Vsevolod Garshin "Fairy tale That which was not. A fairy tale that which was not read What is a fairy tale about that which was not

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This tale is either a dream or a vision inspired by the terrible heat in the afternoon.

As if humanized insects gathered in a circle to talk about what life is. Everyone has their own point of view. For example, the dung beetle sees his whole life in work, proudly believes that he should act "as he should." And he teaches his children this! Such a wealthy peasant. Only the worker ant, practically a proletarian, reproaches him, that the beetle is trying for himself. The ant has been working for the team all his life, but he does not feel much joy. The grasshopper objects to both.

Work, of course, is good, but you can also crackle with pleasure. He looks like a man of art. The caterpillar also speaks out, but nothing interests it now, because “after death” it will become a butterfly. Everyone respects the issue of the reincarnation of this "spiritual young lady."

An old horse suddenly enters the conversation. His life is something that insects could not understand: miles, villages, cities ... Then a man comes for a horse. And attacks the whole honest company! And the lizard - on the tail. That is why the lizard can proudly say that they tore off her tail, which remained mutilated when she wanted to say the most important thing.

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One fine day in June - and it was beautiful because it was twenty-eight degrees Réaumur - one fine day in June it was hot everywhere, and it was even hotter in the clearing in the garden, where there was a pile of freshly mowed hay, because the place was closed from the wind by thick, thick cherry trees. Everything was almost asleep: people were full and engaged in afternoon side activities; the birds fell silent, even many insects hid from the heat. There is nothing to say about domestic animals: large and small cattle hid under a canopy; the dog, having dug a hole for himself under the barn, lay down there and, half-closing his eyes, breathed intermittently, sticking out his pink tongue almost half an arshin; sometimes, evidently from anguish stemming from the deadly heat, she yawned so that at the same time a thin squeal was heard; the pigs, a mother with thirteen children, went ashore and lay down in the black, greasy mud, and from the mud only the snuffling and snoring pig snouts with two holes, oblong, mud-drenched backs, and huge drooping ears were visible from the mud. Some chickens, not afraid of the heat, somehow killed time, raking with their paws the dry earth opposite the kitchen porch, in which, as they knew very well, there was not a single grain; and even then the rooster must have had a bad time, because sometimes he took on a stupid look and shouted at the top of his voice: “what a ska-an-da-al!”

So we left the clearing, which is the hottest, and in this clearing a whole society of sleepless gentlemen sat. That is, not everyone was sitting; the old bay, for example, with the danger to his sides from the whip of the coachman Anton, who was raking a heap of hay, being a horse, did not know how to sit at all; the caterpillar of some butterfly also did not sit, but rather lay on its stomach: but the point is not in the word. A small but very serious company gathered under the cherry tree: a snail, a dung beetle, a lizard, the aforementioned caterpillar; jumped the grasshopper. Nearby stood an old bay, listening to their speeches with one bay ear turned towards them with dark gray hair sticking out from the inside; and two flies sat on the bay.

The company argued politely, but rather animatedly, and, as it should be, no one agreed with anyone, since everyone valued the independence of their opinion and character.

- In my opinion, - said the dung beetle, - a decent animal should first of all take care of its offspring. Life is work for the future generation. He who consciously fulfills the duties assigned to him by nature, he stands on solid ground: he knows his business, and whatever happens, he will not be responsible. Look at me: who works harder than me? Who for whole days without rest rolls such a heavy ball - a ball that I have so skillfully created from dung, with the great goal of enabling new dung beetles like me to grow? But on the other hand, I don’t think that anyone would be so calm in conscience and with a pure heart could say: “Yes, I did everything I could and should have done,” as I will say when new dung beetles come into the world. That's what labor means!

- Go, brother, with your work! said the ant, who, during the speech of the dung beetle, brought, despite the heat, a monstrous piece of dry stalk. He stopped for a moment, sat down on his four hind legs, and wiped the sweat from his exhausted face with his two front legs. - And I'm working, and more than yours. But you work for yourself or, anyway, for your bugs; not everyone is so happy ... You should try to carry logs for the treasury, that's how I am. I myself do not know what makes me work, exhausted, even in this heat. “No one will thank you for this. We, the unfortunate worker ants, are all working, but what is the beauty of our life? Fate!..

