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“Uncle Fyodor, Dog and Cat” is a work by Russian children's writer Eduard Uspensky. This is a story about a boy whom everyone calls only Uncle Fyodor. Even mom and dad. And all because, despite his small age, he shows great independence, development, intelligence, seriousness and responsibility in any matter. His only problem is that his parents forbid him to have animals. But he loves them very much, feels sorry for them, and in general believes that he has the right to take care of them and consider them equal to himself. On the site you can download the free e-book “Uncle Fyodor, the Dog and the Cat” in fb2, epub, pdf, txt, doc and rtf – by Eduard Uspensky.

At the entrance, Uncle Fyodor meets the cat Matroskin - homeless, but talking. A new acquaintance tells him about his past, that he is of noble blood, with a good pedigree, and knows life. But this life has now thrown him to the sidelines. Previously, he lived on the roof, but now he is looking for shelter. Uncle Fyodor takes the cat home to a city apartment, and encounters rejection of the animal by his parents.

He decides to leave his parents. The boy collects all the essentials and leaves home the next morning, leaving a note for mom and dad. Uncle Fyodor makes a choice between a boring life without animal friends and traveling with them in favor of the latter.

Friends don't stay on the street. They arrive in the village of Prostokvashino. There are many abandoned “nobody’s” houses in it. People left the village in search of a better life and left their homes to disappear. Friends are putting one of these in order. They are not lazy, they work hard cleaning and housekeeping. The dog Sharik, who came to them, helps them with this. He becomes an equal member of their company. You can listen to an audiobook in mp3, read online or download the e-book “Uncle Fyodor, the Dog and the Cat” in fb2, epub, pdf, txt - by Eduard Uspensky for free on the website

At first, disputes and misunderstandings occur between the cat Matroskin and the dog Sharik. To a cat who has a high opinion of his mental and economic abilities, the mongrel Sharik seems too simple, and therefore not suitable for anything. But Uncle Fyodor teaches them to respect each other. The boy, unnoticed by everyone, plays a leading role in this company, enjoys authority, since he has the correct moral and value guidelines.

The antagonist of this company is the local rural postman Pechkin. His character is harmful and boring. He himself was not seen in anything discrediting him. But at the same time, it is known that Pechkin is the one who is trying to convict others of this. His curiosity and cunning border on rustic naivety. Postman Pechkin has a habit of invading the personal space of other people, into someone else's private world.

This is what he does with Uncle Fyodor. He finds a note given to the newspaper by his parents that a boy has disappeared. And he understands that his new acquaintance is exactly the one they are looking for. The postman begins to visit him more and more often to learn more about him and confirm his assumptions. It is characteristic that he is guided by the motive of receiving rewards. After all, for a hint, the note promises a bicycle. And he is very far from the idea of ​​selfless help.

Uncle Fyodor is his opposite. He does not live alone, but in society. And at the same time it does not merge with it. Thanks to his participation, such different characters as the cat Matroskin and the dog Sharik live harmoniously in one house. Uncle Fyodor teaches them true friendship.

“Uncle Fyodor, the Dog and the Cat” is the first story in the cycle about Prostokvashino. The story doesn't end there. Uncle Fyodor finds a common language with his parents, and they stop objecting to him spending the summer holidays there and celebrating the New Year. Many different adventures await the guys. Also read the summary of the book (abbreviated retelling) and the best reviews about the book.

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Part one. ARRIVAL IN PROSTOKVASHINO Chapter One UNCLE FEDOR

Some parents had a boy. His name was Uncle Fyodor. Because he was very serious and independent. He learned to read at the age of four, and at six he was already making his own soup. In general, he was a very good boy. And the parents were good - dad and mom.

And everything would have been fine, only his mother didn’t like animals. Especially any cats. But Uncle Fyodor loved animals, and he and his mother always had different arguments.

And once it happened like this. Uncle Fyodor is walking up the stairs and eating a sandwich. He sees a cat sitting on the window. Big, big, striped. The cat says to Uncle Fyodor:

You're eating a sandwich wrong, Uncle Fyodor. You hold it with the sausage facing up, but you have to put it with the sausage on your tongue. Then it will taste better.

Uncle Fyodor tried it - it really tastes better. He treated the cat and asked:

How do you know that my name is Uncle Fyodor?

The cat answers:

I know everyone in our house. I live in the attic, and I can see everything. Who is good and who is bad. Only now my attic is being renovated and I have nowhere to live. And then they might even lock the door.

Who taught you to talk? - asks Uncle Fyodor.

“Yes,” says the cat. - Where you remember a word, where you remember two. And then, I lived with a professor who studied the language of animals. So I learned. Nowadays it’s impossible to live without language. You will disappear right away: either they will make a hat out of you, or a collar, or just a rug for your feet.

Uncle Fedor says:

Come live with me.

The cat doubts:

Your mother will kick me out.

Nothing, it won't kick you out. Maybe dad will intercede.

And they went to Uncle Fyodor. The cat ate and slept under the sofa all day like a gentleman. And in the evening, mom and dad came. As soon as mom came in, she said:

Something smells like cat spirit here. It was only Uncle Fyodor who brought the cat.

And dad said:

So what? Just think, cat. One cat won't hurt us.

Mom says:

It won't bother you, but it will bother me.

How will he bother you?

“That,” my mother answers. - Well, just think about it, what is the use of this cat?

Dad says:

Why is it necessarily beneficial? What is the use of this picture on the wall?

This picture on the wall, says mom, is very useful. She is blocking a hole in the wallpaper.

So what? - Dad doesn’t agree. - And the cat will be useful. We'll train him to be a dog. We will have a guard cat. He will guard the house. Doesn't bark, doesn't bite, and doesn't let him into the house.

Mom even got angry:

You are always with your fantasies! You ruined my son... Well, that's it. If you like this cat so much, choose: either him or me.

Dad looked at mom first, then at the cat. Then again at the mother and again at the cat.

“I,” he says, “choose you.” I’ve known you for a long time, but this is the first time I’ve seen this cat.

And you, Uncle Fyodor, who do you choose? - asks mom.

“No one,” the boy answers. - Only if you drive the cat away, I will leave you too.

“It’s whatever you want,” says mom, “just so that the cat won’t be there tomorrow!”

She, of course, did not believe that Uncle Fyodor would leave home. And dad didn’t believe it. They thought he was just saying that. And he spoke seriously.

In the evening he put everything he needed into his backpack. And a penknife, a warm jacket, and a flashlight. I took all the money I had saved for an aquarium. And prepared a bag for the cat. The cat fit right in this bag, only its whiskers stuck out. And went to bed.

In the morning, mom and dad left for work. Uncle Fyodor woke up, cooked himself some porridge, had breakfast with the cat and began writing a letter.

“My dear parents! Father and mother!

I love you very much. And I love animals very much. And this cat too. And you don't allow me to start it. Order him to leave the house. And this is wrong. I'm leaving for the village and will live there. Don't worry about me. I won't get lost. I can do everything and I will write to you. And I’m not going to school soon. Only for next year.

Goodbye. Your son is Uncle Fyodor.”

He put this letter in his own mailbox, took his backpack and the cat in the bag and went to the bus stop.

Chapter two. VILLAGE

Uncle Fyodor got on the bus and went. It was a good ride. The buses out of town at this time are completely empty. And no one stopped them from talking. Uncle Fyodor asked, and the cat from the bag answered.

Uncle Fyodor asks:

What is your name?

Cat says:

And I don't know how. And they called me Barsik, and Fluff, and Blockhead. And I was even Kis Kisych. Only I don't like all this. I want to have a last name.

Something serious. Marine surname. I'm one of the sea cats. From ship's. Both my grandparents sailed on ships with sailors. And I am also drawn to the sea. I really miss the oceans. I'm just afraid of water.

“Let’s give you the surname Matroskin,” says Uncle Fyodor. - And it’s connected with cats, and there’s something nautical in this surname.

Yes, there is marine life here,” the cat agrees, “that’s true.” What does this have to do with cats?

“I don’t know,” says Uncle Fyodor. - Maybe because cats are tabby and so are sailors. They have vests like these.

And the cat agreed:

I like this surname - Matroskin. Both nautical and serious.

He was so happy that he now had a last name that he even smiled with joy. He reached deeper into the bag and began to try on his last name.

“Please call the cat Matroskin to the phone.”

“Cat Matroskin can’t answer the phone. He is very busy. He’s lying on the stove.”

And the more he tried it on, the more he liked it. He leaned out of the bag and said:

I really like that my last name is not teasing. Not like, for example, Ivanov or Petrov.

Uncle Fyodor asks:

Why are they teasing?

And because you can always say: “Ivanov without pants, Petrov without firewood.” But you can’t say anything like that about Matroskin.

The bus stopped here. They arrived in the village.

The village is beautiful. There are forests all around, fields and a river nearby. The wind blows so warm, and there are no mosquitoes. And very few people live in the village.

Uncle Fyodor saw one old man and asked:

Do you have an extra empty house here? So that you can live there.

The old man says:

Yes, as much as you want! A new house was built across the river, five-story, just like in the city. So half the village moved there. And they left their houses. And vegetable gardens. And even chickens here and there. Choose any one for yourself and live.

And they went to choose. And then the dog runs up to them. So shaggy and disheveled. All covered in burrs.

Take me to live with you! - speaks. - I will guard your house.

The cat disagrees:

We have nothing to protect. We don't even have a house. You come to us in a year, when we get rich. Then we'll take you.

Uncle Fedor says:

You cat, shut up. A good dog has never bothered anyone. Let's find out better where he learned to talk.

“I guarded the dacha of a professor,” the dog answers, “who studied the language of animals.” So I learned.

This must be my professor! - the cat screams. - Semin Ivan Trofimovich! He also had a wife, two children and a grandmother with a broom. And he kept compiling the “Russian-cat” dictionary.

- I don’t know “Russian-cat”, but I composed “Hunter-dog”. And “Cow-Shepherd” too. And now grandma is no longer with a broom. They bought her a vacuum cleaner.

“Anyway, this is my professor,” says the cat.

Where is he now? - asks the boy.

He left for Africa. On a business trip. Learn the language of elephants. And I stayed with my grandmother. Only her characters and I didn’t get along. I love it when a person has a cheerful character - sausage and treats. On the contrary, she has a difficult character. Broom-expelling.

“That’s for sure,” the cat supports, “and the character is heavy, and so is the broom.”

Well? Will you take me to live with you? - asks the dog. - Or should I come running later? In a year?

Let’s take it,” Uncle Fyodor answers. - The three of us are more fun. What is your name?

Ball, says the dog. - I am one of the simple dogs. Not a thoroughbred.

And my name is Uncle Fyodor. And the cat is Matroskin, that’s his last name.

“Very nice,” says Sharik and bows. It is immediately obvious that he is well-mannered. A dog from a good family. Just launched.

But the cat is still unhappy. He asks Sharik:

What can you do? He can just guard the house and the castle.

I can hill potatoes with my hind legs. And wash dishes - lick with your tongue. And I don’t need space, I can sleep on the street.

He was very afraid that they would not take him.

And Uncle Fyodor said:

Now we will choose a house. Let everyone walk around the village and look. And then we will decide whose house is better.

And they began to look. Everyone walked around and chose what they liked best. And then they met again. Cat says:

I found such a house! All caulked. And the stove there is warm! Half a kitchen! Let's go live there.

Sharik laughs:

What is your stove! Nonsense! Is this the main thing in the house? So I found a house - this is home! There's such a doghouse there - a sight for sore eyes! No house is needed. We can all fit in the booth!

Uncle Fedor says:

That's not what you both are thinking about. There must be a TV in the house. And the windows are big. I just found such a house. The roof is red. And there is a garden with a vegetable garden. Let's go watch it!

And they went to look. As soon as they approached, Sharik shouted:

This is my home! I was talking about this booth.

And my stove! - says the cat. - I have dreamed of such a stove all my life! When it was cold.

That's good! - said Uncle Fyodor. - We probably really chose the best house.

They looked around the house and were happy. Everything was in the house. And the stove, and the beds, and the curtains on the windows! And a radio and a TV in the corner. True, he’s old. And there were different pots in the kitchen, cast iron. And everything was planted in the garden. And potatoes and cabbage. Only everything was neglected, not weeded. And there was a fishing rod in the barn.

Uncle Fyodor took a fishing rod and went fishing. And the cat and Sharik lit the stove and brought water. Then they ate, listened to the radio and went to bed. They really liked this house.

Chapter three. NEW CONCERNS

The next morning, Uncle Fyodor, the dog and the cat were putting the house in order. The cobwebs were swept away, the trash was taken out, the stove was cleaned. The cat especially tried: he loved cleanliness. He climbed into all the cabinets and under all the sofas with a rag. The house wasn’t very dirty anyway, but now it’s completely sparkling.

But Sharik was of little use. He just ran around, barked with joy and sneezed in all corners. Uncle Fyodor couldn’t stand it and sent him to the garden to dig up potatoes. And the dog worked so hard that only the earth flew in all directions.

They worked like this all day. We weeded the carrots and cabbage. After all, they came here to live, not to play with toys.

And then they went to the river to wash and, most importantly, to give Sharik a bath.

You’re too neglected here,” says Uncle Fyodor. - You'll have to wash yourself properly.

“I would be glad,” the dog replies, “but I need help.” I can't do it alone. Soap is popping out of my teeth. What is washing without soap? Yes, getting wet!

He climbed into the water, and Uncle Fyodor soaped him and combed his fur. And the cat walked along the shore and kept feeling sad about different oceans. He was a sea cat, he was just afraid of water.

Then they walked home along the path in the sun. And some guy runs towards them. He's so ruddy and wearing a hat. About fifty years old. (This is not an uncle with a ponytail, but his age is with a ponytail. That means he is fifty years old and a little more.) The uncle stopped and asked:

Whose are you, boy? How did you come to our village?

Uncle Fyodor answers:

I'm nobody's. I'm my own boy. Your own. I came from the city.

The citizen in the hat was terribly surprised and said:

It doesn’t happen that children are on their own. Own. Children are definitely someone's.

Why doesn't this happen?! - Matroskin got angry. - For example, I am a cat - I am a cat myself! Your own!

And I'm my own! - says Sharik.

Uncle was completely at a loss. He sees that both dogs and cats are talking here. Something unusual here. So it's a mess. And besides, Uncle Fyodor himself began to attack:

Why are you asking? Are you, by any chance, from the police?

No, I’m not from the police,” the uncle answers. - I'm from the post office. I am the local postman - Pechkin. Therefore, I must know everything. To deliver letters and newspapers. For example, what are you writing out?

“I will order Murzilka,” says Uncle Fyodor.

“And I’ll say something about hunting,” says Sharik.

And you? - Uncle asks the cat.

“I won’t do anything,” the cat answers. - I will save money.

Chapter Four TREASURE

One day the cat says:

Why are we all without milk and without milk? You can die that way. I should buy a cow.

It would be necessary,” Uncle Fyodor agrees. - Where can I get money?

It may take? - the dog offers. - At the neighbors.

What will we give back? - asks the cat. - You have to give it away.

And we will give it away with milk.

But the cat disagrees:

If you give milk away, then why have a cow?

So, we need to sell something,” says Sharik.

Anything unnecessary.

To sell something unnecessary, the cat gets angry, you must first buy something unnecessary. But we have no money. - Then he looked at the dog and said: - Come on, Sharik, we’ll sell you.

The ball even jumped on the spot:

How is this - me?

And so. You have become well-groomed and beautiful. Any hunter will give you a hundred rubles for you. And even more. And then you will run away from him - and again to us. And we are already with the cow.

Yes? - Sharik shouts. - What if they put me on a chain?! Come on, cat, we'd better sell you. You are also well-groomed. Look how fat you have become. And cats are not put on chains.

Here Uncle Fyodor intervened:

We will not sell anyone. We'll go look for the treasure.

Hooray! - Sharik shouts. - It is high time! - And he quietly asks the cat: - What is a warehouse?

“Not a warehouse, but a treasure,” the cat answers. - This is money and treasures that people hid in the ground. All sorts of robbers.

What for?

Why do you bury the bones in the garden and put them under the stove?

I? In reserve.

Here they are in reserve.

The dog immediately understood everything and decided to hide the bones so that the cat would not know anything about them.

And they went to look for the treasure.

