STEEL WALL RACING

Even when I was little, they gave me a tricycle. And I learned to ride it. Immediately I sat down and drove off, not at all afraid, as if I had ridden bicycles all my life.
Mom said:
- Look how capable of sports he is.
And dad said:
- Sits pretty monkey ...
And I learned to ride great and pretty soon began to do different things on a bicycle, like funny artists in a circus. For example, I rode backwards or lying on the saddle and twirling the pedals with any hand - you want your right, you want your left;
drove sideways, spreading his legs;
he drove, sitting on the steering wheel, and then closing his eyes and without hands;
rode with a glass of water in his hand. In a word, he got the hang of it in every way.
And then Uncle Zhenya turned one wheel off my bicycle, and it became two-wheeled, and again I learned everything very quickly by heart. And the guys in the yard began to call me "the champion of the world and its surroundings."
And so I rode my bike until my knees began to rise above the handlebars while riding. Then I guessed that I had already grown out of this bicycle, and began to think when my dad would buy me a real Shkolnik car.
And then one day a bicycle drives into our yard. And the uncle, who sits on it, does not twist his legs, but the bicycle cracks under him like a dragonfly and rides on his own. I was terribly surprised. I have never seen a bike ride on my own. A motorcycle is another matter, a car is also, a rocket is clear, but a bicycle? Myself?
I just couldn't believe my eyes.
And this uncle, who was on a bicycle, drove up to Mishkin's front door and stopped. And he turned out to be not an uncle at all, but a young guy. Then he put the bike down by the pipe and left. And I stayed right there with my mouth open. Suddenly Mishka comes out.
He says:
- Well? What are you staring at?
I'm talking:
- He goes by himself, understand?
Bear says:
- This is our nephew Fedka's car. Bicycle with a motor. Fedka came to us on business - to drink tea.
I'm asking:
- Is it difficult to control such a machine?
- Nonsense on vegetable oil, - says Mishka. - It starts with a half turn. Press the pedal once, and you're done - you can go. And gasoline is a hundred kilometers in it. And the speed is twenty kilometers in half an hour.
- Wow! Blimey! I say. - This is a car! On such a ride would be!
Then Mishka shook his head:
- It will fly. Fedka will kill. I’ll rip my head off!
- Yes. Dangerous, I say.
But Mishka looked around and suddenly declares:
- There is no one in the yard, and you are still a "world champion". Sit down! I'll help you accelerate the car, and you push the pedal once, and everything will go like clockwork. You will drive two or three circles around the kindergarten, and we will quietly put the car in place. Fedka drinks tea here for a long time. Three glasses are blowing. Let's!
- Let's! - I said.
And Mishka began to hold the bike, and I perched on it. One leg really reached the edge of the pedal with its toe, but the other hung in the air like macaroni. I pushed off the pipe with this macaroni, and Mishka ran alongside and shouted:
- Press the pedal, press it!
I tried, slid a little to one side from the saddle and how I press the pedal. The bear clicked something on the steering wheel ... And suddenly the car crackled, and I drove off!
I went! Myself! I don’t press the pedal - I don’t get it, but only food, I keep my balance!
It was wonderful! The breeze whistled in my ears, everything rushed around quickly and quickly in a circle: a post, a gate, a bench, mushrooms from the rain, a sandpit, a swing, house management, and again a post, a gate, a bench, mushrooms from the rain, a sandpiper, a swing, house management, and again a column, and all over again, and I drove, clutching the steering wheel, and Mishka kept running after me, but on the third lap he shouted:
- I'm tired! - and leaned against the post.
And I went alone, and I had a lot of fun, and I kept driving and imagining that I was participating in motorcycle races along a steep wall. I saw a brave artist rushing so fast in the park of culture ...
And the post, and the Bear, and the swing, and the house management - everything flashed in front of me for a long time, and everything was very good, only the leg, which was hanging like macaroni, began to give a little chills ... on my own, and my palms immediately became wet, and I really wanted to stop.
I drove to Mishka and shouted:
- Enough! Stop!
The bear ran after me and shouted:
- What? Speak louder!
I shout:
- Are you deaf, or what?
But Mishka has already lagged behind. Then I drove another circle and shouted:
- Stop the car, Mishka!
Then he grabbed the wheel, the car rocked, he fell, and I drove on again. I look, he again meets me at the post and yells:
- Brake! Brake!
I rushed past him and began to look for this brake. But I didn't know where he was! I began to twist various screws and press something on the steering wheel. Where there! It’s no use. The car is cracking itself as if nothing had happened, and I already have thousands of needles digging into my macaroni leg!
I shout:
- Bear, where is this brake?
And he:
- I forgot!
And I:
- You remember!
- Okay, I remember, you still spin a little more!
- You quickly remember, Mishka! I shout again.
And I drove on, and I feel that I am completely uncomfortable, somehow sick. And on the next round, Mishka shouts again:
- I can't remember! You better try jumping off!
And I told him:
- I'm sick!
If I knew that it would turn out this way, I would never skate, it's better to walk on foot, honestly!
And here again in front of the Bear shouts:
- We must get the mattress on which they sleep! So that you crash into it and stop! What are you sleeping on?
I shout:
- On the cot!
And Mishka:
- Then go until the gasoline runs out!
I almost ran him over for this. "Until the gasoline runs out" ... It may be two more weeks to rush around the kindergarten like that, and we have tickets to the puppet theater for Tuesday. And it hurts my leg! I shout to this fool:
- Run after your Fedka!
- He drinks tea! - Mishka shouts.
- Then he will finish! I yell.
But he did not hear and agrees with me:
- Kill! Will definitely kill!
And again everything spun in front of me: a post, a gate, a bench, a swing, house management. Then vice versa: house management, swing, bench, post, and then mixed up: house, post office, mushroom ... And I realized that things were bad.
But at this time, someone grabbed the car hard, it stopped rattling, and they hit me pretty hard on the back of the head. I realized that it was Mishkin Fedka who had finally picked it up. And I immediately rushed to run, but I could not, because the macaroni leg stuck into me like a dagger. But all the same I was not at a loss and rode away from Fedka on one leg.
And he didn't catch up with me.
And I was not angry with him for the slap on the head. Because without him, I probably would have been circling around the yard until now.

