Uspensky Edward - the bun is following the trail. Eduard Uspensky - Kolobok is following the trail Kolobok is following the trail of Uspensky
Kolobok follows the trail.
In the depths of the central park, where the asphalt ends and begins
construction of a multi-story garage Gorgartranskhoz, there is a one-story
a mysterious house with a sign "NPDD".
This is an Urgent Point of Good Deeds, and the main thing in it is Kolobok. He is in everything
A faithful friend and comrade, Bulochkin, helps. They are engaged in revealing small
crimes and violations. (They accept orders from the public).
What is too difficult for the vigilantes, and too simple for the police, in
just right for Kolobok.
He is in the village as a child
Lived with my grandmother.
She was a housewife.
And grandfather is in the field
He guarded the haystacks
With a huge hunting husky.
And to live - to live
He feels good
He can't sit at home.
And here it is from grandma
I went to the city,
He started working in the police.
He is twenty five years old
I kept order,
Anyone interfered with crime.
To clean water
He brought them out -
Who did not allow the population to live.
Now in the children's park
It works.
Although he is many years old,
But still
Now I’m passionate about raising children,
Teenagers and young people.
And loves and appreciates
His baby
And all the guys and dads know:
- Are you in trouble?
- Call me.
Kolobok is always at work.
Kolobok was an owl, and Bulochkin was a finch. But Kolobok was the boss, and
so they worked more in the evenings. Just don’t think that they don’t
worked. They worked during the day, and in the evening, and in the morning... Simply most of all
they loved to work in the evening.
Tonight was sluggish and soft. The phone rarely rang - once every
hour.
So it rang again with a sluggish, uninitiative call. Bu-lochkin
He immediately grabbed the phone.
- Hello! “Kolobok is at the machine!” he said cheerfully, trying to inhale.
life in a sluggish flow of events.
But nothing came of it. The receiver said in a languid female voice:
- Is this NPDD? -Yes sir!
- NPDD, NPDD, in our attic a cat meows to Sha-insky’s music, and we
We are learning Beethoven with our granddaughter. Help!
- Order is accepted! - said Bulochkin. “We’ll catch the cat and retrain it.”
Beethoven. Please provide your address.
He wrote down the address in the order book and asked Kolobok:
- Chief, can we go?
- Wait, Bulochkin, it’s not evening yet! - said Kolobok, although he was already
evening. - I think that today there will be more interesting things to do.
And sure enough: the phone rang more proactively. “Kolobok, Kolobok,” said
male voice - our dog is missing.
Kolobok moved the typewriter towards him: “Let’s take a verbal portrait.” -
Whose?
- Dogs, of course.
- Shepherd dog, the voice began. - Tall, medium shaggy. By
brunette-brown coloring. Increased toothiness. Has six medals.
She guarded the building along with the watchman. Nickname Rex. The watchman also disappeared.
Kolobok quickly typed all this out.
- Let's give a verbal portrait.
“Whose?” asked the voice.
- Watchman.
- Tall, with a lump on his bald head. Name is Uncle Kolya. Ryazan character,
flexible. Has a ten year old son. The son also disappeared. Give verbal
portrait?
“That’s enough,” Kolobok said to the voice. “Everything is clear to me.” Who are you to him?
are you getting it?
- Who? - son or watchman?
- To Rex!
- I am the director of the institution. Give a verbal portrait?
- No, thanks. I understood everything. Comrade director, take your wife and
children and come to our park. Today there is an exhibition of service guards
dogs, find both your watchman and your Rex.
The man on the phone was terribly happy and repeated for a long time:
- Thank you, Comrade Kolobok. Thank you, Comrade Kolobok.
“Please, comrade warehouse director,” Kolobok said and hung up.
But the phone immediately rang again:
- How did you guess that I was the warehouse director? And not the director of the museum or
theater?
- Very simple. Theaters and museums, our dogs do not have excessive toothiness
guarded. Hello to your Uncle Kolya.
Bulochkin, as always, was shocked by Kolobok’s iron logic. He took
order book and wrote there how this mysterious was revealed
disappearance, as a guard dog was found literally in the presence
customer. And even more than that - literally without the presence of the customer.
But Kolobok was dissatisfied:
- These are all seeds! Nothing interesting. But my heart senses that it’s ripening somewhere
serious crime.
And it matured. It was ripe and filling. At this time, on the other side of the city...
At this time, at the other end of the park along the alley there was an ice cream man. There are many of them.
An ordinary cart worker. But he walked without a cart and shouted loudly:
- Guard! Crime of the century!
Passers-by looked at him with curiosity. And he shouted further:
- A hundred packs of ice cream were stolen! Robbery of a pensioner. Police
powerless.
- Why? - asked passers-by.
- They don't really like ice cream. If the dumplings disappeared...
And he proudly walked further in the direction of the NPDD, informing everyone about what had happened.
The man spoke to people as if using newspaper headlines:
- There is an organization in the city!
- Today - ice cream, tomorrow - "Toy House".
- The Planet asks: “Who will answer?” Screams and screams more and more
We were approaching the NPDD, where Kolobok was nervously walking around in anticipation of a big deal.
He was wearing a sleeveless vest, soft felt boots made to order, a warm cap,
because autumn was approaching.
And then an ice cream man appeared on the threshold.
- I speak on behalf of the workers of planet Earth! There will be no more ice cream!
- And what? - asked Kolobok. - Have you closed your cold storage plant?
- There is a gang operating in the city! The police are powerless.
- We will arm the population! - answered calmly and with dignity
Bulochkin, showing the ice cream man that there is... there is a way out, that it is not “yet”
lost.
- Surname? - Kolobok asked sternly.
- I am a worker of planet Earth. “Last name,” Kolobok repeated.
- Korzhikov.
“Tell everything in order, Comrade Korzhikov,” ordered Kolobok.
“And pay attention to suspicious details,” Bulochkin added.
“Okay,” said the ice cream man. - Here is how it was. Sun was shining. I sh„l and
sold ice cream. Shoppers were walking around, a whole street of buyers. I sang
song:
Masha, Dasha and Olezhka
You are invited to the cart.
Why was the world created?
In order to eat ice cream.
Hurry up to the car
And take two packs.
A glass for you and a glass for you,
So we completed the plan!
The Stakhanovite himself Stakhanov
I once took five glasses,
Treated my friends
And they went to the museum.
Know, adults and children,
Is in a space rocket
A kilometer of pasta
And ten tons of ice cream.
Talk to the strongmen
After all, they are not rolls
Strengthen hand strength
And ice cream, my friend.
Hurry up to the car
And take three packs.
A glass for you and a glass for you,
So we carried out the plan.
This is a friend, not so stupid -
Eat popsicle instead of soup.
Once and twice ~ and the whole lunch,
And there are no dirty dishes.
Ice cream, ice cream
It costs very little
Ice cream, ice cream
Everything will open doors for you.
- What about suspicious details? - Bulochkin recalled.
“Okay,” the ice cream man understood. - The sun was shining suspiciously. Dul
This wind is suspicious. Suspicious characters were walking around. The whole street
types.
- Were there any foreign aliens?
“We were,” the ice cream man immediately agreed. - They were suspicious
aliens disguised as our unsuspicious passers-by.
- So what is next? - asked Kolobok.
- Suddenly a suspicious cat meowed. I suspiciously followed him. AND
someone stole my suspicious cart. Kolobok listened to all this and said:
- Once again, please tell me everything. Just more details, please.
“Okay,” agreed the ice cream maker Korzhikov. - The luminary is so detailed
Sun. Such a detailed wind was blowing. There were such detailed walks all around
passers-by Then the cat meowed in such a detailed way. I sent for him in detail. AND
someone stole my detail cart.
- Not much! - said Kolobok.
- Exactly! - the ice cream man agreed. - The sun was shining so sparsely. Dul
such a sparse and suspicious wind. Such sparse people walked around sparsely
passers-by Then such a thin cat meowed. I followed him lightly,
and someone stole my sparse cart.Well? - Kolobok asked Bulochkin.
- It's foggy, boss! - he said. The ice cream maker immediately agreed:
- The sun was shining so foggy. There was such a foggy wind blowing. It's foggy all around
This is how passers-by walked. Then such a foggy cat meowed. I
I followed him vaguely. And someone in the fog stole my cart. Now what
will?
