PART ONE

CARLSON, WHO LIVES ON THE ROOF

In the city of Stockholm, on the most ordinary street, in the most ordinary house, lives the most ordinary Swedish family named Svanteson. This family consists of the most ordinary dad, the most ordinary mother and three of the most ordinary children - Bosse, Betan and the Kid.

I'm not the most ordinary kid at all, - says the Kid.

But this, of course, is not true. After all, there are so many boys in the world who are seven years old, who have blue eyes, unwashed ears and pants torn at the knees, that there is nothing to doubt: the Kid is the most ordinary boy.

The boss is fifteen years old, and he is more willing to stand at the football goal than at the school board, which means that he is also the most ordinary boy.

Bethan is fourteen years old, and her braids are exactly the same as those of other most ordinary girls.

In the whole house there is only one not quite ordinary creature - Carlson, who lives on the roof. Yes, he lives on the roof, and that alone is extraordinary. It may be different in other cities, but in Stockholm it almost never happens that someone lives on the roof, and even in a separate small house. But Carlson, imagine, lives there.

Carlson is a small plump self-confident man, and besides, he can fly. Everyone can fly on airplanes and helicopters, but Carlson can fly on his own. As soon as he presses the button on his stomach, an ingenious motor immediately starts working behind him. For a minute, until the propeller spins properly, Carlson stands motionless, but when the engine starts to work with might and main, Carlson soars up and flies, swaying slightly, with such an important and dignified air, like some kind of director - of course, if you can imagine a director with a propeller on the back.

Carlson lives well in a small house on the roof. In the evenings he sits on the porch, smoking his pipe and looking at the stars. From the roof, of course, the stars are better seen than from the windows, and therefore one can only be surprised that so few people live on the roofs. It must be that other tenants simply do not know to settle on the roof. After all, they do not know that Carlson has his own house there, because this house is hidden behind a large chimney. And in general, will adults pay attention to some tiny house there, even if they stumble over it?

Once, a chimney sweep suddenly saw Carlson's house. He was very surprised and said to himself:

Strange... House?... It can't be! There is a small house on the roof? ... How could he be here?

Then the chimney sweep climbed into the chimney, forgot about the house and never thought about it again.

The kid was very glad that he met Carlson. As soon as Carlson arrived, the extraordinary adventure. Carlson must also have been pleased to meet the Kid. After all, whatever you say, it’s not very comfortable to live alone in a small house, and even in one that no one has ever heard of. It's sad if there is no one to shout: "Hi, Carlson!" When you fly by.

Their acquaintance happened on one of those unfortunate days when being a Baby did not bring any joy, although it is usually wonderful to be a Baby. After all, the Kid is a favorite of the whole family, and everyone pampers him as best he can. But on that day, everything went topsy-turvy. Mom scolded him for tearing his pants again, Bethan yelled at him: “Wipe your nose! “and dad was angry because Baby came home late from school.

Walking the streets! - said dad.

"Roaming the streets!" But dad did not know that on the way home, the Kid met a puppy. A sweet, beautiful puppy who sniffed the Kid and wagged his tail affably, as if he wanted to become his puppy.

If it depended on the Kid, then the puppy's wish would come true right there. But the trouble was that mom and dad would never want to keep a dog in the house. And besides, some aunt suddenly appeared from around the corner and shouted: “Ricky! Ricky! Here!" - and then it became quite clear to the Kid that this puppy would never become his puppy.

It seems that you will live like this all your life without a dog, - the Kid said bitterly, when everything turned against him. - Here you have, mom, there is a dad; and Bosse and Bethan are also always together. And I - I have no one! ...

Dear Baby, you have all of us! Mom said.

I don’t know ... - the Kid said with even more bitterness, because it suddenly seemed to him that he really had no one and nothing in the world.

However, he had his own room, and he went there.

It was a clear spring evening, the windows were open, and the white curtains were slowly swinging, as if greeting the little pale stars that had just appeared in the clear spring sky. The kid leaned on the windowsill and began to look out the window. He thought about that beautiful puppy he met today. Perhaps this puppy is now in a basket in the kitchen and some boy - not the Kid, but another - is sitting next to him on the floor, stroking his shaggy head and saying: “Ricky, you are a wonderful dog!”

