The car is the story of Nicholas Nosov, loved by thousands of guys and adults. It is told about the long-standing dream of two boys. They want to ride by car. In one of the walks around the court they saw the empty car, argued what kind of brand she was, and the driver of the car soon came up. Whether the guys managed to ride by car than could turn such a walk for them, and why the boys decided to write a letter to a policeman, find out from the fairy tales. She teaches responsibility, the ability to recognize their mistakes and try to correct them.

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When we were very small with the Michemale, we really wanted to ride a car, only this did not succeed. How much we asked for chaffins, no one wanted to roll us. Once we walked in the yard. Suddenly we look - on the street, near our gate, a car stopped. The driver from the car got out and went somewhere. We ran up.

I say:

- This is "Volga".

- No, this is "Moskvich".

- You understand a lot! - I say.

- Of course, "Moskvich", "said Bear. - Look at what kind of kapor.

- What, - I say, - Kapor? This girl has a capor, and the car - the hood! You look at what body. Bear looked and says:

- Well, such a belly, like a "Muscovite".

"It's you," say, "belly, and there is no neutral to the car.

- You yourself said "Puzo".

- "Body" I said, not "belly"! Oh you! Do not understand, and we climb!

Mishka approached the car from the back and says:

- And the "Volga" is a buffer? This is a "Moskvich" - buffer.

I say:

- You would be silent better. Invented some more buffer. Buffer is a car on railway, and the car bumper. The bumper is both "Muscovite" and the "Volga".

Bear touched the bumper with his hands and says:

- You can sit on this bumper and go.

"No need," I say to him.

- Yes, you do not be afraid. Let's go a little and jump. Then came the driver and sat in the car. Mishka ran at the back, sat down on the bumper and whispers:

- Sit down soon! Sit down! I say:

- Do not!

- Go soon! Oh, you, a panty! I ran up, clung around. The car started and how he would seem!

Bear frightened and says:

- I spry! I spry!

- Do not, - I say, - break it! And he says:

- I spry! I spry!

And already began to give one leg. I looked back, and for us another car rushes. I scream:

- Do not dare! Look, now the car will ask you! People on the sidewalk stop, look at us. At the intersection, the policeman witnessed in the whistle. Bear straightened, jumped into the bridge, and his hands did not let go, the bumper holds, the legs on the ground are dragging. I was frightened, grabbed him for the collar and tall up.

The car stopped, and I'm all the trick. Bear finally climbed the bumper. Around the people gathered. I scream:

- Hold on, fool, stronger!

Everyone laughed. I saw that we stopped, and tears.

"Peer," says Mishke.

And he does not understand anything with the fright. Nasil I touched it from this bumper. Raised the policeman, the number writes. The driver from the cockpit got out - everyone pounced on it:

- You do not see that you have been doing behind? And about us forgotten. I whisper by Michemka:

- Let's go to!

We moved away into the side and run in the alley. Came running home, drove. Bears both knees to blood are rimmed and pants torn. It is he when on the pavement on the stomach rode. Got him from mom!

Then Mishka says:

- Pants are nothing, it is possible to sew, and the knees themselves will heal. I just feel sorry for me: he probably will come from for us. Did you see the police room recorded?

I say:

- It was necessary to stay and say that the driver is not to blame.

"And we will write a police letter," says Mishka.

We began to write a letter. They wrote, wrote, twenty paper spoiled, finally wrote:

"Dear Comrade Militizer! You incorrectly recorded the number. That is, you recorded the number correctly, only it is wrong that the driver is to blame. The driver is not to blame: We are to blame with a bear. We clung, but he did not know. The driver is good and goes correct. "

On the envelope wrote:

"The angle of the street of Gorky and Big Georgian, get a policeman."

Sealed a letter and threw in the box. Perhaps it will come.