“You, dung beetle, are too dry, and you, ant, look at life too gloomily,” the grasshopper objected to them. - No, beetle, I still like to crackle and jump, and nothing! Conscience does not hurt! And besides, you have not touched at all on the question posed by the lady lizard: she asked, "What is the world?", and you are talking about your dung ball; it's not even polite. The world is the world, in my opinion, a very good thing, just because it has young grass for us, the sun and the breeze. And yes, he is great! You here, between these trees, have no idea how big it is. When I am in the field, I sometimes jump as high as I can and, I assure you, reach great heights. And from there I see that the world has no end.

"That's right," the bay confirmed sagely. “But all of you still won’t see even a hundredth part of what I saw in my lifetime. It's a pity you can't understand what a verst is... A verst from here is the village of Luparevka: I go there every day with a barrel for water. But they never feed me there. And on the other side, Efimovka, Kislyakovka; it has a church with bells. And then Holy Trinity, and then Bogoyavlensk. In Bogoyavlensk they always give me hay, but the hay is bad there. But in Nikolaev - this is such a city, twenty-eight miles from here - so they give better hay and oats, only I don’t like to go there: a gentleman rides there and orders the coachman to drive us, and the coachman beats us painfully with a whip ... Otherwise there is also Aleksandrovka, Belozerka, Kherson-city too... But how can you understand all this!.. This is what the world is; not all, let's say, but still a significant part.

And the bay fell silent, but his lower lip was still moving, as if he were whispering something. This came from old age: he was already seventeen years old, and for a horse it is the same as seventy-seven for a man.

“I don’t understand your tricky horse words, yes, I confess, and I don’t chase them,” said the snail. - I would have burdock, but it is enough: for four days now I have been crawling, and it still does not end. And behind this burdock there is another burdock, and in that burdock there is probably another snail. That's all for you. And there is no need to jump anywhere - all this is fiction and trifles; sit and eat the sheet on which you sit. If it were not for laziness to crawl, I would have left you long ago with your conversations; they give me a headache and nothing more.

- No, please, why? interrupted the grasshopper, “it is very pleasant to chatter, especially about such good subjects as infinity and so on. Of course, there are practical natures who only care about how to fill their stomach, like you or this lovely caterpillar ...

“Ah, no, leave me, I beg you, leave me, don’t touch me! exclaimed the caterpillar plaintively, “I am doing this for a future life, only for a future life.”

- What kind of future life is there? asked the bay.

“Don’t you know that after death I will become a butterfly with multi-colored wings?”

The bay, the lizard, and the snail did not know this, but the insects had some idea. And everyone was silent for a while, because no one knew how to say anything worthwhile about the future life.

“Strong convictions must be treated with respect,” the grasshopper finally crackled. "Does anyone want to say anything else?" Maybe you? - he turned to the flies, and the eldest of them answered:

We can't say that we were bad. We are now only out of the rooms; the lady placed the boiled jam in the bowls, and we climbed under the lid and ate. We are satisfied. Our mother is bogged down in jam, but what can we do? She is already quite old in the world. And we are satisfied.

“Gentlemen,” said the lizard, “I think you are all quite right! But on the other side…

But the lizard never said what was on the other side, because she felt something firmly press her tail to the ground.

It was Anton, the waking coachman, who came for the bay; he accidentally stepped on the company with his boot and crushed it. Some flies flew off to suck on their dead mother covered in jam, and the lizard ran away with its tail torn off. Anton took the bay by the forelock and led him out of the garden to harness him to a barrel and go for water, and kept saying: “Well, go, you little tail!” To which the bay replied only with a whisper.

And the lizard was left without a tail. True, after a while he grew up, but forever remained somehow dull and blackish. And when the lizard was asked how she hurt her tail, she answered modestly:

- I was torn off because I decided to express my convictions.

And she was absolutely right.

Information for parents: Vsevolod Garshin wrote an instructive tale "That which was not." In it, through the conversation of insects and animals, he teaches that everyone sees the world in their own way. One needs a “burdock leaf”, while the other needs spacious fields. The short fairy tale "What was not" is useful to read to children from 4 to 7 years old. It can be read before bed.

