, and my mother looked back. When we part ways, after walking a little, we always look back. Surprisingly, we look back almost simultaneously. Let's look at each other and move on. And today I looked around again and from afar I saw a bulldog on the very top of my mother’s head. Oh, how much I liked him, that bulldog! Musical Bulldog. I immediately came up with a name for him: Jazz.

I barely waited for the end of class and rushed home. He pulled out the key - my mother and I have separate keys - and slowly opened the door.

“Let’s go to Moscow,” I heard Uncle Nikolai’s loud voice. - They gave me a new apartment. And Tolya will be better with me, and you will rest.

My heart began to beat loudly. Go to Moscow with Uncle Nikolai! I've been secretly dreaming about this for a long time. To go to Moscow and live there, the three of us, never parting: me, my mother and Uncle Nikolai. Walking hand in hand with him would be the envy of all the boys, seeing him off on his next flight. And then tell how he flies on the Il-18 passenger turboprop airliner. At an altitude of six thousand meters, above the clouds. Isn't this life? But mom answered:

I did not decide yet. We need to talk to Tolya.

“Oh, my God, she hasn’t decided yet!” I was indignant. “Well, of course, I agree.”

Really, I find it funny. Why did he stick in your memory so much? - It was Uncle Nikolai who started talking about my father. I was about to enter, but then I stopped. - So many years have passed. You only knew him for six months.

These people are remembered forever. He was kind, strong and very honest. Once he and I swam to Adalary, in Gurzuf Bay. They climbed onto the rock, and I dropped the beads into the sea. He jumped into the water without hesitation, and the rock was twenty meters high. Brave.

Well, that’s just boyishness,” said Uncle Nikolai.

And he was a boy, and he died a boy. At twenty-three years old.

You are idealizing him. He was ordinary, like all of us. By the way, he liked to brag.

“You’re evil,” my mother said. - I didn’t even imagine that you were evil.

“I’m telling the truth, and it’s unpleasant for you,” answered Uncle Nikolai. - You don’t know, but he didn’t die on the plane, as they wrote to you. He was captured.

Why didn't you tell about this earlier?

I recently found out myself. We found new documents, fascist ones. And it was written there that the Soviet pilot, Senior Lieutenant Nashchokov, surrendered without resistance. And you say, brave. Maybe he turned out to be a coward.

Shut up! - Mom shouted. - Shut up now! Don't you dare think about him like that!

“I don’t think, but I guess,” answered Uncle Nikolai. - Well, calm down, this is a long time ago and has nothing to do with us.

It has. The Nazis wrote it, but did you believe it? Since you think so about him, you have no reason to come to us. You won't understand Tolya and me.

I had to go in and kick Uncle Nikolai out for his words about dad. I had to go in and say something to him so that he would roll out of our apartment. But I couldn’t, I was afraid that when I saw my mother and him, I would simply burst into tears from resentment. Before Uncle Nikolai could answer my mother, I ran out of the house.

It was warm outside. Spring was beginning. Some familiar guys were standing near the entrance, but I turned away from them. I was most afraid that they had seen Uncle Nikolai and would start asking me about him. I walked and walked and kept thinking about Uncle Nikolai and could not figure out why he said so bad things about dad. After all, he knew that mom and I loved dad. Finally I returned home. Mom was sitting at the table and scratching the tablecloth with her nail.

I didn’t know what to do, so I took my mother’s scarf in my hands. I started looking at it. At the very corner there was a drawing of a small eared dog. Not a purebred, an ordinary mongrel. And the artist spared no paint for it: it was gray with black spots. The dog put his muzzle on his paws and closed his eyes. A sad little dog, not like Jazz the bulldog. I felt sorry for him, and I decided to come up with a name for him too. I named him Foundling. I don’t know why, but it seemed to me that this name suited him. He looked kind of random and lonely on this scarf.

You know, Tolya, we’ll go to Gurzuf. - Mom cried. - To the Black Sea. Grandfather has been waiting for us for a long time.

Okay, mom,” I replied. - We'll leave, just don't cry.

x x x

Two weeks have passed. One morning I opened my eyes, and above my sofa, on the wall where my father’s portrait in military uniform hung, was empty. All that was left of it was a square dark spot. I was scared: “What if Mom believed Uncle Nikolai and that’s why she took down Dad’s portrait? What if she believed it?” He jumped up and ran to her room. There was an open suitcase on the table. And in it were neatly laid out my father’s photographs and his old flight cap, which we had preserved from pre-war times. Mom was packing her things for the trip. I really wanted to go to Gurzuf, but for some reason it was a shame that there was a dark spot on the wall instead of my father’s photograph. It's kind of sad, that's all.

