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Arkady Petrovich Gaidar
A tale about a military secret, about Boy-Kibalchish and his firm word
In those distant, distant years, when the war had just died down throughout the country, there lived and there was Malchish-Kibalchish.
At that time, the Red Army drove the white troops of the damned bourgeois far away, and it became quiet in those wide fields, in green meadows where rye grew, where buckwheat bloomed, where among the dense gardens and cherry bushes there was a house in which Malchish, nicknamed Kibalchish , yes, the father of the Malchish, and the elder brother of the Malchish, but they did not have a mother.
The father works - he mows the hay. My brother is working - carrying hay. And the Malchish himself sometimes helps his father, then his brother, or just jumps and plays with other boys.
Gop! .. Gop! .. Good! Bullets do not squeal, shells do not crash, villages do not burn. No need to lie down on the floor from bullets, no need to hide from the shells in the cellars, no need to flee from fires into the forest. There is nothing to be afraid of the bourgeoisie. There is no one to bow to the belt. Live and work - good life!
Then one day - it was in the evening - Malchish-Kibalchish came out onto the porch. He looks - the sky is clear, the wind is warm, the sun is setting behind the Black Mountains by nightfall. And everything would be good, but something is not good. The Boy hears that something is rattling, or something is knocking. The Malchish wonders that the wind does not smell like flowers from the gardens, not honey from the meadows, but the wind smells either of smoke from fires, or of gunpowder from explosions. He said to his father, but the tired father came.
What are you? - he says to the Boy. - These are distant thunderstorms thundering beyond the Black Mountains. It is shepherds who smoke fires beyond the Blue River, herds graze and cook supper. Go, Malchish, and sleep well.
Malchish left. Went to sleep. But he cannot sleep - well, he does not fall asleep in any way.
Suddenly he hears stamping on the street, knocking at the windows. Malchish-Kibalchish looked, and he saw: a horseman was standing at the window. The horse is black, the saber is light, the hat is gray, and the star is red.
Hey, get up! shouted the rider. - Trouble has come from whence they did not expect. The damned bourgeois attacked us from behind the Black Mountains. Bullets are whistling again, shells are already exploding. Our detachments are fighting the bourgeoisie, and messengers are rushing to call the distant Red Army for help.
So said these alarming words, the red-star rider and rushed away. And Malchish's father went up to the wall, took off his rifle, threw down his bag and put on a bandolier.
Well, - says the eldest son, - I sowed rye thickly - apparently, you will have to harvest a lot. Well, - he says to the Malchish, - I have lived a cool life, and it is clear that you, Malchish, will have to live peacefully for me.
So he said, kissed the Boy deeply and left. And he had no time to kiss a lot, because now everyone can see and hear how explosions are buzzing behind the meadows and dawns are burning beyond the mountains from the glow of smoky fires ...
A day goes by, two go by. The Malchish will come out onto the porch: no ... not to see the Red Army yet. The Malchish will climb onto the roof. He does not get off the roof all day. No, not to see it.
He went to bed at night. Suddenly he hears stamping on the street, knocking at the window. Malchish looked out: the same rider was standing at the window. Only the horse is thin and tired, only the saber is bent, dark, only the hat is shot through, the star is chopped, and the head is tied.
Hey, get up! shouted the rider. - It was half the trouble, but now there is trouble all around. There are a lot of bourgeois, but few of ours. In the field there were bullets in clouds, thousands of shells hitting the detachments. Hey, get up, let's help!
Then the elder brother got up, said to the Malchish:
Goodbye, Malchish ... You are left alone ... Cabbage soup in the cauldron, loaf on the table, water in the springs, and your head on your shoulders ... Live as you can, but don't wait for me.
A day goes by, two go by. The Malchish sits by the chimney on the roof, and sees the Malchish that an unfamiliar rider is galloping from afar.
The rider galloped to the Malchish, jumped off the horse and said:
Give me, good boy, some water to drink. I didn’t drink for three days, I didn’t sleep for three nights, I drove three horses. The Red Army learned about our misfortune. Trumpets sounded in all signal pipes. The drummers beat all the loud drums. The standard-bearers unfurled all the battle banners. The entire Red Army is racing and galloping to help. If only we, Malchish, hold out until tomorrow night.
The boy got down from the roof, brought him to drink. The messenger got drunk and galloped on.
Here comes evening, and the Malchish went to bed. But the boy can't sleep - well, what kind of dream is there?
