Epilogue:
Well, kids, sit down comfortably,
Uncle will tell you a scary tale...
So...:
Once upon a time there lived Ivanushka. And so Ivanushka bought himself a gift for the New Year - a luxury phone. And this phone was not simple, but downright magical - it could do everything - it talked, and sang, and showed movies, and took photographs, and even suggested directions. And this miracle was called - SonyEricsson C905. Ivanushka was delighted, began to take photographs, listen to music, go for walks in the thicket without fear of getting lost... He liked the phone so much that Ivanushka even thought to tell the whole world about some secrets of a magic camera that has as many as 8 megapixels...
But everything turned out to be not so fabulous in this fairy tale - the phone broke down exactly three times thirty days later. And it would be okay if it was something serious, but it’s nonsense - he stopped talking. He did everything else - he sang songs and showed movies, and took photographs... Ivanushka would have felt sorry for the hard worker - after all, he could take a bluetooth headset assistant for the hard worker - let, they say, she talk, but Ivanushka decided that he needed to help the poor fellow, especially since The poor fellow is not simple, but truly golden, i.e. it stands as if it were made of gold. And Ivanushka took him to the fairy-tale palace - it’s called “Service.OK”. There, such phones are resurrected from the dead.
The good fellow looked at the phone and said: “We’ll resurrect him, only he’s illegitimate, so it will cost 2 thousand gold.” There’s nothing else to do, Ivanushka agreed. A fairy tale is told quickly, but it takes a long time to get things done. Another thirty days have passed, and half as many more. Ivanushka came to the palace and they said to him: “Sorry, apparently an evil sorcerer put a curse on him, we can’t revive him. So take it and look for other wizards, otherwise they won’t bring us living water from the capital city anymore.”
Ivanushka got sad, came home, and the phone was very bad. Just as he visited the magic palace, he also stopped showing it - he became completely lifeless.
Nothing to do. Ivanushka went back to the fairy-tale palace “Service.OK” and said to the good fellow: “I understand that there is no living water, but here, what you conjured here yourself and disenchant.” The good fellow took the phone back and ordered wait.
Thirty days have passed three more times, and half as many more. Ivanushka was waiting. He began to send news to the palace, and they answered him - “There is no living water. Come tomorrow at dawn, we will get the phone from the enchanted crypt and return it to you, we will give you a fairy ball, and wherever it rolls, there you will look for the wizard who brought it.” can revive." And then Ivanushka went to the fairy-tale palace at the appointed hour. And there is another good fellow there. I read the birch bark certificate, checked the letters, took out my phone and..., miracle! He's come to life! Again he began to talk, sing songs, show films, and pave the way. A good fellow looks at him and says, “Looks like the night yesterday was magical. My great-grandfather told me that it happens once a year, but no one knows when. Since such a miracle happened, then Ivanushka take your phone, and I won’t have any gold.” it is necessary. Go on all four sides."
And Ivanushka began to live and be happy with his phone...
This is where the fairy tale ends, and whoever listened - well done...
Rodari Gianni
Tales on the phone
Gianni Rodari
Tales on the phone
Per. from Italian - I. Konstantinova, Yu. Ilyin.
Paoletta Rodari and her friends of all colors
BON APPETIT
This book includes most my stories written for children over fifteen years. You will say that this is not enough. In 15 years, if I wrote only one page every day, I could already have about 5,500 pages. This means that I wrote much less than I could. And yet I don’t consider myself a big lazy person!
The fact is that during these years I was still working as a journalist and doing many other things. For example, I wrote articles for newspapers and magazines, studied school problems, played with my daughter, listened to music, went for a walk, thought. And thinking is also a useful thing. Maybe even the most useful of all others. In my opinion, every person should think for half an hour a day. This can be done everywhere - sitting at the table, walking in the forest, alone or in company.
