Adventure One: Bibigon and Brundulak

I live in a dacha in Peredelkino. It's not far from Moscow. Together with me lives a tiny midget, a boy with a finger, whose name is Bibigon. Where he came from, I don't know. He says he fell off the moon. Both me and my granddaughters Tata and Lena - we all love him very much. And how, tell me, not to love him!

He is thin, Like a twig, He is small Lilliputian. Growth, poor fellow, not taller than That kind of little mouse. And every crow Joking can destroy Bibigon. And he, look, what a fighting one: Fearlessly and boldly rushes into battle. With all, with all He is ready to fight And he is never afraid of anyone. He is cheerful and dexterous, He is small, but daring, I have never seen such Other One. Look: he rides a duckling With my young cock in a race. And suddenly in front of him is his mad enemy, the Huge and formidable turkey Brunduliak. And the turkey shouted: - Brundul Yu! Brundul Yu! Now I will ruin you, crush you! And it seemed to everyone that at this moment Mortal death Threatens the midget. But he shouted to the turkey At a gallop: - Now I will cut off Your evil head! And, swinging his sword with his battle, He rushed to the turkey with an arrow. And a miracle happened: a huge turkey, Like a wet chicken, shrank suddenly, Backed away to the forest, caught on a stump And fell head down into the ditch. And everyone shouted: - Long live he, Mighty and brave Fighter Bibigon! But only a few days passed, and Brunduliak again appeared in our yard - pouty, angry and angry. It was terrible to look at him. He's so huge and strong. Was he going to kill Bibigon?

Seeing him, Bibigon quickly climbed onto my shoulder and said:

Look there: there is a turkey And looks fiercely around. But don't believe your eyes - He's not a turkey. On the ground to us He went down here secretly And pretended to be a turkey. He is an evil sorcerer, he is a sorcerer! He can turn people into mice, into frogs, into spiders, And into lizards, and into worms! “No,” I said. “He’s not a sorcerer at all. He is the most ordinary turkey!

Bibigon shook his head.

No, he's a sorcerer! Like me, And he was born on the moon. Yes, on the moon, and for many years he prowls after me. And he wants to turn me into a bug or an ant. But no, insidious Brundulak! There is no way you can handle me! I will save with my valiant sword All enchanted people From evil destruction I will take off your head! That's how kind and fearless he is - my little Bibigon!

Adventure Two: Bibigon and Galosh

Oh, if you only knew what a tomboy and prankster he is!

Today I saw my galosh And dragged it straight to the stream. And he jumped into it, and sings: "Forward, my boat, forward!" And the hero did not notice that the galosh was with a hole: He just set off, As he already began to sink. He screams and cries and groans, And the galosh keeps sinking and sinking. Cold and pale He lies at the bottom. His cocked hat Floats on the wave. But who is that grunting there by the brook? This is our beloved pig! She grabbed the little man And brought to us on the porch. And my granddaughters almost lost their minds, When the fugitive was seen in the distance: - This is it, this is it, Bibigon! They kiss him and caress him, As if their own son, And, having laid him on the bed, They begin to hum to him: "Baiushki-bye, Bibigon! Sleep-fall asleep, Bibigon!" And he, as if nothing had happened, Suddenly threw off the blanket And, dashingly jumping on the chest of drawers, Sings a boastful song: "I am a famous captain, And I am not afraid of a hurricane! Yesterday I was in Australia, Then I went further And near Cape Barnaul I killed fourteen sharks! " What can you do with such a braggart! I wanted to tell him that it was a shame to brag, but at the same moment he rushed into the yard - to new adventures and pranks.