Read the tale What was not

One fine June day - and it was beautiful because it was twenty-eight degrees Réaumur - one fine June day it was hot everywhere, and in the clearing in the garden, where there was a pile of freshly cut hay, it was even hotter, because the place was closed from the wind by thick, thick cherry trees. Everything was almost asleep: people were full and engaged in afternoon side activities; the birds fell silent, even many insects hid from the heat. There is nothing to say about domestic animals: large and small cattle hid under a canopy; the dog, having dug a hole for himself under the barn, lay down there and, half-closing his eyes, breathed intermittently, sticking out his pink tongue almost half an arshin; sometimes, evidently from anguish stemming from the deadly heat, she yawned so that at the same time a thin squeal was heard; the pigs, a mother with thirteen children, went ashore and lay down in the black, greasy mud, and from the mud only the snuffling and snoring pig snouts with two holes, oblong, mud-drenched backs and huge drooping ears were visible from the mud. Some chickens, not afraid of the heat, somehow killed time, raking with their paws the dry earth opposite the kitchen porch, in which, as they knew very well, there was not a single grain; and even then the rooster must have had a bad time, because sometimes he took on a stupid look and shouted at the top of his voice: “what a ska-an-da-al!”

So we left the clearing, which is the hottest, and in this clearing a whole society of gentlemen sat awake. That is, not everyone was sitting; the old bay, for example, with the danger to his sides from the whip of the coachman Anton, who was raking a heap of hay, being a horse, did not know how to sit at all; the caterpillar of some butterfly also did not sit, but rather lay on its stomach: but the point is not in the word. A small but very serious company gathered under the cherry tree: a snail, a dung beetle, a lizard, the aforementioned caterpillar; jumped the grasshopper. Nearby stood an old bay, listening to their speeches with one bay ear turned to them with dark gray hair sticking out from the inside; and two flies sat on the bay.

The company argued politely, but quite animatedly, and, as it should be, no one agreed with anyone, since everyone valued the independence of their opinion and character.

- In my opinion, - said the dung beetle, - a decent animal, first of all, should take care of its offspring. Life is work for the future generation. The one who consciously fulfills the duties assigned to him by nature, he stands on firm ground: he knows his business, and no matter what happens, he will not be responsible. Look at me: who works harder than me? Who for whole days without rest rolls such a heavy ball - a ball that I have so skillfully created from dung, with the great goal of enabling new dung beetles like me to grow? But on the other hand, I don’t think that anyone would be so calm in conscience and with a pure heart could say: “Yes, I did everything I could and should have done,” as I will say when new dung beetles come into the world. That's what labor means!

- Go, brother, with your work! - said the ant, dragging during the speech of the dung beetle, despite the heat, a monstrous piece of dry stalk. He stopped for a minute, sat down on his four hind legs, and wiped the sweat from his exhausted face with his two front legs. - And I'm working, and more than yours. But you work for yourself or, anyway, for your bugs; not everyone is so happy ... You should try to carry logs for the treasury, that's how I am. I myself do not know what makes me work, exhausted, even in this heat. “No one will thank you for this. We, the unfortunate worker ants, are all working, but what is the beauty of our life? Fate!..

“You, dung beetle, are too dry, and you, ant, look at life too gloomily,” the grasshopper objected to them. - No, beetle, I still like to crackle and jump, and nothing! Conscience does not hurt! And besides, you did not at all touch upon the question posed by the lady lizard: she asked, "What is the world?", and you are talking about your dung ball; it's not even polite. The world - the world, in my opinion, is a very good thing, just because it has young grass for us, the sun and the breeze. And yes, he is great! You here, between these trees, have no idea how big it is. When I am in the field, I sometimes jump as high as I can and, I assure you, reach great heights. And from there I see that the world has no end.

"That's right," the bay confirmed sagely. “But all of you still won’t see even a hundredth part of what I saw in my lifetime. It's a pity you can't understand what a verst is... A verst from here is the village of Luparevka: I go there every day with a barrel for water. But they never feed me there. And on the other hand - Efimovka, Kislyakovka; it has a church with bells. And then Holy Trinity, and then Bogoyavlensk. In Bogoyavlensk they always give me hay, but the hay is bad there. But in Nikolaev - this is such a city, twenty-eight miles from here - so they give better hay and oats, but I don’t like to go there: the master rides there and orders the coachman to drive, and the coachman beats us painfully with a whip ... Otherwise there is also Aleksandrovka, Belozerka, Kherson-city too... But how can you understand all this!.. This is what the world is; not all, let's say, but yes, still a significant part.

