These stories were told by my eighth graders after they met M.A.’s story in a literature lesson. Osorgina "Pince-nez".

Party ticket

After a while, I remembered that my ticket had not caught my eye for a long time, I looked at the shelf where, as I remembered, I had put it - no. The scanned one is there, but the real one is not there.

I looked for it, turned the whole apartment upside down, was worried, asked everyone, but no one could help me: no one had seen the ticket. I even went to the Service Center in the hope that I accidentally left it there. But...alas! And there was no ticket there.

At home they told me that they wouldn’t let me in based on the photocopy, and, completely upset, I decided to take a walk.

In the vestibule, putting on my sneakers, I found... a ticket. He lay calmly, dormant behind the shoe cabinet. When I moved the cabinet slightly, he... as it seemed to me, he stood up and looked at me in surprise, apparently, he was dissatisfied with being disturbed.

You probably thought that when I came home from the Service Center, I simply accidentally dropped it behind the cabinet. But I am absolutely sure that this could not have happened, and I am convinced that my ticket decided to take a walk around the apartment and, tired from a multi-day walk, the reveler decided to rest in the vestibule.

Yes, all things live their own lives.

How the mug punished me

One day my mug went missing. I once poured tea into it, drank it, and left the mug on the coffee table, near the chair. I had no idea that she could disappear. But when I decided to drink tea again, I discovered it was missing.

I spent a long time looking for my favorite mug throughout the apartment, but it seemed to have disappeared into the ground. When I no longer had the strength to look, I took another mug and soon forgot about the old one.

After some time, renovations began in the apartment. They began to take things out of the room, including a sofa and armchairs. Imagine my surprise when I found my mug behind the chair! It turns out that all this time she was lying, or rather, “sagging,” pressed against the wall with the back of her chair.

Apparently, she cleverly decided to hide from me, punishing me for not putting her back in her place.

Strange things happen to things...

Surprisingly, things have a habit of disappearing at the most inopportune moments. Sometimes it’s impossible to find an eraser, sometimes a pencil, sometimes a pen. You turn the whole apartment over, search it up and down - and not a trace. It’s amazing, but then they appear, and most often when you have already found a replacement for them.

My leaders in the number of “escapes” are pencils. You put it in one place, and a minute later you look and it’s gone. You search and search - to no avail. You find it completely by accident and in the most unexpected place. Books also have a strange habit of constantly hiding.

Yes, strange things sometimes happen to things...

Pencil with the soul of a traveler

Throughout a person’s life, he is surrounded by all sorts of things that he creates for his own convenience. These things can be anything - from pencils to furniture and cars. But it is with pencils (and even with pens) that we have the most problems. We constantly forget them somewhere and lose them. There is probably no person on Earth who has never lost a pen or pencil in his life.One such incident happened to me.

On New Year I was given a wonderful retractable pencil. He lived with me for about three months. During this time I managed to lose him several times. I found it in the most unexpected places: sometimes in a vest pocket, sometimes under the bed, sometimes in a crevice of the sofa. But the last time he disappeared forever. Having interrupted the entire apartment, I was annoyed and bought myself a new pencil.

Sometimes it seems to me that every thing has a soul. Perhaps my pencil had the soul of a traveler. Having traveled around the apartment and explored everything in it interesting corners, he probably decided to expand the boundaries of his world and went for a walk outside the apartment. Maybe one day I’ll meet him somewhere and tell him: “What a reveler you are!”

Curious pen

Happened to me once amazing story. Sometime during school year They bought me a new briefcase. When we brought the briefcase home, I began to carefully study it and, having discovered a secret compartment in it, I immediately decided that I would put pens, pencils, a ruler and an eraser in it. I have had good mood, and I completely forgot about the lessons, about the essay assigned for that day. But homework had to be done. I finished writing the draft essay only at midnight. I quickly washed my face and went to bed.

The next day, when I came to school with an old briefcase, I didn’t find a single pen in it. During class, I asked my friend Maxim for a spare pen. Returning home, I sat down at the table, took out a draft, a notebook for essays, and then I remembered that the pen was in my new briefcase. I unzipped the secret pocket and put my hand in there, but, to my great surprise, there was nothing there. I searched my pocket for another minute until I was completely sure that it was empty.

