Gianni Rodari - Unidentified aircraft: A fairy tale. Technical Tales - Pentegov D

The Tale of the Airplane October 16th, 2011

Airplane Grin was very fond of flying.

Him best friend- Uncle the captain, who all the time told the airplane what to do and how.

And there was a stewardess girlfriend who knew that two exits were located in the front, 2 emergency exits on the wing plane, and 2 exits in the tail section of Grini. She always had to smile beautifully so that the people who were transported by the airplane were joyful.

Grini had many more different friends at the airport - the same airplanes that flew everywhere and even to Antananarivo.

Once the uncle pilot told Gritsepuzik that they were flying to Paris today. And Grinya was very happy, because there is nothing more pleasant than flying to Paris, because if you don’t fly to Paris, then why is it needed, this Paris?

A bus drove up - another friend of the airplane. He brought people who also wanted to fly to Paris. And they were also very happy.

Everyone sat down comfortably, fastened their seat belts, the airplane gained strength, accelerated very, very strongly and flew off.

Everything was fine, Gritsepuzik did not indulge and behaved calmly. The stewardess distributed fish and meat to everyone, and the passengers ate deliciously. And who ate everything, the stewardess poured more tea with milk and gave a piece of halva.

They flew well. Part of the way the plane passed over the sea. And everyone was smiling because the sea was beautiful.

But suddenly the plane began to shake. They fell into a cloud from which it was raining. Uncle Captain said that this happens in the air and there is no need to worry. But everyone began to worry, blush, sweat, and some even began to cry.

And then Grin's airplane thought and said that if someone is afraid that a vase made of Czech glass will break in their suitcase, then this is not a problem.

And it doesn't matter at all if people are afraid of being late for Paris.

And if the passengers are afraid that they will all die, then this is not true. Because they fly over the sea, and falling into the water does not hurt, and no one, even the most whiny girl, is afraid to fly over the sea.

And all the passengers happily remembered the sea and calmly looked into the portholes.

Grinya said that people built airplanes only to see what was above the clouds. And to see the rain, and the sunrise, and where it goes at night, and where the lightning comes from, and who sits up there, to see the ice floe from which the snowflakes break off, to find out what the birds see, and so that the stars become closer. And if you don’t see all this, then people built airplanes in vain. But because you can eat in restaurants and it tastes better there, and it’s more convenient to sleep in a crib, and it’s much faster to watch pictures from Paris on TV. And airplanes - to see the rain and the sun, and there is no need anymore.

And the passengers realized that they had never seen anything more beautiful than this cloud from which it was raining. And they said thank you to the plane. And for a long, long time they looked at different clouds and clouds. And they were not afraid to be late anywhere, and fall, and for a vase of Czech glass. Because that Paris stood for two thousand years and will stand and wait while people look at the rain.

And then the rain stopped, and it was time to fly on.

And he sat down not somewhere in Paris, but in the most beautiful clearing, where the most beautiful flowers bloomed after the rain.

And all the happiest people in the world got out of the plane and everyone said thanks to the plane and the uncle captain and the smiling stewardess, because they saw the sun, and the rain, and what the birds see.

And everyone was happy and walked around Paris, and only the plane got sick, because it flew for a long time in the rain.

All night the most intelligent engineer Tarasov came up with a cure for the poor airplane.

He had no idea about his ability to fly. When the small grumbling Tractor pulled him out of the huge factory gates of the assembly shop, he rejoiced and looked with gratitude into the tractor's straight and dirty back. And Traktor, grumbling under his tracks with displeasure, dragged him and dragged him until he dragged him out onto a wide green field.

People ran around and showed Traktor the way. Tractor snarled softly, but dragged the Plane where people wanted, and not where he, Tractor, would like.

Then a tugboat was uncoupled from the Plane, and the Traktor sped off merrily and quickly back to the workshop, from where it had crawled so slowly and irritably ten minutes earlier. The plane looked after him and felt a little sad. He liked this little sturdy mechanism. He regretted that the Traktor had left so quickly and in a hurtful way. He wanted to be near him. He did not snort, did not snap, but simply stood nearby, calmly tapping the engine.

And then a lot of gasoline, oil and water were poured into the plane. And the Plane even rejoiced at the absence of the Tractor: it would have been much worse if the small and pretty Tractor had to drag him, overcrowded and heavy, somewhere else.

