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I'll tell you about Fedya Rybkin, how he made the whole class laugh. He had a habit of making guys laugh. And he didn’t care: it was a break now or a lesson. So here it is. It started when Fedya got into a fight with Grisha Kopeikin over a bottle of mascara. But to tell the truth, there was no fight here. Nobody hit anyone. They simply tore the bottle out of each other’s hands, and the mascara splashed out of it, and one drop landed on Fedya’s forehead. This left him with a black blot the size of a nickel on his forehead.

At first Fedya got angry, and then he saw that the guys were laughing, looking at his blot, and decided that this was even better. And he did not wash off the blot.

Soon the bell rang, Zinaida Ivanovna came, and the lesson began. All the guys looked back at Fedya and slowly laughed at his blot. Fedya really liked that he could make the kids laugh with just his appearance. He deliberately stuck his finger into the bottle and smeared his nose with mascara. No one could look at him without laughing. The class became noisy.

At first Zinaida Ivanovna could not understand what was the matter, but soon she noticed Fedya’s blot and even stopped in surprise.

“What did you stain your face with, mascara?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Fedya nodded his head.

– What mascara? This one? Zinaida Ivanovna pointed to the bottle that stood on the desk.

“This one,” Fedya confirmed, and his mouth parted almost to his ears.

Zinaida Ivanovna put her glasses on her nose and looked at the black spots on Fedya’s face with a serious look, after which she sadly shook her head.

“You did it in vain, in vain!” she said.

“What?” Fedya became worried.

– Yes, you see, this mascara is chemical, poisonous. It eats away at the skin. As a result, the skin first begins to itch, then blisters appear on it, and then lichens and ulcers appear all over the face.

Fedya was scared. His face fell and his mouth opened of its own accord.

“I won’t smear myself with mascara anymore,” he mumbled.

“Yes, I really think you won’t do it again!” Zinaida Ivanovna grinned and continued the lesson.

Fedya quickly began to wipe away the mascara stains with a handkerchief, then turned his frightened face to Grisha Kopeikin and asked:

“Yes,” Grisha said in a whisper. Fedya again began to rub his face, rubbing it with a handkerchief and a blotter, but the black spots were deeply ingrained into the skin and did not rub off. Grisha handed Fedya an eraser and said:

- Here you go. I have a wonderful elastic band. Rub it, try it. If she doesn't help you, then it's a lost cause.

Fedya began to rub Grisha’s face with the rubber band, but that didn’t help either. Then he decided to run to wash himself and raised his hand. But Zinaida Ivanovna, as if on purpose, did not notice him. He stood up, then sat down, then rose on his tiptoes, trying to stretch his arm as high as possible. Finally Zinaida Ivanovna asked what he needed.

“Let me go wash,” Fedya asked in a plaintive voice.

– Is your face already itching?

“No,” Fedya hesitated. “It doesn’t seem to be itching yet.”

- Well, then sit down. You'll have time to wash yourself during recess.

Fedya sat down and again began to wipe his face with a blotter.

“Are you itching?” Grisha asked worriedly.

- No, it doesn’t seem to itch... No, it seems to itch. I can’t tell if it’s itching or not. It seems like it's already itching! Well, look, are there any more blisters?

“There are no blisters yet, but everything around is already red,” Grisha said in a whisper.

“Red?” Fedya was frightened. “Why did it turn red?” Maybe blisters or sores are already starting?

Fedya again began to raise his hand and ask Zinaida Ivanovna to let him wash.

“It’s itchy!” he whined.

Now he had no time to laugh. And Zinaida Ivanovna said:

- Nothing. Let it itch. But next time you won’t smear your face with anything.

Fedya sat as if on pins and needles and kept clutching his face with his hands. It began to seem to him that his face was actually starting to itch, and bumps were already beginning to swell in place of the spots.

“You better not have three,” Grisha advised him.

Finally the bell rang. Fedya was the first to jump out of the classroom and ran as fast as he could to the washbasin. There he spent the entire recess rubbing his face with soap, and the whole class was making fun of him. Finally he wiped the mascara stains clean and walked around looking serious for a whole week after that. I kept expecting blisters to appear on my face. But the blisters never popped up, and during this week Fedya even forgot how to laugh in class. Now he laughs only during breaks, and even then not always.

