Yakovleva "Knight Vasya". Extracurricular reading lesson based on the story "Knight Vasya" by Y. Yakovlev "And the noble heart of a knight was beating in his chest"

SCHOOL CORRIDORS

Friends called him a mattress. For his slowness, sluggishness and awkwardness. If in the class they wrote the test, then he always did not have enough time - he swayed only towards the end of the lesson. If he drank tea, a large puddle of tea formed on the table around his saucer. He waddled about and always hit the edge of the table or knocked over a chair.

And he trampled on new boots in a week as if he and Suvorov made the passage across the Alps in them. He looked sleepy, as if he had just woken up or was about to fall asleep. Everything fell out of his hands, everything did not go well. In a word, a mattress.

The jacket was tight, the pants were tight around the legs. Three bumps stood out on the thick face: two - above the eyes, at the beginning of the eyebrows, and a third between the nose and upper lip. When he strained or came in from the cold, these bumps blushed first.

Everyone believed that the reason for his fatness was gluttony: why else is he so fat? But in fact, he ate little. Didn't like to eat. I could not stand this occupation.

The fact that he was a mattress was written on his face, was guessed in his slow, sluggish movements, sounded in a dull voice.

Nobody guessed what was hidden under this ugly thick shell.

And in his chest the noble heart of a knight was beating. In his cherished dreams, he saw himself chained in shiny steel armor, in a helmet with a lowered visor, on a white horse with flaring nostrils. In this form, he raced around the world and performed many feats, protecting the weak and offended. He was a nameless knight. Because the knights usually had sonorous foreign names - Richard, or Rodrigo, or Ivanhoe. His name was simply Vasya, and this name was not suitable for a knight.

In dreams, from a fat and clubfoot, he turned into a slender and flexible, and dexterity and dexterity appeared in his movements. All his faults instantly disappeared under the glittering armor.

But as soon as he went to the mirror, everything returned to its place.

And in front of him, instead of a beautiful knight, again appeared a baggy boy with a round, fat face, on which three bumps were reddened.

At that moment, he hated himself for being unsuitable for a knight.

In addition to the mocking mirror, his mother returned him to reality. Hearing his steps from the kitchen, from which the glasses clinked pitifully, my mother shouted:

Caution! An elephant in a china shop!

Is this how a noble knight is treated?

Hearing about the armor, the friend grimaced and said:

No armor will fit on such a thick one.

The friend did not even suspect that he had wounded Vasya in the very heart.

In his spare time, he ran to the museum. Here in the spacious halls hung large paintings in heavy gold frames, and in the corners were statues of yellowed marble. He calmly walked past the paintings of the great masters, as if they were familiar posters, and headed towards the cherished hall. There were no paintings in this room. Here swords and spears hung on the walls, and knights in armor stood on the floor.

Unbeknownst to the old lady on duty, he touched the cold steel of the armor and tried with his finger whether the swords were well sharpened. He slowly passed from black knight to gold, from gold to silver.

He treated some knights in a friendly manner, others with a restrained chill. He nodded his head to them and mentally wondered how the next tournament had gone. It seemed to him that the knights were watching him through the viewing slits of the lowered pickers and none of them laughs and does not call him a mattress.

Why did nature confuse and put the proud heart of Don Quixote in the thick, awkward shell of Sancho Panza?

He dreamed of exploits, and his life was monotonous and everyday. Every morning he reluctantly dangled his legs out of bed and, urged on by his mother's shout: "Hurry up, or you'll be late!" - pulled on his pants and shirt. Then he trudged to the sink, wetted his nose - "And this is called washed ?!" - and reluctantly sat down at the table. After picking up the porridge with a spoon - "Don't sleep over your plate!" - he got up and went to school. He rolled with a crash from one step to another, and in all the apartments they knew who was going down the stairs. He appeared in class after the second bell. He threw a heavy briefcase and squeezed onto the bench, moving the desk.

He did all this with the imperturbable calmness of a man accustomed to the monotonous course of life and not expecting any surprises.