After a few minutes I realized the seriousness of this incident. There was not a single pen in the house. Except for a few non-writers. I didn’t have money to go to the store for a new pen, and neither of my parents were at home. True, my grandmother was supposed to return from work in an hour, but I was given a lot of lessons and I might not have time to learn them until the evening. However, there was nothing else to do but wait for the grandmother to arrive.

Half an hour later the phone rang. I picked up the phone and heard my grandmother's voice:

Sanya, I’ll stay at work for another hour. If you want to eat, there are dumplings in the refrigerator. Cook and eat.

Okay, grandma, bye, that’s all I could say.

Entering the room, I gave the briefcase a hearty kick. Something flew out of it, hit the wall and fell on the carpet nearby. Looking closer, I saw that it was a pen. He picked her up and began to do his homework.

We recently had a competition for the best fairy tale about some subject. Here are all the texts starting with the winner:

OLD SLIPPERS
Part 1.
In one city there lived two slipper brothers. The poor old grandmother wore them. Their names were Top-Top and Clap-Clap. They very often fought among themselves: who of them is more beautiful? But this did not last long. They were tied up and taken to the trash heap. They fell in love, but a week later they went on a trip in a garbage truck.
Part 2.
They were driving and saw a lot more garbage, but suddenly they swayed and they spilled onto the board. The board began to move, and they fell into a special machine. They were washed there, sewed and much more. And they sang:
Cheers cheers! We are clean!
Beautiful, good,
Wired, beautiful -
Cheers cheers! Irie!

But suddenly they fell silent! They were scared. And it turns out they put labels on them and went to the store!
Part 3.
Before they had time to get there, someone pointed a finger at them, and they went in the cart to the checkout. But they fell into good hands and lived happily ever after. They were sewn up and washed every day. (

THOUGHT TRAFFIC LIGHT
Chapter 1.
Once upon a time there was a traffic light. His name was Forik. He did a good job at his job. Then one day he became thoughtful and daydreaming. Forik thought: “I wish I could go home and rest; I’m already tired of working.” Suddenly someone started knocking on him, and he woke up.
Chapter 2.
While the traffic light was dreaming, this is what happened: the traffic light showed red for people, but green for cars, all at once. Everything was mixed up, cars were driving out of order, and people just stood there. Some people needed to go to work, others needed to pick up their children from school. Everything was bad. But suddenly someone thought of knocking on the traffic light.
Chapter 3.
Forik never dreamed at work again.
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Dear reader!
I hope you found this book interesting and were able to take a good example from it!!!(

ABOUT MAGNET
Chapter 1. Brave Magnet.
Once upon a time there lived a brave Magnet. He complained that he was not being used. One day he was accidentally taken to war: a soldier played with Magnet and mechanically put it in his pocket, and then went off to fight. As the soldier ran across the battlefield, Magnet magnetized the dagger of the slain enemy. The soldier took the dagger in his hands and looked at it: the blade was golden, and there was an inscription on it. Here are the words: “Whoever takes this dagger will get rid of his enemies, and they will not appear again.” And indeed all the enemies disappeared. The soldier lived happily when he came home. And Magnet helped the soldier defeat his enemies.
Chapter 2. Vic-Vik's trouble.
We forgot to tell you that our Magnet's name is Chick-Chick. Chick-Chick found his friend Vik-Vik. You probably know that magnets become magnetized if they are placed next to each other. That was the problem with Vic-Vik. Chick-Chick became magnetized to Vik-Vik. And Vik-Vik was old. As a result, Vik-Vik cracked, although from the outside it seemed unharmed. But the owner of Vik-Vik was good. He glued these pieces together. And Vic-Vik was glad that he was useful.(

A TALE ABOUT A BOOK
Chapter 1. Lonely book. How she lived.
Once upon a time there was a lonely book. She sat and was bored. Nobody paid attention to her. And no one took her to read. Oh, how many interesting things there were in it! She traveled throughout the country of Germany. And now she was sitting on a bench and stayed here for the night.
Chapter 2. Restaurant.
In general, this is not what I want to tell you about. Not how she lived, but how she traveled and what happened to her. Listen carefully. I ask you a task: what was this book like and what is the end of the story - sad or happy?
The next morning she was very hungry and went to a restaurant. There she ate ice cream and a cocktail. She liked it here and stayed here. The birds are singing, the sun is warming. Birds are singing. Every day she ate at the restaurant. There she usually ate potatoes and cutlets. And she lived in a house where the owners went to Moscow for a week on business.
Chapter 3. The book becomes a favorite.
Once she thought about children. Soon she was ready and went to kindergarten. On the way she met an uncle and he took her there. On the way, his daughter read the entire book. All of it - because it was childish and very interesting. The girl told her friends about her. Now the children were so interested in it that they did nothing but read it. So this book is happy until the end of time.(

We are surrounded by many things without which we simply cannot imagine our lives, they are so “for granted” for us. It's hard to believe that once upon a time there were no matches, pillows or forks for eating. But all these objects have gone through a long path of modification to come to us in the form in which we know them.

