It all started in preschool childhood with that thin pink and white booklet. Was one of my favorites. And what a joy it was to find in the library a plump striped book with a familiar family! I took it to reread it several times (I often did this). But by now I could only remember that the children were all sleeping in the same room on mattresses, and the truck was stolen from them, but then they found it. What is not a reason to reread;)
It turns out that this book was a copy of the original edition in Norwegian (again Norwegians, yeah!), And the drawings for it were made by Johan Westli, Anna's husband. So they are the most correct, like this:

And if you have eaten at least once in a forest in a clearing, having previously bathed, then you know how delicious everything seems.

But this time I came across a version with color illustrations. And they are so cool! And there were so many more adventures, besides the truck!
(Full delight, 10-ka unambiguously).

And they are so independent, these Norwegians, they will never shift their problems onto someone else's shoulders. Grandmother has no money for the way back - she will hitchhike :)

And kind. The unfortunate intruder who hijacked the truck will very soon become a friend of the family and Dad's work partner. He so wanted to drive the truck :)

And they (not enough for them eight in the shops and grandmothers in addition!) Will acquire a dachshund named Samovar pipe.

And in the end they will move from a cramped apartment to a more spacious dwelling - a house in the forest. (Although this is another story.) And Grandma will be able to leave the nursing home, where she has lived until now (after all, you cannot burden anyone with your problems) and live with everyone in your own room. And when she came to visit, she had to sleep on the kitchen table.

Morten smiled happily and ran into the yard so that no one could see how happy he was.

For some reason, “Children in the Woods” in the color book was just the beginning. So I had to finish reading in this version.

Pictures are funny too. It's strange that the picture on the left does not seem to be from there. Perhaps Johan Westley's drawing came across, I don't know.

In order not to get confused, there were seven books about this family in total (eh, why weren't there in my childhood ?!):
1. Dad, mom, grandmother, eight children and a truck
2. Dad, mom, grandmother and eight children in the forest
3. Holidays in the barn
4. Anton's little gift
5. Grandma's road
6. Dad, mom, grandmother, eight children in Denmark
7. Morten, grandmother and Whirlwind.

I especially liked about Denmark.
Here are the crazy Norwegians, they will be even cleaner than us - to embark on a trip abroad on bicycles. ! Sleep in a storm on the open deck of the ferry! There are also some continuous crossings, we swam, we know :)) Spend the night in the open, without a tent! And, most importantly, to transport Grandma and two younger children in a stroller from the hippodrome! Although ... these three are no strangers. On their "barn vacation" they went for a drive in a box in a box (picture above). And everyone else is on skis :))

Fortunately, they did not spend every night in the open air (especially after they were once soaked to the skin in the pouring rain), and stopped at inexpensive youth hostels. Most of all impressions remained, probably, with my grandmother. She was eager to tell her friends who stayed in the nursing home about everything. And she also has a new friend - black woman Rosa. She did not speak Norwegian, but they understood each other perfectly anyway. Here's how it was:

Early the next morning, Dad drove into town and bought two large sketchbooks. He bought some pencils just in case. He gave one album with a pencil to his grandmother, and the other to Rose, and the two went to the beech forest together. And dad, mom and older children rode their bicycles for a walk.
...
Grandmother sat down next to Rosa, both took their albums and began to paint. They didn’t say a word, just glanced at each other’s drawings from time to time. Neither give nor take two artists for sketches. Sometimes they thought and looked around. But they painted not at all what was before their eyes. At first it seemed that they were looking deeply into themselves and looking for something long hidden and forgotten there. Then they began to draw quickly. This continued until lunchtime.
At lunch they took a short break, and after that they got down to business again. By evening, both albums were filled with drawings. Then they swapped their albums. Grandma and the children sat for a long time and leafed through the large album of Rose, and when dad, mom and older children returned home, Millie said:
- Now I know how Rose lived since childhood.

I really, really liked the theme of drawing. Here's another:

He pulled out the bag, and it turned out that there were again sketchbooks in it. Dad gave everyone an album and said:
- Draw the animals that you like the most. In winter, you will be pleased to look at your drawings. Now let's decide where we go first. Here, children should not walk alone, I must see you all the time.
...
“Yes, yes,” my grandmother muttered. She drew something in her sketchbook. After painting with Rosa, she enjoyed the activity and now she was drawing a lion. And when the children saw whom the grandmother was drawing, they also grabbed their albums and began to draw. The whole family sat on the grass and painted lions and other animals.

The last book about how grandmother and Morten made a horse out of a barrel and, in general, in every possible way weirdly were also wonderful. Like the whole series. It is interesting to see how "little Morten" evolves throughout the entire series and in this, the last, book is already playing the main role.

And at the very end he finds a whole horde of peer friends!

It is a pity that nothing more is known about these children. I love sequel stories.

Anne-Katrina Westly.

Dad, Mom, Grandma, Eight Children and a Truck (compilation)

Dad, mom, eight kids and a truck

Once upon a time there was a big, big family: dad, mom and as many as eight children. The children were called like this: Ma? Ren, Ma? Rtin, Ma? Rta, Mads, Mo? Na, Mi? Lli, Mi? Na and Baby Mo? Rten.