And then my best friend Leshka came to me. He was the smallest in our class, and sat on a high desk. Because of her, only Leshka’s head was visible. That’s why he nicknamed himself “the head of Professor Dowell.” But Leshka has one weakness: he chatted in class. And the teacher often made comments to him. One day in class she said: “We have girls who pay a lot of attention to their hairstyles.” We turned towards Leshkina’s desk, we knew that the teacher was hinting at his neighbor. And he stood up and said: “Finally, this doesn’t seem to apply to me.” It's stupid, of course, and not at all witty. But it turned out terribly funny. After that I just fell in love with Leshka. Many people laughed at him because he was small and had a thin, girlish voice. But not me.

Leshka handed me a letter.

I intercepted it from the postman,” he said. - Or else I’ll have to get the key and go into the mailbox.

The letter was from Uncle Nikolai. I was completely limp. I didn’t notice how tears came to my eyes. Leshka was confused. I never cried, even when I grabbed a hot iron and severely burned my hand. Leshka pestered me, and I told him everything.

About your folder - this is sheer nonsense. He received so many orders for bravery - and suddenly he chickened out! Nonsense. Don't give a damn about this Nikolai! Yes and no. That's all. Why do you need it?

“No, even Leshka couldn’t understand this. He had a father, but I never had one. But I used to like Uncle Nikolai so much!” I thought. “He was and isn’t. That’s all. Cheerful Leshka!”

In the evening I gave the letter to my mother. She took a new envelope, sealed Uncle Nikolai’s unopened letter inside and said:

School would soon end. We’ll go to Gurzuf, and you’ll wander through the very places where dad and I wandered. x x x

We traveled from Simferopol to Alushta by bus. On the bus, my mother got very seasick, and we transferred to the ship.

The ship sailed from Alushta to Yalta, via Gurzuf. We sat down at the bow and waited for departure. A broad-shouldered, red-faced sailor in dark glasses walked past, looked at mom and said:

You will be flooded with water here.

“Nothing,” my mother answered. She took a handkerchief from her bag and tied it around her head.

The sailor climbed into the wheelhouse. He was the captain. And the ship set sail.

A strong wind blew from Gurzuf Bay and raised a wave. And the bow of the ship broke the wave, and the spray fell on us in large drops. A few drops fell on my mother's handkerchief. A large spot appeared in the place where Jazz the bulldog stood. My face was also wet. I licked my lips and coughed from the salty sea water.

All the passengers went to the stern, and my mother and I remained in our original places.

Finally the ship docked, and I saw my grandfather - my mother's father. He was wearing a canvas jacket and a sailor's vest. Once upon a time, my grandfather sailed as a ship's cook, and now he worked as a cook in a city cheburek shop. I made pasties and dumplings.

The motor ship hit a wooden platform, the sailor strengthened the mooring cable. The captain leaned out of the window:

Hello koku! Are you going to Yalta?

Hello captain! “I’m meeting my daughter,” the grandfather answered and hurried to meet us.

And when my mother saw my grandfather, she rushed to him and suddenly began to cry.

I turned away.

The captain took off his dark glasses, and his face became ordinary.

Listen, brother, how long are you here for?

At first I didn’t understand that he was addressing me, but then I realized. There was no one nearby.

We are, I say, forever.

Ah... - The captain shook his head knowingly.

x x x

I woke up from an unfamiliar smell. I slept in the yard under a peach tree. It smelled so unfamiliar. Mom was sitting on the bench. She was dressed the same as yesterday. And that’s why it seemed to me that we were still on the road, we still hadn’t arrived. But we have arrived. Mom just didn't go to bed.

Mom, I asked, what are we going to do?

“I don’t know,” my mother answered. - But in general, I know. Breakfast.

The gate creaked and a small, plump woman in a dressing gown entered the yard.

“Hello,” she said, “welcome.” I am your neighbor, Maria Semenovna Volokhina. How the old man was waiting for you! I've been waiting so long! He kept saying: “I have a beautiful daughter.” - The neighbor purred somehow incomprehensibly. “I thought all fathers thought their daughters were beautiful.” And now I see that I wasn’t bragging...

“Good afternoon,” her mother interrupted. - Take a seat.

