The main character of Victor Dragunsky's story “Adventure” is a boy named Denis. He lived with his parents in Moscow and once went to visit his uncle in Leningrad. Denis had to return home by plane, which Uncle Misha was going to put him on. And Denis was supposed to be met at the Moscow airport by his dad.
But when they arrived at the airport, it turned out that due to plane delays, many passengers had accumulated on the Moscow flight and there were not enough seats for everyone. But Denis managed to be the first to reach the plane and took off on that flight. And Uncle Misha called Denis’s dad and said that he was already flying.
However, due to bad weather, the plane was forced to return to Leningrad. The next flight was expected only at seven in the morning. Denis managed to get through to Moscow and inform his mother about the flight delay. Then he had dinner at the airport restaurant and went to look for a place to stay for the night. But all the seats were occupied, and there were also passengers on the floor.
There was only room in the room for long-distance telephone calls. Two military men were already there, but when they saw the boy, they moved aside, and Deniska went to bed.
But no one met Deniska in Moscow. Dad was supposed to arrive at seven in the morning, but now it was only five o’clock. The military, who were grateful to Deniska for waking them up in time, decided to help the boy and took him home in a car that met them at the airport.
That's how it is summary story.
The main idea of Dragunsky’s story “Adventure” is that in difficult situations one should not get lost and panic. When Denis found out that there weren’t enough seats on the plane for everyone, he managed to be the first to get to the ramp. And when the plane returned back to Leningrad, and Deniska found himself alone at the airport, without adults, he was not at a loss, called his mother, had dinner, found a place to stay for the night and managed to board an extraordinary flight to Moscow on time.
Dragunsky's story "Adventure" teaches you to be collected and purposeful, and never get lost in difficult and emergency situations.
In the story, I liked the military men who shared a place to stay for the night with Deniska, and then, having flown to Moscow, helped the boy get from the airport to his home.
What proverbs are suitable for Dragunsky’s story “Adventure”?
Whoever had time, ate it.
You will not get to know your friend without trouble.
As it comes back, so will it respond.
ADVENTURE
Last Saturday and Sunday I visited Dimka. This is such a handsome guy, the son of my Uncle Misha and Aunt Galya. They live in Leningrad. If I have time, I’ll also tell you how Dimka and I walked and what we saw in it beautiful city. This is a very interesting and funny story.
And now there will be a simple story about how I had to fly to my mother in Moscow. It's also fun because it was an adventure.
In general, I have flown on an airplane, but never alone, on my own! Uncle Misha had to put me on the plane. I will arrive safely, and in Moscow, at the airport, my father and mother will have to meet me. That’s how interesting and simple everything was planned for us.
And in the evening, when Uncle Misha and I arrived at the Leningrad airport, it turned out that somewhere there was some kind of delay with transport, and because of this, many people who did not get on the Moscow flights accumulated at the airport, and the tall, folding The guy sensibly explained to us all that the situation is like this: there are many of us, but there is only one plane, and therefore whoever manages to get on this plane will fly to Moscow. And I vowed to get on this particular plane: after all, my dad will definitely meet me in Moscow.
And Uncle Misha, having heard this “pleasant” news, said to me:
- As soon as you board the plane, wave your hand to me, then I will immediately run to the phone, call your dad to say that you have taken off, he will wake up, get dressed and go to the airport to meet you. Understood?
I said:
- Got it!
And I thought about Uncle Misha: “He’s so kind and polite. Another would have delivered everything, but this one will also call my family. And so I’ll be like a relay race. He’ll call, and dad will come to meet me, and I’ll only be without them for an hour.” I’ll sit on the plane, and everyone there, on the plane, too. It’s okay, it’s not scary!”
I said out loud again:
- Don’t be angry that I have nothing but worries, I will soon learn to fly alone, on my own, and I won’t bother you so much...
Uncle Misha said:
- What are you talking about, dear sir! I am very happy! And Dimka was so glad to see you! And Aunt Galya! Well, here you go! “He handed me the ticket and fell silent. And I also fell silent.
And then suddenly the plane began boarding. It was pandemonium. Everyone rushed to the plane, and I ran ahead of everyone, followed by everyone else.
I ran to the stairs, there were two girls standing at the top. Simply beauties. I ran up to them and handed them the ticket. They asked me:
- You are alone?