Suddenly he hears footsteps on the street, rustling at the window. The Malchish looked and saw: the same man was standing at the window. The one, but not the one: and there is no horse - the horse is gone, and there is no saber - the saber is broken, and there is no hat - the hat has flown off, and it’s still standing there - staggering.
Hey, get up! he shouted for the last time. - And there are shells, but the arrows are beaten. And there are rifles, but there are few soldiers. And help is close, but there is no strength. Hey, get up, who else is left! If only we could stand the night and hold out for the day.
Malchish-Kibalchish looked into the street: an empty street. The shutters do not slam, the gates do not creak - there is no one to get up. And the fathers are gone, and the brothers are gone - no one is left.
Malchish only sees that one old grandfather of a hundred years has come out of the gate. The grandfather wanted to raise the rifle, but he was so old that he would not lift it. My grandfather wanted to fasten a saber, but he was so weak that he would not. Then the grandfather sat down on the blockage, bowed his head and began to cry.
The boy felt pain then. Then Malchish-Kibalchish jumped out into the street and shouted loudly:
Hey, you boys, boys, kids! Or should we boys only play with sticks and jump ropes? And the fathers are gone, and the brothers are gone. Or should we boys sit and wait for the bourgeoisie to come and take us to their damned bourgeoisie?
How did the little boys hear such words, how they screamed in all voices! Some run out the door, some climb out the window, some jump over the fence.
Everyone wants to go to the rescue. Only one Bad Boy wanted to join the bourgeoisie. But this Plohish was so cunning that he did not say anything to anyone, but pulled up his pants and rushed along with everyone, as if to help.
Boys fight from dark night to bright dawn. Only one Plohish does not fight, but keeps walking and looking out for how to help the bourgeoisie. And Plohish sees that there are a lot of boxes behind the hill, and hidden in those boxes are black bombs, white shells and yellow cartridges. "Hey," thought Plohish, "that's what I need."
And at this time the Chief Bourgeois asks his bourgeois:
Well, bourgeoisie, have you achieved victory?
No, Chief Bourgeois, - answer the bourgeois, - we defeated the fathers and brothers, and there was absolutely our victory, but Malchish-Kibalchish rushed to their aid, and we still can't cope with him.
The Chief Bourgeois was very surprised and angry then, and he shouted in a menacing voice:
Could it be that they did not cope with the Boy? Oh, you worthless bourgeois cowards! How can you not smash such a small one? Download quickly and don't come back without a victory.
Malchish-Kibalchish, who sacrificed himself to save many lives, is a vivid example of the thesis that courage is not a sign of an adult. A child whose childhood was passed by the whistle of bullets is not afraid to openly laugh at the enemy. After all, the Red Army is already near, and the bourgeois force has no chance to win.
History of creation
In April 1933, subscribers of the Pionerskaya Pravda newspaper read for the first time an unusual name - Malchish-Kibalchish. So the author of the story called the hero. "The Tale of the Military Secret, the Boy-Kibalchish and his firm word" caused a storm of admiration among the younger generation. Two years later, a small story became part of another work - "Military Secret".
It is curious that the year the fairy tale was written does not coincide with the year the newspaper was published. Gaidar's personal diaries confirm that the image of Malchish-Kibalchish was born in the writer's head back in 1931 and in a rather unusual place:
"Khabarovsk. August 20, 1931. Psychiatric hospital. During my life I have been to hospitals, probably eight or ten times - and yet this is the only time when I remember this - Khabarovsk, the nastiest of hospitals - without malice, because here the story about "Boy-Kibalchish" will be written unexpectedly ...
The story of the boy's courage, despite the obvious propaganda of the patriotic image, became widespread and became one of the literary monuments of the Soviet era. There is a fierce debate over whether there is a real prototype of Kibalchish or whether Gaidai described a non-existent character in the work.
The most widespread version was that the hero of the story received the image and name because of Volodya Kibalchich. Allegedly, Arkady Gaidar was friends with the revolutionary Viktor Kibalchich and spent a lot of time with his friend's son. But no version confirmation was found.
The theory received no less supporters that the character borrowed the name and some character traits from Nikolai Kibalchich, a Narodnaya Volya who participated in the murder. However, such speculation also lacks a scientific basis.
The tale of a military secret
In a small village near the Black Mountains, a boy named Malchish was born and raised. The child was nicknamed Kibalchish at an early age. The boy grew up under the supervision of his father and older brother, the child's mother apparently died long ago.
