Interesting historical facts attract with their diversity. Thanks to them, humanity has a unique opportunity to understand what happened in a given period of development of a nation, society and states. Facts from history are not just what we were told at school. There is a lot that is classified in this area of knowledge.
1. Peter the Great had his own method to combat alcoholism in the country. Drunkards were awarded medals that weighed approximately 7 kilograms and could not be removed.
2.During the times Ancient Rus' Grasshoppers were called dragonflies.
3.The anthem of Thailand was written by a Russian composer.
5.Those who urinated in the pond were executed during the time of Genghis Khan.
7. Braids were a sign of feudalism in China.
8.Virginity English women in Tudor times it was symbolized by bracelets on the arms and a tightly tightened corset.
9.Nero, who was emperor in Ancient Rome, married his male slave.
10. In ancient times in India, ear mutilation was used as a punishment.
11.Arabic numerals were not invented by Arabs, but by mathematicians from India.
13.Binding feet was considered ancient tradition Chinese residents. The essence of this was to make the foot smaller, and therefore more feminine and beautiful.
14.Morphine was once used to relieve cough.
15.The ancient Egyptian pharaoh Tutankhamun had a sister and brother.
16. Gaius Julius Caesar had the nickname “boots”.
17.Elizabeth the First covered her own face with lead white and vinegar. This is how she hid traces of smallpox.
18.The symbol of the Russian tsars was precisely the Monomakh cap.
19. Pre-revolutionary Russia was considered the most non-drinking country.
20.Until the 18th century, Russia did not have a flag.
21. Since November 1941, the Soviet Union had a tax on childlessness. It amounted to 6% of the entire salary.
22.Trained dogs provided assistance in clearing mines during World War II.
23. Almost no earthquakes were recorded during the large-scale nuclear tests of 1960-1990.
24. For Hitler, the main enemy was not Stalin, but Yuri Levitan. He even announced a reward of 250,000 marks for his head.
25.The Icelandic “Saga of Hakon Hakonarson” talked about Alexander Nevsky.
26. Fist fights have long been famous in Rus'.
27. Catherine the Second abolished flogging for the military for same-sex contacts.
28. Only Joan of Arc, who called herself a messenger of God, managed to expel the invaders from France.
29.The length of the Cossack seagull, which we remember from the history of the Zaporozhye Sich, reached approximately 18 meters.
30. Genghis Khan defeated the Keraits, Merkits and Naimans.
31. By order of Emperor Augustus, houses that were taller than 21 meters were not built in Ancient Rome. This minimized the risk of being buried alive.
32.The Colosseum is considered the bloodiest place in history.
33. Alexander Nevsky had military rank"Khan".
34.In times Russian Empire It was allowed to carry edged weapons.
35.Soldiers in Napoleon's army addressed the generals on a first name basis.
36. During the Roman war, soldiers lived in tents of 10 people.
37. Any touching of the emperor in Japan before World War II was blasphemy.
38.Boris and Gleb are the first Russian saints who were canonized in 1072.
39.In the Great Patriotic War A Red Army machine gunner named Semyon Konstantinovich Hitler, who was Jewish by nationality, participated.
40. In the old days in Rus', to clean pearls, they were given to a chicken to peck at them. After this, the chicken was slaughtered and the pearls were pulled out of its stomach.
41. From the very beginning, people who cannot speak Greek were called barbarians.
42.V pre-revolutionary Russia name day for Orthodox people were more important holiday than a birthday.
43.When England and Scotland came to a union, Great Britain was created.
44.After Alexander the Great brought cane sugar from one of his Indian campaigns to Greece, it immediately began to be called “Indian salt.”
45. In the 17th century, thermometers were filled not with mercury, but with cognac.
46.The first condom in the world was invented by the Aztecs. It was made from a fish bladder.
47. In 1983, not a single human birth was registered in the Vatican.
48.From the 9th to the 16th centuries in England there was a law that every man must practice archery daily.
49.When the Winter Palace was stormed, only 6 people died.
50.About 13,500 houses were destroyed during the great and famous fire of London in 1666.
A girl with a very sad and thoughtful face is sitting on a bench. The young people passing by obviously decided to get acquainted:
- Young woman! You have probably never been more beautiful in your life than you are today!
The girl, without raising her eyes, says thoughtfully and sadly:
- Yes, and menstruation until today were regular...
Timely help
In the past, there was a toilet on the territory of the military department of Moscow State University. And there were two fire extinguishers hanging in that toilet. One near entrance doors, the second one is directly above the toilet. One major came and sat down in a big way. Having finished his business, he gets up from the toilet and touches the fire extinguisher, which hangs directly above the toilet, with his shoulder. The fire extinguisher falls and goes off. What should the poor major do? He holds his pants with one hand, and with the other he grabbed a fire extinguisher and directed the stream into the toilet. And he squeals with good obscenities: “Help-and-those!!” The colonel comes running when he shouts and sees this terrible picture, grabs a second fire extinguisher from the wall, turns it on and directs the stream into the toilet.
