Николай Носов - Фантазёры - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

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Then neighbor Igor came and sat down next to him on a bench. He listened, listened to Mishutka and Stasik, then said:

- They're lying! And aren't you ashamed?

- Why are you ashamed? “We are not deceiving anyone,” said Stasik. “We’re just making things up, like we’re telling fairy tales.”

- Fairy tales! - Igor snorted contemptuously. - Found something to do!

- And you think it’s easy to make things up!

- What’s easier!

- Well, think of something.

“Now...” said Igor. - Please.

Mishutka and Stasik were delighted and prepared to listen.

“Now,” Igor repeated. - Uh-uh... um... ahem... uh-uh...

- Well, why are you all “uh” and “uh”!

- Now! Let me see.

- Well, think, think!

“Uh-uh,” Igor said again and looked at the sky. - Now, now... uh...

- Well, why aren’t you making things up? He said - what could be simpler!

- Now... Here! One time I was teasing a dog, and she grabbed me by the leg and bit me. There's even a scar left.

- Well, what did you come up with here? - asked Stasik.

- Nothing. He told me how it happened.

- And he said - he’s a master of inventing!

- I am a master, but not like you. You all lie, but to no avail, but I lied yesterday, and it benefits me.

- What's the use?

- And here. Last night mom and dad left, and Ira and I stayed at home. Ira went to bed, and I went into the cupboard and ate half a jar of jam. Then I think: I wish I hadn’t gotten into trouble. I took Irka’s lips and smeared it with jam. Mom came: “Who ate the jam?” I say: "Ira." Mom looked and saw jam all over her lips. This morning she got some from her mother, and my mother gave me some more jam. That's the benefit.

- So, because of you, someone else got it, and you’re glad! - said Mishutka.

- What do you want?

- Nothing for me. But you, what is it called... Liar! Here!

- You yourself are liars!

- Leave! We don’t want to sit on the bench with you.

- I myself won’t sit with you.

Igor got up and left. Mishutka and Stasik also went home. On the way they came across an ice cream stand. They stopped, began to rummage in their pockets and count how much money they had. Both only had enough for one serving of ice cream.

“We’ll buy a portion and divide it in half,” Igor suggested.

The saleswoman gave them ice cream on a stick.

“Let’s go home,” says Mishutka, “we’ll cut it with a knife so that it’s accurate.”

- Let's go to.

On the stairs they met Ira. Her eyes were teary.

- Why were you crying? - asks Mishutka.

- My mother didn’t let me go for walks.

- For what?

- For the jam. But I didn’t eat it. It was Igor who told me about it. He probably ate it himself and blamed it on me.

- Of course, Igor ate it. He boasted to us himself. Don't cry. “Come on, I’ll give you my half portion of ice cream,” said Mishutka.

“And I’ll give you my half portion, I’ll just try it once and give it back,” Stasik promised.

- Don’t you want to do it yourself?

- We do not want. “We’ve already eaten ten servings today,” said Stasik.

“Let’s better divide this ice cream among three,” suggested Ira.

- Right! - said Stasik. - Otherwise, your throat will hurt if you eat the whole portion alone.

They went home and divided the ice cream into three parts.

- Delicious stuff! - said Mishutka. - I really like ice cream. One time I ate a whole bucket of ice cream.

- Well, you're making everything up! - Ira laughed. - Who will believe you that you ate a bucket of ice cream!

- So it was quite small, a bucket! It's like paper, no more than a glass...