Summary of the eccentric from. My reading diary

A funny story of Boris Zbanduto, a student of the sixth “B” grade of one of the Moscow schools. When leaving on a business trip to Siberia, my father entrusted me with buying a gift for my mother’s birthday - he himself did not have time to return for the holiday. So ten rubles fell into my hands. I exchanged ten the next day. My bosom friend Sashka Smolin did not believe that such big money was mine. To prove this, I took him to the cinema. But this story began with the return of Nastya Monakhova to our school. She left for a year - she left as an ugly duckling and returned as a beauty. Sasha and I fell in love with her at the same time. It was because of Nastya that I agreed to become the counselor of the first “A”. When our counselor entrusted me with this important task, the whole class laughed: what kind of counselor am I? Only Nastya said that raising kids to be exemplary Octobrists is a serious matter. These words made me agree. My mother, a physical education teacher and gymnast, was skeptical about this - she considered me a dunce. I myself very quickly forgot about my high mission as a counselor. Meanwhile, “our friendship with Sashka has reached a dead end because of Nastya.” When I talked to her, Sashka’s ruddy face became deathly pale, but my best friend appeared in nightmares. My baby came for me herself. I had to go into their class. I couldn’t remember them all, and rashly promised to reduce the entire first “A” into an automatic photograph. I began to get involved in the fuss with the October students after the big-eyed first-grader Natasha Morozova distracted me from the important football match “sixth B versus sixth A.” The girl was scared of the dog, and I had to take her home. On the way, I learned that Natasha’s mother had died, her father worked as a doctor in Africa, and Natasha herself lived with her retired grandmother. Sashka despised me for a long time because I abandoned the match, and “the first-graders completely defeated me.” I plunged headlong into the problems of the first “A”, while still managing to take Nastya for a walk and spend another ruble from my mother’s gift. Sashka and I decided to “look after Nastya under the cover of complete secrecy,<…>until she falls in love with one of us. The defeated one will proudly leave." It turns out that Nastya was joking when she talked about the importance of the counselor’s work. I even felt a little offended. One day one of my first graders asked me to button his pants. This was the last straw. I wrote a statement that “I am resigning from the high post of counselor because it interferes with my personal life.” Our counselor took my statement, but then my October students attacked me - they started asking me not to leave. In order not to succumb to pity, I began to remember how I separated the fighters and sewed up Natasha’s dress torn by a nail. To my surprise, “all these memories did not arouse in me either protest or indignation.” As a final farewell, I decided to take my students to automatic photography. Entering the first grade, I wrote about this on the board, and suddenly began to remember my first-graders, about their naive and lively faces. The next morning, I not only took the statement from the counselor, but also refused to go to the cinema with Nastya. Nastya went to the cinema with Sashka, and I plunged headlong into fussing with the Octobrists. I spent a few more rubles from the “gift” tenner on automatic photography and pies with jam. And after some time, a scandal broke out, “unexpected and grandiose. They suddenly decided to miserably remove me from the position of counselor.” Just that day I was supposed to take the kids to the circus. I wanted to go to the circus, but ended up with the director. Sitting in the waiting room, I remembered why all this happened. It started with Natasha being scared of a lizard that a classmate slipped into her desk. Then I decided to fight cowardice using scientific methods - I gathered the first-graders at my place and set up a “horror attraction” in a dark room. Streltsova is my “psycho”

A funny story of Boris Zbanduto, a student of the sixth “B” grade of one of the Moscow schools.

When leaving on a business trip to Siberia, my father entrusted me with buying a gift for my mother’s birthday - he himself did not have time to return for the holiday. So ten rubles fell into my hands. I exchanged ten the next day. My bosom friend Sashka Smolin did not believe that such big money was mine. To prove this, I took him to the cinema. But this story began with the return of Nastya Monakhova to our school. She left for a year - she left as an ugly duckling and returned as a beauty. Sasha and I fell in love with her at the same time. It was because of Nastya that I agreed to become the counselor of the first “A”. When our counselor entrusted me with this important task, the whole class laughed: what kind of counselor am I? Only Nastya said that raising kids to be exemplary Octobers is a serious matter. These words made me agree.