"Don't come... the office is gone"
A friend of mine comes home and they say to him:
- You are urgently called to work. Something happened to you there.
He, of course, is getting ready, and just as he was about to tie his tie, the pager beeped. The guy looks, and there is a message: “Zhenya, there is no office. You don’t have to come.” He almost had a heart attack.
As it turned out later, there were minor troubles with one of the clients at work. And the message on the pager was sent by his friend, whom he asked to put on Microsoft computer Office.
...
Moscow. Winter. Snow. A boy plays football. Suddenly the sound of broken glass. A janitor, a stern Russian janitor, runs out with a broom and chases after the boy. The boy runs and thinks: “Why, why all this!? Why all this image of a street boy, all this football, all these friends!? Why??? I’ve already done all my homework, why don’t I sit at home on the couch and read books your favorite writer Ernest Hemingway?
Havana. Ernest Hemingway is finishing another novel and thinking: “Why, why all this? How tired of everything, all this Cuba, these bananas, this cane, this heat, these Cubans!!! Why am I not in Paris, not sitting with my friend Andre Maurois in the company of beautiful courtesans, drinking your morning aperitif and talking about the meaning of life?
Paris. Andre Maurois, stroking the thigh of a beautiful courtesan and drinking his morning aperitif, thinks: “Why, why do I need all this? How tired I am of this Paris, these rude French, dirty Moroccans, these stupid courtesans, this Eiffel Tower, from which they spit on your head !!! Why am I not in Russia, not in Moscow, where it’s cold, snowy, not sitting with my best friend Andrei Platonov, not talking about the meaning of life??”
Moscow. Cold. Snow. Andrey Platonov. Wearing earflaps. With a broom. He chases the boy and thinks: “Damn, if I catch up, I’ll fucking kill him!”
Organs however!
Brain: One-two! One-two! Feet - let's go, Eyes - look, Ears - listen!
Ears: What?
Brain: Nothing. Listen, let's go.
Ears: And so we are.
Eyes: Look, look! Which girl is coming!
Brain: Really? Look! Legs!
Legs: What?
Brain: Nothing!!! Well, quickly - head for that chick over there!
Legs: Yes, sir!
Brain: That's better.
Eyes: What a butt...
Member: Really? Hmmm...Listen, Brain, give me some blood.
Brain: You need it yourself. I'll think about how to approach her.
Member: Come on, okay?
Brain: I haven’t met her yet, and you’re already awake!
Member: Yes, I am!
Brain: Shut up. So, I think. I.. d..u..m..a..yu.. I.. M..o..z..g.. MEMBER!!! LEAVE!!!
Member: Sorry, boss...
Brain: Eyes, where is she?
Eyes: We've already caught up.
Brain: Legs, are you crazy?? I haven’t thought of a speech yet!!
Legs: As long as you think, you can die. We are going.
Mouth: Brain, think of something to say?
Brain: uh... Well, (no, not that) you can... uh.. (no, it won’t work) hmmm...
Mouth: uh... Girl!... Can I... uh.... with you... uh... Uh?
Ears: Asks again. I don’t understand, it seems.
Eyes: But she turned around! Wow, what tits!
Ruki: Let me touch it!
Member: That's what I understand. Come on, dear ones, be bolder.
Brain: Everyone calm down!!! Be equal!! Attention!! Leave it!! Muzzle, why is it so red??
Face: I'm not a Muzzle, I'm a Face.
Brain: Talk to me! I ask red what?
Face: So this... The member said they give blood for free.
Eyes: She's waiting for us to say. Brain! Work, don't sleep!!
Brain: Hey, Mouth, ask how many degrees below zero it is now.
Mouth: Fell from the oak tree?
Brain: Do it!!!
Mouth: uh... Girl... uh... what time... is it... uh... time?... Uh.
Brain: Idiot... God, what an idiot. Okay... Ears, what is she answering there?...
Ears: What?
Brain: What?
Mouth: What? ...
Ears: He says it’s half past five.
Member: WHAT???? Yes, for such words...
Brain: Calm down. Let me see...
Eyes: She's leaving...
Brain: Where? Stand! Well my...
Eyes: But still, what an ass!
Member: You're a fool, brother Brain.
Roth: eh...
Ruki: As always, the matter did not reach us.
Brain: Okay, we'll show ourselves later. Let's go grab some beer.
Member: ! What a freak you are! With you you will become so impotent. Such a chick! missed it..
Brain: Shut up, hose. You will find work today even without a girl.
