Petrovich was born in Tyumen in 1938, into a family of teachers. From an early age, he discovered in himself the ability to create entertaining stories and tell them in a circle of peers. The future writer began to create literary works when he studied at the university at the Faculty of Journalism. The first critic and reader of this author was his mother.
In this article we will present one of the works of Vladislav Petrovich Krapivin, its summary. "Children of the Blue Flamingo" is a novel, part of the "Flying Tales" cycle, created by the author in 1980. We will talk about it.
The main works of the author
Vladislav Petrovich appeared in 1962. It was called “The Orion Flight.” Two years later, in 1964, this author became one of the members of the USSR Writers' Union.
The first stories of Vladislav Petrovich Krapivin appeared in the 60s of the last century. Their main characters are knights and dreamers, older brothers, kind, sincere, sympathetic. In the 70s and 80s, Krapivin pushes the boundaries of the world of reality, turning to fairy tales and fantasy. "Children of the Blue Flamingo" is a fairy tale. Let's note its main features.
"Children of the Blue Flamingo": what is this story about
The work "Children of the Blue Flamingo" is a social tragedy, a philosophical parable, a dystopia, a grotesque book ... This work is about 130 pages long. The main question raised in the work is the following: "How can you defeat a terrible monster that holds in fear all the inhabitants of a certain island, which is at the same time the law of existence?" Fear is the primary foundation of our entire life. We are born with him, all human existence passes in fear. He has a variety of names, from "global warming" to "terrorism".
Fear in the heart of man
In order for materialized fear to live as long as possible in the heart of a person, one should as often as possible pull out a symbol for all to see, like a scarecrow: again, a village in Micronesia was washed away, and the house was blown up again by an "alkaida" ... Residents should be constantly afraid.
How to erase the Lizard from human hearts? This book is about how monsters some of the people turn out to be. And for others it is so simple and easy to obey, to look at their feet, and not at the sky.
The octopus keeps the "balance of order" not only in public, but also in the private life of the islanders. He is an instrument of intimidation. The motive of fear in this tale has two plans: it is the fear of physical destruction, punishment provoked by the existence of the terrible Lizard, but at the same time it is also the fear of becoming free at last. Living in a confined space, the islanders are deprived of the fearlessness inherent in youth. The message is clear to them: children should be kept in eternal fear.
Summary. "Children of the Blue Flamingo": the beginning of the story
After playing with his friends, the main character returns home to his grandmother, as his parents are on a business trip. A man comes up to him on the way, who talks about one island, invisible, not marked on any map of the world. It is supposedly ruled by a terrible Lizard. The hero offers to go with him to the island in order to fight the villain and free the local population.
Zhenya Ushakov goes to the island
We continue to describe the summary. "Children of the Blue Flamingo" is a story that will appeal to almost all readers. Zhenya Ushakov (that was the name of the boy) agrees and sails to the island with a stranger named Ktor Echo. It turns out that the Lizard is a huge robot, which is made in the form of an octopus. Zhenya runs away, but he is caught, tried and is about to be executed.
Suddenly, the boy is rescued by one blue bird, which he helped to save his chick while fleeing from the monster. She takes Zhenya to the old fortress, where several other children are hiding. It turns out that there are no girls and boys on the island, as the kids immediately become adults. Only in the fortress lives one young man named Doug.
Zhenya meets Yulka
We continue to describe the summary. "Children of the Blue Flamingo" continues such events. The soldiers discover the children's hideout. These are the servants of the Lizard who want to capture them, but the children manage to fly away with the help of the same bird. Only Doug is killed, and then the Bluebird who saved them also perishes. Zhenya in the fortress recognizes among the other children the boy Yulka, whom he knew in the real world. Everyone thought about him that the boy had drowned. In the story "Children of the Blue Flamingo" these heroes became friends. After the boys escaped from the fortress, they managed to find the remote control that controls the Lizard and kill this monster.
The boys find out who Ktor Echo is
After that, they are going to kill also Tahomir Tycho, the ruler of the island. It turns out that Ktor Echo and Tahomir are the same person who invites the boys to fly away from here in a balloon. At the last moment, Yulka changed his mind and made Zhenya fly away by cunning. In our world, after a certain time, he was found by another Bluebird, which was a chick of the deceased.