And also a small truck lived with them, which they all loved very much. Still not to love - after all, the truck fed the whole family!

If any of his acquaintances were going to move, he certainly asked dad to move things. If it was necessary to deliver goods to some store from the station, then it was not without Dad's truck. One day a truck was driving huge logs straight from the forest and was so tired that then he had to give a short vacation.

Usually dad and the truck went to work every day, and dad got paid for it. Dad gave money to mom, and mom bought food with it, and everyone was happy, because it's more pleasant to be full than hungry.

When dad, mom, and all eight children walked down the street, passersby almost always mistook them for a small demonstration. Some even stopped and asked their mother:

- Are these all your children?

“Of course,” my mother answered proudly. - Whose is it?

Dad, mom and eight children lived in a tall stone house in the very center of a huge city. And although the family was so large, their apartment only consisted of one room and a kitchen. At night, dad and mom slept in the kitchen, on the couch, and the children were in the room. But is it possible to place as many as eight beds in a single room? Of course not! They didn't have any beds. Each evening, the children spread eight mattresses on the floor. It seemed to them that it was not so bad: firstly, everyone can lie side by side and chat as much as you want, and secondly, there is no danger that someone will fall off the bed on the floor at night.

For the day, the mattresses were stacked in a high slide in the corner so that you could walk freely around the room.

And everything would be fine, if not for one unpleasant circumstance. Here's how: in the apartment right below them lived a lady who hated noise.

But what can you do if Maren loved to dance, Martin loved to jump, Martha to run, Mads to knock, Mona to sing, Milli to beat the drum, Mina to scream, and Little Morten to bang on the floor with anything. In short, you can imagine that their house was not very quiet.

One day there was a knock on the door, and a lady who lived below them entered the room.

“My patience has run out,” she said. - I'm going to complain to the owner right now. It is impossible to live in this house. Can't you calm your obnoxious children?

The children hid behind their mother's back and peered out carefully from behind her. It seemed that my mother had nine instead of one head.

“I’m trying to calm them down all the time,” said my mother, “but they just play like all children in the world, I can’t scold them for that.

- Of course.

For me, let them play as much as they like, ”the lady said angrily. - But after dinner I go to rest, and if I still hear even one sound, I will go and complain to the owner. I just wanted to warn you.

- Well, okay, - my mother sighed, - we'll do it as usual.

The children knew very well what it meant "as usual", and the four elders immediately began to dress the four younger ones. Mom also tied a scarf and put on a coat, and everyone was ready for the walk.

- Where are we going today? Mom asked.

“We'll discover new lands,” Maren said.

“Let's go to a street we’ve never walked on before,” Mads said; they’d always make some new discovery while walking.

“Then we would have to go very far, and we don't have much time,” Mom said. - Let's go to the pier.

While they were walking, dad returned from work. He parked the truck outside the house and washed and cleaned it a bit before going home. Dad put the truck wiping rag under the seat in the cab. On the back of Dad's seat were pictures of Mom and all eight children glued to it. It seemed to Dad that they accompanied him in this way on all trips.

If dad met someone he particularly liked, he would lift the seat and show the photographs.

- That's great, - said Dad, - now the truck is pleased, and I can safely go home.

But as soon as dad opened the door of his apartment, he immediately realized that there was no one at home.

“Apparently, the Lady Bottom has visited us again,” he guessed and lay down to rest.

After a while, mother and children returned home. There was no truck near the house.

“So dad hasn’t arrived yet,” Martha said.

- It's a pity, - my mother was upset. “I thought we’ll all have lunch together.” Well, it can't be helped.

They entered the apartment and, to their surprise, found dad quietly snoring in the kitchen.

- Great, you cheated us! - said my mother. - Where did you hide the truck? We are upset that you are not at home, and you, it turns out, are here.

- Truck? - Daddy said sleepily. - The truck is standing still, you just did not see it.

- What are you saying! - Mom was indignant. “It’s impossible that I and eight children do not notice one truck. Come on, Maren, run downstairs, look again!

Dad sat down, scratched the back of his head, yawned. It seemed that he did not even understand what was at stake.

- Maybe you took the truck for repair? Mom asked. - Maybe the motor has deteriorated?

- No no no! Dad exclaimed. “I told you he’s downstairs.” I even washed it and wiped the glass. Enough of that! Point!

But when Maren ran upstairs and said that there was no truck downstairs, dad finally woke up.

“I’ll go,” he said, “I must immediately report it to the police.

Everything seemed to be petrified. For a long time no one could utter a word. It was scary to think that the truck had been stolen. After all, the truck made money for them every day, and they all loved him like he was a member of the family. Yes, in fact, it was so.

- Mom, do you think it was stolen? Maren asked at last.

- What's so surprising? After all, he is so beautiful, - said my mother.

Dad went to the police station, from there they called other police stations and said that a small green truck was stolen.

Several days passed, but there was no word about the truck. Finally, it was even announced on the radio so that everyone in the country would know that a small green truck was missing.

These days the children were very quiet and obedient. They thought about the truck all the time and felt very sorry for it.

