Main characters and their characteristics:
- Borya Zbanduto is a mischievous and eccentric, but kind and honest boy, studies in the sixth “B” grade, becomes a first-grader counselor.
- Bori's parents dream of seeing their son as a responsible person, hardworking and decent.
- Sasha Smolin is Bori’s best friend, he always supports his friend in everything.
- Nastya Monakhova is Bori’s classmate, with whom he is in love and wants to win her heart, but Bori’s best friend, Sasha, is also in love with her.
- Natasha Morozova is a responsible and honest first-grader, the only one who did not agree to write off the test and received a bad mark.
"The eccentric from the sixth "B""
A funny story of Boris Zbanduto, a student of the sixth “B” grade of one of the Moscow schools.
When leaving on a business trip to Siberia, my father entrusted me with buying a gift for my mother’s birthday - he himself did not have time to return for the holiday. So ten rubles fell into my hands. I exchanged ten the next day. My bosom friend Sashka Smolin did not believe that such big money was mine. To prove this, I took him to the cinema. But this story began with the return of Nastya Monakhova to our school. She left for a year - she left as an ugly duckling, and returned as a beauty. Sasha and I fell in love with her at the same time. It was because of Nastya that I agreed to become the counselor of the first “A”. When our counselor entrusted me with this important task, the whole class laughed: what kind of counselor am I? Only Nastya said that raising kids to be exemplary Octobrists is a serious matter. These words made me agree.
My mother, a physical education teacher and gymnast, was skeptical about this - she considered me a dunce. I myself very quickly forgot about my high mission as a counselor. Meanwhile, “our friendship with Sashka has reached a dead end because of Nastya.” When I talked to her, Sashka’s ruddy face became deathly pale, but my best friend appeared in nightmares.
My baby came for me herself. I had to go into their class. I couldn’t remember them all, and rashly promised to reduce the entire first “A” into an automatic photograph. I began to get involved in the fuss with the October students after the big-eyed first-grader Natasha Morozova distracted me from the important football match “sixth B versus sixth A.” The girl was scared of the dog, and I had to take her home. On the way, I learned that Natasha’s mother had died, her father worked as a doctor in Africa, and Natasha herself lived with her retired grandmother.
Sashka despised me for a long time because I abandoned the match, and “the first-graders completely defeated me.” I plunged headlong into the problems of the first “A”, while still managing to take Nastya for a walk and spend another ruble from my mother’s gift. Sashka and I decided to “look after Nastya under the cover of complete secrecy <…> until she falls in love with one of us. The defeated one will proudly leave."
It turns out that Nastya was joking when she talked about the importance of the counselor’s work. I even felt a little offended. One day one of my first graders asked me to button his pants. This was the last straw. I wrote a statement that “I am resigning from the high post of counselor because it interferes with my personal life.” Our counselor took my statement, but then my October students attacked me and started asking me not to leave. In order not to succumb to pity, I began to remember how I separated the fighters and sewed up Natasha’s dress torn by a nail. To my surprise, “all these memories did not arouse in me either protest or indignation.” As a final farewell, I decided to take my students to automatic photography. Entering the first grade, I wrote about this on the board, and suddenly began to remember my first-graders, about their naive and lively faces. The next morning, I not only took the statement from the counselor, but also refused to go to the cinema with Nastya.
Nastya went to the cinema with Sashka, and I plunged headlong into fussing with the Octobrists. I spent a few more rubles from the “gift” tenner on automatic photography and pies with jam.
And after some time, a scandal broke out, “unexpected and grandiose. They suddenly decided to miserably remove me from the position of counselor.” Just that day I was supposed to take the kids to the circus. I wanted to go to the circus, but ended up with the director. Sitting in the waiting room, I remembered why all this happened. It started with Natasha being scared of a lizard that a classmate slipped into her desk. Then I decided to fight cowardice using scientific methods - I gathered the first-graders at my place and set up a “horror attraction” in a dark room. Streltsov my “psychotherapy” only the second time. At home she told her mother everything. She immediately went to the director, and along with this story, told him about two others.