I'll tell you about Fedya Rybkin, how he made the whole class laugh. He had a habit of making guys laugh. And he didn’t care: it was a break now or a lesson. So here it is. It started when Fedya got into a fight with Grisha Kopeikin over a bottle of mascara. But to tell the truth, there was no fight here. Nobody hit anyone. They simply tore the bottle out of each other’s hands, and the mascara splashed out of it, and one drop landed on Fedya’s forehead. This left him with a black blot the size of a nickel on his forehead.
At first Fedya got angry, and then he saw that the guys were laughing, looking at his blot, and decided that this was even better. And he did not wash off the blot.

Soon the bell rang, Zinaida Ivanovna came, and the lesson began. All the guys looked back at Fedya and slowly laughed at his blot. Fedya really liked that he could make the kids laugh with just his appearance. He deliberately stuck his finger into the bottle and smeared his nose with mascara. No one could look at him without laughing. The class became noisy.
At first Zinaida Ivanovna could not understand what was going on here, but she soon noticed Fedya’s blot and even stopped in surprise.
- What did you stain your face with, mascara? - she asked.
“Yeah,” Fedya nodded his head.
- What mascara? This one?
Zinaida Ivanovna pointed to the bottle that stood on the desk.
“This one,” Fedya confirmed, and his mouth parted almost to his ears.
Zinaida Ivanovna put her glasses on her nose and looked at the black spots on Fedya’s face with a serious look, after which she sadly shook her head.
- You did it in vain, in vain! - she said.
- And what? - Fedya became worried.
- Yes, you see, this mascara is chemical, poisonous. It eats away at the skin. Because of this, the skin first begins to itch, then blisters appear on it, and then lichens and ulcers appear all over the face.
Fedya was scared. His face fell and his mouth opened of its own accord.
“I won’t wear mascara anymore,” he mumbled.
- Yes, I really think you won’t do it again! - Zinaida Ivanovna grinned and continued the lesson.
Fedya quickly began to wipe away the mascara stains with a handkerchief, then turned his frightened face to Grisha Kopeikin and asked:
- Eat?
“Yes,” Grisha said in a whisper.
Fedya again began to rub his face with a handkerchief, but the black spots were deeply ingrained into the skin and did not erase.
Grisha handed Fedya an eraser and said:
- Here you go. I have a wonderful elastic band. Rub it and try it. If she doesn't help you, then it's a lost cause.
Fedya began to rub Grisha’s face with the rubber band, but that didn’t help either. Then he decided to run to wash himself and raised his hand. But Zinaida Ivanovna, as if on purpose, did not notice him. He stood up, then sat down, then rose on tiptoes, trying to stretch his arm as high as possible. Finally Zinaida Ivanovna asked what he needed.
“Let me go wash,” Fedya asked in a plaintive voice.
- Is your face already itching?
“N-no,” Fedya hesitated. - It doesn’t seem to be itching yet.
- Well, then sit down. You'll have time to wash yourself during recess.
Fedya sat down and again began to wipe his face with a blotter.
- Does it itch? - Grisha asked worriedly.
- N-no, it doesn’t seem to itch... No, it seems to itch. I can’t tell if it’s itching or not. It seems like it's already itching! Well, look, are there any more blisters?
“There are no blisters yet, but everything around is already red,” Grisha said in a whisper.
- Are you blushing? - Fedya was scared. - Why did it turn red? Maybe blisters or sores are already starting?
Fedya again began to raise his hand and ask Zinaida Ivanovna to let him wash.
- It itches! - he whined.
Now he had no time to laugh. And Zinaida Ivanovna said:
- Nothing. Let it itch. But next time you won’t smear your face with anything.
Fedya sat as if on pins and needles and kept clutching his face with his hands. It began to seem to him that his face was actually starting to itch, and bumps were already beginning to swell in place of the spots.
“You better not have three,” Grisha advised him.
Finally the bell rang. Fedya was the first to jump out of the classroom and ran as fast as he could to the washbasin. There he spent the entire recess rubbing his face with soap, and the whole class was making fun of him. Finally, he wiped the mascara stains clean and walked around looking serious for a whole week after that. I kept expecting blisters to appear on my face. But the blisters never popped up, and during this week Fedya even forgot how to laugh in class. Now he laughs only during breaks, and even then not always.