Denis Korablev, the protagonist of the story "Motorcycle Races on the Sheer Wall" from the collection of V. Dragunsky "Deniskin Stories", has been fond of cycling since childhood. He knows how to ride it very dexterously, showing the wonders of acrobatics. For this, the guys call him "the champion of the world and the surrounding area."

Once a man drove into the courtyard where Denis lived on an unusual bicycle, which rattled loudly. Denis knew what a motorcycle was, but it was clearly an ordinary bicycle with pedals, only for some reason it had a motor. The man left the bicycle near the pipe and entered the house, and Deniska began to admire the unusual technique.

His friend, Mishka, approached him and said that it was Fedka's nephew who had come to them to drink tea. Denis immediately wanted to ride such a wonderful car, but Mishka said that Fedka could get a kick out of that.

But then Mishka remembered that Denis was called a champion, and began to persuade him to get on an unusual bike. It didn't take long to persuade, and Denis with difficulty climbed onto the high saddle. His feet barely reached the pedals. The bear dispersed the two-wheeled miracle and clicked something on the steering wheel. The motor rattled and the bike started to roll.

At first, Denis liked to drive a miracle car. He began to cut circles around the yard and imagined himself a racer who was driving along a vertical wall. But on the third lap, one leg became numb, and began to feel nauseous. But he did not know how to stop the rattling unit. At first Mishka shouted to him about the brake, but when asked where this brake was located, he said that he did not remember. Then Mishka said to express various frivolous ideas about how to stop. At first, he suggested driving until the gas ran out. Then he got the idea to get a mattress and crash into it. Meanwhile, Denis was getting worse.