The work that Krapivin created continues. "Children of the Blue Flamingo" further narrates about such events. With the help of this bird, Zhenya's new friend Tolik, together with the main character, returns to the island in order to fight the ruler and servants of the Lizard. They succeed, and they all go home together, where Yulka sees her parents who have aged prematurely from grief.
This concludes the events of the work that Krapivin created. "Children of the Blue Flamingo" has an optimistic ending, and this is no coincidence. As in any fairy tale, good will certainly triumph over evil. The author also believed that the works should teach cooperation and friendship between adults and children.
"The Legend of the Island of Dvid"
In 2010, the story "Children of the Blue Flamingo" was filmed. A film called "The Legend of the Island of Dvid" was shot based on it. The author himself, however, was skeptical about this picture, criticizing a number of key points in the film.
We told you about the story "Children of the Blue Flamingo". Its content is really very interesting, so we recommend that everyone read this work by Vladislav Petrovich Krapivin.
A shadow is circling above me again.
For the third day in a row ...
No, don't think that this is bad! It is wonderful! So Bird found me. So she's grown!
But the chick could not grow on its own, someone had to feed him. And no one, except for the two of us - me and the Kid, knew where the nest was. Unless the Hermit ... No. A hermit would not care for a chick. After all, he tried to "do no harm or good to anyone."
So the Kid is alive!
Why didn't he come back with Bird? Do not know. I don't know anything yet, but I will soon find out everything. I've already decided. Only I need a dagger again. The same as I got on that day, in August ...
Wooden dagger
We played war that evening. Not in modern war, where there is smoke and roar, but in knights. We had wooden swords and plywood shields. On the shields, everyone drew some sign - his knightly coat of arms. I had a deer. The same as on my jersey. I just couldn't think of anything and copied this deer from a T-shirt. And it turned out great - as if I really had my own coat of arms: on the shield and on my clothes ...
Our army had five people, and the opponents had six. Therefore, we agreed that we would hide in ambushes, and they would look for us: those who are hiding always have an advantage.
At the signal, we scattered. I immediately rushed to the "gorge". This is a passage overgrown with burdocks between the blank wall of a two-story house and a high barn. I knew that very soon the opponents would run through the “gorge” to the neighboring square to look for us in the yellow acacia bushes.
There was nowhere to hide in the passage: we trampled the burdocks in order. But a thick pole was sticking out from under the roof of the shed, I had noticed it long ago. I threw my shield behind my back, and put the sword under the elastic on the shorts - so that the blade came out of the leg and began to climb.
The logs from which the shed was built were dry with old age, cracks in them blackened. They helped me to cling. Slippery sandals tore off, a splinter sword clawed at my leg, but still I made it to the pole. He grabbed hold of it and hung.
My muscles are not very strong, I do not know how to pull up. But my fingers and hands are strong - that's how I was born. I can twirl the sword for a long, long time during a fight, and if I grab onto something, I can hang at least all day. Well, not a day, but, say, half an hour.
So, I hung up and began to wait for the knights of a foreign army.
Soon they appeared. Three of us. Bending down, they walked in single file and, of course, did not look up. When the leader was almost below me, I unclenched my fingers.
That's really, really - like a snow on your head!
It was three meters from my sandals to the ground, but the crumpled burdocks softened the shock. Opponents did not even have time to come to their senses: fuck, fuck! - I struck one two blows. Fuck, fuck - another!
We have always played fair, without unnecessary controversy. He got two blows, which means he was killed. Both knights pouted, but stepped aside. But the third, not yet hit by my sword, raised his shield and rushed to the attack.
His name was Tolik. He was from another block and rarely played with us. Only when we got carried away with knightly battles, he began to come every day. Earlier it seemed to me that he was weak, but now I understand what kind of fighter he is. He was smaller than me, but fast and so brave. In addition, he apparently got angry and decided to avenge two of his companions.
Wow, how his dark eyes glittered in combat over the upper edge of the shield! And on the shield were crossed arrows and an orange sun blazed.