Cat says:

How come I didn’t think of the treasure myself? After all, now we’ll buy a cow and won’t have to work in the garden. We can buy everything on the market.

And in the store,” says Sharik. - It’s better to buy meat at the store.

There are more bones there.

And then they came to one place in the forest. There was a large earthen mountain, and in the mountain there was a cave. Robbers once lived in it. And Uncle Fyodor began to dig. And the dog and the cat sat down next to each other on a pebble.

The dog asks:

Why didn’t you, Uncle Fyodor, look for the treasure in the city?

Uncle Fedor says:

You're a weirdo! Who's looking for treasure in the city? You can't even dig there - asphalt is everywhere. And here the ground is so soft - just sand. Here we will find the treasure in no time. And we'll buy a cow.

Dog says:

Come on, when we find the treasure, we will divide it into three parts.

Why? - asks the cat.

Because I don't need a cow. I don't like milk. I'll buy myself sausage at the store.

“And I don’t really like milk,” says Uncle Fyodor. - Now, if the cow gave kvass or lemonade...

But I don’t have enough money for a cow alone! - the cat argues. - The farm needs a cow. What kind of farm is this without a cow?

So what? - says Sharik. - It is not necessary to buy a big cow. You buy a small one. There are special cows for cats. They're called goats.

And then Uncle Fyodor’s shovel clangs against something - and it’s a chained chest. And there are all sorts of treasures and ancient coins in it. And precious stones. They took this chest and went home. And the postman Pechkin is in a hurry to meet them.

What are you, boy, carrying in your chest?

Matroskin the cat is cunning, he says:

We went for mushrooms.

But Pechkin is not simple either:

What's the chest for?

For mushrooms. We pickle mushrooms in it. Right in the forest. Is it clear to you?

Of course, it's clear. What is unclear here? - says Pechkin. But nothing is clear to me. After all, they go for mushrooms with baskets. And here you are - with a chest! They would have gone with a suitcase. But still Pechkin fell behind.

And they had already arrived home. We looked - there was a lot of money in the chest. Not just a cow - a whole herd can be bought along with the bull. And they decided that everyone would give themselves a gift. He will buy what he wants.

Chapter five. FIRST PURCHASE

Mom and Dad were very sad that Uncle Fyodor was missing.

“It’s your fault,” my mother said. - You allow him everything, and he’s spoiled.

“He just loves animals,” dad explained. - So he left with the cat.

And you should accustom him to technology. I would buy him a construction set or a vacuum cleaner so that he can get busy.

But dad doesn't agree:

The cat is alive. You can play with him and walk outside. Will the designer jump for a piece of paper for you? Or is it possible, for example, to drive a vacuum cleaner on a string? He is not a toy, he needs a companion.

I don't know what he needs there! - says mom. - Only all children are like children - they sit in the corner and make little men out of acorns. You look, and your heart rejoices.

You are happy, but I am not happy. You need to have dogs, cats, and a whole bag of friends in the house. And all sorts of hidden blind man's buffs. Then the children will not disappear.

Then the parents will start disappearing,” says my mother. - Because I’m already tired at work. I barely have the strength to watch TV. And in general, don’t tell me your nonsense. You better tell me how we can find the boy.

Dad thought and thought, and then said:

We need to publish a note in the newspaper that the boy has disappeared. Name is Uncle Fyodor. And describe all his signs. If anyone sees it, let us know.

So they did. Wrote a note. They told me what Uncle Fyodor looks like. How old is he. And that his hair was sticking up in the front, as if a cow had licked it. And they promised a reward to whoever found it. And they took the article to the most interesting newspaper. Which has the most readers.

But Uncle Fyodor didn’t know any of this. He lived in the village. The next morning he asks the cat:

Listen, cat, how did you live before?

Cat says:

Lived poorly. Worse than ever. I don't want this anymore.

And you, Sharik, how did you live?

I lived normally. Half the middle. When they feed you, you live well; when they don’t feed you, you live poorly.

And I also lived normally. “Half and half,” says Uncle Fyodor. - Only now we will live differently. We will live happily. Here you are, Matroskin, what do you need to be happy?

I need a cow.

Well, okay, buy yourself a cow. Better yet, rent one. To try first.

The cat thought and said:

This is the right idea - rent a cow. And then, if we like living with a cow, we will buy it forever.

And Uncle Fyodor asks Sharik:

What do you need to be happy?

“We need a gun,” says Sharik. - I will go hunting with myself.

Okay,” says Uncle Fyodor. - You will have a gun.

And I also need a collar with medals! - the dog shouts. - And a hunting bag!

It gives! - says Matroskin. - Yes, you will completely ruin us! There is no income from you, only expenses. And you, Uncle Fyodor, what do you want to buy for yourself?

“And I myself,” says Uncle Fyodor, “need a bicycle.” I wasn’t allowed to start it in the city, there are a lot of cars there. And here I can ride as much as you want. Through the village and through the fields. Back and forth. Here and there.

But the cat disagrees:

You, Uncle Fyodor, only think about yourself. That means you will ride around the village, and we will run behind on foot. Back and forth. Here and there. No, this is not what I have dreamed about all my life! We don't need your bike!

“You buy a motorcycle,” the dog suggests. - How we bang-bang-bang through the village! All dogs will die of envy.

As soon as Uncle Fyodor imagined this fuck-bang-bang, he immediately felt happy. And the cat screams:

You don't think about anything! All you have to do is spend the money. What if it’s raining or frosty, for example? We'll all catch a cold. We'll get sick. And maybe I’ve just started living - I’m going to buy a cow! No, a motorcycle is not a car. I don’t need your fuck-tara-rah, and don’t persuade me!

Sharik thought and thought and agreed with him:

Yes, a motorcycle is not a car. He's right. We won't buy it. Never. We'd rather buy a car.

What other car?

An ordinary car, says the dog. - After all, a car is a car.

So what? - the cat screams. - Maybe somewhere a car is a car. Just not in our area. Our roads are like this... What if she gets stuck in the forest? You'll have to pull it out with a tractor. Buy a tractor at the same time!

And what? - the dog shouts. - He says correctly. Buy a tractor, Uncle Fedor.

Uncle Fyodor looked at the cat. And the cat is silent. What should I tell him? He waved his paw: at least buy a combine harvester, I don’t care if you don’t listen to me.

The cat took the money and went after the cow. And Uncle Fyodor went to the post office to write a letter to the factory so that they would send him a tractor.

He wrote this letter:

“Hello, dear ones, those who make tractors! Please send me a tractor. Just not quite real and not quite a toy. And so that he needed less gasoline, and he drove faster. And so that it is cheerful and closed from the rain. And I’m sending you money - one hundred rubles. If you have any leftover, send it back.

Sincerely... Uncle Fyodor (boy).”

And after a while, Matroskin comes home and leads the cow on a string. He rented it from a rural service bureau. The cow is red, big-faced and so important. Well, just a professor with horns! Only the glasses are missing. And the cat also became self-important.

This, he says, is my cow. I will name her Murka in honor of my grandmother. She's so beautiful! The last one was. Nobody wanted to take her. And I took it: I really liked it. And if I like it even more, I’ll buy it for good. You can do this.

He took out his scythe and went to store hay for the winter. And the cow came to the window. There were curtains on the window. She took and ate all the curtains. And all the flowers that were in pots. The dog saw and said:

What are you doing? Are you eating flowers and curtains? Maybe you're sick or something? Maybe I should take your temperature? Should I put a thermometer?

The cow looks at him as if she understood everything, and then she leans into the window, she pulls out a new tablecloth from the house - and let’s chew!

Sharik even fainted from surprise. Then he jumped up from his fainting spell and grabbed the other end of the tablecloth. Prevents the cow from chewing. He pulls towards himself, and the cow - towards himself. And none of them can open their mouths, lest they lose the tablecloth.

And then Uncle Fyodor comes from the store with some groceries. He bought a sailor suit for the cat, and a collar with medals for Sharik.

What kind of game are you playing with the new tablecloth? - shouts. - I also like a club of cheerful and resourceful people!

And they are silent. They just stare at him. Then he saw that all the flowers on the window had been eaten and there were no curtains, and he understood everything. He took the belt out of his trousers and how he would whip the stupid cow! And the cow, apparently, was spoiled. She looks like Uncle Fyodor with horns. He is to run. But his trousers were without a belt, and he got tangled in them. The cow is about to start butting.

The dog grabbed the cow by the tail and prevented him from butting Uncle Fyodor. And here comes the cat.

What are you doing with my cow? I didn’t take her so that you would pull her by the tail. Found some fun!

But Uncle Fyodor explained everything to the cat. And he showed the curtains eaten away. And the dog is holding a cow by the tail - you never know!

“You put your cow on a chain,” says Uncle Fyodor.

The cat resists:

This is not a dog to sit on a chain. Cows, they just walk around like that.

So these are normal cows! - Sharik shouts. - And your cow is psychic! - And the cow's tail came out.

The cow will run straight towards the cat! The poor cat barely dodged. He climbed onto the roof and said:

Agree! Agree! Let her sit on a chain, since she is such a fool!

Chapter six. PEBBLE GRASP

So Uncle Fyodor began to live in the village. And the people in the village loved him. Because he didn’t sit back, he was busy or playing all the time. And then he had more worries. People found out that he loved animals, and they began to bring him various animals.

Whether the chick gets separated from the flock, or the little hare gets lost, now they take it - and to Uncle Fyodor. And he tinkers with them, treats them and sets them free.

One day they got a little jackdaw. Eyes like buttons, thick nose. Angry-angry.

Uncle Fyodor fed him and sat him on the cupboard. And they called the little jackdaw Grab: whatever he sees, he drags it all onto the closet. If he sees matches, go to the closet. If he sees a spoon, he will go to the cupboard. I even moved the alarm clock onto the closet. And you can’t take anything from him. Immediately it grabs its wings to the sides, hisses and pecks. He had a whole warehouse on his closet. Then he grew a little, gained weight and began to fly out the window. But he always returned in the evening. And not empty-handed. Either he will steal the key to the closet, or the lighter, or the baby mold. One day he even brought a pacifier. Probably some baby was sleeping in a stroller on the street, and Khvatayka flew up and pulled out the pacifier. Uncle Fyodor was very afraid for the little jackdaw: bad people could shoot him with a gun or hit him with a stick.

And the cat decided to teach the little jackdaw to work:

Why are we feeding him in vain! Let it bring benefits.

And he began to teach the little jackdaw to talk. I sat next to him all day and said:

Who's there? Who's there? Who's there?

Sharik asks:

What, you have nothing to do? It would be better if you taught him a song or a poem.

The cat answers:

I can sing songs myself. There's just no use for them.

What's the use of your "whotam"?

And this one. We will go into the forest for firewood, and there will be no one left at home. Anyone can enter the house and take something away. And so a man will come, start knocking on the door, and the little jackdaw will ask: “Who’s there?” The person will think that there is someone at home and will not steal anything. Is that clear?

But you yourself said that there is nothing to steal from us,” argues Sharik. - You didn’t even want to take me.

“This was nothing before,” explains the cat, “but now we have found the treasure.”

Sharik agreed with the cat and also began to teach the little jackdaw “who-there.” They taught him for a whole week, and finally the little jackdaw learned. As soon as someone knocks on the door or stomps on the porch, Khvataika immediately asks:

Who's there? Who's there? Who's that there?

And this is what came out of it. One day Uncle Fyodor, the cat and Sharik went into the forest to pick mushrooms. And there was no one at home except the little jackdaw. Then the postman Pechkin comes. He knocked on the door and heard:

Who's there?

It's me, postman Pechkin. “I brought the magazine “Murzilka,” he answers.

Little Galchon asks again:

Who's there?

The postman says again:

But no one opens the door. The postman knocked again and heard again:

Who's there? Who's that there?

No one. It's me, postman Pechkin. I brought the magazine “Murzilka”.

And so they continued all day. Knock Knock.

Who's there?

It's me, postman Pechkin. I brought the magazine “Murzilka”. Here, here.

Who's there?

It's me, postman Pechkin. I brought the magazine “Murzilka”.

Towards the end Pechkin felt ill. He was completely tortured. He sat down on the porch and began to ask:

Who's there?

And the little jackdaw answered:

It's me, postman Pechkin. I brought the magazine “Murzilka”.

Pechkin asks again:

Who's there?

And the little jackdaw answers again:

It's me, postman Pechkin. I brought the magazine “Murzilka”.

When Uncle Fyodor and Matroskin and Sharik came home, they were very surprised. The postman sits on the porch and says the same thing: “Who’s there?” yes "Who's there?" And from the house the same thing is heard:

It's me, postman Pechkin. I brought the magazine “Murzilka”... It’s me, postman Pechkin. I brought the magazine “Murzilka”.

They barely brought the postman to his senses and gave him tea. And when he found out what was the matter, he did not take offense. He just waved his hand and put two extra candies in his pocket.

Chapter seven. TR-TR MITYA

A postcard was included in the magazine that Pechkin brought. And the card says:

“We ask you to be at home tomorrow. A tractor has been received in your name.

Head of the railway station Nesidorov."

Below was also printed in beautiful letters:

THERE ARE A LOT OF RAILROADS IN OUR COUNTRY!

This made everyone happy. Especially Sharika. And they began to wait for the tractor.

Finally they brought him in a large car and parked him near the house. The driver asked Uncle Fyodor to sign and gave him the envelope. The envelope contained a letter and a special booklet on how to operate a tractor. The letter said:

“Dear Uncle Fyodor (boy)!

You asked to send a tractor that was not quite real and not quite a toy, and that it was fun. We'll send you one. The funniest one at the factory. This is a prototype model. He doesn't need gasoline. It works on products.

Please send your comments about the tractor to our factory.

With great respect - engineer Tyapkin (inventor of the tractor).”

RAILWAY TRACTOR PRODUCTS PLANT.

TR-TR MITYA PRODUCTS. 20 l. With.

He read it and said:

Can not understand anything. What is "tr-tr"? What is “ly sy”?

What's so unclear about this? - says the cat. - Everything is just like a watermelon. “Tr-tr” is short for “tractor”. And “Mitya” means “Model of Engineer Tyapkin”. Who wrote you a letter.

What does twenty “ly sy” mean? - asks Uncle Fyodor.

- “Ly sy” is horsepower. This means that he will pull twenty horses if they pull in one direction and he pulls in the other.

So how much hay does he need? - Sharik gasped.

But he doesn't need any hay. It says right there: it works on products.

Uncle Fyodor was even surprised:

And how do you, Matroskin, know everything? And about last names, and about tractors, and about bald heads?

But you live with mine,” the cat answers, “and you’ll find out otherwise.” And where have I lived! And with some owners, and with others, and in the library, and even in the savings bank. I may have seen so much in my life that it would be enough for a whole cat encyclopedia. But actually, you’re messing around here, and my cow hasn’t been milked, my Murka.

He left. And the boy and Sharik began to start talking. They started pouring soup into the tractor and stuffing cutlets. Straight into the tank. How the tractor rumbles!

They got into it and drove around the village. Mitya drove and drove through the village, then stopped at one house!

What is he doing? - asks Uncle Fyodor. - Maybe the fuel has run out?

Nothing is over. He just smelled the smell of pies.

What other pies?

Ordinary. They bake pies in that house.

So what should we do now?

“I don’t know,” says Sharik. - It just smells so delicious that I don’t want to go either.

Wow, I bought a tractor! - says Uncle Fyodor. - So we’ll stop near all the houses? And at the canteens. This is not a tractor, but some kind of hippopotamus. Tr-tr - eight holes! May it be empty for him, engineer Tyapkin!

So they had to go into the house and ask for pies. When Matroskin found out about this, he became angry with Uncle Fyodor:

I told you not to buy anything, but you still don’t listen! Yes, we can’t feed this tr-tr now!

But then the cat calmed down:

It’s okay, Uncle Fyodor, don’t be discouraged. It's good that you have me. We can handle your tractor too. We will hold the sausage on a fishing rod in front of him. He will go for the sausage and take us there.

So they did. And soon the tractor began to improve. In general, he was cheerful. The cabin is plastic, blue, and the wheels are iron. And it was necessary to lubricate it not with machine oil, but with sunflower oil.

But then the cow Murka added more worries to them.