I became a writer almost by accident. I wanted to be a violinist, and I studied the violin for several years. But since 1943 I have not touched it anymore. The violin has been with me ever since. I'm always planning to add strings that are missing, fix a broken neck, buy a new bow to replace the old one, which is completely disheveled, and start the exercises again from the first position. Maybe I'll do it someday, but I don't have time yet. I would also like to be an artist. True, at school I always had bad grades in drawing, and yet I always really loved using a pencil and painting in oils. Unfortunately, at school we were forced to do such tedious things that they could make even a cow lose patience. In a word, like all the guys, I dreamed about a lot, but then I didn’t do much, but did what I least thought about.
However, without even knowing it, I spent a long time preparing for my writing career. For example, I became a school teacher. I don't think I was a very good teacher: I was too young, and my thoughts were very far from my school desks. Perhaps I was a fun teacher. I told the guys different funny stories- stories without any meaning, and the more absurd they were, the more the children laughed. This already meant something. In the schools I know, I don't think they laugh much. Much that could be learned laughing is learned with tears - bitter and useless.
But let's not get distracted. Anyway, I have to tell you about this book. I hope she will be as happy as a toy. By the way, here is another activity that I would like to devote myself to: making toys. I always wanted toys to be unexpected, with a twist, so that they would suit everyone. Such toys last a long time and never get boring. Not knowing how to work with wood or metal, I tried to make toys from words. Toys, in my opinion, are as important as books: if it weren't, kids wouldn't love them. And since they love them, it means that toys teach them something that cannot be learned otherwise.
I would like the toys to serve both adults and children, so that the whole family, the whole class, together with the teacher can play with them. I would like my books to be the same. And this one too. She should help parents get closer to their children so that they can laugh and argue with her. I am pleased when some boy willingly listens to my stories. I rejoice even more when this story makes him want to talk, express his opinion, ask adults questions, demand that they answer.
My book is being published in the Soviet Union. I'm very pleased with this, because Soviet guys are excellent readers. I met many Soviet children in libraries, in schools, in the Palaces of Pioneers, in Houses of Culture - everywhere I visited. And now I’ll tell you where I’ve been: Moscow, Leningrad, Riga, Alma-Ata, Simferopol, Artek, Yalta, Sevastopol, Krasnodar, Nalchik. In Artek I met guys from the Far North and Far East. They were all great book eaters. How great it is to know that a book, no matter how thick or thin it is, is printed not to lie somewhere in the dust on a display case or in a closet, but to be swallowed, eaten with excellent appetite, digested hundreds of thousands of guys.
Therefore, I thank all those who prepared this book, and those who, so to speak, will eat it. I hope you will like it.
Bon appetit!
Gianni Rodari
Once upon a time there lived... Signor Bianchi. He lived in the city of Varese and was an employee of a trading company that sold medicines. His work was very hectic. Every week, six days out of seven, he traveled throughout Italy. He traveled west and east, south and north, and back again, and so on, including Saturday. He spent Sunday at home with his daughter, and on Monday, as soon as the sun rose, he hit the road again. His daughter accompanied him and always reminded him:
Do you hear, dad, I'm waiting again tonight a new fairy tale!
I must tell you that this girl could not sleep until they told her a fairy tale. Mom had already told her three times everything she knew: there were stories, fables, and just fairy tales. And she still can’t get enough! My father also had to take up this craft. Wherever he was, no matter what place in Italy he found himself, every evening at exactly nine o’clock he called home and told a new fairy tale over the phone. He invented them himself and told them himself. This book contains all these “tales on the telephone”, and you can read them. They, as you will notice, are not very long. After all, Signor Bianchi had to pay for the telephone conversation from his own pocket, and, you know, he could not talk for too long. Only sometimes, when things were going well for him, would he allow himself to talk longer. Of course, if the fairy tale deserved it.
I’ll tell you a secret: when Signor Bianchi called Varese, even the telephone operators stopped their work and listened to his tales with pleasure. Of course, I like some of them myself!
THE UNHAPPY HUNTER
“Take a gun, Giuseppe,” the mother once said to her son, “and go hunting.” Tomorrow your sister is getting married, and you need to prepare a festive dinner. Hare meat would be very good for this.