Wait! - the woman answered rudely and turned to her mother again. - My. He doesn't have time for everything! Such a beauty even without her hubby! - the neighbor continued. - Well, you won’t get lost here. At the resorts, the men are affectionate.

Stop it,” my mother said and looked in my direction.

Maria! - came again from behind the fence. - I'm leaving!

The neighbor ran away. Mom and I had breakfast and went for a walk around the city. There were few people on the narrow streets of Gurzuf. Locals worked, and vacationers sat by the sea. It was very hot. The asphalt overheated and sagged underfoot like a pillow. But my mother and I walked and walked. I was silent, and my mother was silent. It seemed to me that my mother wanted to torture herself and me. Finally we went down to the sea.

“You can take a bath,” Mom said.

And you?

I won't.

The sea was warm and calm. I swam for a long time and kept waiting for my mother to shout for me to come back. But mom didn’t scream, and I was already tired. Then I looked back. Mom sat with her legs somehow awkwardly tucked under her. I thought Mom looked like a wounded bird. Once I found a duck on the lake with a broken wing; it also sat awkwardly. I swam back. Got out to the shore. My legs were shaking from tension and my ears were pounding. He lay down on his stomach on the hot stones and lowered his head into his hands. Stones rustled very close by, someone walked almost over my head and stopped. I opened my eyes slightly and saw sandals scratched and knocked down from constantly walking on stones. I raised my head. A little girl stood behind her mother and looked at the dogs on the scarf. When she noticed that I was staring at her, she turned away from the dogs.

What is your name? - I asked.

“Jay,” the girl answered.

Jay? - I was surprised. - It's a bird's name. Or maybe you are a passerine forest bird?

No. I am a girl. I live on Krymskaya street, house four.

“Well, Soyka is Soyka,” I thought. “You never know what names parents don’t come up with for their children! For example, in our class there was a boy named Tram. His father was the first carriage driver on the first tram line laid in the city It was, one might say, a historical event. In honor of this, he gave his son the name Tram. I don’t know what they call him at home: Tram, or Tram, or Tram, you’ll break the tongue.” .

Jay, I asked, is your father a hunter?

No. He is a collective farm fisherman. Brigadier.

Mom turned, looked at Jay and said:

Her name is not Soyka, but Zoyka. Is it true? (The girl nodded.) She’s just still little and can’t pronounce the letter “z.” “Goodbye, Zoya,” said mom.

“Goodbye, Jay,” I said. Now I liked the name Jay better. Funny name and kind of affectionate.

Grandfather was not at home. He arrived much later, when the voices of holidaymakers were already heard in the neighboring yard. Our neighbor rented out rooms to visitors.

Grandfather came cheerful. He patted me on the shoulder and said:

Well, that’s it, Katyusha (that’s my mother’s name), tomorrow you’re going to go get a job. I've already agreed. In a sanatorium, by specialty, as a nurse.

That is good! - Mom said.

And suddenly the grandfather boiled. He even shouted at his mother:

How long will you play hide and seek with me? What has happened with you?

Mom told grandfather about Uncle Nikolai and what he said about dad.

All this is your nitpicking towards Nikolai. He is a good guy.

“He would be a bad father for Tolya,” my mother said stubbornly.

Tolya, Tolya! Seven spans in the forehead. Tolya could live with me for the first time.

“I won’t be left without my mother,” I said. - And she won’t go anywhere either. I don't like Uncle Nikolai.

What about you? You didn't even know your father. Nikolai offended him! What if Nikolai is right, if he still lives somewhere there, in a foreign country?

Grandfather said something terrible. “Dad lives there, in a foreign country?” I thought. “So he’s just a traitor.”

This can’t be, I said.

You understand a lot about people! - answered the grandfather.

Father, shut up now! - Mom screamed. - Think about what you are saying?..

I never heard her last words. I jumped out of the house and ran through the dark streets of Gurzuf.

I decided to immediately leave my grandfather, since he told me this. He apparently hates me, because I look like two peas in a pod like my father. And because of this, mom will never be able to forget about dad. I didn’t have a penny of money, but I ran to the pier. There stood the same ship on which we arrived in Gurzuf. I approached the captain and asked:

To Alushta?

To Alushta!

I thought that the captain would recognize me, but he did not recognize me. I walked along the pier a little and approached the captain again:

Comrade captain, don't you recognize me? Yesterday my mother and I arrived on your ship.

The captain looked at me carefully.

Found out. Where are you going alone this late?