Chapter eight. HOP BLOWERS

The cow Murka, which the cat bought, was stupid and spoiled. But she gave a lot of milk. So much that every day there are more and more. All the buckets of milk were standing. All banks. And there was even milk in the aquarium. The fish swam in it.

One day Uncle Fyodor woke up, looked, and there was not water in the washbasin, but yogurt. Uncle Fyodor called the cat and said:

What are you doing? How to wash now?

The cat gloomily answers:

You can also wash your face in the river.

Yes? What about in winter? Also in the river?

And in winter you don’t have to wash your face at all. There is snow all around, you won't get dirty. And in general, some people wash themselves with their tongues.

Some even eat mice,” says Uncle Fyodor. - And so that there is no yogurt in the washbasin!

The cat thought and said:

OK. I'll have a calf. Let him eat curdled milk.

And at lunchtime there’s more news. And also with Murka. For some reason she comes from the pasture on her hind legs. And there is a flower in the mouth. She walks along, puts her hands on her hips and sings:

I remember when I was still young,

Our army was going somewhere...

She just doesn’t know how to speak words, but she manages:

Mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu,

Mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu...

And the cloud over her head is like a hat. Sharik asks:

Why was she so happy? Maybe she's having a holiday or something?

What holiday? - says Uncle Fyodor.

Maybe it's her birthday. Or kefir day. Or maybe Cow New Year.

What does New Year have to do with it? - says Matroskin. - She just ate too much henbane or hops.

And as soon as the cow runs away, it hits the wall with its head! We barely managed to get her into the barn. Matroskin went to milk her. Five minutes later he comes out, and something strange happened to him. He wears a sailor's suit in front like an apron, and a milk pan on his head like a helmet. And he sings something absurd:

I am a sailor

I'm walking in the open air,

Day after day,

From wave to wave!

Obviously, he tasted the fun milk. Sharik says to Uncle Fyodor:

First our cow went crazy, and now our cat has gone crazy. We should call an ambulance.

Let’s wait a little longer,” says Uncle Fyodor. - Maybe they'll come to their senses.

What is there in yourself! Murka in the barn began to moo Oginsky’s polonaise:

Mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu!

Mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu!

And the cat actually started saying something strange:

Lived with grandma

Two cheerful geese:

One gray

Another white one -

Petya and Marusya!

And also head into the wall - bang!

At this point Uncle Fyodor became worried:

You, Sharik, have two kopecks. Run and call an ambulance using the automatic machine.

The ball ran away, and the cat and cow began to come to their senses. They stopped singing and mooing.

The cat grabbed his head and said:

Wow, our cow gives milk! Only make condensed milk out of it and throw it to enemies in war. So that they go crazy and climb out of the trenches.

And then the postman Pechkin comes to them. So rosy and joyful.

Look what article I read in the newspaper. About one boy. His eyes are brown and his hair sticks up in the front, as if a cow had licked him. And height is 1 meter 20.

So what? - says the cat. - You never know there are such boys!

“Maybe a lot,” the postman answers, “only this boy left home.” And his parents are worried about what’s wrong with him. And they even promised a prize to the one who found it. Maybe they'll give you a bicycle. But I really need a bicycle to deliver mail. I even brought a meter: I will measure your owner.

As soon as Sharik heard it, he grabbed his heart. Pechkin will measure Uncle Fyodor, then he will take him home, what will they do with the cat? They'll disappear!

But the cat was not confused and said:

You can always measure it. Drink some milk first. I just milked a cow. My mug.

The postman agrees:

I'll drink the milk with pleasure. Milk is very healthy. They even write about it in the newspapers. Give me the biggest mug.

The cat ran into the house and quickly brought him a huge mug. He poured milk into it and gave it to Pechkin. Pechkin will drink and his eyes will widen! How to sing:

When I served as a coachman at the post office,

I was young, I was strong!

And also head against the wall - knock!

And the little jackdaw from home asks:

Who's there? Who's that there?

The postman answers:

It's me, postman Pechkin! I brought a meter for you. I will measure your milk. Give me the biggest mug!

And then the ambulance arrived. Two orderlies come out and ask:

Who's crazy here?

Pechkin answers:

This house has gone crazy! He rushes at me.

The orderlies took him by the arms and led him to the car. And they say:

Now the hops are blooming. A lot of people are going crazy. Especially cows.

When they left, Uncle Fyodor said to the cat:

Pour out that milk. So that there will be no trouble again.

And it’s a pity for the cat to pour it out. He decided to give the milk to the tractor. Tr-tr Mite. Nothing will happen to the car, they say. Tractors don't go crazy. And he poured all the milk into the tank. Straight out of the bucket.

Mitya stood and stood, and then he began to rumble - and at the cat! The cat threw the bucket and quickly onto the tree! And Mitya began to play football with a bucket. I played and played until I turned it into a cake. Oh yes, the model of engineer Tyapkin!

And then he went around the village to misbehave. Hill up weeds and chase chickens. And all sorts of songs hum. In the end he even went for a swim. Almost stalled. He somehow crawled out onto the shore, he felt ashamed. He drove up to the house, stood up, and didn’t look at anyone. He scolds himself.

Uncle Fyodor was very angry with Matroskin and put him in a corner:

Next time, do as you're told.

Sharik kept laughing at the cat.

But Uncle Fyodor said to Sharik:

OK OK. There is no point in laughing at a person when he is standing in the corner.

Of course, Matroskin was a cat, not a person. But for Uncle Fyodor he was still like a person.

And there were more adventures with this cow. And a lot.

Chapter Nine. YOUR SON IS UNCLE FARIK

The next day, Uncle Fyodor decided to write a letter home. So that dad and mom don't worry about him. Because he loved them very much. But they didn’t know where he was or what happened to him. And of course, we were worried.

Uncle Fyodor sits and writes:

“My dad and mom!

I live well. Just great. I have my own house. It's warm. It has one room and a kitchen. And recently we found a treasure and bought a cow. And the tractor - tr-tr Mitya. The tractor is good, but it doesn’t like gasoline, but likes soup.

Mom and Dad, I miss you very much. Especially in the evenings. But I won't tell you where I live. Otherwise you will take me away, and Matroskin and Sharik will disappear.”

But then Uncle Fyodor saw that the village boys were flying a kite into the field. And Uncle Fyodor ran to them. And he told the cat to finish the letter for him. The cat took a pencil and began to write:

“We also have a warm stove. I love relaxing on it so much! My health is not very good: sometimes my paws ache, sometimes my tail falls off. Because, my dear father and mother, my life was difficult, full of hardships and expulsions. But now everything is different. And I have sausage, and fresh milk is in a bowl on the floor. Drink - I don't want to. I don't even want to see mice. I just catch them for fun. I either use a fishing rod or use a vacuum cleaner to pull them out of their holes and take them to the field. And during the day I like to climb onto the roof. And there I’ll widen my eyes, straighten my mustache and sunbathe like crazy. In the sun I lick my lips and dry.”

Then the cat heard the mice scratching in the underground. He shouted to Sharik and ran into the underground with a vacuum cleaner. He took the pencil ball between his teeth and continued scribbling:

“And the other day I started shedding. The old wool is falling off me - at least don’t go into the house. But a new one is growing - clean, silky! Just a scribble. I'm also a little hoarse. There are a lot of passers-by, you have to bark at everyone. You bark for an hour, bark for two, and then I don’t bark, but some kind of whistling and gurgling.

Dear dad and mom, you simply don’t recognize me now. My tail is crooked, my ears are erect, my nose is cold and my hair has become more shaggy. Now I can even sleep in the snow in winter. Now I go to the store myself. And all the sellers know me. They give me the bones for free. So don't worry about me. I have become so healthy, just - wow! If I get to the exhibition, I will be guaranteed all the medals. For beauty and intelligence.

Goodbye. Your son is Uncle Sharik.”

Then he wanted to change the word “Sharik” to “Fedor”. And something completely incomprehensible turned out:

"Goodbye. Your son is Uncle Farik."

He and Matroskin sealed the letter, wrote the address, and Sharik took it between his teeth to the mailbox.

But the letter from the box did not soon reach the address. Because the postman Pechkin was in the isolation ward. At first he didn't want to stay there. He said that it was not he who had gone crazy, but Uncle Fyodor’s house, who started butting heads.

And then he liked it in the isolation ward. There was no need to deliver letters, and the food was good. And he also met an accountant there. This accountant was taken to the hospital by his children. And he raised Pechkin all the time. He said:

Pechkin, don't jump on the bed!

Pechkin, don't lean out the window!

Pechkin, don’t throw cutlets at your comrades!

Although Pechkin did not stick out from anywhere, did not jump anywhere and did not throw any cutlets at his comrades.

But Pechkin was offended by Uncle Fyodor. He said this:

Some people keep dogs and cats at home, but I don’t even have a bicycle.

But that happened later. In the meantime, he was still in the isolation ward and the letter was in the mailbox.

Chapter ten. THE BALL GOES TO THE FOREST

Uncle Fyodor and the cat lived in the house. And Sharik was still running around the site or sitting in the booth. And spent the night there. He only came to the house for dinner or to visit. And then one day he sits in his booth and thinks:

“The cat bought himself a cow. Uncle Fyodor is a tractor. Am I the worst of all, or what? It's time for me to buy a gun for happiness. As long as there is money."

Uncle Fyodor kept trying to dissuade him from buying a gun - he felt sorry for the animals. And the cat tried to dissuade him - he was sorry for the money. But the dog doesn’t even want to listen.

Step aside,” he says, “to the side!” Instinct awakens in me! Animals are created to be hunted. I didn’t understand this before because I lived poorly! And now I have recovered, and I was drawn into the forest with terrible force!

He went to the store and bought a gun. And I bought cartridges, and I bought a hunting bag to put all kinds of animals in there.

Wait for me, he says, in the evening. I'll shoot you something tasty.

He left the village and went into the forest. He sees a collective farmer riding a cart. Collective farmer says:

Sit down, hunter, I'll give you a ride.

The ball sat down on the cart and dangled its paws. And the collective farmer asks:

How do you shoot, friend? Fine?

But of course! - says Sharik.

And if I throw my hat, will you hit it?

Sharik stood up on his hind legs and prepared his gun.

Throw away, he says, your hat. Now there will be nothing left of her. Just holes.

The driver took off his hat and threw it into the air. High, high, under the clouds. The ball is like a woman! The horse will be so scared! And - run! The cart, of course, is behind her. The ball on his feet could not resist the surprise and flew off the cart upside down. As if on the road - splash! Wow the hunt begins!

Now I'm going to hit him!

The hare saw him and ran. The ball is behind him. But he tripped over something and got entangled in his bag. In which to carry the loot. He sits in his bag and thinks:

“Wow, the hunt begins! What is it, now I’ll carry myself home?! It turns out that I am also a hunter, and I am also a trophy? This will be a laugh..."

He got out of the bag and followed the trail. The gun is behind your back, nose to the ground. He reached a narrow river and saw that a hare was already jumping on the other bank. The dog took a gun in his teeth and swam away - don’t abandon the hare! And the gun is heavy - it’s about to drown Sharik. Sharik looks, and he is already at the bottom.

“What does this mean? - the dog thinks. “This is no longer hunting, this is fishing!”

He decided to throw the gun and surface as quickly as possible.

“It’s okay, unhappy hare, I’ll show you later! I'll get you even without a gun! I'll kick your ears! You’ll learn how to mock hunters!”

He floats up, floats up, but he just doesn’t float up.

He got tangled in his gun belt and in his bag. That's it, it's over for Sharik.

But then he felt that someone was pulling him up by the collar, towards the sun.

And it was an old beaver, he was building a dam nearby. He pulled out Sharik and said:

I have nothing to do but pull different dogs out of the water!

Sharik answers:

And I didn’t ask to be pulled out! I may not have drowned at all. Maybe I was scuba diving! I haven't decided yet what I was doing there at the bottom.

And it’s so bad for yourself - even if you shout guard. And the water from it splashes like a fountain, and you are ashamed to raise your eyes to the beaver. Of course, he went to hunt animals, but instead they saved him from death.

He is walking home along the shore. He's as dejected as a wet chicken. He drags the gun on a strap and thinks to himself:

“Something doesn’t work out so well for me with desire. First I fell off the cart. Then he got entangled in his hunting bag. And in the end he almost drowned. I don't like this kind of hunting. I'd rather fish. I’ll buy myself some fishing rods and a net. I’ll take a sausage sandwich and sit on the shore. I will be a fishing dog, not a hunting dog. But I don’t want to shoot animals. I will only save them."

It's easy to say, but difficult to do. After all, he was born a hunting dog, and not some other one.

Chapter Eleven. BEAVER

And Uncle Fyodor and Matroskin are sitting at home. They are waiting for a ball from the hunt. Uncle Fyodor makes a bird feeder, and the cat takes care of the housework: he sews on buttons and darns socks.

It was already dark outside the window when Sharik arrived. He picked up his bag and shook the animal onto the table. The animal is small, fluffy, sad eyes and a shovel tail.

This is who I brought.

Where did you get it? - asks Uncle Fyodor.

Pulled it out of the river. He was sitting on the bank, saw me and jumped into the river! Out of fright. I barely caught him. Otherwise he would have drowned. After all, he is still small.

The cat listened, listened and said:

Oh, you idiot! After all, this is a beaver! He lives in the water. This is his home. You, one might say, pulled him out of the house!

The dog answers:

Who knew that he lives in water? I thought he wanted to drown! Look how wet I am!

And I don’t want to watch! - says the cat. - I’m also a hunter, he doesn’t know anything about animals! - And climbed onto the stove.

And the little beaver sits, gawking at everyone. Doesn't understand anything. Uncle Fyodor gave him boiled milk. The little beaver drank the milk, and his eyes began to close.

Where should I put him to sleep? - asks the boy.

As where? - says the dog. - If he lives in water, he needs to be put in a basin.

You yourself need to be put in the basin! - Matroskin shouts from the stove. - So that you wise up a little!

The dog was completely upset:

You yourself said that he lives in water.

“He only swims in the water, but he lives in a house on the shore,” explains the cat.

Then Uncle Fyodor took the beaver and put it in the closet, in the shoe box. And the little beaver immediately fell asleep. And Sharik also went to his booth to sleep. He is not used to lying on beds. He was a country dog, not spoiled.

In the morning, Uncle Fyodor woke up and heard something strange in the house. As if someone is sawing wood: dr-dr... dr-dr...

And again: dr-dr... dr-dr...

He got out of bed and saw horror. They don’t have a house, but a carpentry workshop. There are shavings, chips and sawdust all around. But there is no dining table. A beaver sits in a pile of shavings and grinds a table leg.

The cat dangled his paws from the stove and said:

Look what your Sharik suits us with. Now I have to buy a new table. It’s good that I cleared all the dishes from the table. We would be left without plates! With only forks.

They called Sharik.

Look what you're doing to us!

“And if he sawed through my bed,” says Uncle Fyodor, “I would crash right onto the floor in the middle of the night.” Thank you!

He gave Sharik a hunting bag and said:

Run to the river, without breakfast, and take the little beaver to the place where you took it. Just be careful not to catch anyone else from the river! We are not some kind of millionaires!

Sharik put the beaver in his bag and ran without talking. He himself was no longer glad that he had caught the beaver. And the beaver’s parents were very happy and did not scold Sharik. They realized that it was not out of malice that he dragged their son away - it was a misunderstanding. So everything ended very well. I just had to buy a new table.

But from then on Sharik became sad. He wants to go hunting in the forest - and that’s it! And when he comes out with a gun, he sees the little animal - he can’t shoot, no matter how much you cry! He comes from the forest - he doesn’t eat, doesn’t drink: sadness gnaws at him. He became dead, tortured - it couldn’t be worse!

Chapter twelve. MOM AND DAD READING A LETTER

Finally, Uncle Fyodor’s letter arrived in the city. In the city, another postman put it in a bag and took it home to mom and dad. And outside the rain was very, very heavy. The postman was soaked to the skin. Dad even took pity on him:

Why are you carrying wet letters in this weather? You'd better send them by mail.

The postman agreed:

Right, right. Why am I wearing them in the damp? You came up with a good idea. I'll report to my boss today.