Giuseppe took the gun and went hunting. As soon as he stepped out onto the road, he saw a hare running. The scythe jumped out from under the fence and ran into the field. Giuseppe raised his gun, took aim and pulled the trigger. But the gun didn’t even think about shooting!
Pum! - it suddenly said in a ringing and cheerful voice and threw the bullet onto the ground.
Giuseppe froze in surprise. He picked up the bullet, turned it over in his hands, and it looked like a bullet! Then he examined the gun - the gun is like a gun! And yet it did not fire, like all normal guns, but loudly and cheerfully said “Pum!” Giuseppe even looked into the barrel, but how could anyone hide there?! Of course, there was no one there.
Coming up with a fairy tale is a creative task that develops children's speech, imagination, fantasy, and creative thinking. These tasks help the child create a fairy-tale world where he is the main character, developing in the child such qualities as kindness, courage, boldness, and patriotism.
By composing independently, the child develops these qualities. Our children really like to invent their own ideas. fairy tales, it brings them joy and pleasure. Fairy tales invented by children are very interesting and help to understand inner world your children, a lot of emotions, the invented characters seemed to come to us from another world, the world of childhood. The drawings for these essays look very funny. The page presents short fairy tales that schoolchildren came up with for the lesson. literary reading in 3rd grade. If the children cannot write a fairy tale themselves, then invite them to come up with the beginning, end or continuation of the fairy tale on their own.
A fairy tale should have:
- introduction (starter)
- main action
- denouement + epilogue (preferably)
- a fairy tale should teach something good
The presence of these components will give your creative work correct finished look. Please note that in the examples presented below, these components are not always present, and this serves as a basis for lowering the ratings.
Fight against an alien
In a certain city, in a certain country, there lived a president and a first lady. They had three sons - triplets: Vasya, Vanya and Roma. They were smart, brave and courageous, only Vasya and Vanya were irresponsible. One day, the city was attacked by an alien. And not a single army could cope. This alien destroyed houses at night. The brothers came up with an invisible drone. Vasya and Vanya were supposed to be on duty, but fell asleep. But Roma couldn’t sleep. And when the alien appeared, he began to fight it. It turned out to be not so simple. The plane was shot down. Roma woke up the brothers, and they helped him control the smoking drone. And together they defeated the alien. (Kamenkov Makar)
How the ladybug got dots.
Once upon a time there lived an artist. And one day he came up with the idea of drawing a fairy-tale picture about the life of insects. He drew and drew, and suddenly he saw a ladybug. She didn't seem very beautiful to him. And he decided to change the color of the back, the ladybug looked strange. I changed the color of the head, it looked strange again. And when I painted spots on the back, it became beautiful. And he liked it so much that he drew 5-6 pieces at once. The artist’s painting was hung in the museum for everyone to admire. And ladybugs still have dots on their backs. When other insects ask: "Why do you have ladybugs dots on their backs?" They answer: “It was the artist who painted us” (Surzhikova Maria)
Fear has big eyes
There lived a grandmother and granddaughter. Every day they went for water. The grandmother had large bottles, the granddaughter had smaller ones. One day our water carriers went to fetch water. They got some water and are walking home through the area. They walk and see an apple tree, and under the apple tree there is a cat. The wind blew and the apple fell on the cat's forehead. The cat got scared and ran right under our water carriers’ feet. They got scared, threw the bottles and ran home. The grandmother fell on the bench, the granddaughter hid behind her grandmother. The cat ran scared and barely ran away. It’s true what they say: “Fear has big eyes—what they don’t have, they see.”
Snowflake
Once upon a time there lived a king, and he had a daughter. She was called Snowflake because she was made of snow and melted in the sun. But despite this, her heart was not very kind. The king did not have a wife and he said to the snowflake: “Now you will grow up and who will take care of me?” The snowflake saw the suffering of the king-father and offered to find him a wife. The king agreed. After some time, the king found himself a wife, her name was Rosella. She was angry and jealous of her stepdaughter. Snowflake was friends with all the animals, since people were allowed to see her, because the king was afraid that people might harm his beloved daughter.
