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about the book THINNESS, or Adventures of Alochka and Vasya

Hello, friend!


Do you always tell your parents what happened to you? No? I see  Some stories only stay in your memory.

You are holding a book about the simple but dangerous adventures of the restless Wand. She and her little brother Vasya were looking for adventures wherever they could be found. However, no matter what happened to them, the children kept their presence of mind, thought positively and found reasonable solutions to the most difficult situations in life.

When Allochka became an adult, even quite an adult, that is, a grandmother, she decided to tell about everything that happened to her in a far, far childhood, to her granddaughter Katyushka. From these innermost, secret stories, the book THINNESS, or the adventures of Elochka and Vasyaturned out. Reading?












    

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About the author Darya Myasnikova

Darya started writing quiet late, her first stories came out when she was just forty years old. Accomplishesd lady (mother of four children, director of the consulting creative agency Lestnitsa, popular business coach, PhD in Social studies, assistant professor in Ural Federal University, founder and director of the student TV of the studio TViST) just took a pen and started writing Her stories for adults and children are full of optimism and infinite love for people, for their little sins. Every story is both entertaining and educative. Darya Myasnikovas pieces of work will make a reader smile and see his or her daily actions in a more critical way.



SvetlanaOliphorenko: Ive read Darya Myasnikovas stories. I did like it! I had an impression that I went back to mu childhood when I was reading Nikolay Nosovs Mishkas porridge, Vitya Maleev at School and at Home, etcI felt even sad that there was no more.



VadimGadelshin: It is important to be able to express such serious things as friendship, sympathy, upbringing, support, love with the help of simple words Not everybodys meant to have this talent, but Darya Myasnikova has managed to do that. And it is incredible!Brevity is the sister of talent, quoted Chekhov A.P..



LidiaMolotova: There is a cross-cutting emotion in her stories, she can hold attention. And these stories are sokind and a bit naive. It is a special view of life.



KseniaKruglova: I felt like I was in childhood. Ordinary words, and ordinary, one would think, plots, but there is so much sincere simplicity and kindness!!! Today we miss it so much!!! Theres an overwhelming desire to reach out to our kids with one demand, Dont hurry to become adults, swim in childhood, because it wont happen again The stories are funny, interesting, and easy-to-readIll take them for my princess.


 



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Getting a Christmas tree



Grandpa, why havent you decorated the Christmas tree with granny? The New Year is soon, isnt it? asked little granddaughter Katushka pulling her grandfathers sleeve. Its been over an hour that grandfather has been trying to get concentrated and to finish his academic article.

Yes! Thats true! said grandfather with a smile having abandoned all hope of finishing todays work. Galina! he cried to Baba Galya who was occupied in the kitchen, I think Ill go to get a Christmas tree for our granddaughter.

Be careful, Volodya, its cold outside. Perhaps, well do without a Christmas tree? And Katushkas parents will take her home soon, said Baba Galya going into the husbands study, but after having seen the enthusiasm in his fi eyes, she understood that her real-life thoughts hadnt found any support. Do you know at least where can you buy Christmas trees? uttered Baba Galya petting cherishingly the back of her husband.

I do! there was the sound of the short answer. Grandpa struck the hands together, collected his sheets of paper, arranged them carefully on the shelves,

and rushed to get dressed.

I also want to buy a Christmas tree! Ba, can I? whined Catherina.

Wait, Katush, its very cold today, and after all, we dont know how much time he will be looking for a tree Id better pull out our old toys and garlands, and well decorate the flat, said Baba Galya to her irrepressible granddaughter. Katya, could you help to get to the entresols?

Granddaughter took thought at a loss. To walk with grandpa was very joyful, but the entresols under the very ceiling were something very magic and tempting. There were a lot of old things that shes wanted to see for a long time. And now she got the chance!

While granny was persuading her to stay at home, grandpa was already ready waiting at the door.

Well, girls. Wait for me, Ill be back soon! he blurted out inspired by the idea of cutting loose and cheering up his granddaughter.

