Read the book for free I will not ask for forgiveness - Sophia Prokofieva. I will not ask for forgiveness (collection) (S. L. Prokofiev) Story I will not ask for forgiveness

Popular pump manufacturers

Here they are, two striking examples of mutual manipulation in this complex and delicately configured “mother-child” tandem: “I will die, and you will all cry!” - “Ask for forgiveness, otherwise...” Everything is so simple and so unbearably tragic. But suddenly it turns out that the manipulation itself is not at all interesting to the author. At this expressive moment, the author breaks off the conflict and deploys a deep and transparent pedagogical “methodology” for resolving it, which can be called “let the child understand his mistake himself.” Vasya offended his mother, and the Great Colds came to the city - this is how the boy’s great journey across a huge country called “experience” begins. And Vasya is helped on this journey by an old wizard and his overly mischievous cat.

Vasya is most likely five or five and a half years old, because his logic tells him that if asking for forgiveness is embarrassing, then you just need to replace the object of the unpleasant influence, and everything will fall into place. The psychological move is well known to all of us: I close my eyes, and lo and behold, no one sees me anymore - I’m hiding! However, Vasya is not quite able to close his eyes. The first new “mother,” the owner of a long dachshund dog, turns out to be not so good (despite the dog!), because she suddenly turns into eight hyper-caring mothers who vying with each other to raise Vasya.

“A person doesn’t need so many mothers. After all, you have to love your mother,” the boy reasons and goes in search of his next mother. She turns out to be a kind ice cream saleswoman, who was also a “smart ice cream saleswoman”: she understands that Vasya chose her only because of his love for this sweetness. “Or maybe you want me to be your mother because of the ice cream? It’s a shame for me,” she says. And Vasya becomes ashamed. The first time in all our acquaintance with him. And it seems that the boy has already understood everything and is about to return home. But the lesson is not over yet.

Vasya continues his search and meets with his deceiving mother in the form of a Fox and with an irresponsible Mother Bear. None of them suit Vasya. “Do you think it’s easy to be a mother? Is mom lying? You won’t make a mother!” he says to Lisa. And the fallen Bear, of course, no longer heard Vasino: “And my mother always lays me down first, and then lies down herself.”

Here are the first real conclusions. But are they the goal of the story started by Prokofieva? “I will not ask for forgiveness” is a multi-level book, having several layers of reading and understanding. The “baby” layer contains clear, understandable and clear instructions for behavior that are so necessary for the little ones: “You can’t be rude to mom.” A fairy-tale setting with a wizard and miracles is just the right technique in presenting this truth to a child.

A deeper layer is a conversation about what forgiveness is. Do you need to ask for forgiveness? The author seems to be clearly saying yes. But, having dug a little deeper, the little reader understands that this is not about the hypocritical formula already known to him: “forgive me, please, I won’t do that again,” pronounced on one note and only for the sake of making parents quickly got rid of it. This kind of forgiveness is really very easy to ask for. But it doesn't teach anything. The author is trying to show the child that forgiveness is, first of all, living and understanding the consequences of one’s actions. So a boy, after a quarrel with his mother, is left alone. For a small child this is something completely unbearable, bordering on disaster! The Old Horse, who sheltered the boy in her house, in a conversation with him raises this very difficult topic of loneliness. “Why live if no one needs you?” the Horse asks Vasya. This layer of the book will be understandable to older children and can become the starting point for a great conversation about the importance of communication, about loved ones, about care, mutual assistance and acceptance of another person.

An adult reader in this wonderful book will find a wonderful lesson in wisdom and tolerance, the ability to let a child go in time, to give him freedom of choice and action. Vasya’s mother did not “stand up” at the door, did not insult her son with meaningless prohibitions, threats and base blackmail. She gave him an invaluable opportunity to understand everything for himself!

This book is also about home and the ability to wait. And, of course, about the value of family, about the importance of good relationships with relatives. Throughout the entire story, Vasya’s mother, despite mutual insults, is invisibly next to her son. She remains such a warm beacon, constantly flashing in his memory during his search for the “ideal” mother. Home is that island in the bottomless ocean of life where you are always welcome, always warm, understood and accepted for who you are. This message is very important for the little reader. But that's not all.