My mother, a physical education teacher and gymnast, was skeptical about this - she considered me a dunce. I myself very quickly forgot about my high mission as a counselor. Meanwhile, “our friendship with Sashka has reached a dead end because of Nastya.” When I talked to her, Sashka’s ruddy face became deathly pale, but my best friend appeared in nightmares.

My baby came for me herself. I had to go into their class. I couldn’t remember them all, and rashly promised to reduce the entire first “A” into an automatic photograph. I began to get involved in the fuss with the October students after the big-eyed first-grader Natasha Morozova distracted me from the important football match “sixth B versus sixth A.” The girl was scared of the dog, and I had to take her home. On the way, I learned that Natasha’s mother had died, her father worked as a doctor in Africa, and Natasha herself lived with her retired grandmother.

Sashka despised me for a long time because I abandoned the match, and “the first-graders completely defeated me.” I plunged headlong into the problems of the first “A”, while still managing to take Nastya for a walk and spend another ruble from my mother’s gift. Sasha and I decided to look after Nastya under the cover of complete secrecy until she falls in love with one of us. The defeated one will proudly leave.”

It turns out that Nastya was joking when she talked about the importance of the counselor’s work. I even felt a little offended. One day one of my first graders asked me to button his pants. This was the last straw. I wrote a statement that “I am resigning from the high post of counselor because it interferes with my personal life.” Our counselor took my statement, but then my October students attacked me - they started asking me not to leave. In order not to succumb to pity, I began to remember how I separated the fighters and sewed up Natasha’s dress torn by a nail. To my surprise, “all these memories did not arouse in me either protest or indignation.” Finally, I decided to take my students to automatic photography. Entering the first grade, I wrote about this on the board, and suddenly began to remember my first-graders, about their naive and lively faces. The next morning, I not only took the statement from the counselor, but also refused to go to the cinema with Nastya.

Nastya went to the cinema with Sashka, and I plunged headlong into fussing with the Octobrists. I spent a few more rubles from the “gift” tenner on automatic photography and pies with jam.

And after some time, a scandal broke out, “unexpected and grandiose. They suddenly decided to miserably remove me from the position of counselor.” Just that day I was supposed to take the kids to the circus. I wanted to go to the circus, but ended up with the director. Sitting in the waiting room, I remembered why all this happened. It started with Natasha being scared of a lizard that a classmate slipped into her desk. Then I decided to fight cowardice using scientific methods - I gathered the first-graders at my place and set up a “horror attraction” in a dark room. Streltsov my “psychotherapy” only the second time. At home she told her mother everything. She immediately went to the director, and along with this story, told him about two others.

One of them happened at the very beginning of my activity, when I visited the houses of my wards. The father of first-grader Tolik collected porcelain. The boy treated me to tea from the rarest collection cup, which I, of course, broke. I didn’t know how rare it was, so I collected the fragments and threw them away. A scandal broke out, which Streltsova Sr. soon learned about.

Another story happened among the Streltsovs. Then the senior members of the Streltsov family treated me without prejudice and calmly left their Zina in my care. Zina invited Natasha and Tolik, and the fun began. As a result, Zina's mother's new yellow skirt was stained with ink. I suggested repainting it. The stain did not disappear, but my relationship with Streltsova Sr. became very complicated.

As luck would have it, on the day the director found out about my exploits, I received five bad marks at once - Nastya was assigned to pull up those lagging behind, and I decided to take this place at all costs. Seeing these deuces, the director suddenly remembered that he had received a letter from the police about me. “The fact is that I was taken out of the pool with a scandal. I was there at a competition and whistled with two fingers.” But I whistled for a reason. I then decided to make athletes out of the first-graders, so I brought them to the pool. The angry coach forced us all to undress, but chose only Streltsova. I told him that “their business is poorly done” - they are losing the competition, and they refuse to take on young and healthy recruits. After this conversation there were exhibition competitions, at which I booed the swimmer of this very coach.

My teaching career was hanging by a thread when my first-graders burst into the principal’s office and began to defend and defend me. It was then that the director noticed a notebook in my hand, where I had pasted all the snapshots of my kids. He leafed through the notebook and left me as a counselor.

