A poem by Chukovsky K. I

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

He is thin

Like a twig

He is small

Lilliputik.

Height, poor fellow, no higher

Here's a little mouse.

And everyone can crow

Jokingly destroy Bibigon.

And he, look, what a warrior:

Fearlessly and boldly rushes into battle.

With all enemies

He is ready to fight

And never

Nobody is afraid.

He is cheerful and agile

He is small, but daring,

Another such

I have not seen a century.

Look: he rides on a duck

With my young rooster racing.

And suddenly in front of him is his mad enemy,

Huge and formidable turkey Brundulyak.

The turkey snorted, he puffed terribly

And his nose turned red with rage.

And the turkey shouted: - Brunduly! Brundu!

Now I will ruin you, crush you!

And everyone seemed

What is this minute

fatal doom

Threatens the Lilliputian.

But he shouted to the turkey

On the run:

I'll cut it off now

Your evil head!

And, waving his sword in battle,

He rushed at the turkey with an arrow.

And a miracle happened: a huge turkey,

Like a wet chicken, suddenly cringed

Moved back to the forest, caught on a stump

And fell headfirst into the ditch.

And they all shouted:

Long live he

Mighty and brave

Fighter Bibigon!

But only a few days passed, Brundulyak appeared in our yard again - puffed up, angry and angry. It was terrible to look at him. He is so big and strong. Will he kill Bibigon?

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

Look out: there is a turkey

And looks furiously around.

But don't believe your eyes,

He is not an Indian. On the ground to us

He went down here secretly

And he pretended to be a turkey.

He is an evil sorcerer, he is a sorcerer!

He can turn people

In mice, in frogs, in spiders,

And in lizards, and in worms!

No, - I said. - He is not a sorcerer at all. He is the most ordinary turkey!

Bibigon shook his head.

No, he's a wizard! Like me

And he was born on the moon.

Yes, on the moon, and for many years

He roars after me.

And wants to turn me

In a bug or an ant.

But no, insidious Brundulyak!

You can't deal with me!

I am my valiant sword

All bewitched people

Save me from evil death

And I'll take your head off!

That's how kind and fearless he is - my little Bibigon!

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

I saw my galosh today

And dragged her straight to the stream.

And jumped into it, and sings:

"Go, my boat, go!"

And the hero did not notice

That the galosh was with a hole:

He just started on his way

As it 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

Floating on the wave.

But who is that grunting there by the stream?

This is our favorite pig!

She grabbed the man

And she brought it to us on the porch.

And my granddaughters almost went crazy,

When the fugitive was seen in the distance:

It's him, it's him

Kiss him and caress him

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Adventure one: Bibigon and Brundulyak

I live in a dacha in Peredelkino. It's not far from Moscow. A tiny midget lives with me, a boy the size of a finger, whose name is Bibigon. Where he came from, I don't know. He says he fell off the moon. Both I 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
Lilliputik.
Height, poor fellow, no higher
Here's a little mouse.
And everyone can crow
Jokingly destroy Bibigon.
And he, look, what a warrior:
Fearlessly and boldly rushes into battle.
With everyone, with everyone
He is ready to fight
And never
no one
Not afraid.

He is cheerful and agile
He is small, but daring,
Another
Such
I have not seen a century.

Look: he rides on a duck
With my young rooster racing.

And suddenly in front of him is his mad enemy,
Huge and formidable turkey Brundulyak.

The turkey snorted, he panted terribly,
And his nose turned red with rage.

And the turkey shouted: - Brunduly! Brundu!
Now I will ruin you, crush you!
And everyone seemed
What is this minute
fatal doom
Threatens the Lilliputian.

But he shouted to the turkey
On the run:
- I'll cut it off now
Your evil head!
And, waving his sword in battle,
He rushed at the turkey with an arrow.
And a miracle happened: a huge turkey,
Like a wet chicken, suddenly cringed

Walked back to the forest
Caught on a stump
And upside down
Fell into a ditch.
And they all shouted:
- Long live he,
Mighty and brave
Fighter Bibigon!