The kid took a deep breath. Suddenly he heard a faint buzzing. It grew louder and louder, and then, strange as it may seem, a fat man flew past the window. This was Carlson, who lives on the roof. But at that time the Kid did not yet know him.

Carlson gave the Kid an attentive, long look and flew on. Having gained altitude, he made a small circle above the roof, flew around the pipe and turned back to the window. Then he picked up speed and flew past the Kid like a real small plane. Then he did the second round. Then the third.

The kid stood motionless and waited for what would happen next. He was simply breathless with excitement and goosebumps ran down his back - after all, it’s not every day that little fat men fly past the windows.

And the little man outside the window, meanwhile, slowed down and, having caught up with the window sill, said:

Hello! Can I land here for a minute?

Not a bit for me, - Carlson said importantly, - because I am the best flyer in the world! But I would not advise a bum who looks like a bag of hay to imitate me.

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The first book of the trilogy about Carlson was written in 1955, and already in 1957 it was translated into Russian and since then has been one of the most beloved books of our children.

This first book was called "The Kid and Carlson, who lives on the roof." But first, a few words about the author of the trilogy.

Astrid Lindgren (1907-2002)

Astrid Lindgren in 1960
Astrid Lindgren is a Swedish writer whose books are known to children in different countries peace. Her books have been translated into Russian by several authors, but translations are considered the best. Lilianna Lungina. The Swedish writer herself admitted that thanks to the talent of Lungina (who translated three more books by Lindgren: about Pippi, Emil and Roni), her characters became popular and loved in the Soviet Union, like nowhere else in the world.

All three books about Carlson were illustrated by a Swedish artist Elon Wikland.It is her illustrations that are most famous all over the world. In Russia, illustrations by the artist and cartoonist are also known.Anatoly Savchenko.

Anatoly Savchenko

The full name of the writer is Astrid Anna Emilia Lindgren. Astrid Lindgren was born on November 14, 1907 in Sweden, on the Nes farm near Vimmerby, into a peasant family. She considers her childhood happy: she grew up in a loving friendly family with four children (Lindgren is the second child). It was her own childhood that served as a source of inspiration for her work.

Astrid Lindgren's childhood home in Vimmerby (Sweden), today part of Astrid Lindgren's world
Photo credit: W.A. 2.0 - Own work, from Wikipedia
Astrid grew up surrounded by folklore - she heard many jokes, fairy tales, stories from her father or from friends, and then they formed the basis of her own works.
Her creative abilities manifested themselves already in elementary school.
In addition to intensive writing work, she was engaged in social activities. Even well-known political figures listened to her opinion. She was characterized by a desire for equality and a caring attitude towards people. She treated everyone with the same cordiality and respect, whether it was a Swedish prime minister, a foreign head of state, or one of her child readers. She always lived according to her convictions, so her personality was admired and respected not only in Sweden, but also abroad.
Her fame grew through numerous radio and television appearances. Swedish children grew up listening to the author's books by Astrid Lindgren on the radio.
During the years of her literary activity, Astrid Lindgren earned good money, but did not change her lifestyle: she lived from the 1940s in a modest Stockholm apartment and often gave money to others.
Lindgren has always stood up for the well-being of children, adults or environment She loved nature very much.

Her awards: medal of G.Kh. Andersen (1958), which is called Nobel Prize; the Karen Blixen medal established by the Danish Academy; Russian medal named after Leo Tolstoy; the Chilean Gabriela Mistral Prize; Swedish Selma Lagerlöf Prize; Swedish State Prize for Literature (1969). Achievements in the field of philanthropy are recognized by the Peace Prize of the German Bookseller in 1978 and the Albert Schweitzer Medal in 1989.

The most famous works of Astrid Lindgren

Pippi Longstocking (5 books)
Calle Blumkvist Trilogy
Bullerby Trilogy
Trilogy about Katya
Trilogy about Carlson
Horny Street (2 books)
Madiken (5 books)
Emil of Lönneberga (book series)
Mio, my Mio
rasmus vagabond
Brothers Lionheart
Roni, daughter of a robber, etc.

20 adaptations of A. Lindgren's works have been made.