Suddenly, someone grabbed the bike tightly and stopped it. It was Fedka. Denis jumped off the bike and somehow, on one leg, jumped away from the angry bike owner.

This is summary story.

The main idea of ​​the story "Motorcycle Racing on a Sheer Wall" is that it is necessary to calculate the consequences of those actions that you plan to perform. Mishka knew how to start a bicycle motor, but did not know how to stop it. And Denis had no idea at all how to operate such a machine. Nevertheless, both, without hesitation, decided to arrange motorcycle races. The story teaches you to be careful and discreet when using unfamiliar techniques.

What proverbs fit the story "Sheer Wall Motorcycle Racing"?

Not knowing the ford, do not poke your head into the water.
Care is not a hindrance.

Even when I was little, they gave me tricycle... And I learned to ride it. Immediately I sat down and drove off, not at all afraid, as if I had ridden bicycles all my life.

Mom said:

- Look how capable of sports he is!

And dad said:

- Sits pretty monkey ...

And I learned to ride a lot and pretty soon began to do different things on a bicycle, like funny artists in a circus. For example, I rode backwards or lying on the saddle and twirling the pedals with any hand - you want with the right, you want with the left;

drove sideways, spreading his legs;

he drove, sitting on the steering wheel, and then closing his eyes and without hands;

rode with a glass of water in his hand.

In a word, he got the hang of it in every way.

And then Uncle Zhenya turned one wheel off my bicycle, and it became two-wheeled, and I again learned everything very quickly by heart. And the guys in the yard began to call me "the champion of the world and its surroundings."

And so I rode on my bike until my knees began to rise above the handlebars while riding. Then I guessed that I had already grown out of this bicycle, and began to think when my dad would buy me a real Shkolnik car.

And then one day a bicycle drives into our yard. And the uncle who sits on it does not twist his legs, but the bicycle cracks under him like a dragonfly and rides on his own. I was terribly surprised. I have never seen a bike ride on my own. A motorcycle is another matter, a car is also, a rocket is clear, but a bicycle? Myself?

I just couldn't believe my eyes.

And this uncle, who was on a bicycle, drove up to Mishkin's front door and stopped. And he turned out to be not an uncle at all, but a young guy. Then he put the bike down by the pipe and left. And I stayed right there with my mouth open. Suddenly Mishka comes out. He says:

- Well? What are you staring at?

I'm talking:

- He goes by himself, understand?

Bear says:

- This is our nephew Fedka's car. Bicycle with a motor. Fedka came to us on business - to drink tea.

I'm asking:

- Is it difficult to control such a machine?

- Nonsense on vegetable oil, - says Mishka. - It starts with a half turn. Press the pedal once, and you're done - you can go. And gasoline is in it for a hundred kilometers. And the speed is twenty kilometers in half an hour.

- Wow! Blimey! I say. - This is a car! On such a ride would be!

Then Mishka shook his head:

- It will fly. Fedka will kill. The head will be blown off!

- Yes. Dangerous, I say.

But Mishka looked around and suddenly declares:

- There is no one in the yard, and you are still a "world champion". Sit down! I'll help you accelerate the car, and you push the pedal once, and everything will go like clockwork. You will drive two or three circles around the kindergarten, and we will quietly put the car in place. Fedka drinks tea here for a long time. Three glasses are blowing. Let's!

- Let's! - I said.

And Mishka began to hold the bike, and I perched on it. One leg really reached the edge of the pedal with its toe, but the other hung in the air like macaroni. I pushed off the pipe with this macaroni, and Mishka ran alongside and shouted:

- Press the pedal, press it!

I tried, slid a little to one side from the saddle and how I press the pedal. The bear clicked something on the steering wheel ... And suddenly the car crackled, and I drove off!

I went! Myself! I don’t press the pedal - I don’t get it, but only food, I keep my balance!