Adventure Three: Bibigon and the Spider

He will not sit still for a minute,

It will run after the rooster, And sit astride it. That with frogs in the garden All day playing leapfrog. That runs off to the garden, Picks up small peas And well, shoot stealthily At a huge spider. The spider was silent, the spider endured, But at last he became furious, And now, to the very ceiling, He dragged Bibigon away. And with his cobweb So he wrapped him, the villain, That he hung on a thread, Like a fly, with his head down. Bibigon screams And torns, And he fights in the web. And right into the bowl of milk Flies from there somersaults. Trouble! Trouble! There is no escape! He will die in the prime of life! But then from a dark corner the Big Toad crawled And gave him a paw, As if to his Brother. And Bibigon laughed, And at the same moment He rushed To the neighboring yard to the hayloft And there he danced all evening With some gray-haired rat And a young sparrow. And after supper he left To play football with mice And, returning at dawn, He fell asleep in the dog kennel. Adventure four: Bibigon and the crow

Once Bibigon saw that the evil crow had caught a young gosling and wanted to take it to its nest. He grabbed a stone and threw it at the crow. The crow got scared, threw the gosling and flew away. The goose remained alive.

But three days have passed -

And the crow came down From the heights, And grabbed Bibigon By the pants. He does not give up without a fight, Bibigon! And Bibigon kicks and breaks! But from the black Crow's Nest He will not leave, He will never be saved. And in the nest - Look, what Ugly and evil Eighteen ravens, Like dashing robbers, They want to destroy him. Eighteen raves They look at the unfortunate man, Smirk, and Know themselves they hammer him with their noses! And suddenly there was a loud cry: - Aha, got caught, Mischievous! That is the evil voice of Brundulyak. And he is happy and happy Brunduliak: - Now, you stupid bully, You will not be saved in any way! But at that very minute Lena ran up to the threshold And right into the hands of a midget Someone threw a flower. That is a lily! “Thanks to Lena For this wonderful parachute!” And right to Lena's knees, a midget jumped courageously. But now he jumped off her knees and, as if nothing had happened, rushed from the yard to his friends. And he has many friends everywhere - in the field, and in the swamp, and in the forest, and in the garden. Everyone loves the daredevil Bibigon: hedgehogs, rabbits, magpies, frogs. Yesterday two little squirrels played with him all day and danced endlessly At the starling's birthday. And now he, as if in a tank, Rushed through the yard in a tin And rushed into an unequal battle With my pockmarked chicken. And what about Brunduliak? Brunduliak is up to something unkind. He stands right there, nearby, under a tree and thinks how to destroy Bibigon. He must really be an evil sorcerer.

Yes Yes! He is a sorcerer! He is a wizard! - says Bibigon and points to a shaggy dog ​​running along the street at that moment:

Look there: Watchdog is running. Do you think it's a dog? No, this is old Agathon, your village postman. Until recently, He came to every house with a newspaper or a letter, but once the Sorcerer said: "Kara-baraz". And suddenly - lo and behold! - at that very moment the old man became a watchdog. “Poor Agathon,” I say with a sigh. “I remember him well. He had such a big mustache!

And Bibigon sits on my shoulder and points to the neighboring dacha:

Look there, Fedot is standing And driving the toad from the gate, And meanwhile, even in the spring She was his wife. “But why aren't you afraid of the villain?” My granddaughters ask Bibigon. “After all, he can enchant you too.

That is why I am not afraid that I am brave! - answers Bibigon and laughs. - No sorcerers are afraid of a brave one! ..

Adventure Five: Bibigon and the Bee

Yes, yes, I am fearless, I am brave, ”repeats Bibigon proudly. And then he waves his saber and, jumping on the duck, sings:

I am the famous captain! And I'm not afraid of a hurricane! And he rushes to the swamp and demands that, seeing him, all the frogs shout "hurray."