Story. Illustrations. Semenov

An instructive story, The Blob, written by the wonderful children's writer Nikolai Nosov. In it he tells how the boy Fedya Rybkin loved to entertain his class. One day, Fedya and his friend Grisha did not share a bottle of mascara, and it spilled out, and one drop landed on Fedya’s forehead in the form of a blot. In order to find out what happened next, we recommend that you read the entire story of Klyaks.

Read the online story The Blob

I'll tell you about Fedya Rybkin, how he made the whole class laugh. He had a habit of making guys laugh. And he didn’t care: it was a break now or a lesson. So here it is. It started when Fedya got into a fight with Grisha Kopeikin over a bottle of mascara. But to tell the truth, there was no fight here. Nobody hit anyone. They simply tore the bottle out of each other’s hands, and the mascara splashed out of it, and one drop landed on Fedya’s forehead. This left him with a black blot the size of a nickel on his forehead.

At first Fedya got angry, and then he saw that the guys were laughing, looking at his blot, and decided that this was even better. And he did not wash off the blot.

Soon the bell rang, Zinaida Ivanovna came, and the lesson began. All the guys looked back at Fedya and slowly laughed at his blot. Fedya really liked that he could make the kids laugh with just his appearance. He deliberately stuck his finger into the bottle and smeared his nose with mascara. No one could look at him without laughing. The class became noisy.

At first Zinaida Ivanovna could not understand what was the matter, but soon she noticed Fedya’s blot and even stopped in surprise.

“What did you stain your face with, mascara?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Fedya nodded his head.

– What mascara? This one? Zinaida Ivanovna pointed to the bottle that stood on the desk.

“This one,” Fedya confirmed, and his mouth parted almost to his ears.

Zinaida Ivanovna put her glasses on her nose and looked at the black spots on Fedya’s face with a serious look, after which she sadly shook her head.

“You did it in vain, in vain!” she said.

“What?” Fedya became worried.

– Yes, you see, this mascara is chemical, poisonous. It eats away at the skin. As a result, the skin first begins to itch, then blisters appear on it, and then lichens and ulcers appear all over the face.

Fedya was scared. His face fell and his mouth opened of its own accord.

“I won’t smear myself with mascara anymore,” he mumbled.

“Yes, I really think you won’t do it again!” Zinaida Ivanovna grinned and continued the lesson.

Fedya quickly began to wipe away the mascara stains with a handkerchief, then turned his frightened face to Grisha Kopeikin and asked:

“Yes,” Grisha said in a whisper. Fedya again began to rub his face, rubbing it with a handkerchief and a blotter, but the black spots were deeply ingrained into the skin and did not rub off. Grisha handed Fedya an eraser and said:

- Here you go. I have a wonderful elastic band. Rub it, try it. If she doesn't help you, then it's a lost cause.

Fedya began to rub Grisha’s face with the rubber band, but that didn’t help either. Then he decided to run to wash himself and raised his hand. But Zinaida Ivanovna, as if on purpose, did not notice him. He stood up, then sat down, then rose on his tiptoes, trying to stretch his arm as high as possible. Finally Zinaida Ivanovna asked what he needed.

“Let me go wash,” Fedya asked in a plaintive voice.

– Is your face already itching?

“No,” Fedya hesitated. “It doesn’t seem to be itching yet.”

- Well, then sit down. You'll have time to wash yourself during recess.

Fedya sat down and again began to wipe his face with a blotter.

“Are you itching?” Grisha asked worriedly.

- No, it doesn’t seem to itch... No, it seems to itch. I can’t tell if it’s itching or not. It seems like it's already itching! Well, look, are there any more blisters?

“There are no blisters yet, but everything around is already red,” Grisha said in a whisper.

“Red?” Fedya was frightened. “Why did it turn red?” Maybe blisters or sores are already starting?

Fedya again began to raise his hand and ask Zinaida Ivanovna to let him wash.

“It’s itchy!” he whined.

Now he had no time to laugh. And Zinaida Ivanovna said:

- Nothing. Let it itch. But next time you won’t smear your face with anything.

Fedya sat as if on pins and needles and kept clutching his face with his hands. It began to seem to him that his face was actually starting to itch, and bumps were already beginning to swell in place of the spots.

“You better not have three,” Grisha advised him.

Finally the bell rang. Fedya was the first to jump out of the classroom and ran as fast as he could to the washbasin. There he spent the entire recess rubbing his face with soap, and the whole class was making fun of him. Finally he wiped the mascara stains clean and walked around looking serious for a whole week after that. I kept expecting blisters to appear on my face. But the blisters never popped up, and during this week Fedya even forgot how to laugh in class. Now he laughs only during breaks, and even then not always.

