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Lesson 61 B. S. ZHITKOV. "ABOUT THE MONKEY"
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Goals:
continue work on B. S. Zhitkov’s story “About the Monkey”; teach children to understand the depth of the content of the work; develop students’ thinking, expressive, literate speech.
During the classes
I. Organizational moment.
II. Checking homework.
Students expressively read their favorite passage from B. S. Zhitkov’s story “About the Monkey”, prepared at home, explaining their choice.
Then several students retell the part of the story they read at home in the 1st person.
– Whose retelling attracted your attention the most? How?
– What advice would you give to other storytellers?
Physical education minute
III. Learning new material.
– We parted with Yashka at the moment when he, having collected a full handful of sweets, happily, disappeared away.
The teacher and several students read the story to the end.
- Why did the boy decide to give Yashka away with the onset of spring? (Because Yashka tried to do the same thing as family members: he tried to clean the glass of the lamp, then he “turned the fire to full flame” so that soot flew in all directions; and once he ruined the hairstyle of one lady who “thought she was beautiful” .)
– How did spring affect Yashka? (He misbehaved even more and he really wanted to go to the yard, to freedom.)
- How did Yashka meet the storm of the yard - Kashtan? Read it.
Reading from the words: “And suddenly, out of nowhere, the whole pack of dogs, and Kashtan is ahead, straight towards Yashka...” to the words: “And Kashtan is at the gate from a terrible beast.”
– After what did Yakov become a “king in the courtyard”? (After the “angry and scratchy” yard cat ran away from him.)
– Read how Yashka defeated the cat?
Reading from the words: “And one evening Yashka was walking around the yard...” to the words: “And Yashka from the tree followed him: “Yay, yay!” - in some terrible, bestial voice, “I’ve never heard anything like that from him.”
– Why did you have to give Yashka away in the fall? (Because in the spring and summer, Yashka jumped around the yard all day long and the house became calmer, and with the onset of autumn, Yashka would again be at home all day long and frolic there, so everyone in the house said: “Wherever you want, put your monkey away or put it in a cage.” .)
– How did this story make you feel?
IV. Lesson summary.
– What did today’s lesson teach you?
– What did you think about?
– Whose work in class did you like the most?
Homework:
reread the part of B. S. Zhitkov’s story “About the Monkey” read in class (pp. 90–96, part 2); complete a drawing for your favorite part of the story.
Boris Zhitkov About the monkey
I was twelve years old and in school. One day during recess my friend Yukhimenko came up to me and said:
- Do you want me to give you a monkey?
I didn’t believe it - I thought he was going to pull some kind of trick on me, so that sparks would fly out of my eyes, and say: this is the “monkey.” I'm not like that.
“Okay,” I say, “we know.”
“No,” he says, “really.” Live monkey. She is good. Her name is Yashka. And dad is angry.
- On whom?
- Yes, on me and Yashka. Take it away, he says, wherever you want. I think it's best for you.
After classes we went to see him. I still didn't believe it. Did I really think I would have a live monkey? And he kept asking what she was like. And Yukhimenko says:
- You'll see, don't be afraid, she's small.
Indeed, it turned out to be small. If it stands on its paws, it will be no more than half an arshin. The muzzle is wrinkled, like an old woman, and the eyes are lively and shiny. Its fur is red and its paws are black. It’s like human hands in black gloves. She was wearing a blue vest.
Yukhimenko shouted:
- Yashka, Yashka, go, whatever I'll give you!
And he put his hand in his pocket. The monkey shouted: “Ay! ah!” - and in two leaps she jumped into Yukhimenka’s arms. He immediately put it in his overcoat, in his bosom.
“Let’s go,” he says.
I couldn't believe my eyes. We walk down the street, carrying such a miracle, and no one knows what we have in our bosom.
Dear Yukhimenko told me what to feed.
- He’s eating everything, come on. Loves sweets. Candy is a disaster! If he gets his way, he will definitely overeat. He likes his tea to be liquid and sweet. You're giving her a hard time. Two pieces. Don’t give him a bite: he’ll eat the sugar and won’t drink the tea.
I listened to everything and thought: I won’t spare her even three pieces, she’s so cute, like a toy man. Then I remembered that she didn’t have a tail either.
“Did you,” I say, “cut off her tail at the very root?”
“She’s a macaque,” says Yukhimenko, “they don’t grow tails.”
We arrived at our home. Mom and the girls were sitting at lunch. Yukhimenka and I walked in straight in our greatcoats.
I speak:
- Who do we have?