He tightly sat on me, and I retreated to the exit from the "gorge". But then Stepka Shuvalov rushed to my aid from the yard. He is not a very clever swordsman, but he is big and heavy, like a real knight in armor. Together, we immediately pushed Tolik to the other end of the passage, to the ravine that stretches along the vegetable gardens. Tolik retreated to the very edge and fought back with all his might. But what could he do against the two of us?
- Give up, - said Styopka.
Our enemy only glared from behind the shield. And he swung his sword even more ...
Our ravine is shallow, but by August it is overgrown to the brim with dark, furious, like a thousand vipers, nettles, and falling into it is like boiling water. And Tolik was already on the edge. He, apparently, was very tired: he even breathed with a sob. And I - well, I took a step to the side and lowered my sword.
Tolik froze for a moment. Then he jumped between me and Styopka and ran away a few steps.
Styopka stared at me dumbfounded:
- What are you doing?
- Nothing ... He could have broken.
- So what? Would give up.
“He won't give up,” I said.
- Well, then I would fly!
- Would you fly? Try it yourself! Do you think it's nice?
- Well, so why ... - Styopka said a little perplexedly. - It's a war ...
“The war must be fair.
Styopka puffed heavily. He was not angry, only he was slow to think. And when he didn't understand something, he began to sniff like that. Finally he muttered:
- Just think ... He's in long pants and a jacket. Well, I would have fallen ...
- What a bastard! And the hands? And the face?
As if very close I saw Tolkino's tanned face with white blisters from evil bites. I even shuddered. I can't stand it if someone is in pain. Especially so ... offensive. And most importantly, for what? For fighting so bravely?
I looked back at Tolik. He didn't run away. Standing with a sword at the ready. He didn't want to leave the fight!
Suddenly he dropped his sword. And his face changed: he saw something away from us.
I looked in the same direction. A man and a woman walked slowly along the wooden sidewalk along the ravine. I recognized them.
And the clear evening immediately became sad and anxious.
These were the parents of a boy who drowned earlier this summer. His name was Yulka. Yulka Garanin. He was then, like me, eleven years old. I did not know him: he moved from somewhere to our street in May, and in early June he went to swim on the lake and never returned.
His bike and clothes were found on the shore. And he himself was not found. And they probably won't find it anymore: there are deaf bottomless pools in our lake. It is generally better not to swim there alone ...
They say that his father and mother immediately grew old after that. I don’t know, I hadn’t met them before Yulka’s death. But when I saw it for the first time, they really seemed very old. And somehow ... hunched over, or something ...
They always walked together. It used to be that they walk past us, then stop on the sidelines and silently watch us play. We lost all fun at once. We felt as if we were to blame for them. Then they seemed to come to their senses and hurriedly left. But the old mood did not return to us immediately.
And now I didn't want to play. Tolik, apparently, too. And even Styopka.
I went up to Tolik and said:
- Draw. Okay?
He nodded. He was thinking about something of his own.
I started thinking about mom and dad. This afternoon they left for Moscow for a whole week, to see my father's sister, Aunt Vera. Nothing special, they left before, but I stayed with my grandmother. But now I felt sad and somehow uncomfortable. I thought that it was too late, I had to go to my grandmother, otherwise I would not get to her before dark ...
At this time, an empty bucket thundered in the distance - a signal for the gathering of both knightly armies.
- Stepan! I called. - Tell ours that I don't play anymore today. I have to go.
I ought to run home: leave my weapon and grab my jacket. But I was terribly reluctant to enter an empty, silent apartment. I took my sword and shield under my arm and walked to the bus stop.
I had already walked two blocks when I suddenly heard:
Tolik was catching up with me. He somehow hesitantly caught up. As if I was afraid that I would not want to wait for him. I stopped. He even stepped towards him. He came up, looked at his dusty sneakers and said:
- And I see you are going in the same direction ... We are on the way. Aren't you home?
I was glad that he caught up with me. And quickly explained that I was going to see my grandmother in Ryabinovka. This is a village on the shore of a lake, seven kilometers from the city.
Vladislav Krapivin
Blue flamingo kids
A shadow is circling above me again.
For the third day in a row ...