I'll tell you about Fedya Rybkin, how he made the whole class laugh. He had a habit of making guys laugh. And he didn’t care: it was a break now or a lesson. So here it is. It started when Fedya got into a fight with Grisha Kopeikin over a bottle of mascara. But to tell the truth, there was no fight here. Nobody hit anyone. They simply tore the bottle out of each other’s hands, and the mascara splashed out of it, and one drop landed on Fedya’s forehead. This left him with a black blot the size of a nickel on his forehead.

At first Fedya got angry, and then he saw that the guys were laughing, looking at his blot, and decided that this was even better. And he did not wash off the blot.

Soon the bell rang, Zinaida Ivanovna came, and the lesson began. All the guys looked back at Fedya and slowly laughed at his blot. Fedya really liked that he could make the kids laugh with just his appearance. He deliberately stuck his finger into the bottle and smeared his nose with mascara. No one could look at him without laughing. The class became noisy.

At first Zinaida Ivanovna could not understand what was going on here, but she soon noticed Fedya’s blot and even stopped in surprise.

What did you stain your face with, mascara? - she asked.

“Yeah,” Fedya nodded his head.

What mascara? This one?

Zinaida Ivanovna pointed to the bottle that stood on the desk.

This one,” Fedya confirmed, and his mouth parted almost to his ears.

Zinaida Ivanovna put her glasses on her nose and looked at the black spots on Fedya’s face with a serious look, after which she sadly shook her head.

You did it in vain, in vain! - she said.

And what? - Fedya became worried.

Yes, you see, this mascara is chemical and poisonous. It eats away at the skin. Because of this, the skin first begins to itch, then blisters appear on it, and then lichens and ulcers appear all over the face.

Fedya was scared. His face fell and his mouth opened of its own accord.

“I won’t wear mascara anymore,” he muttered.

Yes, I really think you won’t do it again! - Zinaida Ivanovna grinned and continued the lesson.

Fedya quickly began to wipe away the mascara stains with a handkerchief, then turned his frightened face to Grisha Kopeikin and asked:

“Yes,” Grisha said in a whisper.

Fedya again began to rub his face with a handkerchief, but the black spots were deeply ingrained into the skin and did not erase.

Grisha handed Fedya an eraser and said:

Here you go. I have a wonderful elastic band. Rub it and try it. If she doesn't help you, then it's a lost cause.

Fedya began to rub Grisha’s face with the rubber band, but that didn’t help either. Then he decided to run to wash himself and raised his hand. But Zinaida Ivanovna, as if on purpose, did not notice him. He stood up, then sat down, then rose on tiptoes, trying to stretch his arm as high as possible. Finally Zinaida Ivanovna asked what he needed.

“Let me go and wash,” Fedya asked in a plaintive voice.

Is your face already itching?

N-no,” Fedya hesitated. - It doesn’t seem to be itching yet.

Well, then sit down. You'll have time to wash yourself during recess.

Fedya sat down and again began to wipe his face with a blotter.

Is it itchy? - Grisha asked worriedly.

N-no, it doesn’t seem to itch... No, it seems to itch. I can’t tell if it’s itching or not. It seems like it's already itching! Well, look, are there any more blisters?

“There are no blisters yet, but everything around is already red,” Grisha said in a whisper.

Are you blushing? - Fedya was scared. - Why did it turn red? Maybe blisters or sores are already starting?

Fedya again began to raise his hand and ask Zinaida Ivanovna to let him wash.

It's itchy! - he whined.

Now he had no time to laugh. And Zinaida Ivanovna said:

Nothing. Let it itch. But next time you won’t smear your face with anything.

Fedya sat as if on pins and needles and kept clutching his face with his hands. It began to seem to him that his face was actually starting to itch, and bumps were already beginning to swell in place of the spots.

“You better not have three,” Grisha advised him.

Finally the bell rang. Fedya was the first to jump out of the classroom and ran as fast as he could to the washbasin. There he spent the entire recess rubbing his face with soap, and the whole class was making fun of him. Finally, he wiped the mascara stains clean and walked around looking serious for a whole week after that. I kept expecting blisters to appear on my face. But the blisters never popped up, and during this week Fedya even forgot how to laugh in class. Now he laughs only during breaks, and even then not always.

