My Big Family. A Day of Tots

My Big Family. A Day of Tots
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Знакомьтесь! Петя, Вика, Катя, Алена, Саша, Костя, Рита и, конечно, мама и папа! А еще три собаки, одна кошка, ручные крысы, красноухая черепаха, голуби… Вся эта большая семья живет в небольшом приморском городке, и жизнь ее напоминает веселую чехарду из приключений. Например, к Алене каждую ночь прилетает дракон, Саша все время что-то изобретает, старший Петя проспорил уже целых два миллиарда рублей двухлетней Рите, Вика обожает лошадей и поэтому научилась скакать галопом, как лошадь, Костя чемпион по боданию, Катя знает все на свете и всегда готова дать совет, а все вместе они пытаются вырыть тоннель до центра Земли!

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In blessed memory of my father, Alexander Ivanovich

In a small seaside town there lives a large family, the Gavrilovs, who moved here from a tight Moscow apartment. The family has seven children and a lot of all kinds of animals: pigeons, the turtle Mafia, fish, Japanese mice, rats led by the chief rat Schwartz, parrots, a guinea pig, cats and dogs! And, needless to say, different funny stories always come with this family!

Chapter One

The Silver Sun

Children, for some reason, do not choose their life program by what we teach them and what we say aloud, but by the unspoken, often carefully concealed, which is the essence of our nature and what we ourselves, perhaps, are not proud of at all.

Just a thought

Papa Gavrilov walked along the seashore and dragged behind him a stroller, in which sat Alex, Rita, and Costa. Exactly behind, not in front. It would not roll in front at all. Papa already regretted about ten times that they had even brought the stroller. It would have been more convenient to carry the toddlers on his shoulders. The wheels got bogged down deeply in the sand, and in addition, the sand was covered with a layer of dried algae thick as a hand. Sometimes on the beach they came across people with large bags collecting dry seaweed to insulate walls and ceilings and loading them onto bicycles.



Costa was whining in the stroller. He had a strong attachment to old clothes and suffered any changes acutely. Here Mama had put a new lined knit cap on him, because the cap with earflaps was too cold for the sea. And then all the way Costa repeated, «My caaaap!» and further on in circles.

Behind Papa, stretched along the shore like a chain, trudged Mama, Peter, Vicky, Alena, and Kate – all freezing and with raised collars. Their neighbours Andrew and Seraphim, tagging along for company, dragged on last.



Andrew, having scratched his little finger when they climbed over the fence, was suffering and kept repeating, «I told you! I did! And now that's it! That's it!» In this case, what exactly he was saying and what exactly this «that's it» consisted of remained off screen. But Seraphim, both of whose legs were wet above the knees because he had gone into the sea, did not complain and appeared quite satisfied with life.

In general, Seraphim was very funny. Besides being constantly lost, he still said «hello,» «thank you,» and «goodbye» all the time. Even if he was just leaving for the next room, he inevitably said «goodbye.» And when he returned, he said «hello!» And this was awfully amusing: you go to the house and everywhere you meet Seraphim greeting you, looking out from anywhere, all but the closets.

There was nowhere to escape from the beach. From the paved alley stretching along the sea, they were separated by a high sand rampart that was swept to the fence by a tractor so that winter storms would not carry sand away from the beach to the sea. To the nearest gate there still remained about three hundred metres – a huge distance for an overloaded stroller. Papa Gavrilov pulled it, imagining himself a horse and the stroller a plough.

Suddenly the stroller became really heavy. Papa turned around and discovered that Peter had quietly pulled Alex, Rita, and Costa out of it and sat in the stroller himself.

«Scram! The wheels will break! You're too heavy!» Papa was outraged.

«They're sturdy.»

«The old one broke!»

«I didn't break the old one. Mama did!» Peter stated.

Mama was embarrassed. Peter was partly right. The last stroller broke because when Peter sat in it like so, Mama sat him down on his knees to show that this should not be done and he was not little. The stroller did not know that Mama's objective was pedagogic and grunted.

Alex, Costa, and Rita, unloaded onto the sand, were busy in their own business. Rita began to sit her dolls, of which she had three, down on the wet sand. They were called General's Wife, Italian, and Lorelei. Rita could not pronounce the word «Lorelei» and also regularly mixed up the rest of the names. The dolls looked in bad shape. Lorelei had lost its hair, and Alex had filled Italian's head with kefir through a hole and left it in the freezer overnight to check what would happen, but the doll did not look any prettier.

At that moment, Alex was roaming along the beach and finding discarded lighters. He came across some of them with gas and they burst when hit with a stone. Incidentally, a question excited Alex: when he is old like a grandfather, will he be able to buy as many matches as he wants?

«Certainly!» Mama said and, leaning over, deftly took out of Alex's pocket a box, which he had already stolen from somewhere, probably hoarding for old age.

Rita began to whine that she wanted to drink, «Driiink! Driiink!»

Mama took out a bottle of water.

«Not that water!» Rita quickly said. She already saw in the distance the red roof of the store and weighed all options.

«Ha-ha! You're our dehydrated one!» Peter said in a deep voice from the stroller. «You mustn't want to drink in December!»

Rita stared at him suspiciously and began to slowly open her mouth while closing her eyes.



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