On this day I saw Streltsova Sr. again. We were getting ready to go to the circus and noticed that Genka didn’t show up. Having gone after him, I discovered that the boy was helping his cleaning mother shovel snow - he didn’t tell her about the circus. Then we all armed ourselves with shovels and began to help, and Streltsova Sr., passing by, called me an eccentric, as if she was cursing me. But I wasn’t offended by her, and we ended up going to the circus anyway, and I spent the rest of the treasured tenner on ice cream.

I never bought my mother a gift. I had to pretend that I forgot about my birthday. “I am completely confused both as a son and as a teacher.” The fact is that the teacher of my first-graders got sick, and I was assigned to guard the class during the test. I felt sorry for them and wrote a cheat sheet that everyone except Natasha used. She received the only bad mark in the class. Natasha is a truth-loving person, she didn’t cheat on principle, and when I reproached her, the girl stopped talking to me.

In the afternoon, dad called and demanded a report - what he bought for mom, when and where. I had to admit that I spent the money. I also boldly decided to admit to our new counselor that the first-graders cheated because of me. Sashka also gave me a surprise. Nastya found a bouquet of flowers in her desk and decided that Sashka had put them there. I had already decided that the time had come to “proudly retire,” when suddenly Sashka declared that he had nothing to do with it, and Nastya bought the flowers herself. Here I had to intervene and declare that I brought this unfortunate bouquet. After that, Sashka ran from me for a long time, “like a hare.” After that, I admitted the crime to the counselor and congratulated my mother over the phone.

In the department store where I tried to catch Sasha, I met our former counselor - she now worked as a saleswoman. I told her the whole story. She said that I had a teaching vocation and lent two rubles to my mother for flowers. Then I caught up with Sasha, we bought flowers and went to my place for a birthday cake.

It was quiet for several days. All the first-graders came to see me, except Natasha, and then I found out that the girl had appendicitis and was taken to the hospital. I told her grandmother that Natasha would be late at school, and then all of us were the first “A” to show up at the hospital. The surgeon was surprised, reassured me, and then winked - he, too, turned out to be an eccentric. I winked back and suddenly thought that it was because of the first “A” that I was “living a life that made me happy.”

Option 2

Leaving for Siberia, Zbanduto Sr. instructed his son to buy his mother a birthday present. So sixth-grader Boris got 10 rubles. Sashka did not believe that the money belonged to Borka, so he had to exchange ten and take his friend to the cinema.

After a year-long absence, Nastya Monakhova returned to school. She became prettier, and her friends fell in love with her at the same time. Because of this, friendship with Sashka reached a dead end. It was because of Nastya that Borka agreed to become the counselor of the first “A”. Everyone laughed, and she said: raising October children is a serious matter.

Borka’s mom was skeptical about the news: what kind of idiot is the counselor? However, the little one found a mentor herself and invited her to the class. The counselor couldn’t remember his charges, so he promised to take them in an instant photograph.

Once during a football match, first-grader Morozova asked the counselor to take her home. Borka left the field, the team was offended. After that, the counselor plunged headlong into the problems of the little ones. However, he found time for a walk with Nastya, spending another ruble.

Gradually, the fuss with the kids became more and more drawn out. Borka took them to a photo shop, bought some pies, spending a few more rubles. I was about to take my charges to the circus, but I ended up with the director: Genka Streltsova’s mother complained that Borka taught children to fight fear with a “horror attraction” set up in a dark room. At the same time, she told two other stories involving the counselor.

First-grader Tolik once treated his older friend to tea from a collectible porcelain cup, which Borka accidentally broke and threw away the pieces. Another story happened directly with the Streltsovs, who left little Zina in the care of a counselor. She invited friends around the yard and the yellow skirt of Streltsova the eldest turned out to be covered in ink. Borka suggested repainting the skirt. As a result, the stain did not disappear, and relations with the owners became complicated.

The counselor was unlucky: he wanted to make athletes out of the guys, but Borka was taken out of the pool with a scandal. I received five D's in the hope that Nastya would work with the lagging behind - inopportunely they called to the director. In general, my career was hanging by a thread when a little girl burst into the office and began to defend the counselor. The director liked the notebook with pasted-in photos of first-graders and he left Zbanduto as a counselor.

Then there was a trip to the circus, where Borka spent the rest of his money on ice cream. Before that, she and the guys helped clear the snow for Streltsova eldest, so that her Genka had time to go with everyone. She called the counselor a weirdo.