Member: Well, yes, of course. How to pick up a chick, it's crap, but how to piss, I'll take the rap. Listen, while you’re sober, tell your Hands to shake it off better. Damn Casanova...
...
It was in Vorkuta. Miners from one of the mines go to the bus stop after their shift. A bus is arriving. The whole crowd (there are really a lot of people) is breaking into this unfortunate bus. The conductor (an elderly woman), trying to somehow control the filling of the bus, says: “Stand in a herringbone pattern” - more people will fit!” And he explains that “herringbone” is not, as usual, people standing in transport shoulder to shoulder, but as if half-turned, something like this //////. And then a gloomy, tired voice from the crowd: “We can’t” Christmas tree!" “Why is this?” the conductor wonders. “But because the “bumps” are in the way!” answers the same gloomy voice. The bus almost exploded with laughter.
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At a university at the Faculty of Law, a professor asks a student: - If you want to treat someone with an orange, how will you do it?
“I’ll say: ‘Please help yourself!’,” the student answered.
- No no! - the professor shouted. - Think like a lawyer!
“Okay,” answered the student. - I will say: “I hereby assign to you all rights, claims, benefits and other interests in the property called the orange, together with all its peel, pulp, juice and seeds, with the right to squeeze, cut, freeze and otherwise use, using for this purpose, any kind of device, both currently existing and invented later, or without the use of said devices, as well as transfer previously named property to third parties with or without peel, pulp, juice and seeds..."
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My friend Ivan teaches taekwondo to children at school. One day, before training, he enters the gym and sees that it is even dirtier than usual. “I should sweep it a little, at least where I’ll be standing,” Ivan thought, put his bag on the bench and went to the utility room for a dustpan and mop. He returns and sees some guy rummaging through his things. Just at that moment he pulled out a black belt from his bag and looked at it with increasingly rounded eyes. After that, the man turned around... Ivan threw away the dustpan and grabbed the mop more comfortably, taking the second position to fight with the staff. The man thought quickly: - That's it, dude, I understand everything, there is no market! With these words, he thrust a hundred-ruble note into Ivan’s hand and asked for a shout.
...
Gas station and a small shop next to it. The driver gets out of the car and asks from the threshold of the store:
- Are there any seals?
He looks around the store and sees only me, buying Coca-Cola, and the saleswoman, who is clearly seeing not only a gas station, but also a cash register for the second time in her life. Seeing who he was addressing, he repeated the question, but quieter:
- I say, do you have oil seals here? - and glances around the entire store.
The saleswoman frowned, looked up from the cash register, and said sternly:
- The toilet is right there. But we don’t have urinals, whatever you call them!
...
To a lecture on philosophy, the professor brought a large glass jar, filled it with golf balls and asked the students if it was full.
The students replied that it was full.
Then the professor added pebbles to the jar and shook it so that the pebbles filled the space between the golf balls.
- Is it full now? - he asked.
“Yes,” the students answered.
Then the professor added river sand to the jar, which filled the remaining space. The jar was full again. After that, the professor took out two cans of beer and poured it into the jar.
- And now it’s full?
The students agreed with a laugh and asked what it all meant.
- The bank is our life. Golf balls represent important big things (love, health, family, home) with which we fill our lives. Pebbles mean less important things (car, household appliances, jewelry), which also fill our lives. And sand is the little things that happen in our lives.
- Please note that if we first begin to fill our lives with all sorts of small, unimportant things and affairs, then there will be no room in it for large and important things. Always deal with the important things in life first, and only then the small ones that mean little to you.
- What does beer mean? - asked one of the students.
- This means that no matter how full your life is, there will always be a place and time in it for a couple of cans of beer.
Short stories are a genre in literature that requires special skill and talent of the author. Sometimes 55 words are enough to convey the meaning and idea. This is incredibly small, but it is enough to think about what sometimes seems insignificant and unimportant to us. A short story is the story of one life, one tragedy, one fate.
One day, New Time magazine held an event in which participants were asked to write a story no more than 55 words long. The action caused an incredible response among readers.
The result of this action was a collection called “The World’s Shortest Stories.” Genre short stories captivated not only the readers of New Time magazine, but also the best representatives of the literary community. So, for example, Hemingway once won an argument by writing a story that could touch anyone and consisted of only 4 words:
“Children's shoes for sale. Unworn."
Some believe that any story should contain three traditional components: beginning, climax and denouement. Master of the story O. Henry won the competition by writing his short story, taking into account these requirements:
“The driver lit a cigarette and bent over the gas tank to see how much gasoline was left. The deceased was twenty-three years old."
American science fiction writer and master detective genre Frederick Brown managed to write the shortest of horror stories:
“The last man on Earth was sitting in a room. There was a knock on the door..."
But you don't have to be a recognized literary genius to write short stories. For example, an elderly French woman won a competition by writing the most short autobiography:
“I used to have a smooth face and a wrinkled skirt, but now it’s the other way around.”