Illustration for the story "Malchish-Kibalchish" The boy's childhood fell on the time of the Civil War, so the child's memories are mainly associated with battles and battles. After the end of hostilities, the father and older brother of Kibalchish were busy with the household. The child, on the other hand, enjoyed playing with his peers.
Everything was changed by the arrival of a Red Army officer. An unknown man reported that battles had begun again near the village. Alas, the forces of the Red Army are not enough to defeat the enemy. Then the boy's father took the weapon and went to the aid of the heroes. Kibalchish stayed at home with his older brother.
"Malchish-Kibalchish" A day later, the already familiar Red Army soldier reappeared on the doorstep. The man told the villagers that the battle continues, but the Red Army officers are still not strong enough. The elder brother of Malchish went to the aid of his father and the Red Army. The boy was left alone, waiting for news from loved ones.
The next night, the officer knocked again on the window of the Malchish-Kibalchish. The hero said that the Red Army was on the way, but their detachment was defeated and there was no one else to defend the borders. The brave boy went out into the street and called on his friends and peers to go to the aid of the Red Army soldiers.
Young villagers responded to the call for help. The boys gathered a volunteer detachment and went to battle. Alas, in the heat of the battle, Malchish-Kibalchish did not notice that not everyone was loyal to the Red Army. The bad boy, who lived next door to the young hero, committed treason - the teenager set fire to ammunition. This allowed the bourgeoisie to capture the young Kibalchish prisoner.
"Malchish-Kibalchish" with a saber To find out the military secrets of the enemy, representatives of the White movement staged a brutal interrogation of Malchish. Kibalchish was tortured, but the patriot did not betray the military secret. The young hero openly admitted that the Red Army was stronger and better equipped, but did not talk about the secret moves and strategies of the Red Army.
Impressed by the courage and dedication of the village child, the bourgeoisie retreated. The Red Army won another battle. But the prolonged torture that Kibalchish underwent did not leave the child a chance. The boy was buried near his home near the Blue River. About the child's feat became known to all residents of the vast country:
“Steamers are sailing - hello to the Boy!
The pilots are flying by - hello to the Boy!
Steam locomotives are running - hello to the Boy!
And the pioneers will pass - salute the Boy! "
Screen adaptations
In 1958, the Soyuzmultfilm studio launched the production of the animated cartoon The Tale of the Boy-Kibalchish. The cartoon does not deviate from the plot of the story of the same name. The voice of the main character was entrusted to the actress.
In 1964 the full-length film "The Tale of the Boy-Kibalchish" was released. The actors of the film spent 3 months in tourist tents near the city of Sudak, where the shooting took place. The role of Malchish-Kibalchish went to Sergei Ostapenko, and embodied the image of the main antagonist.
- The monument to the young hero is located at the main entrance to the Moscow Palace of Pioneers. The author of the masterpiece is V.K. Frolov and V.S. Kubasov.
- At the time of the events described, the Malchish was 8 years old.
- Quotes from the film adaptation of the story have become catchwords. But the replicas of the Bad Boy received great popularity.
- The name "Malchish-Kibalchish" has become a household name. The same name was given to a variety of chrysanthemums, a museum and a cafe, decorated with a photo from a movie.
Quotes
Hey, you boys, boys, kids! Or should we boys only play with sticks and jump ropes?
And whenever you attack, there will be no victory for you.
I won't tell you more, bourgeois, and you yourself, damned ones, will never guess.
BOY-KIBALCHISH
MALCHISH-KIBALCHISH - the hero of the tale by A. Gaidar (A.P. Golikova), included in the story "Military Secret" (1935). The tale was first published in April 1933 in the newspaper Pioneer-. a certain truth "under the title" The Tale of the Military Boy-Kibalchish and his firm word. "
Gaidar conceives an epic tale about a little boy - M.-K., a man with the soul of a real commander, loyal to his ideals and heroically steadfast in serving them. He places this strange, according to the writer, fairy tale in the context of a story about children resting in a pioneer camp on the shore of a warm sea. In the center of the narrative is the baby Alka, who, in essence, is this M.-K. The tale of M.-K. - this is "Alkina's Tale". It is narrated by the girl Natka in a circle of pioneers, interrupting her narration from time to time: "That's right, Alka, am I telling this?" And Alka every time echoes her: "So, Natka, so."
Gaidar calls the story "Military Secret" and himself admits that there is no secret at all. This is a tale about the sacrificial feat of a warrior-boy and a story about a little boy with a pure and courageous heart, whose fate is inevitable for the author. It contains a secret that the reader himself must reveal. The image of the boy Alki was conceived by Gaidar as heroic. The inevitability of a child's death at the hands of a bandit was predetermined by the author at the very beginning of the work on the story: “It is easy for me to write this warm and good story. But no one knows how sorry I am for Alcoy. How painfully I am sorry that he dies in the youth of the book. And I can’t change anything ”(Diary, August 12, 1932).