We have already told you. And now we invite you to learn the complex history of such simple things as matches, a pillow, a fork, and perfume.

Let there be fire!

In fact, the match is not such an ancient invention. As a result of various discoveries in the field of chemistry in the late 18th and early 19th centuries, objects resembling the modern match were simultaneously invented in many countries around the world. It was first created by the chemist Jean Chancel in 1805 in France. He attached a ball of sulfur, bertholite salt and cinnabar to a wooden stick. With sharp friction of such a mixture with sulfuric acid, a spark appeared that set fire to a wooden shelf - much longer than that of modern matches.

Eight years later, the first manufactory was opened, aimed at mass production of match products. By the way, back then this product was called “sulfur” because of the main material used for its production.

At this time, in England, pharmacist John Walker was experimenting with chemical matches. He made their heads from a mixture of antimony sulfide, bertholite salt and gum arabic. When such a head rubbed against a rough surface, it quickly flared up. But such matches were not very popular among buyers due to the terrible smell and huge size of 91 centimeters. They were sold in wooden boxes of one hundred each and were later replaced by smaller matches.

Various inventors have tried to create their own version of the popular incendiary product. One 19-year-old chemist even made phosphorus matches that were so flammable that they lit themselves in a box due to friction against each other.

The essence of the young chemist’s experiment with phosphorus was correct, but he made a mistake with the proportion and consistency. Swede Johan Lundström in 1855 created a mixture of red phosphorus for the head of a match and used the same phosphorus for incendiary sandpaper. Lundstrem's matches did not ignite on their own and were completely safe for human health. It is this type of matches that we use now, only with a slight modification: phosphorus has been excluded from the composition.

In 1876, there were 121 match production factories, most of which merged into large concerns.

Now factories for the production of matches exist in all countries of the world. In most of them, sulfur and chlorine were replaced with paraffin and chlorine-free oxidizing agents.

Item of excessive luxury

The first mention of this tableware appeared in the 9th century in the East. Before the advent of the fork, people only ate food with a knife, spoon, or with their hands. The aristocratic segments of the population used a pair of knives to absorb non-liquid food: with one they cut the food, with the other they transferred it to the mouth.

Evidence has also emerged that the fork actually first appeared in Byzantium in 1072 in the emperor's house. It was made one and only from gold for Princess Mary because she did not want to humiliate herself and eat with her hands. The fork only had two tines for stabbing food.

In France, until the 16th century, neither a fork nor a spoon was used at all. Only Queen Jeanne had a fork, which she kept from prying eyes in a secret case.

All attempts to introduce this kitchen item into widespread use were immediately opposed by the church. Catholic ministers believed that a fork was an unnecessary luxury item. The aristocracy and the royal court, which introduced this subject into daily life, were regarded as blasphemers and accused of being associated with the devil.

But despite the resistance, the fork was first widely used in the homeland of the Catholic Church - in Italy in the 17th century. It was a mandatory item for all aristocrats and merchants. Thanks to the latter, she began traveling throughout Europe. The fork came to England and Germany in the 18th century, and to Russia in the 17th century it was brought by False Dmitry 1.

Then the forks had a different number of tines: five and four.

For a long time, this subject was treated with caution, vile proverbs and stories were composed. At the same time, signs began to appear: if you drop a fork on the floor, there will be trouble.

Under the ear

Nowadays it is difficult to imagine a home without pillows, but previously this was the privilege of only rich people.

During excavations of the tombs of the pharaohs and Egyptian nobility, the first pillows in the world were discovered. According to chronicles and drawings, the pillow was invented with a single purpose - to protect complex hairstyle during sleep. In addition, the Egyptians painted on them various symbols, images of the Gods to protect people at night from demons.

In ancient China, the production of pillows became a profitable and expensive business. Ordinary Chinese and Japanese pillows were made of stone, wood, metal or porcelain and gave them rectangular shape. The word pillow itself comes from the combination of “under” and “ear”.