I told them everything and boarded the plane. I sat down by the window and began to look at the crowd of mourners. Uncle Misha was nearby, then I began to wave and smile at him. He caught this smile, made it up to me and immediately turned and walked towards the phone to call my dad. I took a breath and began to look around. There were a lot of people, and everyone was in a hurry to land and fly away. It was already late. Finally everyone settled down, laid out their things, and I heard the engine start. He hummed and growled for a long time. I'm even tired of it.
I leaned back in my seat and quietly closed my eyes to doze off. Then I heard the plane move and I opened my mouth wide to stop my ears from hurting. Then a flight attendant came up to me, I opened my eyes - on her tray there were a hundred or a thousand small sour, and mint, candies too. My neighbor took one, then the second, and I immediately took heels and three, four or five more things. Still, the sweets are delicious, I’ll treat the kids from the class. They will take it willingly, because these candies are airy, from an airplane. Here you don’t want it, but you take it. The flight attendant stood and smiled: they say, take as much as your heart desires, we don’t mind! I began to suck the candy and suddenly felt that the plane was descending. I fell to the window.
My neighbor said:
- Look how quickly they arrived!
But then I noticed that many lights appeared below us ahead. I told my neighbor:
- Look, Moscow!
She began to look and suddenly began to sing in a bass voice:
- “My Moscow, beauty...”
But then a flight attendant came out from behind the curtain, the same one who was delivering candy. I was glad that now she would be giving out more. But she said:
- Comrade passengers, due to bad weather, the Moscow airport is closed. We flew back to Leningrad. The next flight will be at seven o'clock in the morning. Get settled in for the night as best you can.
Then my neighbor stopped singing. Everyone around made an angry noise.
People left the stairs and walked quietly home, only to come back in the morning. I couldn't go home calmly. I didn’t remember where Uncle Misha lived. I didn't know how to get to it. I had to stick to the company of those who had nowhere to sleep. There were a lot of them too, and they all went to the restaurant to have dinner. And I followed them. Everyone sat down at the tables. I sat down too. Took a seat. There was a long-distance pay phone nearby. I called Moscow. Who do you think picked up the phone? My own mother. She said:
- Hello!
I said:
- Hello!
She said:
- It's hard to hear. Who do you need?
I said:
- Anastasia Vasilievna.
She said:
- It’s hard to hear! Maria Petrovna?
I said:
- You! You! You! Mom, is that you?
She said:
- It's hard to hear. Speak separately, letter by letter.
I said:
- Um-ah, um-ah. Mom, it's me. She said:
- Deniska, is that you?
I said:
- I'll fly out tomorrow at seven o'clock in the morning. Our Moscow airfield is closed, so everything is fine. Let pe-a-pe-a ve-es-tre-tit em-e-nya-me!
She said:
- He-a-re-a-she-o!
I said:
- Well, be ze-de-o-ro-ve-a!
She said:
- Zhe-de-u! Dad will come out to meet you at seven sharp!
I hung up and my heart immediately felt light. And I went to dinner. I asked them to bring me cutlets with pasta and a glass of tea. While I was eating cutlets, I thought, seeing how wide, comfortable the chairs were here: “Eh, it would be great to sleep on these chairs here.”
But while I was eating, a miracle happened: exactly half a minute later I saw that all the chairs, absolutely all of them, were occupied. And I thought: “It’s okay, don’t be a von baron, I’ll sleep on the floor! Look how much space there is!”
Just miracles in a sieve! Half a second later I look - the whole floor is occupied: passengers, string bags, suitcases, sacks, even children, there’s simply nowhere to step. This is where I even got angry!
Then I went, stepping carefully between the sitting, lying and reclining people. I just went for a walk around the airport.
Walking among the sleeping kingdom was awkward. I looked at my watch. It's already half past eleven.
And suddenly I reached another door, on which was written: “Long-distance telephone.” And it immediately dawned on me! This is where you can have a great sleep. I quietly opened the felt-lined door.
Stop! I had to jump away immediately: two people had already settled down there. Uncle. Officers. They looked at me, and I at them.
Then I said:
- Who are you?
Then one of them, the mustachioed one, said:
- We are foundlings!
I felt sorry for them, and I stupidly asked:
- Where are your parents?
The mustachioed man made a pitiful face and seemed to be crying:
- Please, I beg you, find me my dad!