It turned up to be super interesting in the entresols: there were carefully put old carpets, books, magazines, a stack-stand for a Christmas tree in the form of a huge snowflake, boxes with garlands and Christmas toys. That was a fund of unexplored things which she was pulling out and studying.

In order to distract her from throwing about this home junkyard which there was many, Baba Galya said,

Katushka, lets drink some tea with sweets, and Ill tell you a story about my brother and me, how we went to look for a Christmas tree.

But Ill go up there again, okay? descending the ladder answered the girl, she adored the Grannys stories.

The kettle made a noise and turned off. Granny got a bag with multicolored sweets.

Guess what color this sweet is? asked lively Grandmother Galya putting her hand into a bag with multicolored sweets.

Green! granddaughter answered playfully.

You havent guessed, you havent guessed! smiled granny, Now this sweet is mine. Guess what color this sweet is?

Maybe red? Katya asked hopefully.

Attagirl! This sweet is yours! said Baba Galya giving Red poppy to her.

Katushka unwrapped the chocolate sweet with joy, bit off a piece and took tea with an appetite.

Now I want to make play, said granddaughter taking the bag. Guess what color this sweet is?

Yellow!

So cunning you are, Baba! I wont have sweets so if you play like that! Well, here you are! and she gave Pineapple sweet to her grandmother. Listen, Ba, you wanted to tell me how you had gone to get a Christmas tree with brother

Ah,yes! pronounced Baba Galya chewing her aromatic sweet.

Whengrandmotherstaredtellingaboutherchildhood, Katusha was narrowing her eyes and imagining that little Galochka  Alochka is a girl from nursery, that they often walk holding their hands, that theyve been friends for a long time and they share the most intimate secrets. And everybody says: surprising the way Katusha and Alochka are alike: their smiles, figures and vivacity of characters!

Lookingatthesparklinginterestinthegranddaughters eyes, grandmother continued.

It was winter in one small village in the Urals where was located my grandfathers military base. Dad was at work, and we with my brother Vasya and mother were preparing for the New Year. I was about ten years old, Vasya  about fi Well, we decided with my brother while mum was cooking lunch to go and fetch a Christmas tree. Of course, we said nothing to our mum, we just took our skis, dads handsaw and headed towards the forest that was next to us  over the fi We went from one tree to another and couldnt possibly fi an appropriate one.

Do you like this one? Alochka asked her brother once again.

Nope. Its clooked, answered scrupulous Vasya mispronouncing the sound r.

Well, youre right. Lets move on, sighed Alochka. And this one, look, is it good? asked sister hoping to win his approval.

Thats is too small, Petka has a bigger one! answered one meter tall chief having bent the brows.

Petka, Petka! And how long are are we going to climb snowbanks? Do you know that the sunset is soon? Maybe, mum is already looking for us, and we havent chosen a tree yet, elder sister started to resent, but what tree do you want? You dont know yourself! Ill cut down the first available tree and well go home, you see! said Alochka almost switching to yelling.

With cones, grumbled Vaska.

What?

With cones, downy and big, lisped younger brother strictly specifying the necessary qualities for the tree.

Aloshka stopped near a tall tree and raised her head up.

So, commander. Be here, Im going to get a tree with cones. Look, this one is good? Alochka asked Vasya pointing at the very top of the huge, old, branchy spruce that was full of cones.

Yes! brother cried joyfully.

Determined Alochka climbed up. Soon, Vasya lost sight of her. He had fun walking in the forest, but it was getting colder and colder to stand and to wait for sister.

Ala, you finif soon? younger brother started whimpering. I am coldwhat are you doing there for such a long time?

I am sawing. I am also cold, but I stay patient. Isnt that you who want to have a beautiful Christmas tree with cones at the top? he heard the sisters voice from somewhere above.

After a while a plaintive voice of the operation commander peeped.