Of course, I don't like this. I hate braggart. But how can I explain to him that it's embarrassing to brag? However, the other day such an event happened, which should teach the braggart a lesson:

Bibigon was sitting on my table, And he boasted of strength and courage: - Well, do I fear the Mighty Beasts! I am any beast Stronger and braver! The club-toed bear trembles before me. Where can a bear overcome Me! Such a crocodile has not yet been born, Who would have defeated Me in battle! With this hand to the Fierce lion I will tear off the shaggy head! But then the Shaggy Bee flew in ... - Save me! - he cried. Trouble! Help! - And from her, As from a dire wolf, All dived into the inkwell with his head. Thank you, old woman Fedosya. Grabbed him by the hair. Would the poor fellow kaput - Farewell forever midget! But if you knew, What an ugly, Trembling, and wet, And pitiful and dirty, Disheveled, barely alive, He then appeared before me! We grabbed him and run O m for an apartment To the very old man Moidodyr. All day Moidodyr cleaned and washed it, But he did not wash it off, did not wash off this black ink! However, my granddaughters do not grieve, Bibigon, as before, kiss. - Well, - they say - nothing! We love him, too! And he is perhaps more dear to us. Now that he is black, he looks like a cute negro. Yes, and he is not discouraged, Runs out on the porch And interprets the kids, That walks in the yard: - I wandered around the Caucasus, I swam in the Black Sea, Black Sea is black, Everything is full of ink! I redeemed - and since it became like coal, blacks, so I also envied me on the moon. “Why are you talking about the Moon, Bibigon?” Tata and Lena asked him.

Because the moon is my homeland.

The granddaughters laughed:

What nonsense!

He looked at them and proudly said:

Yes, I was born on the moon, here I fell in a dream. At home, my name is Count Bibigon de Lilliput. Oh, if I could return to my native land! “Why do you need to fly to the moon?” Tata and Lena asked him.

He was silent for a long time, and then pointed to the moon and sighed:

There, on the moon, my sister! She is beautiful and kind. What happiness it was for me to frolic with her on the moon! There she has a wonderful garden, Where the stars, like grapes, Hang in such bunches, That involuntarily on the move No, no, and you will pick a star. Oh, if I could quickly Return to heaven to her, And with her along the Milky Way, As if across a field, go. And take a walk in her garden, Tearing off the stars on the go, And, holding hands, together Fly to Earth, to this house, To you, in Peredelkino, here, And here to stay forever! “Is it really true?” I exclaimed. “Is it possible that you have a sister left there on the moon?

He sighed even more sadly and said quietly:

My dear Cincinela Sits and cries on the moon. For a long time she wanted to fly to Earth to me. But a terrible And disgusting dragon guards her, And he will not let his unfortunate captive To earth he will not let go. But the hour will come: with a bold hand I will take off the enemy's head! I will save my dear Cincinela from the monster. Adventure Six: A Wonderful Flight

Frankly, I did not believe him and even laughed at him. But several days passed, and recently, on June 7, the following event happened to Bibigon:

Bibigon sat Under a big burdock And argued about something With my cock. When suddenly a dragonfly flew into our garden And instantly caught his eye. And he shouted: - This is my plane! Now I am going on a big flight. From Africa I will fly to Paraguay, Then I will visit my beloved moon. Three miracles I will bring you from there! ”“ And he is a resident dragonfly on the fly! Look! Look! He flies over the tree And cheerfully waves his cocked hat! - Farewell, - he shouts, - In an open battle I will kill an evil dragon, Like a fly, I will kill! And we shouted: - Where are you going? Wait! - But we only echo Answered "oh!". And there is no Bibigon! He disappeared, disappeared! As if melted Among the blue skies! And his house remains empty - A toy house, so cozy - Which we made with our own hands: With a toy bathroom, with a cardboard stove ... Will it really be empty forever? Now in this house is the Aglaya doll, But the Aglaya doll is not alive! She is not alive, her heart does not beat, She does not sing, does not play pranks, does not laugh! And our Bibigosha, though he is mischievous, But he is a man, he is alive, alive. And the inconsolable granddaughters look into the sky, And, dropping a tear behind a tear, Everyone is waiting to see if they will see there, near a cloud, A dragonfly flying towards them. And the Moon rose over the lilac bushes, And Tata sadly whispered to Elena: - Look, or is it imagining to me? As if he was there on the moon! - He's there on the moon! He returned there And bade farewell to our Earth forever! - And for a long time the poor things stand at the porch And look, and look through binoculars, And their tears are rolling endlessly, Their binoculars got wet from tears. Suddenly they see - Striped Kibitochka Cat and t. The horned snail sits in the wagon. Carry her nimble mustachioed beetles And black-black Night moths. Green grasshoppers Follow her in a row And in gilded pipes They trumpet incessantly. Cat and t-kat and t wagon, And right on the porch Merry snail Throws a letter. In anxiety and sadness We ran up to the letter And began to read. When they read, Forgot all the sorrows And began to laugh. Only four lines On a linden leaf Bibigon writes to Us: "Yesterday, behind a black cloud, by My mighty hand, the Dragon Karakkakon was fought and defeated! To celebrate the victory I will come to you on Wednesday. Accept my bow! Your faithful BIBIGON." And the granddaughters are happy: - We will wash Him again, dress Him, pamper Him! He is alive and well, He will return here, And we will never part with him! We are looking forward to our welcome guest! And we clean, and we clean the toy house. In the toy house - peace and comfort. How merrily the midget will heal here. Old woman Fedosya bakes pies from white flour for Him, Bibigon. And Tata and Lena took up a needle And sewed a new cocked hat for him. - Only sooner would he return, our Little Bibigon! From their multi-colored patches, Orange, blue and red, They sewed a lot of updates for him - Elegant vests, beautiful pants, Satin raincoats and camisoles! Oh, if only Bibigon would come back here! What a dandy he will dress up! But he didn’t come back, And there’s no Bibigon! Perhaps a crow had swallowed Him? Or maybe he Choked in water, In some lake Or pond? Perhaps He caught on a tree, Fell from an airplane And crashed to death? But once we stand in the rain And wait for Bibigon, And wait for him, wait ... Look, and he is on a dandelion, As on a small sofa, Sprawled and sits And talks with some unfamiliar Long-legged insect. From joy my granddaughters screamed And they ran to him in a race: - Where have you been, disappeared? Who did you fight with on the way? Tell me, why are you so Pale, tired, thin? Maybe you are not well? Shouldn't I call doctors to you? ”And for a long time they kissed him, caressed him, warmed him, And then timidly whispered:“ But where is your Tsintsinela? - My Cincinela! - said Bibigon, And, sighing heavily, he frowned. - She flew in with me today, But she hid, poor, in the thicket of the forest, And she would be glad to meet you, Yes, she is afraid of the wizard: Cruel and cunning gray-haired sorcerer, And he prepares bitter grief for her. But no, witchcraft will not help him. I, like a thunderstorm, will fly on him, And over his crafty head Again my battle sword will sparkle! And again Bibigon smiled wearily ... But lightning suddenly flashed in the clouds. Hurry home! We run in the rain And we carry Bibigon with us! Well, here we are at home! We treat both honey and tea to the Tired traveler! And he laughed: - I am glad That I came back to you: I love your dear family as my own. But now I am mortally tired, I fought with a fierce enemy, And I would like to rest a little Here at the window. He is very angry and strong, This damned dragon! And, falling into a chair, He yawned sweetly And fell asleep. Quiet! Let him sleep off! It's not good for us to wake him up! Tomorrow he will tell us about all his exploits.

The next day Bibigon brought Cincinela to us. Cincinela, a tiny girl who looks like a pink doll, warmly told us Hello and, seizing Bibigon by the arm, she jumped out of the window into the garden. Such a brave, desperate girl! She liked everything in the garden - flowers, butterflies, squirrels, starlings, fir cones, and even quick funny tadpoles that frolic so merrily in a warm puddle. Bibigon did not leave his sister a step. All day they ran around the garden and sang songs and laughed loudly. But suddenly Cincinela screamed - and all in tears ran to me: she saw in the distance, at the fence, her enemy Brunduliak.

