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BIRTHDAY OF DONKEY IA-IA.

(Based on the fairy tale by A. Milne "Winnie the Pooh" and the cartoon "Winnie the Pooh and the Day of Worries".)

The script for the children's theater, where the children themselves will play.

CHARACTERS:

STORYTELLER
WINNIE THE POOH
Piglet
DONKEY IA-IA
OWL

1 SCENE.

(Music.)

STORYTELLER: There lived a bear cub. And his name was Winnie the Pooh. The bear cub lived in the forest and he had many friends who lived in the same forest as him.
One morning he went out for a walk and saw on the bank of the stream an old donkey named Eeyore. The donkey looked very sad.

(Music. The curtain opens. The backdrop on the stage is a forest. We see Winnie the Pooh and the donkey Eeyore (he looks sad and speaks very sadly).)

WINNIE THE POOH: Good morning, Eeyore!

IA-IA: Good morning, Winnie the Pooh, if it's really good.
Which I personally doubt.

WINNIE THE POOH: Why? What happened, Eeyore?

IA-IA: Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing special.
Not everyone can have fun.

WINNIE THE POOH: Have fun?

WINNIE THE POOH: Oh, I see… (thinking)

(The donkey stands drooping, and Winnie the Pooh walks around him, hoping to understand why the donkey is so sad.)

WINNIE THE POOH: Oh, what happened to your tail?

IA-IA: What happened to him?

WINNIE THE POOH: He is not!

IA-IA: How not? Are you wrong?

WINNIE THE POOH: You either have a tail or you don't! I don't think you can go wrong here!
And your tail is gone!

IA-IA: What is there then?

WINNIE THE POOH: Nothing!

IA-IA: Well, let's see!

(The donkey turns and looks where the tail should be.)

IA-IA: It seems you are right!

WINNIE THE POOH: Of course I'm right!

IA-IA: Well! It's quite natural! There is no need to be surprised!

WINNIE THE POOH: You must have lost it somewhere!

IA-IA: (with indignation) Someone must have stolen it!
(sadly) However, this was to be expected on a day like this!

WINNIE THE POOH: What day is today?

IA-IA: (still sad) Friday. My birthday!

WINNIE THE POOH: (surprised) What is your birthday?
What, is your birthday today?

IA-IA: Certainly! Don't you notice?
Look at all these gifts!... At the birthday cake!...

WINNIE THE POOH: Presents? Birthday cake?
Where are they? (looks all around)

IA-IA: Don't you see them?

WINNIE THE POOH: Not!

IA-IA: (sadly) So do I. This is a joke. Haha.

WINNIE THE POOH: Is today really your birthday?

IA-IA: Truth.

WINNIE THE POOH: Then I congratulate you and wish you much, much happiness on this day!

IA-IA: And I congratulate you and wish you much, much happiness on this day.

WINNIE THE POOH: But today is not my birthday!

IA-IA: So what? Do you want to be miserable on my birthday?

WINNIE THE POOH: Ah, got it!

IA-IA: (sadly) It’s enough that I myself am so unhappy - without gifts, without a birthday cake, without a tail.
And in general, forgotten, abandoned ...
And if everyone else is unhappy...

WINNIE THE POOH: Eeyore! Stay here and don't go anywhere!

STORYTELLER: Winnie the Pooh realized that he must immediately give the poor donkey something to comfort and cheer him up. So he started running home.
On the way, he met his friend, a pig named Piglet.

(Winnie the Pooh and Piglet appear in the forefront.)

PITTLE: Hello Winnie the Pooh!

WINNIE THE POOH: Hello Piglet!

PITTLE: Where are you running?

WINNIE THE POOH: You see, Piglet, I just saw the donkey Eeyore. He's terribly upset!
It's his birthday today and everyone forgot about him!
And the tail is gone!
On such a day - no tail, no gifts!
And now I'm running home for a gift!

PITTLE: Does Eeyore have a birthday? I did not know!
Pooh, I want to give him a present too!
What will you give him?

WINNIE THE POOH: I want to give him a pot of honey!

PITTLE: May I give it to you too? Like it's from the two of us!

WINNIE THE POOH: No, Piglet! In my opinion, this is a bad idea!
Give him something else!