We need to go to Alushta, urgently. But I don’t have money; I didn’t have time to grab it from my mother. Let me in without a ticket, and I’ll give it to you later.

“Okay, sit down,” said the captain. - I'll take you there.

I slipped onto the ship before the captain changed his mind, and sat down on the last bench, in the corner.

The ship set sail, rocking on the waves. Shore lights flashed overboard. They moved further and further away, and ahead was the black night sea. It made noise overboard and splashed me with cold spray.

A sailor came up to me and said:

Hey, boy, the captain is calling you to the control room.

I got up and went. It was difficult to walk, there was a lot of rocking, and the deck was disappearing from under our feet.

The captain stood behind the wheel and looked into the darkness. I don't know what he saw there. But he looked intently and occasionally turned the wheel in one direction or the other. A dim electric light bulb was burning above it, and the same light bulbs were burning at the bow and stern of the ship. Finally the captain looked back:

Well, what's wrong with you?

I said nothing. I had nothing to say to this stranger. But he pestered me, and I finally said:

I had a fight with my grandfather...

“Yes,” said the captain and again stared into the darkness.

I began to say that I was going to my friend Leshka and would somehow settle down there, but then our ship began to hum and drowned out all my words.

So,” the captain said again, “what about mom?” Oh, these proud sons - they always think only about themselves! What would they think about their mother?

I feel sorry for mom,” I answered.

Don't you feel sorry for your grandfather? The old man got excited, and you immediately became ambitious.

I didn’t answer the captain because he didn’t know anything...

And your grandfather is a nice man. The chebureks he makes are finger-licking good.

This is not the most important thing. - I turned away angrily.

A boat was coming towards us. He also hummed in response. The boat was small, it was almost invisible in the huge night sea, only the light bulbs that hung on it floated, swaying on the waves.

“His three sons died in the war,” the captain said. - Here, in Crimea, we fought together. We were in battle for several days. They were tired and went to sleep at night, clinging tightly to each other. And in the morning we can’t get up, we’re frozen to the ground. They took off and went into battle. All three of them died in this battle. It was cold to fight.

The captain fell silent. Because of the noise of the waves and the roar of the car, it was difficult to speak; I had to shout all the time. We were silent until Alushta. When they docked, I turned around and walked away. Slowly like that. I went out to the pier. I stood there for a while. Then the captain appeared. He told me:

If I were you, I would go back. It's not good. Tomorrow I will come to you and sort everything out. Your grandfather and I are old friends.

I can not.

But if I were you, I would go back. Your mother is probably running all over Gurzuf right now, looking for you. - The captain lit a cigarette. - A habit from the war. I just can't quit smoking. Well, let's go on the return flight. - The captain threw the cigarette into the sea and jumped heavily onto the deck of the ship. And I follow him. He sat down in his old place and sat until Gurzuf. When we landed, I heard my grandfather’s voice:

Kostya, didn’t you see that my boyfriend didn’t leave with you on the flight to Alushta?

The captain remained silent. Then I said:

Here am I! - and went out to the pier.

x x x

Mom and grandfather left for work early and I was left alone. Every morning I woke up from the same words: “Wow, my little bunny! Wow, what a bunny!” It was our neighbor Volokhin who was playing with his little son while his wife was selling peaches at the market.

But today Volokhin did not play with his son, but desperately scolded his wife. I went outside. The Volokhins’ gate was open, and Volokhin, a long, whitish man, was walking around the yard with a child in his arms. He waved his hand at me and ingratiatingly asked:

Mine is gone and gone. And I have to leave. Please sit with the bunny.

Before I had time to come to my senses, the “bunny” was in my arms, and Volokhin was gone.

The child was fat, his face was like a tomato. I started shaking and rocking him, but he didn't make a sound. “Some kind of mute,” I thought. “I’ve never heard his voice.” My arms were tired, and I lowered the “bunny” to the ground. And suddenly he started screaming. I had to pick him up again and hold him until Volokhina arrived.

Has my long one already run away? - asked Volokhina. - Leaky galosh! Other husbands and wives trade at the market. And this is inconvenient. He is a physical education teacher at the sanatorium, and vacationers can recognize him. Boss!

I slipped out the gate and headed towards the sea. He walked along the embankment and hit the iron fence of the city park with a stick, into which none of the local residents were allowed. A sanatorium was built there. And then I saw Volokhin - he was playing tennis with a fat man.