Now the Plane is surrounded by completely different people. They were calm, unhurried, talking softly, and Airplane suddenly felt trust in them and a strange sympathy. And when one of these people pulled back the spring step of the lower hatch and climbed into the cockpit, the plane was delighted and comfortably seated him in the deep pilot's seat.

This man was old and experienced. With a habitual movement, he ran his hand along the dashboard and stroked the steering wheel, and then began to turn something on and click something. From this, the Plane felt a surprisingly pleasant and unfamiliar sensation. new form life.

From surprise, he even sneezed? ... Maybe because the sun glare glided over his long nose, or maybe because the old man pressed some button in the cockpit, designed specifically for sneezing. The plane became embarrassed and suddenly sneezed again, and much louder, and even coughed up strange bluish puffs of smoke. He wanted to hold back the cough, but he felt that something was happening to him beyond his will and the cough filled him with trembling and confusion, turning into an incredible roar from the left wing.

The plane squinted to the left and saw a furiously spinning propeller. To be honest, he did not see the screw, but could only see a disk sparkling in the sun, which made him shake and stretch to the right.

From fear, the Plane did not even notice how he sneezed on the right side. This left him horrified and desperate. He thought that he had been done wrong, that a few more deadly seconds would flash by and he, the Plane, would not stand it and burst into a heap of twisted metal right here, near these careless people! ...

The roar of its engines merged into a heart-rending ringing rumble and prevented the Plane from warning people of the impending disaster. However, he felt that he was no longer pulled to the right. Now he was pulled only forward, and if it were not for the mysterious force that tenaciously squeezed the bottom of his chassis, he would have taken off and could do a lot of trouble, which, out of his kindness, he never wished anyone. And in anticipation of impending death, he wanted to be just a Tractor ...

And then suddenly it was all over. And the roar, and the roar, and the wild shaking, and the desire to move forward. All. He stood exhausted, frightened, and the thin crackle of cooling engines softly and powerfully brought him back to consciousness. The old man leaned back in his chair, looked around the instruments, and pushed back the cockpit canopy.

- Well, how? shouted to him from the ground.

“All right,” he replied, and stroked the helm again affectionately.

- It will be necessary to drive him to the zone, - said a strict military man. Let's see how it will behave in the air.

“A series is a series,” said the old man.

“The series of the series is different,” the strict military man grimaced. - Over the past week, only boys and women remained at the assembly ...

And everyone was silent for a bit, as if it was their fault.

“I’ll go on it myself tomorrow,” the strict military man poked the ground with his boot. - And then it dried up here, like a heap of dung ...

"All right," said the old man. Someone needs it here too.

“Here you sit,” the military man turned away.

- I'm sitting...

The plane did not understand anything, but for some reason felt sorry for both the old man and the strict military man.

The plane spent the night uneasily. What upheavals would fall on his lot in the morning, he did not know, but he felt that amazing events should occur in his aircraft fate. For himself, he decided firmly: to accept everything as inevitable. Since people were not horrified by what had thrown the Airplane into a panic, then he, the Airplane, has no right not to trust them.

Despite the fact that the night was not cold, the plane was cold in the morning and even covered with a thin net of moisture. Either pre-morning dampness or a sleepless night led the Aircraft to the idea that it would not be bad for both engines to run for a little while and just a little bit. It would warm him up and bring him back to normal by the time people came.

Afraid of his own determination, the Plane tensed and tried to start the engines. After several futile attempts, the Airplane remembered that the old man turned on something and clicked something before the Airplane sneezed. And then the Plane sadly realized that it was far from perfect, since it cannot turn on something and click something, and without this it will not be possible to start the engines. This requires people.

He still dozed off and woke up only when he heard the voices of people very close by. The stern military man was already wearing a headset, which made him seem even more stern. On the other hand, two unfamiliar military men, also in helmets, were cheerful and good-naturedly patted the Plane.

The plane liked it all, and only one thing bothered him - the absence of that old man in overalls. The plane saw that the strict military was also worried. Yes, everyone saw it.

But here on a fast "jeep" several more people drove up to the Plane, and the Plane was pleased to see that the last man to get out of the "jeep" was the same old man, because of which the Plane and the military man in the headset had already managed to get a little nervous.

A strict military man immediately ceased to be strict and became a slightly guilty military man. And the old one winked at him, and the military man ceased to be guilty and became a calm military man.