PITTLE: OK! Then I will give Eeyore balloon!
I have one more left!

WINNIE THE POOH: That's what you came up with, Piglet!
After all, Eeyore needs to be cheered up!
And with a balloon, who wants to have fun!
No one can be sad when they have a balloon!

(Music. Winnie the Pooh and Piglet run offstage.)

SCENE 2.

STORYTELLER: So, Piglet ran home for a balloon. And Winnie the Pooh went to his house, took a pot of honey and went back to the stream, where the sad donkey Eeyore was waiting for him.
The day was hot, and the path was not close, and, not having gone halfway, the bear cub stopped and thought.

(Music. The curtain opens. Winnie the Pooh is on stage.)

WINNIE THE POOH: How tired I am of running back and forth!
It would be nice to eat a little!
Very little!

(Winnie the Pooh stops and starts eating honey.)

STORYTELLER: And Pooh the bear cub refreshed himself a little... Then a little more... and more!

(Winnie the Pooh eats all the honey.)

WINNIE THE POOH: Ah ah ah! I ate the whole gift!... (pause) What am I to do now?

(Winnie the Pooh thought, then began to examine the pot.)

WINNIE THE POOH: Still, this is a very good pot, although there is no honey in it! ...
And if I ask someone to write "Happy Birthday" on it, Eeyore can put whatever he wants in it!
And it will be a very useful thing for him!

STORYTELLER: And since Winnie the Pooh was not far from the Owl's house at that time, and everyone in the forest was sure that the Owl could write beautifully, he decided to visit her.

(Winnie the Pooh approaches the Owl's house (the house can be drawn). A bell cord hangs above the door. Winnie the Pooh pulls the cord.)

OWL: Who's there?

WINNIE THE POOH: Owl! Open! The bear has arrived!

(Owl appears.)

OWL: Hello Pooh! What's the news?

WINNIE THE POOH: Bad news, Owl!
The donkey Eeyore's tail is gone, and it's his birthday!

OWL: Is the tail gone? On your birthday?

WINNIE THE POOH: Yes! And he needs to be comforted somehow!
So I decided to give him a pot!

OWL: This?

WINNIE THE POOH: Yes, and I wanted to ask you...

OWL: (sniffs) This is where honey was once kept!

WINNIE THE POOH: You can keep whatever you want in it! This is a very useful item!
And I wanted to ask you...

OWL: Let's give it together!

WINNIE THE POOH: Not! I want you to write "Happy Birthday" on it! and signed "Pooh".

OWL: Can't you do it yourself?

WINNIE THE POOH: No, I can, but my spelling is lame. It is good, but lame.
So write on it: "Happy Birthday!"

OWL: Not! I will write like this: (speaks with expression)"Happy Birthday! Wish
happiness in personal life!»

WINNIE THE POOH: Great! So write it!

(Owl writes.)

OWL: Well, I wrote!

WINNIE THE POOH: Thanks Owl!

(Winnie the Pooh takes the pot from the Owl and looks at the cord hanging over the door.)

WINNIE THE POOH: Listen, Owl, what is this lace you have?

OWL: Nice string, right?

WINNIE THE POOH: Yes! And he reminds me of something!
But I can't remember what exactly!
Where did you get it?

OWL: Somehow I was walking through the forest ... I see a string hanging on a bush. At first I thought that someone lives there and called, but no one answered me. Then I called again louder, but again no one answered me, and the lace came off. I decided that no one needed him and took him home ...

WINNIE THE POOH: Owl, but someone really needs it!

OWL: To whom?

WINNIE THE POOH: To my friend Eeyore! He loved him very much!

OWL: (surprised) I loved?

WINNIE THE POOH: Yes! And he was attached to him!
And if you give it to a donkey, he will be very happy!

OWL: Gift this lace?
Are you sure he will be happy?

WINNIE THE POOH: Yes, I'm absolutely sure of it!
Well, I guess I'll go!

(Music. The curtain closes.)

STORYTELLER: In the meantime, Piglet managed to run away to his home and, grabbing a balloon for Eeyore, rushed at full speed, holding the balloon tightly to his chest so that he would not be blown away by the wind. Piglet was in a terrible hurry to get to Eeyore before Winnie the Pooh. He wanted to be the first to give the donkey a gift, as if he, Piglet, himself remembered his birthday, without any prompting. He was in such a hurry and thought so much about how the donkey would be delighted with his gift that he did not look at his feet at all ... And suddenly his foot fell into a mouse hole! Poor Piglet flew nose down! There was a roar: BOOM!!!