One of them happened at the very beginning of my activity, when I visited the houses of my wards. The father of first-grader Tolik collected porcelain. The boy treated me to tea from the rarest collection cup, which I, of course, broke. I didn’t know how rare it was, so I collected the fragments and threw them away. A scandal broke out, which Streltsova Sr. soon learned about.
Another story happened among the Streltsovs. Then the senior members of the Streltsov family treated me without prejudice and calmly left their Zina in my care. Zina invited Natasha and Tolik, and the fun began. As a result, Zina’s mother’s new yellow skirt was stained with ink. I suggested repainting it. The stain did not disappear, but my relationship with Streltsova Sr. became very complicated.
As luck would have it, on the day the director found out about my exploits, I immediately received five bad marks - Nastya was assigned to pull up those lagging behind, and I decided to take this place at all costs. Seeing these deuces, the director suddenly remembered that he had received a letter from the police about me. “The fact is that I was taken out of the pool with a scandal. I was there at a competition and whistled with two fingers.” But I whistled for a reason. I then decided to make athletes out of the first-graders, so I brought them to the pool. The angry coach forced us all to undress, but chose only Streltsova. I told him that “their business is poorly done” - they are losing the competition, and they refuse to take on young and healthy recruits. After this conversation there were exhibition competitions, at which I booed the swimmer of this very coach.
My teaching career was hanging by a thread when my first-graders burst into the principal’s office and began to defend and defend me. It was then that the director noticed a notebook in my hand, where I had pasted all the snapshots of my kids. He leafed through the notebook and left me as a counselor.
On this day I saw Streltsova Sr. again. We were getting ready to go to the circus and noticed that Genka didn’t show up. Having gone after him, I discovered that the boy was helping his mother, the cleaning lady, shovel snow - he didn’t tell her about the circus. Then we all armed ourselves with shovels and began to help, and Streltsova Sr., passing by, called me an eccentric, as if she was cursing me. But I wasn’t offended by her, but we ended up at the circus anyway, and I spent the rest of the treasured tenner on ice cream.
I never bought my mother a gift. I had to pretend that I forgot about my birthday. “I am completely confused both as a son and as a teacher.” The fact is that the teacher of my first-graders got sick, and I was assigned to guard the class during the test. I felt sorry for them and wrote a cheat sheet that everyone except Natasha used. She received the only bad mark in the class. Natasha is a truth-loving person, she didn’t cheat on principle, and when I reproached her, the girl stopped talking to me.
In the afternoon, dad called and demanded a report - what he bought for mom, when and where. I had to admit that I spent the money. I also boldly decided to admit to our new counselor that the first-graders cheated because of me. Sashka also gave me a surprise. Nastya found a bouquet of flowers in her desk and decided that Sashka had put them there. I had already decided that the time had come to “proudly retire,” when suddenly Sashka declared that he had nothing to do with it, and Nastya bought the flowers herself. Here I had to intervene and declare that I brought this unfortunate bouquet. After that, Sashka ran from me for a long time, “like a hare.” After that, I admitted the crime to the counselor and congratulated my mother over the phone.
In the department store where I tried to catch Sasha, I met our former counselor - she now worked as a saleswoman. I told her the whole story. She said that I had a teaching vocation and lent two rubles to my mother for flowers. Then I caught up with Sasha, we bought flowers and went to my place for a birthday cake.
It was quiet for several days. All the first-graders came to see me, except Natasha, and then I found out that the girl had inflamed appendicitis and was taken to the hospital. I told her grandmother that Natasha would be late at school, and then we were all first “A” to show up at the hospital. The surgeon was surprised, reassured me, and then winked - he also turned out to be an eccentric. I winked back and suddenly thought that it was because of the first “A” that I was “living a life that made me happy.” Retold by Yulia Peskovaya
Plot - summary:
- Dad leaves and leaves Bora money for a gift for mom.