Galka, get down, I dont want these curfed cones, I hear wolves earn its getting dark, Im so cold Im scared

Do five steps back from the tree! Do you hear me, Vasya? cried Alochka with all her strength.

Only the fact that the sawn top of the tree drooped over a big lower twig saved him, terribly frozen, from being hit. Alla jumped off and only then she realized how she risked after having thrown the tree.

Alochka, you are here, hullay! Lets go home! Vasiliy threw himself in his sisters warm arms.

Well, pal, wevefoundthemostbeautiful Christmas tree in the village! Ill carry you! commanded sister for whom Vaskas life was more important that the trophy recovered from the nature.

Okay  said brother with chattering teeth.

Vaska climbed up the tree, and Alla pulled it jerkily as she could, she had put the tree on Vasyas skis.

The adventurers saw clearly the house over the forest gap and the field, but now they were exhausted and with the huge load they had an impression that there are thousands of kilometers to it.

Perhaps, they would have frozen there if their father hadnt found them who was back from work.

Hello, children! Where have you found such a tree with cones? he was surprised and out of breath after a run through snowbanks.

W-w-we have sa-a-a-wn the top of the tree there  reported the commander of the operation with the frozen lips.

Good job, the tree is outstanding! Well, but I see that we should save the soldier! said dad taking son in his arms. Vasya and the tree, its up to me, and you, Galina, run ahead, calm your mother that youve been found. And promise that in winter, at night, alone, you will never go to the fi without adults. Okay?

Okay. And mother will scold me?

Youve made a mess. Take rap.

Katushka was listening to her granny without twinkling eyes.



That was the mother who had the most of the problems because she hadnt kept an eye oh the children, and this New Year she was a bit sad. But the thin on one side tree was anyway the most beautiful in the village. Some cones came off undamaged and made sincerely jealous local kids, Baba Galya fi her story.

Well, girls, take a forest beauty! shouted loudly ruddy grandpa who was at the door with a huge, downy tree.

Wow, grandpa, good job! It smells so good! Now well have the real New Year like in your childhood, thats right, granny? Katushka was glad jumping around the green guest.

Baba Galya smiled, barely noticeable tears gleamed in her eyes.








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Surprising costume



New Year holidays are wonderful time! Its warm and merry at home. Adults smiles and dont hurry. There was everybody in the kitchen today: from baby to adult. Mother was cooking salads, grandmother was beating batter for a cake. Katushka who wasnt at the nursery today was peeling the fifth clove with concentration and protruding lips.

Katush, said her mother lovingly, I think its enough. Even dad who loves everything spicy might be scared by this beet-root salad if I put five cloves more in the bowl!

Then well give the salad to the Father Christmas, daughter answered seriously.

Why to him?asked curious Baba Galya with a smile.

Ba, look out the window. Its cold, you see. Father Christmas is driving in a sledge in the forest, perhaps, hes cold. Our salad with garlic will warm him. Itll get him rid of snot, uttered careful granddaughter having sniffled and making a reach for another clove.

Mum and granny giggled. Katya was in a good mood today. She has a good nights sleep, didnt grizzle, she helped to prepare festive dinner, and the adults, to her surprise, changed a lot as well. Think, for instance, of her mother. Even when it was her birthday and she was waiting for the guests, she was serious and occupied. Today she was absolutely different  merry, relaxed and extremely beautiful.

Mummy, said Katya after having decided to continue the

conversation, youre the most beautiful on the face of the earth!

Even with hair curlers and a bathrobe? mother was surprised.

Yes! answered Katya.

Well, Ill have to answer this description! Anyway, the guests are about to come, pronounced mum untying her apron and looking at the clock. Wait, Ill be back soon.

In five minutes the kitchen was full of the Snow Queens beauty. Mother was with beaded white shoes, a long blue dress decorated with tinsel and a carved crown on the head, it was difficult to recognize her.

Wow! said Baba Galya and Katushka in unison.

Well, daughter, in this dress we should keep you away from the beet-root! Sit down and relax, Ill tell you how I amazed all the guests with my surprising costume when I was a child.