(Music. Piglet runs to the forefront and falls. The balloon bursts.)

PITTLE: Very interesting, what was this BOOM?
I couldn't have made so much noise myself when I fell!
And where, I wonder, is my ball? (takes what's left of the ball)
And where, I wonder, did this rag come from? ...
Oh mom! Oh, mother, mother! This is my balloon!!
Ah ah ah!! What to do now? After all, I have no other ball …(pause)
(sad) Maybe Eeyore doesn't like balloons that much?...

(Piglet slowly runs off the stage.)

SCENE 3.

(Music. The curtain opens. The donkey Eeyore is on stage. Piglet appears.)

PITTLE: Good morning Eeyore!

IA-IA: (sad) Good morning Piglet! If it's good, of course!
What I personally doubt!

PITTLE:

IA-IA: (surprised) As you said? Repeat!

PITTLE: Happy Birthday to you!

IA-IA: Is it you me?

PITTLE: Of course, Eeyore!

IA-IA: Happy birthday to me

PITTLE: Yes!

IA-IA: So it's my real birthday?

PITTLE: Of course, Eeyore!
And I brought you a present!

IA-IA: me a gift?

PITTLE: Yes!

IA-IA: Thanks Piglet! You are a true friend! Not like some!...
(interested) What did you bring me?

PITTLE: I brought you a balloon!

IA-IA: Balloon? It's so big and beautiful! It's still being inflated!

PITTLE: Yes, but only...you know...when I ran to bring it to you as soon as possible, I fell!

IA-IA: Ahh, what a pity!
I hope you didn't get hurt, Piglet?

PITTLE: Me not! Thanks! But he ... he burst!

IA-IA: My ball?

PITTLE: Yes!

IA-IA: My present?

PITTLE: Yes!

(Piglet hands the donkey what is left of the balloon.)

IA-IA: (sad) Thanks Piglet! (pause)
Excuse me, please, but I would like to ask you - what color was it when it was a balloon?

PITTLE: Green!

IA-IA: (sad) Just think about it! Green... My favorite color!
And what size?

PITTLE: Almost from me!

IA-IA: (sad) Just think, almost as big as you!... My favorite size!

(Winnie the Pooh enters the scene.)

WINNIE THE POOH: Happy Birthday!
I wish you happiness in your personal life!

IA-IA: Thanks, Pooh, I'm already lucky.

WINNIE THE POOH: I brought you a present!

IA-IA: I already have a present.

WINNIE THE POOH: This is a very good gift! It's called - Useful Pot!

(Winnie the Pooh hands the donkey a pot.)

WINNIE THE POOH: Do you know what is written on it? "Happy Birthday!"
And you can put whatever you want in it!

IA-IA: (lively) Yes? But my ball will just go into this pot!

WINNIE THE POOH: No Eeyore! Unfortunately the balloons are not included in the pots!
They are too big!

IA-IA: (proudly) These other balls are not included, but mine is included!
Look Piglet!

(Piglet looks sadly at what is happening, and Eeyore takes his burst balloon and puts it in a pot, then takes it out and puts it on the ground, and then picks it up again and puts it in a pot.)

WINNIE THE POOH: Enter!

PITTLE: (joyfully) And out!

IA-IA: (proudly) And in and out!

WINNIE THE POOH: I am very pleased, Eeyore, that I guessed to give you a Useful Pot, where you can put whatever things you want!

PITTLE: And I am very pleased that I guessed to give you such a Thing that you can put in this Useful Pot!

(The donkey Eeyore at this time puts and takes the ball back out of the pot. At this time, the Owl appears with a lace in his hands.)

OWL: (says solemnly) Dear Eeyore!
On this significant day, I want to give you a modest but very useful gift!
Here is the string!

(The owl holds out the string to the donkey.)

IA-IA: What's this? It looks like my tail!

WINNIE THE POOH: Of course yours, Eeyore!

(Winnie the Pooh attaches the tail to the donkey.)