Gaidar's artistic strength lies primarily in what S.Ya. Marshak defined as "warmth and fidelity of tone that excite the reader more than any artistic images." The deceased M.-K. “They were buried on a green hillock by the Blue River. And they put a big red flag over the grave. " In the story, Alcoy was buried on a high hill above the sea "and a large red flag was placed over the grave."
There is also an antihero in the tale: the Bad Boy is a coward and a traitor, through whose fault M.-K. dies.
Gaidar's work was engaged in a "defense" order, which demanded the romanticization of the Red Army. However, voluntarily or involuntarily, this standard social scheme is imperceptibly cracked and the pathos of the tale rises to epic generalizations, interpreting the eternal theme of the struggle between good and evil.
Even during his years of study at a real school, Gaidar was fond of reading "Kalevali" and chose "allegory" as the theme of his essay. Gaidar's own dreams, which he writes in his diary in the year of the creation of the fairy tale, are also allegorical. In the fairy tale there is an image of a horseman who has galloped three times, raising first warriors, then old men to battle with the enemy. And finally, when there was no one left, M.-K. collects kids for battle. This rider, appearing three times, can in part evoke apocalyptic associations.
The tale ends with the praise of M.-K., when passing trains, passing steamers and flying planes salute him in eternal memory of him.
Lit .: Dubrovin A. Language "Tales of military secrets" by A.P. Gaidar
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A tale about a military secret, Malchish-Kibalchish and his firm word.
- Tell, Natka, a fairy tale, - the blue-eyed girl asked and smiled apologetically.
- A fairy tale? - Natka wondered. - I don’t know fairy tales. Or not ... I'll tell you Alkin's story. Can? - she asked the alert Alki.
-Maybe, - Alka allowed, proudly looking at the quiet Octobrists.
- I will tell Alkin a fairy tale in my own words. And if I have forgotten something or say wrong, then let him correct me. Well, listen!
“In those distant, distant years, when the war had just died down throughout the country, there lived and there was Malchish-Kibalchish.
At that time, the Red Army drove the white troops of the damned bourgeois far away, and it became quiet in those wide fields, in green meadows where rye grew, where buckwheat bloomed, where among the dense gardens and cherry bushes there was a house in which Malchish, nicknamed Kibalchish , yes, the father of the Malchish, and the elder brother of the Malchish, but they did not have a mother.
The father works - he mows the hay. My brother is working - carrying hay. And the Malchish himself sometimes helps his father, then his brother, or just jumps and plays with other boys.
Gop! .. Gop! .. Good! Bullets do not squeal, shells do not crash, villages do not burn. No need to lie down on the floor from bullets, no need to hide from the shells in the cellars, no need to flee from fires into the forest. There is nothing to be afraid of the bourgeoisie. There is no one to bow to the belt. Live and work - good life!
Then one day - it was in the evening - Malchish-Kibalchish came out onto the porch. He looks - the sky is clear, the wind is warm, the sun is setting behind the Black Mountains by nightfall. And everything would be good, but something is not good. The Boy hears that something is rattling, or something is knocking. The Malchish wonders that the wind does not smell like flowers from the gardens, not honey from the meadows, but the wind smells either of smoke from fires, or of gunpowder from explosions. He said to his father, but the tired father came.
- What are you? - he says to the Boy. - These are distant thunderstorms thundering beyond the Black Mountains. It is shepherds who smoke fires beyond the Blue River, herds graze and cook supper. Go, Malchish, and sleep well.
Malchish left. Went to sleep. But he cannot sleep - well, he does not fall asleep in any way.
Suddenly he hears stamping on the street, knocking at the windows. Malchish-Kibalchish looked, and he saw: a horseman was standing at the window. The horse is black, the saber is light, the hat is gray, and the star is red.
- Hey, get up! shouted the rider. - Trouble has come from whence they did not expect. The damned bourgeois attacked us from behind the Black Mountains. Bullets are whistling again, shells are already exploding. Our detachments are fighting the bourgeoisie, and messengers are rushing to call the distant Red Army for help.
So said these alarming words, the red-star rider and rushed away. And Malchish's father went up to the wall, took off his rifle, threw down his bag and put on a bandolier.