“Everything will be all right,” said Kolobok. We entrust the matter to the best
specialist. Bulochkin, go out!
- Eat! - answered Bulochkin. - Let's synchronize watches.
- We'll check.
Everyone started checking their watches. Kolobok and Bulochkin's watches beat for a second.
a second, and the ice cream man's watch remained lying in the cart, in the money drawer.
- Where to donate the cat? - asked the ice cream man.
- What cat? - asked Kolobok.
“Which I found at the crime scene,” said Korzhikov.
He took a wonderful red cat from his apron pocket. Kolobok
looked at the cat through a magnifying glass.
- Siberian! - he said.
- Maybe criminals from Siberia? - Bulochkin suggested. - And we need it
leave it in business.
- Take him with you! - Kolobok ordered. - Maybe he will lead you to
track.
Bulochkin and the ice cream man left. The sun setting behind the park flooded everything
gold. A ray of sunshine hit the back of Kolobok's head, filling him with yellow
glow. The gingerbread man resembled a wheel of cheese illuminated from the inside and felt
feel awkward.
He closed the curtains, picked up the balalaika and began to play. Everyone who has known for a long time
Kolobok, we understand: Kolobok is thinking. And everything became quiet around the NPDD
Meanwhile, Bulochkin and Korzhikov approached the place of the disappearance. In my head
Bulochkin was reeling from Kolobok’s last words: “He can put you on the trail.”
So he asked the ice cream man for a cat, lowered it to the ground and ordered:
"Track!"
The kitten immediately ran a hundred meters to the nearest trash can, sat down next to
no, and began to chew the herring tail.
“You misunderstood us,” said Bulochkin. - We don’t need herring.
We need a cart. The cat did not move from his place and intensively crunched his saddle
tail.
Suddenly the ice cream man grabbed Bulochkin by the hand:
- Look!
A janitor was walking along the alley with a broom and pushing a cart with
ice cream.
- This is my cart! - said Korzhikov. Bulochkin turned on the walkie-talkie:
- Kolobok, Kolobok, we found the criminal. We'll take it.
“Take it,” Kolobok then said. - But be careful, make sure you don’t
they took you.
- The criminal is armed! - Korzhikov said in a quiet slogan
Bulochkin.
- What are you armed with? - asked Bulochkin,
“I’m armed with a broom,” answered the ice cream man.
- We'll take it with the broom! - Bulochkin said decisively. - I apply
distracting note
He came close to the janitor with a cart and said, pointing to the sky:
- Look: the shovels are flying!
- What shovels? Why are they flying? - the janitor was surprised and became attentive
study the sky.
At that second Bulochkin fastened it with a chain with a postal lock to the handle
carts. Rural cyclists chain their bikes with chains like these.
to the handrails of shops.
- Kolobok, Kolobok! - he immediately reported into the radiotelephone. - Dangerous
the criminal is detained... Your game is lost! - He turned to the janitor. -
We will hand you over to the police.
- What game? - the janitor was surprised. - I was going to return this cart myself.
to the police.
- Bulochkin, Bulochkin, immediately release this blonde with glasses and
apologize to her.
Bulochkin was dumbfounded. Wow! At such a distance Kolobok learned that
The janitor is blonde. He unfastened the janitor and said into the microphone:
- We continue the investigation.
- Oh! - the woman suddenly said to Bulochkin and Korzhikov. See: shovels
they turn and fly back.
- What shovels? - the victim and the investigator were surprised. -Why did you turn around?
- To teach someone a lesson! - the janitor answered and waved her broom at
the feet of two men.
They both collapsed as if they had been knocked down.
“We continue to work,” said the cheerful Bulochkin.
- Work continues! - the ice cream maker Korzhikov formalized his thought into a slogan.
- Despite everything!
They got to their feet, and Bulochkin began to inspect the cart and draw up
versions.
- We begin preliminary inspection. Is the cart intact? Is the stake in place?
“On the spot,” answered the ice cream maker Korzhikov. -Where should they be? To whom are they
do you need them, such bow-legged ones?
“Don’t ask me questions,” Bulochkin reprimanded him. -Answer accurately
in military terms: “That’s right.” I repeat: Is the cart intact? Are the wheels in place?
- Yes, exactly, in a military way. Who needs them, so bow-legged?
- Do you have any versions?
- Yes sir. None.
- I have. It is immediately obvious that you are not working in our system. Quicker
In total, a gang was acting. I wonder how many there were. How much ice cream
disappeared?
- Fifty packs. The rest are here,” answered the ice cream man. -And here too
there is a triangular button with two holes, a metal ruble, my watch
and a knitted hat with a pompom.
Bulochkin turned on the radio and reported everything to Kolobok
“Continue your search,” said Kolobok. - I will develop my own
version.
The suspicious sun was sinking lower and lower towards sunset. It was quiet in the park, and
The noise of the city could be heard more and more. Suspicious passersby left the park
along with suspicious children. Bu-lochkin thought. Then he asked: -
The cart was missing for half an hour. How many packs of ice cream can one eat?
human criminal during this time?
- Exactly, I don’t know! - said the ice cream man.
- Necessary to find out. Having found out this, we will find out how many human criminals
was. Let's conduct an investigative experiment.
- Can I take part in the experiment? - asked Korzhikov.
-Have you thought of everything?
- Sun.
- Then I allow it. Let's set our watches.
Bulochkin's watch showed seven o'clock, Korzhikov's watch froze and did nothing.
showed because of the frost. Nevertheless, the experiment began. I had to find out
how many people were there who stole state ice cream?
They were eating ice cream, and a song was playing in their heads.
Let danger threaten us at times,
And the enemies shoot every moment,
We are working and making things clear
In this complex, confusing world.
If they ask, we will answer,
That we wish happiness to the children,
Carousels and animals
And unlocked doors.
We don't eat and don't get enough sleep,
We can break firewood without any difficulty.
We'll run half of Moscow behind a tram,
If you need to catch someone.
If they ask, we will answer
That we wish happiness to the children,
Carousels and animals
And unlocked doors.
There are millions of people with us,
And none of them are alone
Beware, enemies and spies, -
Difficult search led by Kolobok.
If they ask, we will answer,
That we wish happiness to the children,
Carousels and animals
And unlocked doors.
Illuminated by the suspicious sun, Bulochkin and Korzhikov finished their ice cream.
And Kolobok played the balalaika in the cozy NPDD.
- The hat is in the cart, what does that mean?
Mosquitoes danced on the bright window to the cheerful melody. The phone was silent.
Obviously, a dog with excessive toothiness was found along with its
brunette-brown-haired watchman. And then it dawned on Kolobok. He turned on the intercom
device.
- Bulochkin, Bulochkin, what’s on your head?
- Cap, boss. Forage type.
- Very good. Try to get this knitted hat out of the cart.
- Yes, boss.
The sound of the door opening was heard, then Bunochka's voice:
- Done, boss.
- So. What's on your head now?
- Knitted hat, boss.
- Why?
- Because the cap fell into the cart.
- Great, Bulochkin. What about your buttons? Everything is in place?
- No, boss, one came off and also fell.
- Thank you, Bulochkin.
- Can we continue the experiment?
- Yes, continue.
And Bulochkin and Korzhikov boldly delved into the ice cream.
- I've already eaten three packs. - said Bulochkin.
“And I’m four,” said Korzhikov. - I have more experience.
- It’s starting to get colder! - said Bulochkin.
- Something started to heat up! - said Korzhikov. - I have a fever!
- And I have chills!
- We're sick. Death at work! - the ice cream man began to shout. TO
he returned to his newspaper-headline state. -They won't come back! There were
two! People sacrifice themselves!
Bulochkin turned on the radio:
- Kolobok, can you hear us?
“Attention,” answers Kolobok. - I'm calling an ambulance for you.
Hang in there.
Bulochkin and Korzhikov took on each other. Bulochkin was sternly silent, and
Korzhikov shouted:
- The experiment failed! The hospital is waiting for them! The planet is crying! He even
shouted one slogan, clearly ahead of events:
- Medicine is powerless. Only a miracle will help them! An ambulance entered the park with
with a red cross on the top headlight, and our patients were taken away.
And now it’s a quiet hospital room. Not entirely quiet, because Korzhikov
constantly shouts:
- Kolobok forgot about us! Criminals on the loose! Ice cream makers around the world
are protesting! We die in hospitals, and some people don’t even think about us.