On the very last pages of the book, Vasya still gets a rocking horse. The old Horse turned into it and brought the frozen boy home. Why did the author need this line, which is not entirely clear from a “pedagogical” point of view (“we indulge our whims”)? But this is so clear to every child! Dreams should come true. And the fulfillment of even the smallest dream is a prelude to happiness. This is precisely the main task posed by Sofia Prokofieva in the book “I will not ask for forgiveness!” - teach the child to be in harmony with himself and his loved ones. Because this is exactly what happiness is.

Julia Bebeher

Once upon a time there lived a boy named Vasya. He had a lot of toys. They were everywhere: under the table and behind the closet. And even under the bed.

But one morning Vasya woke up and wanted another rocking horse.

“I want a rocking horse,” said Vasya.

- I want a rocking horse! - Vasya shouted.

– I want a rocking horse!!! – Vasya stamped his feet.

“Well, son,” said the mother, “wait a little, there is no money now.”

- Well, yes, there is no money! – Vasya shouted with offense. - For sugar. There are some for cutlets. But the most important thing is that you don’t have it. You're just being greedy! Yes!

At that same moment the window opened with a knock and a cold wind rushed in from the street.

The room became as cold as outside.

“Now ask for forgiveness for your rude words,” said my mother.

- I won’t ask for forgiveness! - Vasya shouted, grabbed his coat and hat and ran out of the house.

Vasya was sitting on a bench in the yard.

Thick snow was falling from the sky.

Vasya did not know that the Great Colds had come to his city. And the Great Colds come whenever someone quarrels with their mother.

The snow kept falling and falling.

“It’s very shameful to ask for forgiveness,” thought Vasya. - I won’t do it for anything. I'd rather not return home. Maybe I'll find another mother. Even better."

To tell the truth, Vasya didn’t want another mother at all. After all, his mother was not any mother at all. It was HIS mom.

But asking for forgiveness... Well, no!

Vasya sat on the bench for a little longer. His arms and legs were numb.

Vasya crawled off the bench and walked out of the yard. When he was already approaching the gate, the radio spoke loudly:

“Listen! Listen! Listen!.. A man quarreled with his mother! The man quarreled with his mother! This disaster happened in our city. And now the Great Cold has come to our city! Attention! Attention!.. The Great Colds have come to our city!..”

But Vasya didn’t hear this anymore. Only the old sparrow sitting on a post could barely make out a few words. He got nervous, grumbled and flew to his sparrow to tell her not to fly away from the warm chimney under any circumstances. After all, she is not little and must understand: the Great Colds are not to be trifled with.

Vasya was walking down the street. On the corner he saw a very long dachshund. She looked like a sausage on four legs.

The dachshund was led on a harness by an aunt in a gray fur coat. And suddenly this aunt, passing by Vasya, whispered:

– Do you want me to be your mother?

Vasya looked at his aunt and saw that this aunt was very good. And most importantly, she has such a nice long dog.

“Well, if you take a new mother, then with a dog,” he thought and said quietly:

Vasya said this very quietly. And then the wind began to hum. Cold snow hit Vasya in the face.

Aunt grabbed Vasya by the hand and ran briskly down the street, saying:

– I’ve wanted a son like this for a long time!

When Vasya and Aunt entered the apartment, they saw that there was a snowdrift on the sofa. There is a snowdrift near the closet. There is a mountain of snow on the table. Snowflakes flicker and swirl in the air.

The long dog ran across the room, digging its paws into the snow.

“Nothing, nothing, son,” said the aunt in a gray fur coat. - We'll clean everything up now.

She brought basins and buckets, and they began to remove the snow from the room. But there was so much snow that it almost didn’t decrease.

“The two of us won’t be able to bear this snow for the rest of our lives,” he thought sadly. – If only there were more mothers like this. Well, at least four or five.”

He barely had time to think this when four more identical women in gray fur coats entered the room. Exactly the same. One to one. Vasya dropped his basin in amazement.

All the aunts in gray fur coats began to quickly take out the snow. One was shoveling snow from under the sofa. Another deftly knocked icicles off the chandelier. The snowdrifts began to quickly decrease. A long dog ran freely across the floor.

- Well, that's all, son! – the aunts in gray fur coats said in unison and smiled at Vasya.

- Son, go, I’ll kiss you! – one aunt called affectionately.

- Son, go, I’ll wipe your nose! - said the second aunt in a gray fur coat.

- Son, you forgot to drink fish oil! - said the third.