- Well, - says the eldest son, - I sowed rye thickly - apparently, you will have to harvest a lot. Well, - he says to the Malchish, - I have lived a cool life, and it is clear that you, Malchish, will have to live peacefully for me.
So he said, kissed the Boy deeply and left. And he had no time to kiss a lot, because now everyone can see and hear how explosions are buzzing behind the meadows and dawns are burning beyond the mountains from the glow of smoky fires ... "
So I say, Alka? - Natka asked, looking around the quiet guys.
- So ... so, Natka, - Alka answered quietly and put his hand on her tanned shoulder.
- “Well ... A day goes by, two go by. The Malchish will come out onto the porch: no ... not to see the Red Army yet. The Malchish will climb onto the roof. He does not get off the roof all day. No, not to see it. He went to bed at night. Suddenly he hears stamping on the street, knocking at the window. Malchish looked out: the same rider was standing at the window. Only the horse is thin and tired, only the saber is bent, dark, only the hat is shot through, the star is chopped, and the head is tied.
- Hey, get up! shouted the rider. - It was half the trouble, but now there is trouble all around. There are many bourgeois, but few of ours. In the field there were bullets in clouds, thousands of shells hitting the detachments. Hey, get up, let's help!
Then the elder brother got up, said to the Malchish:
- Farewell, Malchish ... You are left alone ... Cabbage soup in the cauldron, loaf on the table, water in the springs, and your head on your shoulders ... Live as you can, but don't wait for me.
A day goes by, two go by. The Malchish sits by the chimney on the roof, and sees the Malchish that an unfamiliar rider is galloping from afar.
The rider galloped to the Malchish, jumped off the horse and said:
- Give me, good boy, to drink some water. I didn’t drink for three days, I didn’t sleep for three nights, I drove three horses. The Red Army learned about our misfortune. Trumpets sounded in all signal pipes. The drummers beat all the loud drums. The standard-bearers unfurled all the battle banners. The entire Red Army is racing and galloping to help. oskotkah.ru - site If only for us, Malchish, to hold out until tomorrow night.
The boy got down from the roof, brought him to drink. The messenger got drunk and galloped on.
Here comes evening, and the Malchish went to bed. But the boy can't sleep - well, what kind of dream is there?
Suddenly he hears footsteps on the street, rustling at the window. The Malchish looked and saw: the same man was standing at the window. The one, but not the one: and there is no horse - the horse is gone, and there is no saber - the saber is broken, and there is no hat - the hat has flown off, and it’s still standing there - staggering.
- Hey, get up! he shouted for the last time. - And there are shells, but the arrows are beaten. And there are rifles, but there are few soldiers. And help is close, but there is no strength. Hey, get up, who else is left! If only we could stand the night and hold out for the day.
Malchish-Kibalchish looked into the street: an empty street. The shutters do not slam, the gates do not creak - there is no one to get up. And the fathers are gone, and the brothers are gone - no one is left.
Malchish only sees that one old grandfather of a hundred years has come out of the gate. The grandfather wanted to raise the rifle, but he was so old that he would not lift it. My grandfather wanted to fasten a saber, but he was so weak that he would not. Then the grandfather sat down on the blockage, lowered his head and began to cry ...
So I say, Alka? - Natka asked to catch her breath, and looked back.
Already more than one october they listened to this fairy tale Alkina. Who knows when, silently crawled up all the pioneer Ioskino link. And even the Bashkir woman Emine, who only barely understood Russian, sat thoughtful and honest. Even the mischievous Vladik, who was lying at a distance, pretending that he was not listening, actually listened, because he was lying quietly, not talking to anyone and not hurting anyone.
So, Natka, so ... Even better than so, - answered Alka, moving closer to her.
- “Well ... An old grandfather sat down on the heap, bowed his head and began to cry.
The boy felt pain then. Then Malchish-Kibalchish jumped out into the street and shouted loudly:
- Hey, you boys, baby boys! Or should we boys only play with sticks and jump ropes? And the fathers are gone, and the brothers are gone. Or should we boys sit and wait for the bourgeoisie to come and take us to their damned bourgeoisie?
How did the little boys hear such words, how they screamed in all voices! Some run out the door, some climb out the window, some jump over the fence.
Everyone wants to go to the rescue. Only one Bad Boy wanted to join the bourgeoisie. But this Plohish was so cunning that he did not say anything to anyone, but pulled up his pants and rushed along with everyone, as if to help.