One day the teacher got sick. Borka was left to guard the class during the test. He wrote a cheat sheet for the first-graders. Only one girl did not want to cheat and received a bad mark.

When dad called, Borka honestly admitted: the money had been spent. He also boldly confessed to the senior counselor that he had written off a test because of him. Then he made peace with Sashka. With the money the counselor lent, the friends bought flowers and went to congratulate Borka’s mother.

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Summary of the Oddball from the Sixth “B” Zheleznikov

He clearly wanted to please her. And then she looked back and said the very words that pulled me into this story. Then it turned out that she was just joking.

What's funny here? - she said. - This is a serious matter.

For a second our eyes met, and suddenly, to my great surprise, I heard my own voice say:

I agree.

Unhappy Naduvato, I feel sorry for you! - Sashka was writhing with laughter.

Maybe you should shut up? - I asked. - A?

“Well, that’s good, Zbanduto,” said Nina. - We know your weaknesses, but we trust you. And you must justify this trust.

“You can rely on me,” I answered loudly and looked around the silent class triumphantly.

Think about what you will talk about with them at the first meeting. “For this we need some kind of find,” Nina warned.

On the way home, I thought about the first graders. We'll do a lot with them. You can, for example, switch to accelerated learning: three classes per year. There will be a fire! Everyone will be amazed. Maybe our school or even the whole country can use my method. You can also organize exercises for them during sleep. They will sleep and study at night, and walk during the day. Why not life?.. Ideas kept swarming in my head.

Let N. Monakhova now say that I am not interested in anything. Raising a modern person, preparing him for life in the twenty-first century is more important than playing a flute.

And then it dawned on me: I need to make a speech for the first meeting. This will be the same “find” that Nina spoke about.

As I walked, I pulled out a notebook from my briefcase and, stopping, quickly wrote: “Dear guys, pioneer organization...” For some reason I didn’t get any further, although the find itself seemed brilliant to me. And, unable to contain my joy, I ran home to tell my mother about everything.

Polina Kharitonyevna opened the door for me. Since I saved her from imminent death, she has been visiting us often: drinking tea or having lunch with us. She liked that from our windows she could clearly see who went where, who carried what, who was dressed how. Mom felt sorry for her and said that in her, in Polina Kharitonyevna, the remnants of the past were strong, that she was from a bourgeois environment. Of course, she is eighty years old.

Polina Kharitonyevna looked frightened, especially in this strange cloak that she pulled over herself. And at that moment, when she opened the door, inspiration struck me again, and I blurted out the continuation of my speech right in her face.

“Dear guys!” I shouted solemnly and solemnly. I was now beginning to understand Nina. “A pioneer organization known for its nobility...”

Something happened? - asked Polina Kharitonyevna, retreating.

It happened,” I answered.

What? - Polina Kharitonyevna was afraid of everything.

I was appointed a counselor! - I shouted and flew past her into the room to record the continuation of the speech.

She came in after me:

Counselors? You?

I tore a piece of paper out of my notebook and quickly began to write down the speech.

To first class “A,” I answered.

Well, Boka, now you will have to set an example for others.

“Don’t call me Boka anymore,” I asked, “I’m not little anymore.”

“Okay,” agreed Polina Kharitonyevna. - Maybe you can have lunch?

No,” I answered firmly, “I will compose a speech... and develop willpower.” A strong-willed person can achieve anything.

I leaned towards the table because I felt something dawn on me again.

At this time the front door slammed. Mom came. I ran out to meet her.

Mother! - I shouted. - I have a good news!

Quiet, quiet, don’t shout like that,” she asked.

“I was appointed as a counselor in the first grade,” I immediately switched to a whisper.

Mom pursed her lips skeptically. What a boring people adults are! I thought she would sway or at least smile. Well, never mind, when she finds out what I have in mind, she will believe in me.

Just don’t call me Boka again,” I warned and retired to my room.

The speech was written, and now, gently smoothing this precious paper, I learned it by heart.

- “Dear guys! The pioneer organization, known for its glorious deeds, sent me to you, our younger comrades...”

“What do you think,” answered Polina Kharitonyevna. - He promised to develop willpower.

My God! - Mom sighed. - What he didn’t promise to develop: willpower, memory, attentiveness, and not to lie, and not to fight, and, finally, to help me!