In the evenings, they whispered for a long time, lying on the mattresses. Martin said the most:

- Tomorrow is payday, and dad won't get anything. Let's go look for a truck tomorrow. Without the kids, of course, only Maren, Martha and me.

- And it is possible, Mona and I will also go with you, because we are no longer kids? Mads asked.

- No, we will go very far. We will walk all day until we find it, ”Martin replied.

“Let it go,” Mads whispered to Monet. - Tomorrow, when they leave, we too will sneak out and go search without them.

- Okay. How cleverly you came up with! - Mona was delighted.

Soon they fell asleep, but the city was still awake, and cars were rushing through the streets: cars, buses and many, many green trucks.

Do you think dad, mom and eight children will find their truck?

Be patient and you will learn everything in the next chapter.

Truck

The next morning, as soon as the older children left home, Mads and Mona began to prepare for the hike.

They whispered about something with their mother and slipped out onto the stairs.

They walked hand in hand and looked at all the trucks passing by. And there were a lot of trucks.

Whenever they happened to see a green truck, they ran up to him, looked into his face, but immediately it turned out that it was a stranger. Yes, yes, don't be surprised, their truck had its own face, just like a man. In addition, it had a rickety body, because in its life the truck transported a lot of heavy loads.

No, it's not that easy to find your truck. But they have to find him, because without the truck, dad and mom will never be fun and dad will not be able to make money. Of course, there is another job, but he will no longer love it, because more than anything in the world he loved to drive his truck.

Mona's legs were tired.

“Let's sit for a while,” she said, and walked over to a large display case with a wide low cornice on which one could sit.

“Well, sit down,” Mads said. “Just don’t be limp, or we’ll never find a truck.”

Truth be told, Mads had little hope of finding a truck. Last night, lying in bed, he was sure that they would find the truck, but today on the street, seeing the endless stream of cars, he almost lost hope. Nonsense, nothing will come of this search anyway! But he didn't want to tell Monet about it.

Better to pretend he believes they'll find the truck. What if it helps?

- Look, what beautiful baths, - said Mona, - maybe we will have one someday!

“Then we'll have to hang her from the ceiling,” Mads muttered. “You'd better look at the trucks, not the baths.

- My eyes are tired of these trucks!

- Then close your eyes and listen to the motors, you know what the voice of our motor is.

- I know! Mona closed her eyes tightly and listened.

At first it was scary, it seemed to her that all the cars were going straight at her. At first, the noise of the engine was heard from afar, then it kept getting closer and closer and finally roared over her ear with such force that Mona could not breathe from fear. But gradually the sound died down - the car was moving away. Soon Mona ceased to be afraid and even almost dozed off to the noise of the engines.

Suddenly she jumped up:

- Mads, listen! Close your eyes and listen. It seems?

- It seems. Highly!

He instantly opened his eyes, but - alas! - not a green, but a bright red truck was driving along the street.

A truck pulled up and stopped right in front of them. A man emerged from it. For a while, he looked at his truck with a contented look. Then he went into a store that sold baths.

Mads walked over to the truck and examined the body.

“The same curve as ours,” he said. - I don't understand, can there really be two such similar trucks in the world?

- Wait, Mads, - Mona suddenly shouted, - look, you are all smeared in red paint! What will mom say now!

- In the paint? Mads wondered, and believe it or not, he was pleased. - So the truck was recently painted!

Mads walked around the truck from all directions.

- And his face is just like ours. Do you think it's worth taking a look into the cockpit?

- Come on, just quickly! I'll watch.

Less than a minute later, Mads climbed out of the cockpit.

- This is our truck, Mona! He shouted.

A policeman approached them.

- What are you doing here? He asked sternly.

- This is our truck. It was stolen from us, ”Mads and Mona muttered at once. - And we found him. You see, this is our truck! We cannot live without him, because he feeds us all, all of us: both dad, and mom, and eight children.

- What was your father's truck? The policeman asked.

“Green,” Mona replied.

- And this one is red. - The policeman leaned against the body. “I understand that you wanted to help your father, but this time you were wrong.

- Oh, mister policeman, do not lean! Shouted Mads. - Look, you are stained with red paint. I am also covered in paint.

- Aha! So the truck has just been painted. Suspicious! - said the policeman.

- Do you want me to prove right away that this is our truck? Mads asked.

At this time, a man came out of the store and arrived in a truck.

- Is this your truck? The policeman asked.

“Of course,” the man replied.

“Then ask him what's in the cockpit under the seat,” Mads said.

The man was a little embarrassed, but replied:

- I don’t remember exactly, it seems, suede for cleaning glass.

- And I know for sure! Said Mads proudly.

- Well? The policeman asked.

“On the back of the seat, Dad glued pictures of Mom, Maren, Martin, Martha, Mona, Millie, Mina, Little Morten and mine,” Mads said.

“We’ll see,” said the policeman. - Bring the seat here.

Mads climbed into the cockpit, pulled out the seat, and all nine photographs were indeed pasted there.

The man who arrived in the truck became very serious. Suddenly he smiled.

“It's my wife and my children,” he said.

“Not true,” Mona said. - We are not your children, but these are our photographs.