And the second one, who was younger, laughed like a tiger. And then I realized that this mustachioed guy was joking, because he also laughed, and I started laughing after him. And now the three of us laughed. And they beckoned me towards them and made room. I felt warm, but cramped and uncomfortable, because the phone was ringing all the time and the light was burning brightly.
Then we wrote in large letters on the newspaper: “The machine doesn’t work,” and the young man turned out the light bulb. The calls have stopped, there is no light. A minute later, my adult friends started snoring so loudly that it was simply a miracle. It looked like they were sawing huge logs with huge saws. It was impossible to sleep.
And I lay there and kept thinking about my adventure. It turned out very funny, and I smiled all the time in the dark.
Suddenly a loud, completely sleepless voice rang out:
- Attention to passengers flying on the Leningrad - Moscow flight! The Tu-104 plane number 52-48, flying unscheduled, takes off in fifteen minutes, at four hours and fifty-five minutes. Passengers board upon presentation of tickets from gate number two!
I instantly jumped up, as if disheveled, and began to wake up my neighbors. I told them quietly but clearly:
- Anxiety! Anxiety! Get up, they tell you!
They immediately jumped up, and the mustachioed one groped for and screwed in the light bulb.
I explained to them what was going on. The mustachioed military man immediately said:
- Well done, guy!
Now I’ll go with you on any reconnaissance mission.
- So you didn’t abandon your foundlings?
I said:
- What are you doing, how can you!
We ran to gate number two and boarded the plane.
There were no more beautiful female flight attendants, but we didn’t care. And when we took off, the military man, who was younger, suddenly burst out laughing.
- What are you doing? - the mustachioed man asked him.
“The machine doesn’t work,” he replied. - Ha-ha-ha! "The machine doesn't work"!..
“They forgot to remove the inscription,” answered the mustachioed man.
About forty minutes later we landed safely in Moscow, and when we got out, it turned out that absolutely no one was meeting us.
I looked for my dad. He wasn't there... He wasn't anywhere.
I didn't know how to get home. I was just sad. At least cry. And I probably would have cried, but my friends from the night suddenly came up to me, one with a mustache and one who was younger.
Usatiy said:
- What, dad didn’t meet you?
I said:
- I didn’t meet you. The young man asked:
- When did you agree with him?
I said:
- I told him to come to the plane, which takes off at seven in the morning.
The young one said:
- All clear! There's a misunderstanding here. After all, we took off at five!
Usatii intervened in our conversation:
- If they meet, they won’t go anywhere! Have you ever ridden a goat?
I said:
- The first time I've heard! What kind of "goat" is this?
He replied:
- Now you'll see.
And he and the young man waved their hands.
A small, stubby car, stained and dirty, pulled up to the entrance of the airport. The soldier driver had a cheerful face.
My military friends got into the car.
When they sat down there, I began to feel sad. I stood there and didn’t know what to do. There was melancholy. I stood there and that was it. The mustachioed man leaned out of the window and said:
- And where do you live?
I answered.
He said:
- Aliyev! Debt good turn deserves another?
He responded from the car:
- Exactly!
The mustachioed man smiled at me:
- Sit down, Deniska, next to the driver. You will know what a soldier's revenue is.
The driver smiled friendly. In my opinion, he looked like Uncle Misha.
- Sit down, sit down. I'll ride with the breeze! - he said hoarsely.
I immediately sat down next to him. It was fun in my soul. This is what military means! You won't be lost with them.
I said loudly:
- Carriage Row!
The driver turned on the gas. We rushed.
I shouted:
- Hooray!
Read Dragunsky's stories
Deniskin's stories by Dragunsky, with a slight movement of the author's thoughts, lift the veil of the everyday life of children, their joys and worries. Communication with peers, relationships with parents, various incidents in life - this is what Victor Dragunsky describes in his works. Funny stories with a sensitive vision of important details, characteristic of the author, occupy a special place in world literature. The writer is known for his ability to see the good in everything and wonderfully explain to children what is really good and what is bad. In Dragunsky’s stories, every child will find traits similar to themselves, receive answers to their troubling questions, and laugh heartily at funny incidents from the children’s lives.
Victor Dragunsky. Interesting biography details
Readers are usually surprised to learn that Victor was born in New York. It so happened that his parents moved there in search of better life, but they failed to settle down in the new place. Just a year later, the boy and his parents returned to their homeland - the city of Gomel (Belarus).