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When we were very small with the Michemale, we really wanted to ride a car, only this did not succeed. How much we asked for chaffins, no one wanted to roll us. Once we walked in the yard. Suddenly we look - on the street, near our gate, a car stopped. The driver from the car got out and went somewhere. We ran up. I say:

This is "Volga".

No, it is "Moskvich".

Many you understand! - I say.

Of course, "Moskvich," says Mishka. - Look at what kind of kapor.

What, - I say, - Capor? This girl has a capor, and the car - the hood! You look at what body. Bear looked and says:

Well, such a belly, like a "Muscovite".

It's you, "I say," belly, and there is no neutral to the car.

You yourself told Puzo.

- "Body" I said, not "belly"! Oh you! Do not understand, and we climb!

Mishka approached the car from the back and says:

And the "Volga" is the buffer? This is a "Moskvich" - buffer.

I say:

You would be better silent. Invented some more buffer. The buffer is a car on the railway, and the car has a bumper. The bumper is both "Muscovite" and the "Volga".

Bear touched the bumper with his hands and says:

You can sit on this bumper and go.

Do not, - I say to him.

Yes, you do not be afraid. Let's go a little and jump. Then came the driver and sat in the car. Mishka ran at the back, sat down on the bumper and whispers:

Sit down! Sit down! I say:

Do not!

Go soon! Oh, you, a panty! I ran up, clung around. The car started and how he would seem!

Bear frightened and says:

I spry! I spry!

Do not, - I say, - break it! And he says:

I spry! I spry!

And already began to give one leg. I looked back, and for us another car rushes. I scream:

Do not dare! Look, now the car will ask you! People on the sidewalk stop, look at us. At the intersection, the policeman witnessed in the whistle. Bear straightened, jumped into the bridge, and his hands did not let go, the bumper holds, the legs on the ground are dragging. I was frightened, grabbed him for the collar and tall up. The car stopped, and I'm all the trick. Bear finally climbed the bumper. Around the people gathered. I scream:

Hold on, fool, stronger!

Everyone laughed. I am

When we were very small with the Michemale, we really wanted to ride a car, only this did not succeed. How much we asked for chaffins, no one wanted to roll us. Once we walked in the yard. Suddenly we look - on the street, near our gate, a car stopped. The driver from the car got out and went somewhere. We ran up. I say:

- This is "Volga".

- No, this is "Moskvich".

- You understand a lot! - I say.

- Of course, "Moskvich", "said Bear. - Look at what kind of kapor.

- What, - I say, - Kapor? This girl has a capor, and the car - the hood! You look at what body. Bear looked and says:

- Well, such a belly, like a "Muscovite".

"It's you," say, "belly, and there is no neutral to the car.

- You yourself said "Puzo".

- "Body" I said, not "belly"! Oh you! Do not understand, and we climb!

Mishka approached the car from the back and says:

- And the "Volga" is a buffer? This is a "Moskvich" - buffer.

I say:

- You would be silent better. Invented some more buffer. The buffer is a car on the railway, and the car has a bumper. The bumper is both "Muscovite" and the "Volga".

Bear touched the bumper with his hands and says:

- You can sit on this bumper and go.

"No need," I say to him.

- Yes, you do not be afraid. Let's go a little and jump. Then came the driver and sat in the car. Mishka ran at the back, sat down on the bumper and whispers:

- Sit down soon! Sit down! I say:

- Do not!

- Go soon! Oh, you, a panty! I ran up, clung around. The car started and how he would seem!

Bear frightened and says:

- I spry! I spry!

- Do not, - I say, - break it! And he says:

- I spry! I spry!

And already began to give one leg. I looked back, and for us another car rushes. I scream:

- Do not dare! Look, now the car will ask you! People on the sidewalk stop, look at us. At the intersection, the policeman witnessed in the whistle. Bear straightened, jumped into the bridge, and his hands did not let go, the bumper holds, the legs on the ground are dragging. I was frightened, grabbed him for the collar and tall up. The car stopped, and I'm all the trick. Bear finally climbed the bumper. Around the people gathered. I scream:

- Hold on, fool, stronger!