Monument to a writer in Stockholm
Photo credit: Stefan Ott, from Wikipedia

The main characters of the trilogy about Carlson

Illustration by Elon Wickland
Carlsonliterary character created by Astrid Lindgren. Carlson lives in a small house on the roof of an apartment building in Stockholm. Carlson's best friend is the boy Svante, youngest child in the Svanteson family, nicknamed the Kid. At the time of his acquaintance with Carlson, he was only 7 years old.

Illustration by Elon Wickland

Carlson is a small plump man of indeterminate age. He lives alone in a small house on the roof, he can fly with the help of a motor that is on his back. About his parents, Carlson says this: “My mom is a mummy, and my father is a dwarf.” Carlson loves to walk on the roofs and perform all sorts of tricks. He is quite self-confident and considers himself "the best in the world" in every way, as well as a handsome, intelligent and moderately plump man in his prime. His favorite pastime is to eat well, he especially likes meatballs, cake with whipped cream and buns.

Illustration by A. Savchenko
Babybest friend Carlson. His real name is Svante Svanteson. The baby is the youngest child in the family, whom everyone loves. He is a polite and well-mannered boy, but sometimes stubborn. Before meeting Carlson, he often had no one to play with.
Herr and Fru Svanteson are the parents of the Kid. Mom is just a housewife, and dad works. The baby also has a grandmother. She lives in the country, and the Kid visits her in the summer.
Kid's friend and classmate Gunilla, in which the baby is in love and is going to marry her over time, when he grows up. Christer- Kid's classmate who has a dog. The kid dreams about it. Bosse and bethan- older brother and sister of the Kid.

Illustration by A. Savchenko
Miss Hildur Bock- Svanteson's housekeeper. “A stern, elderly lady of high stature, overweight, and, moreover, very resolute both in opinions and in actions. She had several chins and such angry eyes that the Kid was even scared at first. The kid at the first meeting called her a "housekeeper", but gradually got used to her. Freken Bock does not like Carlson and calls him "this ill-mannered fat boy, a mischievous one."
Uncle Julius Janson- a distant relative of the baby's dad. He lives in another city, but once a year he comes to Stockholm to visit the Svantesons. At the end of the 3rd book, Uncle Julius marries Miss Bok.
Phille and Roulle- apartment thieves and hooligans. Once they broke into the Svantesons' apartment to rob it. They hunted for Carlson in order to hand him over to the police and get 10,000 crowns.

Astrid Lindgren "The Kid and Carlson Who Lives on the Roof" (1955)

A seven-year-old boy, the youngest child in the family, is bored alone when a man with a propeller on his back and a button on his stomach unexpectedly flies up to the open window of his room and introduces himself: “I am Carlson, who lives on the roof.”
So the Kid met Carlson.
After the very first communication, the Kid made his own conclusion that Carlson was "the best in the world" in everything, even though he did not very successfully check the safety valve of the Kid's steam engine. The car exploded, and Carlson had to urgently fly home. Malysh's parents, who came running to the sound of the explosion, did not believe his stories about Carlson, believing that Malysh was just fantasizing.

Illustration by Elon Wickland
Carlson arrives again and again, involving the Kid in new games.
Once the Kid visited Carlson at his house on the roof. They spent the whole evening walking on the roofs, playing pranks and doing useful things - for example, they fed a child left unattended by their parents, they did not let two crooks Fille and Rulle rob one village boy. Having met the Kid's friends (Christer and Gunilla), Carlson immediately draws them into a new game: a ghost.
On his birthday, the Kid finally received a long-awaited dog as a gift - it was a dachshund named Bimbo. On this day, the Malysh family met Carlson. The birthday is over, and the Kid said goodbye to Carlson until the fall - he leaves for his grandmother in the village.

Astrid Lindgren "Carlson, who lives on the roof, has flown again" (1962)

Illustration by Elon Wickland

The second part of A. Lindgren's trilogy about Carlson was translated into Russian in 1965.
Summer is over and the Kid is back home. Nobody knew anything about Carlson. And the baby's mother got sick. She needs to heal and rest, so the housekeeper Freken Bock comes to the house. Her character is rather harsh, so at first the baby was even scared, because. it was he who most of all had to communicate with her - his sister and brother were busy with their own affairs, and dad worked. Soon Carlson appeared with his notions and pranks, and Miss God believes that real ghosts have wound up in the house. A lot of events happen in the house (read the book!), but everything is gradually getting better: mom and dad return, Bosse and Betan are discharged from the hospital (they were suspected of having scarlet fever, but this was not confirmed), and Miss Bock, as a talented culinary specialist, is invited to television . The whole family, together with Carlson, gathers at the TV to watch a program featuring Miss Bock.