Three in helmets put on parachutes and began to climb into the cockpit. Two of them sat down in the cockpit where one old man was sitting yesterday, and the third sat separately, in the center of the fuselage. As all three of them fiddled around in their seats and made themselves comfortable, the Plane felt some amazing tenderness for these people swarming inside him. The plane listened to their every move, and his heart overflowed with joy and a desire to protect these three from everything in the world. And it stayed with him for the rest of his life.

- Kornienko, are you ready? - the Airplane heard someone else's voice inside itself. He was amazed because he could have sworn that there was no one else here but HIS people!

But the man sitting at the helm was not afraid, but, looking straight ahead, asked:

- Navigator, are you ready?

- Ready! the navigator answered over his shoulder. Then the man at the helm (his name was Kornienko) asked:

- F-three, Malyshkin, are you ready?

- All right, commander! - sounded from the center of the fuselage.

- Ready! - Kornienko reported to the fourth one, who was not there.

- To launch! commanded a fourth.

And Kornienko's fingers began to do the same thing that the fingers of an old man in overalls did yesterday. But Airplane felt the stiffness of Kornienkov's fingers and thought that yesterday's starting of the engines would not end today. And he prepared to save Kornienko, the navigator and Malyshkin from any surprise.

... The engines rumbled again, again the Plane shook in the most severe tension, again it was tormented by the desire to take off and roll across the green wet field, but this time there was no place for fear for itself in the Plane - only the alarm for those sitting inside it rang.

But here Kornienko moved two levers towards himself with his left hand, and the engines stopped roaring so much. Below, under the Airplane, the wheels sighed freely, and the Airplane was surprised to notice that it was moving forward on its own, crushing the short field grass under it. He rolled freely behind his propellers, bouncing and rolling over on invisible bumps. In some places known only to Kornienko, the plane turned and again continued to roll. At the very edge of the field, he stopped and saw in front of him a long strip - not green, but gray, knurled, with rare patches of stiff and very dead grass.

“I ask you to take off,” Kornienko said dully.

“Understood,” the fourth answered just as bored. - Take off for you.

It was then that both engines seemed to explode, and the propellers spun with such speed that the Plane stretched like a string. When the sound of its engines merged into a single ringing rumble, the wheels were released, and the Airplane rushed after the propellers, increasing its speed more and more. And then…

Then something incredible happened! Kornienko gently and strongly pulled the steering wheel towards himself, and the plane took off from the ground! The wheels were spinning idle a meter above the gray tape of the runway, and the speed of movement grew catastrophically. The plane almost screamed in horror when it stopped feeling the ground with its wheels. But Kornienko first put the helm in its previous position, and then again inexorably pulled it towards him. And the plane began to climb ...

He woke up only when the navigator removed the landing gear. As a matter of fact, it was not the navigator who removed the landing gear, but the Aircraft itself. But we must also give credit to the navigator - he did something that made the Plane want to remove the landing gear. And when the wheels with racks hid in the engine nacelles. The plane sighed and looked around.

The ground was far below, neat, level and very flat. Something invisible, but extremely cute, tightly supported the Airplane under the wings and did not let it fall down. But most importantly, Kornienko, the navigator and Malyshkin were calm and even exchanged incomprehensible short words.

Kornienko smiled and stroked the steering wheel just as the same old man in overalls had done yesterday.

- Oh, you're smart ... - even said Kornienko. Airplane's heart was overflowing with delight and pride. He wanted to do something nice for these people, and he slid a little to the left wing.

- Well, well! .. - Kornienko muttered warningly and leveled the plane.

But the feeling of flying was so amazing. that Airplane was not at all offended by Kornienko. All he wanted now was to know that Traktor and the Jeep could see him now from the ground. Maybe, looking at him, they themselves will want to fly. Then the three of them could fly, and no one would be offended by staying on the ground.

Kornienko was convinced of the invincible health of the Airplane, forced him to climb as much as five thousand meters and from there threw the Aircraft into the first dive. The earth rushed towards us so quickly that the Plane dreamed of going into a horizontal flight as soon as possible, which brought nothing but pleasure. But when finally the rudders of depth. pulled up and the plane began to raise its nose to the horizon, it turned out that the hardest thing was getting out of the dive. An unbelievable weight pressed down on the Plane from above, as if the Tractor, the Jeep, and all the people he had met in the assembly shop were loaded onto it. Still, they got out of this eerie fall, and after the first dive, the Plane once and for all began to respect height very much.

- Well, now you are also diving, - said Kornienko and laughed.