“Son, play with the dog for now,” said the fourth.

- Son, take off your galoshes! - said the fifth.

They all grabbed Vasya tightly and began to pull him in different directions.

Sofia Prokofieva

I will not ask for forgiveness (collection)

* * *

I won't ask for forgiveness

Once upon a time there lived a boy named Vasya. He had a lot of toys. They were everywhere: under the table and behind the closet. And even under the bed.

But one morning Vasya woke up and wanted another rocking horse.

“I want a rocking horse,” said Vasya.

- I want a rocking horse! - Vasya shouted.

– I want a rocking horse!!! – Vasya stamped his feet.

“Well, son,” said the mother, “wait a little, there is no money now.”

- Well, yes, there is no money! – Vasya shouted with offense. - For sugar. There are some for cutlets. But the most important thing is that you don’t have it. You're just being greedy! Yes!

At that same moment the window opened with a knock and a cold wind rushed in from the street.

The room became as cold as outside.

“Now ask for forgiveness for your rude words,” said my mother.

- I won’t ask for forgiveness! - Vasya shouted, grabbed his coat and hat and ran out of the house.

Vasya was sitting on a bench in the yard.

Thick snow was falling from the sky.

Vasya did not know that the Great Colds had come to his city. And the Great Colds come whenever someone quarrels with their mother.

The snow kept falling and falling.

“It’s very shameful to ask for forgiveness,” thought Vasya. - I won’t do it for anything. I'd rather not return home. Maybe I'll find another mother. Even better."

To tell the truth, Vasya didn’t want another mother at all. After all, his mother was not any mother at all. It was HIS mom.

But asking for forgiveness... Well, no!

Vasya sat on the bench for a little longer. His arms and legs were numb.

Vasya crawled off the bench and walked out of the yard. When he was already approaching the gate, the radio spoke loudly:

Vasya was walking down the street. On the corner he saw a very long dachshund. She looked like a sausage on four legs.

The dachshund was led on a harness by an aunt in a gray fur coat. And suddenly this aunt, passing by Vasya, whispered:

– Do you want me to be your mother?

Vasya looked at his aunt and saw that this aunt was very good. And most importantly, she has such a nice long dog.

“Well, if you take a new mother, then with a dog,” he thought and said quietly:

Vasya said this very quietly. And then the wind began to hum. Cold snow hit Vasya in the face.

Aunt grabbed Vasya by the hand and ran briskly down the street, saying:

– I’ve wanted a son like this for a long time!

The long dog ran across the room, digging its paws into the snow.

“Nothing, nothing, son,” said the aunt in a gray fur coat. - We'll clean everything up now.

She brought basins and buckets, and they began to remove the snow from the room. But there was so much snow that it almost didn’t decrease.

“The two of us won’t be able to bear this snow for the rest of our lives,” he thought sadly. – If only there were more mothers like this. Well, at least four or five.”

He barely had time to think this when four more identical women in gray fur coats entered the room. Exactly the same. One to one. Vasya dropped his basin in amazement.

- Well, that's all, son! – the aunts in gray fur coats said in unison and smiled at Vasya.

- Son, go, I’ll kiss you! – one aunt called affectionately.

- Son, go, I’ll wipe your nose! - said the second aunt in a gray fur coat.

- Son, you forgot to drink fish oil! - said the third.

“Son, play with the dog for now,” said the fourth.

- Son, take off your galoshes! - said the fifth.

They all grabbed Vasya tightly and began to pull him in different directions.

Vasino’s coat crackled. The long dog barked sadly.

Vasya escaped from their hands and rushed into the hallway. The women in gray fur coats, pushing each other, rushed after him.

They caught up with him in the hallway, surrounded him and spoke even faster, all together:

- Drink the dog!

- Play with your galoshes!

- Take off your nose!

– Kiss the fish oil!

Vasya jumped out onto the stairs and slammed the door.

“No,” he muttered in horror, “a person doesn’t need so many mothers.” After all, you need to love your mother. How can you love them all at once? You'll get confused. No, I don't want...

The wind was blowing along the street.

The wind began to undress Vasya: pull off his hat, take away his scarf, and roll up the tails of his coat.

Vasya quickly turned into the alley.

“Maybe it’s not so cold there!” - he thought.

But it was not there!