A. Lindgren "Carlson, who lives on the roof, plays pranks again" (1968)

Illustration by A. Savchenko

The third part of the trilogy was translated into Russian in 1973.
The events of this part begin in a year. It's summer again, but this time Toddler's parents want to go on a cruise around the world with him. But a message comes from a distant relative (Uncle Julius): he is going to come to visit. At the same time, a report about a flying barrel appears in the newspaper. This, of course, is Carlson, but the authorities believe that this is a spy, and announce a sum of 10,000 crowns for him.
The kid immediately refuses to go with his parents. Mom and dad are leaving, and Miss Bock is again invited to the house. Uncle Julius arrives and brings everyone with his whims and demands. Carlson begins to re-educate his uncle. Over time, he succeeded.
But there is another danger: Fille and Rulle want to catch Carlson and get 10,000 crowns. The operation to save Carlson from the robbers begins. With the help of a small toy gun, Little Carlson forces Fille and Rulle to return the watch and wallet, thus earning great respect from Uncle Julius. Carlson himself in the editorial office of the newspaper told who he was, as well as about his friend Malysh, and received 10,000 crowns in coins in the 5th era.
Uncle continues to improve right before our eyes, falls in love with Miss Bok and proposes to her. The kid and Carlson arrange a real feast on this occasion in the house of Carlson, who lives on the roof.

What is the reason for the popularity of A. Lindgren's trilogy about Carlson?

Illustration by Elon Wickland

Pippi Longstocking is the most popular Lindgren character in the world. But in Russia, Carlson is more loved, he is the most popular and recognizable literary image. 80% of all publications of "Carlson" fall on the USSR and Russia. Lindgren herself was struck by the popularity of this hero in our country. Because in America, in some states, this book was banned for this reason: “Carlson's antics infuriate teachers and parents. This hero provokes children to be naughty and causes fear and disgust towards nannies and visiting housekeepers. He's a real bastard!"
In her letter to Soviet children, Astrid Lindgren noted: “Probably, Carlson’s popularity in your country is due to the fact that there is something Russian, Slavic in him.” But what exactly? Carelessness? Adventurism? Constant hope for a chance? Or a firm intention to help a friend out according to the Suvorov formula “die yourself, but help out a comrade”?
And in Sweden itself, Carlson is not only not popular, but is a negative character. Why are readers in Sweden and elsewhere European countries saw Carlson one, and readers in Russia - completely different?
6th grade student school number 19 in Kandalaksha Anastasia Semyonova conducted her own research on this topic. And here's what she found out. Russian children are mostly familiar with Carlson from the cartoon (70%), and only 30% of the respondents have read the book. Abroad, 87% read the book, and 13% watched the cartoon.

Attitude towards Carlson of Russian children and adults:

Negative - 8%
Indifferent - 9%
Positive - 83%

Attitude towards Carlson of children and adults abroad:

Positive - 31%
Indifferent - 5%
Negative - 64%

But at the same time, you, both Russian and foreign readers, almost agree on negative features of Carlson (likes to brag and exaggerate, deceiver, plays pranks, extorts food, selfish, slovenly, eats without measure, pleased with himself, unceremonious, thief, cannot write and count, stubborn) and positive(resourceful, witty, cheerful, helps the offended, punishes crooks, flies when help is needed, does not leave a friend in trouble, re-educates adults, rejoices when others feel good).

And the student concludes:

1) the fate of the book depends on the reader's perception;
2) interest in a foreign book depends on age, nationality, and most importantly, on the skill of the translator: the “Russian” Carlson is popular in Russia thanks to the translator L. Lungina, the creators of the animated film, since their image of Carlson is much softer and sweeter than in the original (from the site https://infourok.ru/ .