And then the door to the room opened and Kolobok entered. He was wearing a white coat
and in slippers on bare feet, with a pipe.
- Kolobok does not forget about anyone. He knows everything.
- Yes? - shouted the irrepressible Korzhikov. -Where are the criminals?
“Criminals are around us,” answered Kolobok. - Look who's lying on
adjacent beds.
And immediately the boys stood up in all the neighboring beds.
- We won't do it again! - they said in hoarse voices.
- Gotcha! - the ice cream man shouted. - Aren’t you ashamed to take for free?
State ice cream?
“We’re not free,” the boys said. - We put a ruble.
- And the cat!
- Ha-ha-ha! - said Korzhikov. - This planet is laughing. But the kittens are still in the bank
do not accept! Live currency - do we need it?!
- Are we going to be arrested now? - the boys asked.
- Never! - said the ice cream maker Korzhikov. - Since you confessed, I’m for you
I'll pay. But I won’t give you the cat. I have grown attached to him. Sellers are leaving
hospitals! The plan takes us on our way!
He quickly recovered and got dressed. And left. Kolobok and Bulochkin affectionately
looked after him and thought: “It’s good that he feels good. So, it’s not in vain that we
carried a heavy watch. May there always be sunshine."
The reformed boys sat on their beds and looked enthusiastically at
the famous Kolobok.
“Chief,” asked Bulochkin, “how did you guess that the janitor -
blonde with glasses?
“Very simple,” said Kolobok, “my method is attention plus memory.” She
This is the sixth year he has been working in our park. E„photo on the Post Office Board at the entrance
hanging. Next to mine, by the way, is Comrade Bulochkin.
Uspensky Eduard
Kolobok follows the trail
In the depths of the central park, where the asphalt ends and the construction of the multi-story garage of Gorgartranskhoz begins, there is a one-story mysterious house with a sign “NPDD”.
This is an Urgent Point of Good Deeds, and the main thing in it is Kolobok. His faithful friend and comrade, Bulochkin, helps him in everything. They are engaged in solving minor crimes and violations. (They accept orders from the public).
What is too complicated for the vigilantes, and too simple for the police, is just right for Kolobok.
He is in the village as a child
Lived with my grandmother.
She was a housewife.
And grandfather is in the field
He guarded the haystacks
With a huge hunting husky.
And to live - to live
He feels good
He can't sit at home.
And here it is from grandma
He went to the city
He started working in the police.
He is twenty five years old
I kept order,
Anyone interfered with crime.
To clean water
He brought them out
Who did not allow the population to live.
Now in the children's park
It works.
Although he is many years old,
But still
Now I'm passionate about raising children,
Teenagers and youth.
And loves and appreciates
His baby
And all uncles and aunts know:
- Are you in trouble?
- Call me.
Kolobok is always at work.
Kolobok was an owl, and Bulochkin was a finch. But Kolobok was the boss, and so they worked more in the evenings. Just don't think that they didn't work during the day. They worked during the day, and in the evening, and in the morning... They just liked to work most of all in the evening.
Tonight was languid and warm. The phone rarely rang - once an hour.
So it rang again with a sluggish, uninitiative call. Bulochkin immediately grabbed the phone.
Hello! The Kolobok apparatus is at the apparatus! - he said cheerfully, trying to breathe life into the sluggish flow of events.
But nothing came of it. The receiver said in a languid female voice:
Is this NPDD? - Yes sir!
NPDD, NPDD, in our attic the cat meows Shainsky’s music, and my granddaughter and I are learning Beethoven. Help!
Order is accepted! - said Bulochkin. - We'll catch the cat and retrain it to Beethoven. Please provide your address.
He wrote down the address in the order book and asked Kolobok:
Chief, can we go?
Wait, Bulochkin, it’s not evening yet! - said Kolobok, although it was already evening.
I think there will be more interesting things to do today.
And sure enough: the phone rang more proactively.
Kolobok moved the typewriter towards him:
Let's take a verbal portrait.
Dogs of course.
Kolobok quickly typed all this out.
Let's take a verbal portrait.
Watchman.
Tall, with a hint of baldness. Name is Uncle Kolya. The character is Ryazan, flexible. Has a ten year old son. The son also disappeared. Give a verbal portrait?
For whom - the son or the watchman?
I am the director of the institution. Give a verbal portrait?
No, thanks. I got it. Comrade director, take your wife and children and come to our park. Today there is an exhibition of service and guard dogs, you will find both your guard and your Rex.
The man on the phone was terribly happy and repeated for a long time:
Thank you, Comrade Kolobok. Thank you, Comrade Kolobok.
Please, comrade warehouse director,” Kolobok said and hung up.
But the phone immediately rang again:
How did you guess that I am a warehouse director? And not the director of a museum or theater?
Very simple. Our theaters and museums are not guarded by dogs with excessive toothiness. Hello to your Uncle Kolya.
Bulochkin, as always, was shocked by Kolobok’s iron logic. He took the order book and wrote down how this mysterious disappearance was solved, how the guard dog was found literally in the presence of the customer. And even more than that - literally without the presence of the customer.
But Kolobok was dissatisfied:
These are all seeds! Nothing interesting. But my heart senses that somewhere a serious crime is brewing.
And it matured. It was ripe and filling. At this time, at the other end of the city...
At this time, at the other end of the park, an ice cream man was walking along the alley. There are many of them. An ordinary cart worker. But he walked without a cart and shouted loudly:
Guard! Crime of the century!
Passers-by looked at him with curiosity. And he shouted further:
A hundred packs of ice cream were stolen! Robbery of a pensioner. The police are powerless.
Why? - asked passers-by.
They don't really like ice cream. If the dumplings disappeared...
There is an organization in the city!
Today - ice cream, tomorrow - “Toy House”.
The planet asks: “Who will answer?”
The screams and screams were getting closer and closer to the NPDD, where Kolobok was nervously walking around in anticipation of a big deal. He was wearing a sleeveless vest, soft felt boots, made to order, and a warm cap, because autumn was approaching.
And then an ice cream man appeared on the threshold.
I speak on behalf of the workers of planet Earth! There will be no more ice cream!
And what? - asked Kolobok. - Have you closed your cold storage plant?
There's a gang in town! The police are powerless.
We will arm the population! - Bulochkin answered calmly and with dignity, showing the ice cream man that there is... there is a way out, that all is not lost.
Surname? - Kolobok asked sternly.
I am a worker of planet Earth.
Last name,” Kolobok repeated.
Korzhikov.
“Tell everything in order, Comrade Korzhikov,” Kolobok ordered.
And pay attention to suspicious details,” Bulochkin added.
“Okay,” said the ice cream man. - Here is how it was. Sun was shining. I went and sold ice cream. Shoppers were walking around, a whole street of buyers. I sang a song:
Masha, Dasha and Olezhka
You are invited to the cart.
Why was the world created?
In order to eat ice cream.
Hurry up to the car
And take two packs.
A glass for you and a glass for you,
So we completed the plan!
The Stakhanovite himself Stakhanov
I once took five glasses,
Treated my friends
And they went to the museum.
Know, adults and children,
Is in a space rocket
A kilometer of pasta
And ten tons of ice cream.
Talk to the strongmen
After all, they are not rolls
Strengthen hand strength
And ice cream, my friend.
Hurry up to the car
And take three packs.
A glass for you and a glass for you,
So we carried out the plan.
Ice cream, ice cream
It costs very little
Ice cream, ice cream
Everything will open doors for you.
What about suspicious details? - Bulochkin recalled.
Uspensky Eduard
Kolobok follows the trail
Eduard Uspensky
Kolobok follows the trail
In the depths of the central park, where the asphalt ends and the construction of the multi-story garage of Gorgartranskhoz begins, there is a one-story mysterious house with a sign “NPDD”. This is an Urgent Point of Good Deeds, and the main thing in it is Kolobok. His faithful friend and comrade, Bulochkin, helps him in everything. They are engaged in solving minor crimes and violations. (They accept orders from the public). What is too complicated for the vigilantes, and too simple for the police, is just right for Kolobok. As a child, he lived in the village with his grandmother. She was a housewife. And grandfather was guarding the haystacks in the field with a huge hunting husky. And to live - he would live well, but he cannot sit at home. And so he left his grandmother for the city and began working in the police. For twenty-five years he kept order, prevented anyone from committing a crime. He brought to light those who did not allow the population to live. Now he works in the children's park. Even though he is many years old, But still Now he is passionate about raising children, Teenagers and youth. And the little one loves and appreciates Him, And all the uncles and aunts know: - Are you in trouble? - Call me. Kolobok is always at work.