- How - not mine! Of course mine! He turned to the policeman. “They’re just very naughty, I can’t cope with them.

- Then tell me what my name is! Mads demanded.

- M-M-M-Mons! - the man said frightened.

- Nothing like this. My name is Mads!

“That's enough,” said the policeman. - Everything is clear to me!

“That's right, I stole a truck,” the man said. Now he looked pitiful, old. - I've always really wanted to drive a truck. Once they even guessed to me that I would be a chauffeur. This truck looked so lonely when I found it that I decided to take it for at least a week.

“Okay, okay, you’ll go with me to the police station and explain how it all happened,” the policeman said. - Goodbye guys! Now I will send an attendant to you, he will take you home in your truck. The key, I see, is in place.

- Goodbye! .. - the man said in confusion.

He looked at the package in his hand.

“Actually, I bought this for the truck,” he said. - Here is a glass for flowers. It will be very nice if you attach it to the cockpit window.

Mads took the package and bowed politely to the man. He went along with the policeman, he looked so unhappy that Monet and Mads felt sorry for him.

- Come and visit us! Mads called after him. - Daddy will let you ride in the truck. We live where you found it.

The man nodded very gravely to Mads and walked on.

And happy Mads and Mona climbed into the back. Finally another policeman came in, started the engine, and the truck started to move.

After a short drive, they saw Maren, Martin and Martha walking slowly down the street and staring at all the green trucks.

Mads knocked on the cockpit window and asked the cop to stop.

- Hey! He shouted to Maren, Martin and Martha. - Come here, sit down!

They climbed into the back, but their faces were upset.

“Actually, we don’t have time to drive around in the car, but our legs are very tired,” said Maren.

- Where are you in such a hurry? Mads asked.

“We're looking for my dad's truck,” Martin replied solemnly.

“Then take a better look at what you're driving,” Mads said.

What a joy it was when they returned home with the truck! But most of all the truck itself was happy! After all, he had long been accustomed to this family and could not even imagine how it could serve someone else. Well, he even liked the fact that he turned from green to red.

Grandma is coming to town

Can you imagine how difficult it is to dress such a large family? It was also fortunate that they could wear their clothes one after another: Martha after Maren, Mona after Martha, Millie after Mona, Mina after Millie, Mads after Martin, and Little Morten wore everything after all, but then all things were already so worn out that Mom had to cut pieces of the kiss out of them and sew pants for him from these pieces.

Morten really liked that his pants turned out to be multi-colored. When he got bored, he could endlessly look at the multi-colored scraps of fabric from which his clothes were sewn.

But each of the children had their own wash basin. And these basins were not inherited from one to another.

Every evening the children walked in twos to the kitchen and washed.

The first were Little Morten and Mina. Mom helped them wash, then poured clean water into their basins, poured a little washing powder there and asked:

- Do you have anything dirty today?

"Something dirty" was almost always found. Morten and Mina dipped their laundry into their own basin.

Everyone else did the same. At night, ten basins stood on the table in a row in the kitchen, and each one was soaked with dirty linen. Early in the morning, my mother poured hot water into them, and each one independently, as best he could, began to wash. Mom helped everyone a little, poured water for rinsing, and soon she was already hanging clean clothes on a rope that was stretched from the kitchen window across the entire yard to another house.

And every day the rope was full.

One day, when everyone was busy doing the laundry, a letter suddenly fell into the mailbox through a crack in the door.

Everyone quickly threw away their wet laundry and rushed to the drawer.

- Don't touch the letter with wet hands! - shouted mom, running around the kitchen in search of a towel.

Dad wiped his hands on his pants, Morten followed suit. Mona, Millie and Mina wiped their hands on Mom's apron, while Maren, Martin and Mads grabbed a rag. Everyone diligently wiped their hands.

Yes, the letter caused a stir.

Of course, you will say that there is nothing surprising in receiving letters, that you, too, received letters, and more than once. But this letter was from an old grandmother who lived in the village and did not really like to write letters.

For a long time, they had not received anything from her. Of course, it was difficult for my grandmother to write this letter, because sixty years have passed since she went to school, and during this time it is easy to forget what the letters look like.

- Can I cut the envelope? Dad asked, armed with a large kitchen knife.

But my mother was scared.

“With this knife, you’ll cut the whole letter into pieces,” she said. “I'd better open it myself.

She pulled a hairpin out of her hair and cut the envelope with it so deftly, as if all her life she had been doing was opening envelopes with a hairpin. Then she put the hairpin in her mouth and began to read.

- "Oh-oh-oh-oh!"

- What are you reading? - interrupted her dad. - We don't understand anything. You can't chew a hairpin and read at the same time.

- And that's true, - agreed my mother, stuck a hairpin in her hair and read: - "My dear! I've been saving up a piggy bank for ten years already.

- What piggy bank? Dad asked.

“Ordinary,” Mom replied. - Listen further: “And now I have so much money that I can go and visit you all. It will be great fun to see all your children. How many are there now? I hope I don’t embarrass you. At night I can sit on a chair or you can hang me from the ceiling because I sleep soundly anywhere. I will leave on Tuesday and I think you will meet me at the station, because I have never been to such a big city before.