- Borya becomes a first class counselor to impress Nastya Monakhova, but wants to give up this responsibility.
- Borya gets used to his first-graders and cannot refuse them.
- Together they find themselves in different situations; one of the mothers complains about Borya, but the children stand up for their counselor.
- Borya spends all the money left to him on entertainment for the children, nothing is left for a gift for his mother, but he honestly admitted this to his father.
- Borya helps the children write off a test, Natasha Morozova is offended by him.
- Natasha ended up in the hospital, Borya and the children came to her. Looking at them, Borya felt happy.
Zheleznikov “The eccentric from the sixth B” summary.
A funny story of Boris Zbanduto, a student of the sixth “B” grade of one of the Moscow schools.
When leaving on a business trip to Siberia, my father entrusted me with buying a gift for my mother’s birthday - he himself did not have time to return for the holiday. So ten rubles fell into my hands. I exchanged ten the next day. My bosom friend Sashka Smolin did not believe that such big money was mine.
To prove this, I took him to the cinema. But this story began with the return of Nastya Monakhova to our school. She left for a year - she left as an ugly duckling, and returned as a beauty. Sasha and I fell in love with her at the same time. It was because of Nastya that I agreed to become the counselor of the first “A”. When our counselor entrusted me with this important task, the whole class laughed: what kind of counselor am I? Only Nastya said that raising kids to be exemplary Octobrists is a serious matter. These words made me agree.
My mother, a physical education teacher and gymnast, was skeptical about this - she considered me a dunce. I myself very quickly forgot about my high mission as a counselor. Meanwhile, “our friendship with Sashka has reached a dead end because of Nastya.” When I talked to her, Sashka’s ruddy face became deathly pale, but my best friend appeared in nightmares.
My baby came for me herself. I had to go into their class. I couldn’t remember them all, and rashly promised to reduce the entire first “A” into an automatic photograph. I began to get involved in the fuss with the October students after the big-eyed first-grader Natasha Morozova distracted me from the important football match “sixth B versus sixth A.” The girl was scared of the dog, and I had to take her home. On the way, I learned that Natasha’s mother had died, her father worked as a doctor in Africa, and Natasha herself lived with her retired grandmother.
Sashka despised me for a long time because I abandoned the match, and “the first-graders completely defeated me.” I plunged headlong into the problems of the first “A”, while still managing to take Nastya for a walk and spend another ruble from my mother’s gift. Sashka and I decided to “look after Nastya under the cover of complete secrecy <…> until she falls in love with one of us. The defeated one will proudly leave."
It turns out that Nastya was joking when she talked about the importance of the counselor’s work. I even felt a little offended. One day one of my first graders asked me to button his pants. This was the last straw. I wrote a statement that “I am resigning from the high post of counselor because it interferes with my personal life.” Our counselor took my statement, but then my October students attacked me and started asking me not to leave.
In order not to succumb to pity, I began to remember how I separated the fighters and sewed up Natasha’s dress torn by a nail. To my surprise, “all these memories did not arouse in me either protest or indignation.” As a final farewell, I decided to take my students to automatic photography. Entering the first grade, I wrote about this on the board, and suddenly began to remember my first-graders, about their naive and lively faces. The next morning, I not only took the statement from the counselor, but also refused to go to the cinema with Nastya.
Nastya went to the cinema with Sashka, and I plunged headlong into fussing with the Octobrists. I spent a few more rubles from the “gift” tenner on automatic photography and pies with jam.
And after some time, a scandal broke out, “unexpected and grandiose. They suddenly decided to miserably remove me from the position of counselor.” Just that day I was supposed to take the kids to the circus. I wanted to go to the circus, but ended up with the director. Sitting in the waiting room, I remembered why all this happened.
It started with Natasha being scared of a lizard that a classmate slipped into her desk. Then I decided to fight cowardice using scientific methods - I gathered the first-graders at my place and set up a “horror attraction” in a dark room. Streltsov my “psychotherapy” only the second time. At home she told her mother everything. She immediately went to the director, and along with this story, told him about two others.