Every child is a poet. He sees the world in his own way, he hears how toys, things and animals talk, how plaintively the first snow creaks under the sleigh and what the wind sings. That's why children's poetry is special. Poems come into a child's life as kind, cheerful, mockingly benevolent friends, they grow with him, opening up a vast world of human feelings and thoughts. And if a real greater poet comes to children's poetry, his work acquires a long and joyful life. His poetry continues to live even after the child who first heard and memorized his poems becomes an adult.
Such a poet for several generations of children was Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky, one of the creators of modern children's poetry.
The first works of Chukovsky appeared at the beginning of the century. And immediately became loved and popular. His poems have lived for more than half a century, and they are destined for a long life. They have become classics, gained fame in almost all parts of the world. English, French, Polish, Yugoslav guys learned about "the adventures of Bibigon, about which NO ONE NEVER HEARD ANYTHING ..." Cheerful Runaway Bunny and brave Mosquito the winner, bloodthirsty and cowardly Barmaley and kind doctor Aibolit, Karakula shark and Crocodile Krokodilovich - all these heroes of Chukovsky's fairy tales live in retelling, dramatizations, film adaptations, in operas and ballet numbers. Fairy tales, rhymes, rhymes, "shifters", teasers and riddles created by the poet began to exist independently, enriched by children's word creation, "continuations" and imitations.
The mischievous, impetuous or funny, fabulously slow rhythm of poetry, the sharpness and unexpectedness of fiction, the sparkling fantasticness of the plots, and, most importantly, the kindness and poetry of the spiritual mood - with all this, Chukovsky's poetry won a million-strong audience.
A precious ability, without which, according to the poet, "and a man is not a man", the ability to believe, be upset, sympathize and empathize with the heroes of a fairy tale, poem and even a riddle, inherent in children, finds support and approval in this poetry. Laughing, children learn to live, think and feel. And this is a lot, this is all for the poet and for his readers. Chukovsky himself defined the goal of the storyteller in this way - "to educate humanity in a child."
And when children, impatiently waiting for Dr. Aibolit to get to Africa and cure sick animals, get scared, rejoice and feel gratitude for the wolves, eagles and whales helping him along the way, this means that the goal has been achieved. When they, laughing, listen to the cheerful "Confusion" and quickly make prompts-rearrangements, this means that the "absurdity-shifter" helps their development.
Now you will hear him read his amazing little stories.
M. Babaeva

Adventure one: Bibigon and Brundulyak

I live in a dacha in Peredelkino. It's not far from Moscow. A tiny midget lives with me, a boy the size of a finger, whose name is Bibigon. Where he came from, I don't know. He says he fell off the moon. Both I 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
Lilliputik.

Height, poor fellow, no higher
Here's a little mouse.

And everyone can crow
Jokingly destroy Bibigon.

And he, look, what a warrior:
Fearlessly and boldly rushes into battle.

With everyone, with everyone
He is ready to fight
And never
no one
Not afraid.

He is cheerful and agile
He is small, but daring,
Another
Such
I have not seen a century.

Look: he rides on a duck
With my young rooster racing.

And suddenly in front of him is his mad enemy,
Huge and formidable turkey Brundulyak.

And the turkey shouted: - Brunduly! Brundu!
Now I will ruin you, crush you!

And everyone seemed
What is this minute
fatal doom
Threatens the Lilliputian.

But he shouted to the turkey
On the run:
- I'll cut it off now
Your evil head!

And, waving his sword in battle,
He rushed at the turkey with an arrow.

And a miracle happened: a huge turkey,
Like a wet chicken, suddenly cringed

Walked back to the forest
Caught on a stump
And upside down
Fell into a ditch.

And they all shouted:
- Long live he,
Mighty and brave
Fighter Bibigon!

But only a few days passed, and Brundulyak appeared again in our yard - puffed up, angry and angry. It was terrible to look at him. He is so big and strong. Will he kill Bibigon?

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

- Look out: there is a turkey
And looks furiously around.
But don't believe your eyes,
He is not an Indian. On the ground to us
He went down here secretly
And he pretended to be a turkey.
He is an evil sorcerer, he is a sorcerer!
He can turn people
In mice, in frogs, in spiders,
And in lizards, and in worms!