In class, he did not chat, since he was not at all talkative, but this did not prevent the teachers from constantly making comments to him:

Rybakov, what are you dreaming about?

Rybakov, repeat what I said.

Rybakov, go to the board and explain the solution to the problem.

He trudged to the board, touching the desks with his foot, and squeezed chalk in his fingers for a long time, as if he wanted to squeeze something out of it. Solving the problem, he puffed as if in his hand he had not a crayon, but a heavy stone, which he endlessly lowered and raised. He thought so slowly and hard that the teacher was impatient and she sent him to his place.

He sat down, and the desk instantly turned into a war horse, and plump short fingers themselves began to draw swords and armor.

In physical education lessons, he was the subject of general ridicule. When he was offered to go through the boom, the guys already started giggling in advance. He took several difficult steps, then suddenly lost his balance, helplessly grabbed the air with his hands, and finally jumped to the floor with a crash. He also could not jump over the "horse". He got stuck on a black leather back and sat for a while like a rider in a saddle. The guys laughed, and he awkwardly crawled on his stomach on the floor and walked into line.

He was unlucky in literally everything. Even at the school matinee, where he read the poem "The Man Told the Dnieper", there was also a misunderstanding. He had been preparing for a whole week. He was especially good at the closing lines. He took in more air and said with expression:

So that on the street and at home

It was light in the evening!

When he entered the stage, all the "expression" immediately disappeared. He hurried to get to the end as soon as possible. But it was at the end that trouble lay in wait. He suddenly became agitated, shrugged his shoulder and read:

So that on the street and at home

It was dark in the evening!

The audience laughed. He sighed and jumped heavily off the stage.

He was used to being a failure. Usually losers are angry with others, and he was angry with himself. He promised himself to change and start a new life. I tried to move faster, speak almost shoutingly and keep up with the guys in nothing. But nothing good came of it. At home, cups flew from the table, ink spilled in the classroom, and from sudden movements his jacket burst somewhere under his arm.

It is difficult to draw the line between autumn and winter. It so happens that the leaves have not yet fallen, and the first weak snow falls on the ground.

And sometimes it will freeze at night, and the river will be covered with ice by morning. This ice, mirrored and thin, beckons to itself, and then the radio warns the guys that it is dangerous to walk on the ice.

But not all guys listen to the radio. And now the first daredevils appear on the ice. The ice sags and cracks warningly, but they believe they were born under a lucky star. A lucky star sometimes fails.

The attention of the mattress was attracted by the screams that came from the river. He quickened his pace and, out of breath, went ashore.

There he saw Dimka Kovalev, who was waving his arms and shouting:

Drowning! Drowning!

Who is drowning? the mattress asked slowly.

Can't you see? - Dimka snapped. - The kid is drowning. I fell through the ice. What are you standing for ?!

Another would immediately ask Dimka Kovalev himself: "Why won't you help him?" But he was a mattress and did not think to do it.

He looked at the frozen river and noticed a small first-grader who was waist-deep in water and only clung to the edge of the ice with his hands.

It was written on his face, guessed in his slow, sluggish movements. And no one knew what was hidden under this ugly thick appearance.

And in his chest the noble heart of a knight was beating. In his dreams, he saw himself as a brave knight on a white horse, who rode around the world and performed many feats, protecting the weak and the offended. Knights usually had beautiful foreign names - Richard or Rodrigo, or Ivanhoe. His name was simply Vasya.

In dreams, from fat, he turned into slender, and dexterity appeared in movements.

In his free time, Vasya went to the museum. He slowly passed from black knight to gold, from gold to silver. It seemed to him that the knights were watching him, and none of them laughs or calls him a mattress.

Vasya dreamed of exploits, and his life was monotonous. Vasya appeared in the classroom after the second bell. He sat down, and the desk instantly turned into a war horse, and his fingers themselves began to draw knights.

He promised himself to change and start a new life. I tried to move faster and keep up with the guys in nothing. But nothing came of it.