Of course, the successful translation made by Lilianna Lungina played a big role in Carlson's popularity in our country. It was she who came up with a lot of jokes, linguistic finds that became phraseological units: “Calm, only calm”, “Trifles, worldly business”, “A moderately well-fed man in the prime of life”, etc.
Son of Lilianna Lungina, famous director Pavel Lungin, recalled that he was 10 years old in the year when his mother worked on the translation of the first book of the trilogy about Carlson: “I remember that in the summer my mother and father (Semyon Lungin), who was a wonderful screenwriter with an excellent sense of dialogue, had terribly fun, laughed and came up with these replicas. “Calmness, only calmness...”, “Trifling, worldly business...”, “I don’t play like that...” - all this was not in the text, everything was invented during the translation.
And Lindgren herself admitted that thanks to the talent of Lungina, who translated several of her books into Russian, her characters became popular and loved in Russia, like nowhere else in the world.

Carlson who lives on the roof

In the city of Stockholm, on the most ordinary street, in the most ordinary house, lives the most ordinary Swedish family named Svanteson. This family consists of the most ordinary dad, the most ordinary mother and three of the most ordinary guys - Bosse, Betan and the Kid.

I'm not the most ordinary kid at all, - says the Kid.

But this, of course, is not true. After all, there are so many boys in the world who are seven years old, who have blue eyes, unwashed ears and pants torn at the knees, that there is nothing to doubt: the Kid is the most ordinary boy.

The boss is fifteen years old, and he is more willing to stand at the football goal than at the school board, which means that he is also the most ordinary boy.

Bethan is fourteen years old, and her braids are exactly the same as those of other most ordinary girls.

In the whole house there is only one not quite ordinary creature - Carlson, who lives on the roof. Yes, he lives on the roof, and that alone is extraordinary. It may be different in other cities, but in Stockholm it almost never happens that someone lives on the roof, and even in a separate small house. But Carlson, imagine, lives there.

Carlson is a small plump self-confident man, and besides, he can fly. Everyone can fly on airplanes and helicopters, but Carlson can fly on his own. As soon as he presses the button on his stomach, an ingenious motor immediately starts working behind him. For a minute, until the propeller spins properly, Carlson stands motionless, but when the engine starts to work with might and main, Carlson soars up and flies, swaying slightly, with such an important and dignified air, like some kind of director - of course, if you can imagine a director with a propeller on the back.

Carlson lives perfectly in a small house on the roof. In the evenings he sits on the porch, smokes his pipe and looks at the stars. From the roof, of course, the stars are seen better than from the windows, and therefore one can only be surprised that so few people live on the roofs. It must be that other tenants simply do not know to settle on the roof. After all, they do not know that Carlson has his own house there, because this house is hidden behind a large chimney. And in general, will adults pay attention to some tiny house there, even if they stumble over it?

Once, a chimney sweep suddenly saw Carlson's house. He was very surprised and said to himself:

Strange... House?.. It can't be! There is a small house on the roof? .. How could he be here?

Then the chimney sweep climbed into the chimney, forgot about the house and never thought about it again.

The kid was very glad that he met Carlson. As soon as Carlson arrived, extraordinary adventures began. Carlson must also have been pleased to meet the Kid. After all, whatever you say, it’s not very comfortable to live alone in a small house, and even in one that no one has ever heard of. It is sad if there is no one to shout: “Hi, Carlson!” when you fly by.

Their acquaintance happened on one of those unfortunate days when being a Baby did not bring any joy, although it is usually wonderful to be a Baby. After all, the Kid is a favorite of the whole family, and everyone pampers him as soon as he can. But on that day, everything went topsy-turvy. Mom scolded him for tearing his pants again, Bethan yelled at him: “Wipe your nose!”, and dad was angry because the Kid came home late from school.

Walking the streets! - said dad.

“Roaming the streets!” But dad did not know that on the way home, the Kid met a puppy. A sweet, beautiful puppy that sniffed the Baby and wagged its tail affably, as if it wanted to become his puppy.

If it depended on the Kid, then the puppy's wish would come true right there. But the trouble was that mom and dad would never want to keep a dog in the house. And besides, some aunt suddenly appeared from around the corner and shouted: “Ricky! Ricky! Here!" - and then it became quite clear to the Kid that this puppy would never become his puppy.

It seems that you will live like this all your life without a dog, - the Kid said bitterly, when everything turned against him. - Here you have, mom, there is a dad; and Bosse and Bethan are also always together. And I - I have no one! ..