No, don't think that this is bad! It is wonderful! So Bird found me. So she's grown!
But the chick could not grow on its own, someone had to feed him. And no one, except for the two of us - me and the Kid, knew where the nest was. Unless the Hermit ... No. A hermit would not care for a chick. After all, he tried to "do no harm or good to anyone."
So the Kid is alive!
Why didn't he come back with Bird? Do not know. I don't know anything yet, but I will soon find out everything. I've already decided. Only I need a dagger again. The same as I got on that day, in August ...
Wooden dagger
We played war that evening. Not in modern war, where there is smoke and roar, but in knights. We had wooden swords and plywood shields. On the shields, everyone drew some sign - his knightly coat of arms. I had a deer. The same as on my jersey. I just couldn't think of anything and copied this deer from a T-shirt. And it turned out great - as if I really had my own coat of arms: on the shield and on my clothes ...
Our army had five people, and the opponents had six. Therefore, we agreed that we would hide in ambushes, and they would look for us: those who are hiding always have an advantage.
At the signal, we scattered. I immediately rushed to the "gorge". This is a passage overgrown with burdocks between the blank wall of a two-story house and a high barn. I knew that very soon the opponents would run through the “gorge” to the neighboring square to look for us in the yellow acacia bushes.
There was nowhere to hide in the passage: we trampled the burdocks in order. But a thick pole was sticking out from under the roof of the shed, I had noticed it long ago. I threw my shield behind my back, and put the sword under the elastic on the shorts - so that the blade came out of the leg and began to climb.
The logs from which the shed was built were dry with old age, cracks in them blackened. They helped me to cling. Slippery sandals tore off, a splinter sword clawed at my leg, but still I made it to the pole. He grabbed hold of it and hung.
My muscles are not very strong, I do not know how to pull up. But my fingers and hands are strong - that's how I was born. I can twirl the sword for a long, long time during a fight, and if I grab onto something, I can hang at least all day. Well, not a day, but, say, half an hour.
So, I hung up and began to wait for the knights of a foreign army.
Soon they appeared. Three of us. Bending down, they walked in single file and, of course, did not look up. When the leader was almost below me, I unclenched my fingers.
That's really, really - like a snow on your head!
It was three meters from my sandals to the ground, but the crumpled burdocks softened the shock. Opponents did not even have time to come to their senses: fuck, fuck! - I struck one two blows. Fuck, fuck - another!
We have always played fair, without unnecessary controversy. He got two blows, which means he was killed. Both knights pouted, but stepped aside. But the third, not yet hit by my sword, raised his shield and rushed to the attack.
His name was Tolik. He was from another block and rarely played with us. Only when we got carried away with knightly battles, he began to come every day. Earlier it seemed to me that he was weak, but now I understand what kind of fighter he is. He was smaller than me, but fast and so brave. In addition, he apparently got angry and decided to avenge two of his companions.
Wow, how his dark eyes glittered in combat over the upper edge of the shield! And on the shield were crossed arrows and an orange sun blazed.
He tightly sat on me, and I retreated to the exit from the "gorge". But then Stepka Shuvalov rushed to my aid from the yard. He is not a very clever swordsman, but he is big and heavy, like a real knight in armor. Together, we immediately pushed Tolik to the other end of the passage, to the ravine that stretches along the vegetable gardens. Tolik retreated to the very edge and fought back with all his might. But what could he do against the two of us?
- Give up, - said Styopka.
Our enemy only glared from behind the shield. And he swung his sword even more ...
Our ravine is shallow, but by August it is overgrown to the brim with dark, furious, like a thousand vipers, nettles, and falling into it is like boiling water. And Tolik was already on the edge. He, apparently, was very tired: he even breathed with a sob. And I - well, I took a step to the side and lowered my sword.
Tolik froze for a moment. Then he jumped between me and Styopka and ran away a few steps.
Styopka stared at me dumbfounded:
- What are you doing?
- Nothing ... He could have broken.
- So what? Would give up.
“He won't give up,” I said.
- Well, then I would fly!
- Would you fly? Try it yourself! Do you think it's nice?
- Well, so why ... - Styopka said a little perplexedly. - It's a war ...