- “And we also have a warm stove. I love relaxing on it so much! My health is not very good: sometimes my paws ache, sometimes my tail falls off. Because, my dear father and mother, my life was difficult, full of hardships and expulsions. But now everything is different. And I have sausage, and fresh milk is in a bowl on the floor... I don’t even want to see mice. I just catch them for fun... with a fishing rod... or with a vacuum cleaner... And during the day I like to climb onto the roof... I open my eyes, straighten my mustache and sunbathe like crazy. I'm licking my lips in the sun..."

Mom listened and listened - and suddenly she fainted! Dad brought water and brought mom to her senses. Then my mother began to read herself:

- “And the other day I started shedding. The old wool is falling off me - at least don’t go into the house. But a new one is growing - clean, silky! Just a scribble. I'm also a little hoarse. There are a lot of passers-by, you have to bark at everyone. You bark for an hour, bark for two, and then I don’t have a bark, but some kind of whistling and gurgling..."

Then a crash was heard in the room. It was dad who fainted. Now mom ran to get water for dad to bring him to his senses.

Dad came to his senses and said:

What happened to our child? And his paws ache, and his tail falls off, and he began to bark at passers-by.

And he catches mice with a fishing rod,” says mom. - And his fur is pure astrakhan fur. Maybe he turned into a lamb out there in nature? From fresh air?

Yes? - says dad. - I haven’t even heard lambs gurgling at passers-by. Maybe he was just crazy from the fresh air?

- “Dear dad and mom, you simply don’t recognize me now. My tail is crooked, my ears are erect, my nose is cold and my shaggy hair has increased..."

What has he improved? - asks mom.

His hairiness has increased. He can now sleep in the snow in winter.

Mom asks:

Okay, read to the end. I want to know the whole truth about what happened to my son.

And dad read to the end:

“Now I go to the store myself. And all the sellers know me. They give me the bones for free... So don’t worry about me... If I get to the exhibition, I’ll get all the medals. For beauty and intelligence. Goodbye.

Your son is Uncle Farik."

After this letter, mom and dad took half an hour to come to their senses and drank all the medicine in the house.

Then mom says:

Or maybe it's not him? Maybe we've gone crazy? Maybe it’s our shaggyness that has increased? And can we sleep in the snow in winter?

Dad began to calm her down, but mom still screams:

All the sellers have known me for a long time and they give me bones for free! I don't want to see mice! Now my paws are also aching and my tail is falling off! Because my life was difficult, full of hardships and expulsions! Where is my bowl on the floor?!

Her dad barely brought her to his senses.

If we went crazy, it wouldn't be both of us at once. Individually they go crazy. It's just that everyone gets sick with the flu. And our shaggyness did not increase, but on the contrary. Because we were at the hairdresser yesterday.

But just in case, they took their temperature. And the temperature was normal - 36.6. Then dad took the envelope and examined it carefully. There was a stamp on the envelope, and on it was the name of the village from which this letter was sent. It was written there:

"The village of Prostokvashino."

Mom and Dad took out a map and began to look where such a village was located. We counted twenty-two such villages. They took and wrote a letter to each village. To every village postman.

“Dear postman!

Is there a city boy in your village whose name is Uncle Fyodor? He left home and we are very worried about him.

If he lives with you, write and we will come for him. And we will bring you gifts. Just don’t say anything to the boy so that he doesn’t know anything. Otherwise he might move to another village, and we won’t find him again. And we feel bad without him.

With great respect - mom Rimma and dad Dima.”

They wrote twenty-two such letters and sent them to all villages called Prostokvashino.

Chapter thirteen. SHARIK CHANGES PROFESSION

Uncle Fyodor says to the cat:

We need to do something with Sharik. He will disappear from us. Completely dry from melancholy.

The cat suggests:

Maybe we should make him a sled dog? He doesn't have to be a hunter. Let's buy a cart and use it to carry all sorts of things. For example, milk for the market.

No,” Uncle Fyodor objects. - Sled dogs are found only in the North. And then, we have Mitya’s tr-tr. We need to come up with something else.

And then he says:

Invented! We'll make a circus dog out of him - a poodle. We'll teach him to dance, jump through a hoop, and juggle a balloon. Let the kids have fun with the little ones.

The cat agreed with Uncle Fyodor:

Well then. Let him be a poodle. Indoor dogs are also needed, even though they are useless. He will live in the house, lie on the sofa and give slippers to the owner.

They called Sharik and asked:

Well, do you want them to make a poodle out of you?

At least make a stuffed animal! - says Sharik. - Life is not nice to me anyway. There is no happiness for me on this earth. I'll bury my calling.

And they began to get ready across the river: to a new five-story house, to a hairdresser. Uncle Fyodor went to get Mitya started and Matroskin to throw some hay for Murka. He opened the barn door for her and said:

We are leaving the house to you. If some crook appears, don’t mess with him. Horn him. And in the evening I will treat you to something.

Uncle Fyodor rolled Mitya out, poured some soup into him and sat down in the driver’s seat. Sharik settled down next to him, and Matroskin was upstairs. And they went to get their hair cut.

Mitya rattled joyfully and worked his wheels with all his might. He sees a puddle - and follow it! So the water fans out in all directions. Still a young tractor! New guy. And if he met chickens on the way, he would quietly creep up and hum at the top of his lungs: “Uu-uu-uu!” The poor chickens were scattered all over the road. It was a wonderful trip. Uncle Fyodor sang a song, and the tractor sang along with him. They did very well.

There is a birch tree in the field...

Tyr-tyr-tyr.

Curly in the field...

Tyr-tyr-tyr.

Lyuli-lyuli...

Tyr-tyr-tyr.

Lyuli-lyuli...

Tyr-tyr-tyr.

Finally they arrived at the hairdresser's. The cat stayed in the tractor to guard it, while Uncle Fyodor and Sharik went to get a haircut. The hairdressing salon is clean, cozy and bright, and women sit under hoods, drying themselves. The hairdresser asks Uncle Fyodor:

What do you want, young man?

I need to cut Sharik's hair.

Hairdresser says:

We made it! Balls, cubes! And how to cut it? Polka or semi-box? Or maybe like a boy? Or maybe shave him at the same time?

Uncle Fyodor answers:

No need to shave it. And it’s not necessary to look like a boy. He needs a poodle haircut.

Is it like a poodle?

Very simple. It needs to be curled on top. Everything is bare below. And there is a tassel on the tail.

“I see,” says the hairdresser. - There is a tassel on the tail, a cane in the hands, a bone in the teeth. This is no longer Sharik, this is the groom!

And all the women under their hoods laughed.

It won't work, young man. We have a women's room and a men's room, but we don't have a dog room yet.

So they came to Matroskin with nothing. Cat says:

Oh you! You would say that this is not just a dog, but some kind of artist or stadium director. You would instantly have your hair cut, curled, and sprayed with cologne. Come on, go back!

When they came again, the hairdresser was very surprised:

Have you forgotten something, young man? What exactly?

Uncle Fedor says:

We forgot to tell you that this dog is not just a dog, but a scientist. We are preparing her for the performance.

The hairdresser laughs:

Oh, boiled scientist! What can she do for you? Maybe she knows how to write and compose? Maybe she plays your pipe?

Uncle Fedor says:

I don’t know about the pipe, but she easily counts.

Yes? Well, what is five five?

“Five five will be twenty five,” says Sharik. - And six six is ​​thirty six.

The hairdresser heard it and sat down in the barber chair! Indeed, the dog is a scientist: he can not only count, but also speak. He took out a clean napkin and said:

If the clients don't mind, I'm welcome. And I will cut and curl your Sharik. I’ll also tell the children to learn. If dogs have become literate, then children need to hurry. Otherwise, animals will take all the places at school.

The women, who were drying under their caps, did not object:

What do you! What do you! This dog definitely needs to be put in order. Such a dog should have everything perfect: his soul, his hair, and his brush!

And the hairdresser got to work. And while he was cutting Sharik’s hair, he was talking to him. He asked him questions from different fields of science. And Sharik answered him.

The hairdresser was simply amazed. He had never seen such learning in his life. He cut Sharik’s hair, and curled it, and washed his hair, and did not take money for the work out of surprise. And he cologned him so much that Sharik could smell “Flight” a kilometer away. Sharik made a poodle - at least now for an exhibition! He didn't even recognize himself in the mirror.

What is this curly little thing? Not a dog, but a young lady. I would have bitten him! - says Sharik.

On the outside he became a poodle, but on the inside he remained just a ball.

And Uncle Fyodor answers:

It's yourself. Indoor dog - poodle. Get used to it now.

Only Sharik wasn’t very happy after the hairdresser. And I became even more sad. His sadness was transmitted to Uncle Fyodor, and from him to Matroskin. And even Mitya kept quiet - he didn’t scare the chickens.

One thing only cheered them up in the end. They drove up to their house, looked, and their postman Pechkin was sitting on an apple tree. Uncle Fedor says:

Look what fruit is ripe on our apple tree at the end of August! What are you doing there?

“I don’t do anything,” Pechkin answers. - I'm saving myself from your cow. I came to your window to see if all your electric stoves were turned off. And how she will attack me! Look how many holes I have in my pants.

And that’s right, he has about a dozen holes in his pants. And below, under the tree, Murka lies, chewing gum.

They had to give Pechkin tea again. While they were preparing tea, he quietly went out into the corridor and unnoticedly cut off a button from Uncle Fyodor’s jacket. Why he did this, we will find out later. Only Pechkin really needed this button.

Chapter fourteen. ARRIVAL OF PROFESSOR SEMINA

Uncle Fyodor would like to live and live happily, but something just doesn’t work out. As soon as they somehow sorted out Sharik, there was a new problem. Uncle Fyodor comes to the house one day and sees: Matroskin standing in front of the mirror and painting his mustache. Uncle Fyodor asks:

What's wrong with you, cat? Have you fallen in love, or what? The cat laughs:

Here's another! I'll start doing stupid things! I don’t even know the word - I fell in love! My host just arrived - Professor Semin.

What does the mustache have to do with it?

And besides,” says the cat, “I am now changing my appearance.” I'm going illegal. I'll live underground.

For what? - asks Uncle Fyodor.

And then so that the owners don’t take me away.

Who's going to pick you up? What kind of owners?

The professor will pick it up. After all, I'm his cat. And Sharik can be taken away. The ball is also his.

Uncle Fyodor even became sad: it’s true, they might take him away.

Listen, Matroskin,” he says, “but how will they take you away if they kicked you out of the house?”

That’s the point, they didn’t show it,” says the cat. - When they left, they left me as acquaintances. And those - to other acquaintances. And I ran away from other acquaintances myself. They locked me in the bathroom so that I wouldn’t shed all over the rooms. And Sharik probably also became homeless.

Uncle Fyodor thought for a moment, and Matroskin continued:

No, he is a good professor. Nothing, professor. But now I won’t even go to the most wonderful thing. All I want, Uncle Fyodor, is to live with you and have a cow.

Uncle Fedor says:

I don't even know what to do. Maybe we should move to another village?

“It’s painfully troublesome,” the cat objects. - And to transport Murka, and things... And then, everyone here is already used to us. It’s okay, Uncle Fyodor, don’t despair. I'll live underground too. You better get busy.

What else?

And like this. Firewood needs to be prepared - winter is just around the corner. Take a rope and go into the forest. And take Sharik with you.

But Sharik, as he learned about the professor, also did not want to leave the house.

Go, go, the cat tells him. “You have nothing to be afraid of, even your own mother won’t recognize you now.” You have become our poodle.

And they agreed. Sharik took a rope for firewood, a saw and an ax, and Uncle Fyodor went to start Mitya.

The cat tells them:

Remember: you just need to cut the birch trees. Birch firewood is the best.

Uncle Fyodor does not agree:

And I feel sorry for the birch. Look how beautiful they are.

Cat says:

You, Uncle Fyodor, don’t think about beauty, but about frost. When forty degrees hits, what will you do?

“I don’t know,” Uncle Fyodor answers. - Only if everyone starts cutting birch trees for firewood, instead of a forest we will only have stumps.

That’s right,” says Sharik. - It’s only good for old ladies when there are only stumps in the forest. You can sit on them. What will the birds and hares do? Have you thought about them?

I will still think about hares! - the cat screams. - Who will think about me? Valentin Berestov?

Who is Valentin Berestov?

I do not know who. That was the only name of the ship on which my grandfather sailed.

He must have been a good person if your grandfather sailed on him,” says the boy. - And he wouldn’t cut down a birch tree.

What would he do? - asks the cat.

He would probably start preparing firewood,” Sharik suggested.

That's what we'll do! - said Uncle Fyodor.

And he and Sharik went to prepare firewood. The entire tractor was loaded with brushwood and a whole bunch of them were tied to the back with ropes. Then they baked potatoes over the fire, fried mushrooms on a stick and began to eat.

And tr-tr Mitya looked, looked at them and how it started to buzz! Uncle Fyodor almost choked on his potatoes, and Sharik even jumped two meters.

“I completely forgot about this rattler,” he says. “I thought a dump truck was coming towards me.”

“I thought the bomb had exploded,” says Uncle Fyodor. - We need to give him something to eat. Otherwise he will send us to the other world. It hums like a steamship.

They fed the tractor and decided to go home. And then a hare runs past. The ball will scream:

Look - prey!

Uncle Fyodor calms him down:

Have you forgotten? You're a poodle now. You say: “Ugh! Some kind of hare. I'm not interested in hares now. I’m interested in bringing slippers to the owner.”

But Sharik says his own:

Ugh! Some kind of slippers! I'm not interested in slippers! I'm interested in bringing hares to the owner! So I'll ask him!

And when the hare blows, the trees just run in the opposite direction. And Uncle Fyodor went home. He brought a lot of brushwood. But Matroskin is still dissatisfied:

This brushwood will not provide warmth, but only a crackling sound. This is not firewood, but garbage. I'll do it differently.

Chapter fifteen. LETTER TO THE SUN INSTITUTE

The cat asked Uncle Fyodor for a pencil and began to write something.

Uncle Fyodor asks:

What did you come up with?

The cat answers:

I am writing a letter to an institute where the Sun is being studied. I have connections there.

What are “connections”? - asks Uncle Fyodor.

These are business acquaintances,” explains the cat. - This is when people do good things to each other for no reason. Just from old memory.

“I see,” says Uncle Fyodor. - If, for example, a boy on a bus for no apparent reason gave up his seat to an old woman, it means he did it out of acquaintance. For old times' sake.

No, that’s not it, says the cat. - He was just a polite boy. Or the teacher was on the same bus. But if a boy once peeled potatoes for an old woman, and she solved problems for him at that time, it means they had a business acquaintance. And they will always help each other.

What kind of help do you need?

I want them to send me a little sun. Homemade.

Do such suns exist? - the boy was surprised.

You’ll see,” says the cat, and suddenly screams: “Who stole my pencil?!”

Galchon Hvataika answers from the closet:

It's me, postman Pechkin. I brought the magazine “Murzilka”.

Come here! - says Matroskin.

But it wasn’t so easy to take something away from Khvataika. The cat chased him around the house for half an hour. Finally he took the pencil away. Hvatayka was offended by this. And as soon as Matroskin turns away, he will jump up from behind and grab him by the tail! The cat jumped up to the ceiling in surprise every time. And Uncle Fyodor laughed until he cried.

Finally the cat finished the letter. It was like this:

“Dear scientists!

It's probably warm here. And winter is coming soon. And my owner, Uncle Fyodor, does not order nature to be cut for firewood. He doesn’t understand that we will freeze with this brushwood! Please send us some homemade sun. Otherwise it will soon be too late.

Dear cat Matroskin, who respects you.”

Then he wrote the address:

“Moscow, Institute of Solar Physics, Department of Sunrises and Sunsets, a scientist at the window, in a robe without buttons. Who has different socks."

And then Sharik appears and brings a hare in his teeth. And the hare’s tongue hangs out, and Sharik’s too. Both are tired. But Sharik is happy, but the hare is not very happy.

“Here,” says the joyful Sharik, “he got it.”

What for? - asks the cat.

What do you mean why?

And so. What are you going to do with it?

“I don’t know,” the dog answers. - My job as a hunter is to get it. It’s the owner who decides what to do. Maybe he'll send him to kindergarten. Or maybe he’ll pull some fluff and tie his mittens.

The owner decides that he needs to be released, says Uncle Fyodor. - Animals must live in the forest. There is no point in setting up a zoo here!