Kolobok was an owl, and Bulochkin was a finch. But Kolobok was the boss, and so they worked more in the evenings. Just don’t think that they didn’t work during the day. They worked during the day, in the evening, and in the morning... They just loved working in the evening most of all. Tonight was languid and warm. The phone rarely rang - once an hour. So it rang again with a sluggish, uninitiative call. Bu-lochkin immediately grabbed the receiver. - Hello! “Kolobok is at the machine!” he said cheerfully, trying to breathe life into the sluggish flow of events. But nothing came of it. The receiver said in a sluggish female voice: “Is this NPDD?” -Yes sir! - NPDD, NPDD, in our attic a cat meows Sha-insky’s music, and my granddaughter and I are learning Beethoven. Help! - Order is accepted! - said Bulochkin. “We’ll catch the cat and retrain him to Beethoven.” Please provide your address. He wrote down the address in the order book and asked Kolobok: “Chief, can we go?” - Wait, Bulochkin, it’s not evening yet! - said Kolobok, although it was already evening. - I think that today there will be more interesting things to do. And sure enough: the phone rang more proactively. “Kolobok, Kolobok,” said a male voice, “our dog is missing.” Kolobok moved the typewriter towards him: “Let’s take a verbal portrait.” - Whose? - Dogs, of course. - Shepherd dog, the voice began. - Tall, medium shaggy. The coloration is brunette-brown-haired. Increased toothiness. Has six medals. She guarded the building along with the watchman. Nickname Rex. The watchman also disappeared. Kolobok quickly typed all this out. - Let's give a verbal portrait. “Whose?” asked the voice. - Watchman. - Tall, with a hint of baldness. Name is Uncle Kolya. The character is Ryazan, flexible. Has a ten year old son. The son also disappeared. Give a verbal portrait? “That’s enough,” Kolobok said to the voice. “Everything is clear to me.” And who do you relate to him? - Who? - son or watchman? - To Rex! - I am the director of the institution. Give a verbal portrait? - No, thanks. I got it. Comrade director, take your wife and children and come to our park. Today there is an exhibition of service and guard dogs, you will find both your guard and your Rex. The man on the phone was terribly happy and repeated for a long time: “Thank you, Comrade Kolobok.” Thank you, Comrade Kolobok. “Please, comrade warehouse director,” said Kolobok and hung up. But the phone immediately rang again: - How did you guess that I was the warehouse director? And not the director of a museum or theater? - Very simple. Our theaters and museums are not guarded by dogs with excessive toothiness. Hello to your Uncle Kolya. Bulochkin, as always, was shocked by Kolobok’s iron logic. He took the order book and wrote down how this mysterious disappearance was solved, how the guard dog was found literally in the presence of the customer. And even more than that - literally without the presence of the customer. But Kolobok was dissatisfied: - These are all seeds! Nothing interesting. But my heart senses that somewhere a serious crime is brewing. And it matured. It was ripe and filling. At this time, at the other end of the city... At this time, at the other end of the park, an ice cream man was walking along the alley. There are many of them. An ordinary cart worker. But he walked without a cart and shouted loudly: “Guard!” Crime of the century! Passers-by looked at him with curiosity. And he shouted further: “A hundred packs of ice cream have been stolen!” Robbery of a pensioner. The police are powerless. - Why? - asked passers-by. - They don't really like ice cream. If the dumplings had disappeared... And he proudly walked further in the direction of the NPDD, informing everyone about what had happened. The man spoke to people as if using newspaper headlines: “There is an organization in the city!” - Today - ice cream, tomorrow - "Toy House". - The Planet asks: “Who will answer?” The screams and screams were getting closer and closer to the NPDD, where Kolobok was nervously walking around in anticipation of a big deal. He was wearing a sleeveless vest, soft custom-made felt boots, and a warm cap, because autumn was approaching. And then an ice cream man appeared on the threshold. - I speak on behalf of the workers of planet Earth! There will be no more ice cream! - And what? - asked Kolobok. - Have you closed your cold storage plant? - There is a gang operating in the city! The police are powerless. - We will arm the population! - Bulochkin answered calmly and with dignity, showing the ice cream man that there is... there is a way out, that all is not lost. - Surname? - Kolobok asked sternly. - I am a worker of planet Earth. “Last name,” Kolobok repeated. - Korzhikov. “Tell everything in order, Comrade Korzhikov,” ordered Kolobok. “And pay attention to suspicious details,” Bulochkin added. “Okay,” said the ice cream man. - Here is how it was. Sun was shining. I went and sold ice cream. Shoppers were walking around, a whole street of buyers. I sang a song: Masha, Dasha and Olezhka are invited to the cart. Why was the world created? In order to eat ice cream. Hurry up to the car and take two packs. A glass for you and a glass for you, So the plan has been fulfilled! The Stakhanovite himself, Stakhanov, once took five glasses, treated his friends, and they went to the museum. Know, adults and children, There is a kilometer of pasta and ten tons of ice cream in a space rocket. Talk to strong men, After all, they do not strengthen the strength of their arms with rolls, but with ice cream, my friend. Hurry up to the car and take three packs. A glass for you and a glass for you, So we fulfilled the plan. This is a friend, it’s not so stupid to eat Eskimo instead of soup. Once and twice - and the whole dinner, And there are no dirty dishes. Ice cream, ice cream costs very little, Ice cream, ice cream will open doors for you. - What about suspicious details? - Bulochkin recalled. “Okay,” the ice cream man understood. - The sun was shining suspiciously. A suspicious wind was blowing. Suspicious characters were walking around. A whole street of types. - Were there any foreign aliens? “We were,” the ice cream man immediately agreed. - There were suspicious aliens disguised as our unsuspicious passers-by. - So what is next? - asked Kolobok. - Suddenly a suspicious kitten meowed. I followed him suspiciously. And someone stole my suspicious cart. Kolobok listened to all this and said: “Once again, please tell me everything.” Just more details, please. “Okay,” agreed the ice cream maker Korzhikov. - Such a detailed sun was shining. Such a detailed wind was blowing. Such detailed passers-by walked around in detail. Then such a detailed kitten meowed. I followed him in detail. And someone stole my detail cart. - Not much! - said Kolobok. - Exactly! - the ice cream man agreed. - The sun was shining so sparsely. The wind was blowing lightly and suspiciously. Such sparse passers-by were walking around sparsely. Then such a thin kitten meowed. I followed him loosely, and someone stole my thin cart.