Every day Snowflake grew and blossomed, and the stepmother figured out how to get rid of her. Rosella learned Snowflake’s secret and decided to destroy her at all costs. She called Snowflake to her and said: “My daughter, I am very sick and only the decoction that my sister cooks will help me, but she lives very far away.” Snowflake agreed to help her stepmother.
The girl set off in the evening, found where Rosella’s sister lived, took the broth from her and hurried on the way back. But dawn began and she turned into a puddle. Where the Snowflake melted, a beautiful flower grew. Rosella told the king that she had let Snowflake go to look at White light, but she never returned. The king was upset and waited days and nights for his daughter.
A girl was walking in the forest where a fairy flower grew. She took the flower home, began to look after it and talk to it. One spring day, a flower blossomed and a girl grew out of it. This girl turned out to be Snowflake. She went with her savior to the palace of the unfortunate king and told everything to the priest. The king became angry with Rosella and kicked her out. And he recognized his daughter’s savior as his second daughter. And they have lived together very happily ever since. (Veronica)
Magical forest
Once upon a time there lived a boy named Vova. One day he went into the forest. The forest turned out to be magical, like in a fairy tale. Dinosaurs lived there. Vova was walking and saw frogs in the clearing. They danced and sang. Suddenly a dinosaur came. He was clumsy and big, and he also began to dance. Vova laughed and so did the trees. That was the adventure with Vova. (Boltnova Victoria)
The Tale of the Good Hare
Once upon a time there lived a hare and a hare. They huddled in a small dilapidated hut at the edge of the forest. One day the hare went to pick mushrooms and berries. I collected a whole bag of mushrooms and a basket of berries.
He is walking home and meets a hedgehog. “What are you talking about, hare?” - asks the hedgehog. “Mushrooms and berries,” answers the hare. And he treated the hedgehog to mushrooms. He went further. A squirrel jumps towards me. The squirrel saw berries and said: “Give me a bunny of berries, I’ll give them to my squirrels.” The hare treated the squirrel and moved on. A bear is coming towards you. He gave the bear some mushrooms to taste and continued on his way.
A fox is coming. “Give me your harvest!” The hare grabbed a bag of mushrooms and a basket of berries and ran away from the fox. The fox was offended by the hare and decided to take revenge on him. She ran ahead of the hare to his hut and destroyed it.
The hare comes home, but there is no hut. Only the hare sits and cries bitter tears. The local animals learned about the hare's misfortune and came to help him build a new home. And the house turned out a hundred times better than before. And then they got bunnies. And they began to live their lives and receive forest friends as guests.
Magic wand
Once upon a time there lived three brothers. Two strong and a weak one. The strong ones were lazy, and the third was hardworking. They went into the forest to pick mushrooms and got lost. The brothers saw the palace all made of gold, went inside, and there were untold riches. The first brother took a sword made of gold. The second brother took an iron club. The third took a magic wand. The Serpent Gorynych appeared out of nowhere. One with a sword, the other with a club, but Zmey Gorynych doesn’t take anything. Only the third brother waved his wand, and instead of the kite there was a boar, which ran away. The brothers returned home and have been helping their weak brother ever since.
Bunny
Once upon a time there lived a little bunny. And one day a fox stole him and carried him far away, far away. She put him in prison and locked him. The poor bunny sits and thinks: “How to escape?” And suddenly he sees stars falling from the small window, and a little fairy squirrel appears. And she told him to wait until the fox fell asleep and get the key. The fairy gave him a package and told him to open it only at night.
Night has come. The bunny untied the package and saw a fishing rod. He took it, stuck it through the window, and swung it. The hook hit the key. The bunny pulled and took the key. He opened the door and ran home. And the fox looked for him and looked for him, but never found him.