My God! How could he forget? The plane even became uncomfortable. There was so much talk about it in the workshop! He's a dive ... Pe-2 dive bomber! "Petlyakov-second"! ...

They once again climbed five thousand and dived again, but much steeper, and the Plane took everything for granted - as it promised itself that night ... Twenty-five years have passed since then.

For a long time the Plane stood in the museum of the Air Force Academy and did not know that it was the only Pe-2 dive bomber left on the ground.

He was lucky in the war. Three twenty-year-old boys pulled him out of disastrous situations dozens of times, brought him home almost whole and loved him, demanding nothing in return.

Only once he was able to repay them for their love and loyalty. It was already over a foreign country, and in six days the war was to end. The plane felt a piece of hot, torn steel pass through it, and the boy sitting at the helm screamed and fell face down on the dashboard...

Together - the plane and the second, the boy, the navigator, did everything to return to their airfield. The navigator wept angrily and cursed with terrible words as he squeezed himself into the pilot's seat. And the Plane tried with all his might to help him and not fall to the ground. They sat down contrary to all the rules - across the lane, but there was no time or energy to follow the rules ...

He didn't fly again. Machine guns, a radio station and something else were removed from him. For many years it stood behind the hangars of a small airfield, and in winter almost everything was covered with snow, and in summer children were always swarming in it and playing war. They did not know the war and were constantly mistaken in something. But the Plane did not want to correct them, because the Plane knew the war too well and could not forget that boy pilot who, while still alive, screamed, and already dead, fell face down on the dashboard ...

A few more years later, several elderly military men arrived at the airfield. They examined the plane for a long time and said:

- The last ... - The last of the Mohicans.

It was dismantled, loaded onto a platform, and transported for several days and nights along railway. Wheels rattled under the platform. The plane dozed and in short light dreams saw its first factory pilot Kornienko, an old man in overalls and three front-line boys. In his dreams, they were alive, and the Plane itself took off, dived, fired back and landed across the runway ...

In the museum, they picked up the missing parts for it, installed instruments, weapons on it, repainted it, and it seemed to the Aircraft that people again wanted to fly on it. But when old, rusty, tired engines were removed from it and new ones were not installed, but simply made as if they were on it. The plane realized that it was wrong. And that was good, because the Plane had not been sure for a long time that it would ever be able to take off. A sign was installed next to him, where it was written who he was, what he was, by whom he was released and what he did during the war.

Occasionally a small group of young military men would appear, and someone with a thin stick in his hand would tell everyone else about him. He spoke boringly, monotonously, and the Plane often fell asleep during the story. He even stopped dreaming. Only rarely, rarely, through his drowsiness, did he see the boy who screamed and fell face down on the dashboard.

But one day he was rolled out of the museum to the edge of the airfield next to a low and strong bush. The plane did not understand why loud civilians were walking around it, looking around it and looking anxiously at the sun. He, the Plane, the sun never bothered. How many times did he approach the target from the side of the sun! It dissolved him in its dazzling light, made him invulnerable, as if putting a cap of invisibility on him.

Then, from conversations, Samolet realized that people were afraid that the sun would go down, that something would break out of them. People fussed, shouted at each other, pulled out various things from small buses and laid them out around the Plane. The plane looked around and suddenly realized what these things were! Next to him, under his planes, behind his tail, lay everything that was usually lying around the Airplane at all its temporary front-line airfields: brake pads for the landing gear, quilted motor covers, clamps for depth rudders and ailerons, and much more, from which the Aircraft I had already managed to wean myself and now I recognized them with sweet, poignant tenderness.

But immediately tenderness was replaced by a wild fright - that means war ?! So it's war again? But he can't fly! Something terrible has happened! He urgently needs to go to PARM - these are field aircraft repair shops! .. It has no engines, umformers! .. And it does not have its own propellers, but from an old, decommissioned Li-2! .. Wait to fight! He is an Airplane, not ready yet!…

But three twenty-year-old boys in headsets, with pistols, parachutes, had already got off the bus and headed towards the Plane. They were the same boys as those who were twenty years old a quarter of a century ago. They were even dressed the same. According to that front-line fashion. They had the same orders on their tunics ...

And the Plane decided to save these three from inevitable death! If they themselves do not want to understand that it is impossible to take to the air on it, on the Plane, it will simply not let them into the cockpit!…

The first boy with the shoulder straps of a senior lieutenant tried to open the hatch. The plane tensed up and didn't let him do it. The first was helped by the second, but the Plane restrained the efforts of both. The third turned to the bus and shouted resentfully:

– Do not open, dog!