“No,” I said. He's not a wizard at all. He is the most ordinary turkey!

Bibigon shook his head.

No, he's a wizard! Like me
And he was born on the moon.
Yes, on the moon, and for many years
He roars after me.
And wants to turn me
In a bug or an ant.
But no, insidious Brundulyak!
You can't deal with me!
I am my valiant sword
All bewitched people
Save me from evil death
And I'll take your head off!

That's how kind and fearless he is - my little Bibigon!

Adventure two: Bibigon and galosh

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

I saw my galosh today
And dragged her straight to the stream.
And jumped into it, and sings:
"Go, my boat, go!"

And the hero did not notice
That the galosh was with a hole:
He just started on his way
As it 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
Floating on the wave.

But who is that grunting there by the stream?
This is our favorite pig!
She grabbed the man
And she brought it to us on the porch.

And my granddaughters almost went crazy,
When the fugitive was seen in the distance:

- It's him, it's him
Bibigon!

Kiss him and caress him
As if his own son,
And laid on the bed
They begin to sing to him:

"Bayushki-bye,
Bibigon!
Sleep, sleep
Bibigon!

And he's like nothing happened
Suddenly he threw off his blanket
And, dashingly jumping on the chest of drawers,
Boastful song sings:

"I'm a famous captain,
And I'm not afraid of a hurricane!
Yesterday I was in Australia
Then I went on
And near Cape Barnaul
Killed fourteen sharks!

What can you do with such a braggart! I wanted to tell him that it was shameful to show off, but at the same moment he rushed off into the yard - to new adventures and pranks.

Adventure Three: Bibigon and the Spider

He won't sit still for a minute.
That will run after the rooster,
And sit on top of it.

That with the frogs in the garden
He plays leapfrog all day long.

It runs to the garden
Peas small narvet

And well, shoot surreptitiously
Into the biggest spider.

The spider was silent, the spider endured,
But finally pissed off

And right up to the ceiling
He dragged Bibigon away.

And with its web
So wrapped him up, villain,

That he hung on a thread
Like a fly, head down.

screaming
And torn
Bibigon,
And in the web
He beats.

And straight into the bowl of milk
It flies out of there somersault.

Trouble! Trouble! There is no salvation!
He will die in his prime!

But here from a dark corner
The big toad crawled up

And paw
Gave him
As if
To his brother.

And laughed
Bibigon,
And at the same moment
he sped away

In the neighboring yard to the hayloft
And danced there all evening

With some gray-haired rat
And a young sparrow.

And after dinner he left
Play football with mice

And, returning at dawn,
Fell asleep in a dog kennel.

Adventure Four: Bibigon and the Crow

Once Bibigon saw that an 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 was frightened, threw the gosling and flew away. The gosling survived.

But it's been three days

And the crow came down
From above
And grabbed Bibigon
For pants.

He doesn't give up without a fight
Bibigon!
And kicks and breaks
Bibigon!

But from black
Raven
nests
He won't leave
Will not be saved
Never.

And in the nest
Look what
Ugly and evil
eighteen crows,
Like dashing robbers,
They want to destroy him.

eighteen crows
They look at the unfortunate
They smirk, and themselves
Know pecking his noses!

And suddenly resounded
Shout:
- Yeah, I got it
Mischievous!

But at this very moment
Lena ran up to the threshold
And right into the hands of a midget
Someone threw a flower.

That is a lily!
Thanks Lena
For this marvelous parachute!
And straight to Lena on her knees
The midget jumped bravely.

But immediately he jumped off her knees and, as if nothing had happened, rushed off 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 in the burner all day
And danced endlessly
At the name day at the starling.

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 Brundulyak? Brundulyak is up to no good. He stands right there, not far away, under a tree and thinks how to destroy Bibigon. He must indeed be an evil sorcerer.

- Yes Yes! He is a sorcerer! He's a magician!" says Bibigon, pointing to a shaggy dog ​​running down the street at that moment:

- Look out: Barbos is running.
Do you think it's a dog?
No, this is old Agathon,
Your village postman.
More recently, in every home
With a newspaper or with a letter
He came, but once
The sorcerer said: "Kara-baraz."