... It is difficult to draw the line between autumn and winter. It so happens that the leaves have not yet fallen, and a faint light falls on the ground. And sometimes it will freeze at night, and the river will be covered with ice by morning. And then the radio warns the guys that it is dangerous to walk on the ice.

On one of these days, Vasya walked along the river bank. Suddenly he saw Dimka Kovalev, who was shouting:

Drowning! Drowning!
Who is drowning? - Vasya asked slowly.
Can't you see? The boy is drowning. I fell through the ice. What are you standing for?

Another would immediately ask Dimka himself: "Why won't you help him?" But Vasya did not think to do this. He looked at the frozen river and saw a little boy in the water.
Vasya was thicker and heavier than Dimka, but he stepped onto the ice.

Dimka began to shout again:

Caution! Otherwise you will drown.

He shouted, and Vasya walked on the ice. He did not hear the screams. He saw only a scared boy to death, who could not say a word. Somewhere in the depths of his soul, Vasya understood that now the ice could break, and he, too, would end up in the water. But that didn't stop him. Dimka no longer screamed, he waited for what would happen next. He saw how the mattress grabbed the boy's hand, how the ice began to break. Finally, Vasya managed to get the baby out. When they went ashore, Dimka said to Vasya:

Your feet are wet, run home, I'll take him myself.

Vasya looked at the rescued boy, then at his wet shoes and said:

Come on! - and went home.

The next day, when he entered the classroom, there was no one there. All went into the hall. Vasya entered the hall and stood in the back row. At this time, the headmaster spoke up. He said that yesterday on the river, student Dima Kovalev saved a first grader who fell through the ice. Vasya stood by the wall and listened to Dimka being praised. At some point he wanted to say that Dimka was lying - he did not save anyone, but simply waved his hands and shouted. But the thought of drawing attention to himself made him ashamed.

In the end, he himself believed that Dimka was a hero: after all, he was the first to notice the drowning man. And when everyone clapped to Dimka, the mattress clapped too.
When the lesson was over, Vasya took a thin pen in his thick fingers and began to draw a knight in his math notebook.

Lesson objectives:

educational: to acquaint with the story of Y. Yakovlev "Knight Vasya"; following the author, re-reading the brightest pages of the story, help students understand the author's position on the meaning of life on earth, his view of who can be called a spiritually rich person, a knight of our time; to give the concepts of "hero" and "antihero", to introduce elements of comparative analysis;
educational: to educate a spiritually rich person by a specific example; The "knight" of our time;
developing: develop the ability to correctly, beautifully and logically express your thoughts.

Lesson equipment: Exhibition of books by Y. Yakovlev, a portrait of a writer, a picture of a knight, an illustration for the story "Knight Vasya", statements of famous philosophers and writers.

Board decoration:

1. It is not the appearance that needs to be decorated, but to be beautiful in spiritual endeavors.
Thales

2. In all cases, it is better to hope than to despair.
I. Goethe

3. By striving for the happiness of others, we find our own.
Plato

Yuri Yakovlevich Yakovlev (1922-1996)

"Knight Vasya"

And in his chest the noble heart of a knight was beating.
Y. Yakovlev

4. With the beauty of the body, you involuntarily believe in the beauty of the soul. With the beauty of the soul, one does not notice physical imperfection.
I. Shevelev

5. Goodness, beauty, love ... crown the path of each of us, if we walked right.
M. Prishvin

6. And in his chest the noble heart of a knight was beating.
Y. Yakovlev

During the classes

I. Introduction.

The teacher reads a poem

Once upon a time in the middle ages
Knights lived everywhere.
And life was not easy for them
In iron ammunition.
The knights were proud of themselves,
With swords and armor.
Knights played with fate
And we went to tournaments.
But half a thousand years ago
They were gone in the world.
But they just say so -
I disagree with this.

