Once Molly invited Tonti to visit to drink tea and chat, She put a vase of cookies on the table and went to the kitchen to make tea. But when she returned to the living room, she saw that the cookies were scattered all over the table, Molly frowned and looked around - nobody! And suddenly, crumbs crumbled from above, Looking up, she saw a sparrow with cookies in its beak on the chandelier.

- So that*s who is carrying my cookies! - Molly grinned. - Wait, I*ll let you out now.

It opened the door and literally ran into Tonti, who was just about to ring. While friends greeted, the sparrow calmly landed on the table and began to peck cookies.

- O! I see that I’m not your only guest, - Tonti smiled.

Moli frowned again - she had not expected such a sparrow of impudence in her own house.

- Don't be angry,- Tonti said softly, -it's just a little hungry bird.
Hearing these words, the sparrow stopped pecking cookies and displeased chirped.

- How interesting! Tonti said in surprise, “I don't think he liked the fact that I called him small.- That would be to find out what he tells us ...

- And this is an idea! - exclaimed Molly and sped off to the next room. After a couple of minutes she returned with a device that looked like a voice recorder.

- Here! This is a translator from any language, even from a bird. Now we find out that he is tweeting there.

She pressed the button and brought the device to the sparrow. He carefully looked at the device, and then sang:

- Chirp chik, chik. Tweeters!

- What kind of thing is this? She seems inedible! - translated the miracle device. Sparrow jumped up and again flew up to the chandelier.
- He was scared! - said Tonti, and then added, turning to the sparrow: - Do not be afraid, baby, tell us about yourself.

Sparrow returned to the table, fluffed up his feathers and importantly began to chirp, and the device quickly translated:

- Let it be known to you: we, sparrows, are not afraid of anything! There are brave, smart and helpful birds.

Perhaps the most intelligent and most useful. We even put monuments for it!
- Here it floods! - laughed Molly.
-Everyone knows that the smartest birds are crows and parrots.

-Yes, yes,- Tonti confirmed, “And the stupidest ones are ostriches.- They are so stupid that when they get scared they hide their heads in the sand.

- Nonsense! - Sparrow tweeted so that something was beeping in the device. - Nonsense! Nonsense 'They just lower their heads to the ground when they get tired. How would they, therefore, breathe in the sand? People consider themselves smart, oh believe in such stupid things! Although, of course, ostriches do not differ in their particular intelligence, this is true. But they run fast,
- And who flies the fastest? Tonti asked.

- Peregrine Falcons Falcons Diving, they can spread up to 320 kilometers per hour, the sparrow chirped, proud of his knowledge.
“At this speed, the main thing is to stop in time so as not to fly the top of the head into the ground. Molly giggled.” She did not believe the sparrow, but she was interested to listen to him, so she asked:

- And what other records do birds have?

- Well, for example, a swift can fly for several months without stopping! - Even merged on the fly.
And vultures and condors fly above all ... Brrrr, nasty vultures,” the sparrow cringed. Then he was silent for a while and again cheerfully chirped:
- Why are there vultures, some birds were even in space! For the sake of experiments, astronauts take birds' eggs with them, and the chicks hatch already in orbit. This I understand - height. But there were cases when small birds such as myself flew into rockets without demand and sent into space with hares. I personally know such a sparrow!

Molly broke down and burst out laughing.
- Isn’t that why sparrows are erected monuments?
- Not for that,- said the warbler seriously. - And for the fact that we save crops from pests.

- Well, yes,- Molly snorted, nodding at the cookie. - You bite all crops with pests!

Sparrow chuckled and turned away. Then Molly poured tea in a saucer and set it in front of the sparrow.

- Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you,- she said.
- Have a better drink! It seems to me. you are already sweating from your stories

Sparrow carefully looked at Molly, and then proudly tweeted:

- Firstly, the birds do not sweat. And secondly, I'm not a seagull for you to drink all sorts of nasty things! They can even drink sea water, and nothing is done to them.

Molly quickly ran to the kitchen and brought clean water. She poured it into another saucer and set it in front of the sparrow. He drank, then took a large piece of cookies into his beak and flew out the open window. And Molly and Tonti opened an encyclopedia about birds and found out that the sparrow deceived them only once. That's the sparrow story.

- Can you imagine, Tonti, - Max said, - if instead of a math lesson we had an astronautics lesson ?!

- Yeah, - Tonti said dreamily, - and there is zero gravity in the classroom: pens, notebooks, a teacher are flying around ...

- And flying past you, he says: "Shvabrin, fly to the board!"

- And I answer her: "I can not: And she told me:" Do you want a deuce? " And I told her. - "The board itself flies to me." And she “Be careful. Whatever crush you." And I ‚“ Don't yawn either. Out of the magazine, grades fly out."

- It will be quite fun here. An astronaut will fly into the classroom and say “Guys! I invite everyone to make a space flight! "

- And we all class will climb into a spaceship and fly into space!

- Let's see our Earth, so small and beautiful!
- And take a course to Mars!

- And suddenly the engines of the spaceship fail.

- Guys! - says the astronaut - Think of something! You're smart. At school learn.

- What is there to think? Let's got out and all together will push!

- It's unlikely, - the cosmonaut smiles - To push, you need to push off from something. And in space, we have nothing to push off from.

- And from the Sun? - the guys shout - Can you push off from the Sun?

- Can. But the temperature of even the upper solar layers is 5800 degrees Celsius. Shoes do not mind?