And suddenly - about a miracle! - at the same moment
The old man became the 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, Fedot is standing
And the toad drives from the gate,
Meanwhile, in the spring
She was his wife.

“But why are you not afraid of the villain?” my granddaughters ask Bibigon. “After all, he can bewitch you too.

“Therefore, I am not afraid that I am brave!” Bibigon answers and laughs. “No sorcerers are afraid of the brave! ..

Adventure Five: Bibigon and the Bee

“Yes, yes, I am fearless, I am brave,” Bibigon repeats with a proud air. And then he swings his saber and, jumping on the duckling, sings:

I'm a famous captain!
And I'm not afraid of a hurricane!

And he rushes to the swamp and demands that, when they see him, all the frogs shout "Hurrah."
Of course, I don't like it. I can't stand boasters. But how can I explain to him that boasting is shameful? However, the other day an event happened that should teach the braggart a lesson:

Bibigon sat on my table,
And he boasted of strength and courage:

- Well, do I
Mighty
Fear the animals!

I am every animal
Stronger and braver!

Trembling before me
Clubfoot bear.
Where is the bear
Defeat me!

Not yet born
Such a crocodile
Which would be in battle
Defeated me!

With this hand
to the ferocious lion
shaggy head
I will tear!

But here came
Furry bee…
"Save me!" he cried.
Trouble! Guard!-
And from her
Like a fierce wolf
Into the inkwell
All dived head first.

Thank you, old woman Fedosya
Grabbed him by the hair.
There would be a poor fellow kaput -
Farewell forever midget!

But if you knew
What an ugly
Trembling and wet
And miserable and dirty
Disheveled, barely alive
He then appeared before me!

We got him
And run to the apartment
To the very old man Moidodyr.
The whole day Moidodyr cleaned and washed it,
But he did not wash away, did not wash away this black ink!

However, my granddaughters do not grieve,
Bibigon, as before, is kissed.
- Well, - they say - nothing!
We love black too!
And it's probably more valuable to us.
Now that he's black
A similar Negro is similar.

Yes, and he does not lose heart,
Runs out onto the porch
And interprets the kids
What walks in the yard:

- I wandered around the Caucasus,
Swimming in the Black Sea
The Black Sea is black
Everything is full of ink!

I bathed - and at once
He became like coal, Black Sea,
So even on the moon
They envied me.

“Why are you talking about the Moon, Bibigon?” Tata and Lena asked him.

Because the moon is my home.
The granddaughters laughed.

— What nonsense!

He looked at them and proudly said:

Yes, I was born on the moon
I fell here in my dream.

They call me at home
Count Bibigon de Lilliput.

Oh if I could come back
To my native land!

“Why do you want 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 was to me
Play with her on the moon!
She has a wonderful garden there.
Where the stars are like grapes
They hang in such clusters,
What involuntarily on the go
No, no, yes, and you will pluck a star.
Oh, if I could hurry
To heaven to return to her,
And with her along the Milky Way,
As if across the field, go.
And take a walk in her garden
Breaking the stars on the go
And, hand in hand, together
Fly to Earth, to this house,
To you, in Peredelkino, here,
And stay here forever!

“Is this true?” I exclaimed. “Do you really have a sister left on the Moon?”

He sighed even more sadly and said softly:

— My dear Cincinela
Sits and cries on the moon.
For a long time she wanted
Come to Earth to me.

But it is guarded by a terrible
And a hideous dragon
And the captives of their unfortunate
He won't let go to the ground.

But the hour will come: with a bold hand
I'll blow the enemy's head off!
My dear Cincinela
I will save you from the monster.

Adventure Six: Wonderful Flight

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

Sat Bibigon
Under the big burdock
And argue about something
With my rooster.

Suddenly
flew in
Dragonfly in our garden
And instantly got caught
To his eyes.

And he shouted: - This is my plane!
Now I'm going on a big flight.

From Africa
I will fly to Paraguay
Then I will visit my beloved Moon.