- Such concepts as "knight", "chivalrous act" have disappeared from everyday life these days. Therefore, we often hear a reproach from our ladies against men: "Where is your chivalry?" It is clear that those who ask this question are still under the impression of the novels “Don Quixote” by Cervantes, “Ivanhoe” by V. Scott, “The Three Musketeers” by Dumas, read in childhood.

- How many knows who were called knights in the past? (you can use the method of brainstorming: your associations associated with the word "knight")

(written on the board, or opened on pre-written tablets, or given to each group)

- You have been given cards with words related to the word "knight". Your task, using these words, is to compose a story about the knight.

- In the Middle Ages, knights were called brave, brave warriors who wore heavy armor, were armed with a spear and a sword. To become a knight, one had to undergo special training. At the age of seven, the boys were sent to study with experienced warriors. They taught them to ride on horseback, shoot a bow, throw a spear, and wield a sword. In addition to military sciences, boys were taught to keep their word, to be polite, to help a friend out of trouble, to intercede for the weak and offended, to treat a woman nobly and exaltedly.

Who is a knight? Let's read the help from the dictionary. (read by a student)

Knight is a German word, Ritter, i.e. horseman, selfless, noble man, in the Middle Ages - a feudal lord, a heavily armed equestrian warrior. He received a special knightly education, participated in tournaments. (pay attention to the picture with the image of the knight)

- What kind of person do we call a knight these days? (Nowadays, a knight is a person who is ready for a feat in the name of another person, who knows how to keep his word, be polite, benevolent, intercede for the younger, weak. The knight is ready to rush to help others at any moment, and a noble heart beats in his chest. )

II. Acquaintance with the story "Knight Vasya" by Y. Yakovlev.

Yuri Yakovlev, his portrait on the blackboard, has a story called "The Knight Vasya".

- Nothing surprised you in the title of the story, nothing seemed unusual, strange? (knight name)

- And what were the names of the knights? (Richard, Ivanhoe, Roland, etc.)

- It is possible to determine by the title of the story, what time will be discussed? Will we see knightly tournaments, during which competitions in military skill were held?

- Please listen to the story. (reading the story by the teacher)

III. Conversation by story.

"And the noble heart of a knight was beating in his chest."

– Let's define what the knightly is hiding in Vasya. To do this, we will conduct a study, during which, I think, we will find the answer to the question.

- Let us prove by quotations whether Vasya was a knight? And if there was, then we will answer what was his knighthood. You have leaflets with quotations on your tables, you must select the ones you need and read them out.

- What did Vasya look like?

"... a tight-fitting jacket, pants tightly wrapped around his legs ... everyone believed that the reason for his fatness was gluttony ... instead of a beautiful knight, a baggy boy with a round fat face, on which three bumps blushed, appeared again."

- What else can you say about him?

“Friends called him a mattress. For his slowness, sluggishness and awkwardness. If in the class they wrote the test, then he always did not have enough time - he swayed only towards the end of the lesson. If he drank tea, a large puddle of tea formed on the table around his saucer. He waddled about and always hit the edge of the table or knocked over a chair. And he trampled on new shoes in a week as if he and Suvorov were crossing the Alps. He looked sleepy, as if he had just woken up or was about to fall asleep. Everything fell out of his hands, everything did not go well. In a word, a mattress. "

"He dreamed of exploits, and his life was monotonous and everyday."

“He trudged to the board, touching the desks with his foot, and squeezed chalk in his fingers for a long time, as if he wanted to squeeze something out of it. Solving the problem, he puffed as if in his hand he had not a crayon, but a heavy stone, which he lifted and lowered endlessly. He thought ... slowly and hard ... "

“In physical education lessons, he was the subject of general ridicule. When he was offered to go through the boom, the guys already started giggling in advance. He took several difficult steps, then suddenly lost his balance, helplessly grabbed the air with his hands, and finally jumped to the floor with a crash. He also could not jump over the horse. He got stuck on a black leather back and sat for a while like a rider in a saddle. The guys laughed, and he awkwardly crawled on his stomach to the floor and went into line. "

"He was literally unlucky in everything."

