Perm. magic colors

Once in a hundred years, the kindest of all the kindest old men - Santa Claus - on New Year's Eve brings seven magical colors. With these paints you can draw whatever you want, and the drawn will come to life.

If you want - draw a herd of cows and then graze them. If you want - draw a ship and sail on it ... Or a starship - and fly to the stars. And if you need to draw something simpler, like a chair, please... Draw and sit on it. You can draw anything with magic paints, even soap, and it will lather. Therefore, Santa Claus brings magical colors to the kindest of all the kindest children.

And this is understandable ... If such paints fall into the hands of an evil boy or an evil girl, they can do a lot of trouble. It is worth, say, to add a second nose to a person with these paints, and he will be two-nosed. It is worth adding horns to a dog, a mustache to a chicken, and a hump to a cat, and the dog will be horned, the chicken mustachioed, and the cat will be humpbacked.

Therefore, Santa Claus checks the hearts of children for a very long time, and then chooses which of them to give magic paints.

For the last time, Santa Claus gave magic colors to one of the kindest of all the kindest boys.

The boy was very happy with the colors and immediately began to draw. Draw for others. Because he was the kindest of all the kindest boys. He drew a warm scarf for his grandmother, an elegant dress for his mother, and a new hunting rifle for his father. The boy drew eyes for a blind old man, and a big, big school for his comrades ...

He drew, without unbending, all day and all evening ... He drew on the second, and on the third, and on the fourth day ... He painted, wishing people well. I painted until I ran out of paint. But...

But no one could use the drawing. The handkerchief drawn by the grandmother looked like a washcloth, and the dress drawn by the mother turned out to be so crooked, colorful and baggy that she did not even want to try it on. The gun was no different from the club. The blind man's eyes looked like two blue blobs, and he could not see through them. And the school, which the boy painted very diligently, turned out to be so terrible that they were even afraid to come close to it. Falling walls. Roof on one side. Crooked windows. Slanting doors ... A monster, not a house. They did not want to take the ugly building even for a warehouse.

So trees appeared on the street, similar to old panicles. There were horses with wiry legs, cars with some strange circles instead of wheels, airplanes with heavy wings, electric wires as thick as a log, fur coats and coats with one sleeve longer than the other ... Thus, thousands of things appeared that could not be used, and the people were horrified.

How could you do so much evil, the kindest of all the kindest boys?

And the boy cried. He so wanted to make people happy, but, not knowing how to draw, he wasted paint in vain.

The boy was crying so loudly and inconsolably that he was heard by the kindest of all the kindest old men - Santa Claus. Heard and returned to him. He returned and put paints in front of the boy.

Only this, my friend, simple colors... But they can become magical if you want it...

So said Santa Claus and left ...

A year has passed... Two years have passed... Many, many years have passed. The boy became a young man, then an adult, and then an old man ... He painted with simple colors all his life. I painted at home. He painted people's faces. Clothes. Aircraft. Bridges. Railway stations. Palaces ... And the time has come, happy days have come, when what he drew on paper began to turn into life ...

There were many beautiful buildings built according to his drawings.

Wonderful planes flew. Unknown bridges spread from coast to coast... And no one wanted to believe that all this was painted with simple paints. Everyone called them magic...

This happens in the wide world... This happens not only with paints, but also with an ordinary ax or a sewing needle, and even with simple clay... This happens with everything that the hands of the greatest magician of all the greatest magicians touch - the hands of a hardworking, persevering man...

magic colors

Once in a hundred years, on New Year's Eve, the kindest of all the kindest old people, Santa Claus, brings seven magical colors. With these paints you can draw whatever you want, and the drawn will come to life.

If you want - draw a herd of cows and then graze them. If you want - draw a ship and sail on it. Or a starship and fly to the stars. And if you need to draw something simpler, like a chair, please. Draw and sit on it.

Santa Claus brings these colors to the kindest of all the kindest children. And this is understandable. If such paints fall into the hands of an evil boy or an evil girl, they can do a lot of trouble. They will add a second nose to a person, and the person will be two-nosed. They will draw horns for a dog, a mustache for a chicken, and a hump for a cat, and the dog will be horned, the chicken will be whiskered, and the cat will be humpbacked.

Therefore, Santa Claus chooses for a very long time which of the children to give magic colors.

The last time he gave them to a very kind boy. The kindest of the kindest.