Kiss. Granny".

- My God! Dad exclaimed. “Are we going to have to hang her from the ceiling?”

“I don’t know,” Mom said. - In any case, we must put things in order for grandmother's arrival. Today is Monday, and if I am not mistaken, she will arrive tomorrow morning.

- I'll go and try to get a mattress, it will still come in handy, whether we hang it from the ceiling or not, - said Dad and drove off in a red truck.

Mom and the younger children immediately began to bake cookies. And the elders had to go to school, but when they returned from school, they grabbed their mattresses, carried them out into the yard and began to knock them out with such heat that a whole cloud of dust rose. Then they washed, scrubbed and cleaned the apartment so that everything was clean and beautiful.

Dad came home with a mattress and a whole roll of red paper for decoration.

By evening, everyone was terribly tired, and the children instantly fell asleep.

Dad and Mom also nodded, but they still had a lot to do. First of all, eight posters were to be made. Each poster had a name written on it. After all, the grandmother did not even know how many grandchildren she had. Clearly she had no idea what their names were.

The next day, the whole family went to the train station in a truck. They went out onto the platform, lined up and waited. Each had a poster around his neck.

Suddenly the station radio rumbled.

- What did it say? The children asked.

“It said that grandma’s train was approaching the platform,” Mom replied.

And everyone saw how, puffing and snorting, grandmother's locomotive drove up. He dragged many carriages along with him.

“So she came,” Martha whispered. - I wouldn’t miss her.

Dad, mom and eight children stood on tiptoe and looked into the windows of the carriages, but grandmother was nowhere to be found.

“Don't worry, don't worry,” Mom said. - Let's wait for her here, now she will get out of the car.

Many people got off the train. There were many old women among them, but still no grandmother. Finally the last passenger got out and the train was empty.

- Maybe the grandmother did not come at all? Mona asked, almost crying.

“She certainly came,” Mom said firmly. - Now we will go through the cars and look for her.

The cars were completely empty, but when they looked into one compartment, the door of which was ajar, they saw an old woman in a white kerchief in the farthest corner. She sat with her head lowered and her face in her hands. This was the grandmother.

- Why are you hiding here? Mom asked.

“I'm afraid to go out,” said my grandmother. “It's so noisy here in the city.

- What are you afraid of? After all, we are all with you and we will protect you.

- And I thought to sit here until the train turns around and goes back. All the same, after all, it will be considered that I have visited the city.

“That’s not good,” Mom said firmly. - You should stay with us at least a little.

- I'm afraid to go out, there are so many cars, - said the grandmother.

- Do not be afraid, grandmother, I will talk about you for a long time, - said Little Morten.

Then the grandmother agreed. She firmly took Baby Morten's hand and went out into the street with him.

Grandma was happy when they finally got home. Their apartment seemed very beautiful to her. And it is not surprising - after all, all the flower pots, walls and ceiling were decorated with red paper.

Now the grandmother got a good look at all the grandchildren and learned their names by heart.

14
feb
2014

Dad, Mom, Grandma, Eight Children and a Truck (Anne-Katrina Westly)

Format: audiobook, MP3, 96kbps
Anne-Katrina Westly
Year of issue: 2012
Genre: children's literature
Publisher: Radio Grad Petrov
Artist: Elena Delver
Duration: 13:48:40
Description: In 1951, in post-war Norway, when there were almost no televisions in people's homes and radio was taking their place, a young actress. Anne-Katrina Westly was offered to broadcast the little ones: she had to come up with a funny story and read it herself. From such stories later the books of "the beloved grandmother of all Norwegian children" were formed. But Anna-Katrina Westly's books are not just for children. It's amazing how unobtrusively, wisely, with truly maternal patience, the writer teaches dads and moms to be good parents! Teaches them to communicate with their children, to understand them, to make their life in spite of all external difficulties joyful and interesting. Today, when the stories of Anne-Katrina Westly sound again on the radio, for which they were once created, it becomes clear how relevant they are. We seem to hear the voice of Anna-Katrina herself, who tells us: “Look how good it is to live if a person thinks not only about himself, if he thinks and cares about everyone around him. It is not difficult at all and very pleasant. Just try it! "

02. Truck
03. Grandma is coming to town
04. Grandma rides a tram
05. Grandma is leaving home
06. Grandmother goes home. A little summer vacation
07. Baby Morton Disappears (Part 1)
08. Baby Morton Disappears (Part 2)
09. A small guest is a big event
10. Henrik and Lower Hulda
11. Alarm clock
12. Samovar Pipe
13. The samovar pipe goes to the wedding
14. Running three times around the block
15. One hundred crowns
16. Christmas. Daddy makes a discovery
17. Daddy is strange
18. The fold
19. Morton makes a discovery
20. Draft. Children go to a new school
21. Mats finds a friend
22. Mona is offended
23. Mom counts the crow
24. Grandmother fights with robbers
25. Hungry Stoves
26. Squirrel
27. Eight little peasants
28. Dad and the truck are sad
29. Dreams
30. A sleeping bag is sewn to the samovar pipe
31. Everyone goes to the mountains
32. Grandma's Mountains
33. Long walk
34. Norwegian Mountain Fairy
35. The herd in the blizzard
36. Party and guest
37. Horse in the forest
38. Anton's mother
39. Christmas
40. Anton's little gift
41. Daddy treats children
42. The Truck Works for Rose
43. Dad behaves mysteriously
44. Rosina shepherds (part 1)
45. Rosina the shepherds (part 2)
46. Two are captured
47. Millie Mina and the Bear (Part 1)
48. Millie Mina and the Bear (Part 2)
49. Martha and Morton (Part 1)
50. Martha and Morton (part 2)
51. "Dad, have you forgotten anything?" (part 1)
52. "Dad, have you forgotten anything?" (part 2)
53. Something is bound to happen

