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Irina Gurin

Once upon a time there was a boy Vasya. He did not like to clean up the toys in the evening. So fun and interesting to play! On the floor ranks were soldiers behind them fyrchali coarse-zoviki, tractor, four small cars and excavator. Bear, dog, duck and Vasya hid behind diva¬nom. Then comes the moment of the decisive battle. Soldiers scattered in different directions. The truck went under the cabinet. Tractor with excavator fled in the hallway, and small cars generally skedaddle in an unknown direction.
Winner Bob beat the drum and solemnly marched across the room, raspinyvaya foot falls on the way toys. Evening came, looked into my mother's room and said gently:
- Vasya, it's time for dinner. Clean toys.
- Yeah, - Bob replied and continued to march.

- Basil - angry dad. - Yes, but when you finally you clean toys?
- Now - Bob replied and quickly shove toys under the wardrobe, bed, sofa, table and chair.
And once that's what happened.
John, as usual, scattered their fighters and transport at the corners and went to bed.
 
Suddenly the window grew huge shadow. She has long koly¬halas in the air, and then gently passed through the glass. Bob hiding, but his eyes did not close. His tormented lyubopyt-tion: who is came to him.
Middle of the room was a real witch. She was wearing a dark blue dress and cloak of moths. They fluttered its wings, flying away in different directions when she waved his hands. And again came together, almost fairy clapping her hands.
- Do not worry, John, - she said quietly. - I sorceress Neuberinda! If you want, I'll take you to his magical land? There's no one makes children clean toys, where you can throw candy wrappers, not obey mom and dad and dump their stuff in a pile!
- I want to! I want to! - Bob happy.
- Then you have to say: "I will never have'll clean up! I - slut! "
- I never did will not clean up, I - slut! - Bob dutifully repeated, getting out from under the blanket.
At the same moment moths picked up the boy and carried him out of the room.
They flew for a long time past the colored planets, the Milky Way, far away, on another planet!
Moths landed with Vasya middle of the street, as two drops of water similar to his street. And the house before ko¬torym Bob stood, too, was the same as his home.
At first the boy thought his Neuberinda obmanu¬la, and they came back, but then I realized that it is not. The dusty street the wind drove the wrapper paper, candy wrappers, plastic cups and other debris.
- Why are there so dirty? - Bob surprised.
- In our country, no one cleans. Remember, you swore sluts!
- Ah, - said Vasya and went looking for his friends. But in the courtyard was empty.
- Where is everyone? - He asked Neuberindu.
- Your friends are not worthy to become citizens of our country, - said the sorceress. - They are always clean toys, put books on the shelves and neatly folded clothes before going to bed!
- Who do I play?
- In the next yard there Kolya. Go to him, - ot¬vetila Neuberinda.
Indeed, on a bench surrounded by bags of cookies, candy wrappers and bottles of juice sitting chuma¬zy boy.
- Hi, - he drawled Vase sticky palm.
- You've got your hands dirty - outraged Bob.
- No, they just sweet. This is due to the juice. I have it on shta¬ny shed.
- Go on, get dressed, - Bob suggested. - Hands together pomoesh.
- I have lost all things - sadly said Kohl. - A hand wash my reluctance, then still dirty.
- Why do not belong in the trash trash - not uspokai¬valsya Bob.
- What are you stuck? Are you a spy? We do not have boxes! It is a country "Besporyandiya"!
- Yes, - said Bob surprise. - I'm just not lyu¬bil clean toys! But I do not want to go to stain your clothes. And my mother taught me to throw trash in the trash only, or on the street is dirty and ugly.
Then he thought a bit and added:
- Dirty here! But if no one here does not remove, the po¬luchaetsya that garbage will be added and