The boy was very happy with the gift and immediately began to draw. He drew a warm scarf for his grandmother, an elegant dress for his mother, and a hunting rifle for his father. The boy drew eyes for a blind old man, and a big, big school for his comrades.

But no one could use the drawing. Grandmother's handkerchief looked like a washcloth, and the mother's dress was so crooked, colorful, and baggy that she didn't even want to try it on. The gun was no different from the club. The blind man's eyes looked like two blue blobs, and he could not see through them. And the school, which the boy painted very diligently, turned out to be so ugly that they were even afraid to come close to it.

Trees appeared on the street, similar to panicles. There were horses with wiry legs, cars with curved wheels, houses with falling walls and roofs on one side, fur coats and coats with one sleeve longer than the other ... There were thousands of things that could not be used. And people were horrified:

How could you do so much evil, the kindest of all the kindest boys?!

And the boy cried. He so wanted to make people happy! .. But he did not know how to draw and only wasted paint in vain.

The boy cried so loudly that he was heard by the kindest of all the kindest old people - Santa Claus. Heard, and returned to him, and put a new box of paints in front of the boy:

Only this, my friend, simple paints. But they can also become magical if you really want to.

So said Santa Claus and left.

The boy thought. How to make simple colors become magical and so that they please people, and not bring them misfortune? The good boy took out a brush and began to draw.

He drew, without unbending, all day and all evening. He painted on the next, and on the third, and on the fourth day. I painted until I ran out of paint. Then he asked for new ones.

A year has passed… Two years have passed… Many, many years have passed. The boy became an adult, but still did not part with paints. His eyes became sharp-sighted, his hands skillful, and now in his drawings, instead of crooked houses with falling walls, tall, light buildings flaunted, and instead of dresses that looked like bags, bright, elegant clothes.

The boy did not notice how he became a real artist. He painted everything that was around, and that no one had ever seen before: planes that looked like huge arrows, and ships that looked like planes, air bridges and glass palaces.

People looked with surprise at his drawings, but no one was horrified. On the contrary, everyone rejoiced and admired.

What wonderful pictures! What magical colors! - they said, although the colors were the most ordinary.

The paintings were really so good that people wanted to bring them to life. And happy days came when what was drawn on paper began to turn into reality: glass palaces, air bridges, and winged ships ...

This is what happens in the white world. This happens not only with paints, but also with an ordinary ax or a sewing needle, and even with simple clay. So it is with everything touched by the hands of the greatest of the greatest wizards - the hands of a hard-working, persevering man.

Permyak Evgeniy

magic colors

Evgeny Andreevich Permyak

magic colors

Once in a hundred years, the kindest of all the kindest old men - Santa Claus - on New Year's Eve brings seven magical colors. With these paints you can draw whatever you want, and the drawn will come to life.

If you want - draw a herd of cows and then graze them. If you want - draw a ship and sail on it ... Or a starship - and fly to the stars. And if you need to draw something simpler, like a chair, please... Draw and sit on it. You can draw anything with magic paints, even soap, and it will lather. Therefore, Santa Claus brings magical colors to the kindest of all the kindest children.

And this is understandable ... If such paints fall into the hands of an evil boy or an evil girl, they can do a lot of trouble. It is worth, say, to add a second nose to a person with these paints, and he will be two-nosed. It is worth adding horns to a dog, a mustache to a chicken, and a hump to a cat, and the dog will be horned, the chicken mustachioed, and the cat will be humpbacked.

Therefore, Santa Claus checks the hearts of children for a very long time, and then chooses which of them to give magic paints.

For the last time, Santa Claus gave magic colors to one of the kindest of all the kindest boys.

The boy was very happy with the colors and immediately began to draw. Draw for others. Because he was the kindest of all the kindest boys. He drew a warm scarf for his grandmother, an elegant dress for his mother, and a new hunting rifle for his father. The boy drew eyes for a blind old man, and a big, big school for his comrades ...

He drew, without unbending, all day and all evening ... He drew on the second, and on the third, and on the fourth day ... He painted, wishing people well. I painted until I ran out of paint. But...

