William Thackeray, English satirist
A book is a huge force.
Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, Soviet revolutionary
Without books, we can now neither live, nor fight, nor suffer, nor rejoice and win, nor confidently move towards that reasonable and beautiful future in which we unshakably believe.
Many thousands of years ago, the book, in the hands of the best representatives of humanity, became one of the main weapons in their struggle for truth and justice, and it was this weapon that gave these people terrible strength.
Nikolai Rubakin, Russian bibliologist, bibliographer.
A book is a working tool. But not only that. It introduces people to the lives and struggles of other people, makes it possible to understand their experiences, their thoughts, their aspirations; it makes it possible to compare, understand the environment and transform it.
Stanislav Strumilin, academician of the USSR Academy of Sciences
No the best remedy to refresh the mind, like reading the ancient classics; As soon as you take one of them in your hands, even for half an hour, you immediately feel refreshed, lightened and cleansed, lifted and strengthened, as if you had refreshed yourself by bathing in a clean spring.
Arthur Schopenhauer, German philosopher
Anyone who was not familiar with the creations of the ancients lived without knowing beauty.
Georg Hegel, German philosopher
No failures of history and blind spaces of time are able to destroy human thought, enshrined in hundreds, thousands and millions of manuscripts and books.
Konstantin Paustovsky, Russian Soviet writer
The book is a magician. The book transformed the world. It contains the memory of the human race, it is the mouthpiece of human thought. A world without a book is a world of savages.
Nikolai Morozov, creator of modern scientific chronology
Books are a spiritual testament from one generation to another, advice from a dying old man to a young man beginning to live, an order passed on to a sentry going on vacation to a sentry taking his place.
Empty without books human life. The book is not only our friend, but also our constant, eternal companion.
Demyan Bedny, Russian Soviet writer, poet, publicist
A book is a powerful tool of communication, labor, and struggle. It equips a person with the experience of life and the struggle of humanity, expands his horizon, gives him knowledge with the help of which he can force the forces of nature to serve him.
Nadezhda Krupskaya, Russian revolutionary, Soviet party, public and cultural figure.
Reading good books is a conversation with the most the best people past times, and, moreover, such a conversation when they tell us only their best thoughts.
Rene Descartes, French philosopher, mathematician, physicist and physiologist
Reading is one of the sources of thinking and mental development.
Vasily Sukhomlinsky, an outstanding Soviet teacher-innovator.
Reading is for the mind what physical exercise is for the body.
Joseph Addison English poet and satirist
Good book- exactly a conversation with smart person. The reader receives from her knowledge and a generalization of reality, the ability to understand life.
Alexei Tolstoy, Russian Soviet writer and public figure
Do not forget that the most colossal weapon of multifaceted education is reading.
Alexander Herzen, Russian publicist, writer, philosopher
Without reading there is no real education, there is no and there can be no taste, no words, no multifaceted breadth of understanding; Goethe and Shakespeare are equal to a whole university. By reading a person survives centuries.
Alexander Herzen, Russian publicist, writer, philosopher
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NOSOV EVGENY IVANOVICH
LIVING FLAME
Aunt Olya looked into my room, again found me with papers and, raising her voice, said commandingly:
- He will write something! Go and get some air, help me trim the flowerbed. Aunt Olya took a birch bark box from the closet. While I was happily stretching my back, churning up the wet soil with a rake, she sat down on the heap and poured bags and bundles of flower seeds onto her lap and laid them out by variety.
“Olga Petrovna, what is it,” I notice, “you don’t sow poppies in your flower beds?”
- Well, what color is the poppy? - she answered with conviction. - This is a vegetable. It is sown in the garden beds along with onions and cucumbers.
- What do you! - I laughed. - Another old song says:
And her forehead is white, like marble. And your cheeks are burning like poppies.
“It’s only in color for two days,” Olga Petrovna persisted. - This is in no way suitable for a flowerbed, it puffed and immediately burned out. And then this same beater sticks out all summer and just spoils the view.
But I still secretly sprinkled a pinch of poppy seeds into the very middle of the flowerbed. After a few days it turned green.
-Have you sowed poppies? - Aunt Olya approached me. - Oh, you are so mischievous! So be it, leave the three, I feel sorry for you. And I weeded out the rest.
Unexpectedly, I left on business and returned only two weeks later. After a hot, tiring journey, it was pleasant to enter Aunt Olya’s quiet old house. The freshly washed floor felt cool. A jasmine bush growing under the window cast a lacy shadow on the desk.