Tale about the king
In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived a king and a queen. And they had three sons: Vanya, Vasya and Peter. One fine day the brothers were walking in the garden. In the evening they came home. The king and queen meet them at the gate and say: “Robbers have attacked our land. Take the troops and drive them out of our land.” And the brothers went and began to look for the robbers.
For three days and three nights they rode without rest. On the fourth day, a heated battle is seen near one village. The brothers galloped to the rescue. There was a battle from early morning until late evening. Many people died on the battlefield, but the brothers won.
They returned home. The king and queen rejoiced at the victory, the king was proud of his sons and threw a feast for the whole world. And I was there, and I drank honey. It flowed down my mustache, but didn’t get into my mouth.
Magic fish
Once upon a time there lived a boy, Petya. Once he went fishing. The first time he cast his fishing rod, he caught nothing. The second time he cast his fishing rod and again did not catch anything. The third time he cast his fishing rod and caught a goldfish. Petya brought it home and put it in a jar. I began to make imaginary fairy-tale wishes:
Fish - fish I want to learn mathematics. 
Okay, Petya, I'll do the math for you.
Rybka - Rybka I want to learn Russian.
Okay, Petya, I'll do Russian for you.
And the boy made a third wish:
I want to become a scientist
The fish said nothing, just splashed its tail in the water and disappeared into the waves forever.
If you don’t study and don’t work, you can’t become a scientist.
Magical girl
Once upon a time there lived a girl - the Sun. And she was called the Sun because she smiled. The sun began to travel across Africa. She felt thirsty. When she said these words, a large bucket of cool water suddenly appeared. The girl drank some water, and the water was golden. And the Sun became strong, healthy and happy. And when things were difficult for her in life, those difficulties went away. And the girl realized about her magic. She wished for toys, but it didn’t come true. The Sun began to act up and the magic disappeared. It is true what they say: “If you want a lot, you will get little.”
Tale about kittens
Once upon a time there lived a cat and a cat, and they had three kittens. The eldest was called Barsik, the middle one was Murzik, and the youngest was Ryzhik. One day they went for a walk and saw a frog. The kittens chased after her. The frog jumped into the bushes and disappeared. Ryzhik asked Barsik:
Who is it?
“I don’t know,” Barsik answered.
Let's catch him, Murzik suggested.
And the kittens climbed into the bushes, but the frog was no longer there. They went home to tell their mother about it. The mother cat listened to them and said that it was a frog. So the kittens found out what kind of animal it was.
Hare thief
One day a hare ran past a vegetable garden where carrots and cabbage grew. The hare snuck into the garden and began to pick vegetables. He did this every day. But one day the owner of the garden caught him and punished him.
You can't do anything without thinking first.
Lesson-game “Your own game”.
Subject: Gianni Rodari. "Tales on the phone."
Objectives: to introduce students to the life and work of J. Rodari; show the originality of the genre of fairy tales by J. Rodari; develop text analysis skills.
Equipment: book exhibition
During the classes
1. Organizational moment.
Divided into three teams. Familiarity with the conditions and rules of the game.
2. The teacher’s word about Gianni Rodari.
Children's poet and writer J. Rodari (1920-1980) became famous in our country earlier than in his homeland, thanks to the excellent translations of S.Ya. Marshak.
Childhood. He was born in the small Italian town of Omegna, where “oranges and lemons and olives and so on ripen.” His life was not at all easy. Gianni's father was a baker, and the boy learned early what crafts smell like. Both he and his brothers needed to help their father. After the death of their father, the family moved in search of work to the city of Varese, where the mother managed to find a position as a servant in a rich house.
Studies. Gianni Rodari realized that the only way to get out of poverty and help his family is through study and education: they can provide decent work and better life. He first studied at the theological seminary, and then at the university.
Job. Teacher. In his youth he worked as a teacher primary classes, was very friendly with children and came up with fun games for them.