I decided to remind myself and shouted through the keyhole:

- “So that I can toughen you up and prepare a worthy replacement for us...” - My voice broke at the word “change”, and it didn’t turn out very nicely.

Nevertheless, I kept my eye on the well: Polina Kharitonyevna and my mother were clearly in front of me. Imagine, they dined with appetite while I suffered for the good of society. I opened the door indignantly.

“Ah, Boka,” said my mother. - Maybe you can still have lunch?

"Boca" again! - I was indignant. - I finally got tired of it.

But I sat down at the table. This speech made me very hungry.

After lunch I returned to my work. I scanned the speech and was pleased. But there is no mention of courage in it. I inserted the word “Courage” in several places.

Borka! - someone shouted outside the window. - Zbanduto!

“Ah-ah-ah, I’ve dragged myself!” I thought. “Well, shout, shout. Only now I have no time for you. I’m busy with serious business, these are not studies for the flute.”

“Dear guys! The pioneer organization, known for its courage, sent me to you, our younger comrades, courageous, courageous...” I continued to repeat one word, like a broken record player, clearly waiting to see whether Sashka would call me again or not.

No, he's not calling. Has he really left? Traitor! Abandons a friend in difficult times! To make sure that Sashka was really a traitor, I went to the window - we live on the first floor - and opened it.

Sashka stood in his usual place.

Well, are you coming soon? - he asked.

“Don’t bother me,” I replied. - I'm busy.

And what about me? - Sashka was surprised. - What should I do all alone?

Really. - I looked at his lean face, - what about you? - and, without hesitation, climbed out the window.

Due to a draft, the door opened wide at the wrong time, and my mother and Polina Kharitonyevna saw me sitting astride the windowsill.

Where are you going? - Mom screamed. - What about your speech?

“Nothing,” I answered, “even ministers read their speeches from paper,” and jumped down.

A few days later, when all the guys and I, by the way, had already forgotten that I had been appointed counselor, two little girls appeared in our class. Everyone, of course, immediately stared at them. This is an unusual event.

A funny story of Boris Zbanduto, a student of the sixth “B” grade of one of the Moscow schools.

When leaving on a business trip to Siberia, my father entrusted me with buying a gift for my mother’s birthday - he himself did not have time to return for the holiday. So ten rubles fell into my hands. I exchanged ten the next day. My bosom friend Sashka Smolin did not believe that such big money was mine. To prove this, I took him to the cinema. But this story began with the return of Nastya Monakhova to our school. She left for a year - she left as an ugly duckling and returned as a beauty. Sasha and I fell in love with her at the same time. It was because of Nastya that I agreed to become the counselor of the first “A”. When our counselor entrusted me with this important task, the whole class laughed: what kind of counselor am I? Only Nastya said that raising kids to be exemplary Octobrists is a serious matter. These words made me agree.

It turns out that Nastya was joking when she talked about the importance of the counselor’s work. I even felt a little offended. One day one of my first graders asked me to button his pants. This was the last straw. I wrote a statement that “I am resigning from the high post of counselor because it interferes with my personal life.” Our counselor took my statement, but then my October students attacked me - they started asking me not to leave. In order not to succumb to pity, I began to remember how I separated the fighters and sewed up Natasha’s dress torn by a nail. To my surprise, “all these memories did not arouse in me either protest or indignation.” As a final farewell, I decided to take my students to automatic photography. Entering the first grade, I wrote about this on the board, and suddenly began to remember my first-graders, about their naive and lively faces. The next morning, I not only took the statement from the counselor, but also refused to go to the cinema with Nastya.

Nastya went to the cinema with Sashka, and I plunged headlong into fussing with the Octobrists. I spent a few more rubles from the “gift” tenner on automatic photography and pies with jam.

Another story happened among the Streltsovs. Then the senior members of the Streltsov family treated me without prejudice and calmly left their Zina in my care. Zina invited Natasha and Tolik, and the fun began. As a result, Zina’s mother’s new yellow skirt was stained with ink. I suggested repainting it. The stain did not disappear, but my relationship with Streltsova Sr. became very complicated.