28
Apr
2012

Dad, Mom, Eight Kids and a Truck (Anne-Katrina Westly)

By Anne-Katrina Westley
Year of issue: 2012
Genre: story
Publisher: Studio on Kremlevsky Val
Artist: Lyubov Kantarji
Length: 04:07:10
Description: "Once upon a time, there was a big, big family: dad, mom and as many as eight children ... And there was also a small truck with them, which they all loved very much. I shouldn’t love it - after all, the truck fed the whole family!" This is how the writer presents her characters. She tells about the life of a large family in which parents always find a common language with their children. In this audiobook, a young listener without preachings and edification ...

24
but I
2010

Dad, Mom, Eight Children and a Truck (5 Books) (Anne-Caterina Westly)

Format: PDF, Scanned pages
Year of issue: 1962
Genre: story
Publisher:
M .: Detgiz
Number of pages: 69
Description: The first of five stories about a large family and their truck. The novels of the modern Norwegian writer tell with great humor about a close-knit family consisting of a driver's father, mother, grandmother and eight children. Dad's truck can also be considered a member of the family, because, along with everyone, it helps to cope with life's difficulties, which this family has a lot. For primary school age. Dad, mom, grandmother and eight children in the forest Dad, mom, grandmother and eight children ...

06
june
2015

Goodbye Mom and Dad (Buckley Christopher)

By Buckley Christopher
Year of issue: 2015
Genre: foreign prose
Publisher: Can't Buy Nowhere
Artist: Soboleva Elena
Length: 06:50:23
Description: American journalist and writer Christopher Buckley needs no introduction: almost all of his satirical novels have been translated into Russian and enjoy great and well-deserved popularity in our country. Skillfully constructed plots, the ability to discern the funny in the most serious phenomena of the surrounding reality make his books the most entertaining, and sometimes extremely funny reading. All this, surprising as it may seem ...

12
May
2009

Talk to me, mom !: Developing activities for kids: For children 0-3 years old Ermakova I.A.

Format: audiobook, MP3, 128kbps
Author: Galina Shcherbakova
Year of issue: 2007
Genre: Contemporary prose, short story
Publisher: ANO RID Novaya Gazeta
Artist: Alina Pokrovskaya
Length: 04:49:21
Description: The audio collection includes six stories performed by Alina Pokrovskaya (the actress became a popular favorite after the film "Officers", where she played the main role). Each story is a mini-performance, played with full dedication. There is a feeling that you are not listening to a book, but watching a movie. The cinema is fascinating and action-packed: with Galina Shcherbakova you can never guess, nothing will end, nothing ...

24
jul
2011

Me, grandmother, Iliko and Illarion (Nodar Dumbadze)

Format: radio play, MP3, 128kbps
Author: Nodar Dumbadze
Year of issue: 1973
Genre: lyric comedy
Publisher: Gosteleradiofond
Artist: Sergey Yursky, Efim Kopelyan and others.
Duration: 02:07:00
Description: The story of Nodar Dumbadze "I, Grandmother, Iliko and Illarion" was read by the entire former USSR country. The play, made on its basis by Dumbadze and G. Lordkipanidze himself, has bypassed almost all the scenes of the same country. In the BDT old man Iliko was played by a very young Sergei Yursky; together with Efim Kopelyan - Illarion they made up a brilliant duet, funny and touching to tears. Georgian ...

28
but I
2017

Grandma ordered to bow and convey that she asks for forgiveness (Fredrik Buckman)

ISBN: 978-5-906837-73-8

By Fredrik Backman
Year of issue: 2017
Genre: Contemporary prose
Publisher: Sinbad
Russian language
Number of pages: 480
Description: The girl Elsa is almost eight, and her grandmother will soon be seventy-eight. Some call their grandmother eccentric, others - "a cheerful old woman", others believe that she just went crazy. But for Elsa, grandma is a superhero and her best friend. Because she always protects her granddaughter, regardless of the circumstances. And because he understands her like no one else. When a grandmother dies, letters remain after her ...

06
May
2014

Lady in blue. Grandma poppies color. Girl and Sunflowers (Author's Collection) (Noelle Chatelet)

ISBN: 5-85050-604-7, By the fireplace
Format: FB2, eBook (originally computer)
Author: Noelle Chatelet
Year of issue: 2002
Genre: Contemporary prose
Publisher: "SLOVO / SLOVO". Moscow
Russian language
Number of pages: 352
Description:
Description: Three women, three ages, three turning points in life. If the desire of fifty-year-old Solange from "The Lady in Blue" to grow old seems paradoxical, then Martha, "grandmother is the color of poppies", on the contrary, is getting younger, and little Matilda from the novel "Girl and Sunflowers" is shaken by her first love. To the heroines of the famous French actress, writer and essayist, laureate of ...