But no one could use the drawing. The handkerchief drawn by the grandmother looked like a washcloth, and the dress drawn by the mother turned out to be so crooked, colorful and baggy that she did not even want to try it on. The gun was no different from the club. The blind man's eyes looked like two blue blobs, and he could not see through them. And the school, which the boy painted very diligently, turned out to be so terrible that they were even afraid to come close to it. Falling walls. Roof on one side. Crooked windows. Slanting doors ... A monster, not a house. They did not want to take the ugly building even for a warehouse.

So trees appeared on the street, similar to old panicles. There were horses with wiry legs, cars with some strange circles instead of wheels, airplanes with heavy wings, electric wires as thick as a log, fur coats and coats with one sleeve longer than the other ... Thus, thousands of things appeared that could not be used, and the people were horrified.

How could you do so much evil, the kindest of all the kindest boys?

And the boy cried. He so wanted to make people happy, but, not knowing how to draw, he wasted paint in vain.

The boy was crying so loudly and inconsolably that he was heard by the kindest of all the kindest old men - Santa Claus. Heard and returned to him. He returned and put paints in front of the boy.

Only this, my friend, simple colors... But they can become magical if you want it...

So said Santa Claus and left ...

A year has passed... Two years have passed... Many, many years have passed. The boy became a young man, then an adult, and then an old man ... He painted with simple colors all his life. I painted at home. He painted people's faces. Clothes. Aircraft. Bridges. Railway stations. Palaces ... And the time has come, happy days have come, when what he drew on paper began to turn into life ...

There were many beautiful buildings built according to his drawings. Wonderful planes flew. Unknown bridges spread from coast to coast... And no one wanted to believe that all this was painted with simple paints. Everyone called them magic...

This happens in the wide world... This happens not only with paints, but also with an ordinary ax or a sewing needle, and even with simple clay... This happens with everything that the hands of the greatest magician of all the greatest magicians touch - the hands of a hardworking, persevering man...

Evgeny Andreevich Permyak

magic colors

Once in a hundred years, the kindest of all the kindest old men - Santa Claus - on New Year's Eve brings seven magical colors. With these paints you can draw whatever you want, and the drawn will come to life.

If you want - draw a herd of cows and then graze them. If you want - draw a ship and sail on it ... Or a starship - and fly to the stars. And if you need to draw something simpler, like a chair, please... Draw and sit on it. You can draw anything with magic paints, even soap, and it will lather. Therefore, Santa Claus brings magical colors to the kindest of all the kindest children.

And this is understandable ... If such paints fall into the hands of an evil boy or an evil girl, they can do a lot of trouble. It is worth, say, to add a second nose to a person with these paints, and he will be two-nosed. It is worth adding horns to a dog, a mustache to a chicken, and a hump to a cat, and the dog will be horned, the chicken mustachioed, and the cat will be humpbacked.

Therefore, Santa Claus checks the hearts of children for a very long time, and then chooses which of them to give magic paints.

For the last time, Santa Claus gave magic colors to one of the kindest of all the kindest boys.

The boy was very happy with the colors and immediately began to draw. Draw for others. Because he was the kindest of all the kindest boys. He drew a warm scarf for his grandmother, an elegant dress for his mother, and a new hunting rifle for his father. The boy drew eyes for a blind old man, and a big, big school for his comrades ...

He drew, without unbending, all day and all evening ... He drew on the second, and on the third, and on the fourth day ... He painted, wishing people well. I painted until I ran out of paint. But...

But no one could use the drawing. The handkerchief drawn by the grandmother looked like a washcloth, and the dress drawn by the mother turned out to be so crooked, colorful and baggy that she did not even want to try it on. The gun was no different from the club. The blind man's eyes looked like two blue blobs, and he could not see through them. And the school, which the boy painted very diligently, turned out to be so terrible that they were even afraid to come close to it. Falling walls. Roof on one side. Crooked windows. Slanting doors ... A monster, not a house. They did not want to take the ugly building even for a warehouse.

So trees appeared on the street, similar to old panicles. There were horses with wiry legs, cars with some strange circles instead of wheels, airplanes with heavy wings, electric wires as thick as a log, fur coats and coats with one sleeve longer than the other ... Thus, thousands of things appeared that could not be used, and the people were horrified.

- How could you do so much evil, the kindest of all the kindest boys?

And the boy cried. He so wanted to make people happy, but, not knowing how to draw, he wasted paint in vain.

The boy was crying so loudly and inconsolably that he was heard by the kindest of all the kindest old men - Santa Claus. Heard and returned to him. He returned and put paints in front of the boy.