How terrible he is! ”She repeated.“ What evil eyes he has! Save, save me from him! He wants to destroy me!

Do not cry, Cincinela, - said Bibigon. - I will not let you offend anyone. Today I will deal with the villain!

And Bibigon began to sharpen his saber, then loaded his pistols and, jumping on the duckling, sang:

Yes, for my beloved sister I will die with pleasure! ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... And now he flies into the attack Towards the evil Brundulak: - Die, damned sorcerer, From my valiant sword! But Brunduliak laughed And he says to the hero: - Oh, beware, Dear knight, Or turn into a bug, or a worm, Or into a dung beetle! After all, no one will be good when I begin to conjure! - And he pouted, Like a ball, And puffed, Like a samovar. And ten times, And twenty He repeated: "Kara-baraz!" But, not turned into a worm, Stands, as before, Bibigon. And Brunduliak was furious: - So wait, you daredevil! And again, and again, and again Magic he repeats the word - And fifty, and sixty, And eighty times in a row. And two hundred times, And three hundred times He says: "Kara-baraz!" But Bibigon stands before him, As before, safe and sound. Brunduliak saw that he could not enchant the daredevil, blinked his cowardly eyes, trembled, gurgled and whimpered: - Don't ruin me! Don't chop me down! Let go of me! And forgive me! But Bibigon laughed In response: - No mercy to you, the Hated One! Now in front of me And you whine, and you whine, And tomorrow you will turn me Into a worm! - And he thrust a sharp sword into him, And he struck him in the very heart. And the turkey collapsed. And from the fat body In the distant weeds, the head flew off. And the body rolled into a dark ravine, And the villain Brunduliak disappeared forever. And everyone laughed, sang, rejoiced. And everyone ran to my balcony: both boys and girls, and old men and old women, and they all shout loudly:

Long live the fearless hero Bibigon! Glory to him and his dear sister Cincinele!

And so, like a king, he dignifiedly Leaves on their balcony, Nods to them to the left and to the right And he smiles at everyone. A camisole made of green silk He is trimmed with silver, In his hand is a cocked hat With a wonderful peacock feather. And, flashing scarlet outfit, Mila, cheerful and kind, - Stands smiling next to His young sister. End

Cincinela settled with us, together with her brother, in a toy house, and, of course, we will all try to make her live well and freely. I bought for both of them, for Bibigon and his sister, wonderful picture books, and when it rains or snows, they both read them all day long, quickly running through each page - from letter to letter, from line to line.

And when the New Year comes, I will put my tiny friends well in the pocket of my warm fur coat, and we will go to the Kremlin for the Christmas tree. And I imagine how happy and happy the children will be when they see with their own eyes the living Bibigon and his cheerful smart sister, his sword, his triangular hat and hear his fervent speech.

But I ask all Moscow children in advance: when in the Kremlin, or in the Hall of Columns, or in the circus, or in the Obraztsov puppet theater, or in the House of Pioneers, or in the subway, or in the children's theater, you see Bibigon and Cincinela, do not grab them with your hands , do not caress, because you can inadvertently hurt them. And do not try to bother Bibigon. After all, he is a midget, a boy with a thumb, and if you somehow inadvertently squeeze him, he will remain a cripple for life.

And please don't tease him, don't laugh at him, because he is very touchy. If you say a rude word to him, he will get angry, draw his sword and attack you as enemies.

But if he feels that he and Cincinela are surrounded by friends, he will be happy to play and fool around with you, and then climb on the back of a high chair and until late in the evening will tell you about his wonderful adventures and exploits: about battles with the Karakula shark, about travel to the country of Talking Flowers, about the combat with the sea giant Kurynda and about many other adventures, about which more

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