“So he doesn’t want to,” someone laughed, and a thin, red-haired man jumped out of the bus to the ground. old man short stature.

The plane peered, gasped, and a hot wave of joyful confusion swept over it from the rudders to the consoles of the planes. It was Kornienko, who had aged twenty-five years - the man who first lifted him into the air! Kornienko is a factory pilot, from whom he, Samoletov, began his biography ...

Now the plane was calm. Kornienko will examine it and explain to everyone that the plane cannot take off, it has no motors, and the propellers, just like that, to keep the shape ...

If only Kornienko would recognize him, if only he would remember! ... And the Plane allowed Kornienko to open the hatch. Kornienko showed the boys how to get into the cockpit: who should climb first, who should be second, and the boys listened to his every word, despite their orders and parachutes.

Did you fly on it? one of them asked Kornienko. - Well, not on this one, but on the same ones ... - answered Kornienko.

“No, no! Precisely on this one! ... - the Plane shouted. - Well, please remember! You also said that I was smart!… It was in 1943… In Kazan… They didn’t let you go to the front yet, but they sent me right after acceptance… Do you remember?! Well, please, remember!.. There was still such an old one, in overalls…”

But Kornienko had already explained to these strange boys, so similar to those real ones from 1945, that a “pawn” is a strict car and there is no need to move the rudders sharply. She is smart - she understands everything ...

He talked for a long time and showed these boys, and the Plane kept waiting for Kornienko to recognize him and stroke the helm.

Then Kornienko and the boys approached some kind of apparatus aimed at the Airplane. There were searchlights around the apparatus, and noisy people.

What will the consultant say? asked a tall plump man. - Can I shoot?

“Take it off,” Kornienko answered and looked sadly at the Plane.

- Attention! shouted the tall one. – Actors in their places! Getting ready to shoot!…

…Five sunny days, five happy days The plane lived a full life. He was accustomed to the searchlights, to the hustle and bustle, accustomed to Kornienko's low voice, and even accustomed to the idea that twenty-five years of separation gave one the right not to recognize the other. There is nothing offensive in this. Twenty-five years is no joke. And Samolet was glad that he could help people remember what he himself had not forgotten.

He was already accustomed to various unfamiliar words and concepts, and when he was dragged across the field by a rope, he, like everyone else. I was very worried that the cable would not get into the frame ...

Filming ended, and the Aircraft was returned to its place in the museum. Here, under the tall gloomy vaults. the former hangar, he brought with him the smells of the field, the warmth of the sun and the green of the crushed grass stuck in the rubber grooves of his wheels.

When it was already completely dark and the cars in the museum could be guessed only by their silhouettes, Kornienko came to the Airplane. He stood under it for a long time, and then pressed his forehead against the radio semi-compass antenna, closed his eyes and said quietly: “I remember everything… I remember everyone.”

And then, for the first time in his life, the Plane wanted to cry. But he didn't know how to do it...

Once upon a time there was an Airplane. It was a white Airplane with a blue stripe on the side and two red stars on the wings. He lived in a beautiful box that stood under the bed.

Alyosha sometimes took him out for a walk. The boy went out to the field near the house, opened the box, took out the Airplane and let it fly. The plane joyfully took off straight from the boy's hand. He made several circles and obediently lowered himself to the feet of his master.

But one day the Airplane became interested in flying and did not notice how he flew very far from his boy. And when Airplane came to his senses, he did not know which way to return to. Then he climbed into the foliage of the tree and began to wait for Alyosha. But Alyosha did not come. The rain poured water on the Airplane, the sun burned the wings of the Airplane. And the Airplane was still waiting for its owner.

When, finally, he realized that Alyosha had lost him and was unlikely to be able to find him, Samoletik decided to act on his own.

He asked Luna if she knew which side of his Airplane house? Luna replied that she did not know. And after a little thought, she said that she had seen a place where a lot of planes lived, and she could show him the way.

Then Airplane asked the Wind for help. The wind shook the tree, the Airplane took off and headed in the direction where the moon showed.

Very soon, below, he really saw a lot of planes. Some of them took off, others landed. It was evident that they were very carefully looked after: they painted their sides, washed them, fed them with gasoline.

The plane decided to stay at the airfield to gain strength to search for his boy.