PITTLE: Hooray! Tail found!
The owl found its tail!

OWL: How is the tail?

WINNIE THE POOH: Well, yes, the tail!

OWL: This is what happens that I gave the tail ??

WINNIE THE POOH: Well, yes, the tail!

OWL: Tail?!

(Owl starts laughing. Everyone else joins in.)

PITTLE: How good!
WINNIE THE POOH: How good!
IA-IA: What a coincidence!
PITTLE: I found a pot for the ball!
OWL: And a birthday tail!
IA-IA: Eeyore! And I have the same opinion! (2 times)

PITTLE: It's nice to say
WINNIE THE POOH: Birthday gifts!
PITTLE: We are happy to give a friend!
OWL: And this is without a doubt!
IA-IA: Eeyore! And I have the same opinion! (2 times)

(Music. The curtain closes.)

END OF THE PERFORMANCE.

Chapter Six, in which Eeyore had a birthday and Piglet nearly flew to the moon

Eeyore - an old gray donkey - once stood on the bank of a stream and dejectedly looked into the water at his reflection.

A heartbreaking sight, he finally said. - That's what it's called - a heartbreaking sight.

He turned and walked slowly along the bank downstream. After walking twenty meters, he forded the stream and just as slowly wandered back along the other bank. Opposite the place where he stood at first, Eeyore stopped and again looked into the water.

I thought so, he sighed. - This side is no better. But nobody cares. Nobody cares. A heartbreaking spectacle - that's what it's called!

Then there was a crack in the alder behind him, and Winnie the Pooh appeared.

Good morning Eeyore! Pooh said.

Good morning, little Pooh, - Eeyore answered dejectedly. - If it's a good morning. Which I personally doubt.

Why? What happened?

Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing special. Yet they can't. And some don't have to. You can't write anything here.

What can't everyone do? said Pooh, rubbing his nose.

Ah, I see ... - said Pooh. He thought deeply, and then asked: - Under which walnut bush?

Under which the nuts are red-hot, - Eeyore continued dejectedly. - Round dance, fun and the like. I'm not complaining, but that's the way it is.

Pooh sat down on a large rock and tried to understand something. It turned out to be something like a riddle, and Pooh was not very good at riddles because he had sawdust in his head. And just in case, he sang a mysterious song:

ABOUT FORTY-FIVES

My question is simple and short, -

Rhino said,

Which is better - forty-five

Or five forty? -

Alas, no one is on it

I couldn't give!

That's it, that's right, - said Eeyore. - Sing, sing. Trum-tum-tum-tirim-boom-boom. A wand was born in the forest, it grew in the forest. And brought a lot of joy to the kids. Have fun and have fun.

I'm having fun, said Pooh.

Some people succeed, - said Eeyore.

Yes, what happened? asked Pooh.

Did something happen?

No, but you look so sad.

Sad? Why should I be sad? Today is my birthday. The best day of the year!

Your birthday? asked Pooh, terribly surprised.

Certainly. Don't you notice? Look at all these gifts. - Eeyore waved his front leg from side to side. - Look at the birthday cake!

Pooh looked, first to the right, then to the left.

Presents? - he said. - Birthday cake? Where?

Don't you see them?

No, said Pooh.

Me too, - said Eeyore. "It's a joke," he explained. - Haha.

Pooh scratched the back of his head, completely bewildered.

Is today really your birthday? - he asked.

Oh! Well, I congratulate you and wish you much, much happiness on this day.

And I congratulate you and wish you a lot of happiness on this day, Pooh bear.

But today is not my birthday.

No, not yours, but mine.

And you say "I wish you happiness on this day."

So what? Do you want to be miserable on my birthday?

Ah, of course, said Pooh.

Enough of that, - said Eeyore, almost crying, - enough of the fact that I myself am so unhappy - without gifts and without a birthday cake, and generally forgotten and abandoned, and even if everyone else is unhappy ...

Winnie the Pooh couldn't take it anymore.

Stay here! he shouted and rushed home as fast as he could. He felt that he should immediately give the poor donkey something, and then he would always have time to think about the Real Gift.

Near his house, he came across Piglet, who was jumping at the door, trying to get the bell button.

Hello, Piglet, - said Winnie the Pooh.

Hello, Vinnie, - Piglet said.