Boys fight from dark night to bright dawn. Only one Plohish does not fight, but keeps walking and looking out for how to help the bourgeoisie. And Plohish sees that there are a lot of boxes behind the hill, and hidden in those boxes are black bombs, white shells and yellow cartridges. "Hey," thought Plohish, "that's what I need."
And at this time the Chief Bourgeois asks his bourgeois:
- Well, bourgeois, have you achieved victory?
- No, Chief Bourgeois, - answer the bourgeois, - we defeated the fathers and brothers, and there was absolutely our victory, but Malchish-Kibalchish rushed to their aid, and we still can't cope with him.
The Chief Bourgeois was very surprised and angry then, and he shouted in a menacing voice:
- Could it be that they did not cope with the Malchish? Oh, you worthless bourgeois cowards! How can you not smash such a small one? Download quickly and don't come back without a victory.
Here the bourgeois sit and think: what is it to do to them? Suddenly they see: the Bad Boy crawls out from behind the bushes and straight to them.
- Rejoice! he shouts to them. - This is all I, Plohish, did. I chopped wood, I hauled hay, and I lit all the boxes with black bombs, white shells and yellow cartridges. It’s going to crash now!
Then the bourgeois were delighted, as soon as possible they enlisted the Bad Boy in their bourgeoisie and gave him a whole barrel of jam and a whole basket of cookies.
The Bad Boy sits, eats and rejoices.
Suddenly the lit boxes exploded! And so it crashed, as if thousands of thunders struck in one place and thousands of lightning flashed from one cloud.
- Treason! - shouted Malchish-Kibalchish.
- Treason! - shouted all his faithful boys.
But then, because of the smoke and fire, a bourgeois force flew in, and it grabbed and twisted the Malchish-Kibalchish.
They put the Boy in heavy chains. They put the Malchish in a stone tower. And they rushed to ask: what will the Chief Bourgeois order to do with the captured Malchish now?
The Chief Bourgeois thought for a long time, and then came up with it and said:
- We will destroy this Boy. But let him first tell us all of their War Secret. You go, bourgeois, and ask him:
- Why, Malchish, fought with the Red Army of Forty Kings and Forty Kings, fought, fought, but only broke themselves?
- Why, Malchish, are all the prisons full, and all the hard labor camps, and all the gendarmes at the corners, and all the troops on their feet, but we have no rest either on a bright day or on a dark night?
- Why, Malchish, damned Kibalchish, and in my High Bourgeoisie, and in another - the Plains Kingdom, and in the third - the Snow Kingdom, and in the fourth - the Sultry State on the same day in early spring and on the same day in late autumn on in different languages, but they sing the same songs, in different hands, but carry the same banners, speak the same speeches, think the same and do the same?
You ask, bourgeois:
- Doesn't the Red Army have a military secret, Malchish? Let him tell the secret.
- Do our workers have someone else's help? And let him tell you where the help comes from.
- Isn't there, Malchish, a secret passage from your country to all other countries, through which, as they click on you, they respond to us, as they sing here, so they pick up what they say from you, we will think about that?
The bourgeois left, but soon they returned:
- No, Chief Bourgeois, did not reveal to us the Malchish-Kibalchish of the Military Secret. He laughed in our faces.
- There is, - he says, - and a mighty secret in the strong Red Army. And whenever you attack, there will be no victory for you.
- There is, - he says, - and innumerable help, and no matter how much you throw in jail, you still don’t throw it, and you will not have peace either on a bright day or on a dark night.
- There are, - he says, - and deep secret passages. But no matter how much you search, you still won't find. And they would have found it, so do not fill it up, do not lay it down, do not fill it up. And I will tell you nothing more, you bourgeois, and you, damned people, will never guess.
The Chief Bourgeois frowned then and said:
- Make, bourgeois, this secretive Malchish-Kibalchish the most terrible Torment that there is in the world, and extort the War Secret from him, because we will have no life or peace without this important Secret.
The bourgeois left, and now they did not return soon. They walk and shake their heads.
- No, - they say, - our chief is the Chief Bourgeois. He stood pale, Malchish, but proud, and he did not tell us the Military Secret, because he had such a firm word. And when we were leaving, he sank to the floor, put his ear to the heavy stone of the cold floor, and, will you believe, O Chief Bourgeois, he smiled so that we, bourgeois, shuddered, and we were scared that he had not heard, how does our inevitable death walk along secret passages? ..
- It's not secret ... it's the Red Army galloping! - shouted enthusiastically the unbearable Octobrist Karasikov.