Victor Dragunsky spent his childhood on the road. His stepfather took him on tour, where the child learned to do a good job of imitating people and generally playing to an audience. At that moment, his creative future was already predetermined, however, like most children's writers, he did not immediately come to this occupation.
The Great Patriotic War left its mark on his fate. Thoughts, aspirations, pictures of what he saw during the war changed Victor forever. After the war, Dragunsky set out to create his own theater, where every talented young actor could prove himself. He succeeded. Blue Bird - that was the name of Victor's parody theater, which gained recognition and fame in a matter of moments. This happened with everything that Dragunsky took on. When you start reading Deniska’s stories, you will definitely notice notes of the author’s subtle humor, which he used to attract children to the theater and circus. The kids were crazy about him!
It was this theater that became the starting point of his path, which led to creative writing, which later left us Deniska’s stories as a gift. Victor Dragunsky began to notice that during his performances children had a particularly good reaction. Dragunsky was even lucky enough to work as a clown, winning the love of young spectators.
At the end of the 50s, according to the recollections of friends, Victor thought it was time to change something in his life. He was haunted by the feeling of approaching something new on his creative path. And then one day, while in his sad thoughts, Dragunsky wrote the first children's story, which became a real outlet for him. Deniskin's first stories by Dragunsky instantly became popular.
Deniska’s stories are so interesting to read because the author had a real talent for easily and vividly describing everyday situations, having fun laughing at them, and sometimes thinking about them. Viktor Dragunsky could not predict that his works would become classics of children's literature, but his knowledge of children and love for them did their job...
Hello, dear children and parents!
Children's writer and humorist - Viktor Dragunsky, wrote a collection of "Deniska's stories", which contains funny and interesting stories about schoolboy Denis. Here is another story from this wonderful collection, called “Adventure”!
P Last Saturday and Sunday I was visiting Dimka. This is such a handsome guy, the son of my Uncle Misha and Aunt Galya. They live in Leningrad. If I have time, I’ll also tell you how Dimka and I walked and what we saw in this beautiful city. This is a very interesting and funny story.
And now there will be a simple story about how I had to fly to my mother in Moscow. It's also fun because it was an adventure.
In general, I have flown on an airplane, but never alone, on my own! Uncle Misha had to put me on the plane. I will arrive safely, and in Moscow, at the airport, my father and mother will have to meet me. That’s how interesting and simple everything was planned for us.
And in the evening, when Uncle Misha and I arrived at the Leningrad airport, it turned out that somewhere there was some kind of delay with transport, and because of this, many people who did not get on the Moscow flights accumulated at the airport, and the tall, folding The guy sensibly explained to us all that the situation is like this: there are many of us, but there is only one plane, and therefore whoever manages to get on this plane will fly to Moscow. And I vowed to get on this particular plane: after all, my dad will definitely meet me in Moscow.
And Uncle Misha, having heard this “pleasant” news, said to me:
As soon as you board the plane, wave your hand to me, then I will immediately run to the phone, call your dad to say that you have taken off, he will wake up, get dressed and go to the airport to meet you. Understood?
I said:
Got it!
And I thought about Uncle Misha: “He’s so kind and polite. Another would have delivered everything, but this one will also call my family. And so I will be like a relay race. He’ll call, and dad will come to meet me, and I’ll just sit on the plane for an hour without them, and even there, on the plane, it’s all my own. It’s okay, it’s not scary!”
I said out loud again:
Don’t be angry that I have nothing but worries, I will soon learn to fly alone, on my own, and I won’t bother you so much...
Uncle Misha said:
What are you doing, dear sir! I am very happy! And Dimka was so glad to see you! And Aunt Galya! Well, here you go! “He handed me the ticket and fell silent. And I also fell silent.
And then suddenly the plane began boarding. It was pandemonium. Everyone rushed to the plane, and I ran ahead of everyone, followed by everyone else.
I ran to the stairs, there were two girls standing at the top. Simply beauties. I ran up to them and handed them the ticket. They asked me:
You are alone?
I told them everything and boarded the plane. I sat down by the window and began to look at the crowd of mourners. Uncle Misha was nearby, then I began to wave and smile at him. He caught this smile, made it up to me and immediately turned and walked towards the phone to call my dad. I took a breath and began to look around. There were a lot of people, and everyone was in a hurry to land and fly away. It was already late. Finally everyone settled down, laid out their things, and I heard the engine start. He hummed and growled for a long time. I'm even tired of it.