Vasya completely bent over. He even covered his face with his sleeve. So he walked and walked and ran straight into the ice cream saleswoman. And her wonderful blue box on wheels.

- Ice cream! Ice cream! Creamy! Chocolate! Ice cream in cups!.. – the saleswoman shouted.

Vasya looked at her and immediately realized that she was a very good ice cream saleswoman. Kind and cheerful.

He thought:

“It’s great when mom walks around the apartment and says all the time: “Creamy!” Chocolate! Ice cream in cups!”

Current page: 1 (book has 1 pages in total)

Sofia Prokofieva
I will not ask for forgiveness (collection)

* * *

I won't ask for forgiveness

Chapter 1

Once upon a time there lived a boy named Vasya. He had a lot of toys. They were everywhere: under the table and behind the closet. And even under the bed.

But one morning Vasya woke up and wanted another rocking horse.

“I want a rocking horse,” said Vasya.

- I want a rocking horse! - Vasya shouted.

– I want a rocking horse!!! – Vasya stamped his feet.

“Well, son,” said the mother, “wait a little, there is no money now.”

- Well, yes, there is no money! – Vasya shouted with offense. - For sugar. There are some for cutlets. But the most important thing is that you don’t have it. You're just being greedy! Yes!

At that same moment the window opened with a knock and a cold wind rushed in from the street.

The room became as cold as outside.

“Now ask for forgiveness for your rude words,” said my mother.

- I won’t ask for forgiveness! - Vasya shouted, grabbed his coat and hat and ran out of the house.

Chapter 2

Vasya was sitting on a bench in the yard.

Thick snow was falling from the sky.

Vasya did not know that the Great Colds had come to his city. And the Great Colds come whenever someone quarrels with their mother.

The snow kept falling and falling.

“It’s very shameful to ask for forgiveness,” thought Vasya. - I won’t do it for anything. I'd rather not return home. Maybe I'll find another mother. Even better."

To tell the truth, Vasya didn’t want another mother at all. After all, his mother was not any mother at all. It was HIS mom.

But asking for forgiveness... Well, no!

Vasya sat on the bench for a little longer. His arms and legs were numb.

Vasya crawled off the bench and walked out of the yard. When he was already approaching the gate, the radio spoke loudly:

Chapter 3

Vasya was walking down the street. On the corner he saw a very long dachshund. She looked like a sausage on four legs.

The dachshund was led on a harness by an aunt in a gray fur coat. And suddenly this aunt, passing by Vasya, whispered:

– Do you want me to be your mother?

Vasya looked at his aunt and saw that this aunt was very good. And most importantly, she has such a nice long dog.

“Well, if you take a new mother, then with a dog,” he thought and said quietly:

Vasya said this very quietly. And then the wind began to hum. Cold snow hit Vasya in the face.

Aunt grabbed Vasya by the hand and ran briskly down the street, saying:

– I’ve wanted a son like this for a long time!

The long dog ran across the room, digging its paws into the snow.

“Nothing, nothing, son,” said the aunt in a gray fur coat. - We'll clean everything up now.

She brought basins and buckets, and they began to remove the snow from the room. But there was so much snow that it almost didn’t decrease.

“The two of us won’t be able to bear this snow for the rest of our lives,” he thought sadly. – If only there were more mothers like this. Well, at least four or five.”

He barely had time to think this when four more identical women in gray fur coats entered the room. Exactly the same. One to one. Vasya dropped his basin in amazement.

- Well, that's all, son! – the aunts in gray fur coats said in unison and smiled at Vasya.

- Son, go, I’ll kiss you! – one aunt called affectionately.

- Son, go, I’ll wipe your nose! - said the second aunt in a gray fur coat.

- Son, you forgot to drink fish oil! - said the third.

“Son, play with the dog for now,” said the fourth.

- Son, take off your galoshes! - said the fifth.

They all grabbed Vasya tightly and began to pull him in different directions.

Vasino’s coat crackled. The long dog barked sadly.

Vasya escaped from their hands and rushed into the hallway. The women in gray fur coats, pushing each other, rushed after him.

They caught up with him in the hallway, surrounded him and spoke even faster, all together:

- Drink the dog!

- Play with your galoshes!

- Take off your nose!

– Kiss the fish oil!

Vasya jumped out onto the stairs and slammed the door.

“No,” he muttered in horror, “a person doesn’t need so many mothers.” After all, you need to love your mother. How can you love them all at once? You'll get confused. No, I don't want...