Everyone laughed. I saw that we stopped, and tears.

"Peer," says Mishke.

And he does not understand anything with the fright. Nasil I touched it from this bumper. Raised the policeman, the number writes. The driver from the cockpit got out - everyone pounced on it:

- You do not see that you have been doing behind? And about us forgotten. I whisper by Michemka:

- Let's go to!

We moved away into the side and run in the alley. Came running home, drove. Bears both knees to blood are rimmed and pants torn. It is he when on the pavement on the stomach rode. Got him from mom!

Then Mishka says:

- Pants are nothing, it is possible to sew, and the knees themselves will heal. I just feel sorry for me: he probably will come from for us. Did you see the police room recorded?

I say:

- It was necessary to stay and say that the driver is not to blame.

"And we will write a police letter," says Mishka.

We began to write a letter. They wrote, wrote, twenty paper spoiled, finally wrote:

"Dear Comrade Militizer! You incorrectly recorded the number. That is, you recorded the number correctly, only it is wrong that the driver is to blame. The driver is not to blame: We are to blame with a bear. We clung, but he did not know. The driver is good and goes correct. "

On the envelope wrote:

"The angle of the street of Gorky and Big Georgian, get a policeman."

Sealed a letter and threw in the box. Perhaps it will come.

When we were very small with the Michemale, we really wanted to ride a car, only this did not succeed. How much we asked for chaffins, no one wanted to roll us. Once we walked in the yard. Suddenly we look - on the street, near our gate, a car stopped. The driver from the car got out and went somewhere. We ran up. I say:

This is "Volga".

No, it is "Moskvich".

Many you understand! - I say.

Of course, "Moskvich," says Mishka. - Look at what kind of kapor.

What, - I say, - Capor? This girl has a capor, and the car - the hood! You look at what body. Bear looked and says:

Well, such a belly, like a "Muscovite".

It's you, "I say," belly, and there is no neutral to the car.

You yourself told Puzo.

- "Body" I said, not "belly"! Oh you! Do not understand, and we climb!

Mishka approached the car from the back and says:

And the "Volga" is the buffer? This is a "Moskvich" - buffer.

I say:

You would be better silent. Invented some more buffer. The buffer is a car on the railway, and the car has a bumper. The bumper is both "Muscovite" and the "Volga".

Bear touched the bumper with his hands and says:

You can sit on this bumper and go.

Do not, - I say to him.

Yes, you do not be afraid. Let's go a little and jump. Then came the driver and sat in the car. Mishka ran at the back, sat down on the bumper and whispers:

Sit down! Sit down! I say:

Do not!

Go soon! Oh, you, a panty! I ran up, clung around. The car started and how he would seem!

Bear frightened and says:

I spry! I spry!

Do not, - I say, - break it! And he says:

I spry! I spry!

And already began to give one leg. I looked back, and for us another car rushes. I scream:

Do not dare! Look, now the car will ask you! People on the sidewalk stop, look at us. At the intersection, the policeman witnessed in the whistle. Bear straightened, jumped into the bridge, and his hands did not let go, the bumper holds, the legs on the ground are dragging. I was frightened, grabbed him for the collar and tall up. The car stopped, and I'm all the trick. Bear finally climbed the bumper. Around the people gathered. I scream:

Hold on, fool, stronger!

Everyone laughed. I saw that we stopped, and tears.

Peel, - I say to Mishke.

And he does not understand anything with the fright. Nasil I touched it from this bumper. Raised the policeman, the number writes. The driver from the cockpit got out - everyone pounced on it:

Do not you see that you have from behind? And about us forgotten. I whisper by Michemka:

Let's go to!

We moved away into the side and run in the alley. Came running home, drove. Bears both knees to blood are rimmed and pants torn. It is he when on the pavement on the stomach rode. Got him from mom!

Then Mishka says:

Pants are nothing, it is possible to sew, and the knees themselves will heal. I just feel sorry for me: he probably will come from for us. Did you see the police room recorded?