The ball became sad, as if a light bulb had gone out, but did not argue. Uncle Fyodor gave the hare a carrot and took it out onto the porch.

Well, he says, run!

But the hare doesn’t run anywhere. He sits quietly and examines everything.

Then Matroskin became worried: wow - they have another tenant planned! There is nowhere to put yours!

He slowly took out Sharika's gun, crept up to the hare - and it fired right above his ear! The hare jumped! He worked his paws in the air and fired a bullet from the spot - once! Matroskin himself was no less frightened - and by the bullet in the other direction. Only the gun lies in the middle and blue smoke goes up.

And Sharik is standing on the porch, and tears are rolling from his eyes. Uncle Fedor says:

Okay, don't cry. I figured out what to do with you. We'll buy you a camera. Will you be doing photo hunting? You will photograph the animals and send them to various magazines.

This was probably the best way out. On the one hand, this is still hunting. On the other hand, you don’t have to shoot any animals.

Chapter sixteen. CALF

Since Matroskin lived underground, Uncle Fyodor’s life has become more complicated. It's up to Uncle Fyodor to drive Murka out into the field. Uncle Fyodor should go to the store. Uncle Fyodor also goes to the well for water. And before, the cat did all this. Sharik was also of little use. Because they bought him a photo gun. He goes into the forest in the morning and chases the hare for half a day to take pictures. And then again she chases him for half a day to give him the photo.

And here comes another event. In the morning, while they were still sleeping, someone knocked on the door. Matroskin was terribly scared - maybe it was the professor who had come to pick him up. And jump straight from the stove to the underground! (Now he always kept the basement open. And there was a small window there so that he could look into the vegetable gardens, vegetable gardens and straight into the forest.) Uncle Fyodor asks from the bed:

Who's there?

And this is Sharik:

Hello please! Our cow has given birth to a calf!

Uncle Fyodor and the cat ran into the barn. And it’s true: a calf stands next to the cow. But yesterday it wasn’t.

Matroskin immediately became self-important: well, his cow is useful too! She can chew not only tablecloths. And the calf looks at them and spanks with its lips.

“We need to take him into the house,” says the cat. - He's cold here.

And mom to the house? - asks Sharik.

We only missed our mother,” says Uncle Fyodor. - Yes, she will eat all our tablecloths and duvet covers. Let him sit here.

They took the calf into the house. At home they looked at it. He was woolly and wet. And in general he was a bull. We began to think about what to call it. Sharik says:

Why think? Let him be Bobik.

The cat will laugh as much as he wants:

You can also call him Rex. Or Tuzik. Tuzik, Tuzik, eat a watermelon! This is a bull, not some kind of spaniel. It needs a serious name. For example, Aristophanes. And a beautiful name, and obliges.

Who is Aristophanes? - asks Sharik.

“I don’t know who,” says the cat. - That’s the only name of the ship that my grandmother sailed on.

A steamship is one thing, a calf is another! - says Uncle Fyodor. - Not everyone will like it when calves are named after you. Let's do it this way. Let everyone come up with a name and write it on a piece of paper. Whichever piece of paper we pull out of the hat, that’s what we’ll call the calf.

Everyone liked it. And everyone began to think. The cat came up with the name Swift. Marine and beautiful. Uncle Fyodor came up with the name Gavryusha. It suited the calf very well. And if a big bull grows up, no one will be afraid of him. Because the bull Gavryusha cannot be evil, but only good.

But Sharik thought and thought and couldn’t come up with anything. And he decided:

Let me write the first word that comes to mind.

And the word “teapot” came to his mind. He wrote so and was very pleased. He liked the name - Teapot. There was something noble and Spanish about him. And when they started pulling names from the hat, this Teapot was pulled out. The cat even gasped:

Wow, what a name! It’s the same as a bull Frying Pan or a Cauldron. You could also call him Ladle.

What did you come up with, Uncle Fedor? - asks Sharik.

I came up with Gavryusha.

And I am Swift,” said the cat.

And I like Gavryusha! - Sharik suddenly says. - Let him be Gavryusha. It was I in the heat of the moment who called him Teapot.

The cat agreed:

Let it be Gavryusha. A very good name. Rare.

And so the calf became Gavryusha. And then they had an interesting conversation. About whose calf. After all, they rented a cow. Uncle Fedor says:

State cow. This means that the calf is also a state calf.

But the cat disagrees:

The cow is truly a state cow. But everything she gives - milk there or calves - is ours. You, Uncle Fyodor, judge for yourself. If we rent a refrigerator, whose is it?

State.

Right. And whose is the frost it produces?

Our frost. We take it for frost.

It's the same here. Everything the cow gives belongs to us. That's why we took it.

But we took one cow. And now we have two! Since the cow is not ours, that means the calf is not ours.

Matroskin even got angry:

They took it. But we took it according to the receipt! - And he brought the receipt: - Look what it says here: “Cow. Redhead. One". Nothing is written about the calf. And since we took the cow according to the receipt, we will hand over the cow according to the receipt - one.

And then Sharik intervened:

I don't understand what you are arguing about. You, Matroskin, were going to buy a cow for good. If you like her. So buy it for good. And we will have the calf.

“I will never part with my Murka,” says the cat. - I will definitely buy it for good. I was just arguing like that. Because Uncle Fyodor is wrong.

And while they were having this whole argument, the calf didn’t waste any time. He ate two handkerchiefs from Uncle Fyodor. He was black, and his mother was red. But he took after his mother in character: he ate whatever he could get his hands on.

Chapter seventeen. CONVERSATION WITH PROFESSOR SEMINA

When the calf Gavryusha appeared, there was even more work on the farm.

And then Uncle Fyodor realized that he would be completely lost without Matroskin’s help. At least leave the village completely to visit your parents.

And he decided to talk to Professor Semin.

He put on his best shirt, his best pants, combed his hair properly and went.

So he went up to the dacha where the professor lived and called. And immediately his grandmother came out to him with a vacuum cleaner:

What do you want, boy?

I want to talk to the professor.

Okay, come in,” she said. - Just wipe your feet.

Uncle Fyodor walked in and was amazed at how clean it was around. Everything sparkled, like in a city apartment. There were bookcases, armchairs and chairs all around. And the kitchen was all white.

Grandmother took Uncle Fyodor by the hand and led him to the professor’s room.

Here,” she said, “here’s a young man to see you, Vanya.”

The professor raised his head from the table and said:

Hello boy. Why did you come?

I want to ask you about the cat.

What about the cat?

Let’s say you had a cat,” says Uncle Fyodor. - And now he lives in another place and doesn’t want to come to you. Can you pick it up or not?

No, the professor answers. - If he doesn’t want to come to me, how can I take him! It won't be right. What cat are you talking about?

About the cat Matroskin. He used to live with you. And now he lives with me.

How do you know that he doesn’t want to come to me?

He told me himself.

The professor jumped up and down:

Who said?

Cat Matroskin.

Listen, young man,” the professor was surprised, “where did you see talking cats?”

At home.

It can’t be, says Professor Semin. “I’ve been studying the language of animals all my life and I speak a little of cat language myself, but I’ve never met a talking cat.” Can you introduce me to him?

Aren't you going to take him? After all, this is your cat.

No. I won't take it. You know what, come visit me with this cat! Lunch. I have very tasty soup today.

Uncle Fyodor agreed and went to call the cat. He wanted to invite Sharik too, but Sharik flatly refused:

I don’t even know how to sit at a table, and in general I’m afraid and embarrassed.

What are you afraid of?

That they'll take me away.

Oddball. He said that you can’t take it if the animal doesn’t want to.

He was talking about cats. But we still don’t know about dogs. I’d rather stay at home and develop the photos.

And they went together with Matroskin. When they arrived, the table was already set for them. Very well plated. And there were forks, and spoons, and cut bread. And the soup was really very tasty - borscht with sour cream. And the professor kept talking to the cat. He asked:

So I want to clarify. How do you say “Don’t come near me, I’ll scratch you” in cat language?

Matroskin replied:

It's not on the tongue, it's on the claws. You need to arch your back, raise your right paw and extend your claws forward.

What if you add “sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh”? - asks the professor.

Then, says the cat, this becomes a cat curse. Something like: “Don’t come near me, I’ll scratch you. Better go to the dog’s grandmother.”

And the professor wrote everything down for him. And then he gave them a lot of sweets and a jar of sour cream for the cat.

Yes,” he says, “it wasn’t the cat that I had, but the gold.” But I didn’t understand this. Otherwise I would have been an academician long ago.

He also gave Uncle Fyodor his book about the language of animals and invited him to visit him all the time. And he promised to come. In general he turned out to be very good. And the cat Matroskin has since stopped sitting in the underground and almost jumping from the stove into the basement.

Chapter Eighteen. LETTER FROM POSTMAN PECHKIN

And mom and dad really missed Uncle Fyodor. And life did not become pleasant to them. Previously, they still didn’t have time to deal with Uncle Fyodor: they were overwhelmed by the housework, TV and evening newspapers. And now they have announced that they have so much time that it would be enough for two Uncle Fedorovs. They didn't know what to do with this time. They talked about Uncle Fyodor all the time and looked in the mailbox to see if there were any letters from the villages of Prostokvashino.

Mom says:

I understand a lot now. If Uncle Fyodor is found, I will get a nanny for him. So that she doesn’t leave him a single step. Then he won't run away anywhere.

And you’re not a bit right,” says dad. - He's a boy. He needs friends, attics, huts of all kinds. And you’re making a jelly lady out of him.

Not jelly, but muslin,” my mother corrects.

Yes, even cranberry! - Dad shouts. - He's a boy! Now even the girls have gone crazy! I passed by the kindergarten when the children there were being put to bed. So they jumped on the beds almost to the ceiling. Like grasshoppers! They were popping out of their pants. I wanted to jump like that myself!

Come on, come on! - says mom. - Jump to the ceiling! Get out of your pants! But I won’t let you spoil your son! And we won’t have any dogs at home! And no cats! As a last resort, I'll settle for a turtle in a box.

And so they talked every day. And mom became stricter and stricter. She decided not to give free rein to either dad or Uncle Fyodor. And then letters began to arrive from postmen. First one thing. Then one more thing. Then ten at once. But there was no good news. The letters were like this:

“Hello, dad and mom!

The postman from the village of Prostokvashino is writing to you. My name is Vilkin Vasily Petrovich. I work well.

You are asking if there is a boy named Uncle Fyodor in our village. We answer: we don’t have such a boy.

There is one person whose name is Fedor Fedorovich. But this is a grandfather, not a boy. And you probably don't need it.

Our edges are good and there are many different open spaces. Come live and work with us. Bow to you from all the people of Prostokvashino.

With great greetings - postman Vilkin.”

Or these:

“Dear dad and mom!

You write that your uncle left you. Well, let. But what does this have to do with the boy? Or did he leave as a boy and grow up to be an uncle? Then it is not clear who gets the gifts.

Write to the old woman and me so we know. Just hurry up, otherwise we're going to the rest house for the second shift. We really want to know the answer to this mysterious mystery.

Postman Lozhkin with an old woman.”

There were many different letters, but the required letter was not there.

Mom says:

We won't find Uncle Fyodor. Twenty-one letters have already arrived, but not a word about him.

Dad reassures her:

Nothing, nothing. Let's wait for the twenty-second.

And then it came. Mom opened it and couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Hello, dad and mom!

Postman Pechkin is writing to you from the village of Prostokvashino. You are asking about the boy Uncle Fyodor. You also wrote a note about him in the newspaper. This boy lives with us. I recently went to see if all their tiles were turned off, and his cow chased me up a tree.

And then I drank tea with them and quietly cut off a button from my jacket. See if this is your button. If the button is yours, then the boy is yours.”

Mom took the button out of the envelope and screamed:

This is my button! I sewed it on for Uncle Fyodor myself!

Dad will also scream:

And he threw his mother up to the ceiling with joy. And his glasses are falling off! And he doesn’t see where to catch his mother. It’s good that she flew onto the sofa, otherwise dad would have gotten it.

“Your boy is doing well. There is a tractor and a cow.

He feeds all kinds of animals. And he has a very cunning cat. Because of this cat, I ended up in isolation: he treated me to milk, which made people go crazy.

You can come for your boy because he doesn't know anything. And I won't tell him anything. Bring me a bike. I'll use it to deliver mail. And I wouldn't mind some new pants either.

Goodbye.

Postman of the village of Prostokvashino, Mozhaisk district, Pechkin.”

And after this letter, mom and dad began to prepare for the journey, but Uncle Fyodor knew nothing.

Chapter nineteen. PACKAGE

In the morning there was already ice on the street - winter was approaching. And everyone did their own thing. Sharik was running through the woods with a camera. Uncle Fyodor made feeders for birds and forest animals. And Matroskin taught Gavryusha. Taught him everything. He will throw a stick into the water, and the calf will bring it back. He will tell him: “Lie down!” - and Gavryusha lies down. Matroskin will order him: “Take it! Bite! - he immediately runs and starts butting heads.

He made an excellent guard bull. And then one day, when each of them was doing his job, the postman Pechkin came to them.

Does the cat Matroskin live here?

“I am Matroskin,” says the cat.

Your parcel has arrived. Here she is. But I won’t give it to you, because you don’t have documents.

Uncle Fyodor asks:

Why did you bring it?

Because that's how it's supposed to be. Since the package has arrived, I must bring it. And since there are no documents, I don’t have to give it away.

The cat shouts:

Give me the parcel!

What documents do you have? - says the postman.

Paws, tail and whiskers! Here are my documents.

But you can’t argue with Pechkin.

Documents always have a stamp and a number. Do you have a number on your tail? And you can fake a mustache. I'll have to take the parcel back to me.

But what should we do? - asks Uncle Fyodor.

Do not know how. Only I will come to you every day now. I’ll bring the parcel, ask for documents and take it back. So two weeks. And then the parcel will leave for the city. Since no one received it.

And it is right? - asks the boy.

“This is according to the rules,” Pechkin replies. - I may love you very much. I might cry. But you just can’t break the rules.

“He won’t cry,” says Sharik.

“That’s my business,” Pechkin replies. - If I want, I cry, if I want, I don’t. I am a free person. - And he left.

Out of anger, Matroskin wanted to set Gavryusha against him, but Uncle Fyodor did not allow it. He said:

This is what I came up with. We will find a box, like Pechkin’s, and write everything on it. Both our address and the return one. We’ll make seals and tie them with ropes. Pechkin will come, we’ll sit him down for tea, and we’ll take the boxes and change them. We will keep the package, and the empty box will be sent to the scientists.

Why empty? - says Matroskin. - We'll put mushrooms or nuts in it. Let the scientists receive a gift.

Hooray! - Sharik shouts. And he called Gavryusha out of joy: “Gavryusha, come to me!” Give me your paw.

Gavryusha stretched out his leg and wagged his tail, just like a dog.

So they did. They took out a parcel box and put mushrooms and nuts in it. And they put the letter:

“Dear scientists!

Thanks for the parcel. We wish you health and inventions. And especially any discoveries.”

And they signed:

“Uncle Fyodor is a boy.

Sharik is a hunting dog.

Matroskin is a housekeeping cat.”

Then they wrote the address, did everything as it should, and began to wait for Pechkin. They couldn't even sleep at night. Everyone thought whether they would succeed or not.

This morning the cat baked some pies. Uncle Fyodor made tea. And Sharik and Gavryusha kept running along the road to see whether Pechkin was coming or not. And then Sharik rushed over:

Pechkin came up and knocked on the door.

The grabber from the closet asks:

Who's there?

Pechkin answers:

It's me, postman Pechkin. I brought a parcel. But I won’t give it to you. Because you have no documents.

Matroskin came out onto the porch and calmly said:

But we don’t need it. We would not have taken this parcel ourselves. Why do we need shoe polish?

What kind of shoe polish is this? - Pechkin was surprised.

Ordinary. “Which is used to clean shoes,” explains the cat. - This parcel probably contains shoe polish.

Pechkin even widened his eyes:

Who sent you so much shoe polish?

This is my uncle,” explains the cat. - He lives with the watchman at the shoe polish factory. He's got a lot of shoe polish! Doesn't know where to put it. So he sends it to just anyone!

Pechkin was even confused. And then Sharik sniffed the parcel and said:

No, there is no shoe polish there at all.