What are you doing?

I try to call, - Piglet explained. I was walking by and...

Let me help you, - said Pooh helpfully. He went to the door and pressed the button. “I just saw Eeyore,” he began. - The poor donkey is terribly upset, because today is his birthday, and everyone has forgotten about him, and he is very downcast - you know how he knows how, - well, he is so downcast, and I ... Why is it no one to us does not open - they all fell asleep there, or what? - And Pooh called again.

Pooh, - said Piglet. - It's your own house!

Ah, said Pooh. - Well, yes, right! Then let's get in!

And they entered the house.

Pooh went over to the sideboard first to make sure he had a suitable, not particularly large pot of honey. The pot was in place, and Pooh took it off the shelf.

I'll take it to Eeyore," he explained. - For a present. What are you thinking of giving him?

May I give it to you too? - asked Piglet. - As if from both of us.

No, said Pooh. - It's a bad idea you came up with.

Well then fine. I'll give Eeyore a balloon. I have one left from the holiday. I'm going after him now, okay?

That's what you came up with very well, Piglet! After all, Eeyore needs to be cheered up. And whoever wants to have fun with a balloon! No one can be sad when they have a balloon!

Well, and Piglet trotted home, and Pooh with a pot of honey went to the stream.

The day was hot, and the way was long, and before he had gone halfway, Pooh suddenly felt some strange tickling. First, it tickled in his nose, then in his throat, and then sucked under the spoon, and so it gradually reached the very heels. It was like someone inside him was saying, "You know, Pooh, now is the time to do something a little…"

Aye, said Pooh, I didn't know it was this late!

He sat down on the ground and removed the lid from his pot.

It's good that I took it with me, he said. - A lot of bears on such a hot day would not even think of taking with them something that you can eat a little! ...

And now let's think, - he said, licking the bottom of the pot for the last time, - let's think about where I was going to go. Oh yes, to Eeyore.

Winnie the Pooh got up slowly. And then he suddenly remembered everything. He ate the Gift!

Ah ah ah! Pooh said. - What should I do? I have to give him something! Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai!

At first he didn't really know what to think. And then he thought:

"Still, it's a very pretty pot, even though there's no honey in it. If I wash it properly and have someone write 'Happy Birthday' on it, Eeyore can keep whatever he wants in it. It will useful thing!"

And since at that time he was not far from the House of the Owl - and everyone in the Forest was sure that the Owl could write very well - he decided to visit her.

Good morning Owl! Pooh said.

Good morning Pooh! Owl replied.

I congratulate you on your birthday, Eeyore, - said Pooh.

Here's how? Owl was surprised.

Yes. What are you thinking of giving him?

What are you thinking of giving him?

I'm bringing him a Useful Pot as a present, in which you can keep whatever you want, - said Pooh. And I wanted to ask you...

This? asked the Owl, taking the pot from Pooh's paws.

Yes, and I wanted to ask you...

They used to keep honey here, - said the Owl.

You can keep whatever you want in it,” said Pooh seriously. - This is a very, very useful thing. And I wanted to ask you...

You would write on it: "Happy birthday."

So that's what I came to ask you! Pooh finally explained. - Because I have some kind of lame spelling. In fact, it is a good spelling, but for some reason it is lame and the letters are late ... in their places. Will you write on it: "Happy birthday"? I beg you very much!

Nice pot, - said the Owl, looking around the pot from all sides. - Can I give it to you too? Let this be our common gift.

No, said Pooh. - That's a bad idea you came up with. Let me better wash it first, and then you write everything on it.

And so he washed the pot and wiped it dry, while the Owl, meanwhile, procrastinated the tip of her pencil and thought about how the word "Congratulations" is written.

Christopher Robin told me what it says, and then I could, - said Pooh.

Very good! So I will also tell you what will be written on the pot, and then you can read it!

And the Owl began to write ... Here is what she wrote:

"For nothing, vlya, vlya, the mrash of the day, about nothing, vlya vlya vlya!"

Pooh looked admiringly at this inscription.

I wrote here: "Congratulations on your birthday," Owl remarked casually.

This is the inscription so the inscription! - Winnie the Pooh said respectfully.

Well, if I tell you everything, it is written here in full like this: "Happy birthday, I wish you all the best. Your Pooh." I did not reckon with the consumption of graphite.