Well? - Kolobok asked Bulochkin. - It's foggy, boss! - he said. The ice cream maker immediately agreed: “The sun was shining so foggy.” There was such a foggy wind blowing. Passers-by were walking around in the fog. Then such a foggy kitten meowed. I followed him blearily. And someone in the fog stole my cart. What will happen now? “Everything will be all right,” said Kolobok. We entrust the case to the best specialist. Bulochkin, go out! - Eat! - answered Bulochkin. - Let's synchronize watches. - We'll check. Everyone started checking their watches. Kolobok and Bulochkin's watches beat second by second, but the ice cream man's watch remained lying in the cart, in the money drawer. -Where should I give the kitten? - asked the ice cream man. - Which kitten? - asked Kolobok. “Which I found at the crime scene,” said Korzhikov. He took out a wonderful red kitten from his apron pocket. Kolobok looked at the kitten through a magnifying glass. - Siberian! - he said. - Maybe criminals from Siberia? - Bulochkin suggested. - And we need to leave him in business. - Take him with you! - Kolobok ordered. - Maybe he will lead you on the trail. Bulochkin and the ice cream man left. The sun setting behind the park bathed everything in gold. A ray of sunlight hitting the back of Kolobok’s head filled him with a yellow glow. The bun looked like a wheel of cheese illuminated from the inside and felt awkward. He closed the curtains, picked up the balalaika and began to play. Everyone who knew Kolobok for a long time understood: Kolobok thinks. And everything around the NPDD fell silent. Meanwhile, Bulochkin and Korzhikov approached the place of the disappearance. Bulochkin’s last words were spinning in his head: “He can put you on the trail.” So he asked the ice cream man for a kitten, lowered it to the ground and ordered: “Trace!” The kitten immediately ran a hundred meters to the nearest trash can, sat down next to it and began to chew the herring tail. “You misunderstood us,” said Bulochkin. - We don't need herring. We need a cart. The kitten did not move from its place and intensively crunched its herring tail. Suddenly the ice cream man grabbed Bulochkin by the hand: - Look! A janitor was walking along the alley with a broom and pushing a cart with ice cream in front of her. - This is my cart! - said Korzhikov. Bulochkin turned on the walkie-talkie: “Kolobok, Kolobok, we found the criminal.” We'll take it. “Take it,” Kolobok said in a whisper. - But be careful, make sure they don’t take you. - The criminal is armed! - Korzhikov said to Bulochkin in a quiet slogan. - What are you armed with? - Bulochkin asked. “He’s armed with a broom,” answered the ice cream man. - We'll take it with the broom! - Bulochkin said decisively. - I'm using a distraction technique. He came close to the janitor with a cart and said, pointing to the sky: “Look: the shovels are flying!” - What shovels? Why are they flying? - the janitor was surprised and began to carefully study the sky. At that second, Bulochkin fastened it with a chain with a zip lock to the handle of the cart. Rural cyclists use chains like these to chain their bikes to shop handrails. - Kolobok, Kolobok! - he immediately reported into the radiotelephone. - A dangerous criminal has been detained... Your game is lost! - He turned to the janitor. - We will hand you over to the police. - What game? - the janitor was surprised. - I myself went to hand over this cart to the police. - Bulochkin, Bulochkin, immediately release this blonde with glasses and apologize to her. Bulochkin was dumbfounded. Wow! At such a distance, Kolobok learned that the janitor was blonde. He unfastened the janitor and said into the microphone: “We continue the investigation.” - Oh! - the woman suddenly said to Bulochkin and Korzhikov. Look: the shovels have turned and are flying back. - What shovels? - the victim and the investigator were surprised. -Why did you turn around? - To teach someone a lesson! - the janitor answered and waved her broom at the legs of the two men. They both collapsed as if they had been knocked down. “We continue to work,” said the cheerful Bulochkin. - Work continues! - the ice cream maker Korzhikov formalized his thought into a slogan. Despite everything! They got to their feet, and Bulochkin began examining the cart and drawing up theories. - We begin preliminary inspection. Is the cart intact? Are the wheels in place? “On the spot,” answered the ice cream maker Korzhikov. -Where should they be? Who needs them, so bow-legged? “Don’t ask me questions,” Bulochkin reprimanded him. -Answer clearly, in a military manner: “That’s right.” I repeat: Is the cart intact? Are the wheels in place? - Yes, exactly, in a military way. Who needs them, so bow-legged? - Do you have any versions? - Yes sir. None. - I have. It is immediately obvious that you are not working in our system. Most likely, there was a gang at work. I wonder how many there were. How many ice creams have disappeared? - Fifty packs. The rest are here,” answered the ice cream man. -And here is also a triangular button with two holes, a metal ruble, my watch and a knitted hat with a pompom. Bulochkin turned on the radio and reported everything to Kolobok. “Continue your search,” said Kolobok. - I will develop my version. The suspicious sun was sinking lower and lower towards sunset. The park became quiet, and the noise of the city became increasingly audible. Suspicious passersby left the park along with suspicious children. Bu-lochkin thought. Then he asked: “The cart was gone for half an hour.” How many packs of ice cream can one human criminal eat in this time? - Exactly, I don’t know! - said the ice cream man. - Necessary to find out. Having found out this, we will find out how many human criminals there were. Let's conduct an investigative experiment. - Can I take part in the experiment? - asked Korzhikov. -Have you thought of everything? - All. - Then I allow it. Let's set our watches. Bulochkin's watch showed seven o'clock, Korzhikov's watch froze and showed nothing because of the frost. Nevertheless, the experiment began. It was necessary to find out how many people there were who stole state ice cream. They were eating ice cream, and a song was playing in their heads. Even if danger threatens us at times, And enemies shoot every moment, We work and bring clarity to this complex, confusing world. If they ask, we will answer that we wish happiness to children, Carousels and animals And unlocked doors. We don’t eat and don’t get enough sleep, We can break firewood without any difficulty. We'll run half of Moscow behind a tram, if we need to catch someone. If they ask, we will answer That we wish happiness to children, Carousels and animals And unlocked doors. There are millions of people with us, And none of them are alone, Beware, enemies and spies, Kolobok is leading a difficult search. If they ask, we will answer that we wish happiness to children, Carousels and animals And unlocked doors. Illuminated by a suspicious sun, Bulochkin and Korzhikov finished their ice cream. And Kolobok played the balalaika in the cozy NPDD. - The hat is in the cart, what does that mean? Mosquitoes danced on the bright window to the cheerful melody. The phone was silent. Obviously, the dog with excessive toothiness was found together with its brunette-brown-haired guard. And then it dawned on Kolobok. He turned on the intercom. - Bulochkin, Bulochkin, what’s on your head? - Cap, boss. Forage type. - Very good. Try to get this knitted hat out of the cart. - Yes, boss. The crack of the door being opened was heard, then the voice of Bun-na: “Done, boss.” - So. What's on your head now? - Knitted hat, boss. - Why? - Because the cap fell into the cart. - Great, Bulochkin. What about your buttons? Everything is in place? - No, boss, one came off and also fell. - Thank you, Bulochkin. - Can we continue the experiment? - Yes, continue. And Bulochkin and Korzhikov boldly delved into the ice cream. - I've already eaten three packs. - said Bulochkin. “And I’m four,” said Korzhikov. - I have more experience. - It’s starting to get colder! - said Bulochkin. - Something started to heat up! - said Korzhikov. - I have a fever! - And I have chills! - We're sick. Death at work! - the ice cream man began to shout. He returned to his newspaper-headline state. -They won't come back! There were two of them! People sacrifice themselves! Bulochkin turned on the radio: - Kolobok, can you hear us? “Attention,” answers Kolobok. - I'm calling an ambulance for you. Hang in there. Bulochkin and Korzhikov took on each other. Bulochkin was sternly silent, and Korzhikov shouted: “The experiment was a failure!” The hospital is waiting for them! The planet is crying! He even shouted one slogan, clearly ahead of events: “Medicine is powerless.” Only a miracle will help them! An ambulance with a red cross on the top headlight drove into the park, and our patients were taken away. And now it’s a quiet hospital room. Not completely quiet, because Korzhikov constantly shouts: “Kolobok forgot about us!” Criminals on the loose! Ice cream makers around the world are protesting! We die in hospitals, and some people don’t even think about us. And then the door to the room opened and Kolobok entered. He was in a white robe and slippers on his bare feet, with a pipe. - Kolobok does not forget about anyone. He knows everything. - Yes? - shouted the irrepressible Korzhikov. -Where are the criminals? “Criminals are around us,” answered Kolobok. - Look who's lying on the neighboring beds. And immediately the boys stood up in all the neighboring beds. - We won't do it again! - they said in hoarse voices. - Gotcha! - the ice cream man shouted. - Aren’t you ashamed to take government ice cream for free? “We’re not free,” the boys said. - We put a ruble. - And a kitten! - Ha-ha-ha! - said Korzhikov. - This planet is laughing. But the bank doesn’t accept kittens yet! Live currency - do we need it?! - Are we going to be arrested now? - the boys asked. - Never! - said the ice cream maker Korzhikov. - Since you confessed, I will pay for you. But I won't give you the kitten. I have grown attached to him. Sellers are leaving hospitals! The plan leads us on our way! He quickly recovered and got dressed. And left. Kolobok and Bulochkin looked after him affectionately and thought: “It’s so good that he feels good. So, it’s not in vain that we are keeping a hard watch. May there always be sunshine.” The reformed boys sat on their beds and looked enthusiastically at the famous Kolobok. “Chief,” asked Bulochkin, “how did you guess that the janitor was blonde with glasses?” “Very simple,” said Kolobok, “my method is attention plus memory.” She has been working in our park for six years. Her photograph hangs on the Honor Board at the entrance. Next to mine, by the way, is Comrade Bulochkin.