Everyone turned around. Yukhimenko opened his overcoat. No one had time to make out anything yet, but Yashka was about to jump from Yukhimenka onto his mother’s head; pushed with his legs and onto the buffet. I ruined my mother’s entire hairstyle.
Everyone jumped up and shouted:
- Oh, who, who is it?
And Yashka sat down on the sideboard and made faces, slurped, and bared his teeth.
Yukhimenko was afraid that they would scold him now, and quickly went to the door. They didn’t even look at him - everyone looked at the monkey. And suddenly the girls all began to sing in one voice:
- How pretty!
And mom kept fixing her hair.
- Where does it come from?
I looked back. Yukhimenka is no longer there. So, I remained the owner. And I wanted to show that I know how to handle a monkey. I put my hand in my pocket and shouted, as Yukhimenko did earlier:
- Yashka, Yashka! Go, I'll give you what!
Everyone was waiting. But Yashka didn’t even look - he began to itch slightly and often with his black little paw.
Until the evening, Yashka did not go downstairs, but jumped from top to bottom: from the sideboard to the door, from the door to the closet, and from there to the stove.
In the evening my father said:
“You can’t leave her like that overnight, she’ll turn the apartment upside down.”
And I started catching Yashka. I go to the buffet - he goes to the stove. I brushed him out of there and he jumped on the clock. The clock swayed and began to swing. And Yashka is already swinging on the curtains. From there - at the painting - the painting looked sideways - I was afraid that Yashka would throw himself at the hanging lamp.
But then everyone had already gathered and began to chase Yashka. They threw balls, spools, matches at him and finally drove him into a corner.
Yashka pressed himself against the wall, bared his teeth and clicked his tongue - he began to scare. But they covered him with a woolen scarf and wrapped him up, entangling him.
Yashka floundered and screamed, but they soon twisted him around so that only his head was left sticking out. He turned his head, blinked his eyes, and seemed like he was about to cry out of resentment.
You can't swaddle a monkey every night! Father said:
- Tie it down. For the vest and to the leg, to the table.
I brought the rope, felt the button on Yashka’s back, threaded the rope into the loop and tied it tightly. Yashka’s vest on the back was fastened with three buttons. Then I brought Yashka, wrapped up as he was, to the table, tied a rope to his leg, and only then unwound the scarf.
Wow, how he started jumping! But where can he break the rope? He screamed, got angry and sat down sadly on the floor.
I took sugar from the cupboard and gave it to Yashka. He grabbed a piece with his black paw and tucked it behind his cheek. This made his whole face twist.
I asked Yashka for a paw. He handed me his pen.
Then I noticed what pretty black nails she had on. Toy living pen! I began to stroke the paw and thought: just like a child. And tickled his palm. And the child tugs his paw - once - and hits me on the cheek. I didn’t even have time to blink, and he slapped me in the face and jumped under the table. He sat down and grinned. Here comes the baby!
But then they sent me to bed.
I wanted to tie Yashka to my bed, but they didn’t let me. I kept listening to what Yashka was doing and thought that he definitely needed to make a crib so that he could sleep like people and cover himself with a blanket. I would put my head on a pillow. I thought and thought and fell asleep.
In the morning he jumped up and, without getting dressed, went to see Yashka. There is no Yashka on the rope. There is a rope, a vest is tied to the rope, but there is no monkey. I look, all three buttons on the back are undone. It was he who unbuttoned the vest, left it on the rope, and tore himself. I search around the room. I spank with my bare feet. Nowhere. I was scared. How did you escape? I haven’t spent a day, and here you are! I looked at the cabinets, into the stove - nowhere. He ran away into the street. And it’s frosty outside—you’ll freeze, poor thing! And I myself became cold. I ran to get dressed. Suddenly I see something moving in my bed. The blanket moves. I even shuddered. Here he is! It was he who felt cold on the floor, and he ran away and onto my bed. Huddled under the blanket. But I was asleep and didn’t know. Yashka, half asleep, did not act shy, he gave himself into my hands, and I put the blue vest on him again.
When they sat down to drink tea, Yashka jumped up on the table, looked around, immediately found a sugar bowl, put his paw in and jumped on the door. He jumped so easily that he seemed to be flying without jumping. The monkey's feet had fingers like hands, and Yashka could grab with his feet. He did just that. He sits like a child, with his hands folded in someone’s arms, while he himself pulls something off the table with his foot.
He'll steal the knife and jump around with the knife. This is to be taken away from him, but he will run away. Yashka was given tea in a glass. He hugged the glass like a bucket, drank and smacked. I didn't skimp on the sugar.