I leaned back in my seat and quietly closed my eyes to doze off. Then I heard the plane move and I opened my mouth wide to stop my ears from hurting. Then a flight attendant came up to me, I opened my eyes - on her tray there were a hundred or a thousand small sour, and mint, candies too. My neighbor took one, then the second, and I immediately took heels and three, four or five more things. Still, the sweets are delicious, I’ll treat the kids from the class. They will take it willingly, because these candies are airy, from an airplane. Here you don’t want it, but you take it. The flight attendant stood and smiled: they say, take as much as your heart desires, we don’t mind! I began to suck the candy and suddenly felt that the plane was descending. I fell to the window.
My neighbor said:
Look how quickly they arrived!
But then I noticed that many lights appeared below us ahead. I told my neighbor:
Look - Moscow!
She began to look and suddenly began to sing in a bass voice:
- “My Moscow, beauty...”
But then a flight attendant came out from behind the curtain, the same one who was delivering candy. I was glad that now she would be giving out more. But she said:
Comrade passengers, due to bad weather, the Moscow airport is closed. We flew back to Leningrad. The next flight will be at seven o'clock in the morning. Get settled in for the night as best you can.
Then my neighbor stopped singing. Everyone around made an angry noise.
People left the stairs and walked quietly home, only to come back in the morning. I couldn't go home calmly. I didn’t remember where Uncle Misha lived. I didn't know how to get to it. I had to stick to the company of those who had nowhere to sleep. There were a lot of them too, and they all went to the restaurant to have dinner. And I followed them. Everyone sat down at the tables. I sat down too. Took a seat. There was a long-distance pay phone nearby. I called Moscow. Who do you think picked up the phone? My own mother. She said:
I said:
She said:
It's hard to hear. Who do you need?
I said:
Anastasia Vasilievna.
She said:
It's hard to hear! Maria Petrovna?
I said:
You! You! You! Mom, is that you?
She said:
It's hard to hear. Speak separately, letter by letter.
I said:
Um-ah, um-ah. Mom, it's me. She said:
Deniska, is that you?
I said:
I'll fly out tomorrow at seven o'clock in the morning. Our Moscow airfield is closed, so everything is fine. Let pe-a-pe-a ve-es-tre-tit em-e-nya-me!
She said:
He-a-re-a-she-o!
I said:
Well, be ze-de-o-ro-ve-a!
She said:
Zhe-de-u! Dad will come out to meet you at seven sharp!
I hung up and my heart immediately felt light. And I went to dinner. I asked them to bring me cutlets with pasta and a glass of tea. While I was eating cutlets, I thought, seeing how wide, comfortable the chairs were: “Eh, it would be great to sleep on these chairs here.”
But while I was eating, a miracle happened: exactly half a minute later I saw that all the chairs, absolutely all of them, were occupied. And I thought: “It’s okay, no von baron, I’ll sleep on the floor!” Look how much space!”
Just miracles in a sieve! Half a second later I look - the whole floor is occupied: passengers, string bags, suitcases, sacks, even children, there’s simply nowhere to step. This is where I even got angry!
Then I went, stepping carefully between the sitting, lying and reclining people. I just went for a walk around the airport.
Walking among the sleeping kingdom was awkward. I looked at my watch. It's already half past eleven.
And suddenly I reached another door, on which was written: “Long-distance telephone.” And it immediately dawned on me! This is where you can have a great sleep. I quietly opened the felt-lined door.
Stop! I had to jump away immediately: two people had already settled down there. Uncle. Officers. They looked at me, and I at them.
Then I said:
Who are you?
Then one of them, the mustachioed one, said:
We are foundlings!
I felt sorry for them, and I stupidly asked:
Where are your parents?
The mustachioed man made a pitiful face and seemed to be crying:
Please, I ask you, find me my dad!
And the second one, who was younger, laughed like a tiger. And then I realized that this mustachioed guy was joking, because he also laughed, and I started laughing after him. And now the three of us laughed. And they beckoned me towards them and made room. I felt warm, but cramped and uncomfortable, because the phone was ringing all the time and the light was burning brightly.
Then we wrote in large letters on the newspaper: “The machine doesn’t work,” and the young man turned out the light bulb. The calls have stopped, there is no light. A minute later, my adult friends started snoring so loudly that it was simply a miracle. It looked like they were sawing huge logs with huge saws. It was impossible to sleep.