Volokhin noticed me and ran up to the fence. He wiped the sweat from his brow with his hand and said:

Working. I restore normal weight to a patient. Well, did mine swear?

She swore.

Cruel woman. - He laughed. - But the hostess is first class. She has a calculation in everything. Come on in.

“They won’t let me through,” I said.

Come on in. - Volokhin shook his head. - I'll give the command.

I approached the entrance to the park.

Ivanovna, remember this guy,” Volokhin said to the controller. - So that they always let him through at any hour.

I spent the whole day in the park, serving the ball to the volleyball players, playing tennis with the fat holidaymaker instead of Volokhin. And in the evening, when he returned home, he found Volokhina with us. She was talking to her mother.

This year darkness has come to the people. Why don’t you rent out rooms, Katerina? Extra money is not a burden to your pocket.

“It’s cramped here,” my mother answered.

Listen to what I tell you. - Volokhina leaned towards her mother. - I already have a lot of vacationers, the police won’t register any more, but there are still places. You go ahead and register them for your area at the police station, and they will live with me. Ten rubles for this.

No, my mother answered. - We have enough of our own money.

Gift money...

Tolya, are you going to have dinner? - Mom asked.

Yes,” I answered and looked at Volokhina.

Look what! - she said angrily. - They pretend to be honest. And she herself has a hubby!.. Everyone knows this.

Volokhina slammed the gate and left. Mom and I sat in silence and forgot about dinner. And Volokhina stood by the fence and talked loudly with some vacationer about the war, about how her husband fought honestly, and some surrendered.

The next day, as I was passing by the park, a fat holiday-goer called out to me and invited me to play tennis. At the entrance I ran into Volokhin.

“Ah, neighbor,” said Volokhin. He took me by the shoulder and led me to the controller. - Ivanovna, don’t let this guy be here again. All sorts of strangers are walking around. Goodbye dear! - And Volokhin waved his hand. - Hello to mom!

I didn't know what to do. If I were an adult, I would have fought with Volokhin. I climbed the mountain to the ruins of an ancient Tatar fortress and sat there all day. When I was returning home, I saw my mother, and a few steps behind her, Uncle Kostya. I didn’t catch up with them, but followed.

So we followed each other. For some reason Uncle Kostya didn’t catch up with mom. But I didn’t catch up with either my mother or Uncle Kostya.

Volokhin was walking at the gate of our house with a child in his arms.

And this woman, little bunny,” Volokhin pointed to my mother, “has a bunny husband.”

Mom didn’t answer Volokhin and went through the gate, and Uncle Kostya approached him.

That’s it, venerable one,” said Uncle Kostya, “if you say these words again, I’ll... In general, you’ll have to deal with me!”

But-but-but... - Volokhin retreated to his gate. - Be careful! I have a child in my arms.

I came close to Uncle Kostya. His face turned red. I thought that he was going to hit Volokhin, but he said quietly:

A magnificent scoundrel. Hiding behind a child.

Mom was waiting for us in the yard. She told me:

We shouldn’t have come to Gurzuf. Things are not going well for us here.

Stop paying attention to all sorts of scoundrels! - said Uncle Kostya.

And I thought that mom was right. If only we lived in the old place, at least Leshka was there. He is a true friend.

Uncle Kostya left. My grandfather and I were sitting in the yard when the postman brought me a new letter from Leshka. I tore the envelope. In it, in addition to Leshkin’s little note, there was another letter, in a white envelope, with a return address not written in Russian. I soon realized that it was from Czechoslovakia. “Strange,” I thought. “A letter from Czechoslovakia to mom.” I held it in my hands, and a vague anxiety suddenly took possession of me. For some reason I didn’t want to run to my mother with this letter. But then mom herself went out into the yard.

Tolya, have you seen my scarf? - Mom asked. - Oh, what a pity! I think I've lost him. Cute handkerchief. And the memory of our city.

Mom,” I said, “I have a letter for you from Czechoslovakia.” Lesha sent it. It arrived at our old address.

From Czechoslovakia? - Mom was surprised and immediately forgot about the scarf.

Grandfather raised his head. Mom hastily tore open the envelope - I saw her hands were shaking - and pulled out the letter.

“Karp’s handwriting,” she said. - I can’t read: my hands are shaking and flashes in my eyes... I don’t see anything...

Tolya, read,” said the grandfather.

I took the letter from my mother's hands. There were several yellowed notebook pages. And the first was a brand new white piece of paper, covered with large, even letters.