TOP 20 SHORT STORIES.
"What the Devil Wants"
The two boys stood and watched Satan slowly walk away. The sparkle of his hypnotic eyes still clouded their heads.
Listen, what did he want from you?
My soul. And from you?
A coin for a pay phone. He urgently needed to call.
Do you want us to go eat?
I want to, but now I have no money at all.
It's OK. I have plenty.
Brian Newell.
"Higher education"
In college, we just wiped our pants down,” Jennings said, washing his dirty hands.
After all these budget cuts they don't teach you much, they just made estimates and things went on as usual.
So how did you study?
But we didn’t study. However, you can watch me work.
The nurse opened the door.
Dr. Jennings, you're needed in the operating room.
Ron Bast.
"Gratitude"
The woolen blanket that he was recently given in charitable foundation, hugged his shoulders comfortably, and the boots he found in the trash today did not sting at all. The street lights warmed his soul so pleasantly after all this chilling darkness... The curve of the park bench seemed so familiar to his tired old back. “Thank you, Lord,” he thought, “life is simply amazing!”
Andrew E. Hunt.
"Rendezvous"
The phone rang.
Hello,” she whispered.
Victoria, it's me. Let's meet at the pier at midnight.
OK, darling.
And please don’t forget to take a bottle of champagne with you,” he said.
I won't forget, dear. I want to be with you tonight.
Hurry up, I have no time to wait! - he said and hung up.
She sighed, then smiled.
I wonder who it is,” she said.
Nicole Weddle.
"Bed Story"
Watch out baby, it's loaded,” he said as he walked back into the bedroom.
Her back rested on the headboard of the bed.
Is this for your wife?
No. It would be risky. I'll hire a hitman.
What if the killer is me?
He grinned.
Who is smart enough to hire a woman to kill a man?
She licked her lips and aimed her sights at him.
Your wife's.
Geoffrey Whitmore.
"Unfortunate"
They say evil has no face. Indeed, no feelings were reflected on his face. There was not a glimmer of sympathy on him, but the pain was simply unbearable. Can't he see the horror in my eyes and the panic on my face? He calmly, one might say, carried out his dirty work professionally, and at the end he politely said: “Rinse your mouth, please.”
Dan Andrews.
"The Decisive Moment"
She could almost hear the doors of her prison slamming shut. Freedom is gone forever, now her fate is in someone else’s hands, and she will never see freedom. Crazy thoughts flashed through her head about how nice it would be to fly far, far away. But she knew that it was impossible to hide. She turned to the groom with a smile and repeated: “Yes, I agree.”
Tina Milburn.
"Start"
She was angry with him. In their idyllic life, they had almost everything, but she longed for one thing - something they never had. Only his cowardice was a hindrance. Then it will be necessary to get rid of it, but it’s too early. It's better to be calm and cunning. Beautiful in her nakedness, she grabbed the fruit. “Adam,” she called quietly.
Enrique Cavalitto.
"In the hospital"
She drove the car at breakneck speed. Lord, if only I could make it on time.
But from the expression on the face of the doctor from the intensive care unit, she understood everything. She began to sob.
Is he conscious? “Mrs. Allerton,” the doctor said softly, “you should be happy.”
His last words were: “I love you, Mary.” She looked at the doctor and turned away.
“Thank you,” Judith said coldly.
Barnaby Conrades.
"Hide and Seek"
Ninety-nine, one hundred! Ready or not, here I come! I hate driving, but for me it's much easier than hiding. Entering a dark room, I whisper to those who are hiding inside: “They hit and hit!” They follow me along the long corridor with their eyes, and in the mirrors hanging on the walls my figure in a black cassock and with a scythe in his hands is reflected.
Kurt Homan.
"Fate"
There was only one way out, for our lives were intertwined in too tangled a knot of anger and bliss to solve everything any other way. Let's trust the lot: heads - and we will get married, tails - and we will part forever. The coin was tossed. She tinkled, spun and stopped. Eagle. We stared at her in bewilderment. Then, with one voice, we said, “Maybe one more time?”
Jay Rip.
"Evening Surprise"
Shiny tights hugged her beautiful hips tightly and seductively - a wonderful addition to the light evening dress. From the very tips of the diamond earrings to the toes of the elegant shoes with thin stiletto heels, everything was simply chic. Eyes with freshly applied shadows examined the reflection in the mirror, and lips painted with bright red lipstick stretched with pleasure. Suddenly I heard from behind child's voice: "Dad?!"
Hillary Clay.
"Window"
Ever since Rita was brutally murdered, Carter has been sitting by the window. No TV, reading, correspondence. His life is what is seen through the curtains. He doesn't care who brings the food, who pays the bills, he doesn't leave the room. His life is passing athletes, the change of seasons, passing cars, the ghost of Rita. Carter doesn't realize that the felt-lined chambers have no windows.