One of them happened at the very beginning of my activity, when I visited the houses of my wards. The father of first-grader Tolik collected porcelain. The boy treated me to tea from the rarest collection cup, which I, of course, broke. I didn’t know how rare it was, so I collected the fragments and threw them away. A scandal broke out, which Streltsova Sr. soon learned about.
Another story happened among the Streltsovs. Then the senior members of the Streltsov family treated me without prejudice and calmly left their Zina in my care. Zina invited Natasha and Tolik, and the fun began. As a result, Zina’s mother’s new yellow skirt was stained with ink. I suggested repainting it. The stain did not disappear, but my relationship with Streltsova Sr. became very complicated.
As luck would have it, on the day the director found out about my exploits, I immediately received five bad marks - Nastya was assigned to pull up those lagging behind, and I decided to take this place at all costs. Seeing these deuces, the director suddenly remembered that he had received a letter from the police about me. “The fact is that I was taken out of the pool with a scandal. I was there at a competition and whistled with two fingers.” But I whistled for a reason.
I then decided to make athletes out of the first-graders, so I brought them to the pool. The angry coach forced us all to undress, but chose only Streltsova. I told him that “their business is poorly done” - they are losing the competition, and they refuse to take on young and healthy recruits. After this conversation there were exhibition competitions, at which I booed the swimmer of this very coach.
My teaching career was hanging by a thread when my first-graders burst into the principal’s office and began to defend and defend me. It was then that the director noticed a notebook in my hand, where I had pasted all the snapshots of my kids. He leafed through the notebook and left me as a counselor.
On this day I saw Streltsova Sr. again. We were getting ready to go to the circus and noticed that Genka didn’t show up. Having gone after him, I discovered that the boy was helping his mother, the cleaning lady, shovel snow - he didn’t tell her about the circus. Then we all armed ourselves with shovels and began to help, and Streltsova Sr., passing by, called me an eccentric, as if she was cursing me. But I wasn’t offended by her, but we ended up at the circus anyway, and I spent the rest of the treasured tenner on ice cream.
I never bought my mother a gift. I had to pretend that I forgot about my birthday. “I am completely confused both as a son and as a teacher.” The fact is that the teacher of my first-graders got sick, and I was assigned to guard the class during the test. I felt sorry for them and wrote a cheat sheet that everyone except Natasha used. She received the only bad mark in the class. Natasha is a truth-loving person, she didn’t cheat on principle, and when I reproached her, the girl stopped talking to me.
In the afternoon, dad called and demanded a report - what he bought for mom, when and where. I had to admit that I spent the money. I also boldly decided to admit to our new counselor that the first-graders cheated because of me. Sashka also gave me a surprise. Nastya found a bouquet of flowers in her desk and decided that Sashka had put them there. I had already decided that the time had come to “proudly retire,” when suddenly Sashka declared that he had nothing to do with it, and Nastya bought the flowers herself. Here I had to intervene and declare that I brought this unfortunate bouquet. After that, Sashka ran from me for a long time, “like a hare.” After that, I admitted the crime to the counselor and congratulated my mother over the phone.
In the department store where I tried to catch Sasha, I met our former counselor - she now worked as a saleswoman. I told her the whole story. She said that I had a teaching vocation and lent two rubles to my mother for flowers. Then I caught up with Sasha, we bought flowers and went to my place for a birthday cake.
It was quiet for several days. All the first-graders came to see me, except Natasha, and then I found out that the girl had inflamed appendicitis and was taken to the hospital. I told her grandmother that Natasha would be late at school, and then we were all first “A” to show up at the hospital. The surgeon was surprised, reassured me, and then winked - he also turned out to be an eccentric. I winked back and suddenly thought that it was because of the first “A” that I was “living a life that made me happy.”
Proverbs for the work:
Doing what you love prolongs your life.
Look for a friend, and if you find him, take care.
Those who face people do not have their backs to them.
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