- “Dear comrade Katerina Nashchokova!

An old Czech, grandfather Jonek, is writing you a letter. More precisely, it is not the grandfather who writes, he does not know Russian, but his granddaughter Zdenek.

Thank God I finally found you. Now I will receive a reply letter, and then I will calm down.

I am forwarding a letter from your husband, who died on Czechoslovak soil. I should have sent you this letter a long time ago, but during the Nazi occupation I kept the letter separately from the addressed envelope. And the envelope disappeared when the Nazis burned my house. It took me several years to recognize your last name, because it was not in the letter. I wrote many letters to the Soviet Union, but from just the names - Karpishek (that’s what we called your husband) and Katerina - how much can you recognize?

Finally, I found one Czech partisan from your husband’s detachment. He lived in the High Tatras. I went to see him. He sent me to another partisan in Bratislava. In total, I visited ten people. Everyone remembered the Russian, but no one knew his last name. The commander of the partisan detachment knew, but he died. My son knew, but he also died. And then, when they found out your last name, they started looking for your address. This took a lot of time.

Dear Panna Katerina!

Come visit us. Take your son and come. Here in our village, in every house, you will be welcomed as if you were family. Come, be kind. See you soon. Your Ionek Breichal."

I put down Grandfather Ionek’s letter and looked at my father’s handwriting, at the sheets of paper, yellowed and dry. They became like butterfly wings in a collection or leaves and herbs in a herbarium. And, without raising my head, I began to read my father’s letter.

- “Dear Katya and Tolya! You have not received my letters for a long time, and this is my last letter. I will no longer have to walk the earth. At dawn I will be in the hands of the Gestapo. But first, in order.

We were returning from a combat mission. They bombed the enemy's rear. We flew alone. Our plane was damaged and fell behind the main group. The plane caught fire over Czechoslovakia and I ordered everyone to jump. The last one to jump was himself.

The minute I landed and extinguished the parachute, the Nazis surrounded me. There were about ten of them. They searched me and took away my pistol and your letter. We did not take documents on the flights.

"One?" - asked the officer.

It was early morning, it was just beginning to get a little gray, and the Nazis could not see how many people had dropped by parachute. Apparently they spotted me alone.

“One,” I said. “The rest died. There, there,” and pointed to the sky.

The officer laughed. He ordered something to the soldiers and ran with them to a grove that could be seen in the distance.

Two soldiers took me on a motorcycle to the city, to the Gestapo. I stayed there for ten days, and then ended up in a concentration camp. There were no Russians in the camp. Only Czechs.

After the Gestapo, it was difficult for me to work: my arms and legs hurt. But it was impossible not to go to work. The sick were sent to the hospital. And no one returned from there. And I worked.

Czech comrades helped me escape from the camp. They transferred me to a partisan detachment.

The detachment was small, only about twenty people, and we had a hard time. And so we blew up the railway bridge, which the Nazis really needed. They transported oil from Romania to Germany through it.

The next day, the Nazis arrived in a village located near the bridge, came to the local school and arrested a whole class of children - twenty boys and girls. This was “our” village. We had our own people living there. One of these was grandfather Jonek, the father of the partisan František Breichal. He brought us this news.

The Nazis gave a deadline of three days: if the person who blew up the bridge does not appear within three days, the children will be shot.

And then I decided to go to the Gestapo. The Czechs did not let me in, they said: “Our children, we will go.” But I replied that if any of them, the Czechs, went, the fascists could still shoot the guys out of revenge. And if a Russian comes, the children will be saved. And I went with grandfather Jonek.

Now it’s night, and in the morning I’ll go to the fascists. When you receive this letter, tell everyone how I died. The main thing is to find my regiment comrades, let them remember me.

All. It's already dawn. And I still have a lot to do. Now I will give both the letter and the envelope to grandfather Ionek. He will save it all and send it to you when the time comes.

Farewell. Your Karp."

x x x

All evening grandfather read father's letter. Then he blew his nose for a long time, rubbed his hand on his knee and finally said:

Katya, I need to go for a walk. You do not mind, do you? - He pointed to daddy’s letter. - I'll take it with me.

Mom had to go to the sanatorium to give an injection to a patient, and I went with her. I didn't want to be alone. On the way back we met Soyka, the same girl who swam with me on the first day.

I have your scarf. One aunt found it, and I told her: “I know whose scarf this is”...

Jay handed the handkerchief to mom, who unfolded it and looked at it - what a time! - to this dog show.