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In the depths of the central park, where the asphalt ends and the construction of the multi-story garage of Gorgartranskhoz begins, there is a one-story mysterious house with a sign “NPDD”.
This is an Urgent Point of Good Deeds, and the main thing in it is Kolobok. His faithful friend and comrade, Bulochkin, helps him in everything. They are engaged in solving minor crimes and violations. (They accept orders from the public).
What is too complicated for the vigilantes, and too simple for the police, is just right for Kolobok.
He is in the village as a child
Lived with my grandmother.
She was a housewife.
And grandfather is in the field
He guarded the haystacks
With a huge hunting husky.
And to live - to live
He feels good
He can't sit at home.
And here it is from grandma
He went to the city
He started working in the police.
He is twenty five years old
I kept order,
Anyone interfered with crime.
To clean water
He brought them out
Who did not allow the population to live.
Now in the children's park
It works.
Although he is many years old,
But still
Now I'm passionate about raising children,
Teenagers and youth.
And loves and appreciates
His baby
And all uncles and aunts know:
Are you in trouble?
Call me.
Kolobok is always at work.
Kolobok was an owl, and Bulochkin was a finch. But Kolobok was the boss, and so they worked more in the evenings. Just don't think that they didn't work during the day. They worked during the day, and in the evening, and in the morning... They just liked to work most of all in the evening.
Tonight was languid and warm. The phone rarely rang - once an hour.
So it rang again with a sluggish, uninitiative call. Bulochkin immediately grabbed the phone.
Hello! The Kolobok apparatus is at the apparatus! - he said cheerfully, trying to breathe life into the sluggish flow of events.
But nothing came of it. The receiver said in a languid female voice:
Is this NPDD? - Yes sir!
NPDD, NPDD, in our attic the cat meows Shainsky’s music, and my granddaughter and I are learning Beethoven. Help!
Order is accepted! - said Bulochkin. - We'll catch the cat and retrain it to Beethoven. Please provide your address.
He wrote down the address in the order book and asked Kolobok:
Chief, can we go?
Wait, Bulochkin, it’s not evening yet! - said Kolobok, although it was already evening.
I think there will be more interesting things to do today.
And sure enough: the phone rang more proactively.
Kolobok moved the typewriter towards him:
Let's take a verbal portrait.
Dogs of course.
Kolobok quickly typed all this out.
Let's take a verbal portrait.
Watchman.
Tall, with a hint of baldness. Name is Uncle Kolya. The character is Ryazan, flexible. Has a ten year old son. The son also disappeared. Give a verbal portrait?
For whom - the son or the watchman?
I am the director of the institution. Give a verbal portrait?
No, thanks. I got it. Comrade director, take your wife and children and come to our park. Today there is an exhibition of service and guard dogs, you will find both your guard and your Rex.
The man on the phone was terribly happy and repeated for a long time:
Thank you, Comrade Kolobok. Thank you, Comrade Kolobok.
Please, comrade warehouse director,” Kolobok said and hung up.
But the phone immediately rang again:
How did you guess that I am a warehouse director? And not the director of a museum or theater?
Very simple. Our theaters and museums are not guarded by dogs with excessive toothiness. Hello to your Uncle Kolya.
Bulochkin, as always, was shocked by Kolobok’s iron logic. He took the order book and wrote down how this mysterious disappearance was solved, how the guard dog was found literally in the presence of the customer. And even more than that - literally without the presence of the customer.
But Kolobok was dissatisfied:
These are all seeds! Nothing interesting. But my heart senses that somewhere a serious crime is brewing.
And it matured. It was ripe and filling. At this time, at the other end of the city...
At this time, at the other end of the park, an ice cream man was walking along the alley. There are many of them. An ordinary cart worker. But he walked without a cart and shouted loudly:
Guard! Crime of the century!
Passers-by looked at him with curiosity. And he shouted further:
A hundred packs of ice cream were stolen! Robbery of a pensioner. The police are powerless.
Why? - asked passers-by.
They don't really like ice cream. If the dumplings disappeared...
There is an organization in the city!
Today - ice cream, tomorrow - “Toy House”.
The planet asks: “Who will answer?”
The screams and screams were getting closer and closer to the NPDD, where Kolobok was nervously walking around in anticipation of a big deal. He was wearing a sleeveless vest, soft felt boots, made to order, and a warm cap, because autumn was approaching.
And then an ice cream man appeared on the threshold.
I speak on behalf of the workers of planet Earth! There will be no more ice cream!
And what? - asked Kolobok. - Have you closed your cold storage plant?
There's a gang in town! The police are powerless.
We will arm the population! - Bulochkin answered calmly and with dignity, showing the ice cream man that there is... there is a way out, that all is not lost.
Surname? - Kolobok asked sternly.
I am a worker of planet Earth.
Last name,” Kolobok repeated.
Korzhikov.
“Tell everything in order, Comrade Korzhikov,” Kolobok ordered.
And pay attention to suspicious details,” Bulochkin added.
“Okay,” said the ice cream man. - Here is how it was. Sun was shining.
I went and sold ice cream. Shoppers were walking around, a whole street of buyers. I sang a song:
Masha, Dasha and Olezhka
You are invited to the cart.
Why was the world created?
In order to eat ice cream.
Hurry up to the car
And take two packs.
A glass for you and a glass for you,
So we completed the plan!
The Stakhanovite himself Stakhanov
I once took five glasses,
Treated my friends
And they went to the museum.
Know, adults and children,
Is in a space rocket
A kilometer of pasta
And ten tons of ice cream.
Talk to the strongmen
After all, they are not rolls
Strengthen hand strength
And ice cream, my friend.
Hurry up to the car
And take three packs.
A glass for you and a glass for you,
So we carried out the plan.
It's a friend, it's not that stupid
Eat popsicle instead of soup.
Once and twice - and the whole lunch,
And there are no dirty dishes.
Ice cream, ice cream
It costs very little
Ice cream, ice cream
Everything will open doors for you.
What about suspicious details? - Bulochkin recalled.
“Okay,” the ice cream man understood. - The sun was shining suspiciously. A suspicious wind was blowing. Suspicious characters were walking around. A whole street of types.
Were there no foreign aliens?
There were,” the ice cream man immediately agreed. - There were suspicious aliens disguised as our unsuspicious passers-by.
Suddenly a suspicious kitten meowed. I followed him suspiciously. And someone stole my suspicious cart.
Kolobok listened to all this and said:
Once again, please tell me everything. Just more details, please.
“Okay,” agreed the ice cream maker Korzhikov. - Such a detailed sun was shining. Such a detailed wind was blowing. Such detailed passers-by walked around in detail. Then such a detailed kitten meowed. I followed him in detail. And someone stole my detail cart.
Not much! - said Kolobok.
Exactly! - the ice cream man agreed. - The sun was shining so sparsely. The wind was blowing lightly and suspiciously. Such sparse passers-by were walking around sparsely. Then such a thin kitten meowed. I followed him loosely, and someone stole my thin cart.
Well? - Kolobok asked Bulochkin.
It's foggy, boss! - he said.
The ice cream maker immediately agreed:
The sun was shining so misty. There was such a foggy wind blowing. Passers-by were walking around in the fog. Then such a foggy kitten meowed. I followed him blearily. And someone in the fog stole my cart. What will happen now?
“Everything will be all right,” said Kolobok. We entrust the case to the best specialist. Bulochkin, go out!
Eat! - answered Bulochkin. - Let's set the watches.
Everyone started checking their watches. Kolobok and Bulochkin's watches beat second by second, but the ice cream man's watch remained lying in the cart, in the money drawer.
Where can I hand over a kitten? - asked the ice cream man.
What kitten? - asked Kolobok.
Which I found at the crime scene,” said Korzhikov.
He took out a wonderful red kitten from his apron pocket. Kolobok looked at the kitten through a magnifying glass.
Siberian! - he said.
Maybe the criminals are from Siberia? - Bulochkin suggested. - And we need to leave him in business.
Take it with you! - Kolobok ordered. - Maybe he will lead you on the trail.
Bulochkin and the ice cream man left. The sun setting behind the park bathed everything in gold. A ray of sunlight hitting the back of Kolobok’s head filled him with a yellow glow. The bun looked like a wheel of cheese illuminated from the inside and felt awkward.