Jane Orvey.
"It was a year ago"
Flowed by a light breeze, Doug stood and looked at Joey.
Hey Joey! - said Doug.
There was silence all around.
I'm sorry, Joey. I did not want. Honestly. Happy New Year, Joey!
Doug placed a rose on Joey's grave and slowly walked away.
Will you ever forgive me for driving drunk that night? - he asked.
Grace Kagimbaga.
"In the garden"
She was standing in the garden when she saw him running towards her.
Tina! My little flower! Love of my life!
He finally said it.
Tina, my flower!
Oh Tom, I love you too!
Tom approached her, knelt down and quickly pushed her aside.
My flower! You stepped on my favorite rose!
Hope Hey Torres.
"In Search of Truth"
Finally, in this remote, secluded village, his search ended. Truth sat in a dilapidated hut by the fire. He had never seen an older, uglier woman.
Are you - Really?
The old, wizened hag nodded solemnly.
Tell me, what should I tell the world? What message to convey?
The old woman spat into the fire and answered:
Tell them I'm young and beautiful!
Robert Tompkins.
"Bad luck"
I woke up with severe pain throughout my body. I opened my eyes and saw a nurse standing by my bed.
Mr. Fujima, she said, you were lucky to survive the bombing of Hiroshima two days ago. But now you are in the hospital, you are no longer in danger.
A little alive from weakness, I asked:
“To Nagasaki,” she answered.
Alan E. Mayer.
"Trial"
She hated them! All of them! Their masks did not hide their joy as their lustful hands pressed her down so that he could have his way with her. The pain was unbearable. But he did not stop, he continued to perform this monstrous ritual over her. Her screams only encouraged him. She knew that if she did not give in, death would be inevitable. Finally, satisfied, he said, “Boy.”
Tom McGrane.
"Ghost"
As soon as this happened, I hurried home to tell my wife the sad news. But she didn't seem to listen to me at all. She didn't notice me at all. She looked right through me and poured herself a drink. She turned on the TV. At that moment there was a phone call. She walked over and picked up the phone. I saw her face wrinkle. She cried bitterly.
Charles Enright.
"Offer"
Starlight Night. It's the right time. Romantic dinner. Cozy Italian restaurant. Small black dress. Luxurious hair, sparkling eyes, silvery laughter. We've been together for two years. Wonderful time! Real love, best friend, no one else. Champagne! I offer my hand and heart. On one knee. Are people watching? Well, let!
Beautiful diamond ring. Blush on the cheeks, charming smile. How, no?!
Larisa Kirkland.
Katerina Goltsman
Valentin Berestov
There was a time when birds could not sing.
And suddenly they learned that in one distant country there lived an old man, a wise man who teaches music.
Then the birds sent the Stork and the Nightingale to him to check if this was so.
The stork was in a hurry. He couldn't wait to become the world's first musician.
He was in such a hurry that he ran to the sage and didn’t even knock on the door, didn’t greet the old man, and shouted with all his might right in his ear:
Hey old man! Come on, teach me music!
But the sage decided to first teach him politeness.
He took the Stork out the threshold, knocked on the door and said:
You have to do it like this.
All clear! - Stork was happy.
Is this what music is? - and flew away to quickly surprise the world with his art.
The nightingale arrived later on its small wings.
He timidly knocked on the door, said hello, asked for forgiveness for disturbing me and said that he really wanted to study music.
The sage liked the friendly bird. And he taught the nightingale everything he knew.
Since then, the modest Nightingale has become the best singer in the world.
And the eccentric Stork can only knock with his beak. Moreover, he boasts and teaches other birds:
Hey, do you hear? You have to do it like this, like this! This is real music! If you don't believe me, ask an old sage.
How to find a track
Valentin Berestov
The guys went to visit their grandfather the forester. We went and got lost.
They look, Squirrel is jumping over them. From tree to tree. From tree to tree.
Guys - to her:
Belka, Belka, tell me, Belka, Belka, show me, How to find the path to grandpa’s lodge?
“Very simple,” Belka answers.
Jump from this tree to that one, from that one to the crooked birch tree. From the crooked birch tree you can see a large, large oak tree. The roof is visible from the top of the oak tree. This is the gatehouse. Well, what about you? Jump!
Thank you, Belka! - the guys say. - Only we don’t know how to jump on trees. We'd better ask someone else.
The Hare is jumping. The guys sang their song to him too:
Bunny Bunny, tell me, Bunny, Bunny, show me, How to find the path to grandpa's lodge?
To the lodge? - asked the Hare. - There is nothing simpler. At first it will smell like mushrooms. So? Then - hare cabbage. So? Then it smells like a fox hole. So? Skip this smell to the right or left. So? When it is left behind, smell it like this and you will smell the smoke. Jump straight onto it without turning anywhere. This is the forester grandfather setting the samovar.