Three miracles
From there
I'll bring you! -
And he saddled a dragonfly on the fly!

Look! Look!
He flies over the tree
And cheerfully waves his cocked hat!

"Goodbye," he cries.
In open combat
I am an evil dragon
Like a fly, I'll kill you!

And we shouted:
- Where are you going? Wait!-
But we only echo
Answered "oh!"

And no Bibigon!
He's gone, he's gone!
As if melted
In the middle of blue skies!

And his house remains empty -
Toy house, so cozy -
Which with their own hands
We made it ourselves:
With a toy bathtub, with a cardboard slab...
Will it be empty forever?

Now in this house there is an Aglaya doll,
But the Aglaya doll is not alive!
She is not alive, her heart does not beat,
She doesn't sing, she doesn't play pranks, she doesn't laugh!
And our Bibigosha, though he is mischievous,
But he is a little man, he is alive, alive.

And inconsolable granddaughters look into the sky,
And, after a tear, shedding a tear,
Everyone is waiting to see if there, near the clouds,
A dragonfly flying towards them.

And the moon rose above the lilac bushes,
And Tata sadly whispered to Elena:
“Look, is it imagining me?
It's like he's on the moon!

He's on the moon! He returned there
And with our Earth forever said goodbye! -

And for a long time the poor things stand at the porch
And look, and look through binoculars,
And their tears roll endlessly,
Their binoculars got wet from tears.

Suddenly they see
striped
Kibitochka
Rolls.
Horned in a wagon
The snail is sitting.

They carry her nimble
baleen beetles
And black-black
Night moths.

Green grasshoppers
Follow her in line
And in gilded pipes
They trumpet incessantly.

The wagon rolls, rolls,
And right on the porch
funny snail
Drops a letter.

In anxiety and sadness
We ran to the letter
And they began to read.
When they read
Forgotten all sorrows
And they started laughing.

Only four lines
On a lime leaf
Bibigon writes to us:

"Yesterday behind the black cloud
By my mighty hand
Struck and defeated
Dragon Karakakon!
Celebrate victory
I will come to you on Wednesday.
Accept my bow!
Your faithful
BIBIGON.

And happy granddaughters:

- We will be again
Wash him, dress him, pamper him!
He is alive and well
He'll be back here
And we will never part with him!

We are happy to welcome our guest!
We both wash and clean the toy house.

In a toy house - peace and comfort.
How fun a midget will live here.

Old woman Fedosya made of white flour
He, Bibigon, bakes pies.

And Tata and Lena took up the needle
And they sewed a new cocked hat for him.

- If only he would return sooner,
Our little Bibigon!

From their multi-colored shreds,
Orange, blue and red
They sewed him a lot of updates -
Elegant vests, beautiful pants,
Cloaks and satin camisoles!

Oh, if only Bibigon would come back here!
What a dandy he will dress up!

But he didn't come back
And no Bibigon!
May be,
Was it swallowed by a crow?

Or maybe he
Choked in the water
In some lake
Or a pond?

Maybe for a tree
He got hooked
Fell from an airplane
And crashed to death?

But here one time
We're standing in the rain
And we are waiting for Bibigon,
And we are waiting for him, we are waiting ...

Look, he's on a dandelion
Like on a small sofa
collapsed and sits
And with some stranger
Long-legged insects
Talking.

My granddaughters squealed with joy
And they ran to him:
- Where have you been, lost?
Who did you fight along the way?
Tell me why are you like this
Pale, tired, skinny?
Maybe you are unwell?
Should I call the doctors to you? -

And for a long time they kissed him,
Caressed him, warmed him,
And then they whispered timidly:
"But where is your Cincinela?"

“My Cincinela!” said Bibigon,
And, sighing heavily, he frowned.
She came with me today
But she hid, poor thing, in the thicket of the forest,
And she would be glad to meet you,
Yes, she is afraid of the evil sorcerer:
Cruel and treacherous gray-haired sorcerer,
And he prepares bitter grief for her.
But no, witchcraft will not help him.
I, like a thunderstorm, will fall on him,
And over his evil head
My battle sword will shine again!
And again Bibigon smiled tiredly...
But lightning suddenly shone in the clouds.