He closed the curtains, picked up the balalaika and began to play. Everyone who knew Kolobok for a long time understood: Kolobok thinks. And everything around the NPDD became quiet.
Meanwhile, Bulochkin and Korzhikov approached the place of the disappearance. Bulochkin’s last words were spinning in his head: “He can put you on the trail.” So he asked the ice cream man for a kitten, lowered it to the ground and ordered: “Trace!”
The kitten immediately ran a hundred meters to the nearest trash can, sat down next to it and began to chew the herring tail.
“You misunderstood us,” said Bulochkin. - We don't need herring. We need a cart.
The kitten did not move from its place and intensively crunched its herring tail.
Suddenly the ice cream man grabbed Bulochkin by the hand:
Look!
A janitor was walking along the alley with a broom and pushing a cart with ice cream in front of her.
This is my cart! - said Korzhikov.
Bulochkin turned on the walkie-talkie:
Kolobok, Kolobok, we found the criminal. We'll take it.
Take it,” Kolobok said in a whisper. - But be careful, make sure they don’t take you.
The criminal is armed! - Korzhikov said to Bulochkin in a quiet slogan.
What are you armed with? - asked Bulochkin,
“Armed with a broom,” answered the ice cream man.
We'll take it with a broom! - Bulochkin said decisively. - I'm using a distraction technique.
He came close to the janitor with a cart and said, pointing to the sky:
Look: the shovels are flying!
What shovels? Why are they flying? - the janitor was surprised and began to carefully study the sky.
At that second, Bulochkin fastened it with a chain with a zip lock to the handle of the cart. Rural cyclists use chains like these to chain their bikes to shop handrails.
Kolobok, Kolobok! - he immediately reported into the radiotelephone. - A dangerous criminal has been detained... Your game is lost! - he turned to the janitor.
We will hand you over to the police.
What game? - the janitor was surprised. - I myself went to hand over this cart to the police.
Bulochkin, Bulochkin, immediately release this blonde with glasses and apologize to her.
Bulochkin was dumbfounded. Wow! At such a distance, Kolobok learned that the janitor was blonde. He unfastened the janitor and said into the microphone:
We continue the investigation.
Oh! - the woman suddenly said to Bulochkin and Korzhikov. - Look: the shovels have turned and are flying back.
What shovels? - the victim and the investigator were surprised. - Why did you turn around?
To teach someone a lesson! - the janitor answered and waved her broom at the legs of the two men.
They both collapsed as if they had been knocked down.
We continue to work,” said the cheerful Bulochkin.
Work continues! - the ice cream maker Korzhikov formalized his thought into a slogan. - Despite everything!
They got to their feet, and Bulochkin began examining the cart and drawing up theories.
We begin the preliminary examination. Is the cart intact? Are the wheels in place?
“On the spot,” answered the ice cream maker Korzhikov. -Where should they be? Who needs them, so bow-legged?
“Don’t ask me questions,” Bulochkin reprimanded him. - Answer clearly, in a military manner: “That’s right.” I repeat: Is the cart intact? Are the wheels in place?
That's right, military style. Who needs them, so bow-legged?
Do you have any versions?
Yes sir. None.
I have. It is immediately obvious that you are not working in our system. Most likely, there was a gang at work. I wonder how many there were. How many ice creams have disappeared?
Fifty packs. The rest are here,” answered the ice cream man. - And here is also a triangular button with two holes, a metal ruble, my watch and a knitted hat with a pompom.
Bulochkin turned on the radio and reported everything to Kolobok.
Continue your search,” said Kolobok. - I will develop my version.
The suspicious sun was sinking lower and lower towards sunset. The park became quiet, and the noise of the city became increasingly audible.
Suspicious passersby left the park along with suspicious children. Bulochkin thought. Then he asked:
The cart was missing for half an hour. How many packs of ice cream can one human criminal eat in this time?
Exactly, I don’t know! - said the ice cream man.
Necessary to find out. Having found out this, we will find out how many human criminals there were. Let's conduct an investigative experiment.
Can I take part in the experiment? - asked Korzhikov.
Have you thought of everything?
Then I allow it. Let's set our watches.
Bulochkin's watch showed seven o'clock, Korzhikov's watch froze and showed nothing because of the frost. Nevertheless, the experiment began. It was necessary to find out how many people there were who stole state ice cream.
They were eating ice cream, and a song was playing in their heads.
Let danger threaten us at times,
And the enemies shoot every moment,
We are working and making things clear
In this complex, confusing world.
If they ask, we will answer,
That we wish happiness to the children,
Carousels and animals
And unlocked doors.
We don't eat and don't get enough sleep,
We can break firewood without any difficulty.
We'll run half of Moscow behind a tram,
If you need to catch someone.
If they ask, we will answer
That we wish happiness to the children,
Carousels and animals
And unlocked doors.
There are millions of people with us,
And none of them are alone
Beware, enemies and spies,
Kolobok is conducting a difficult search.
If they ask, we will answer,
That we wish happiness to the children,
Carousels and animals
And unlocked doors.
Illuminated by a suspicious sun, Bulochkin and Korzhikov finished their ice cream. And Kolobok played the balalaika in the cozy NPDD.
Beanie in the cart, what does that mean?
Mosquitoes danced on the bright window to the cheerful melody. The phone was silent. Obviously, the dog with excessive toothiness was found together with its brunette-brown-haired guard. And then it dawned on Kolobok. He turned on the intercom.
Bulochkin, Bulochkin, what's on your head?
Cap, chief. Forage type.
Very good. Try to get this knitted hat out of the cart.
I'm listening, boss.
The crack of the door opening was heard, then Bulochkin’s voice:
Done, boss.
So. What's on your head now?
Knitted hat, boss.
Because the cap fell into the cart.
Great, Bulochkin. What about your buttons? Everything is in place?
No, boss, one came off and fell too.
Thank you, Bulochkin.
Can we continue the experiment?
Yes, please continue.
And Bulochkin and Korzhikov boldly delved into the ice cream.
I've already eaten three packs. - said Bulochkin.
And I’m four,” said Korzhikov. - I have more experience.
It's starting to get colder! - said Bulochkin.
Something started to heat up! - said Korzhikov. - I have a fever!
And I have chills!
We got sick. Death at work! - the ice cream man began to shout. He returned to his newspaper-headline state. - They won't come back! There were two of them! People sacrifice themselves!
Bulochkin turned on the radio:
Kolobok, can you hear us?
Attention, - answers Kolobok. - I’m calling an ambulance for you. Hang in there.
Bulochkin and Korzhikov took on each other. Bulochkin was sternly silent, and Korzhikov shouted:
The experiment failed! The hospital is waiting for them! The planet is crying!
He even shouted one slogan, clearly ahead of events:
Medicine is powerless. Only a miracle will help them!
An ambulance with a red cross on the top headlight drove into the park, and our patients were taken away.
And now it’s a quiet hospital room. Not completely quiet, because Korzhikov constantly shouts:
Kolobok forgot about us! Criminals on the loose! Ice cream makers around the world are protesting! We die in hospitals, and some people don’t even think about us.
And then the door to the room opened and Kolobok entered. He was in a white robe and slippers on his bare feet, with a pipe.
Kolobok does not forget about anyone. He knows everything.
Yes? - shouted the irrepressible Korzhikov. -Where are the criminals?
“Criminals are around us,” answered Kolobok. - Look who's lying on the neighboring beds.
And immediately the boys stood up in all the neighboring beds.
We won't do it again! - they said in hoarse voices.
Gotcha! - the ice cream man shouted. - Aren’t you ashamed to take government ice cream for free?
“We’re not free,” the boys said. - We put a ruble.
And a kitten!
Ha ha ha! - said Korzhikov. - This planet is laughing. But the bank doesn’t accept kittens yet! Live currency - do we need it?!
Will we be arrested now? - the boys asked.
Never! - said the ice cream maker Korzhikov. - Since you confessed, I will pay for you. But I won't give you the kitten. I have grown attached to him. Sellers are leaving hospitals! The plan leads us on our way!
He quickly recovered and got dressed. And left. Kolobok and Bulochkin looked after him affectionately and thought: “It’s good that he feels good. So, it’s not in vain that we keep a difficult watch. May there always be sunshine."