And I lay there and kept thinking about my adventure. It turned out very funny, and I smiled all the time in the dark.
Suddenly a loud, completely sleepless voice rang out:
Attention to passengers flying on the Leningrad - Moscow flight! The Tu-104 plane number 52-48, flying unscheduled, takes off in fifteen minutes, at four hours and fifty-five minutes. Passengers board upon presentation of tickets from gate number two!
I instantly jumped up, as if disheveled, and began to wake up my neighbors. I told them quietly but clearly:
Anxiety! Anxiety! Get up, they tell you!
They immediately jumped up, and the mustachioed one groped for and screwed in the light bulb.
I explained to them what was going on. The mustachioed military man immediately said:
Well done, guy!
Now I’ll go with you on any reconnaissance mission.
So you didn’t abandon your foundlings?
I said:
What are you doing, how can you!
We ran to gate number two and boarded the plane.
There were no more beautiful female flight attendants, but we didn’t care. And when we took off, the military man, who was younger, suddenly burst out laughing.
What are you doing? - the mustachioed man asked him.
“The machine doesn’t work,” he answered. - Ha-ha-ha! “The machine doesn’t work”!..
“They forgot to remove the inscription,” answered the mustachioed man.
About forty minutes later we landed safely in Moscow, and when we got out, it turned out that absolutely no one was meeting us.
I looked for my dad. He wasn't there... He wasn't anywhere.
I didn't know how to get home. I was just sad. At least cry. And I probably would have cried, but my friends from the night suddenly came up to me, one with a mustache and one who was younger.
Usatiy said:
What, dad didn't meet you?
I said:
I didn't meet you. The young man asked:
When did you agree with him?
I said:
I told him to come to the plane, which takes off at seven in the morning.
The young one said:
All clear! There's a misunderstanding here. After all, we took off at five!
Usatii intervened in our conversation:
If they meet, they won't go anywhere! Have you ever ridden a goat?
I said:
The first time I've heard! What kind of “goat” is this?
He replied:
You'll see now.
And he and the young man waved their hands.
A small, stubby car, stained and dirty, pulled up to the entrance of the airport. The soldier driver had a cheerful face.
My military friends got into the car.
When they sat down there, I began to feel sad. I stood there and didn’t know what to do. There was melancholy. I stood there and that was it. The mustachioed man leaned out of the window and said:
And where do you live?
I answered.
He said:
Aliyev! Debt good turn deserves another?
He responded from the car:
The mustachioed man smiled at me:
Sit down, Deniska, next to the driver. You will know what a soldier's revenue is.
The driver smiled friendly. In my opinion, he looked like Uncle Misha.
Sit down, sit down. I'll ride with the breeze! - he said hoarsely.
I immediately sat down next to him. It was fun in my soul. This is what military means! You won't be lost with them.
I said loudly:
Coach Row!
The driver turned on the gas. We rushed.
Last Saturday and Sunday I visited Dimka. This is such a handsome guy, the son of my Uncle Misha and Aunt Galya. They live in Leningrad. If I have time, I’ll also tell you how Dimka and I walked and what we saw in this beautiful city. This is a very interesting and funny story.
And now there will be a simple story about how I had to fly to my mother in Moscow. It's also fun because it was an adventure.
In general, I have flown on an airplane, but never alone, on my own! Uncle Misha had to put me on the plane. I will arrive safely, and in Moscow, at the airport, my father and mother will have to meet me. That’s how interesting and simple everything was planned for us.
And in the evening, when Uncle Misha and I arrived at the Leningrad airport, it turned out that somewhere there was some kind of delay with transport, and because of this, many people who did not get on the Moscow flights accumulated at the airport, and the tall, folding The guy sensibly explained to us all that the situation is like this: there are many of us, but there is only one plane, and therefore whoever manages to get on this plane will fly to Moscow. And I vowed to get on this particular plane: after all, my dad will definitely meet me in Moscow.
And Uncle Misha, having heard this “pleasant” news, said to me:
- As soon as you board the plane, wave your hand to me, then I’ll immediately run to the phone, call your dad to tell you that you’ve taken off, he’ll wake up, get dressed and go to the airport to meet you. Understood?
I said:
- Got it!