It was wonderful! The breeze whistled in my ears, everything rushed around quickly and quickly in a circle: a post, a gate, a bench, mushrooms from the rain, a sandpit, a swing, house management, and again a post, a gate, a bench, mushrooms from the rain, a sandpiper, a swing, house management, and again a column, and all over again, and I drove, clutching the steering wheel, and Mishka kept running after me, but on the third lap he shouted:

- I'm tired! - and leaned against the post.

And I went alone, and I had a lot of fun, and I kept driving and imagining that I was participating in motorcycle races along a steep wall. I saw a brave artist rushing so fast in the park of culture ...

And the post, and the Bear, and the swing, and the house management - everything flashed in front of me for quite a long time, and everything was very good, only the leg, which hung like macaroni, began to give a little shivers ... And I suddenly felt somehow uncomfortable , and palms immediately became wet, and I really wanted to stop.

I drove to Mishka and shouted:

- Enough! Stop!

The bear ran after me and shouted:

- What? Speak louder!

- Are you deaf, or what?

But Mishka has already lagged behind. Then I drove another circle and shouted:

- Stop the car, Bear!

Then he grabbed the wheel, the car rocked, he fell, and I drove on again.

I look, he again meets me at the post and yells:

- Brake! Brake!

I rushed past him and began to look for this brake. But I didn't know where he was! I began to twist various screws and press something on the steering wheel. Where there! It’s no use. The car is cracking itself as if nothing had happened, and I already have thousands of needles digging into my macaroni leg!

- Bear, where is this brake?

- I forgot!

- You remember!

- Okay, remember, you still spin a little more!

- You quickly remember, Mishka! I shout again.

And on the next round, Mishka shouts again:

- I can't remember! You better try jumping off!

- I'm sick!

If I knew that it would turn out this way, I would never skate, it's better to walk on foot, honestly!

And here again in front of the Bear shouts:

- We must get the mattress on which they sleep! So that you crash into it and stop! What are you sleeping on?

- On the cot!

- Then go until the gasoline runs out!

I almost ran him over for this. “Until the gasoline runs out” ... It may be two more weeks to rush around the kindergarten like that, and we have tickets to the puppet theater for Tuesday. And it hurts my leg! I shout to this fool:

- Run after your Fedka!

- He's drinking tea! - Mishka shouts.

- Then he will finish drinking! I yell.

But he did not hear and agrees with me:

- Kill! Will definitely kill!

And again everything spun in front of me: a post, a gate, a bench, a swing, house management. Then vice versa: house management, swing, bench, post, and then mixed up: house, post office, mushroom ... And I realized that things were bad.

But at this time, someone grabbed the car hard, it stopped rattling, and they hit me pretty hard on the back of the head.

I realized that it was Mishkin Fedka who had finally picked it up. And I immediately rushed to run, but I could not, because the macaroni leg stuck into me like a dagger. But I was not at a loss, and rode away from Fedka on one leg.

And he didn't catch up with me.

And I was not angry with him for the slap on the head. Because without him, I probably would have been circling around the yard until now.