When I left for school, I tied Yashka to the door, to the handle. This time I tied a rope around his waist so that he couldn’t fall off. When I came home, I saw from the hallway what Yashka was doing. He hung on the door handle and rode on the doors like on a carousel. He pushes off from the door frame and goes all the way to the wall. He pushes his foot into the wall and goes back.
When I sat down to prepare my homework, I sat Yashka on the table. He really liked to warm himself near the lamp. He dozed like an old man in the sun, swayed and, squinting, watched as I poked the pen into the ink. Our teacher was strict, and I wrote the page cleanly. I didn't want to get wet so as not to spoil it. Left it to dry. I come and see: Yakov is sitting on a notebook, dipping his finger into the inkwell, grumbling and drawing ink Babylons according to my writing. Oh, you rubbish! I almost cried with grief. He rushed at Yashka. Where! He stained all the curtains with ink. That’s why Yukhimenkin’s dad was angry with him and Yashka...
But once my dad got angry with Yashka. Yashka was picking off the flowers that stood on our windows. He rips off a leaf and teases. Father caught and beat Yashka. And then he tied him as punishment on the stairs that led to the attic. A narrow staircase. And the wide one went down from the apartment.
Here is the father going to work in the morning. He cleaned himself up, put on his hat, and went down the stairs. Clap! The plaster falls. Father stopped and shook off his hat. I looked up - no one. As soon as I started walking, bang, another piece of lime hit my head. What's happened?
And from the side I could see how Yashka was operating. He broke the mortar from the wall, laid it out along the edges of the steps, and lay down, hiding on the stairs, just above his father’s head. As soon as father went, Yashka quietly pushed the plaster off the step with his foot and tried it on so deftly that it was right on his father’s hat - he was taking revenge on him for the fact that his father had bullied him the day before.
But when real winter began, the wind howled in the chimneys, the windows were covered with snow, Yashka became sad. I kept warming him and holding him close to me. Yashka’s face became sad and saggy, he squealed and huddled closer to me. I tried to put it in my bosom, under my jacket. Yashka immediately settled down there: he grabbed the shirt with all four paws and hung like he was glued to it. He slept there without opening his paws. Another time you will forget that you have a living belly under your jacket and lean on the table. Yashka is now scratching my side with his paw: he’s letting me know to be careful.
One Sunday the girls came to visit. We sat down to have breakfast. Yashka sat quietly in my bosom, and he was not noticeable at all. At the end, sweets were distributed. As soon as I began to unwrap the first one, suddenly a furry hand stretched out from my bosom, right from my stomach, grabbed the candy and went back. The girls squealed in fear. And Yashka heard that they were rustling paper, and guessed that they were eating sweets. And I tell the girls: “This is my third hand; I put candy directly into my stomach with this hand so I don’t have to fuss for a long time.” But everyone already guessed that it was a monkey, and from under the jacket they could hear the crunching of the candy: it was Yashka gnawing and chomping, as if I were chewing with my stomach.
Yashka was angry with his father for a long time. Yashka reconciled with him because of the sweets. My father had just quit smoking and instead of cigarettes he carried small sweets in his cigarette case. And every time after dinner, my father opened the tight lid of the cigarette case with his thumb and fingernail, and took out candy. Yashka is right there: sitting on his knees and waiting - fidgeting, stretching. So the father once gave the entire cigarette case to Yashka; Yashka took it in his hand, and with the other hand, just like my father, he began to pick at the lid with his thumb. His finger is small, and the lid is tight and dense, and nothing comes of Yashenka. He howled with frustration. And the candies rattle. Then Yashka grabbed his father’s thumb and with his nail, like a chisel, began to pick off the lid. This made my father laugh, he opened the lid and brought the cigarette case to Yashka. Yashka immediately put his paw in, grabbed a full handful, quickly put it in his mouth and ran away. Not every day is such happiness!
We had a doctor friend. He liked to talk - it was a disaster. Especially at lunch. Everyone has already finished, everything on his plate is cold, then he’ll just pick at it and hastily swallow two pieces:
- Thank you, I'm full.
Once he was having lunch with us, he poked his fork into the potatoes and waved this fork - he said. I'm going crazy - I can't stop it. And Yasha, I see, climbs up the back of the chair, quietly crept up and sat down at the doctor’s shoulder. Doctor says:
“And you see, it’s just here...” And he stopped the fork with the potatoes near his ear - for just one moment. Yashenka quietly grabbed the potatoes with his little paw and took them off the fork - carefully, like a thief.