And I thought about Uncle Misha: “He’s so kind and polite. Another would have delivered everything, but this one will also call my family. And so I will be like a relay race. He’ll call, and dad will come to meet me, and I’ll just sit on the plane for an hour without them, and even there, on the plane, it’s all my own. It’s okay, it’s not scary!”
I said out loud again:
- Don’t be angry that I have nothing but worries, I will soon learn to fly alone, on my own, and I won’t bother you so much...
Uncle Misha said:
- What are you talking about, my dear sir! I am very happy! And Dimka was so glad to see you! And Aunt Galya! Well, here you go! “He handed me the ticket and fell silent. And I also fell silent.
And then suddenly the plane began boarding. It was pandemonium. Everyone rushed to the plane, and I ran ahead of everyone, followed by everyone else.
I ran to the stairs, there were two girls standing at the top. Simply beauties. I ran up to them and handed them the ticket. They asked me:
- You are alone?
I told them everything and boarded the plane. I sat down by the window and began to look at the crowd of mourners. Uncle Misha was nearby, then I began to wave and smile at him. He caught this smile, made it up to me and immediately turned and walked towards the phone to call my dad. I took a breath and began to look around. There were a lot of people, and everyone was in a hurry to land and fly away. It was already late. Finally everyone settled down, laid out their things, and I heard the engine start. He hummed and growled for a long time. I'm even tired of it.
I leaned back in my seat and quietly closed my eyes to doze off. Then I heard the plane move and I opened my mouth wide to stop my ears from hurting. Then a flight attendant came up to me, I opened my eyes - on her tray there were a hundred or a thousand small sour, and mint, candies too. My neighbor took one, then the second, and I immediately took heels and three, four or five more things. Still, the sweets are delicious, I’ll treat the kids from the class. They will take it willingly, because these candies are airy, from an airplane. Here you don’t want it, but you take it. The flight attendant stood and smiled: they say, take as much as your heart desires, we don’t mind! I began to suck the candy and suddenly felt that the plane was descending. I fell to the window.
My neighbor said:
- Look how quickly they arrived!
But then I noticed that many lights appeared below us ahead. I told my neighbor:
- Look, Moscow!
She began to look and suddenly began to sing in a bass voice:
- “My Moscow, beauty...”
But then a flight attendant came out from behind the curtain, the same one who was delivering candy. I was glad that now she would be giving out more. But she said:
— Comrade passengers, due to bad weather, the Moscow airport is closed. We flew back to Leningrad. The next flight will be at seven o'clock in the morning. Get settled in for the night as best you can.
Then my neighbor stopped singing. Everyone around made an angry noise.
People left the stairs and walked quietly home, only to come back in the morning. I couldn't go home calmly. I didn’t remember where Uncle Misha lived. I didn't know how to get to it. I had to stick to the company of those who had nowhere to sleep. There were a lot of them too, and they all went to the restaurant to have dinner. And I followed them. Everyone sat down at the tables. I sat down too. Took a seat. There was a long-distance pay phone nearby. I called Moscow. Who do you think picked up the phone? My own mother. She said:
- Hello!
I said:
- Hello!
She said:
— It’s hard to hear. Who do you need?
I said:
- Anastasia Vasilievna.
She said:
- It’s hard to hear! Maria Petrovna?
I said:
- You! You! You! Mom, is that you?
She said:
— It’s hard to hear. Speak separately, letter by letter.
I said:
- Um-ah, um-ah. Mom, it's me.
She said:
- Deniska, is that you?
I said:
— I’ll fly out tomorrow at seven o’clock in the morning. Our Moscow airfield is closed, so everything is fine. Let pe-a-pe-a ve-estretit em-en-me!
She said:
- He-are-ashe-o!
I said:
- Well, be ze-de-orove-a!
She said:
- Zhe-de-u! Dad will come out to meet you at seven sharp!
I hung up and my heart immediately felt light. And I went to dinner. I asked them to bring me cutlets with pasta and a glass of tea. While I was eating cutlets, I thought, seeing how wide, comfortable the chairs were: “Eh, it would be great to sleep on these chairs here.”
But while I was eating, a miracle happened: exactly half a minute later I saw that all the chairs, absolutely all of them, were occupied. And I thought: “It’s okay, no von baron, I’ll sleep on the floor!” Look how much space!”
Just miracles in a sieve! Half a second later I look - the whole floor is occupied: passengers, string bags, suitcases, sacks, even children, there’s simply nowhere to step. This is where I even got angry!