On this day I saw Streltsova Sr. again. We were getting ready to go to the circus and noticed that Genka didn’t show up. Having gone after him, I discovered that the boy was helping his cleaning mother shovel snow - he didn’t tell her about the circus. Then we all armed ourselves with shovels and began to help, and Streltsova Sr., passing by, called me an eccentric, as if she was cursing me. But I wasn’t offended by her, but we ended up at the circus anyway, and I spent the rest of the treasured tenner on ice cream.

In the department store where I tried to catch Sasha, I met our former counselor - now she worked as a saleswoman. I told her the whole story. She said that I had a teaching vocation and lent two rubles to my mother for flowers. Then I caught up with Sasha, we bought flowers and went to my place for a birthday cake.

It was quiet for several days. All the first-graders came to see me, except Natasha, and then I found out that the girl had inflamed appendicitis and was taken to the hospital. I told her grandmother that Natasha would be late at school, and then we were all first “A” to show up at the hospital. The surgeon was surprised, reassured me, and then winked - he also turned out to be an eccentric. I winked back and suddenly thought that it was because of the first “A” that I was “living a life that made me happy.”

Zheleznikov Vladimir Karpovich

"The Life and Adventures of an Eccentric" ("The eccentric from the sixth "B")(Tale - 127 pages)

The story “The Eccentric from the Sixth “B” was written at the dawn of V.K. Zheleznikov’s literary career (in 1962). Initially, it consisted of one story. Later the author wrote another one - “The Marriage of Uncle Shura.” Since then, both stories were combined into the cycle “The Life and Adventures of an Eccentric,” consisting of two parts: “Notebook with Photographs” and “The Marriage of Uncle Shura.”
(According to S.I. Ozhegov’s dictionary: an eccentric is a strange, wonderful person.)

The main characters are children.

The eccentric from 6 "B" Boris Zbanduto is the main character and narrator of both parts; it is around him that all the action takes place. He is a mischievous and merry fellow who has to solve important problems and, despite his disorganization and eccentric nature, he copes with this very well.

The eccentric's best friend and keeper of all his secrets in the first part is Sashka Smolin, and in the second - graphologist Kolya. But both friends are inferior to the main character in nobility and often commit meanness.

In the first story, Borya is in love with his classmate Nastya Monakhova.

First-grader Natasha Morozova is one of the main characters of both stories. She was afraid of dogs, but then she was able to overcome her fear. Being a very honest girl, Natasha was the only one in the class who refused to cheat on the test and received a bad mark. In the second story, she was very upset by the appearance of her stepmother, whom, although she loved, her father was jealous of her.

The main characters are adults.

Both stories are united around the main character - an adult - Aunt Olya, who is the conscience of the eccentric Boris. Borya constantly remembers her statements and runs to consult with her.

Another important female character is Nadezhda Vasilievna Morozova. She is beautiful, sophisticated and smart, but at the same time she is often uncompromising in her decisions.

Natasha Morozova's father is Uncle Shura, a slightly eccentric man, not like other doctors. He loves both his daughter and his new wife. However, after getting married, he began to devote little time to his daughter, which is why Natasha began to be jealous and tried to run away from home.

Plan for the story “Notebook with Photographs”:

1. Dad’s order is to buy a gift for mom’s birthday.
2. Going to the cinema is proof that ten rubles is personal money.
3. Agreeing to become the leader of the first “A” in order to please Nastya Monakhova.

4. Lost football match.

5. Automatic photography and pies with jam.
6. “Horror attraction” in a dark room and a visit to the director.
7. Five deuces and a letter from the police.
8. A notebook with photographs saved Boris’s “teaching career.”
9. Remains of the “gift” ten: circus and ice cream.
10. Cheating on an important test.
11. Flowers for mom.
12. The surgeon at the hospital also turned out to be an eccentric.

Outline for the story "The Marriage of Uncle Shura":

1. Moving to another area, new school.
2. Meeting a new friend Kolka.
3. Natasha Morozova and her father, Uncle Shura, are neighbors on the site.
4. Wedding of Uncle Shura and Nadezhda Vasilievna, broken glass.
5 Natasha’s grievances against Nadezhda Vasilievna, the disappearance of the puppy Baby.
6. Natasha’s thoughts about escaping.
7. Departure of Nadezhda Vasilievna.
8. Boris, on the advice of Aunt Olya, “reached out to the heart” of Nadezhda Vasilievna.
9. Natasha’s meeting with Nadezhda Vasilievna, the girl found a real, loving mother.