STEEL WALL RACING

Even when I was little, they gave me a tricycle. And I learned to ride it. Immediately I sat down and drove off, not at all afraid, as if I had ridden bicycles all my life.
Mom said:
- Look how capable of sports he is.
And dad said:
- Sits pretty monkey ...
And I learned to ride great and pretty soon began to do different things on a bicycle, like funny artists in a circus. For example, I rode backwards or lying on the saddle and twirling the pedals with any hand - you want your right, you want your left;
drove sideways, spreading his legs;
he drove, sitting on the steering wheel, and then closing his eyes and without hands;
rode with a glass of water in his hand. In a word, he got the hang of it in every way.
And then Uncle Zhenya turned one wheel off my bicycle, and it became two-wheeled, and again I learned everything very quickly by heart. And the guys in the yard began to call me "the champion of the world and its surroundings."
And so I rode my bike until my knees began to rise above the handlebars while riding. Then I guessed that I had already grown out of this bicycle, and began to think when my dad would buy me a real Shkolnik car.
And then one day a bicycle drives into our yard. And the uncle, who sits on it, does not twist his legs, but the bicycle cracks under him like a dragonfly and rides on his own. I was terribly surprised. I have never seen a bike ride on my own. A motorcycle is another matter, a car is also, a rocket is clear, but a bicycle? Myself?
I just couldn't believe my eyes.
And this uncle, who was on a bicycle, drove up to Mishkin's front door and stopped. And he turned out to be not an uncle at all, but a young guy. Then he put the bike down by the pipe and left. And I stayed right there with my mouth open. Suddenly Mishka comes out.
He says:
- Well? What are you staring at?
I'm talking:
- He goes by himself, understand?
Bear says:
- This is our nephew Fedka's car. Bicycle with a motor. Fedka came to us on business - to drink tea.
I'm asking:
- Is it difficult to control such a machine?
- Nonsense on vegetable oil, - says Mishka. - It starts with a half turn. Press the pedal once, and you're done - you can go. And gasoline is a hundred kilometers in it. And the speed is twenty kilometers in half an hour.
- Wow! Blimey! I say. - This is a car! On such a ride would be!
Then Mishka shook his head:
- It will fly. Fedka will kill. I’ll rip my head off!
- Yes. Dangerous, I say.
But Mishka looked around and suddenly declares:
- There is no one in the yard, and you are still a "world champion". Sit down! I'll help you accelerate the car, and you push the pedal once, and everything will go like clockwork. You will drive two or three circles around the kindergarten, and we will quietly put the car in place. Fedka drinks tea here for a long time. Three glasses are blowing. Let's!
- Let's! - I said.
And Mishka began to hold the bike, and I perched on it. One leg really reached the edge of the pedal with its toe, but the other hung in the air like macaroni. I pushed off the pipe with this macaroni, and Mishka ran alongside and shouted:
- Press the pedal, press it!
I tried, slid a little to one side from the saddle and how I press the pedal. The bear clicked something on the steering wheel ... And suddenly the car crackled, and I drove off!
I went! Myself! I don’t press the pedal - I don’t get it, but only food, I keep my balance!
It was wonderful! The breeze whistled in my ears, everything rushed around quickly and quickly in a circle: a post, a gate, a bench, mushrooms from the rain, a sandpit, a swing, house management, and again a post, a gate, a bench, mushrooms from the rain, a sandpiper, a swing, house management, and again a column, and all over again, and I drove, clutching the steering wheel, and Mishka kept running after me, but on the third lap he shouted:
- I'm tired! - and leaned against the post.
And I went alone, and I had a lot of fun, and I kept driving and imagining that I was participating in motorcycle races along a steep wall. I saw a brave artist rushing so fast in the park of culture ...
And the post, and the Bear, and the swing, and the house management - everything flashed in front of me for a long time, and everything was very good, only the leg, which was hanging like macaroni, began to give a little chills ... on my own, and my palms immediately became wet, and I really wanted to stop.
I drove to Mishka and shouted:
- Enough! Stop!
The bear ran after me and shouted:
- What? Speak louder!
I shout:
- Are you deaf, or what?
But Mishka has already lagged behind. Then I drove another circle and shouted:
- Stop the car, Mishka!
Then he grabbed the wheel, the car rocked, he fell, and I drove on again. I look, he again meets me at the post and yells:
- Brake! Brake!
I rushed past him and began to look for this brake. But I didn't know where he was! I began to twist various screws and press something on the steering wheel. Where there! It’s no use. The car is cracking itself as if nothing had happened, and I already have thousands of needles digging into my macaroni leg!
I shout:
- Bear, where is this brake?
And he:
- I forgot!
And I:
- You remember!
- Okay, I remember, you still spin a little more!
- You quickly remember, Mishka! I shout again.
And I drove on, and I feel that I am completely uncomfortable, somehow sick. And on the next round, Mishka shouts again:
- I can't remember! You better try jumping off!
And I told him:
- I'm sick!
If I knew that it would turn out this way, I would never skate, it's better to walk on foot, honestly!
And here again in front of the Bear shouts:
- We must get the mattress on which they sleep! So that you crash into it and stop! What are you sleeping on?
I shout:
- On the cot!
And Mishka:
- Then go until the gasoline runs out!
I almost ran him over for this. "Until the gasoline runs out" ... It may be two more weeks to rush around the kindergarten like that, and we have tickets to the puppet theater for Tuesday. And it hurts my leg! I shout to this fool:
- Run after your Fedka!
- He drinks tea! - Mishka shouts.
- Then he will finish! I yell.
But he did not hear and agrees with me:
- Kill! Will definitely kill!
And again everything spun in front of me: a post, a gate, a bench, a swing, house management. Then vice versa: house management, swing, bench, post, and then mixed up: house, post office, mushroom ... And I realized that things were bad.
But at this time, someone grabbed the car hard, it stopped rattling, and they hit me pretty hard on the back of the head. I realized that it was Mishkin Fedka who had finally picked it up. And I immediately rushed to run, but I could not, because the macaroni leg stuck into me like a dagger. But all the same I was not at a loss and rode away from Fedka on one leg.
And he didn't catch up with me.
And I was not angry with him for the slap on the head. Because without him, I probably would have been circling around the yard until now.