I say:

It was necessary to stay and say that the driver is not to blame.

And we will write a letter to a policeman, "says Mishka.

We began to write a letter. They wrote, wrote, sheets twenty paper spoiled, finally wrote:

"Dear Comrade Militizer! You incorrectly recorded the number. That is, you recorded the number correctly, only it is wrong that the driver is to blame. The driver is not to blame: We are to blame with a bear. We clung, but he did not know. The driver is good and goes correct. "

On the envelope wrote:

"The angle of the street of Gorky and Big Georgian, get a policeman."

Sealed a letter and threw in the box. Perhaps it will come.

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When we were very small with the Michemale, we really wanted to ride a car, only this did not succeed. How much we asked for chaffins, no one wanted to roll us. Once we walked in the yard. Suddenly we look - on the street, near our gate, a car stopped. The driver from the car got out and went somewhere. We ran up. I say:

This is a Volga.

No, it's Muscovite.

Many you understand! - I say.

Of course, Muscovite, "says Bear. - Look at what kind of kapor.

What, - I say, - Capor? This girl has a capor capor, and the car has a hood! You look at what body. Bear looked and says:

Well, such a belly, like a Muscovite.

It's you, "I say," belly, and there is no neutral to the car.

You told the belly myself.

I said the body, and not a belly! Oh you! Do not understand, and we climb!

Mishka approached the car from the back and says:

Does the Volga have a buffer? This is a Muscovite - a buffer.

I say:

You would be better silent. Invented some more buffer. The buffer is a car on the railway, and the car has a bumper. The bumper is Muscovite and the Volga.

Bear touched the bumper with his hands and says:

You can sit on this bumper and go.

Do not, - I say to him.

Yes, you do not be afraid. Let's go a little and jump. Then came the driver and sat in the car. Mishka ran at the back, sat down on the bumper and whispers:

Sit down! Sit down!

I say:

Do not!

Go soon! Oh, you, a panty! I ran up, clung around. The car started and how he would seem!

Bear frightened and says:

I spry! I spry!

Do not, - I say, - break it! And he says:

I spry! I spry!

And already began to give one leg. I looked back, and for us another car rushes. I scream:

Do not dare! Look, now the car will ask you!

People on the sidewalk stop, look at us. At the intersection, the policeman witnessed in the whistle. Bear straightened, jumped into the bridge, and his hands did not let go, the bumper holds, the legs on the ground are dragging. I was frightened, grabbed him for the collar and tall up. The car stopped, and I'm all the trick. Bear finally climbed the bumper. Around the people gathered. I scream:

Hold on, fool, stronger!

Everyone laughed. I saw that we stopped, and tears.

Peel, - I say to Mishke.

And he does not understand anything with the fright. Nasil I touched it from this bumper. Raised the policeman, the number writes. The driver from the cockpit got out - everyone pounced on it:

Do not you see that you have from behind?

And about us forgotten. I whisper by Michemka:

We moved away into the side and run in the alley. Came running home, drove. Bears both knees to blood are rimmed and pants torn. It is he when on the pavement on the stomach rode. Got him from mom!

Then Mishka says:

Pants are nothing, it is possible to sew, and the knees themselves will heal. I just feel sorry for me: he probably will come from for us. Did you see the police room recorded?

I say:

It was necessary to stay and say that the driver is not to blame.

And we will write a letter to a policeman, "says Mishka.

We began to write a letter. They wrote, wrote, sheets twenty paper spoiled, finally wrote:

"Dear Comrade Militizer! You incorrectly recorded the number. That is, you recorded the number correctly, only it is wrong that the driver is to blame. The driver is not to blame: We are to blame with a bear. We clung, but he did not know. The driver is good and goes correct. "

On the envelope wrote:

"The angle of the street of Gorky and Big Georgian, get a policeman."

Sealed a letter and threw in the box. Perhaps it will come.