Journalist. Then he became a journalist and ran a page for children in the newspaper. One day a letter came to the editor from a woman. “I live in a dark and damp basement,” she wrote. – My boy is growing up in this basement, his name is Ciccio. Write a poem for him." This is how the poem “Ciccio” appeared.
Ciccio lives in the basement near the trash heap,
Sleeping on a creaky, rickety cot,
A lame table and a stool -
There is no more furniture in the basement...
There are gardens and glades on earth,
The fountains scatter thousands of splashes.
In a dark basement there is always a wall
Water flows in a slow trickle.
Since then, J. Rodari began writing poems and fairy tales for children in the “Children's Corner” of his newspaper.
Creation. This is what he tells about the beginning of his creative path the writer himself: “Several years have passed since I stopped teaching, but, picking up the pen, I imagined that the eyes of my students were fixed on me, that they were waiting for a fairy tale from me
or funny stories... So I started writing so-called “filastrokke”, or “nonsense” stories for kids. The form of these poems is taken from Italian children's folklore."
J. Rodari wrote a lot of funny, easy-to-remember poems about the lives of children, their worries and dreams, he came up with nonsense, counting rhymes, lullabies and, of course, fairy tales. The most famous of them is the fairy tale “The Adventures of Cipollino”, then “The Journey of the Blue Arrow”, “Gelsomino in the Land of Liars”, “Tales on the Phone”, “Cake in the Sky”.
In 1970, the writer was awarded the International Hans Christian Andersen Prize for his instructive and joyful fairy tales and poems for children.
“Tales on the Phone” are especially poetic, in which folklore motifs sound, wittily combined with modern reality. Mocking fairy tales warn children against idleness and arrogance, gluttony and rudeness, and teach them to be attentive to people, kind and fair.
3. Progress of the game.
Students of three teams take turns choosing a fairy tale by J. Rodari from the collection “Tales by Telephone” and the cost of the question. The answer begins with the team that is ready to go forward. If the answer is correct, the team receives as many points as it was rated. If an incorrect answer is given, no points are counted, and the right to answer this question passes to the next team.
The following sectors are found in the game:
1) “Pig in a poke”: the question is transferred to the other team.
2) “Own game”: if the answer is correct, the entire amount of points is doubled.
The team with the most points wins.
"Tonino the Invisible"
"War of the Bells"
Pause “This is interesting!”
"Inside Out Questions"
2. The invisible boy.
5. Old Proverb always...
"Tonino the Invisible"
10b. Why did Tonino wish
become invisible?
20b. What kind of “fun” did you come up with?
Is Tonino happy?
30b. Why is the boy soon
I'm tired of being invisible
and he regretted his desire?
40b. "My own game". Who noticed
crying Tonino in the courtyard?
50b. What did Tonino do again?
visible?
"The Man Who Wanted to Steal the Colosseum"
10b. Why one person
wanted to steal the Colosseum?
20b. Where did he put the stones?
stolen from the Colosseum?
30b. "Pig in a poke."
Has the Colosseum gotten smaller over the years?
40b. Where did you decide to spend
the last minutes of my life
the man who wanted to steal
Coliseum?
50b. What discovery did you make?
an old man before his death,
hostile commanders-in-chief
sides in the war,
erupted into life and death?
20b. Why did you order
commanders-in-chief remove
all the bells in their countries and melt them?
30b. What happened after the cannons cast from the bells were fired?
40b. What were the bells ringing on all sides?
50b. Where were the bells heard?
"About the Mouse Who Ate Cats"
10b. Why everything I ate
library mouse
(cat, dog, rhinoceros, elephant, etc.),
did it taste like paper and smell like ink?
20b. What did the mouse reproach for?
your nephews?
30b. "My own game". Why
it fell into the cat's paws
library mouse, not her nephews?
40b. What did the cat teach the library mouse?
50b. "Pig in a poke." How did it work?
Mice escape from the cat's claws?
"Inside Out Questions"
10b. Why to the questions of the inquisitive
boy, no one managed to answer?
20b. "My own game". Why why?
retired from people to the top of a mountain?