He was received very warmly. big planes greeted him with a roar. At the airfield Samoletik was repaired and painted. He became as handsome as he was when he lived under Alyosha's bed. The plane remained at the airfield. He also began to work. He was entrusted with delivering mail. Other planes treated him with respect. They began to recognize him in the general noise of aircraft.

The airplane, of course, was happy about this, but in the evenings he dreamed about the time when he would meet his boy. And they met.

One day, returning from a flight, the Airplane flew over a familiar field. At the edge of the field he saw Alyosha. The plane happily went to land to land at the feet of his boy. The familiar box was at his feet: it means that the boy still hoped that the Airplane would return.

Of course, Alyosha recognized his Airplane with a blue stripe on its side and stars on its wings. He was very happy about the return of his Airplane. But it turned out that during this time the Airplane became larger than its owner. Now he would not be able to take off from Alyosha's hand, even though Alyosha had grown during this time.

But this did not spoil the joy of meeting friends. Alyosha got into the Airplane and took the helm. Together they returned to the airfield and never parted again.

Reviews

Anastasia, thank you! Wonderful beautiful fairy tale. It should definitely be told to the kids before going to bed. I'll take note, "I'll wind it on my mustache", I hope it will come in handy for me too .. :))) I wish you good luck and all the best! Regards. Alexander.

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I wrote this fairy tale for a boy who will soon have his first airplane flight in his life, and he is very worried. The story is therapeutic and educational. I hope that it will help other children who are afraid to fly on an airplane. Attention: when telling (reading) a fairy tale to your child, do not substitute his name instead of the name of the main character. You should not poke a child in the face of his fear, we just show that these experiences are characteristic of other children, and this is normal. And in general, when reading a fairy tale, focus not on the baby’s fear, but on how much interesting you learned about the plane from the fairy tale.

Kirill's first flight

Once upon a time there was a boy, his name was Kiryusha. He lived with his mother and father in big city. And in another big city on the seashore, Kiryushin's grandmother lived. Every summer, the boy and his mother went to visit his grandmother. They usually traveled by train, and Kiryusha was very fond of these trips: he liked to look out the window and fall asleep to the sound of the train wheels.

In the year when this story happened, my mother told Kirill that they would fly to their grandmother by plane.

Why on a plane? the boy asked. He had never flown an airplane before, so he was a little worried.

- The train ride is very long, and this year I have quite short vacation Mom explained.

The closer the day of the flight approached, the more worried Kirill was. He looked at the birds in the sky and kept thinking about how such a huge iron machine, like an airplane, could fly in the sky like a bird. And finally, that day has come. Dad took mom and Kirill to the airport, helped them check in their suitcases and check in for the flight. Then he hugged Kirill and said:

“How I envy you, cowboy!” I would also like to fly somewhere by plane!

And Kirill pressed against his father's cheek and thought that he was jealous of his father. He didn’t want to fly anywhere at all, something was pounding in his stomach, his heart was pounding. But he, like a real cowboy, did not want to tell anyone about this.

- Are you worried? his dad asked, pulling away.

"No," the boy shook his head.

“But I was worried when I flew on an airplane for the first time,” dad admitted. - Everyone is worried. After all, we are used to walking on the ground, and not flying, so we are worried.

Soon, Kirill and his mother were sitting in their seats on the plane. Kiryushino's place was near the porthole, that's the name of the window in the plane. The boy looked out into the street at the workers fussing with luggage, at the buses that took people to the planes or to the airport building.

The plane left for runway and started picking up speed. Mom took Kiryushin's hand in hers. The plane picked up speed and took off into the sky.

- Well, they took off! We'll be at Grandma's in two hours," Mom smiled. - Can I get some sleep? I packed my bags last night.

“Of course, Mommy,” the boy nodded.

Mom fell asleep, and the boy kept looking and looking at the receding land. The excitement he felt before the flight still hasn't gone away.

- Hello! Kirill suddenly heard a thin, cheerful voice.

The boy looked around and saw a little man in front of him, dressed in a blue suit and cap, like a pilot's. The little man sat on the back of the chair, dangled his legs and smiled. The cap had slid a little to one side, and naughty blond curly hair was sticking out from under it.

- Who are you? Kirill asked, opening his mouth in amazement.

“I am Venya, an airplane pilot,” the little man smiled his wide smile. About this they say "mouth to ear."

- What does aircraft mean?