- Only this, my friend, simple colors ... But they can become magical if you want it ...

So said Santa Claus and left ...

A year has passed... Two years have passed... Many, many years have passed. The boy became a young man, then an adult, and then an old man ... He painted with simple colors all his life. I painted at home. He painted people's faces. Clothes. Aircraft. Bridges. Railway stations. Palaces ... And the time has come, happy days have come, when what he drew on paper began to turn into life ...

There were many beautiful buildings built according to his drawings. Wonderful planes flew. Unknown bridges spread from coast to coast... And no one wanted to believe that all this was painted with simple paints. Everyone called them magic...

This happens in the wide world... This happens not only with paints, but also with an ordinary ax or a sewing needle, and even with simple clay... This happens with everything that the hands of the greatest magician of all the greatest magicians touch - the hands of a hardworking, persevering man...

Magic colors fairy tale for children Evgeny Permyak

Once in a hundred years, the kindest of all the kindest old men - Santa Claus - on New Year's Eve brings seven magical colors. With these paints you can draw whatever you want, and the drawn will come to life.

If you want - draw a herd of cows and then graze them. If you want - draw a ship and sail on it ... Or a starship - and fly to the stars. And if you need to draw something simpler, such as a chair, please ... Draw and sit on it. You can draw anything with magic paints, even soap, and it will lather. Therefore, Santa Claus brings magical colors to the kindest of all the kindest children.

And this is understandable ... If such paints fall into the hands of an evil boy or an evil girl, they can do a lot of trouble. It is worth, say, to add a second nose to a person with these paints, and he will be two-nosed. It is worth adding horns to a dog, a mustache to a chicken, and a hump to a cat, and the dog will be horned, the chicken mustachioed, and the cat will be humpbacked.

Therefore, Santa Claus checks the hearts of children for a very long time, and then chooses which of them to give magic paints.

For the last time, Santa Claus gave magic colors to one of the kindest of all the kindest boys.

The boy was very happy with the colors and immediately began to draw. Draw for others. Because he was the kindest of all the kindest boys. He drew a warm scarf for his grandmother, an elegant dress for his mother, and a new hunting rifle for his father. The boy drew eyes for a blind old man, and a big, big school for his comrades ...

He drew, without unbending, all day and all evening ... He drew on the second, and on the third, and on the fourth day ... He painted, wishing people well. I painted until I ran out of paint. But…

But no one could use the drawing. The handkerchief drawn by the grandmother looked like a washcloth, and the dress drawn by the mother turned out to be so crooked, colorful and baggy that she did not even want to try it on. The gun was no different from the club. The blind man's eyes looked like two blue blobs, and he could not see through them. And the school, which the boy painted very diligently, turned out to be so terrible that they were even afraid to come close to it. Falling walls. Roof on one side. Crooked windows. Slanting doors ... A monster, not a house. They did not want to take the ugly building even for a warehouse.

So trees appeared on the street, similar to old panicles. There were horses with wiry legs, cars with some strange circles instead of wheels, airplanes with heavy wings, electric wires as thick as a log, fur coats and coats with one sleeve longer than the other ... Thus, thousands of things appeared that could not be used, and people were horrified.

How could you do so much evil, the kindest of all the kindest boys?

And the boy cried. He so wanted to make people happy, but, not knowing how to draw, he wasted paint in vain.

The boy was crying so loudly and inconsolably that he was heard by the kindest of all the kindest old men - Santa Claus. Heard and returned to him. He returned and put paints in front of the boy.

Only this, my friend, simple colors... But they can become magical if you want it...

So said Santa Claus and left ...

A year has passed… Two years have passed… Many, many years have passed. The boy became a young man, then an adult, and then an old man ... He painted with simple colors all his life. I painted at home. He painted people's faces. Clothes. Aircraft. Bridges. Railway stations. Palaces... And the time has come, happy days have come, when what he drew on paper began to turn into life...

There were many beautiful buildings built according to his drawings. Wonderful planes flew. Unknown bridges spread from shore to shore ... And no one wanted to believe that all this was painted with simple paints. Everyone called them magic...

This happens in the wide world ... This happens not only with paints, but also with an ordinary ax or a sewing needle, and even with simple clay ... This happens with everything that the hands of the greatest magician of all the greatest magicians touch - the hands of a hardworking, persevering human...