30b. What is the opposite question why?
came up with it when I got old
and he grew a beard?
40b. Where did you write your
questions why?
50b. What discovery did you make?
life scientist
why after his death?
Pause. Crossword “Tales by phone”
1. What has grown from the endless inside-out questions?
2. The invisible boy.
4. What did the cats and dogs eaten by the library mouse taste like?
5. Old Proverb always...
6.To whom did the Old Proverb whisper: “Your work is a sure win,” and he lost?
Preview:
"Tonino the Invisible"
10b. Why did Tonino wish to become invisible? (Tonino had not learned his lessons and was afraid that he would not be asked)
20b. What kind of “fun” did Tonino come up with to celebrate? (He rushed around the classroom, pulled his comrades’ hair, knocked over inkwells, so he quarreled with all the children, stole sweets from a candy store, rode a trolleybus for free)
30b. Why did the boy soon get bored of being invisible and regret his desire? (No one paid attention to Tonino, he felt lonely and unwanted)
40b. "My own game". Who noticed Tonino crying in the courtyard of the house? (Lonely old man)
50b. What made Tonino visible again? (Compassion and attention to a lonely person)
"The Man Who Wanted to Steal the Colosseum"
10b. Why did one man want to steal the Colosseum? (He wanted the entire Colosseum to belong only to him)
20b. Where did he put the stones stolen from the Colosseum? (In the basement, in the attic, under the sofa, behind the closet, in the dirty laundry basket, filled the entire apartment)
30b. "Pig in a poke." Has the Colosseum gotten smaller over the years? (The Colosseum still stood in its place)
40b. Where did the man who wanted to steal the Colosseum decide to spend the last minutes of his life? (On the upper terrace of the Colosseum)
50b. What discovery did the old man make before his death when he heard the child’s voice: “Mine!”? (The Colosseum cannot belong to one person, it is the common property of all people)
"War of the Bells"
10b. "My own game". What were the names of the commanders-in-chief of the hostile sides in a war that broke out to the death? (On the spot Colonel Bombasto Palbasto Shatter-and-Basta, Ober-Beysehmeister von Bombach Palbach Shatter-you-to-dust)
20b. Why did the commanders-in-chief order to remove all the bells in their countries and melt them? (Cast a huge cannon to win the war in one shot)
30b. What happened after the cannons cast from the bells were fired? (The festive ringing of bells flew and floated)
40b. What were the bells ringing on all sides? (The holiday has arrived! The world has arrived!)
50b. Where were the bells heard? (There is no corner left on the whole earth, neither on land nor in the ocean, where the ringing of bells could not be heard)
"About the Mouse Who Ate Cats"
10b. Why did everything that the library mouse ate (cat, dog, rhinoceros, elephant, etc.) taste like paper and taste like ink? (The mouse was gnawing on picture books)
20b. What did the mouse reproach his nephews for? (The fact is that they are ignorant, do not know life, do not know how to read)
30b. "My own game". Why did the library mouse fall into the cat’s paws, and not her nephews? (She does not have life experience, she lived her whole life in the library and never saw a real cat)
40b. What did the cat teach the library mouse? (In addition to book wisdom, there is also worldly wisdom)
50b. "Pig in a poke." How did the mouse manage to escape from the cat's claws? (She acquired worldly wisdom, while the cat averted his eyes, the mouse hid between the books)
"Inside Out Questions"
10b. Why couldn’t anyone answer the inquisitive boy’s questions? (These were questions backwards, or inside out)
20b. "My own game". Why did he go away from the people to the top of the mountain? (No one could answer his questions, and he retired to come up with questions alone)
30b. What question, on the contrary, why did he come up with when he got old and grew a beard? (Why does a beard have a face?)
40b. Where did you write down your why questions? (In notebook)
50b. What discovery did the scientist make when he studied the life of why after his death? (Since childhood, Pochemuchka has been accustomed to putting on his stockings inside out and has been wearing them this way all his life, which is why he has not learned to ask the right questions)