I'll tell you about Fedya Rybkin, how he made the whole class laugh. He had a habit of making guys laugh. And he didn’t care: it was a break now or a lesson. So here it is. It started when Fedya got into a fight with Grisha Kopeikin over a bottle of mascara. But to tell the truth, there was no fight here. Nobody hit anyone. They simply tore the bottle out of each other’s hands, and the mascara splashed out of it, and one drop landed on Fedya’s forehead. This left him with a black blot the size of a nickel on his forehead.
At first Fedya got angry, and then he saw that the guys were laughing, looking at his blot, and decided that this was even better. And he did not wash off the blot.

Soon the bell rang, Zinaida Ivanovna came, and the lesson began. All the guys looked back at Fedya and slowly laughed at his blot. Fedya really liked that he could make the kids laugh with just his appearance. He deliberately stuck his finger into the bottle and smeared his nose with mascara. No one could look at him without laughing. The class became noisy.
At first Zinaida Ivanovna could not understand what was going on here, but she soon noticed Fedya’s blot and even stopped in surprise.
- What did you stain your face with, mascara? - she asked.
“Yeah,” Fedya nodded his head.
- What mascara? This one?
Zinaida Ivanovna pointed to the bottle that stood on the desk.
“This one,” Fedya confirmed, and his mouth parted almost to his ears.
Zinaida Ivanovna put her glasses on her nose and looked at the black spots on Fedya’s face with a serious look, after which she sadly shook her head.
- You did it in vain, in vain! - she said.
- And what? - Fedya became worried.
- Yes, you see, this mascara is chemical, poisonous. It eats away at the skin. Because of this, the skin first begins to itch, then blisters appear on it, and then lichens and ulcers appear all over the face.
Fedya was scared. His face fell and his mouth opened of its own accord.
“I won’t wear mascara anymore,” he mumbled.
- Yes, I really think you won’t do it again! - Zinaida Ivanovna grinned and continued the lesson.
Fedya quickly began to wipe away the mascara stains with a handkerchief, then turned his frightened face to Grisha Kopeikin and asked:
- Eat?
“Yes,” Grisha said in a whisper.
Fedya again began to rub his face with a handkerchief, but the black spots were deeply ingrained into the skin and did not erase.
Grisha handed Fedya an eraser and said:
- Here you go. I have a wonderful elastic band. Rub it and try it. If she doesn't help you, then it's a lost cause.
Fedya began to rub Grisha’s face with the rubber band, but that didn’t help either. Then he decided to run to wash himself and raised his hand. But Zinaida Ivanovna, as if on purpose, did not notice him. He stood up, then sat down, then rose on tiptoes, trying to stretch his arm as high as possible. Finally Zinaida Ivanovna asked what he needed.
“Let me go wash,” Fedya asked in a plaintive voice.
- Is your face already itching?
“N-no,” Fedya hesitated. - It doesn’t seem to be itching yet.
- Well, then sit down. You'll have time to wash yourself during recess.
Fedya sat down and again began to wipe his face with a blotter.
- Does it itch? - Grisha asked worriedly.
- N-no, it doesn’t seem to itch... No, it seems to itch. I can’t tell if it’s itching or not. It seems like it's already itching! Well, look, are there any more blisters?
“There are no blisters yet, but everything around is already red,” Grisha said in a whisper.
- Are you blushing? - Fedya was scared. - Why did it turn red? Maybe blisters or sores are already starting?
Fedya again began to raise his hand and ask Zinaida Ivanovna to let him wash.
- It itches! - he whined.
Now he had no time to laugh. And Zinaida Ivanovna said:
- Nothing. Let it itch. But next time you won’t smear your face with anything.
Fedya sat as if on pins and needles and kept clutching his face with his hands. It began to seem to him that his face was actually starting to itch, and bumps were already beginning to swell in place of the spots.
“You better not have three,” Grisha advised him.
Finally the bell rang. Fedya was the first to jump out of the classroom and ran as fast as he could to the washbasin. There he spent the entire recess rubbing his face with soap, and the whole class was making fun of him. Finally, he wiped the mascara stains clean and walked around looking serious for a whole week after that. I kept expecting blisters to appear on my face. But the blisters never popped up, and during this week Fedya even forgot how to laugh in class. Now he laughs only during breaks, and even then not always.