“The war must be fair.
Styopka puffed heavily. He was not angry, only he was slow to think. And when he didn't understand something, he began to sniff like that. Finally he muttered:
- Just think ... He's in long pants and a jacket. Well, I would have fallen ...
- What a bastard! And the hands? And the face?
As if very close I saw Tolkino's tanned face with white blisters from evil bites. I even shuddered. I can't stand it if someone is in pain. Especially so ... offensive. And most importantly, for what? For fighting so bravely?
I looked back at Tolik. He didn't run away. Standing with a sword at the ready. He didn't want to leave the fight!
Suddenly he dropped his sword. And his face changed: he saw something away from us.
I looked in the same direction. A man and a woman walked slowly along the wooden sidewalk along the ravine. I recognized them.
And the clear evening immediately became sad and anxious.
These were the parents of a boy who drowned earlier this summer. His name was Yulka. Yulka Garanin. He was then, like me, eleven years old. I did not know him: he moved from somewhere to our street in May, and in early June he went to swim on the lake and never returned.
His bike and clothes were found on the shore. And he himself was not found. And they probably won't find it anymore: there are deaf bottomless pools in our lake. It is generally better not to swim there alone ...
They say that his father and mother immediately grew old after that. I don’t know, I hadn’t met them before Yulka’s death. But when I saw it for the first time, they really seemed very old. And somehow ... hunched over, or something ...
They always walked together. It used to be that they walk past us, then stop on the sidelines and silently watch us play. We lost all fun at once. We felt as if we were to blame for them. Then they seemed to come to their senses and hurriedly left. But the old mood did not return to us immediately.
And now I didn't want to play. Tolik, apparently, too. And even Styopka.
I went up to Tolik and said:
- Draw. Okay?
He nodded. He was thinking about something of his own.
I started thinking about mom and dad. This afternoon they left for Moscow for a whole week, to see my father's sister, Aunt Vera. Nothing special, they left before, but I stayed with my grandmother. But now I felt sad and somehow uncomfortable. I thought that it was too late, I had to go to my grandmother, otherwise I would not get to her before dark ...
At this time, an empty bucket thundered in the distance - a signal for the gathering of both knightly armies.
- Stepan! I called. - Tell ours that I don't play anymore today. I have to go.
I ought to run home: leave my weapon and grab my jacket. But I was terribly reluctant to enter an empty, silent apartment. I took my sword and shield under my arm and walked to the bus stop.
I had already walked two blocks when I suddenly heard:
Tolik was catching up with me. He somehow hesitantly caught up. As if I was afraid that I would not want to wait for him. I stopped. He even stepped towards him. He came up, looked at his dusty sneakers and said:
- And I see you are going in the same direction ... We are on the way. Aren't you home?
I was glad that he caught up with me. And quickly explained that I was going to see my grandmother in Ryabinovka. This is a village on the shore of a lake, seven kilometers from the city.
We walked side by side.
- How long are you going to see your grandmother? - Tolik asked.
- For a week, until mom and dad return ...
- Ooh ... - he said sadly. - So you won't play with us tomorrow.
- But why? I can come, it's not far. I can come every day if ... - “if you want,” I almost said, but hesitated. However, he seemed to understand, spoke softly:
- Yeah ... come.
- Necessarily! - I promised.
He glanced quickly at me - he had brown eyes with gold dots - and hesitantly said:
- And let's go tomorrow, so that not against each other, but in the same army ...
- Of course, come on! - I was even more delighted. And I felt that although mom and dad left, the evening was still good.
We started talking about tomorrow's game and quietly reached the bus stop. Then I remembered:
- Oh, you walked past the house a long time ago!
He laughed:
- So what? I do not hurry.
I looked at the schedule. The bus was supposed to arrive in twenty minutes.
- Nothing, we'll wait, - said Tolik.
Not far from the bus stop, on the edge of a dusty lawn, stood a glass kiosk (the low sun glittered on it with orange lights). The kiosk was still trading. I ran up to buy two glasses of soda, but the red-cheeked aunt muttered in the window that lemonade is sold only in bottles - twenty-two kopecks each - and empty dishes are not accepted back.