Rather go home!
We're running in the rain
And Bibigon
We carry with us!

Well, here we are at home!
Both honey and tea
Weary traveler
We are serving!

And he laughed:

- I'm glad,
What came back to you:
Dear your family
I love like my own.

But now I'm dead tired
I fought with a fierce enemy,
And I would like a little
Relax by the window.
He is very angry and strong
That damned dragon!

And, falling into a chair,
He yawned sweetly
And fell asleep.

Quiet! Let him sleep!
We don't want to wake him up!
About all your exploits to us
Tomorrow he will tell.

Adventure Seven: Bibigon's Great Victory

The next day Bibigon brought Tsintsinela to us. Tsintsinela, a tiny girl resembling a pink doll, affably said hello to us and, grabbing Bibigon by the arm, jumped from the window straight into the garden. Such a brave, brave girl! She liked everything in the garden - flowers, butterflies, squirrels, starlings, fir cones, and even fast funny tadpoles that frolic so merrily in a warm puddle. Bibigon did not leave his sister a single step. All day long they ran around the garden, and sang songs, and laughed loudly. But suddenly Cincinela screamed, and ran to me all in tears: she saw in the distance, by the fence, her enemy Brundulyak.

“How terrible he is!” she repeated. “What evil eyes he has! Save me, save me from him! He wants to kill me!
"Don't cry, Tsincinela," said Bibigon. "I won't let anyone hurt you." Today I will deal with the villain!

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

Yes, for my beloved sister
I will die with pleasure!
. . . . . . . . . . . .

And now he's on the attack
Towards the evil Brundulyak:
- Die, damned sorcerer,
From my valiant sword!

But Brundulyak laughed
And he says to the hero:
- Oh, beware
Dear knight,
Don't turn right now
Into a bug, or into a worm,
Or a dung beetle!
After all, nobody cares
When I start to conjure! -
And he pouted
Like a ball
And puffed
Like a samovar.
And ten times
And twenty times
He repeated:
"Kara-baraz!"
But, not turned into a worm,
Stands, as before, Bibigon.

And Brundulyak was furious:
“So wait, you daredevil!”
And again, and again, and again
He repeats the magic word, -
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.

Brundulyak saw that he could not bewitch the daredevil, blinked his cowardly little eyes, trembled, murmured and whimpered:

- Don't kill me!
Don't cut me!
Let me go!
And forgive me!

But Bibigon laughed
In reply:
- Have mercy on you
Hateful, no!

Now in front of me
And you whine, and you whine,
And tomorrow me
Into the worm
You will transform!

And he plunged a sharp sword into him,
And struck him in the heart.

And the turkey collapsed. And from the fat body
The head flew off into the distant weeds.

And the body rolled into a dark ravine,
And the villain Brundulyak perished 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 shouted loudly:

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

And now, like a king, majestically
He comes out to them on the balcony,
Nodding them left and right
And he smiles at everyone.

Green silk camisole
Sheathed in silver,
He has a cocked hat in his hand
With a wonderful peacock feather.

And, with a scarlet sparkling outfit,
Sweet, cheerful and kind, -
Worth smiling around
His young sister.

End

Tsintsinela 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, quickly running through each page - from letter to letter, from line to line.

And when the New Year comes, I will carefully hide my tiny friends in the pocket of my warm fur coat, and we will go to the Kremlin to the Christmas tree. And I imagine how glad and happy the children will be when they see with their own eyes the living Bibigon and his cheerful, smartly dressed sister, his sword, his three-cornered hat, and hear his fervent speech.

But I ask all Moscow children in advance: when you see Bibigon and Tsintsinela 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, don't grab them with your hands , do not caress, because you may inadvertently hurt them. And don't try to bother Bibigon. After all, he is a midget, a boy with a finger, and if you somehow inadvertently squeeze him, he will remain a cripple for life. And please don't tease him, don't make fun of him, because he is very touchy. If you say a harsh word to him, he will get angry, draw his sword and pounce on you as enemies.

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

NO ONE EVER HEARD ANYTHING.

Korney Chukovsky