- Well, brownies live in houses, and airplanes live in airplanes. Each aircraft has its own aircraft. We make sure that everything on the plane works properly: the engine, propellers, all the buttons and levers on the control panel in the cockpit of the pilot.

So you know everything about airplanes? Kirill looked expectantly at the airplane man.

“Well, I know everything about our plane,” Venya nodded. “Isn’t he wonderful?”

"Well, he's handsome," the boy agreed. - And so huge! Heavy! I can't understand how he can fly through the air like a bird.

“For this, we must thank the design scientists who invented our aircraft. They have thought of everything to the smallest detail so that you, your mother and other passengers can safely, without fear of anything, fly on a trip on our plane. The plane has specially shaped wings and a tail, and a mechanism inside. Do you want me to show you?

Kiryusha nodded. Before he could look back, he became the same height as the aircraft Venya. The little man clapped his hands three times, and they were near a huge working mechanism, which made a very loud noise.

“This is the Engine,” Venya explained. - He is the most important in our plane. He growls menacingly, but we are great friends. Before each takeoff, he allows me to check it. I make sure that he works properly, does not get sick. The engine eats special aircraft fuel, like gasoline in a car.

Why is the engine running? Kiryusha asked.

- The engine works to make the blades that are on the wings of the plane spin. The blades spin and the plane gains speed. When the speed is high, the air hardens, as it were, and does not allow the plane to fall.

- Wow! Kiryusha exclaimed.

- And you, probably, were worried about how this plane did not fall? – winked aircraft.

“Well, it was a little bit,” Kiryusha admitted, and he immediately felt better. How does the plane know where to fly?

- I will show you now.

Venya clapped his hands three times, and they ended up in the cockpit of the pilots. There were two pilots - the captain of the ship and his assistant. The cockpit had a control panel with many buttons, levers, dials and lights.

“The plane, as it were, has a memory where it is written how to fly,” Venya began his story. “But the pilots make sure that the plane does not veer off course, that it does not descend or rise higher than it should. To do this, the pilots have a steering wheel, like the steering wheel of a car. Only it's not round. You see, these two levers, connected together, are the steering wheel.

Kiryusha nodded.

— And there are also pedals, they also help the pilots to control the plane.

“Are you also making sure it all works?” Kiryusha asked.

“Of course, I always check everything before each flight,” Venya nodded. This is my job and I love it very much. So you don't have to worry - our plane is in perfect order!

- What a fine fellow you are! the boy exclaimed.

Soon Kirill was in his place near the porthole.

Thank you very much, Venya! Now I don’t worry anymore, ”he thanked the aircraft. - When my mother wakes up, I will definitely tell her everything I learned about the plane. And you know, I decided - when I grow up, I will definitely become a pilot.

- Well done! – praised Venya Kiryusha. - This is not an easy job, you have to study a lot and be sure to love airplanes and the sky. But you will succeed if you really want it.

- Will we meet again? Kirill asked Venya.

“Of course, you’ll fly back home!”

- I'm looking forward to meeting you! the boy exclaimed.

Then Kirill heard that his mother was waking up. He looked at the no, then turned his eyes to the place where Venya had been sitting before, but the little man disappeared.

Mom woke up, the pilot announced that the plane was preparing to land. And this meant that very soon Kirill would hug his beloved grandmother. It's good that they still decided to fly on vacation on an airplane!

Valery Iskrik

Plane "Masha"