Then I went, stepping carefully between the sitting, lying and reclining people. I just went for a walk around the airport.
Walking among the sleeping kingdom was awkward. I looked at my watch. It's already half past eleven.
And suddenly I reached another door, on which was written: “Long-distance telephone.” And it immediately dawned on me! This is where you can have a great sleep. I quietly opened the felt-lined door. 
Stop! I had to jump away immediately: two people had already settled down there. Uncle. Officers. They looked at me, and I at them.
Then I said:
- Who are you?
Then one of them, the mustachioed one, said:
- We are foundlings!
I felt sorry for them, and I stupidly asked:
-Where are your parents?
The mustachioed man made a pitiful face and seemed to be crying:
- Please, I beg you, find me my dad!
And the second one, who was younger, laughed like a tiger. And then I realized that this mustachioed guy was joking, because he also laughed, and I started laughing after him. And now the three of us laughed. And they beckoned me towards them and made room. I felt warm, but cramped and uncomfortable, because the phone was ringing all the time and the light was burning brightly.
Then we wrote in large letters on the newspaper: “The machine doesn’t work,” and the young man turned out the light bulb. The calls have stopped, there is no light. A minute later, my adult friends started snoring so loudly that it was simply a miracle. It looked like they were sawing huge logs with huge saws. It was impossible to sleep.
And I lay there and kept thinking about my adventure. It turned out very funny, and I smiled all the time in the dark.
Suddenly a loud, completely sleepless voice rang out:
— Attention to passengers flying on the Leningrad-Moscow flight! The Tu-104 plane number 5248, flying unscheduled, takes off in fifteen minutes, at four hours and fifty-five minutes. Passengers board upon presentation of tickets from gate number two!
I instantly jumped up, as if disheveled, and began to wake up my neighbors. I told them quietly but clearly:
- Anxiety! Anxiety! Get up, they tell you!
They immediately jumped up, and the mustachioed one groped for and screwed in the light bulb.
I explained to them what was going on. The mustachioed military man immediately said:
- Well done, guy!
Now I’ll go with you on any reconnaissance mission.
- So you didn’t abandon your foundlings?
I said:
- What are you saying, how can you!
We ran to gate number two and boarded the plane.
There were no more beautiful female flight attendants, but we didn’t care. And when we took off, the military man, who was younger, suddenly burst out laughing.
- What are you doing? - the mustachioed man asked him.
“The machine doesn’t work,” he replied. - Ha-ha-ha! “The machine doesn’t work”!..
“They forgot to remove the inscription,” answered the mustachioed man.
About forty minutes later we landed safely in Moscow, and when we got out, it turned out that absolutely no one was meeting us.
I looked for my dad. He wasn't there... He wasn't anywhere.
I didn't know how to get home. I was just sad. At least cry. And I probably would have cried, but my friends from the night suddenly came up to me, one with a mustache and one who was younger.
Usatiy said:
- What, dad didn’t meet you?
I said:
- I didn’t meet you. The young man asked:
- When did you agree with him?
I said:
— I told him to come to the plane, which takes off at seven in the morning.
The young one said:
- All clear! There's a misunderstanding here. After all, we took off at five!
Usatii intervened in our conversation:
- If they meet, they won’t go anywhere! Have you ever ridden a goat?
I said:
- The first time I've heard! What kind of “goat” is this?
He replied:
- You'll see now.
And he and the young man waved their hands.
A small, stubby car, stained and dirty, pulled up to the entrance of the airport. The soldier driver had a cheerful face.
My military friends got into the car.
When they sat down there, I began to feel sad. I stood there and didn’t know what to do. There was melancholy. I stood there and that was it. The mustachioed man leaned out of the window and said:
- And where do you live?
I answered.
He said:
- Aliyev! Debt good turn deserves another?
He responded from the car:
- Exactly!
The mustachioed man smiled at me:
- Sit down, Deniska, next to the driver. You will know what a soldier's revenue is.
The driver smiled friendly. In my opinion, he looked like Uncle Misha.
- Sit down, sit down. I'll ride with the breeze! - he said hoarsely.
I immediately sat down next to him. It was fun in my soul. This is what military means! You won't be lost with them.
I said loudly:
- Coach Row!
The driver turned on the gas. We rushed.
I shouted:
- Hooray!