What? asked Pooh.

Here one pencil, how many went! Owl explained.

Still would! Pooh said.

In the meantime, Piglet managed to run away to his home and, grabbing a balloon for Eeyore, rushed at full speed, holding the balloon tightly to his chest so that he would not be blown away by the wind. Piglet was in a terrible hurry to get to Eeyore before Pooh; he wanted to be the first to give Donkey a gift, as if he, Piglet, himself remembered his birthday, without any prompting. He was in such a hurry and thought so much about how Eeyore would be delighted with the gift that he didn’t look at his feet at all ... And suddenly his foot got into a mouse hole, and poor Piglet flew nose down: BOOM !!!

Piglet lay on the ground, not understanding what had happened. At first he thought that the whole world had blown up into the air, then he thought that perhaps only their beloved Forest; and later - that maybe only he, Piglet, took off and now he lies alone somewhere on the moon and will never, ever see Pooh, or Christopher Robin, or Eeyore again ... And then it occurred to him, that even on the moon it is not necessary to lie nose down all the time. He carefully stood up and looked around.

He was still in the Forest!

"Very interesting!" he thought.

Oh God! This rag - it was, it was! - his balloon!!

Oh mom! Piglet said. - Oh, mother, oh, mother, oh, mother, mother, mother! Well ... Now there is nothing to do. You can't go back. I don’t have another balloon… Maybe Eeyore doesn’t like balloons that much?…

Good morning Eeyore! - shouted Piglet from a distance.

Good morning, little Piglet, - said Eeyore. “If this is a good morning,” he added, “which I personally doubt. But it is not important.

I congratulate you on your birthday, - Piglet said, having come closer in the meantime.

Eeyore looked up from his work and stared at Piglet.

Repeat, repeat, he said.

Congratulations…

Wait a minute...

With difficulty holding on to three legs, Eeyore began to carefully raise the fourth leg to his ear.

I learned this yesterday,” he explained, falling for the third time. - It's very simple, and most importantly, I hear better this way. Well, it's all right. As you said, repeat,” he said, pointing his ear forward with the help of a hoof.

Happy birthday, Piglet repeated.

Is it you me?

Of course, Eeyore.

Happy my birthday?

So it's my real birthday?

Of course, Eeyore, and I brought you a present.

Eeyore slowly lowered his right leg and with considerable difficulty raised his left.

I want to listen with another ear,” he explained. - Now speak.

Present! Piglet repeated very loudly.

For birthday?

Certainly!

Does this mean I have a real birthday?

Certainly! And I brought you a balloon.

Balloon? - said Eeyore. - Did you say balloon? These are so big, beautiful, bright, are they still inflated? Songs-dances, gop-gop-gop and labor-la-la?

Well, yes, but only... you know... I'm very upset... you know... when I was running to bring it to you as soon as possible, I fell down.

Ahh, what a pity! You must have been running too fast. I hope you didn't hurt yourself, little Piglet?

No thanks, but he... he... Oh, Eeyore, he burst.

There was a very long silence.

My ball? - finally asked Eeyore.

Piglet nodded.

My birthday present?

Yes, Eeyore, - said Piglet, slightly squelching his nose. - Here it is. I congratulate you on your birthday.

And he gave Eeyore a rubber rag.

It's him? - asked Eeyore, very surprised.

Piglet nodded.

My present?

Piglet nodded again.

Thank you, Piglet, - said Eeyore. - Excuse me, please, - he continued, - but I would like to ask what color was it when ... when was it a balloon?

Red.

"Just think! Red ... My favorite color," Eeyore muttered to himself.

And what size?

Almost from me.

Yes? Just think, almost as big as you!… My favorite size! - Eeyore said sadly under his breath. - Well well.

Piglet felt very unwell and did not know what to say. He opened his mouth every now and then, intending to say something, but immediately decided that it was not worth saying that. And suddenly, fortunately for him, someone called them from the other side of the stream. It was Pooh.

I wish you a lot of happiness! shouted Pooh, apparently forgetting that he had already said it.

Thank you, Pooh, I'm already lucky, - Eeyore answered dejectedly.

I brought you a present, - continued Pooh joyfully.

I have a present, - answered Eeyore.