“I give it to you,” said my mother. - He's quite childish. Dogs.

I looked at my mother and understood: she did not want this scarf to return to her and remind her of something. Maybe about Uncle Nikolai. But I still felt sorry for the scarf. And I’m not little, but it’s a pity. Got used to dogs. But then I turned my eyes to Jay. What happened to her face is simply beyond words. What frightened, distrustful, wary eyes she had! She couldn't believe her luck. She liked these dogs, apparently, even more than I did. After that, all my greed disappeared.

This dog’s name is Jazz,” I said. - But this little dog is Foundling. For the rest, you can come up with names yourself.

Goodbye. - She was in a hurry to leave quickly. - I already fell in love with them.

We walked home in silence. I undressed and went to bed.

It seems to me that he was alive all the time,” I said, “and died only yesterday.”

Sleep, Tolya. Count how many stars are above us and you will fall asleep.

And you?

I can’t sleep, the stars are no longer helping me. I'll wait for my grandfather.

The next morning I got up early and went fishing. I loved to fish. True, I was a bad fisherman, I always yawned when the bite started. But I loved fishing. The sea is quiet. Sun. And the mood is either cheerful or sad. You can think about your mother, Uncle Kostya and grandfather. You can talk to dad. Yes, to myself. And today I came up with the idea of writing a letter to dad. Even though this may seem strange to many, I will write anyway. I really wanted to write him a letter, because I had never written to him. I’ll write and send it to Leshka.

Leshka can do it, he will understand.

Quiet on the sea. The sun sparkles in the water. And no one bothers you - come up with whatever you want. “It’s good that Uncle Kostya and I love the sea,” I thought. “And it’s good that there’s such an Uncle Kostya.” But I can’t change my dad either, and I came up with an idea: I’ll be a naval pilot.

When I was returning, I saw my mother, she was walking towards the pier.

“He’s going to Yalta,” I guessed. “To the city military registration and enlistment office. To look for dad’s comrades.”

Mom was wearing a white dress, which she had not worn for a long time, and white high-heeled shoes.

Uncle Kostya's motor ship stood at the pier. Mom went up to the pier, and Uncle Kostya came out to meet her. I really wanted to approach them, but for some reason I didn’t. I hid behind the ticket booth and watched them. I saw almost nothing, only the broad back of Uncle Kostya in a white tunic.

Then the ship set sail.

I looked after the ship for a long time until it turned into a small white dot sparkling in the sun.

On the upper embankment I met a detachment of Artek soldiers. They walked in formation. In white shirts with red ties and short blue shorts. Tanned. They had a real Crimean tan - light brown. You won't find such a tan anywhere else.

For some reason, when Artek members appeared on the streets of Gurzuf, passers-by stopped and looked at them. And now everyone stopped, and I stopped too. And the Artek leader gave orders, and they shouted loudly: “Good morning, everyone!”

I really liked that they screamed like that.

After the meeting with the Artek people, I was in a very good mood. It’s calm and a little sad, but good.

“Good morning to good people!”, a summary of which is given in this article, is a famous story by the Russian children’s writer and playwright Vladimir Karpovich Zheleznikov. It was first published in 1961 in the capital's Children's State Publishing House.

about the author

In addition to the story - good morning!" (the summary allows you to get acquainted with the plot in detail), Zheleznikov wrote several dozen more popular books for children and teenagers.

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

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

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

Zheleznikov died in 2015. He was 90 years old.

The narration in the story “Good morning to good people!”, a summary of which is in this article, is told on behalf of the boy Tolya Nashchokov.

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

The boy wanted to skip classes, but his mother strictly forbade him to do so. Therefore, he returned home after the guest arrived. From the hallway, he heard Uncle Nikolai persuading his mother to go to Moscow with him. Tolya rejoices at this prospect, because she doesn’t mind living with this courageous man.

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

The truth about Tolya's father

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

In response, Katya states that she does not want Nikolai to come to them anymore. Tolya also gets upset with her father and runs away from the apartment so as not to cry.

Returning home, he learns from his mother that they are going to leave for Gurzuf, to see Tolina’s grandfather.

On the road

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

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

Life with grandpa

The main characters settle in a private house with their grandfather. Tolya is put to sleep right in the yard. In summary: “Good morning to good people!” Zheleznyakov can trace the emergence of new characters. So, in the morning a neighbor comes to meet the Nashchokovs. Her name is Maria Semenovna.