- Should I pour some kvass? - she suggested, looking sympathetically at me, sweaty and tired. - Alyoshka loved kvass very much. Sometimes I bottled and sealed it myself
When I was renting this room, Olga Petrovna, looking up at the portrait of a young man in a flight uniform hanging above the desk, asked:
- Wouldn't it hurt?
- What do you!
- This is my son Alexey. And the room was his. Well, settle down and live in good health.
Handing me a heavy copper mug of kvass, Aunt Olya said:
- And your poppies have risen, their buds have already been thrown away. I went to look at the flowers. The flowerbed stood unrecognizable. Along the very edge there was a rug, which, with its thick cover with flowers scattered across it, very much resembled a real carpet. Then the flowerbed was surrounded by a ribbon of matthiols - modest night flowers that attract people not with their brightness, but with a delicately bitter aroma, similar to the smell of vanilla. Yellow-violet jackets were colorful pansies, the purple-velvet hats of Parisian beauties swayed on thin legs. There were many other familiar and unfamiliar flowers. And in the center of the flowerbed, above all this floral diversity, my poppies rose, throwing three tight, heavy buds towards the sun.
They blossomed the next day.
Aunt Olya went out to water the flowerbed, but immediately returned, clattering with an empty watering can.
- Well, go look, they’ve bloomed.
From a distance, the poppies looked like lit torches with living flames blazing merrily in the wind. A light wind swayed slightly, the sun pierced the translucent scarlet petals with light, causing the poppies to flare up with a tremulous bright fire, or fill with a thick crimson. It seemed that if you just touched it, they would immediately scorch you!
The poppies were blinding with their mischievous, scorching brightness, and next to them all these Parisian beauties, snapdragons and other flower aristocracy faded and dimmed.
For two days the poppies burned wildly. And at the end of the second day they suddenly crumbled and went out. And immediately the lush flowerbed became empty without them.
I picked up a still very fresh petal, covered in drops of dew, from the ground and spread it on my palm.
“That’s all,” I said loudly, with a feeling of admiration that had not yet cooled down.
“Yes, it burned down...” Aunt Olya sighed, as if for a living creature. - And I somehow didn’t pay attention to this poppy before. It has a short life. But without looking back, she lived it to the fullest. And this happens to people...
Aunt Olya, somehow hunched over, suddenly hurried into the house.
I've already been told about her son. Alexey died, diving on his tiny "hawk" onto the back of a heavy fascist bomber...
I now live on the other side of the city and occasionally visit Aunt Olya. Recently I visited her again. We sat at the summer table, drank tea, and shared news. And nearby, in a flowerbed, a large carpet of poppies was blazing. Some crumbled, dropping petals to the ground like sparks, others only opened their fiery tongues. And from below, from the moist earth, full of vitality, more and more tightly rolled buds rose to prevent the living fire from going out.
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Aunt Olya looked into my room, again found me with papers and, raising her voice, said commandingly:
He will write something! Go and get some air, help me trim the flowerbed. Aunt Olya took a birch bark box from the closet. While I was happily stretching my back, churning up the wet soil with a rake, she sat down on the heap and poured bags and bundles of flower seeds onto her lap and laid them out by variety.
Olga Petrovna, what is it, I notice, that you don’t sow poppies in your flower beds?
Well, what color is the poppy? - she answered with conviction. - This is a vegetable. It is sown in the garden beds along with onions and cucumbers.
What do you! - I laughed. - Another old song says:
And her forehead is white, like marble. And your cheeks are burning like poppies.
“It’s only in color for two days,” Olga Petrovna persisted. - This is in no way suitable for a flowerbed, it puffed and immediately burned out. And then this same beater sticks out all summer and just spoils the view.
But I still secretly sprinkled a pinch of poppy seeds into the very middle of the flowerbed. After a few days it turned green.
Have you sowed poppies? - Aunt Olya approached me. - Oh, you are so mischievous! So be it, leave the three, I feel sorry for you. And I weeded out the rest.
Unexpectedly, I left on business and returned only two weeks later. After a hot, tiring journey, it was pleasant to enter Aunt Olya’s quiet old house. The freshly washed floor felt cool. A jasmine bush growing under the window cast a lacy shadow on the desk.
Should I pour some kvass? - she suggested, looking sympathetically at me, sweaty and tired. - Alyoshka loved kvass very much. Sometimes I bottled and sealed it myself
When I was renting this room, Olga Petrovna, looking up at the portrait of a young man in a flight uniform hanging above the desk, asked:
Wouldn't it hurt?
This is my son Alexey. And the room was his. Well, settle down and live in good health.