08
mar
2018

Grandmother ordered to bow and convey that she asks for forgiveness (Buckman Frederik), Lisovets Marina]

Format: audiobook, MP3, 64kbps
Author: Buckman Frederick
Year of issue: 2018
Genre: Foreign prose
Publisher: VIMBO
Artist: Lisovets Marina
Duration: 13:06:19
Description: Fredrik Buckman "Grandma told me to bow and say that she asks for forgiveness" - a new bestseller, now with elements of a detective story from the author of "The Second Life of Uwe". Elsa is seven and unlike other seven-year-old girls. Her grandmother is seventy-seven, and she is also unlike other grandmothers. After all, few grandmothers would dream of flirting with a police officer or running away from the hospital to get into the monkey's enclosure ...

30
jan
2015

Stories about the simple and wonderful for children and adults (Khudoshin Alexander)

Format: audiobook, MP3, 64kbps
Author: Khudoshin Alexander
Year of issue: 2014
Genre: Children's literature
Publisher: Radio "Resurrection"
Artist: Dmitry Babushkin, Mikhail Maslennikov
Length: 02:09:14
Description: The collection of the contemporary writer and publicist is written in the popular genre of "not invented stories". They tell about childhood, about small miracles that happen next to us, about the value of love and friendship, about simple and strong human relationships. The book will be of interest to both young and older readers.

23
feb
2012

Conceptual foundations of the program and methodological recommendations on the problems of upbringing and development of young children in pre-school conditions (Grigorieva G.G., Kochetova N.P., Sergeeva D.)

Five children and a monster
Year of issue: 2009
By Edith Nesbit
Genre: fairy tale, adventure
Publisher: Amphora-Media
Artist: Alexander Kraskovsky
Length: 06:58:00
Description: Joan
Rowling: "Read Edith Nesbit to your children!" "Five Children and the Monster" is the most famous book by the wonderful English writer Edith Nesbit, which introduces curious and daring adventurers for the first time. One fine day, all the cherished desires of the five guys begin to come true with the help of a sand elf. But where will this lead?

20
oct
2012

Five Children and It (Nesbit Edith)

Format: audiobook, MP3, 256kbps
Author: Nesbit Edith
Year of issue: 2012
Genre: Children's literature
Publisher: Audiobook
Artist: Galina Chiginskaya
Length: 04:11:29
Description: This is one of the most famous books by the English writer Edith Nesbit. In a sandy quarry, not far from their country house, Robert, Cyril, Jane, Anthea and little Richard find an amazing creature - the sand fairy Sammiad ... Dreams come true. The guys will have amazing adventures. Read the continuation of this story in the books "The Phoenix and the Carpet" and "The Story with the Amulet".
Release: beckham48 Alternati ...

23
jan
2014

Bless the Beasts and Children (Swarthout Glendon)

Format: audiobook, MP3, 96kbps
By Swarthout Glendon
Year of issue: 2014
Genre: foreign prose
Publisher: Can't Buy Nowhere
Artist: Vyacheslav Gerasimov
Length: 05:46:04
Description: A bitter story about the romantic perception of the world by American children and about the cruel reality in which they exist. Six difficult teenagers, completely losers, end up in summer camp, where they immediately become outcasts. Together with the rest of the teenagers, they go on an excursion to the farm and see a herd of buffalo in the corral, waiting for extermination. And one night they decide to escape from the camp, kind ...

27
but I
2011

Fairy tales for adults and children (Zinaida Mirkina)

Format: audiobook, MP3, 320kbps
Author: Zinaida Mirkina
Year of issue: 2005
Genre: fairy tales
Publisher: LLC "Eneagram"
Artist: Tatiana Orbu
Duration: 03:43:58 Fairy tales of Zinaida Mirkina delight with their extraordinary wisdom. They teach both children and adults a subtle sense of nature, finding their inner source of light, warmth, love. They penetrate into the very essence of a person, heal, enrich, educate the Soul. Each fairy tale is a reflection of one of the corners of the innermost depths of each of us. - Hide Reveal Disc 1: 1. The Snow Queen. 2. God visited. The theme of all ...

Anne-Katrina Westly

DAD, MOM, GRANDMA, EIGHT CHILDREN AND THE TRUCK

(collection)

Dad, mom, eight kids and a truck

Once upon a time there was a big, big family: dad, mom and as many as eight children. The children were called like this: Ma? Ren, Ma? Rtin, Ma? Rta, Mads, Mo? Na, Mi? Lli, Mi? Na and Baby Mo? Rten.

And also a small truck lived with them, which they all loved very much. Still not to love - after all, the truck fed the whole family!

When dad, mom, and all eight children walked down the street, passersby almost always mistook them for a small demonstration. Some even stopped and asked their mother:

Are these all your children?

Of course, my mother answered proudly. - Whose is it?