“He's used to being a loser. Usually losers are angry with others, and he was angry with himself. He promised himself to change and start a new life. I tried to move faster, speak almost shoutingly and keep up with the guys in nothing. But nothing good came of it. At home, cups flew from the table, ink spilled in the classroom, and from sudden movements his jacket burst somewhere under his arm. "

- A portrait of a knight appears in front of us? (no, why?

- Where and when did Vasya feel good? (in a museum, in dreams)

- What did Vasya expect from those around him? (support)

- And I heard in my address:

“Mom shouted:“ Caution! An elephant in a china shop! "
“Hearing about armor, my friend grimaced and said:“ No armor will fit on such a thick one. ”
"The guys were laughing ..."
"... the teacher was running out of patience, and she sent him to the place"
“In physical education lessons, he was the subject of general ridicule. When he was offered to go through the boom, the guys already started giggling in advance ... "
"The audience laughed ..."

- What should have been done by those around you?

- Outwardly, Vasya does not look like a knight at all. And what act allows us to judge him as a knight? (kid rescue)

- Let us confirm the dedication and courage of Vasya with words from the text.

“Another would immediately ask Dimka Kovalev himself:“ Why won't you help him? ” But he was a mattress and did not think to do it. He looked at the frozen river and noticed a small first-grader who was waist-deep in water and only clung to the edge of the ice with his hands.
The mattress was thicker and heavier than Dimka, but he stepped onto the ice. The ice sagged slightly, but did not crack. He was probably stronger at the shore. "
“And the mattress walked on the ice. He did not hear the screams. He saw only a frightened kid to death who could not utter a word.
A puddle formed on the ice near the hole. He reached the edge and, without hesitation, put one foot forward. The boot immediately scooped up water. Somewhere in the depths of his soul, he understood that now the ice could crack and he would be in the water along with the blue kid. But that didn't stop him. He moved his other leg and found himself ankle-deep in water ...
The mattress grabbed the kid by the hand ... at last the first grader found himself on the ice. He walked, clinging to his savior. His teeth chattered. And tears ran down my face. "

- There is a hero and an antihero in this story. Who do you think can be called a hero and who can be called an anti-hero? Explain your point of view.

- Make a conclusion, who is an antihero?

- "Suddenly he thought that if he was wearing heavy knightly armor, the ice would immediately break and he would not be able to save the boy."

- Do you think these words of Vasya cast doubt on his dream of becoming a knight?

- What words confirm that Vasya continues to live his dream? (“He squeezed his desk with difficulty - he moved it from its place, - and when the lesson began, he took a thin pen in his short chubby fingers and began to draw a knight in a notebook on arithmetic.”

IV. Output. Group work.

– Read the aphorisms (written on the chalkboard or pieces of paper), explain each of the statements (group work), and consider if all the thoughts expressed in them are reflected in today's lesson?

It is not the appearance that needs to be decorated, but to be beautiful in spiritual endeavors. Thales
With the beauty of the body, you involuntarily believe in the beauty of the soul. With the beauty of the soul, one does not notice physical imperfection. I. Shevelev
By striving for the happiness of others, we find our own. Plato
In all cases, it is better to hope than to despair. I. Goethe
Goodness, love, beauty ... crown the path of each of us, if we went right. M. Prishvin
And in his chest the noble heart of a knight was beating. Y. Yakovlev

V. Problematic situations. Ritual of initiation into knights.

– Now I suggest you work in groups. You will need to find a way out of a critical situation.

On the street, an unknown woman faints. Your actions.
You are studying, and the neighbor behind the wall turns on the tape recorder loudly. Your actions.
On the beach you hear a cry: "Help, I'm drowning!" Your actions.

“I think you deserve to be knights too. So let's get down to the ritual. Obligatory knightly ritual:

We swear to be knights!
Always say thank you
Good afternoon goodbye
There is no higher knighthood in the world!
We swear to be knights!
And laziness and rudeness to forget,
Learn etiquette -
Remember this science.
We swear to be knights!
In the fight against evil, get good.
I am ignorant to strike with a magic sword
And a strict word, and healing.
We swear to be knights!