Chapter 4

The wind was blowing along the street.

The wind began to undress Vasya: pull off his hat, take away his scarf, and roll up the tails of his coat.

Vasya quickly turned into the alley.

“Maybe it’s not so cold there!” - he thought.

But it was not there!

Vasya completely bent over. He even covered his face with his sleeve. So he walked and walked and ran straight into the ice cream saleswoman. And her wonderful blue box on wheels.

- Ice cream! Ice cream! Creamy! Chocolate! Ice cream in cups!.. – the saleswoman shouted.

Vasya looked at her and immediately realized that she was a very good ice cream saleswoman. Kind and cheerful.

He thought:

“It’s great when mom walks around the apartment and says all the time: “Creamy!” Chocolate! Ice cream in cups!”

Vasya came closer to the saleswoman. But the wind was already right there. Now he was not one step behind Vasya. A windy wind began to circle around Vasya and the ice cream saleswoman and sprinkle them with prickly snow.

- Fathers! - the saleswoman shouted, stamping her feet and blowing on her fingers. “Who’s going to eat my ice cream in this cold weather?”

“You... don’t want... to become mine...” Vasya whispered.

- Your mother? Yes? – the ice cream saleswoman said joyfully, as if this was just what she had been waiting for.

The saleswoman squatted down next to Vasya and looked into his eyes.

“But maybe you want me to be your mother because of the ice cream?” – she asked. – It’s a shame for me.

Vasya felt very ashamed. He backed away and ran away past the snow-covered fence.

- Creamy! Chocolate! Ice cream in cups! – he heard behind him.

Vasya walked for a long time along long streets and alleys, not knowing where he was going.

“I’ll go into some house and warm myself up,” thought Vasya. “At least I’ll stand on the stairs.”

But there were no houses in sight, and nothing was visible. Only large white snowflakes swirled before my eyes, and the frost did not allow me to stand still. To warm up at least a little, Vasya ran.

So he ran and ran and suddenly ran into a large tree. Vasya looked around. There were white trees all around.

Chapter 5

- Got lost! - Vasya whispered. - I got into the forest!

It was even colder in the forest than in the city.

The wind blew huge snowdrifts. Vasya was so small, and the snowdrifts were so big.

He walked somewhere between the snowdrifts.

Vasya became scared. And fear makes you even colder, even chillier.

Suddenly a large red Fox came out from behind a snowdrift.

Vasya immediately saw that this was not an ordinary fox, not like the one in the zoo.

“I would like a good son,” she suddenly said. - I am a beautiful Fox, but I don’t have a son.

- He's talking! – Vasya was surprised.

He would probably have been even more surprised if he hadn't been so cold. Vasya was already so cold that all the surprise in him froze.

And the red Fox began to walk around him and twirl her beautiful tail.

“If I had a son, I would cook porridge...” said the Fox, looking to the side.

“Maybe we should go see her for a while? – Vasya thought, shaking from the cold. “I’ll warm up and eat some porridge.”

And Lisa seemed to guess what Vasya was thinking about.

- That’s good, my little fox. Now you and I will collect firewood. Stretch out your hands, and I will lay down the wood. Poles, firewood, sticks, slivers, twigs, twigs!.. - the Fox sang.

“Now let’s go, my son,” said the Fox. “You’ll carry the wood half the way, I’ll carry it half the way.” That birch tree over there will be just halfway.

They reached the birch tree.

“Oh, son,” sighed the Fox, “I was mistaken.” The halfway point is not here, but by that old oak tree. Carry on.

Vasya carried the firewood to the old oak tree, and the Fox said:

- No, son, half the way is by that pine tree. Carry on.

Vasya barely made it to the pine tree. The firewood is heavy and is pulled downwards. Your hands are about to come off.

end of introductory fragment

Attention! This is an introductory fragment of the book.

If you liked the beginning of the book, then the full version can be purchased from our partner - the distributor of legal content, LitRes LLC.

Read the book for free I will not ask for forgiveness - Sophia Prokofieva. I will not ask for forgiveness (collection) (S. L. Prokofiev) Story I will not ask for forgiveness

Sofia Prokofieva
I will not ask for forgiveness (collection)

* * *

I won't ask for forgiveness

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Popular articles

Latest articles

Sections

Pages

Special projects

Contacts