“Thank you, Bunny,” the guys say. “It’s a pity that our noses are not as sensitive as yours.” I'll have to ask someone else.
They see a snail crawling.
Hey, Snail, tell me, Hey, Snail, show me, How to find the path to grandpa’s lodge?
It’s a long time to tell,” sighed the Snail. - Lu-u-better, I’ll take you there-u-u. Follow me.
Thank you, Snail! - the guys say. - We have no time to crawl. We'd better ask someone else.
A bee sits on a flower.
Guys to her:
Bee, Bee, tell me, Bee, Bee, show me, How to find the path to grandpa’s lodge?
Well, well, says the bee. - I’ll show you... Look where I’m flying. Follow. See my sisters. Where they go, you go too. We bring honey to grandpa's apiary. Well, goodbye! I'm in a big hurry. W-w-w...
And she flew away. The guys didn’t even have time to say thank you to her. They went to where the bees were flying and quickly found the guardhouse. What a joy! And then grandfather treated them to tea with honey.
Honest caterpillar
Valentin Berestov
The caterpillar considered itself very beautiful and did not let a single drop of dew pass without looking at it.
How good am I! - the Caterpillar rejoiced, looking with pleasure at its flat face and arching its furry back to see two golden stripes on it.
It's a pity that no one notices this.
But one day she got lucky. A girl walked through the meadow and picked flowers. The caterpillar climbed to the very top beautiful flower and began to wait.
That's disgusting! It's disgusting to even look at you!
Ah well! - the Caterpillar got angry. “Then I give my honest caterpillar word that no one, ever, anywhere, for anything, under any circumstances, will ever see me again!”
You gave your word - you need to keep it, even if you are a Caterpillar. And the Caterpillar crawled up the tree. From trunk to branch, from branch to branch, from branch to branch, from branch to twig, from twig to leaf.
She took out a silk thread from her abdomen and began to wrap herself around it. She worked for a long time and finally made a cocoon.
Phew, I'm so tired! - the Caterpillar sighed. - I'm completely exhausted.
It was warm and dark in the cocoon, there was nothing more to do, and the Caterpillar fell asleep.
She woke up because her back was itching terribly. Then the Caterpillar began to rub against the walls of the cocoon. She rubbed and rubbed, rubbed right through them and fell out.
But she fell somehow strangely - not down, but up.
And then the Caterpillar saw the same girl in the same meadow.
"Horrible! - thought the Caterpillar. “I may not be beautiful, it’s not my fault, but now everyone will know that I’m also a liar.” I gave an honest assurance that no one would see me, and I didn’t keep it. A shame!" And the Caterpillar fell into the grass.
And the girl saw her and said:
Such a beauty!
So trust people,” grumbled the Caterpillar.
Today they say one thing, and tomorrow they say something completely different.
Just in case, she looked into the dew drop. What's happened? In front of her is an unfamiliar face with a long, very long mustache.
The caterpillar tried to arch its back and saw that large multi-colored wings appeared on its back.
Oh that's it! - she guessed. - A miracle happened to me. The most ordinary miracle: I became a Butterfly!
This happens. And she merrily circled over the meadow, because she did not give the butterfly’s honest word that no one would see her.
Magic word
V.A. Oseeva
A little old man with a long gray beard was sitting on a bench and drawing something in the sand with an umbrella.
. “Move over,” Pavlik told him and sat down on the edge.
The old man moved and, looking at the boy’s red, angry face, said:
- Did something happen to you? - Well, okay! “What do you want?” Pavlik looked sideways at him.
“I’ll go to my grandmother. She's just cooking. Will he drive away or not?
Pavlik opened the door to the kitchen. The old woman was removing hot pies from the baking sheet.
The grandson ran up to her, turned her red, wrinkled face with both hands, looked into her eyes and whispered:
- Give me a piece of pie... please.
Grandma straightened up. Magic word it shone in every wrinkle, in the eyes, in the smile.
“I wanted something hot... something hot, my darling!” she said, choosing the best, rosy pie.
Pavlik jumped for joy and kissed her on both cheeks.
"Wizard! Wizard!" - he repeated to himself, remembering the old man.
At dinner, Pavlik sat quietly and listened to his brother’s every word. When his brother said that he would go boating, Pavlik put his hand on his shoulder and quietly asked:
- Take me, please. Everyone at the table immediately fell silent.
The brother raised his eyebrows and grinned.
“Take it,” the sister suddenly said. - What is it worth to you!
- Well, why not take it? - Grandma smiled. - Of course, take it.
“Please,” Pavlik repeated.
The brother laughed loudly, patted the boy on the shoulder, ruffled his hair:
- Oh, you traveler! Okay, get ready!