Handing me a heavy copper mug of kvass, Aunt Olya said:
And your poppies have risen and have already thrown out their buds. I went to look at the flowers. The flowerbed stood unrecognizable. Along the very edge there was a rug, which, with its thick cover with flowers scattered across it, very much resembled a real carpet. Then the flowerbed was surrounded by a ribbon of matthiols - modest night flowers that attract people not with their brightness, but with a delicately bitter aroma, similar to the smell of vanilla. The jackets of yellow-violet pansies were colorful, and the purple-velvet hats of Parisian beauties swayed on thin legs. There were many other familiar and unfamiliar flowers. And in the center of the flowerbed, above all this floral diversity, my poppies rose, throwing three tight, heavy buds towards the sun.
They blossomed the next day.
Aunt Olya went out to water the flowerbed, but immediately returned, clattering with an empty watering can.
Well, come and look, they've bloomed.
From a distance, the poppies looked like lit torches with living flames blazing merrily in the wind. A light wind swayed slightly, the sun pierced the translucent scarlet petals with light, causing the poppies to flare up with a tremulous bright fire, or fill with a thick crimson. It seemed that if you just touched it, they would immediately scorch you!
The poppies were blinding with their mischievous, scorching brightness, and next to them all these Parisian beauties, snapdragons and other flower aristocracy faded and dimmed.
For two days the poppies burned wildly. And at the end of the second day they suddenly crumbled and went out. And immediately the lush flowerbed became empty without them.
I picked up a still very fresh petal, covered in drops of dew, from the ground and spread it on my palm.
That’s all,” I said loudly, with a feeling of admiration that had not yet cooled down.
Yes, it burned... - Aunt Olya sighed, as if for a living creature. - And I somehow didn’t pay attention to this poppy before. It has a short life. But without looking back, she lived it to the fullest. And this happens to people...
Aunt Olya, somehow hunched over, suddenly hurried into the house.
I've already been told about her son. Alexey died, diving on his tiny "hawk" onto the back of a heavy fascist bomber...
I now live on the other side of the city and occasionally visit Aunt Olya. Recently I visited her again. We sat at the summer table, drank tea, and shared news. And nearby, in a flowerbed, a large carpet of poppies was blazing. Some crumbled, dropping petals to the ground like sparks, others only opened their fiery tongues. And from below, from the moist earth, full of vitality, more and more tightly rolled buds rose to prevent the living fire from going out.
Igor Nosov "Stories"
Listen to funny, kind and instructive stories about modern boys and girls, as well as about their friends, parents, teachers and pets.
- Zhenya's treasure
- Artist
- Apollo, Hercules and me
- Bananas
- Borka autopilot
- Khrukhrumchik
- Apparently he retrained
- Smugglers
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Nikolay Nosov "Vitya Maleev at school and at home"
It will not be an exaggeration to say that Vitya Maleev became a favorite hero for several generations of boys and girls. Adventures of fourth graders - Viti Maleev and his best friend Kostya Shishkin, their pranks and mistakes, sorrows and insults, joys and victories - are described by Nikolai Nosov so interestingly and naturally that any reader recognizes himself in them. One day the writer received a letter from young man, whose name and surname completely coincided with the hero of Nosov’s story: “I Vitya Maleev. How did you learn stories from my life?..”
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Nikolay Nosov "Dreamers"
Funny, touching and at the same time instructive stories by Nikolai Nosov are favorite books for several generations of young readers.
After all, his heroes - dreamers and inventors, mischievous people and fidgets who always find themselves in unexpected funny situations - are so similar to modern boys and girls!
- Resourcefulness
- Putty
- Dreamers
- Living hat
- On the hill
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Nikolay Nosov "Bobik visiting Barbos and other stories"
Several generations of young readers in our country have grown up reading the books of this wonderful writer. Nikolai Nosov.
We bring to your attention funny and educational stories for the youngest listeners.
Music by Eva Dominiak.
Sound engineer: Olesya Kuzmina.
- Bobik visiting Barbos
- Three hunters
- Dreamers
- Resourcefulness
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Nikolay Nosov "The Adventures of Tolya Klyukvin"
Funny and instructive stories and novellas by Nikolai Nosov have educated more than one generation of young readers.
His heroes are naive and sensible, possessed by a thirst for activity, mischievous and inquisitive fidgets who constantly find themselves in funny and unusual situations - so similar to modern boys and girls!