Even when I was little, they gave me a tricycle. And I learned to ride it. Immediately I sat down and drove off, not at all afraid, as if I had ridden bicycles all my life.

Mom said:

- Look how capable he is for sports.

And dad said:

- Sits pretty monkey ...

And I learned to ride a lot and pretty soon began to do different things on a bicycle, like funny artists in a circus. For example, I rode backwards or lying on the saddle and twirling the pedals with any hand - you want with the right, you want with the left:

drove sideways, spreading his legs;

he drove, sitting on the steering wheel, and then closing his eyes and without hands;

rode with a glass of water in his hand. In a word, he got the hang of it in every way.

And then Uncle Zhenya turned one wheel off my bicycle, and it became two-wheeled, and I again learned everything very quickly by heart. And the guys in the yard began to call me "the champion of the world and its surroundings."

And so I rode on my bike until my knees began to rise above the handlebars while riding. Then I guessed that I had already grown out of this bicycle, and began to think when my dad would buy me a real Shkolnik car.

And then one day a bicycle drives into our yard. And the uncle who sits on it does not twist his legs, but the bike cracks under him like a dragonfly and rides on his own. I was terribly surprised. I have never seen a bike ride on my own. A motorcycle is another matter, a car is also, a rocket is clear, but a bicycle? Myself?

I just couldn't believe my eyes.

And this uncle, who was on a bicycle, drove up to Mishkin's front door and stopped. And he turned out to be not an uncle at all, but a young guy. Then he put the bike down by the pipe and left. And I stayed right there with my mouth open. Suddenly Mishka comes out.

He says:

- Well? What are you staring at?

I'm talking:

- He goes by himself, understand?

Bear says:

- This is our nephew Fedka's car. Bicycle with a motor. Fedka came to us on business - to drink tea.

I'm asking:

- Is it difficult to drive such a machine?

- Nonsense on vegetable oil, - says Mishka. - It starts with a half turn. Press the pedal once, and you're done - you can go. And gasoline is in it for a hundred kilometers. And the speed is twenty kilometers in half an hour.

- Wow! Blimey! I say. - This is a car! On such a ride would be!

Then Mishka shook his head:

- It will fly. Fedka will kill. The head will be blown off!

- Yes. Dangerous, I say.

But Mishka looked around and suddenly declares:

- There is no one in the yard, and you are still a "world champion". Sit down! I'll help you accelerate the car, and you push the pedal once, and everything will go like clockwork. You will drive two or three circles around the kindergarten, and we will quietly put the car in place. Fedka drinks tea here for a long time. Three glasses are blowing. Let's!