Fairy tale Kolobok follows the trail of Uspensky read
In the depths of the central park, where the asphalt ends and the construction of the multi-story garage of Gorgartranskhoz begins, there is a one-story mysterious house with a sign “NPDD”.
This is an Urgent Point of Good Deeds, and the main thing in it is Kolobok. His faithful friend and comrade, Bulochkin, helps him in everything. They are engaged in solving minor crimes and violations. (They accept orders from the public).
What is too complicated for the vigilantes, and too simple for the police, is just right for Kolobok.
He is in the village as a child
Lived with my grandmother.
She was a housewife.
And grandfather is in the field
He guarded the haystacks
With a huge hunting husky.
And to live - to live
He feels good
He can't sit at home.
And here it is from grandma
He went to the city
He started working in the police.
He is twenty five years old
I kept order,
Anyone interfered with crime.
To clean water
He brought them out
Who did not allow the population to live.
Now in the children's park
It works.
Although he is many years old,
But still
Now I'm passionate about raising children,
Teenagers and youth.
And loves and appreciates
His baby
And all uncles and aunts know:
-Are you in trouble?
- Call me.
Kolobok was an owl, and Bulochkin was a finch. But Kolobok was the boss, and so they worked more in the evenings. Just don't think that they didn't work during the day. They worked during the day, and in the evening, and in the morning... They just liked to work most of all in the evening.
Tonight was languid and warm. The phone rarely rang - once an hour.
So it rang again with a sluggish, uninitiative call. Bulochkin immediately grabbed the phone.
- Hello! The Kolobok apparatus is at the apparatus! - he said cheerfully, trying to breathe life into the sluggish flow of events.
But nothing came of it. The receiver said in a languid female voice:
— Is this NPDD? - Yes sir!
— NPDD, NPDD, in our attic a cat meows Shainsky’s music, and my granddaughter and I are learning Beethoven. Help!
- Order is accepted! - said Bulochkin. “We’ll catch the cat and retrain it to Beethoven.” Please provide your address.
He wrote down the address in the order book and asked Kolobok: Kolobok is following the trail (story)
- Chief, can we go?
- Wait, Bulochkin, it’s not evening yet! - said Kolobok, although it was already evening.
“I think there will be more interesting things to do today.”
And sure enough: the phone rang more proactively.
“Kolobok, Kolobok,” said a male voice, “our dog is missing.”
Kolobok moved the typewriter towards him:
- Let's give a verbal portrait.
- Whose?
- Dogs, of course.
Kolobok quickly typed all this out.
- Let's give a verbal portrait.
- Watchman.
- Tall, with a hint of baldness. Name is Uncle Kolya. The character is Ryazan, flexible. Has a ten year old son. The son also disappeared. Give a verbal portrait?
- For whom - the son or the watchman?
- To Rex!
— I am the director of the institution. Give a verbal portrait?
- No, thanks. I got it. Comrade director, take your wife and children and come to our park. Today there is an exhibition of service and guard dogs, you will find both your guard and your Rex.
The man on the phone was terribly happy and repeated for a long time:
- Thank you, Comrade Kolobok. Thank you, Comrade Kolobok.
“Please, comrade warehouse director,” said Kolobok and hung up.
But the phone immediately rang again:
— How did you guess that I was the warehouse director? And not the director of a museum or theater?
- Very simple. Our theaters and museums are not guarded by dogs with excessive toothiness. Hello to your Uncle Kolya.
Bulochkin, as always, was shocked by Kolobok’s iron logic. He took the order book and wrote down how this mysterious disappearance was solved, how the guard dog was found literally in the presence of the customer. And even more than that - literally without the presence of the customer.
But Kolobok was dissatisfied:
- These are all seeds! Nothing interesting. But my heart senses that a serious crime is brewing somewhere.
And it matured. It was ripe and filling. At this time, at the other end of the city...
At this time, at the other end of the park, an ice cream man was walking along the alley. There are many of them. An ordinary cart worker. But he walked without a cart and shouted loudly:
- Guard! Crime of the century!
Passers-by looked at him with curiosity. And he shouted further:
— A hundred packs of ice cream were stolen! Robbery of a pensioner. The police are powerless.
- Why? - asked passers-by.
— They don't really like ice cream. If the dumplings disappeared...
— There is an organization in the city!
- Today - ice cream, tomorrow - “Toy House”. Kolobok follows the trail
— The Planet asks: “Who will answer?”
The screams and screams were getting closer and closer to the NPDD, where Kolobok was nervously walking around in anticipation of a big deal. He was wearing a sleeveless vest, soft felt boots, made to order, and a warm cap, because autumn was approaching.
And then an ice cream man appeared on the threshold.
— I speak on behalf of the workers of planet Earth! There will be no more ice cream!
- And what? - asked Kolobok. — Have you closed your cold storage plant?
“There’s a gang operating in the city!” The police are powerless.
- We will arm the population! - Bulochkin answered calmly and with dignity, showing the ice cream maker that there is... there is a way out, that all is not lost.
- Surname? - Kolobok asked sternly.
— I am a worker of planet Earth.
“Last name,” repeated Kolobok.
- Korzhikov.
“Tell everything in order, Comrade Korzhikov,” ordered Kolobok.
“And pay attention to suspicious details,” Bulochkin added.
“Okay,” said the ice cream man. - Here is how it was. Sun was shining.
I went and sold ice cream. Shoppers were walking around, a whole street of buyers. I sang a song:
Masha, Dasha and Olezhka
You are invited to the cart.
Why was the world created?
In order to eat ice cream.
Hurry up to the car
And take two packs.
A glass for you and a glass for you,
So we completed the plan!
The Stakhanovite himself Stakhanov
I once took five glasses,
Treated my friends
And they went to the museum.
Know, adults and children,
Is in a space rocket
A kilometer of pasta
And ten tons of ice cream.
Talk to the strongmen
After all, they are not rolls
Strengthen hand strength
And ice cream, my friend.
Hurry up to the car
And take three packs.
A glass for you and a glass for you,
So we carried out the plan.
It's a friend, it's not that stupid
Eat popsicle instead of soup.
Once and twice - and the whole lunch,
And there are no dirty dishes.
Ice cream, ice cream
It costs very little
Ice cream, ice cream
Everything will open doors for you.
— What about suspicious details? - Bulochkin recalled.
“Okay,” the ice cream man understood. — The sun was shining suspiciously. A suspicious wind was blowing. Suspicious characters were walking around. A whole street of types.
— Were there any foreign aliens?
“We were,” the ice cream man immediately agreed. — There were suspicious aliens disguised as our unsuspicious passers-by.
— Suddenly a suspicious kitten meowed. I followed him suspiciously. And someone stole my suspicious cart.
Kolobok listened to all this and said:
- Once again, please tell me everything. Just more details, please.
“Okay,” agreed the ice cream maker Korzhikov. — The sun was shining in such detail. Such a detailed wind was blowing. Such detailed passers-by walked around in detail. Then such a detailed kitten meowed. I followed him in detail. And someone stole my detail cart.
- Not much! - said Kolobok.
- Exactly! - the ice cream man agreed. — The sun was shining so sparsely. The wind was blowing lightly and suspiciously. Such sparse passers-by were walking around sparsely. Then such a thin kitten meowed. I followed him loosely, and someone stole my thin cart.
- Well? - Kolobok asked Bulochkin.
- It's foggy, boss! - he said.
The ice cream maker immediately agreed:
— The sun was shining so foggy. There was such a foggy wind blowing. Passers-by were walking around in the fog. Then such a foggy kitten meowed. I followed him blearily. And someone in the fog stole my cart. What will happen now?
“Everything will be all right,” said Kolobok. We entrust the case to the best specialist. Bulochkin, go out!
- Eat! - answered Bulochkin. - Let's set our watches.
- We'll check.
Everyone started checking their watches. Kolobok and Bulochkin's watches beat second by second, but the ice cream man's watch remained lying in the cart, in the money drawer.
—Where should I give the kitten? - asked the ice cream man.
- Which kitten? - asked Kolobok.
“Which I found at the crime scene,” said Korzhikov.
He took out a wonderful red kitten from his apron pocket. Kolobok looked at the kitten through a magnifying glass.
- Siberian! - he said.
- Maybe criminals from Siberia? - Bulochkin suggested. - And we need to leave him in business.