In the meantime, Pooh had crossed the stream and approached Eeyore. Piglet sat a little further away, squelching his nose.

Here he is, said Pooh. - This is a Very Useful Pot. Do you know what is written on it? "Happy birthday, I wish you all the best. Your Pooh." That's how much has been written! And you can put whatever you want in it. Hold on.

Eeyore, seeing the pot, became very animated.

Blimey! he shouted. - You know what? My ball will just fit into this pot!

What are you, what are you, Eeyore, - said Pooh. - Balloons are not included in the pots. They are too big. You don't know how to deal with them. Here's how you need to: take the ball for faith ...

These other balls do not enter, but mine does, - Eeyore said proudly. - Look, Piglet!

Piglet looked around sadly, and Eeyore grabbed his former ball with his teeth and carefully put it in a pot, then he took it out and put it on the ground, and then picked it up again and carefully put it back.

Out! shouted Pooh. - I mean, he's coming in!

Enter! Piglet shouted. - And out!

Comes out great! - shouted Eeyore. - Enters and exits - just wonderful!

I am very pleased, - said Pooh joyfully, - that I guessed to give you a Useful Pot, where you can put whatever things you want!

And I am very pleased, - said Piglet joyfully, - that I guessed to give you such a Thing that you can put in this Useful Pot!

But Eeyore heard nothing. He was not up to it: he put his ball into the pot, then took it back, and it was clear that he was completely happy!

- Dear Eeyore! On this significant day, I want to give you free of charge ...

Owl

Children love their birthday so much, love and wait. My son starts counting the days until his birthday right from next day after birthday . Adults, of course, are less happy to meet the dates that mark them, let's say, growing up. Although I have several acquaintances of a fairly decent age who have retained their childhood love for this holiday. My mother, a well-known joker in our family, says this on her birthday: “I don’t accept congratulations, I accept condolences.”

By my birthday, I try to be neutral, I make sure that the joy of the attention of loved ones is balanced by a little disappointment that I am getting older, and age signs are reflected in my appearance without asking.

I do not indicate the date of my birth in instant messengers and social networks. networks, maybe this is to some extent a manifestation of harmfulness, but I prefer that those who congratulate me on my birthday, for some reason, want to do it on their own, and not because the program reminded them of it. Silly, of course, but such is my "fad".

This year's birthday turned out to be very interesting - I have received and still receive (a week after my birthday) congratulations from people completely unfamiliar to me or from those from whom I did not really expect to receive them. Signs of attention, even insignificant, but made sincerely, touch to incredible. On Sunday, an elderly woman presented me with a wonderful bouquet of tiny tulips (I have never seen such ones) that she had grown in her dacha.

Giving (The ability to give) as a quality of a person - the ability to present a gift from a pure heart, disinterestedly and unconditionally, from the desire to give one's love, joy and happiness, without requiring a reward or gift.

For her birthday, a little daughter brought her father a gift - a box. She said, “This is for you, Daddy. Father opened the box, it was empty. Then he got angry and turned to his daughter: - Don't you know that when a gift is given, it is assumed that there will be something in the box? And you just have an empty box. The little girl looked at him with tears in her eyes. “Daddy, it's not empty. I filled it with my kisses. They're all yours, Daddy!

The father was amazed. He knelt down, gently hugged his daughter and begged her for forgiveness. Since then, dad kept this priceless gift next to his bed for many years. If something didn’t stick in his life, he remembered kisses and love that his daughter gave him.

Giving does not require a reward.

A gift does not ask for a gift.

Enough to make you happy

It's nice to have a heart as a gift.

A gift is something in which the heart of the giver is invested. An envious, greedy and mercenary person cannot really give anything, because, having handed a "gift", he begins to think that now he is missing something. He continues to think how much money he spent on a gift, and what kind of return will follow. Self-serving people, presenting a gift, count on a reciprocal gift. Such a gift is not a gift at all. It is rather an exchange and bribery. You to me, I to you.

Congratulations, Eeyore. I heard it's your birthday today. It's true? Yes, a real birthday. So many gifts! - So. Dear Eeyore! On this significant day, I want to give you free of charge ... - What-what? - Shut up, Pooh! "Sorry, I just wanted to know, without what?" — Free of charge! That is, a gift. - Oh, for free. It's clear. - To give you a modest but very useful gift for free. Here is the string.