- Let's! - I said.

And Mishka began to hold the bike, and I perched on it. One leg really reached the edge of the pedal with its toe, but the other hung in the air like macaroni. I pushed off the pipe with this macaroni, and Mishka ran alongside and shouted:

- Press the pedal, press it!

I tried, slid a little to one side from the saddle and how I press the pedal. The bear clicked something on the steering wheel ... And suddenly the car crackled, and I drove off!

I went! Myself! I don’t press the pedal - I don’t get it, but only food, I keep my balance!

It was wonderful! The breeze whistled in my ears, everything rushed around quickly and quickly in a circle: a post, a gate, a bench, mushrooms from the rain, a sandpit, a swing, house management, and again a post, a gate, a bench, mushrooms from the rain, a sandpiper, a swing, house management, and again a column, and all over again, and I drove, clutching the steering wheel, and Mishka kept running after me, but on the third lap he shouted:

- I'm tired! - and leaned against the post.

And I went alone, and I had a lot of fun, and I kept driving and imagining that I was participating in motorcycle races along a steep wall. I saw a brave artist rushing so fast in the park of culture ...

And the post, and the Bear, and the swing, and the house management - everything flashed in front of me for quite a long time, and everything was very good, only the leg that hung like macaroni began to give a little chills ... on my own, and my palms immediately became wet, and I really wanted to stop.

I drove to Mishka and shouted:

- Enough! Stop!

The bear ran after me and shouted:

- What? Speak louder!

- Are you deaf, or what?

But Mishka has already lagged behind. Then I drove another circle and shouted:

- Stop the car, Bear!

Then he grabbed the wheel, the car rocked, he fell, and I drove on again.

I look, he again meets me at the post and yells:

- Brake! Brake!

I rushed past him and began to look for this brake. But I didn't know where he was! I began to twist various screws and press something on the steering wheel. Where there! It’s no use. The car is cracking itself as if nothing had happened, and I already have thousands of needles digging into my macaroni leg!

- Bear, where is this brake? And he:

- I forgot!

- You remember!

- Okay, remember, you still spin a little more!

- You quickly remember, Mishka! I shout again.

- I can't remember! You better try jumping off!

- I'm sick!

If I knew that it would turn out this way, I would never skate, it's better to walk on foot, honestly!

And here again in front of the Bear shouts:

- We need to get the mattress on which they sleep! So that you crash into it and stop! What are you sleeping on?

- On the cot!

- Then go until the gasoline runs out!

I almost ran him over for this. "Until the gasoline runs out" ... It may be another two weeks to rush around the kindergarten like that, and we have tickets to the puppet theater for Tuesday. And it hurts my leg! I shout to this fool:

- Run after your Fedka!

- He's drinking tea! - Mishka shouts.

- Then he will finish drinking! I yell.

But he did not hear and agrees with me:

- Kill! Will definitely kill!

And again everything spun in front of me: a post, a gate, a bench, a swing, house management. Then vice versa: house management, swing, bench, post, and then mixed up: house, post office, mushroom ... And I realized that things were bad.

But at this time, someone grabbed the car hard, it stopped rattling, and they hit me pretty hard on the back of the head. I realized that it was Mishkin Fedka who had finally picked it up. And I immediately rushed to run, but did not

could, because the macaroni leg sank into me like a dagger. But I was not at a loss, and rode away from Fedka on one leg. And he didn't catch up with me.

And I was not angry with him for the slap on the head. Because without him, I probably would have been circling around the yard until now.

Issues for discussion

What is the story of V. Dragunsky "Motorcycle race on the sheer wall"? Why was the hero of the story called "the champion of the world and its surroundings"? How does the author describe the hero's ride on a motorized bicycle after the third lap? Why does the hero of the story say such words: "mushroom", drink it "? Why didn't he get angry with Fedka for the slap on the head?