Pechkin was delighted:

You see! Not shoe polish.

There's soap! - says Sharik.

What other soap?! - Pechkin shouts. - You've completely confused me! Why did they send you so much soap? What is your bathhouse opening?

If there is soap there,” says Uncle Fyodor, “it means my aunt, Zoya Vasilievna, sent it.” She works as a tester at a soap factory. Tests soap. She still can't get on the bus. Especially in the rain.

And why is that? - asks Pechkin.

When it rains, she gets covered in soapy foam. There are a lot of people on the bus, and as soon as they push, she slips out every time. And one day she was riding up the stairs from the sixth floor to the first.

Here Sharik asked:

Because the floor was washed. The stairs were wet. But she’s slippery and soapy.

Pechkin listened and said:

Whether it's soap or not, I won't give you the parcel! Because you have no documents. And in general, you’re fooling me in vain. I'm not your fool! - and tapped himself on the head.

And the little jackdaw heard a knock and asked:

Who's there?

It's me, postman Pechkin. I brought a parcel for you. That is, I didn’t bring it, but I’m taking it away. And you, talker, keep quiet on your closet!

The cat tells him:

It's okay for you to be angry. Better go and drink tea. I have pies on the table.

Pechkin immediately agreed:

I really love pies. And in general I like it with you.

They took him to the table. Only Pechkin is cunning. He doesn't part with the parcel. He even sat on it instead of a chair.

Then Uncle Fyodor began putting candy on the other end of the table. So that Pechkin would reach for them and get up from the parcel.

But you can’t fool Pechkin. He doesn’t get up from the parcel, but asks:

Give me those candies. They are very wonderful!

Just look, he'll eat the candy. But here Khvatayka helped everyone out.

Pechkin put two candies in his breast pocket to take home.

And the little jackdaw sat on his shoulder and pulled out some candy.

The postman shouts:

Give it back! These are my candies!

And he ran after the little jackdaw. Grab - to the kitchen. Pechkin is behind him.

Here Matroskin changed the parcel. Pechkin came running with sweets and sat down on the parcel again.

But the package is no longer the same.

Finally they drank all the tea and ate the pies. But Pechkin is still sitting. He thinks that they will give him something else. Sharik hints to him:

Isn't it time for you to go to the post office? Otherwise it will close soon.

And let it close. I have my own key.

Matroskin also says:

It seems to me that the tiles in your house are not turned off. It is very possible that there will be a fire.

“But I don’t have tiles,” Pechkin answers.

Sharik then quietly asks Uncle Fyodor:

Can I just bite him? Why doesn't he leave?

And Pechkin had good hearing. He heard it.

Oh that's how it is! - speaks. - I come to you with all my heart, and you are going to bite me?! Well, please! I won't carry the parcel anymore. I'll send it back tomorrow.

And that's all they needed.

And as soon as he left, they locked the door and began to open the parcel.

Chapter Twenty SUNSHINE

At the top of the parcel was a letter:

“Dear cat!

We all remember you. It’s a pity that you got lost from us.”

Wow, lost! - says Matroskin. - The caretaker drove me away.

“We are happy for you that you are living well. And there is no need to chop nature for firewood. Your master is right.

We send you a small, homely sun. You know how to handle him. Saw it here. We also send a regulator to make it hotter and colder. If you forgot something, write to us, we will explain everything to you.

Best wishes.

Institute of Solar Physics. The scientist at the window, in a robe without buttons, who now has identical socks, is Kurlyandsky.”

Cat says:

Now listen to me and don't bother me.

He took out a piece of paper rolled into a tube from the drawer. It was a large decal with the sun drawn on it. Not with paints, but with thin copper wires. The picture had to be transferred to the ceiling and plugged into an outlet.

Together they began to move the closet aside so that it would be easier to stick the sun from it onto the ceiling. But Khvatayka didn’t like it. He began throwing various things at them, hissing and biting. But they moved the closet anyway. The cat took the sun, wet it and transferred it to the ceiling. And turned on the wires for electricity. Not just like that, but through a black box. There was a handle on this box. The cat turned the handle a little, and then a miracle happened: the sun began to glow. First the edge, then a little more. The room immediately became warm and light. And everyone was happy and jumped up and down. And the little jackdaw on the closet also jumped. Only not from joy, but because he felt hot. They rather moved the closet into place.

Uncle Fedor says:

You do as you wish, and I will sunbathe.

He laid a blanket on the floor, lay down on it in his panties and exposed his back to the sun. And the cat lay down on the blanket and began to warm up. And everything in the house came to life. And the flowers reached out to the sun, and the butterflies got out from somewhere. And the calf Gavryusha began to jump around as if on a lawn.

And it’s damp, cold and slush outside. Winter will come soon. From the street, their house glows like a toy. Even a tit started knocking on the window. But they didn’t let her in. There's nothing to spoil. There will be severe frosts, then please, you are welcome.

From then on, their life began very well. In the morning they turn on the sun and warm themselves all day. It's cold outside, but their summer is hot.

And the postman Pechkin was curious. He looks - all over the village people are heating stoves, smoke is coming from the chimneys, but Uncle Fyodor has no smoke from the chimney. It's a mess again. He decided to find out what was the matter. He comes to Uncle Fyodor:

Hello. I brought you the newspaper “Modern Postman”.

And he stared at the stove with his eyes. He sees: the wood is not burning in the stove, but the house is warm. He doesn’t understand anything, and he doesn’t see the sun at home. Because it was right above him on the ceiling. It's hurting his head.

Uncle Fedor says:

But we do not subscribe to the newspaper “Modern Postman”. This is an adult newspaper.

Oh, what a pity! - Pechkin laments. - So I got something mixed up. - And he looks around with his eyes: is there an electric stove or a fireplace somewhere?

The sun warms him. He stands there, then drenches himself, but doesn’t leave. He wants to find out the secret.

So you don’t subscribe to “Modern Postman”? Very sorry. This is a necessary newspaper. They write about everything in the world there.

Do they publish fairy tales there? Or stories about animals? - asks Uncle Fyodor.

And Matroskin turned the handle of the solar box. Made the sun even warmer. Pechkin even took off his hat because of the heat. Only it got even worse for him: the sun was burning his very bald spot.

Tales about animals? - asks. - No, they write more about how to deliver mail and how to stick stamps on machines.

Everything started to get confusing for him because of the heat. He says:

No, on the contrary, machines deliver mail and stick stamps like animals.

What kind of animals do they put stamps on? - asks Sharik. - Horses, or what?

What does this have to do with horses? - says the postman. - I didn’t say anything about horses. I said that animals work on automatic machines and write fairy tales about how to deliver mail to horses.

He fell silent and began to collect his thoughts.

Give me a thermometer. I have a fever. I want to measure how many degrees.

The cat brought him a thermometer and placed him in a chair under the sun. Pechkin tapped the thermometer to reset the temperature. And Khvataika asks:

Who's there?

It's me, postman Pechkin. I brought the magazine “Murzilka”.

What does “Murzilka” have to do with it? - asks the cat.

Oh yes! I brought you “The Modern Postman,” which you don’t subscribe to. Because you have no documents.

He's already completely cooked. Even steam came from it, like from a samovar. He takes out a thermometer and says:

Thirty-six and six for me. Everything seems to be fine.

What's ok there! - the cat screams. -Your temperature is forty-two!

Why? - Pechkin was scared.

But because you have thirty-six and six more. How long will it be together?

The postman counted on a piece of paper. Forty-two came out.

Oh, mom! That means I'm already dead. I'll quickly go to the hospital! No matter how many times I came to you, I ended up in the hospital so many times... You don’t like postmen!

And they loved postmen. They just didn’t like Pechkin. He looked kind, but he was mischievous and curious.

But all was not well with this sun. Because of this sun, their biggest trouble began. Uncle Fyodor fell ill.

Chapter twenty one. UNCLE FEDOR'S DISEASE

Uncle Fyodor walked around in his shorts all the time at home, sunbathing. He turned completely brown, as if he had come from the south. And if he went outside, he had to get dressed. First a T-shirt, then a shirt, then pants, then a sweater, then a hat, scarf, coat, mittens and felt boots. That's how much there is. This is good for the cat and for Sharik - they always have a fur coat with them. They even swim with their fur coat.

One day Uncle Fyodor had to go outside and feed the tits. He didn’t bother getting dressed, but just in his shorts and jumped out for a while.

And it’s frosty outside and snow has fallen. Uncle Fyodor caught a cold. When he came home he was shivering. The temperature has risen. He crawled under the blanket and didn’t want to eat or drink. He feels bad.

He says:

Matroskin, Matroskin, I think I'm sick.

The cat got worried and started giving him tea and jam. The dog ran to the store and bought honey. Only Uncle Fyodor is getting worse. He lies under the blanket, there are toys and books in front of him, but he doesn’t even look at them. Sharik went to the kitchen, sat in the corner and cried. He wants to help Uncle Fyodor, but he doesn’t know how.

It would be better if I got sick myself!

And the cat was completely confused:

It’s my fault: I didn’t keep track of Uncle Fyodor. And why did I just write down this sun?

Gavryusha approached the boy and licked his hand: get up, Uncle Fyodor, why are you lying there? But Uncle Fyodor doesn’t get up. Gavryusha was stupid, he was still small. He did not understand what illness was, but Sharik and the cat understood it well.

Cat says:

I'll run to the city for the doctor. We need to save Uncle Fyodor.

Where will you run? - asks Sharik. - There's a snowstorm outside. You yourself will disappear.

It would be better for me to disappear than to watch Uncle Fyodor suffer.

Then let me run,” Sharik suggests. - I'm better at running.

It’s not about running around,” the cat answers. - I know a good doctor, a children’s doctor. I'll bring him.

He heated some milk in a bottle, wrapped it in a rag and was about to go, when there was a knock on the door. Hvataika asks:

Who's there?

They answer from behind the door:

Cat says:

In this weather they stay at home. They are watching TV. Only strangers wander around. Let's not open the door!

Uncle Fyodor asks from the bed:

Open the door... It's my dad and mom who have arrived.

And rightly so. It was mom and dad. Pechkin came with them.

See what they brought your child to. They must be taken to the clinic immediately for testing!

The ball got angry and started biting the postman by the felt boots. Pechkin barely jumped out the door.

And mom is already commanding:

Give me a hot water bottle immediately!

Sharik and the cat rushed over, turned everything over - there was no heating pad! Cat says:

Let me be the hot water bottle. I'm very warm.

Mom took Matroskin, wrapped him in a towel and put him in Uncle Fyodor’s bed. The cat hugged Uncle Fyodor with its paws and warmed him.

Now give me all your medicine.

Sharik brought a box of medicine in his teeth, and his mother gave Uncle Fyodor a tablet with hot milk. And Uncle Fyodor fell asleep.

But that’s not all, says mom. - He needs a penicillin injection. Do you have penicillin?

No, the cat answers.

Is there a pharmacy in the village?

No pharmacy.

“I’ll go to the city for penicillin,” says dad.

How will you go? - asks mom. - The buses don't run anymore.

So, we’ll call an ambulance from the city. It cannot be that a child is sick and cannot be helped.

Mom looked out the window and shook her head.

Don't you see what's happening on the street! No ambulance will get through. You'll have to pull it out with a tractor. My poor uncle Fyodor!

How Matroskin will jump! How to shout:

What fools we are all! And what is Mitya talking about? We have a tractor!

Dad was happy:

What a great life you have! You even have a tractor. Let's start it soon! Pour gasoline!

Sharik says:

Our tractor is special. Grocery. Works on soup. On sausages.

Dad wasn't surprised. There was no time.

We have a whole bag of groceries. And oranges and chocolate. Is it good?

No, says the cat. - No good. There’s no point in spoiling Mitya. We have a whole pot of boiled potatoes.

And dad went with Sharik to start Mitya. Mitya was very happy.

He sang some kind of tractor song, and they drove into town at full potato speed.

And Matroskin and his mother nursed Uncle Fyodor. Mom will say:

Give me a wet towel!

Matroskin will bring it.

Mom will say:

And now the thermometer.

Please!

Mom didn’t even think that cats could be so smart. She thought that they only knew how to steal meat from pots and scream on rooftops. And here you are wearing not a cat, but a nurse!

Matroskin boiled some more tea and fed his mother some pies. Mom liked him very much. And he knows how to do everything, and you can talk with him.

Mom says:

It's all my fault. I shouldn't have sent you away. If you lived with us, Uncle Fyodor would not have left anywhere. And the house would be in order. And dad could learn from you.

The cat is shy:

Just think, pies! I can also embroider and sew on a typewriter.

So they treated Uncle Fyodor and talked until midnight. And now Mitya came back with dad and medicine.

Chapter twenty two. HOME

The next day the morning was beautiful. The sun was shining outside and the snow had almost melted. Warm late autumn has appeared.

The cat woke up first and prepared tea. Then he milked the cow and gave milk to Uncle Fyodor. Dad says:

Let's set a thermometer for Uncle Fyodor. Maybe he's already cured.

They put a thermometer on Uncle Fyodor, and Sharik said:

And my nose is a thermometer. If it's cold, it means I'm healthy. And if he is hot, it means he is sick.

“A very good thermometer,” says dad. - But how to shake it off? And how should others put it? If, for example, I get sick, should I stick your nose under my armpit?

Don't know.

That's it, says dad.

And then Khvataika flew off the closet and onto Uncle Fyodor’s bed.

He saw something shining under his arm. Everyone looked at dad, but he stole the thermometer.

Catch him! - Dad shouts. - The temperature has gone down!

While they were catching Khvataika, there was such a noise that even Murka came from the barn to look through the window. She stuck her head into the room and said:

Ugh! And it's not funny at all.

Everyone sat down like that. Wow! Murka is talking!

What, can you speak? - asks the cat.

Why were you silent before?

And then she was silent. What should I talk to you about?.. Oh, the salad is growing!

This is not a salad! - the cat screams. - This is an agave. - And he pushed Murka out the window.

They caught the temperature and saw that it was normal. Uncle Fyodor has almost recovered. Mom says:

You, son, do as you wish, but we will take you to the city. You need care.

And if you want to take a cat, or Sharik, or anyone else, take it. “We won’t object,” dad adds.

Uncle Fyodor asks the cat:

You will go with me?

I would go if I were alone. And my Murka? What about farming? What about winter supplies? And then, I’m already used to the village and the people. And everyone already knows me and says hello. But you have to live in a city for a thousand years to be respected.

And you, Sharik, will you go?

Sharik didn’t know what to say. Only he found his place in life - he took up photo hunting, and then he had to leave.

You, Uncle Fyodor, better get better and come yourself.

Dad says:

We will all come to you together. For a visit.

That’s right,” says Matroskin. - Come to us on Sundays to ski. And in the summer on vacation. And if Uncle Fyodor goes to school, let him spend his holidays with us, summer and winter.

So they agreed.

Mom wrapped Uncle Fyodor in everything warm and told dad to feed the tractor properly. Then she asked Matroskin:

What should I send you from the city?

We have everything here. There are just not enough books. And I also want to have a cap with ribbons. Like sailors.

Okay, says mom. - I'll definitely send it. And I’ll also get you a vest. Do you, Sharik, need anything?

I would like a small radio. I'll be in the booth listening to the program. And also a movie camera. I will make a movie about animals.

Okay, says dad. - I'll do this myself. Personally.

And they began to load onto the tractor: mom, dad, Uncle Fyodor and Sharik. Sharik had to bring Mitya back. And off they went. Suddenly Matroskin jumps out of the gate:

Stop, stop!

They stopped. And he gives them the Grasp:

Here you go. You'll have more fun with him.

Dad asks from the cabin:

Who's that there?

Hvataika answers:

It's me, postman Pechkin. I brought the magazine “Murzilka”.

And everyone remembered Pechkin. Mom says:

Oh, how inconvenient, we completely forgot about him...

And rightly so, says Sharik. - He's so harmful.

Whether it is harmful or not is not important. What’s important is that we promised him a bike.

Do you have a bicycle here? - asks dad.

No, says Sharik.

Here’s how to do it,” Matroskin suggests. - Buy him lottery tickets for a hundred rubles. Let him win what he wants. Either a motorcycle or a car. He sells these tickets himself. He will get double benefit. From ticket sales and winnings.