- Diary of Kolya Sinitsyn
- The Adventures of Tolya Klyukvin
- About Gena
- Blot
- Fedya's task
- When we laugh
- Under one roof
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Nikolay Nosov "Dunno in Sunny city"
In the second part of the trilogy, Dunno becomes the owner of a magic wand and goes on a journey with Knopochka and Patchkulya Motley. Friends find themselves in the Sunny City, where it is full of all sorts of fabulous inventions: rotating houses, autohorses, spiral walkers, jet roller tubes and other wonderful machines and mechanisms.
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Nikolay Nosov "Stories"
The collection includes famous children's stories Nikolai Nosov.
Dreamers
- Putty
- Dreamers
- Resourcefulness
- Knock-knock-knock
- Blot
- Fedya's task
Living hat
- Karasik
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Nikolai Nosov, Igor Nosov "All the adventures of Dunno"
In one fairy-tale town live carefree and cheerful little people. And they are called shorties because they are very small, the size of a small cucumber. The most famous among them is the baby DunnoA. Whatever this prankster undertakes, whether to draw a picture or ride in a carbonated car, he always ends up in funny and amusing stories, causing a stir throughout the entire Sunny City.
- The Adventures of Dunno and His Friends
- Dunno in Sunny City
- Dunno on the Moon
- Dunno's Journey to Stone Town
- Dunno Island
- Big surprise Dunno
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Continuation of the novel "The Hunger Games", which became an international bestseller. Katniss and Peeta survived the terrible Hunger Games, forcing them both to be recognized as winners. But many of those who don't like winning consider the guy and girl dangerous. These people have enough strength and power to easily kill both Peeta and Katniss. But no one can separate them. Now everything is set up so that Peeta and Katniss are forced to return to the next round of the Hunger Games. They will again find themselves face to face with death - for the sake of their love, their future, their hope for happiness.
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Suzanne Collins "Catching Fire"
The second novel in the Hunger Games trilogy, which became an international bestseller. Katniss and Peeta survived the terrible Hunger Games, and the Capitol was forced to recognize them both as winners. But the powers that be do not like it when their rules are violated. The spark of rebellion that Katniss Everdeen ignited in the people of Panem is about to grow into a flame that could destroy both the Capitol and President Snow himself. Simply removing her means turning her into a martyr, into a symbol, into an idea... and this cannot be allowed. And therefore, a new test awaits the heroes - a new Arena. They will again find themselves face to face with death, with betrayal, with a common enemy. Face to face with each other...
Books in the Hunger Games series:
- The Hunger Games
- And the flames will burst into flames
- Mockingjay
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Eleonora Yakovlevna Galperina (Nora Gal) – Soviet translator from English and French, literary critic and translation theorist, editor. Born on April 27, 1912 in Odessa. At the turn of the 1950s and 1960s, she became known thanks to the translations of “ The Little Prince"Saint-Exupéry, "The Stranger" by Camus, and a number of stories from works of world fiction. In 1972, Nora Gal’s book “The Living and the Dead Word” was published. It is based on examples of unsuccessful and erroneous linguistic and stylistic decisions of translators, authors and editors, accompanied by brief analysis and suggestions for a better replacement. The book pays a lot of attention to everyday speech, and it is addressed not only to specialists. Nora Gal died on July 23, 1991 after a serious illness. Her memory is immortalized in space: in July 1995, a small planet from the asteroid belt was given the name Noragal.
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Troy Twin extinguished the Dark Flame in the Cursed Forest, now the sacred trees of the elves grow there again. He cleansed Kradrekram, the ancient stronghold of the dwarves, from corruption. And he fulfilled the condition of the Great Council of Temi - he restored the elven and dwarf settlements on the lands of Arvendale. But a horde of Western orcs is amassing strength on the shores of the Long Sea, and there are rumors that the orcs have already occupied the human capital of El-Severin, rallying under the leadership of the Dark God Ykhlag. True, there is still hope for the Light races: legend says that in ancient times the Great Marelboro, the emperor of people, killed one of the Dark Gods. This means victory is possible...
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In the 1970s, he wrote the first children's books Shoe, Two Briefcases and a Whole Week and Shoe and Me in Crimea (1975). Beginning in the 1950s, Aleshkovsky became known as the author and performer of the officially unauthorized songs Personal Date, Kurochek, etc. Lines from his song Comrade Stalin, you are a great scientist were divided into aphorisms, for example, “You here fanned the flame from a spark / Thank you, I’m warming myself by the fire.” After 1968, the writer stopped collaborating with Soviet publishing houses and began writing songs and prose, which could only be distributed in samizdat. The characters in his works were people who were “persona non grata” in official literature, and the author did not and does not hide his sympathy for them.