“It helped! It helped again!”
Pavlik jumped out from the table and ran into the street. But the old man was no longer in the park.
The bench was empty, and only incomprehensible signs drawn by an umbrella remained on the sand.
Badly
V.A. Oseeva
The dog barked furiously, falling on its front paws.
Right in front of her, pressed against the fence, sat a small, disheveled kitten. He opened his mouth wide and meowed pitifully.
Two boys stood nearby and waited to see what would happen.
A woman looked out the window and hurriedly ran out onto the porch. She drove the dog away and angrily shouted to the boys:
Shame on you!
What's a shame? We didn't do anything! - the boys were surprised.
This is bad! - the woman answered angrily.
Which is easier?
V.A. Oseeva
Three boys went into the forest. There are mushrooms, berries, birds in the forest. The boys went on a spree.
We didn’t notice how the day passed. They go home - they are afraid:
It will hit us at home!
So they stopped on the road and thought what was better: to lie or to tell the truth?
“I’ll say,” says the first, “that a wolf attacked me in the forest.”
The father will be afraid and will not scold.
“I’ll say,” says the second, “that I met my grandfather.”
My mother will be happy and will not scold me.
“And I’ll tell the truth,” says the third. “It’s always easier to tell the truth, because it’s the truth and there’s no need to invent anything.”
So they all went home.
As soon as the first boy told his father about the wolf, look, the forest guard is coming.
“No,” he says, “there are wolves in these places.” The father got angry. For the first guilt I was angry, and for the lie - twice as angry.
The second boy told about his grandfather. And the grandfather is right there - coming to visit. Mother found out the truth. For the first guilt I was angry, but for the lie I was twice as angry.
And the third boy, as soon as he arrived, immediately confessed to everything. His aunt grumbled at him and forgave him.
good
V.A. Oseeva
Yurik woke up in the morning. I looked out the window. The sun is shining. It's a good day. And the boy wanted to do something good himself.
So he sits and thinks: “What if my little sister was drowning, and I would save her!”
And my sister is right here:
Take a walk with me, Yura!
Go away, don't stop me from thinking! My little sister was offended and walked away.
And Yura thinks: “If only wolves attacked the nanny, and I would shoot them!”
And the nanny is right there:
Put away the dishes, Yurochka.
Clean it yourself - I have no time! The nanny shook her head.
And Yura thinks again: “If only Trezorka fell into the well, and I would pull him out!”
And Trezorka is right there. His tail wags: “Give me a drink, Yura!”
Go away! Don't bother thinking! Trezorka closed his mouth and climbed into the bushes.
And Yura went to his mother:
What good thing could I do? Mom stroked Yura’s head:
Take a walk with your sister, help the nanny put away the dishes, give Trezor some water.
sons
V.A. Oseeva
Two women were taking water from a well.
A third approached them. And the old man sat down on a pebble to rest.
Here's what one woman says to another:
My son is dexterous and strong, no one can handle him.
And the third is silent. “Why don’t you tell me about your son?” her neighbors ask.
What can I say? - says the woman. “There’s nothing special about him.”
So the women collected full buckets and left. And the old man is behind them.
Women walk and stop. My hands hurt, the water splashes, my back hurts. Suddenly three boys run out towards us.
One of them somersaults over his head, walks like a cartwheel, and the women admire him.
He sings another song, sings like a nightingale - the women listen to him.
And the third ran up to his mother, took the heavy buckets from her and dragged them.
The women ask the old man:
Well? What are our sons like?
Where are they? - the old man answers. “I only see one son!”
blue leaves
V.A. Oseeva
Katya had two green pencils. And Lena has none. So Lena asks Katya: 
Give me a green pencil.
And Katya says:
I'll ask my mom.
The next day both girls come to school.
Lena asks:
Did your mom allow it?
And Katya sighed and said:
Mom allowed it, but I didn’t ask my brother.
Well, ask your brother again,” says Lena.
Katya arrives the next day.
Well, did your brother allow it? - Lena asks.
My brother allowed me, but I'm afraid you'll break your pencil.
“I’m careful,” says Lena.
Look, says Katya, don’t fix it, don’t press hard, don’t put it in your mouth. Don't draw too much.
“I just need to draw leaves on the trees and green grass,” says Lena.
“That’s a lot,” says Katya, and her eyebrows frown. And she made a dissatisfied face. Lena looked at her and walked away. I didn't take a pencil. Katya was surprised and ran after her:
Well, what about you? Take it! “No need,” Lena answers.
During the lesson, the teacher asks: “Why, Lenochka, are the leaves on your trees blue?”
There is no green pencil.
Why didn't you take it from your girlfriend?
Lena is silent.
And Katya blushed like a lobster and said:
I gave it to her, but she doesn’t take it.
