Svyatoslav LOGINOV
GROWL
In the apartment on the ninth floor, in the room
those on the sunny side once upon a time
two brothers: Dimka and Deniska. Still in the room
there lived a heap of toys that were lying on
table, and under the table, and on the sofa, and on-
lu, and, in general, anywhere. And under the sofa
Roarling was hiding. Nobody saw him, but
everyone was afraid. The growl sat quietly, never
you couldn't hear him, and that made him feel
even scarier.
The brothers lived alone - my mother went to a neighbor's
Why talk on the phone for a long time and dad is at home?
there wasn’t, because he was reading a newspaper in his chair
Tal. When you live alone, you need to carry something
busy to do. The boys skittles parted
They started hitting them with balls. Who is more
beats - that general. Who's lucky?
knock out the main pin, which is large
head, he is immediately a king.
Deniska counts loudly, but not very much
correct: “One, two, seven, five!..” -
that's why Dima always turns out to be a general.
Well, the one who has the hand becomes the king
firmer and a more accurate eye.
The brothers are rolling balls, and Growling under the di-
Vanom sits silently, peeking. Dislike-
but, of course, just take it from Rychal,
since it is like that.
Dimka launched the first ball, he is between
the pin spun, hit the fallen one and
rolled under the sofa into the darkness. Denis is yours
threw the ball and hit him right on the head
left-handed pin. The pin jumped under
sofa straightto Rychala. And the ball behind her. Doig-
fought! Now Rychalo will knock down the pins
- he has both balls, and the king pin...
same with him.
“You’re to blame,” said Dimka, “here
and crawl under the sofa for the skittles.
“It’s your own fault,” Deniska answers.
- You rolled the first ball.
- And you are a king pin!
- And I’m a king, kings don’t sit under the sofa
crawling!
- And I’m a general, generals aren’t half-
zayut.
What to do? Everything growled under itself
raked up and sits contentedly.
“Come on,” Dima suggests, “with a stick.”
we'll get it.
- Let's! Only a hidden stick, her
Dad took it away so we wouldn't fight.
- Well, then with a broom.
The boys went to the kitchen and brought
two brooms. One new one - wide, with a shovel,
and the second is an old stub. We went to the sofa.
Deniska looked under the sofa. It was dark there, not
what is not visible, the growl hid, as if
there is none.
- What if he growls? - Denis asks -
ka.
- It’s okay, we’ll broom him.
They began to poke brooms into the darkness. There
something rolls around, but doesn’t roll out
- The roar won’t let me in. The brothers are getting deeper and deeper
they climb on the sofa, wave brooms, each other
encourage:
- There it ran!
- And drags the pin!
- Give back the pin, they tell you!
- Dima, what if it growls?..
- Hit with a broom! Here you go!
Finally, the brothers came out into the light and
dragged behind them both balls, a pin, a blue one
plastic pelican, parts fromconstruction set, an apple core and pieces of paper from
sweets And something else gray, like it’s fluffy
cotton wool
“Look,” Dima whispers, “growler.”
wool...
- It was I who smashed him with a broom!
- No, I just tore off the fur. And the very
The growl ran away, now it sits naked and angry
Xia.
- Why are there sweets there? - asked De-
Niska and looked at Dimka with suspicion.
- It was all Growling. You know it at night
how he snoops around all the rooms, and into the kitchen.
And he gets into the refrigerator.
“And he eats jam,” Deniska added.
because I remembered how much he liked the jam
horrible.
“Exactly,” agreed the older brother. -
It growled and the jam could be gobbled up. You only
don't tell mom. Let's get the wool back
We'll hide it under the sofa.
- Come on!..
But then mom returned. First she
gasped because she saw shirts that
For some reason, after the sofa they became gray -
mi, and then I noticed litter and brooms and
happened:
- There’s no way you were sweeping the floor without me!
Finally the wait - the assistants are growing up -
yut,” and looked at dad.
But dad still didn’t hear anything.
He read the newspaper so much that he didn't even watch the TV.
I haven't heard.
And Deniska suddenly, out of nowhere
admitted:
“We drove Rychalu,” and added that-
I would like to reassure my mother: - But he’s not at home.
it was. Don't be afraid if it comes back again -
Well, we'll bomb it again with brooms.
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