And the doctor goes on:
- And imagine... - And poked an empty fork into your mouth. He thought embarrassed, shook off the potatoes as he waved his arms, and looked around. But Yashka is no longer sitting in the corner and can’t chew the potatoes, he’s stuffed his whole throat.
The doctor himself laughed, but still was offended by Yashka.
Yashka was given a bed in a basket: with a sheet, blanket, and pillow. But Yashka did not want to sleep like a human being: he wrapped everything around himself in a ball and sat like a stuffed animal all night. They sewed him a little green dress with a cape, and he looked like a short-haired girl from an orphanage.
Now I hear a ringing in the next room. What's happened? I make my way quietly and see: Yashka is standing on the windowsill in a green dress, in one hand he has a lamp glass, and in the other there is a hedgehog, and he is furiously cleaning the glass with the hedgehog. He got into such a rage that he didn’t hear me enter. He saw how the glass was cleaned, and let’s try it ourselves.
Otherwise, if you leave him in the evening with a lamp, he will turn the fire on full flame; the lamp smokes, soot flies around the room, and he sits and growls at the lamp.
Trouble has happened to Yashka, at least put him in a cage! I scolded him and beat him, but for a long time I could not be angry with him. When Yashka wanted to be liked, he became very affectionate, climbed onto his shoulder and began searching his head. This means he already loves you very much.
He needs to beg for something - candy or an apple - now he climbs onto his shoulder and carefully begins to run his paws through his hair: he searches and scratches with his nails. He doesn’t find anything, but pretends to have caught the beast: he bites something off his fingers.
One day a lady came to visit us. She thought she was beautiful. Discharged. Everything is so silky and rustling. There is not a hairstyle on the head, but a whole arbor of hair twisted - in curls, in ringlets. And on the neck, on a long chain, is a mirror in a silver frame.
Yashka carefully jumped up to her on the floor.
- Oh, what a cute monkey! - says the lady. And let's play with the mirror with Yashka.
Yashka caught the mirror, turned it over, jumped onto the lady’s lap and began to try the mirror on his teeth.
The lady took the mirror away and held it in her hand. And Yashka wants to get a mirror. The lady casually stroked Yashka with her glove and slowly pushed him off her lap. So Yashka decided to please, to flatter the lady. Jump on her shoulder. He grabbed the lace tightly with his hind paws and took hold of his hair. I dug out all the curls and began to search.
The lady blushed.
- Let's go, let's go! - speaks.
Not so! Yashka tries even harder: he scrapes with his nails and clicks his teeth.
This lady always sat opposite the mirror to admire herself, and when she sees in the mirror that Yashka has disheveled her, she almost cries. I went to the rescue. Where there! Yashka grabbed his hair as hard as he could and looked at me wildly. The lady pulled him by the collar, and Yashka twisted her hair. I looked at myself in the mirror - a stuffed animal. I swung, scared Yashka, and our guest grabbed her head and - through the door.
“It’s a disgrace,” he says, “a disgrace!” “And I didn’t say goodbye to anyone.”
“Well,” I think, “I’ll keep it until spring and give it to someone if Yukhimenko doesn’t take it. I got so much punishment for this monkey!”
And now spring has come. It's warmer. Yashka came to life and did even more mischief. He really wanted to go out into the yard and be free. And our yard was huge, about the size of a tithe. In the middle of the yard there was a mountain of government coal, and around there were warehouses with goods. And the guards kept a whole pack of dogs in the yard to protect against thieves. The dogs are big and angry. And all the dogs were commanded by the red dog Kashtan. Whoever Kashtan growls at, all the dogs rush at him. Whoever Kashtan lets through, the dogs will not touch. And Kashtan was beating someone else's dog with his chest running. He’ll hit her, knock her off her feet, and stand over her, growling, but she’s afraid to move.
I looked out the window and saw that there were no dogs in the yard. Let me think, I’ll go and take Yashenka for a walk for the first time. I put a green dress on him so that he wouldn’t catch a cold, put Yashka on my shoulder and went. As soon as I opened the doors, Yashka jumped to the ground and ran across the yard. And suddenly, out of nowhere, the whole pack of dogs, and Kashtan in front, straight towards Yashka. And he, like a little green doll, stands small. I’ve already decided that Yashka is missing—they’ll tear him apart now. Kashtan leaned towards Yashka, but Yashka turned to him, crouched down, and took aim. Kashtan stood a step away from the monkey, bared his teeth and grumbled, but did not dare to rush at such a miracle. The dogs all bristled and waited for Chestnut.