Woven pillows and mattresses stuffed with soft material first appeared among the Greeks, who spent most of their lives on beds. In Greece, they were painted, decorated with various patterns, turning them into interior items. They were stuffed with animal hair, grass, down and bird feathers, and the pillowcase was made of leather or fabric. The pillow could be of any shape and size. Already in the 5th century BC, every rich Greek had a pillow.

But most of all, the pillow enjoys popularity and respect, both in the past and today, in the countries of the Arab world. In rich houses they were decorated with fringe, tassels, and embroidery, because it testified to the high status of the owner.

Since the Middle Ages, they began to make small pillows for the feet, which helped to keep warm, since in stone castles the floors were made of cold slabs. Because of the same cold, they invented a pillow under the knees for prayer and a riding pillow to soften the saddle.

In Rus', pillows were given to the groom as part of the bride's dowry, so the girl was obliged to embroider a cover for it herself. Only rich people could have down pillows. Peasants made them from hay or horsehair.

In the 19th century in Germany, doctor Otto Steiner, as a result of research, discovered that in down pillows, at the slightest penetration of moisture, billions of microorganisms multiply. Because of this, they began to use foam rubber or waterfowl down. Over time, scientists synthesized an artificial fiber that is indistinguishable from fluff, but convenient for washing and everyday use.

When the world's manufacturing boom began, pillows began to be mass produced. As a result, their price dropped and they became available to absolutely everyone.

EAU DE PARFUM

There is ample evidence of the use of perfume in Ancient Egypt during sacrifices to the Gods. It was here that the art of creating perfumes was born. In addition, even in the Bible there is mention of the existence of various aromatic oils.

The world's first perfumer was a woman named Tapputi. She lived in the 10th century BC in Mesopotamia and created various scents through chemical experiments with flowers and oils. Memories of her are preserved in ancient tablets.

Archaeologists also discovered on the island of Cyprus an ancient workshop with bottles of aromatic water that are more than 4,000 years old. The containers contained mixtures of herbs, flowers, spices, fruits, pine resin and almonds.

In the 9th century, the first “Book of the Chemistry of Spirits and Distillations” was written, created by an Arabian chemist. It described more than a hundred perfume recipes and many ways to obtain the aroma.

Perfumes came to Europe only in the 14th century from the Islamic world. It was in Hungary in 1370 that the queen first risked making perfume to order. Flavored water has become popular across the continent.

The Italians took over this baton during the Renaissance, and the Medici dynasty brought perfume to France, where it was used to hide the smell of unwashed bodies.

In the vicinity of Grasse, they began to specially grow varieties of flowers and plants for perfumes, turning it into a whole production. Until now, France is considered the center of the perfume industry.

Everything that surrounds us has a history!

One day I was walking down the street. Suddenly it started to rain heavily. I decided to hide from the rain and went through the first open door. Imagine my surprise when to the left of the entrance I saw a sign - the “Everything for Happiness” store.

What did people not buy from it? Happy hours, kind words, lucky tickets, smiles, understanding, care...

I also decided to make a purchase in this amazing store. At first it was the sweets that caught my attention. In this store they looked so attractive that I wanted to eat them right there on the spot.

But then my gaze settled on the lucky pillow, which itself knew how to tell fairy tales and give cozy dreams. I really wanted to buy this pillow! I thought that in the evening, laying my head on this pillow, I would forget about all my problems and become as happy as a baby.

But I ended up buying a completely different item. It was a small coin, sparkling in the sun, either gold-plated or silver-plated. I put the coin in my pocket and went home. On the way, I kept checking the coin, squeezing it in my fist. The realization that the coin was in my pocket made me smile all the time. I was happy. Why? Until I knew this...

But soon everything became clear.

Mom and dad planned a trip to the sea. I love the sea, radiant, bright, alluring. In less than a few days we found ourselves on the sea coast. Of course, I took a coin from the “Everything for Happiness” store with me. The holiday was a great success! Before leaving, I threw a lucky coin into the sea. To return to it again, boundless and happy. So that's what I needed this coin for!

...I bought a small coin at the “Everything for Happiness” store. And she made me happy! There is such a sign - if you throw a coin into the sea, you will definitely return to it again.

This is the story that happened with the thing that I bought at the “Everything for Happiness” store.