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

Quickly enough, Katya finds a job. She gets a job as a nurse at a sanatorium. Grandfather inquires about the true reasons for their arrival. Having learned about the quarrel with Nikolai, he says that he always assumed that Tolin’s father could remain alive abroad.

Tolya runs away

Even in a very short summary, “Good morning to good people!” An episode of Tolya's quarrel with his grandfather is given because he suspected his father of betrayal. He jumps out of the house and runs to the pier. He wants to return to his friend Leshka.

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

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

Scandal with neighbors

At this time, Tolina’s mother ruins her relationships with others. Maria Semyonovna offers her to earn extra money. She rents out rooms to vacationers, but she has much more space than the police can register. She suggests that Katya register vacationers with her and place them with a neighbor. Katya refuses such income, then the neighbor spreads the news throughout the area that Tolya’s father is a traitor who voluntarily surrendered to the Nazis.

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

The truth about Tolin's father

This is how the truth about Katya’s husband becomes clear. In summary, “Good morning to good people!” Briefly and this article describe this story in detail. It turns out that Lieutenant Karp Nashchokov was shot down by enemy aircraft over the territory of Czechoslovakia. He spent 10 days in the Gestapo, then was sent to a concentration camp.

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

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

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

The grandfather could not tear himself away from the letter all evening, and then, upset, he went for a walk. They immediately stopped gossiping about Katya.

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

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

After the war, the boy Tolya did not see his father, who, as everyone believed, died in the war. The family learns from the father's friend that the father has surrendered and is now considered a traitor.

Katerina, his wife, moves with her son to Gurzuf to live with her grandfather, where she encounters hypocrisy and misunderstanding. When the family receives a letter from the old Czech, the whole truth about how the boy's father Karp died became known to everyone. There was no question of betrayal. By his act he saved an entire class of Czech boys and girls.

the main idea

The story of the writer V. Zheleznikov teaches not to give in to the difficulties of life, to believe in your loved ones.

Summary of Zheleznikov Good morning to good people

After the war, the boy Tolya did not see his father, who died in the war. The family became very friendly with my father's friend Nikolai. He was supposed to come visit. Mom went to meet him, and the boy had classes at school. Barely waiting for the end of classes, Tolya rushed home. As soon as he opened the door, the boy heard Nikolai’s voice. He suggested that my mother go to Moscow.

Mom was stalling for time and did not agree. I remembered how dad jumped off a huge cliff into the sea for her. Nikolai suggested that the boy’s father did not die on the plane, as stated in the official report, since the found fascist reports indicated that the pilot Nashchokov “surrendered without resistance.” Katerina loved her husband, could not believe his betrayal, she considered him brave.

It was decided to move to Gurzuf. Katerina’s father had been calling them to him for a long time. Mom packed her things, and now they were already with my grandfather, who had not worked on the ship for a long time, as before. Now he was the same cook, only in the city cheburek.

Katerina and Tolya meet their neighbors; the grandfather found a job for his daughter in a local sanatorium in her specialty, as a nurse. He did not believe his son-in-law Karp, he also considered him a coward, because his three sons died in the war as heroes.

Tolya, out of burning resentment for his father, ran to the sea. Having overcome himself, he returns home, thinking about the experiences of his mother and grandfather. And in the city, many changed their attitude towards visitors, hinting that the boy’s father had voluntarily surrendered to the Nazis.

And then one day a letter arrived from Tolya’s little friend Lyoshka, and in it was another sealed message from Czechoslovakia. It arrived at the old address, and Lyoshka forwarded it. After a long search for the family of the Soviet pilot, the old Czech sent her a letter from Lieutenant Karp Nashchokov. In this letter, the father, saying goodbye to his beloved Katerina and son Tolya, tells how he was captured, jumped from a burning plane in the territory of German-occupied Czechoslovakia, was in the hands of the Gestapo, and then was sent to a concentration camp. He was forced to work through force and pain, but with the help of his Czech comrades he managed to escape. He ended up in a partisan detachment and harmed the Nazis from the inside.

After another explosion of a bridge that was very important for the Germans, the Gestapo took twenty Czech children, boys and girls, hostage. Karp decided to go to the Nazis. He knew that he would never return alive, but he knew for sure that he was saving twenty children’s lives, even Czech ones. Now justice has triumphed: but Katerina and her son believed that their husband and father was a real hero.

Everything went on as usual, and the Artek residents who came to Gurzuf on vacation shouted loudly: “Good morning, everyone!”