- No, please, why? - the grasshopper interrupted, - it is very pleasant to crackle, especially about such good subjects as infinity and so on. Of course, there are practical natures who only care about how to fill their stomach, like you or this lovely caterpillar ...

“Ah, no, leave me, I beg you, leave me, don’t touch me! the caterpillar exclaimed plaintively: “I am doing this for a future life, only for a future life.

- What kind of future life is there? - asked bay.

“Don’t you know that after death I will become a butterfly with multi-colored wings?”

The bay, the lizard, and the snail did not know this, but the insects had some idea. And everyone was silent for a while, because no one knew how to say anything worthwhile about the future life.

“Strong convictions must be treated with respect,” the grasshopper finally crackled. "Would anyone like to say something else?" Maybe you? - he turned to the flies, and the eldest of them answered:

“Gentlemen,” said the lizard, “I think that all of you are absolutely right! But on the other side…

But the lizard never said what was on the other side, because she felt something firmly press her tail to the ground.

It was Anton, the coachman, who woke up, who came for the bay; he accidentally stepped on the company with his boot and crushed it. Some flies flew away to suck on their dead mother, smeared with jam, and the lizard ran away with its tail torn off. Anton took the bay by the forelock and led him out of the garden to harness him to a barrel and go for water, and kept saying: “Well, go, you little tail!” To which the bay replied only with a whisper.

And the lizard was left without a tail. True, after a while he grew up, but forever remained somehow dull and blackish. And when the lizard was asked how she hurt her tail, she answered modestly:

- I was torn off because I decided to express my convictions.

And she was absolutely right.

There is nothing to say about domestic animals: large and small cattle hid under a canopy; the dog, having dug a hole for himself under the barn, lay down there and, half-closing his eyes, breathed intermittently, sticking out his pink tongue almost half an arshin; sometimes, evidently from anguish stemming from the deadly heat, she yawned so that at the same time a thin squeal was heard; the pigs, a mother with thirteen children, went ashore and lay down in the black, greasy mud, and from the mud only the snuffling and snoring pig snouts with two holes, oblong, mud-drenched backs, and huge drooping ears were visible from the mud. Some chickens, not afraid of the heat, somehow killed time, raking with their paws the dry earth opposite the kitchen porch, in which, as they knew very well, there was not a single grain; and even then the rooster must have had a bad time, because sometimes he took on a stupid look and shouted at the top of his voice: “what a ska-an-da-al!”

So we left the clearing, which is the hottest, and in this clearing a whole society of gentlemen sat awake. That is, not everyone was sitting; the old bay, for example, with the danger to his sides from the whip of the coachman Anton, who was raking a heap of hay, being a horse, did not know how to sit at all; the caterpillar of some butterfly also did not sit, but rather lay on its stomach: but the point is not in the word. A small but very serious company gathered under the cherry tree: a snail, a dung beetle, a lizard, the aforementioned caterpillar; jumped the grasshopper. Nearby stood an old bay, listening to their speeches with one bay ear turned towards them with dark gray hair sticking out from the inside; and two flies sat on the bay.

The company argued politely, but rather animatedly, and, as it should be, no one agreed with anyone, since everyone valued the independence of their opinion and character.

“Ah, no, leave me, I beg you, leave me, don’t touch me! exclaimed the caterpillar plaintively, “I am doing this for a future life, only for a future life.”

- What kind of future life is there? asked the bay.

“Don’t you know that after death I will become a butterfly with multi-colored wings?”

The bay, the lizard, and the snail did not know this, but the insects had some idea. And everyone was silent for a while, because no one knew how to say anything worthwhile about the future life.

“Strong convictions must be treated with respect,” the grasshopper finally crackled. "Does anyone want to say anything else?" Maybe you? - he turned to the flies, and the eldest of them answered:

“Gentlemen,” said the lizard, “I think you are all quite right! But on the other side…

But the lizard never said what was on the other side, because she felt something firmly press her tail to the ground.

And the lizard was left without a tail. True, after a while he grew up, but forever remained somehow dull and blackish. And when the lizard was asked how she hurt her tail, she answered modestly:

- I was torn off because I decided to express my convictions.

And she was absolutely right.