And he waved his hand with an imaginary saber so belligerently that the same girl who, not long ago, jumping on one leg, fearlessly teasing him "Karasik-rugasik", looked at him with displeasure and, just in case, moved away.
Here Natka interrupted the story, because the signal for dinner sounded from afar.
- Tell me, - said Alka imperiously, looking angrily into her face.
- Tell me, - Ioska said convincingly. - We will quickly line up for this.
Natka looked around: none of the children got up. She saw many, many childish heads - blond, dark, chestnut, golden-haired. Eyes were looking at her from everywhere: big, brown, like Alka's; clear, cornflower blue, like that blue-eyed that asked for a fairy tale; narrow, black, like Emine's. And many, many other eyes - usually cheerful and mischievous, but now pensive and serious.
- Okay, guys, I'll finish it.
“... And we were scared, Chief Bourgeois, that he had not heard how our inevitable death was walking along secret passages? ..
- What country is it? - Then the surprised Chief Bourgeois exclaimed. - What kind of incomprehensible country is this, in which even such kids know the Military Secret and keep their firm word so tightly? Hurry, bourgeois, and destroy this proud Boy. Load your cannons, take out your sabers, unfold our bourgeois banners, because I hear our signalmen sounding the alarm and our flailing flags. It can be seen that now we will not have an easy battle, but a difficult battle.
And Malchish-Kibalchish died ... "- Natka said.
At these unexpected words, the face of the Octobrist Karasikov suddenly became sad, confused, and he no longer waved his hand. The blue-eyed girl frowned, and Ioska's freckled face became angry, as if he had just been deceived or offended. The guys turned around, whispered, and only Alka, who already knew this tale, sat alone.
“But… did you guys see the storm? Just like the thunders, the combat weapons thundered. Fiery explosions flashed like lightning. Just like the winds, the cavalry detachments burst in, and just like clouds swept the red banners. This is how the Red Army was advancing.
Have you seen torrential thunderstorms in a dry and sultry summer? Just as the streams, running down from the dusty mountains, merged into turbulent, foamy streams, so at the first roar of war, uprisings seethed in the Mountain Bourgeoisie, and thousands of angry voices responded from the Plain Kingdom, and from the Snow Kingdom, and from the Sultry State. ...
And the defeated Chief Bourgeois fled in fear, loudly cursing this country with its amazing people, with its invincible army and with its unsolved Military Secret.
And Malchish-Kibalchish was buried on a green hillock by the Blue River. And they put a big red flag over the grave. Steamers are sailing - hello to the Boy!
The pilots are flying by - hello to the Boy!
Steam locomotives are running - hello to the Boy!
And the pioneers will pass - salute the Boy! "
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kolbasin - 02/03/2014 “And everything would be good, but something is not good. The Boy hears that something is rattling, or something is knocking. The Malchish wonders that the wind does not smell like flowers from the gardens, not honey from the meadows, but the wind smells either of smoke from fires, or of gunpowder from explosions ... ”.These words from the tale about Kibalchish, which grew into the "Military Secret", were inspired by a premonition of war with Japan. It was 1932, Arkady Gaidar lived in Khabarovsk.
Installation on the topic. Auth. Alexander Kolbin, 2014
In Khabarovsk, on Kalinin Street, there is a small stone mansion at number 86. This is the old editorial office of the Tikhookeanskaya Zvezda (TOZ) newspaper, where Gaidar worked. A small, as if surreptitiously, a bas-relief of Gaidar, an awkwardly carved memorial plaque.
The file of TOZ for 1932 contains almost two dozen feuilletons and essays signed “Ark. Gaidar ". About fishermen, logging, bureaucrats - whatever. Although he was already a "star", the author of the famous "School" ...
Having escaped from Moscow, Gaidar unexpectedly found himself in an almost front-line city - the atmosphere for him is familiar and even desirable. He again found himself at the forefront, where he strove from childhood until the last day. The Second World War could begin precisely on the eastern borders of the Union. "Militarist Japan" was just as active here as Hitlerite Germany was in Europe. The memory of the Japanese intervention was fresh in the Far East - and now Japan occupied Korea, China ...
“In recent days, Khabarovsk has been quieter.
The rumors about the possibility of war have subsided a little.