In the first story, the main character Borya Zbanduto often stands out for his bad behavior. It all started when Bori’s father went on a business trip and instructed him not only to act as his elder, but also to congratulate his mother on her birthday. He left his son ten rubles. At first Borka wanted to feel that this was his personal money, and he showed it off to his friend Sashka. Then Bori had a sponsored squad of first-graders. At first, he didn’t even care about these kids, and he agreed to such a job with only one goal - to appear in a favorable light in the eyes of the girl he liked, Nastya Monakhova. But seeing how the kids were drawn to him, he became involved in communication with them and “could not live without his subordinates.” Boryahe taught the first-graders to help each other, took them to the pool, invited them to the circus, and in the end spent some of the money his dad left on them. This was also accompanied by dyeing a skirt broken by a collection cup. And what did his psychotherapy session in a dark room and cheating on an important test cost? But in all these stories, Borya is an extraordinary inventor. He always wanted the children to have fun, but things didn’t always end well. But this is life, which means you can’t calculate everything, there will always be mistakes. The main thing is that the first-graders brought out all his best features in Bor. He is kind, fair, and knows how to admit his mistakes.
And the second story touches on a very serious topic. Borya helps his sponsored first-grader Natasha. Her mother died, her father decided to get married. Natasha's dad is a modest and smart man, but his new wife, who has become a stepmother, does not always cope fairly with the role of a mother. Natasha tries with all her heart to love her stepmother, but it doesn’t work. Because of this, the situation in the family becomes tense and unbearable. Borya takes care of Natasha in every possible way and does his best to establish peace in the girl’s inner spiritual world and tries to “reach out to the heart” of Nadezhda Vasilyevna.
Such an eccentric Borya Zbanduto is the hero of these two stories by Zheleznikov. His eccentricity lies in his desire to be different from everyone else, but at the same time remain a very kind, sensitive and attentive person. It’s good that the author raises the topic of growing up in these stories. At first, Boris was an ordinary teenager who loved to go out, play pranks and bully everyone, and did not like to study. But after he is appointed as a counselor, he begins to change. Aunt Olya helps him believe in himself and change with her wise words. And at the end of Borya, Zbanduto becomes kind and listens more often to Aunt Olya’s words.
Both storiesvery interesting, educational, and most importantly funny!!! I liked both parts, but the second, “The Marriage of Uncle Shura,” more. After all, in it the hero has already matured and acts as a wise peacemaker, trying to prevent fragile family happiness from breaking up, and for his little friend to find a real, loving mother, and not an evil stepmother.

“All people can change for the sake of someone or for themselves, you just have to want to.”
“The word must be protected, because it is sacred, it is capable of expressing thought. The person who speaks is a creator. Therefore, one should never chat. Chat degrades the word.”
From the statements of Aunt Olya.

QUIZ "YES - NO"

1. The first time Borya exchanged his father’s ten dollars for a movie, where he went with his friend Sasha. /YES/
2. Borya came up with a store for his dad called “Everything for Women”. /YES/
3. Borya bought a tube of yellow paint at a hardware store. /NO, with blue/
4. Nastya Monakhova studied with the guys until the fourth grade, and then left for two years. /NO, for one year/
5. To get rid of his interlocutor, Boris began to sneeze. /NO, he started to hiccup/
6. Boris’s friend Sasha played the flute. /YES/
7. Boris's father went to Africa. /NO, to Siberia/
8. The school principal's secretary was called White Rose. /NO, Tea Rose/
9. Boris broke a collection vase while visiting Tolik. /NO, cup/
10. In order for Nastya to catch up with Boris in his studies, he received five D’s in one day. /YES/
11. Zina Streltsova, one of the class, was taken to the basketball section. /NO, to the swimming section/

P.S. When I wrote the review, I learned that in 1972 the author Vladimir Zheleznikov wrote a script based on his story “The Eccentric from the Sixth “B””, which was made into a film at the Central Film Studio of Children's and Youth Films named after M. Gorky. The plot of the film remained unchanged , only now Borya was made a fifth grader, so the film is called “The Eccentric from the Fifth “B”.

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