Vladislav Krapivin
Blue flamingo kids
A shadow is circling above me again.
For the third day in a row ...
No, don't think that this is bad! It is wonderful! So Bird found me. So she's grown!
But the chick could not grow on its own, someone had to feed him. And no one, except for the two of us - me and the Kid, knew where the nest was. Unless the Hermit ... No. A hermit would not care for a chick. After all, he tried to "do no harm or good to anyone."
So the Kid is alive!
Why didn't he come back with Bird? Do not know. I don't know anything yet, but I will soon find out everything. I've already decided. Only I need a dagger again. The same as I got on that day, in August ...
Wooden dagger
We played war that evening. Not in modern war, where there is smoke and roar, but in knights. We had wooden swords and plywood shields. On the shields, everyone drew some sign - his knightly coat of arms. I had a deer. The same as on my jersey. I just couldn't think of anything and copied this deer from a T-shirt. And it turned out great - as if I really had my own coat of arms: on the shield and on my clothes ...
Our army had five people, and the opponents had six. Therefore, we agreed that we would hide in ambushes, and they would look for us: those who are hiding always have an advantage.
At the signal, we scattered. I immediately rushed to the "gorge". This is a passage overgrown with burdocks between the blank wall of a two-story house and a high barn. I knew that very soon the opponents would run through the “gorge” to the neighboring square to look for us in the yellow acacia bushes.
There was nowhere to hide in the passage: we trampled the burdocks in order. But a thick pole was sticking out from under the roof of the shed, I had noticed it long ago. I threw my shield behind my back, and put the sword under the elastic on the shorts - so that the blade came out of the leg and began to climb.
The logs from which the shed was built were dry with old age, cracks in them blackened. They helped me to cling. Slippery sandals tore off, a splinter sword clawed at my leg, but still I made it to the pole. He grabbed hold of it and hung.
My muscles are not very strong, I do not know how to pull up. But my fingers and hands are strong - that's how I was born. I can twirl the sword for a long, long time during a fight, and if I grab onto something, I can hang at least all day. Well, not a day, but, say, half an hour.
So, I hung up and began to wait for the knights of a foreign army.
Soon they appeared. Three of us. Bending down, they walked in single file and, of course, did not look up. When the leader was almost below me, I unclenched my fingers.
That's really, really - like a snow on your head!
It was three meters from my sandals to the ground, but the crumpled burdocks softened the shock. Opponents did not even have time to come to their senses: fuck, fuck! - I struck one two blows. Fuck, fuck - another!
We have always played fair, without unnecessary controversy. He got two blows, which means he was killed. Both knights pouted, but stepped aside. But the third, not yet hit by my sword, raised his shield and rushed to the attack.
His name was Tolik. He was from another block and rarely played with us. Only when we got carried away with knightly battles, he began to come every day. Earlier it seemed to me that he was weak, but now I understand what kind of fighter he is. He was smaller than me, but fast and so brave. In addition, he apparently got angry and decided to avenge two of his companions.
Wow, how his dark eyes glittered in combat over the upper edge of the shield! And on the shield were crossed arrows and an orange sun blazed.
He tightly sat on me, and I retreated to the exit from the "gorge". But then Stepka Shuvalov rushed to my aid from the yard. He is not a very clever swordsman, but he is big and heavy, like a real knight in armor. Together, we immediately pushed Tolik to the other end of the passage, to the ravine that stretches along the vegetable gardens. Tolik retreated to the very edge and fought back with all his might. But what could he do against the two of us?
- Give up, - said Styopka.
Our enemy only glared from behind the shield. And he swung his sword even more ...
Our ravine is shallow, but by August it is overgrown to the brim with dark, furious, like a thousand vipers, nettles, and falling into it is like boiling water. And Tolik was already on the edge. He, apparently, was very tired: he even breathed with a sob. And I - well, I took a step to the side and lowered my sword.
Tolik froze for a moment. Then he jumped between me and Styopka and ran away a few steps.
Styopka stared at me dumbfounded:
- What are you doing?
- Nothing ... He could have broken.
- So what? Would give up.
“He won't give up,” I said.
- Well, then I would fly!