So they did. We bought tickets from Pechkin and took them to Pechkin himself at the post office. The postman was even moved:

Thank you! Why was I bad? Because I didn't have a bike. And now I will immediately begin to become kinder. And I’ll get some little animal to make life more fun: you come home, and she’s happy about you!.. Come to our Prostokvashino...

Finally they arrived home. Uncle Fyodor was immediately put to bed from the road. Then we ran to buy a vest, books and a movie camera. Then everyone had lunch. Especially the tractor. And mom kept trying to persuade Sharik to stay the night. But he did not agree:

I'll feel good here with you. And Matroskin is there alone with the farm and the calf. I have to go.

Here mom says:

How can he drive a tractor alone? Any policeman will stop him. It doesn’t happen like that: the dog is driving!

Dad agrees:

Right, right. I'm afraid all the police will start clutching their heads along the way. And the oncoming drivers too. How many disasters will there be?!

Sharik says:

Let us do this so as not to worry the police. Do you have glasses and a hat? And gloves are unnecessary.

Dad brought everything. Sharik dressed up; He put on his vest and asked:

Dad says:

Great! A retired scientist admiral rides out of town on his tractor to visit his grandmother.

Mom says:

It’s understandable that he’s an admiral, since he’s wearing a vest. It’s also clear that he’s a scientist, because he’s wearing glasses. What does grandma have to do with it?

And besides. There are no mushrooms outside the city now. Yagod too. Only the grandmothers remained.

Mom said:

All your life you've been saying nothing but nonsense. And you give stupid advice. This doesn't surprise me. But why your nonsense is always correct, I cannot understand.

And because, says dad, the best advice is always unexpected. And surprise always seems stupid.

Sharik says:

It's all interesting what you're talking about. True, I don’t understand anything. It's time for me to go. Just let's not kiss. I don't like tenderness.

And dad agreed. He didn't like tenderness either. And mom agreed. She loved tenderness. But she is not used to Sharik.

And Sharik left. And Uncle Fyodor was sleeping. And he dreamed only of good things.

Part two. VACATIONS IN PROSTOKVASHINO

It was winter in Prostokvashino. Dad, mom and uncle Fedor lived in the city.

Uncle Fyodor went to school. And Sharik and Matroskin lived in the village.

Smoke billows slightly over the village. It snowed like in the old days. And for some reason Uncle Fyodor’s house is divided in half by a white line. The cat Matroskin walks in the middle of the house and grumbles:

Ugliness! Socialism has been built in the yard, but we have one pair of felt boots for everyone, just like under rotten tsarism.

Why did this happen? - asks the postman Pechkin. -You don’t have any funds? Don't have enough money?

“We have the means,” the cat answers. - We are not smart enough. I told him: “Buy yourself felt boots.” And he bought sneakers. Also a champion of the countryside for me. It would be better if he took up mountain climbing.

Why mountaineering? - asks Pechkin.

There are more accidents there. Ugh. He's a dunce!

And you tell him about it. Open his eyes.

I can not. We haven't spoken for two days.

Pechkin immediately found a way out:

Write him a letter. I'll even give you a postcard. Do you want a simple one or a congratulatory one? I only have congratulations.

Matroskin took a greeting card with flowers and began to write:

“Sharik, you are a fool.”

This is wrong,” says Pechkin. - If the form is congratulatory, you must first congratulate.

Then the cat added:

“Congratulations, Sharik, you are a fool.”

Sharik on the stove was offended and said to Pechkin:

I'll throw a poker at him now.

And Pechkin says:

Why give up if there is mail. This is already a parcel post. Now we will pack it and give it to the cat. Pay ten kopecks.

He approached the cat and said:

The poker was sent to you by parcel post. They wanted to launch it into you.

What?! - Matroskin shouts. - Yes, I’ll hit him with an iron for that!

This is already a premise,” says Pechkin. - Because it’s more than a kilogram. Pay twenty kopecks for delivery.

So they quarreled for half the winter. But mom and dad didn’t know any of this. Dad and Uncle Fyodor bought an old Zaporozhets and repaired it right in the room. And dad says:

Soon we will have New Year. We need to get ready for the holidays in Prostokvashino.

And mom says:

Whatever you want, I have a performance at the Blue Light. I can't go to Prostokvashino.

And after the performance - on the last train? - Uncle Fyodor suggests.

“I, of course, love Prostokvashino,” my mother answers, “but not to such an extent that I would ride around on trains in an evening dress.

“That’s true,” Dad noted. - Now in Prostokvashino you have to wear an evening jacket and evening boots.

Then there was a knock on the door. The telegram has arrived. Or rather, the postman came. The telegram said:

“SHARIK AND MATROSKIN HAD A FIGHT. THINGS DIVIDE. SOON THE OVEN WILL START SETTING.

“I don’t understand anything,” says my mother. - Why will they start sawing the stove soon?

But dad understood everything and began to get ready for Prostokvashino.

And in Prostokvashino the quarrel continued. The cat calls Pechkin and says:

Give this guy an urgent telegram.

I’m writing it down,” says Pechkin.

Matroskin dictates to him:

“UNCLE FEDOR WILL BE ARRIVING SOON. IMMEDIATELY TAKE MY FELT FEET AND GO TO THE FOREST FOR THE TREE.”

Pechkin counted on the abacus and said:

Fourteen words, delivery. Fifty kopecks from you.

Then he approached Sharik and told him:

A telegram has arrived for you. Will you write an answer?

“I won’t,” Sharik answers. - I do not have money.

And you look in your pockets.

I still won't. I don't even have pockets. I'll draw the answer.

He draws a house on the stove with chalk.

What is this? - asks the cat. - What kind of folk art is this?

This is an Indian national hut,” says the dog. - It's called a figwam.

Then the cat said about Sharik:

We found it in a trash heap. We washed it, cleaned it of dirt, and he’s drawing us figs. It would be better if Uncle Fyodor kept a turtle in a box.

“And this is because they are figs,” explains Sharik, “because I feel sorry for cutting down trees.” They are so beautiful.

“Don’t think about beauty,” the cat shouts, “but about the fact that they are free!” Now, by the way, there is a five-year savings period. Everything is free in the price.

And he grumbled all the time:

He cares about beauty. And who will take care of us - Anton Pavlovich Chekhov?

Pechkin asks:

Let me find out who Anton Pavlovich Chekhov will be?

Don't know! - the cat answers. - That’s the only name of the ship that my grandmother sailed on.

He must have been a good person, says Sharik, since the ship was named after him. And he wouldn’t cut down the trees.

What would he do?

I would go to the store and buy an artificial Christmas tree.

Then there was a knock on the door. A man wearing a mask and holding an artificial Christmas tree comes in.

Guess who I am? - asks.

Anton Pavlovich Chekhov, says Pechkin.

And this is Uncle Fyodor’s dad who has arrived. Everyone shouted: “Hurray!” And the cat began to erase the chalk line with its paws.

Where is Uncle Fyodor?

He is sitting in the car. We're stuck.

And so, like barge haulers on the Volga, our heroes began to pull the Zaporozhets with a strap.

Sled dogs, that’s what I heard... - Matroskin grumbles. - But sled cats?.. This has never happened before.

“Nothing, nothing,” says dad from behind. - Our roads are such that even academicians can meet on the road. I saw it myself.

Dad decided to turn on the TV to watch Blue Light.

Your tuning table is strange,” says dad. - In circles.

This is not a table for them,” explains Pechkin. “It’s all overgrown with cobwebs.” They have a chart like this on every pot. Because they had a fight.

“We have already made peace,” says the cat. - Because working together for my benefit ennobles.

They say that soon Christmas trees will be released along with toys,” Pechkin reports, hanging up the toys. - They will open like umbrellas.

And in our yard there is a real Christmas tree, alive! - Uncle Fyodor shouts. - Let's dress her up.

They rushed to the attic - there were antique things there, and they began to decorate the Christmas tree in the yard with them.

What news do you have in the city? - Matroskin asks the boy.

There are no special ones. Only the parents of another child decided to bother.

We made it... - the cat grumbles. “Now they’ve started to get children like sheepskin coats.” Or like black caviar.

Then Pechkin leaned out of the window:

Oh, your mother is on TV. What a joy - the guy with the big mustache gave her roses.

Dad immediately became gloomy and rushed to the window.

This is not a type at all,” he said. - This is the leader of my mother’s amateur performances.

And Pechkin put the TV in the window so that everyone could see his mother.

Uncle Fedor says:

Oh, now our mother will sing. But your TV has no sound.

And sure enough, mom appears on TV and starts singing, but you can’t hear her.

What a pity that we don’t hear her,” says Uncle Fyodor. “She prepared for this performance for six months.

“Oh,” Pechkin was surprised, “it seems the sound has been turned on!”

And then the mother herself appeared with skis.

“Wow,” said Pechkin, “what technology has come to: your mother is being transferred here and there.”

And it wasn’t the technology that got there, it was mom who got it. Everyone rushed to her and began to swing along with their skis.

“I told you,” said my mother, “that I can’t live without your Prostokvashino.”

And then the clock struck twelve. New Year has arrived.

Part three. ESCAPE FROM PROSTOKVASHINO

It was autumn in Prostokvashino. Sharik trained the calf Gavryusha to be a guard bull in the yard. He threw a stick over the fence and ordered:

Gavryusha jumped over the fence, but instead of a stick he brought a straw hat in his teeth.

It turns out that the postman Pechkin was standing behind the fence, looking through the hole.

Pechkin grabbed the hat, but Gavryusha did not let it go. And they pull it back and forth.

Cat Matroskin leaned out of the window and commanded:

The bull mooed:

Mu Mu! - And he let go of his hat.

Pechkin was glad that his hat was not eaten, and handed the letter to Uncle Fyodor. The letter was like this:

“Our dear boy! You live in the countryside completely abandoned. And Aunt Tamara Alekseevna came to us.

She decided to give you a gift; she bought a piano. He will prepare you to become a laureate of an international competition. So that you are well educated and musical."

And I’m already well-educated and musical! - says Sharik. - I never catch fleas when I have guests. And I sing no worse than Polad Bul-Bul-ogly on the record.

As soon as he howls... Matroskin shuddered from such singing.

“I have a feeling,” he said, “that the Druzhba gasoline saw ran into a nail. Where did this aunt come from?

This is my mother's sister. She recently retired. She has nowhere to put her strength. So he buys pianos for everyone.

And they began to wait for Tamara Alekseevna’s invasion, as in the old days they waited for uninvited guests.

Sharik ran all the time to look at the road. One day he comes running and shouts:

They're coming! They're coming! And they're bringing a piano.

A truck is driving, in the cab there are a driver and an aunt, and in the back there are dad, mom, ficus and a piano.

So,” says Tamara Alekseevna, “that’s what you are like!”.. And which of you will be Uncle Fyodor?

Here the postman Pechkin appeared out of the ground:

This one, the one in trousers and without a tail, will be Uncle Fyodor.

So you are postman Svechkin?

Pechkin I. Pechkin.

That's good. Help me get the piano out of the car.

They began to move the piano, but he didn’t move.

Of course,” says the aunt, “there were seven people moving it in the store.”

Then Matroskin took the chain on which Murka was grazing, unhooked it from Murka and snapped the carabiner on the leg of the piano. And he says to the driver:

Touch it.

The car drove off, but the piano remained in place, in the air. Everyone caught him together and put him on the ground.

Well, you have a house... - says the aunt. - We will expand. Add a second floor.

We already have a good life,” Sharik noted.

“Your life is bad,” my aunt objected. - You just don't know. You are mistakenly happy. But I will open your eyes. I will direct you where you need to, at the appropriate indicators.

She ordered the piano to be placed in the barn.

“But Murka lives there,” my mother reminded. - And Gavryusha.

No problem, we will move them. We'll pitch a tent for them in the yard. We will now do so without ceremony. Do you love without ceremony?

No one loved without ceremony, only Pechkin loved.

And everything began to change in Prostokvashino. Previously, people simply went to pick mushrooms, but now they have started to organize mushroom picking.

Morning. Tamara Alekseevna sits like a boss at the table and conducts an operation:

Let's make a plan for the day. We throw Matroskin and Sharik into the river to catch fish. Uncle Fyodor is in the barn to study music. Postman Pechkin is sent to the garden and to the store. And mom and dad are sent on a special assignment - to study a pedagogy textbook. Is everyone clear?

It was clear to everyone.

So, - says the aunt, - and now about the news. Do we have any events?

None,” Pechkin answers. - Only the cow Murka ate a hole in the tent overnight.

Bright day. Everything is in order. Uncle Fyodor plays Oginsky's polonaise in the barn in great melancholy. The barn creaks to his rhythm... He staggers. Because the cow Murka is tied to him.

Postman Pechkin on Gavryusha is hilling up potatoes in the garden. Matroskin and Sharik are sitting on the river horizon with fishing rods. Mom and Dad are visible through the tent hole. They are reading a book.

Postman Pechkin,” the aunt commands, “temporarily leave the area entrusted to you and conduct a quick inspection of what has been done!”

Pechkin on the shore:

Citizens, employees, I ask you to give evidence... that is, information. How many fish were caught during the elapsed time?

“One,” the cat answers briefly, in military style.

Please clarify,” says Pechkin. - In what units do you measure? What's your one? One ton, cubic meter, one bucket?

One sprat, the cat explains, weighs one ton and measures one cubic meter.

Pechkin noted something in his book and moved on.

He approached dad and mom:

Dear, please tell me what your progress is and what news you have for the current period?

The news is good, says dad. - During the current period, Murka’s cow ate “Pedagogika”. Now he will be ten times smarter.

Pechkin wrote this down in a book too. And he approached Uncle Fyodor.

How are you doing, young man? What to report to management?

Report that the chickens have made a nest in the piano. Chicks are hatched. It's time to stop the music.

And so Pechkin came to Tamara Alekseevna with a report.

A cat and a dog are catching fish. One sprat was caught. Weighing one ton, measuring one cubic meter. I barely managed to stuff it into the bucket. Uncle Fyodor is doing well too. The chickens in the piano hatch the chicks, thank God. You don't have to learn music.

“I see,” says the aunt. - I hope everything is fine with mom and dad?

Better not. Murka the cow ate Pedagogika.

So what's good about this?

Now you will be ten times smarter.

Guard! - Aunt Tamara shouted and called her mother.

As an older sister, I tell you: you must raise not only your son, but also your husband.

Or maybe you don’t need to educate me? - says dad. - I'm almost forty.

A man must be educated until he is fifty,” the aunt answers. - And after fifty you can start re-educating. Tomorrow we'll get back to business with a new start.

And now a new rise began. Early morning. From the attic window, through a megaphone, my aunt conveys the daily routine:

Matroskin and Sharik rush into the forest to pick up strawberries. Uncle Fyodor - in the tent, sew up the hole from Murka. Mom and Dad will move the chickens from the piano to the basket. Postman Pechkin reviews today's newspapers for everyone.

The working day is in full swing. Postman Pechkin goes around everyone with a book.

Mom and Dad moved the chickens, they play “Chizhik-fawn” with two hands. The cow moos in time with them.

How are you, dear ones? - asks Pechkin.

Wonderful! - Dad answers. - We're having a good rest. Like in an isolation ward.

“We’ll soon start to turn green from such a wonderful holiday,” my mother added.

How are you doing with collecting spring fruits in the fall? Did you find anything?

We found one,” Matroskin answers.

Why one? One ton? One basket? One berry?

“One berry,” the cat answers. - Weighing one ton. If you eat the core in it, you will get an excellent strawberry booth.

Pechkin wrote everything down.

And I went to Uncle Fyodor.

How are you, dear young man?

Very good. I sewed my own pants to the tent.

So you should go get some scissors.

It won’t work, says Uncle Fyodor. - I mended myself from the inside. I can't get out.

Pechkin returned to his aunt. She asks:

How are you? What's new with mom and dad?

Pechkin looks at the book:

They have a good rest. Like in an isolation ward. From such a wonderful holiday they will soon begin to turn green.

What about picking strawberries for medicinal jam?

We found one berry weighing one ton.

So huge?

Yes sir. If you eat the middle of it, it will turn out to be an excellent booth.

What about Uncle Fyodor?

It couldn't be better. He sewed himself to the tent.

Why doesn't he come out?

He swept his pants from the inside. He can only come out naked.