“The rocket doesn’t work because she’s hungry,” says Molly, as always. “We need to feed her. I’ll prepare everything now. Where are your groceries?

- Dear girl, - the astronaut laughs, - on the spaceship all the food is in tubes. And soup, and meat, and ice cream on a stick.
- Ahd have a stick? - asks one of the guys.

- No, no wand. But there is a popsicle with a stick.
And then it suddenly turns out that the engine has nothing to do with it, and the ship is not flying ... because he was captured by aliens and pulled into a black hole!

- What is a black hole? Molly asks.

- This is when a huge star, - explains the astronaut, - a million times larger than our sun, suddenly shrinks and becomes the size of an atom. And it attracts everything around with incredible power. Even light cannot escape its captivity. Therefore, it is called a black hole.

- Why are the aliens dragging our ship into a black hole? - asks Molly - We haven't done them anything wrong.

- They know, - the cosmonaut answers, - that all people on Earth live very together and immediately rush to our aid. And then the black hole will suck in everyone. And the planet will be free for aliens.

- What cunning, - everyone shouts, - we will not allow ourselves to be used!

- We won't! Molly agrees. - Just how?

And suddenly a space fence grows around in which there are two holes: one round, the other is square.

- The diameter of the circle is equal to the side of the square! - the astronaut determines at a distance. - If we direct our spaceship into that hole, the area of ​​which is smaller, then we will get stuck in it! And we will not fall into a black hole.

- The hole protects from the hole! - witty, as always, says Molly.

- Choosing a square!

- And I think a circle is better!

- Decide soon! - the astronaut shouts.

-… Make up your mind soon! - came the voice of the teacher. - Lesson ends! Why are there blank sheets in front of you? Where is the solution to the problem about the area of ​​a circle and the area of ​​a square?

“We were saving the world,” Tonti muttered.
“So that no one gets into the black hole,” Max added.

“I don’t know about a black hole,” the teacher said angrily, “but I promise you black friday. So that tomorrow they will come to school with their parents! To the director!

She turned around and left.

“Perhaps, I will lead my parents through a round hole,“ Max smiled.
“And I - through the square one,” Tonti answered confidently.

Once Jane decided to write a detective story. She pulled out her favorite typewriter and set it on the table. Of course, Jane had a computer, but she loved to write stories behind an old typewriter. And here her fingers pounded on the keys ...

“Mr. Brown was in his office. He was no longer young and recently felt unwell. Brown took a blank sheet and wrote: "Testament." At that time there was a knock on the door, and a maid entered the office ... "

"Dzzzz!" - the bell rang. Jane jumped up in her chair from surprise. She went to the door, opened and blurred in a smile. On the threshold stood a neighbor with the cutest kitten in her hands. She had to urgently leave for a few days, but not leave the baby alone ?! Of course, Jane happily agreed to shelter the kitten, and he went to study the writer's apartment. Jane poured milk in his saucer and sat down again at the typewriter.

“... A maid entered the office and asked Mr. Brown if he needed anything. He nodded and asked for tea. The maid came out, and Brown returned to the will: “To my children, Austin and Olivia, I will bequeath this house. I leave all my fortune to the children's hospital. "My children received a good education, they can earn as much as they want. Children's hospital will need my money."

Brown put an point, and at that time a maid entered the office. She wanted to put the cup on the table, but she suddenly noticed a will. Her hand trembled and tea spilled onto the papers.

- Oh, sorry! She began to make excuses. “You know how I feel about you, and this will, it scared me!” Are you okay?

“It's okay, Polly, don't worry,” Brown reassured her.

The will can be rewritten. But perhaps I will do it tomorrow.

He crumpled a testament filled with tea, threw it in the trash and left the office. "

Jane reached out and got up from the table: “I should have some tea too,” she said to herself and went to the kitchen. But when she returned and began to re-read what was written, she saw this:

"... threw into the trash lonopvdsdyasr nnvlashch oyarapt 1188aos".

Jane flinched! The cup tipped and tea spilled directly onto the text With trembling hands, she pulled out the damaged sheet from the typewriter and thought. She heard many times from other story writers about how their writing came true. But just like that, right away? Can not be! “Probably the machine chudit,” Jane decided. “She is already old, you never know.” And then she gathered her thoughts and continued to write.

“The next morning, Polly found Mr. Brown in her room unconscious. She called an ambulance, and he was taken to the hospital.

But a few hours later the police arrived at the house - it turned out that poison was found in Mr. Brown’s blood! Upon learning of the will, the detective immediately went to his office. He checked every piece of paper in the trash, but there was no will.

“That's right,” said the detective thoughtfully. “So someone took the will from the basket and was unsatisfied with how Brown wanted to dispose of his condition ... He did not wait for him to write a new will, and decided to poison Mr. Brown!”

Jane stopped. “It's time to eat. I’ll order pizza! ” She thought and left the room to call the nearest pizzeria. And when she returned ... she saw that the sheets that she doused with tea had disappeared.

Jane turned pale and sat down heavily on a chair. How can this be ?! She looked under the table, picked up the typewriter, went around the room — there were no sheets anywhere. Jane became ill. For several minutes she sat motionless and came to herself only when the doorbell rang: "Dzzzz!" It was a pizza delivery man.

With trembling hands, Jane brought the box to the kitchen. For a while she watched but cooling pizza, and then resolutely closed the box and carried it to the garbage chute. You never know what else can come true ... Better not to take risks.

What do you think really happened at Jane’s house?