For the day, the mattresses were stacked in a high slide in the corner so that you could walk freely around the room.

And everything would be fine, if not for one unpleasant circumstance. Here's how: in the apartment right below them lived a lady who hated noise.

But what can you do if Maren loved to dance, Martin loved to jump, Martha loved to run, Mads to knock, Mona to sing, Milli to beat the drum, Mina to scream, and Little Morten to bang on the floor with anything. In short, you can imagine that their house was not very quiet.

One day there was a knock on the door, and a lady who lived below them entered the room.

My patience has run out, ”she said. - I'm going to complain to the owner right now. It is impossible to live in this house. Can't you calm your obnoxious children?

The children hid behind their mother's back and peered out carefully from behind her. It seemed that my mother had nine instead of one head.

I always try to calm them down, - said my mother, - but they just play like all children in the world, I can't scold them for that.

Of course. For me, let them play as much as they like, ”the lady said angrily. - But after dinner I go to rest, and if I still hear even one sound, I will go and complain to the owner. I just wanted to warn you.

Well, okay, - my mother sighed, - we will do it as usual.

Where are we going today? Mom asked.

Let's discover new lands, ”Maren said.

Let's go to a street we've never walked on before, ”Mads said, always making some new discovery on the walk.

Then we would have to go very far, and we don't have much time, ”Mom said. - Let's go to the pier.

If dad met someone he particularly liked, he would lift the seat and show the photographs.

That's great, - said dad, - now the truck is pleased, and I can safely go home.

But as soon as dad opened the door of his apartment, he immediately realized that there was no one at home.

“Apparently, the Lady Bottom has visited us again,” he guessed and lay down to rest.

After a while, mother and children returned home. There was no truck near the house.

So dad hasn't arrived yet, ”Martha said.

It's a pity, - my mother was upset. “I thought we’ll all have lunch together.” Well, it can't be helped.

They entered the apartment and, to their surprise, found dad quietly snoring in the kitchen.

Great, you cheated us! - said my mother. - Where did you hide the truck? We are upset that you are not at home, and you, it turns out, are here.

Truck? - Daddy said sleepily. - The truck is standing still, you just did not see it.

What are you saying! - Mom was indignant. - It can't be that I and eight children did not notice one truck. Come on, Maren, run downstairs, look again!

Dad sat down, scratched the back of his head, yawned. It seemed that he did not even understand what was at stake.

Did you take the truck for repairs? Mom asked. - Maybe the motor has deteriorated?

No no no! Dad exclaimed. “I told you he’s downstairs.” I even washed it and wiped the glass. Enough of that! Point!

But when Maren ran upstairs and said that there was no truck downstairs, dad finally woke up.

I’ll go, ”he said,“ I must immediately report it to the police.

Mom, do you think it was stolen? Maren asked at last.

What's so surprising about that? After all, he is so beautiful, - said my mother.

Dad went to the police station, from there they called other police stations and said that a small green truck was stolen.

Several days passed, but there was no word about the truck. Finally, it was even announced on the radio so that everyone in the country would know that a small green truck was missing.

These days the children were very quiet and obedient. They thought about the truck all the time and felt very sorry for it.

In the evenings, they whispered for a long time, lying on the mattresses. Martin said the most:

Tomorrow is payday, and Daddy won't get anything. Let's go look for a truck tomorrow. Without the kids, of course, only Maren, Martha and me.

Or maybe Mona and I will also go with you, because we are not kids anymore? Mads asked.

No, we'll go very far. We will walk all day until we find it, ”Martin replied.

Let it go, ”Mads whispered to Monet. - Tomorrow, when they leave, we too will sneak out and go search without them.

OK. How cleverly you came up with! - Mona was delighted.

Soon they fell asleep, but the city was still awake, and cars were rushing through the streets: cars, buses and many, many green trucks.

Dad, mom, eight kids and a truck

Once upon a time there was a big, big family: dad, mom and as many as eight children. The names of the children were: Maren, Martin, Marta, Mads, Mona, Milli, Meena and Little Morten.

And also a small truck lived with them, which they all loved very much. Still not to love - after all, the truck fed the whole family!

When dad, mom, and all eight children walked down the street, passersby almost always mistook them for a small demonstration. Some even stopped and asked their mother:

- Are these all your children?

“Of course,” my mother answered proudly. - Whose is it?

For the day, the mattresses were stacked in a high slide in the corner so that you could walk freely around the room.

And everything would be fine, if not for one unpleasant circumstance. Here's how: in the apartment right below them lived a lady who hated noise.

One day there was a knock on the door, and a lady who lived below them entered the room.

“My patience has run out,” she said. - I'm going to complain to the owner right now. It is impossible to live in this house. Can't you calm your obnoxious children?

The children hid behind their mother's back and peered out carefully from behind her. It seemed that my mother had nine instead of one head.

“I’m trying to calm them down all the time,” said my mother, “but they just play like all children in the world, I can’t scold them for that.

- Of course. For me, let them play as much as they like, ”the lady said angrily. - But after dinner I go to rest, and if I still hear even one sound, I will go and complain to the owner. I just wanted to warn you.

- Well, okay, - my mother sighed, - we'll do it as usual.