Nightmare! - said Tamara Alekseevna. - We urgently need to carry out mass educational action! Come on, Comrade Pechkin, look at the press. What is the main task of the day today?

- “Perestroika - state acceptance!”

Great, but not entirely thought out.

- “Concrete of the highest quality for residential construction.” Is it good?

It’s incendiary,” says the aunt, “but not for our area.” What else is there?

This is for us. We are sounding the full collection.

And at lunch during the general gathering, my aunt says:

From today we will all protect the potatoes as one.

“But no one steals potatoes from us,” Uncle Fyodor objects.

“They don’t steal now,” my aunt insists. - And since they write in the newspaper, it means they will start soon.

“I agree to protect the potatoes,” says mom. - Just let them protect me myself. I'm very afraid of the dark.

“And I need to be protected from mosquitoes,” dad adds.

Entering the field at the first rays of darkness, says my aunt.

Everyone began to prepare. Mom and Dad began to pack their suitcase.

“You put away the razor,” says dad, “and the ties.”

To the side, Matroskin and Uncle Fyodor are preparing their backpacks.

“Why,” asks Sharik, “are we taking Murka with us?”

But of course! - the cat answers. - We'll put suction cups on her horns. If a crook bends down to dig potatoes, they will stick to him.

Late evening. The first rays of darkness. Aunt lined up the team in front of the porch, as if on a line. Only the team turned out to be very strange. Some in an evening dress, some with a cow on a leash, some with a suitcase.

Go out to protect the collective farm field - our main task!

There is “come out”!

Aunt goes ahead. Looks into the distance. Sings drill songs into a megaphone. She approached the field, but there was no one behind her.

Oh, guard! Everyone has been kidnapped!

Railway station. Mom and Dad come up. Mom says:

I think our boy will not be lost. It will be difficult for him, but he is in good hands.

That's right, it won't go to waste! - Dad agrees.

Why do you think so?

Because he is also approaching the station. He also ran away.

What happiness!

Happiness, but not complete,” argues dad. - Because Murka is coming to our city with him.

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Title: Uncle Fyodor, dog and cat

About the book “Uncle Fyodor, Dog and Cat (Author’s Collection)” Eduard Uspensky

Animals have always been close to humans. Children often ask their parents to get a cat or a dog, but adults often refuse, arguing that caring for the animals will fall on their shoulders. And it will be a lot more trouble. But animals always bring joy and happiness to the house, people’s well-being and mood improve, and children grow up more serious and from an early age they know what responsibility, care and love are.

The book by Eduard Uspensky “Uncle Fyodor, the Dog and the Cat” tells about one little boy who lives in Moscow with his parents. Dad calls him uncle, since the boy is already very developed and smart beyond his years.

One day Uncle Fyodor meets the talking cat Matroskin at the entrance. The cat tells the boy that he used to live on the roof, but now he has nowhere to sleep. The main character takes the cat to his place, but his mother asks him to remove the animal.

Uncle Fyodor decides that he is already old enough and independent, so he and Matroskin go to live in the village of Prostokvashino. There they meet the dog Sharik and take him in with them. In the village there is also a very curious postman Pechkin, who once read a note about a missing boy and wants to receive a reward in the form of a bicycle.

Of course, parents worry about their child and go to Prostokvashino to pick him up. And then they realize that the village is not so bad, and animals can really be useful. This became even more clear at the moment when Uncle Fyodor became very ill.

Many adults, of course, have read the book “Uncle Fyodor, the Dog and the Cat” by Eduard Uspensky and have seen the cartoon based on this work many times. As a child, you perceive the story as a simple adventure of a boy with animals. But when you grow up, you already see subtle humor, the characters of the main characters, and deep meaning.

The main characters constantly find themselves in different funny situations. Moreover, Matroskin and Sharik get along like a cat and a dog, but for the sake of Uncle Fyodor they are ready to go to peace and not quarrel. Everyone enjoys life in the village so much that many holidays are celebrated here. Uncle Fyodor's mother changes her anger to mercy. By the way, she is a completely urban woman, and she also works on television, so she doesn’t like animals and the countryside, to put it mildly. But this is only at the beginning, until she meets them and ends up in the village herself.

The book “Uncle Fyodor, the Dog and the Cat” by Eduard Uspensky will give a lot of pleasant moments to all readers. Children will find it funny and interesting, and adults will definitely appreciate the author’s humor. If you haven't read this work, you should definitely do so. You will not regret it!

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Quotes from the book “Uncle Fyodor, Dog and Cat (Author’s Collection)” by Eduard Uspensky

It is only folk artists who get courage from medals.

Then he wanted to change the word “Sharik” to “Fedor”. And it turned out something completely incomprehensible

The best advice is always unexpected. And surprise always seems stupid

There are special cows for cats. They're called goats.

You're eating a sandwich wrong, Uncle Fyodor. You hold it with the sausage facing up, but you should put the sausage on your tongue, it will taste better.

Eh.. it would be better if Uncle Fyodor kept a turtle in a box instead of you.

Finally, my beloved Uncle Fyodor has arrived! Now we will store twice as much hay for our cow!

Matroskin says to the seller:
- Hello, we need a bed on wheels. Do you have these? My aunt comes to visit us permanently.
The seller answers:
- We now have any beds. Either on wheels or with a motor. In our village, capitalism has arrived.
“Okay,” says Uncle Fyodor, “let’s see your beds.”
- Why watch them? - says the seller. - Tell me what kind of bed you need. We will press a button, and Uncle Vasya will bring it to you from the warehouse.
“Some kind of strange capitalism has arrived here,” says Matroskin. And you have heaps of beds, and there are buttons, but Uncle Vasya still carries weights on himself, as in developed socialism.

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Part one

ARRIVAL IN PROSTOKVASHINO

Chapter first

UNCLE FEDOR

Some parents had a boy. His name was Uncle Fyodor. Because he was very serious and independent. He learned to read at the age of four, and at six he was already making his own soup. In general, he was a very good boy. And the parents were good - dad and mom.

And everything would have been fine, only his mother didn’t like animals. Especially any cats. But Uncle Fyodor loved animals, and he and his mother always had different arguments.

And once it happened like this. Uncle Fyodor is walking up the stairs and eating a sandwich. He sees a cat sitting on the window. Big, big, striped. The cat says to Uncle Fyodor:

You're eating a sandwich wrong, Uncle Fyodor. You hold it with the sausage facing up, but you have to put it with the sausage on your tongue. Then it will taste better.

Uncle Fyodor tried it - it really tastes better. He treated the cat and asked:

How do you know that my name is Uncle Fyodor?

The cat answers:

I know everyone in our house. I live in the attic, and I can see everything. Who is good and who is bad. Only now my attic is being renovated and I have nowhere to live. And then they might even lock the door.

Who taught you to talk? - asks Uncle Fyodor.

“Yes,” says the cat. - Where you remember a word, where you remember two. And then, I lived with a professor who studied the language of animals. So I learned. Nowadays it’s impossible to live without language. You will disappear right away: either they will make a hat out of you, or a collar, or just a rug for your feet.

Uncle Fedor says:

Come live with me.

The cat doubts:

Your mother will kick me out.

Nothing, it won't kick you out. Maybe dad will intercede.

And they went to Uncle Fyodor. The cat ate and slept under the sofa all day like a gentleman. And in the evening, mom and dad came. As soon as mom came in, she said:

Something smells like cat spirit here. It was only Uncle Fyodor who brought the cat.

And dad said:

So what? Just think, cat. One cat won't hurt us.

Mom says:

It won't bother you, but it will bother me.

How will he bother you?

“That,” my mother answers. - Well, just think about it, what is the use of this cat?

Dad says:

Why is it necessarily beneficial? What is the use of this picture on the wall?

This picture on the wall, says mom, is very useful. She is blocking a hole in the wallpaper.

So what? - Dad doesn’t agree. - And the cat will be useful. We'll train him to be a dog. We will have a guard cat. He will guard the house. Doesn't bark, doesn't bite, and doesn't let him into the house.

Mom even got angry:

You are always with your fantasies! You ruined my son... Well, that's it. If you like this cat so much, choose: either him or me.

Dad looked at mom first, then at the cat. Then again at the mother and again at the cat.

“I,” he says, “choose you.” I’ve known you for a long time, but this is the first time I’ve seen this cat.

And you, Uncle Fyodor, who do you choose? - asks mom.

“No one,” the boy answers. - Only if you drive the cat away, I will leave you too.

“It’s whatever you want,” says mom, “just so that the cat won’t be there tomorrow!”

She, of course, did not believe that Uncle Fyodor would leave home. And dad didn’t believe it. They thought he was just saying that. And he spoke seriously.

In the evening he put everything he needed into his backpack. And a penknife, a warm jacket, and a flashlight. I took all the money I had saved for an aquarium. And prepared a bag for the cat. The cat fit right in this bag, only its whiskers stuck out. And went to bed.

In the morning, mom and dad left for work. Uncle Fyodor woke up, cooked himself some porridge, had breakfast with the cat and began writing a letter.

“My dear parents! Father and mother!

I love you very much. And I love animals very much. And this cat too. And you don't allow me to start it. Order him to leave the house. And this is wrong. I'm leaving for the village and will live there. Don't worry about me. I won't get lost. I can do everything and I will write to you. And I’m not going to school soon. Only for next year.

Goodbye. Your son is Uncle Fyodor.”

He put this letter in his own mailbox, took his backpack and the cat in the bag and went to the bus stop.

Chapter two

Uncle Fyodor got on the bus and went. It was a good ride. The buses out of town at this time are completely empty. And no one stopped them from talking. Uncle Fyodor asked, and the cat from the bag answered.

Uncle Fyodor asks:

What is your name?

Cat says:

And I don't know how. And they called me Barsik, and Fluff, and Blockhead. And I was even Kis Kisych. Only I don't like all this. I want to have a last name.

Something serious. Marine surname. I'm one of the sea cats. From ship's. Both my grandparents sailed on ships with sailors. And I am also drawn to the sea. I really miss the oceans. I'm just afraid of water.

“Let’s give you the surname Matroskin,” says Uncle Fyodor. - And it’s connected with cats, and there’s something nautical in this surname.

Yes, there is marine life here,” the cat agrees, “that’s true.” What does this have to do with cats?

“I don’t know,” says Uncle Fyodor. - Maybe because cats are tabby and so are sailors. They have vests like these.

And the cat agreed:

I like this surname - Matroskin. Both nautical and serious.

He was so happy that he now had a last name that he even smiled with joy. He reached deeper into the bag and began to try on his last name.

“Please call the cat Matroskin to the phone.”

“Cat Matroskin can’t answer the phone. He is very busy. He’s lying on the stove.”

And the more he tried it on, the more he liked it. He leaned out of the bag and said:

I really like that my last name is not teasing. Not like, for example, Ivanov or Petrov.

Uncle Fyodor asks:

Why are they teasing?

And because you can always say: “Ivanov without pants, Petrov without firewood.” But you can’t say anything like that about Matroskin.

The bus stopped here. They arrived in the village.

The village is beautiful. There are forests all around, fields and a river nearby. The wind blows so warm, and there are no mosquitoes. And very few people live in the village.

Uncle Fyodor saw one old man and asked:

Do you have an extra empty house here? So that you can live there.

The old man says:

Yes, as much as you want! A new house was built across the river, five-story, just like in the city. So half the village moved there. And they left their houses. And vegetable gardens. And even chickens here and there. Choose any one for yourself and live.

And they went to choose. And then the dog runs up to them. So shaggy and disheveled. All covered in burrs.

Take me to live with you! - speaks. - I will guard your house.

The cat disagrees:

We have nothing to protect. We don't even have a house. You come to us in a year, when we get rich. Then we'll take you.

Uncle Fedor says:

You cat, shut up. A good dog has never bothered anyone. Let's find out better where he learned to talk.

“I guarded the dacha of a professor,” the dog answers, “who studied the language of animals.” So I learned.

This must be my professor! - the cat screams. - Semin Ivan Trofimovich! He also had a wife, two children and a grandmother with a broom. And he kept compiling the “Russian-cat” dictionary.

Year: 1974 Genre: fairy tale

Main characters: boy Uncle Fyodor, cat Matroskin, dog Sharik.

Over the course of its 44 years, the writer’s creation has not lost the interest of readers and is relevant to this day.

The book is very easy and exciting to read. It talks about a six-year-old boy named Fedor. The boy was independent and responsible, his parents could entrust him with any task, so they respectfully called him Uncle Fedor.

He really liked animals and, having gathered a whole company of animals - a cat and a dog, to which he gave names, he chose to live with them in the countryside and not only just relax, but work, but also take care of them. Each chapter tells about the extraordinary adventures of a friendly company in Prostokvashino.

The story teaches how to make friends correctly, how devotion to animals develops independence in a person.

Read the summary of Uspensky Uncle Fyodor, dog and cat

From the first pages of the book we learn about Fyodor, or rather, that at the age of six he could prepare a delicious soup, and at the age of four he could read well. He absolutely adored animals, but his mother forbade keeping them in the apartment, as they caused anxiety and chaos.

Once, returning from a walk, Fyodor met a cat on the landing that he liked so much that he brought it into the apartment. However, the mother did not like that this animal lived with them and ordered him to be thrown out into the street. Such callousness greatly outraged the child, and he decided to leave his father’s house with the cat.

Subsequently, the dog joins the boy and the cat. Sharik was ugly, but loyal to his owner, and knew how to guard his home well. So, a friendly team arrived in Prostokvashino, where they settled in an abandoned house.

In order to make it possible to live comfortably there, friends began to put the house in order. The company got to work actively; they found old household items in the attic and carefully placed them in their proper places. The cat was the most diligent, as he loved cleanliness very much. And, of course, as decent citizens, they made acquaintances with the village residents, and first of all with the postman Pechkin, returning from the river. The uncle, having met them, was surprised; the animals speak human speech. And of course, due to his position, he offered to subscribe to some kind of press. Fedor preferred Murzilka, and Sharik preferred a hunting magazine.

Digging up the garden, they found treasures to their great joy and found a tractor and a cow on them. While our friends were setting up house, the parents were very worried about the disappearance of their son, and decided to advertise in the newspaper.

Many adventures happened to them while they were in this village, but their fellow villagers simply adored Uncle Fyodor for his hard work, kindness, and love for animals. They began to deliver him various animals. He will heal them and release them into the wild. One day a little jackdaw settled with them. They called him Khvataykin because he carried all the objects to the closet. The boy was worried about him, lest evil people might kill him for his tricks. And they all decided together to leave the bird in the hut and teach it the expression “Who’s there?” And it will be good, and the little jackdaw will be safe.

Life with friends went at a measured pace, the cow produced a lot of dairy products, everyone worked together in the garden. One day Pechkin brought a newspaper with exactly the note that Fedor’s parents wrote. And Fyodor decided to write them a letter. As soon as he began to describe his life, he saw the boys flying a kite and rushed to play. Matroskin decided to continue what he had written, but he was distracted by a cow that was chewing underwear. Sharik finished the news.

Having received a letter from their son, the parents felt uneasy, and they began to look for where this village was located. They wrote letters to all the villages with that name, and eventually received an answer. The ancestors collected the parcel, sent it immediately, and began to get ready for the journey.

The parents arrived on time, as Fyodor was seriously ill. He spent the whole summer running around in shorts and a T-shirt, and the sun was so hot that he got very tanned. But it was already winter, and while running out just as light to feed the tits, the boy caught a cold. Sharik and Matroskin accused each other of allowing Uncle Fyodor to become ill. But the parents provided their son with timely help. And my mother was surprised that the house was in order, and the cat was so efficient. I regretted that I once kicked him out of the apartment.

In the morning Fedor felt better. And at the family council they decided to take their son to the city. And he will visit the villages on weekends and holidays. When they began to load, Matroskin suggested that they take Khvatayka to make it more joyful. Their parents promised to send them gifts: a small radio for Sharik, a vest for Matroskin with a cap, and they bought lottery tickets for Pechkin so that he could win something useful for himself.

Sharik happily drove Uncle Fyodor's family to the city. While he was resting, mom and dad bought the promised gifts. They convinced the dog to spend the night with them, but he was in a hurry to Prostokvashino, since he could not live a day without a cat and a household.

Picture or drawing Uncle Fyodor, dog and cat

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