Based on the story of Y. Yakovlev

KNIGHT VASYA

The guys called him a mattress. The fact that he was a mattress was written on his face, guessed in his slow, sluggish movements. And no one knew what was hidden under this ugly thick appearance.

In dreams, from fat, he turned into slender, and dexterity appeared in movements.

He promised himself to change and start a new life. I tried to move faster and keep up with the guys in nothing. But nothing came of it.

On one of these days, Vasya walked along the river bank. Suddenly he saw Dimka Kovalev, who was shouting:

Drowning! Drowning!

Who is drowning? - Vasya asked slowly.

Can't you see? The boy is drowning. I fell through the ice. What are you standing for?

Another would immediately ask Dimka himself: "Why won't you help him?" But Vasya did not think to do this. He looked at the frozen river and saw a little boy in the water.

Vasya was thicker and heavier than Dimka, but he stepped onto the ice.

Dimka began to shout again:

Caution! Otherwise you will drown.

Your feet are wet, run home, I'll take him myself.

Vasya looked at the rescued boy, then at his wet shoes and said:

Come on! - and went home.

In the end, he himself believed that Dimka was a hero: after all, he was the first to notice the drowning man. And when everyone clapped to Dimka, the mattress clapped too.

When the lesson was over, Vasya took a thin pen in his thick fingers and began to draw a knight in his math notebook.

Abbreviated

Friends called him a mattress. For his slowness, sluggishness and awkwardness. If in the class they wrote the test, then there was always not enough time - he swayed only towards the end of the lesson. If he drank tea, a large puddle of tea formed on the table around his saucer. He waddled about and always hit the edge of the table or knocked over a chair. And he trampled on new boots in a week as if he and Suvorov made the passage across the Alps in them. He looked sleepy, as if he had just woken up, or was about to fall asleep. Everything fell out of his hands, everything did not go well. In a word, a mattress.

But no one guessed what was hidden under this ugly thick shell. And in his chest the noble heart of a knight was beating. In his cherished dreams, he saw himself chained in shiny steel armor, in a feathered helmet with a lowered visor, on a white horse. In this form, he raced around the world and performed many feats, protecting the weak and offended. He was a nameless knight. Because the knights usually had sonorous foreign names - Richard, or Rodrigo, or Ivanhoe. His name was simply Vasya, and this name was not suitable for a knight.

In dreams, from a fat and clubfoot, he turned into a slender and flexible, and dexterity and dexterity appeared in his movements. All his faults instantly disappeared under the glittering armor.

But as soon as he went to the mirror, everything returned to its place. And instead of a beautiful knight, a baggy boy with a round fat face again appeared in front of him.

No armor will fit on such a thick one.

The friend did not even suspect that he had wounded Vasya in the very heart. In his spare time, he ran to the museum. Here in the spacious halls hung large paintings in heavy gold frames, and in the corners were statues of yellowed marble. Vasya walked into the hall, where swords and spears hung on the walls, knights, clad in armor, stood on the floor.

Why did nature confuse and put the proud heart of Don Quixote in the thick, awkward shell of Sancho Panza?

Vasya dreamed of exploits, and his life was monotonous and everyday.

In class, he did not chat, which did not prevent the teachers from constantly making comments to him:

Rybakov, what are you dreaming about?

Rybakov, repeat what I said.

Rybakov, go to the board and explain the solution to the problem. He trudged to the board .. Solving the problem, he was sniffling as if in his hand he had not a crayon, but a heavy stone, which he endlessly lowered and raised. He thought so slowly and hard that the teacher was impatient, and she sent him to his place.

He sat down, and the desk instantly turned into a war horse, and his fingers themselves began to draw swords and armor.

It is difficult to draw the line between autumn and winter. It so happens that the leaves have fallen, and the first weak snow falls on the ground. And sometimes it will freeze at night, and the river will be covered with ice by morning. This ice, mirrored and thin, beckons to itself, but walking on the ice is dangerous.

