Вадим Галыгин - В гостях у детского писателя - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hello, dear viewers. Today I am visiting the country with a wonderful children's writer who gave a wonderful childhood to more than one generation of children - I am visiting Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky. Roots?

- Yes!

- Korney, tell me, where did your work begin?

- Well, then my work began very simply. It began with a miracle-derer. I somehow walk along the country, I look-a miracle ... Well, then it was not a tree, a miracle bug, but then everything grew, there were more fruits, and I decided to become a children's writer. Still not letting go ...

- Tell me how it occurred to you, how could you write this “cockroach”?

- Everything is very simple! I am sitting somehow under a miracle war ...

- Well, of course, yes.

- He sat a little, and then a cockroach. Well, what am I doing? I take a magnifying glass and begin to watch the cockroach, study it ... well ...

- Hares!

- For what cotton wool? On a slipper! Tarakanov needs to be studied by a slipper! The cockroach crawls - on a slipper! - And study. I look at the slippers, and this cockroach is the same: “Waooaaaaaoooooo” - and for the hut. I am for the hut, and from there the cockroach is this: (Here, I think, everyone will remember the expression on Galygin's face, because it is impossible to write). And moves his own ...

- A mustache?

- What eggs? Mustache! She moves and says to me with his cockroach in the afterlife: "Write about me! Roots! Well write !!!". I - (...) - and write.

- Interesting interesting! It is very interesting. And how did you write Bibigon and Brundulyak?

- "Bibigon and Brundulyak." Everything is very simple. My neighbor's name is Bigon. Grandfather Bigon. Well, he is Petrushit and his grandmother, and the peasants of everyone in the village. So - bi beigon!

- Ah, well, bi, well, I see. Well, this is a Brundulyak turkey?

- What turkey? There was no turkey, this is a beautiful legend. There was a rooster. He really loved to dissolve his tail like that like a peacock. You go out - and such a beautiful legend in the yard. Somehow Bibigon comes out, looks in front of him and Kaaaak will give this rooster right in the pile! And all. He knocked out all his teeth, and instead of his teeth he has such ...

- Brundulyak!

- Brundulyak! This turkey cried - and for the hut. I come up, and he, a bitch, climbs like that and looks at me with his huge ...

- Eyes!

- What eggs? Eyes! I - (....) - and write.

- Tell me, but this is, here it is, this is how it ... The crocodile swallowed some sun ...

- Oh, this is the worst day in my life, that you, Lord ... I wake up under a miracle-drive, in the trash is simple. I pull my eyes - there are two suns in the sky. One thing is, with bent rays, such ... German! And the second normal is ours. In the form of a star. A star named Sun! And there is a crocodile. And, most importantly, to him in figs that it was German ... I have never seen the German sun before ... Crocodile goes past him and our sun - on! Swallowed - and for the hut. I am for the hut, and he is from there: (). All the crocodiles shine glowing ... and tells me: "Write! Write about me !!!". I - (....) - and write. Then there was a break, however, about ten years - I sat for a miracle -drive ... I realized my work and returned to a completely different person. I'm a children's writer, but an adult poet! He began to write works such as ... uh ... remember mine, short: "And the chanterelles took matches ...", remember? But I already chewed it because the pup did not. For adults, I simply wrote: "And they took the chanterelles ..." - and that’s it. Then the people read, the calls went: "What we do not catch up with anything!" I drove them to a miracle-derer ... But what they say? They had to hint. "And the chanterelles took matches" where are they stored?

- In the box!

- Quiet you! Well! And the chanterelles took matches, went to the sea and lit. It turns out that between the chanterelles such an “Open-Air” is such ... here. And I wake up, look - the sea is on! Yo! I’m there, and let's stew it with mushrooms, mushrooms, and dried mushrooms ... Then I look - I obviously scurry! I had to return to the house, take an iron and a pie to rehabilitate at least somehow there. Because the second time twenty le