There was a plane named Masha. This name was given to the aircraft by the crew: commander, pilot, engineer and stewardess. They loved their plane very much and took care of it. Masha also loved her crew. On the ground and in the air, she was a very obedient girl. She soared swiftly into the sky, merrily and gracefully waving her silvery wings.
Its engines did not rumble, did not scare away the surroundings and migratory birds, but worked almost silently and soundly. With them, Masha could rise to the most sky-high heights.
Once Masha and the crew set off from the point of departure to the point of destination. The weather was good. The passengers turned out to be respectable, polite, sweet, sympathetic and cultured people.
They deservedly rested in armchairs, sucking on candy, sipping soft drinks and cheerfully talking to each other in different languages. interesting topics. In their friendly team there was even a joker and an entertainer. He so enthusiastically entertained the entire passenger team: he sang songs, read poetry, told funny stories that after a while he became the soul of the entire honest campaign. People laughed, sang, and some even tried to dance.
But the commander noticed that the instruments warn of a strong hurricane approaching their course. The crew picked up and got involved in the work to combat the elements.
“Dear ladies and gentlemen,” the voice of the stewardess said on the broadcast, “our plane is entering a zone of increased hurricane danger, the crew commander asks to be extremely careful and careful, please fasten your seat belts, keep silence and order.
Passengers like a cold shower doused. At first, everyone was silent. Then an indignant voice was heard:
- They had such good fun on you too: tie yourself to an armchair and keep quiet. But what about poetry and songs? Comrades, I think this is a provocation.
- Exactly, - the second voice supported, - where does the hurricane come from, look out the window - the sky is clear, not a single cloud.
- It’s just that we have fun here, but they got bored with turning the steering wheel there, so they envy.
Everyone jumped up, made a noise and demanded an immediate meeting of passengers.
- Dear friends, - the meeting was opened by a joker and an entertainer, - I openly declare that the crew of the plane is somehow wrong. We must quickly throw him overboard and continue our fun.
- Hooray! The passengers unanimously agreed and went to get rid of the crew.
The commander was thrown out first, then the flight engineer and the stewardess. The last victim was the pilot, who turned out to be a stubborn specialist. While he was being pulled out of the cockpit, he diligently clung to anything and kicked, at the same time supporting the life support systems of Masha. Finally, before sending free fall, he managed to turn on the autopilot.
No, don't worry. All crew members survived. They had portable pocket parachutes that deployed very successfully and gently lowered the outcasts to the ground.
- What will we do next? asked the flight engineer during the emergency debriefing.
- Well, you can't leave them to the will of the raging elements.
Let them slightly lose their minds on the basis of carelessness, but they are still people, not boletus boletus, - the smart pilot spoke out.
- Exactly, it is necessary to rescue them, - the stewardess supported.
- So, - the commander decided, - now we get to the air traffic control room, establish communication with the autopilot and try to land the plane. We must not allow the death of our "Masha".
Everyone nodded in agreement and walked in unison towards the airfield.
What happened to the plane and the passengers? And here's what.
The autopilot conscientiously maintained the set flight parameters and confidently led the aircraft towards the formidable elements. And the passengers, after a brilliant victory over the crew, still had fun for some time. Then they nevertheless remembered that somehow it was necessary to get to the destination and offered to sit at the helm of the joker.
The joker smiled, resolutely stepped into the cockpit, saw a lot of gadgets and signal lights, said: “Oh,” and returned to the passenger compartment.
- My job is not to steer, - he said to the members of the team, - my share is to amuse.
“Maybe we should have thrown them away?” – There was someone's uncertain voice.
The passengers were dismayed. Even lozenges and soft drinks did not help.
Here, in the midst of general despondency, a terrible hurricane appeared and immediately discovered a flying plane.
- Bah, what a wonderful sacrifice, - he happily rubbed his hands and, salivating, touchingly bared his fangs. Then he took a closer look, saw that there was no crew on the plane, and already jumped for joy. He did not expect such luck.
“But now I’ll give you a whirl, yes, about sharp rocks, but in confusion,” the hurricane yelled happily and fell on Masha with all its might, trying to spin it into a tailspin.
But "Masha" did not give up. She resisted the furious hurricane attacks with all her might and skillfully remained on the fly.
The hurricane fought with "Masha", fought, got tired thoroughly, but could not subdue her to his will.
- All right, slut. he hissed breathlessly.
- I'm a little weak now, but without a crew you won't get far from me. I'll rest a little, feed on other victims, become stronger and defeat you, and dump you on someone's head. Be afraid of me, be afraid.
Oddly enough, but the passengers heard a terrible threat and were afraid. First there was panic. Everyone began to run around the plane. Back and forth, back and forth, but it did not help. It became clear that without specialists it was impossible to escape. The smartest of the passengers offered to get on the radio with the ground and demand that the crew be immediately taken to the plane and take up their immediate duties.
- And what they allow themselves: they disappeared under the guise, and we alone were thrown into the malice of the elements. - The passenger team hummed indignantly.
We tried to twist and turn the handles on the radio, nothing happened.
It became quite unsettling. Despondency and hopelessness tightly entangled the passengers with their tentacles. And then they began to cry out to the Lord with prayers for salvation.
Naturally, the Lord heard them and, of course, out of the kindness of his boundless soul, provided all possible assistance. He was at that time in the control room with the crew and helped him to establish contact with the autopilot. Well, He perfectly understood that even the most terrible hurricane would make noise for itself, and even calm down. But these people who love their plane named "Masha" so much will never rest until they land it at its destination.