The teacher looked at both:
You have to give so that you can take.
On the rink
V.A. Oseeva
The day was sunny. The ice sparkled. There were few people at the skating rink.
The little girl, with her arms outstretched comically, rode from bench to bench.
Two schoolchildren were tying up their skates and looking at Vitya.
Vitya performed different tricks - sometimes he rode on one leg, sometimes he spun around like a top.
Well done! - one of the boys shouted to him.
Vitya rushed around the circle like an arrow, made a dashing turn and ran into the girl.
The girl fell.
Vitya was scared.
“I accidentally...” he said, brushing snow off her fur coat.
Did you hurt yourself?
The girl smiled:
Knee...
Laughter came from behind. “They’re laughing at me!” thought Vitya and turned away from the girl with annoyance.
What a surprise - a knee! What a crybaby!” he shouted, driving past the schoolchildren.
Come to us! - they called. Vitya approached them. Holding hands, all three merrily slid across the ice.
And the girl sat on the bench, rubbed her bruised knee and cried.
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"I killed my grandmother this morning." With such a phrase, F. Roosevelt attracted the attention of his distracted interlocutor.
The ability to tell a lot in a few words, give food for thought, awaken feelings and emotions is highest degree language proficiency and highest level writing skills. And we have a lot to learn from the masters of brevity.
In this topic Office plankton put together a small but exciting collection of the shortest literary stories, demonstrating the talent of writers and their unique command of words.
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Hemingway once made a bet that he would write a story consisting of only 4 words, capable of touching any reader. The writer managed to win the argument:
“Children's shoes for sale. "Unworn" (“For sale: baby shoes, never used”)
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Frederick Brown composed the shortest scary story ever written:
“The last man on Earth was sitting in a room. There was a knock on the door..."
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American writer O. Henry won the competition for the shortest story that has all the components of a traditional story - a plot, a climax and a denouement:
“The driver lit a cigarette and bent over the gas tank to see how much gasoline was left. The deceased was twenty-three years old."
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Alan E. Mayer "Bad Luck"
I woke up with severe pain throughout my body. I opened my eyes and saw a nurse standing by my bed.
“Mr. Fujima,” she said, “you were lucky to survive the bombing of Hiroshima two days ago.” But now you are in the hospital, you are no longer in danger.
A little alive from weakness, I asked:
- Where I am?
“To Nagasaki,” she answered.
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Jane Orvis "Window"
Ever since Rita was brutally murdered, Carter has been sitting by the window. No TV, reading, correspondence. His life is what is seen through the curtains. He doesn't care who brings the food, who pays the bills, he doesn't leave the room. His life is passing athletes, the change of seasons, passing cars, the ghost of Rita.
Carter doesn't realize that the felt-lined chambers have no windows.
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The British also organized a competition for the most short story. But according to the terms of the competition, the queen, God, sex, and mystery must be mentioned in it. First place was awarded to the author of the following story:
“Oh, God,” exclaimed the queen, “I’m pregnant and I don’t know from whom!”
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Larisa Kirkland "The Proposal"
Starlight Night. It's the right time. Romantic dinner. Cozy Italian restaurant. Little black dress. Luxurious hair, sparkling eyes, silvery laughter. We've been together for two years. Wonderful time! True love, best friend, no one else. Champagne! I offer my hand and heart. On one knee. Are people watching? Well, let! Beautiful diamond ring. Blush on the cheeks, charming smile.
How, no?!
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A classic example of Spartan brevity comes from a letter from King Philip II of Macedonia, who conquered many Greek cities:
“I advise you to surrender immediately, because if my army enters your lands, I will destroy your gardens, enslave your people and destroy your city.”
To this the Spartan ephors responded in one word: "If".
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Charles Enright "Ghost"
As soon as this happened, I hurried home to tell my wife the sad news. But she didn't seem to listen to me at all. She didn't notice me at all. She looked right through me and poured herself a drink. She turned on the TV.
At that moment the phone rang. She walked over and picked up the phone. I saw her face wrinkle. She cried bitterly.
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Robert Tompkins "In Search of Truth"
Finally, in this remote, secluded village, his search ended. Truth sat in a dilapidated hut by the fire.
He had never seen an older, uglier woman.
- You - Really?
The old, wizened hag nodded solemnly.
- Tell me, what should I tell the world? What message to convey?
The old woman spat into the fire and answered:
- Tell them that I am young and beautiful!
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Victor Hugo sent the publisher the manuscript of the novel Les Misérables with a covering letter:
«?»
The answer was no less laconic:
«!»
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An elderly French woman won the competition for the shortest autobiography and wrote:
“I used to have a smooth face and a wrinkled skirt, but now it’s the other way around”
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And in conclusion, Valery Bryusov’s famous monostich of 1895:
"Oh close your pale legs."
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