Still, it is alarming ... "
It was in 1932 that the pro-Japanese puppet state of Manchukuo arose on the territory of China adjacent to the USSR. In Vladivostok, the fortress and the navy were hastily rebuilt. Khasan will happen in 1938, Khalkhin-Gol in 1939, but the border already smelled of gunpowder. Gaidar, who had been familiar with powder smoke since adolescence, felt its smell sharper than many. On May 10, he wrote to his Perm friend Militsyn: "The wind from the Pacific Ocean is blowing very hot." On May 20, he wrote: “Over the past few days, it is calmer in Khabarovsk. The rumors about the possibility of war have subsided a little. Still, it is alarming ... ”. It is these experiences and forebodings that will form the basis of the "Military Secret".
Manchukuo propaganda poster
It was in Khabarovsk that Gaidar conceived and began to write the "military secret" on which several generations of Soviet people grew up.
August 1: “Today I am giving a telegram to Moscow that I have finished writing the book and will come back in a month. And only today I am starting to write this book ... It will be a story. And I will call it "Malchish-Kibalchish" (second option).
In the first days of August, Gaidar, after another breakdown, ended up in a psychiatric hospital on Seryshev Street. I spent about a month there. I asked my colleagues to bring notebooks - and I worked.
At the turn of the summer and autumn of 1932, Gaidar was discharged from the hospital and immediately went to Moscow. “… I will not come to Moscow the way I left. Stronger, firmer and calmer ... I am no longer afraid of Moscow, ”he wrote on the eve of his departure.
By that time, the "military secret" had already been thought out and partially written, but Gaidar was overly demanding of himself - he crossed out, dropped it, took it up again ... The story will only be completed in 1934 and will be published in 1935.
The Tale of Boy-Kibalchish is a 1964 full-length children's feature film directed by Evgeny Sherstobitov.
The Khabarovsk regional psychiatric hospital is still located on Serysheva, 33. This is an old red brick building, a stone's throw from Gaidar Street (the author of the original text is mistaken, Gaidar St. is in another place - near Gaidar Park. - Approx. by the author of the repost)... The fence is still high, although clearly of a later date. I look at the barred windows and wonder which one of them "rocked the rights" and wrote "Kibalchisha" 28-year-old Gaidar. The "violent" once stole a notebook hidden under the mattress from him on the floor - well, clean, not written ...
But back to our Malchish-Kibalchish from the psychiatric hospital. Although he was born in Khabarovsk, there is no memory of this.
And by the way, a good name for some institution is "Malchish-Kibalchish". You can also use another character (which, presumably, was in the same room with Kibalchish) - the bar "Malchish-Bad". I would go .-)
Well, no one has used the gorgeous name Gaidar Bar either.
Meanwhile, in Izhevsk:
Paintings by Oleg Sannikov Boris Busorgin, 2008
Paintings by Oleg Sannikov in the cafe-museum "Malchish Kibalchish", Izhevsk. Photo: Boris Busorgin, 2008
On May 19, 1972, on the day of the 50th anniversary of the Pioneer movement, a monument to the character was unveiled at the main entrance to the Moscow Palace of Pioneers on the Lenin Hills. The 5 m high monument, made of wrought copper and installed on a pedestal of granite slabs, depicts the Malchish, in Budenovka and barefoot, with a saber and a horn in his hands, preparing to take a step forward. The sculptor of the monument is V. K. Frolov, the architect is Vladimir Stepanovich Kubasov.
Well, and lastly, a song of Civil Defense based on the tale of Kibalchish:
Steamers are sailing - hello to the Boy!
The pilots are flying by - hello to the Boy!
Steam locomotives are running - hello to the Boy!
And Khabarovsk residents will pass ...
The main source of the text: Vasily Avchenko http://svpressa.ru/culture/article/80113/
Most of the photos: Alexander Kolbin, 2008-2014
I forgot to mention the Gaidar Children's Library. It is located in Khabarovsk at 9 Leningradsky Lane.
The Central City Children's Library named after Arkady Gaidar is one of the oldest libraries not only in the city, but also in the region.
On October 22, 1928, a children's library was created in the city, which received its first name - "In the name of the 10th anniversary of the Komsomol".
Initially, the library occupied a small space, the children were served by one librarian and the book fund of the library totaled 2000 books. The name of the children's writer Arkady Gaidar was given to the institution in 1951.
In 1958, on the occasion of the 30th anniversary of the library, the readers-activists were planted in the nursery. Lukashov's avenue of fruit trees and named after A. Gaidar.
A memorable event was the meeting in 1957 of the library's readers with the son of A.P. Gaidar - Timur Arkadievich Gaidar.
In 1978, after the formation of the city system of children's libraries, the library. A. Gaidara became the administrative and methodological center for 11 of its branches. The library fund of the system is more than 310 thousand documents, the electronic catalog - about 45 thousand records.