Katushka looked into Baba Galyas eyes very carefully and thought, I cant believe that there was a time when grandmother was like me. That would be wonderful to meet, to play with little Galochka- Alochka and to ask, How are you?.

Meanwhile, grandmother started her story about the adventures with her brother.

That year the neighbors from the same street invited father, mother, Alochka and Vaska to celebrate the New Year. They had three sons, a year apart in age, a bit elder and younger that Alochka. It was time to go out, but she hasnt decided yet which dress to put on to pay a visit. If there were girls, there wouldnt be any questions, but this time there are boys

If she puts on a sequined tinseled snowflake dress, these troublemakers will certainly pull the decorations and rip everything. If she chooses the cat costume, shell back home without tail. Maybe, the fox costume? No, shes been fed up with the fox in three years, and, anyway, her hair will sweat et become gummed up under the hat with flaps in the warm house.

Alochka, baby, are you ready? Ive clother Vasya and taken the rooster costume. And who will you be at the party? asked mother trying to put on the hat on constantly twirly Vasya.

Ive decided to put on a trouser suit. Ill be a girl wearing a

blue suit! answered drily Alochka who did love to amaze guests with her costumes, but today something went wrong.

Its strange, but okay. If youve decided like that.

Well, can we go out? uttered mother.

It was a real magic night. It was snowing. One might see a wonderful dance of every flying snowflake under the street lights. The path to the neighbors house sparkled with diamonds. Alochka wasnt in a hurry at all to see the naughty boys, she walked slower and slower enjoying the freshness of the air and the beauty of the New Year night.

Daughter, where are you? We are already knocking at the neighbors door! said mother in a bit annoyed voice.

Im coming! Ill just finish up my snowman and get up to you! answered Alochka putting one snow ball on another.

In ten minutes all the family: father, mother, Vasya and Alochka were already at the table and were eating pasties with poppy seeds baked by the housemistress. It was the most favorite delicacy of all the children, and Alochka loved it too, of course. After three pasties the children were full and spread in the house to the adults delight.

One, two, three, four, five! Ready or not, here I come! cried eight year old boy Leshka.

Alochka run into the next dark room and squeezed under the sofa. The crack between the sofa and the floor was narrow, but thin Alochka in skinny blue trousers just wriggled into there.

Leshka has run already two times past the secret place, he even peeped and looked into Alochkas eyes, but he saw nobody in the dark. At first, it was ridiculous, but then she was bored and even disgusted. They havent washed under the sofa for a long time and her noses started intching much. She couldnt help it any longer and started sneezing loudly, thats how she attracted attention of Leshka who had definitively lost her.

Meanwhile, content and relaxed adults were at the table talking about the success of their children who blasted past whooping over and over again. Finally, Leshka found sneezing Alochka and led her from the dark room to the guests. Silence fell at the table, and only mother couldnt help saying a word.

Gala, what you look like?!

At that moment Alochka saw her reflection in the sideboard. Instead of the cute girl in the blue trouser suit there was a monster with disordered hair covered with long-lived dust-balls that were equally spread on her costume. The wave of laugh swept the room. Everybody was roaring with laughter: boys, adults, and even an old man, who was in a chair and who couldnt walk, were giggling and saying,

Oh, youve made me die of laughing, girl!

A few seconds more and her eyes let flow with tears in desperation, but she had an idea. She made a funny face and started running about the room imitating a little monkey. Her behavior discouraged the adults, but the boys were filled with complete admiration. The party was a big success!

On the way back, Alochka got her pennyworth from the parents, but after the New Year all the boys next












door started not only respecting her but also recognized her as their leader.

Katushka smiled and having taken Baba Galyas hand, she said.

Nice! You are an attagirl, granny, that you didnt become puzzled and came up with a solution! Thats not the case to cry all the New Year because of the spoiled costume? I think that Ill come up with something  said inspired Katushka et went to the childrens room to get changed.








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