And now the first daredevils appear on the ice. The ice sags and cracks warningly, but they believe they were born under a lucky star. A lucky star sometimes fails. The attention of the mattress was attracted by the screams that came from the river. He quickened his pace and, out of breath, went ashore.

There he saw Dimka Kovalev, who was waving his arms and shouting:

Drowning! Drowning!

Who is drowning? The mattress asked slowly.

Can't you see? - Dimka snapped. - The kid is drowning. I fell through the ice. What are you standing for ?!

Another would immediately ask Dimka Kovalev himself: "Why won't you help him?" But he was a mattress and did not think to do it. He looked at the frozen river and noticed a small first-grader who was waist-deep in water and only clung to the edge of the ice with his hands. The mattress was thicker and heavier than Dimka, but he stepped onto the ice. The ice sagged slightly, but did not crack. He was probably stronger at the coast. Dimka Kovalev perked up. He again began to wave his arms and shout:

- Come on the right! .. Be careful! .. Do not stomp with knives, otherwise he himself ... He shouted in order to drown out his fear.

And the mattress walked on the ice. He did not hear the screams. He saw only the death of a frightened baby who could not utter a word.

A puddle formed on the ice near the hole. He reached the edge and, without hesitation, put one foot forward. The boot immediately scooped up water. Somewhere in the depths of his soul, he understood that now the ice could crack, and he would be in the water along with the blue kid.

But that didn't stop him. He moved his other leg and found himself ankle-deep in water.

Now Kovalev no longer shouted or waved his arms, but tensely waited for what would happen next. He saw the kat mattress grab the baby by the hand, and the ice began to break off.

Finally, the first grader found himself on the ice. He walked, clutching his savior with numb hands. His teeth chattered. And tears ran down my face. When they came ashore, Kovalev perked up.

You got your feet wet, - he said, - run home, and I'll bring the boy myself.

The mattress looked at the guy he had saved, looked down at his wet shoes and said:

Kovalev grabbed the wet, frightened boy by the hand and dragged him somewhere.

The mattress trudged home. His feelings were quickly dulled by fatigue. And now there were only wet feet and a slight chill. At home, he barely pulled off his shoes. Water poured out of them.

What is it? - asked mom, displeased looking at the stained parquet floor.

I got my feet wet, ”the boy replied stretching out his words.

He wanted to tell his mother how it was, but he began to feel sleepy and yawned, and even in a warm room the chills did not pass. He did not explain anything, lay down on the sofa and closed his eyes. Suddenly he thought that if he was wearing heavy knightly armor, the ice would immediately break and he would not be able to save the kid. He fell asleep quickly.

The next day, when, after the second ring, he entered the classroom, there was no one there. It turns out that everyone went upstairs, to the assembly hall, to the general lineup.

He threw the briefcase on the desk and trudged off to the fourth floor.

When he entered the hall, everyone was already lined up in a large “P”. He squeezed between the guys and stood in the back row.

At this time, the headmaster spoke up. He said that yesterday on the river, student Dima Kovalev saved a first-grader who fell through the ice, and that he, the director, admires the student's brave deed.

Then the senior counselor spoke. She talked about the pioneer duty about the honor of the red tie and finally read a letter from the mother of the failed boy, in which Dimka was called the savior of her son.

Squeezed from all sides by the guys, the mattress stood against the wall and listened to how everyone praised Dimka Kovalev. At some point he wanted to say that Dimka was lying - he did not save anyone, but simply waved his hands and shouted. But the thought of drawing attention to himself made him ashamed.

The ruler is over. The children were told to go to their classes. And the mattress, pushed by his comrades, trudged back to the second floor. With difficulty he squeezed behind the desk - he moved it from its place - and when the lesson began, he took a thin pen in his short chubby fingers and began to draw a knight in his math notebook. This knight was purple like school ink.

Yuri Yakovlev