- Would you fly? Try it yourself! Do you think it's nice?
- Well, so why ... - Styopka said a little perplexedly. - It's a war ...
“The war must be fair.
Styopka puffed heavily. He was not angry, only he was slow to think. And when he didn't understand something, he began to sniff like that. Finally he muttered:
- Just think ... He's in long pants and a jacket. Well, I would have fallen ...
- What a bastard! And the hands? And the face?
As if very close I saw Tolkino's tanned face with white blisters from evil bites. I even shuddered. I can't stand it if someone is in pain. Especially so ... offensive. And most importantly, for what? For fighting so bravely?
I looked back at Tolik. He didn't run away. Standing with a sword at the ready. He didn't want to leave the fight!
Suddenly he dropped his sword. And his face changed: he saw something away from us.
I looked in the same direction. A man and a woman walked slowly along the wooden sidewalk along the ravine. I recognized them.
And the clear evening immediately became sad and anxious.
These were the parents of a boy who drowned earlier this summer. His name was Yulka. Yulka Garanin. He was then, like me, eleven years old. I did not know him: he moved from somewhere to our street in May, and in early June he went to swim on the lake and never returned.
His bike and clothes were found on the shore. And he himself was not found. And they probably won't find it anymore: there are deaf bottomless pools in our lake. It is generally better not to swim there alone ...
They say that his father and mother immediately grew old after that. I don’t know, I hadn’t met them before Yulka’s death. But when I saw it for the first time, they really seemed very old. And somehow ... hunched over, or something ...
They always walked together. It used to be that they walk past us, then stop on the sidelines and silently watch us play. We lost all fun at once. We felt as if we were to blame for them. Then they seemed to come to their senses and hurriedly left. But the old mood did not return to us immediately.
And now I didn't want to play. Tolik, apparently, too. And even Styopka.
I went up to Tolik and said:
- Draw. Okay?
He nodded. He was thinking about something of his own.
I started thinking about mom and dad. This afternoon they left for Moscow for a whole week, to see my father's sister, Aunt Vera. Nothing special, they left before, but I stayed with my grandmother. But now I felt sad and somehow uncomfortable. I thought that it was too late, I had to go to my grandmother, otherwise I would not get to her before dark ...
The story "Children of the Blue Flamingo" is a story about an adventure in which the most ordinary boy from our time has been.
Deceitfully lured him to an island that is not on any map. The inhabitants of the island live in fear because of the Lizard who rules there. The task of the protagonist and his friends, whom he found on the island, is to free the inhabitants from oppression.
The main idea for the reader's diary
The story teaches to help someone who is in trouble, value friendship, be sincere, honest and never give up.
Summary Krapivin - Children of the blue flamingo
This story happened to Zhenya Ushakov. On the way to his grandmother, he meets a stranger who tells the boy a fictional sad story of the inhabitants of the magical island of Dvid. The stranger asks Zhenya for help, persuades him to go to the island and save all the inhabitants from the Lizard by fighting him.
An eleven-year-old boy agrees and goes there on a boat.
The lizard turns out to be a huge metal octopus robot that cannot be defeated. And Zhenya was chosen so that the king could once again prove this to his people.
The hero runs away. He is caught, tried, and is about to be executed.
A giant bird with blue plumage helps the boy escape from captivity, in gratitude for the fact that he saved her chick from death.
The bird takes Zhenya to an abandoned fortress, where other escaped guys were hiding. Among them, he recognizes Yulka, a boy from a neighboring yard, whom everyone considered drowned.
But the servants of the Lizard find the fugitives.
The blue bird helps the guys hide.
Only one, the oldest of the children, Doug, is killed. Then the bird also dies. Next, the friends unravel the secret of controlling the Lizard, and defeat him.
The king himself, who was that stranger at the beginning of the story, helps the protagonist get home. He equips a balloon in exchange for his life. Yulka cunningly sends Zhenya home, while he himself stays to leave the blue flamingo chicks.
After a while, the boy is found by a blue bird. It was a grown-up chick.
And he and his friend Tolka again hurry to the island to fight the king and his minions.
The guys manage to defeat everyone and return home. Yulka's parents were happy to see their son.
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