Family Reading: Tales to Children of Responsibility

Responsiveness is good!

A responsive person cannot pass by the sufferer, cannot fail to provide assistance and do not deliver joy, cannot leave the patient unattended. It’s just necessary to tell the child. Otherwise, how would he know that helping people is good?

“ Grandmother with Raspberries”

Victor Astafyov has a story “Grandma with Raspberries” about children who helped an elderly woman find joy.

The train stopped at the railway, and the wagon began to fill the berries. Among the children there was an old lady who very shustro already almost jumped on a footplate. But suddenly berries sprinkled out of her tuesk, and soon it was almost empty.

She screamed that she would collect them, but the train had already gone. In the wagon, she was still in a desperate situation for a long time, her lips did not stop shaking, her strained hands shook. Schoolchildren gave way to her. She, once was happy because she was the fastest berry gatherer and cheerful songstress. And now it’s empty in her basket — empty and on the shower. Guys earlier offered to help her get berries into the wagon, but she refused. One passenger called her awkward. She was very offended. And suddenly one man whispered a little with children, got a babkin tuesok and started collecting in it a handful of raspberries which guys took each of the dishes. Babku at first resisted, explaining that the term was never taken by someone else. The man praised the guys, calling them good guys and grandkids of the grandmother. Only here’s “the guess is small.” And Grandma was glad, called them nice, kinky, kazatik.

“ Strawberry”

This same writer offers “Strawberry” story about brother and sister who couldn’t leave sick man alone with his grief. They tried to make him nice. You cheered him up in every way.

Brother and sister, Vanya and Nyura, met Uncle Solomin by the river while fishing. Between the adult frontman, who lost his wife and son in the war, and the children struck up a friendship.

He worked on the railroad and studied part-time. Children loved to be in his house, went to the woods with him, fishing. Vana was not given arithmetic. Ivan Pavlovich brought up in him the desire to delve into the essence of the task and not fantasize, taught not to retreat before difficulties. The children’s father died during the war.

One day with Ivan Pavlovich there was trouble. Some person appeared between cars, and that decided to save it, and himself damaged a leg, and got to hospital. He wanted his leg amputated. Uploaded guys. Nyura began to cry, and then asked Vanya about the strawman. The boy said that now not to strawberries, and then was very happy when he learned that strawberries can be recruited for Solomin’s uncle.

The berry just kept pace. But they managed to gain a glass. Only greens ate themselves.

They were not allowed into the hospital immediately. When they went into the ward, Uncle Solomin was very surprised who could come to him. He had no relatives. The guys saw him and were frightened of what his eyes looked like — “even, indifferent”. The guys were afraid that the leg had already been amputated, but then noticed that it was normal. Talked at first with timid, trembling voices. Strawberry, it turns out, was one of Ivan Pavlovich’s favorite berries. But he booted from what will be then walking for the berry. Children began to tell how in their village the disabled person on a wooden even fishing. Told him an interesting story about this fisherman. While saying goodbye to the children dear to him, he asked them to bring him books for study.

Vanya’s mother came to check. Children saw a joyful smile of Ivan Pavlovich and the same reciprocal Nadezhda Nikolaevna. And they too became joyful.

After seeing the head doctor, the children asked him about whether Uncle Solomin would have his leg amputated. The doctor replied that it was up to them. Then they promised that they would feed and fish every day. He loves fish. On the way home Nyura suggested to his brother to talk all the children from their street to go for strawberries and carry them to hospital.

“ A boy with skates Yuri

Yakovlev tells about a concerned boy who helped an elderly man. He got bad, the boy noticed it and approached him. Helped walk to the house. It turned out that the person is named L. Bakhtyukov. He fought in the Great Patriotic War, was a petty officer, had the Order of the Red Banner. He was wounded and there was a shrapnel left in his chest, which was moving and causing bouts of pain.

Bringing Bakhtyukov home the boy wanted to leave, but something got in the way. This man called him “son.” For a boy growing up without a father, the word was unfamiliar. He felt anxiety for this old man with a shard in his chest.

The boy went for the medicine, came back and saw that Bakhtyukov was lying with his eyes closed. The boy was scared he had died. I was afraid to call an ambulance. I got to the machine gun, I called, but I realized that I didn’t know the address of the patient. And suddenly I saw an ambulance driving by. He decided to stop her and stopped her. Told everything to the doctors and led them to the sick person.

Bakhtyukov was taken to hospital and had surgery. Removed the shard. During the operation, the boy sat in the reception room and waited for the result. During the wait he thought that for some reason with Bakhtyukov there are no people close to him: wife and son. They left to rest.

Bakhtyukov before leaving for hospital asked the boy to send a telegram where he reported that he is in hospital, reassured relatives that everything is fine with him, and they may not worry.

But the skate boy was worried. He thought about the fact that if he had a father like Bakhtyukhov, he would never leave him or throw him in danger. Therefore, the boy sat through the whole operation and waited for the result.

That day, the boy was just walking to the rink, but fate brought him down to the man who called him his son. In response I wanted to call Bakhtyukov father.

The boy came to visit the sick man. The nurse told Bakhtyukov that his son had come. He was glad and thought the telegram had reached, and the real son arrived. He didn’t know that the telegram couldn’t get so fast and even more so because his son couldn’t come so soon. He calmed down, and even the pain became weaker.

And the boy with skates again went to the rink, under the mouse — skates, and in his palm — a splinter from Bakhtyukov’s chest. The boy thought of the tall, big, strong man he had been missing all his life. And if he had been his son, he would have dropped everything and raced to help. I would always be there to hear such an unfamiliar but necessary word “son” and in response to say with love: “Father…”

Let children learn more about responsiveness as the kind of human quality that has always been appreciated. It is brought up in a person gradually by parents, older relatives, teachers. And the faithful assistants in instilling this quality are books.

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