To give means not to expect anything in return, to enjoy the process of giving, and not from its fruits.

The act of donation did not take place if the donor is very worried about how his gift is used. Nothing happens, no gift, if the mind is filled with thoughts, whether the one to whom the gift is presented will be able to fully appreciate and use it in the way I intended. This is a gift to yourself.

True giving cleanses the heart of feelings of unlovedness and lack of giving. Our heart and mind are always tormented by the thought that we did not give and did not give enough, that we did not give our loved ones everything we wanted to give. This thought is especially tormenting when a loved one is no longer around. If after the presentation of the gift, the heart is cozy, joyful and warm, then the gift really took place.

One salesman saw a little girl walk up to his store and literally stick her nose to showcase glass. Her eyes sparkled with delight when she saw what she was looking for. The girl went inside and asked to be shown the turquoise beads. - This is for my sister. Can you wrap them nicely?- asked the girl. The owner looked at the baby with disbelief and asked: - How much money do you have? Without a shadow of a doubt, she pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket, poured out of it on the counter all the change it contained, and asked, smiling happily: - Is that enough?

There were only a few small coins. But the girl continued proudly: - You know, I want to give this to my older sister. Since our mother died, my sister has been taking care of us, and she has no time for herself. Today is her birthday and I am sure that she will be happy to receive such beads, they are very suitable for the color of her eyes.

The man took the beads, went deep into the store, brought the case, put the turquoise in it, wrapped it with a blue ribbon, tying a bow. - Hold on! he said to the girl. - And be careful! The girl ran out happy and skipped towards the house.

The working day was coming to an end when a young girl crossed the threshold of the same store. She placed on the counter a case familiar to the salesman, and separately wrapping paper, and an untied bow. - These beads were bought here? How much did they cost? - A! the store owner said - the cost of any product in my store is always a confidential contract between me and the client. The girl stated: - But my sister only had a few coins. Real turquoise beads, right? They must be very expensive. We can't afford it!

The man took the case, restored the packaging with great tenderness and warmth, handed it to the girl and said: - She paid the highest price... More than any adult could pay: she gave everything she had. Silence filled the little shop, and two tears rolled down the face of a girl clutching a small bundle in her trembling hand...

Motive is important in giving. Giving is when the motive is the desire to give love, joy and happiness. The energy of true giving is sometimes comparable to the power of blessing. If you think about the word "joy", it becomes clear that joy and giving are inextricably linked. Ra is the Sun, in Old Church Slavonic and Sanskrit. And joy is to give Ra, that is, light, the Sun.

True giving brings great joy to the giver, sometimes more significant than that experienced by the person who received the gift.

It's nice to say
birthday gifts,
But to give joy to a friend
Better without a doubt!

And I, and I, and I have the same opinion!
And I, and I, and I, and I, and all of the same opinion!

My wife recently bought an exclusive children's dress and blouse, which were put up for sale after being shown on the children's fashion runway. We gave this to our beloved granddaughter for her birthday. Three months have passed, and the wife rejoices like an elephant. When the children sent photos in which the granddaughter was in this blouse and dress, happiness became boundless, there was no end to the delight.

In a word, giving has an interesting property, you give to another, but you get more joy yourself.

“Darling, you know, there are tribes in Africa where husbands sell their wives. Now, if we lived there, could you sell me? - No, I would give you ...

Giving does not necessarily have to take material forms. A valuable gift can be care, attention, location, compassion, appreciation, respect and love. The disinterested transfer of skills and knowledge is considered a high gift.

Silent giving is powerful. Having met a person, you can silently give him a smile, blessing, wish happiness, joy and good mood. It is not for nothing that the song says: “A smile will make everyone brighter: both the elephant and even the little snail. So let smiles turn on everywhere on earth, like light bulbs.

To give skillfully means to guess what a person really needs, what he is truly passionate about.

- What to give Vadim for his 20th birthday? - We must proceed from what he is fond of. - He is foolish. - Nu so foolishness and donate!

A little son asks to be given a dog. The parents agreed and bought him a St. Bernard. The child looked at the puppy and said: - And who did you give it to?

Petr Kovalev