I wanted to rush to the rescue. But suddenly Yashka jumped and at one moment sat on Kashtan’s neck. And then the wool flew off Chestnut in shreds. Yashka hit him in the face and eyes, so that his paws were not visible. Kashtan howled, and in such a terrible voice that all the dogs scattered. Kashtan started to run headlong, and Yashka sat, grabbed the wool with his feet, held on tightly, and with his hands tore Kashtan by the ears, pinched the wool into shreds. The chestnut has gone crazy: it rushes around the coal mountain with a wild howl. Yashka ran around the yard on horseback three times and jumped onto the coal as he went. I slowly climbed to the very top. There was a wooden booth; he climbed onto the booth, sat down and began scratching his side as if nothing had happened. Here, they say, I don’t care!
And Kashtan is at the gate from a terrible beast.
Since then, I boldly began to let Yashka out into the yard: only Yashka from the porch, all the dogs go into the gate. Yashka was not afraid of anyone.
Carts will arrive in the yard, the whole yard will be clogged, there will be nowhere to go. And Yashka flies from cart to cart. He jumps onto the horse's back - the horse tramples, shakes its mane, snorts, and Yashka slowly jumps over to the other. The cab drivers just laugh and are surprised:
- Look how Satan is jumping. Look! Wow!
And Yashka goes for bags. Looking for cracks. He sticks his paw in and feels what’s there. He finds where the sunflowers are, sits and immediately clicks on the cart. It happened that Yashka would find the nuts. He hits you on the cheeks and tries to grab them with all four hands.
But then Jacob found an enemy. Yes what! There was a cat in the yard. No one's. He lived at the office, and everyone fed him scraps. He grew fat and became as big as a dog. He was angry and scratchy.
And then one evening Yashka was walking around the yard. I couldn’t call him home. I see the cat came out into the yard and jumped onto the bench that stood under the tree. When Yashka saw the cat, he went straight to him. He crouches down and walks slowly on all fours. Straight to the bench and never takes his eyes off the cat. The cat picked up its paws, hunched its back, and got ready. And Yashka is crawling closer and closer. The cat widened his eyes and backed away. Yashka on the bench. The cat is still backing to the other edge, towards the tree. My heart sank. And Yakov crawls along the bench towards the cat. The cat had already shrunk into a ball and was all drawn up. And suddenly - he jumped, not on Yashka, but on a tree. He grabbed onto the trunk and looked down at the monkey. And Yashka still makes the same move towards the tree. The cat was scratched higher - he was used to saving himself in trees. And Yashka is up the tree, and still slowly, aiming at the cat with his black eyes. The cat climbed higher, higher, onto the branch and sat down on the very edge. He looks to see what Yashka will do. And Yakov crawls along the same branch, and so confidently, as if he had never done anything else, but only caught cats. The cat is already on the very edge, barely holding on to a thin branch, swaying. And Yakov crawls and crawls, tenaciously moving all four arms. Suddenly the cat jumped from the very top onto the pavement, shook himself and ran away at full speed without looking back. And Yashka from the tree followed him: “Yau, yau,” in some terrible, animal voice - I’ve never heard that from him.
Now Jacob has become a complete king in the courtyard. At home he didn’t want to eat anything, he just drank tea with sugar. And once I was so full of raisins in the yard that I could barely put them down. Yashka moaned, had tears in his eyes, and looked at everyone capriciously. At first everyone felt very sorry for Yashka, but when he saw that they were messing with him, he began to break down and throw his arms around, throw back his head and howl at different voices. They decided to wrap him up and give him castor oil. Let him know!
And he liked the castor oil so much that he started yelling for more. He was swaddled and not allowed into the yard for three days.
Yashka soon recovered and began rushing into the yard. I wasn’t afraid for him: no one could catch him, and Yashka jumped around the yard all day long. It became calmer at home, and I had less trouble with Yashka. And when autumn came, everyone in the house unanimously said:
- Wherever you want, put your monkey away or put it in a cage, and so that this Satan doesn’t run around the whole apartment.
They said how pretty she was, but now I think she’s become Satan. And as soon as the training began, I began to look in the class for someone who could fuse Yashka. He finally found a comrade, called him aside and said:
- Do you want me to give you a monkey? I'm alive.
I don’t know to whom he later sold off Yashka. But for the first time, after Yashka was no longer in the house, I saw that everyone was a little bored, although they didn’t want to admit it.