Dear Baby, you have all of us! Mom said.

I don’t know ... - the Kid said with even more bitterness, because it suddenly seemed to him that he really had no one and nothing in the world.

However, he had his own room, and he went there.

It was a clear spring evening, the windows were open, and the white curtains slowly swayed, as if greeting the little pale stars that had just appeared in the clear spring sky. The kid leaned on the windowsill and began to look out the window. He thought about that beautiful puppy he met today. Perhaps this puppy is now in a basket in the kitchen and some boy - not the Kid, but another one - is sitting next to him on the floor, stroking his shaggy head and saying: “Ricky, you are a wonderful dog!”

The kid took a deep breath. Suddenly he heard a faint buzzing. It grew louder and louder, and then, strange as it may seem, a fat man flew past the window. This was Carlson, who lives on the roof. But at that time, the Kid did not know him yet.

Carlson gave the Kid an attentive, long look and flew on. Having gained altitude, he made a small circle above the roof, flew around the pipe and turned back to the window. Then he picked up speed and flew past the Kid like a real small plane. Then he did the second round. Then the third.

The kid stood motionless and waited for what would happen next. He was simply breathless with excitement and goosebumps ran down his back - after all, it’s not every day that little fat men fly past the windows.

And the little man outside the window, meanwhile, slowed down and, having caught up with the window sill, said:

Hello! Can I land here for a minute?

Not a bit for me, - Carlson said importantly, - because I am the best flyer in the world! But I would not advise a bum who looks like a bag of hay to imitate me.

The kid thought that he shouldn’t be offended by the “bag of hay”, but decided never to try to fly.

What is your name? Carlson asked.

Baby. Although my real name is Svante Svanteson.

And, oddly enough, my name is Carlson. Just Carlson, that's all. Hi baby!

Hey Carlson! - said the Kid.

How old are you? Carlson asked.

Seven, - answered the Kid.

Excellent. Let's continue the conversation, - said Carlson.

Then he quickly flung his little plump legs one by one over the window sill and found himself in the room.

And how old are you? - asked the Kid, deciding that Carlson was behaving too childishly for an adult uncle.

How old am I? Carlson asked. - I'm a man in the prime of life, I can't tell you anything more.

The kid did not understand exactly what it means to be a man in in the prime of life. Maybe he, too, is a man in his prime, but just doesn't know it yet? So he cautiously asked:

And at what age is the prime of life?

In any! Carlson replied with a satisfied smile. - In any case, in any case, when it comes to me. I am a handsome, smart and moderately well-fed man in the prime of life!

He went to the Kid's bookshelf and pulled out a toy steam engine that was standing there.

Let's run it, - suggested Carlson. “It’s impossible without a dad,” said the Kid. - The car can only be run with dad or Barefoot.

With dad, with Bosse or with Carlson, who lives on the roof. The best steam engine specialist in the world is Carlson, who lives on the roof. So tell your dad! Carlson said.

He quickly grabbed a bottle of denatured alcohol that stood next to the car, filled a small spirit lamp and lit the fuse.

Although Carlson was the best steam engine specialist in the world, he poured denatured alcohol very clumsily and even spilled it, so that a whole meth lake formed on the shelf. It immediately caught fire, and cheerful blue flames danced on the polished surface. The kid screamed in fright

And bounced off.

Peace, only peace! - said Carlson and raised his plump hand in warning.

But the Kid couldn't stand still when he saw the fire. He quickly grabbed a rag and killed the flame. Several large, ugly stains remained on the polished surface of the shelf.

Look how ruined the shelf is! - Concernedly said the Kid. What will mom say now?

Trifles, the business of life! A few tiny specks on a bookshelf are a matter of life. So tell your mom.

Carlson knelt beside the steam engine, and his eyes sparkled.

Now she will start working.

And indeed, not even a second passed before the steam engine started working. Foot, foot, foot ... - she puffed. Oh, it was the most beautiful steam engine imaginable, and Carlson looked as proud and happy as if he had invented it himself.

I have to check the safety valve, - Carlson suddenly said and began to twist some small handle. - If the safety valves are not checked, accidents happen.

Foot-foot-foot ... - the car puffed faster and faster. “Footfoot!” In the end, she began to choke, as if she were galloping. Carlson's eyes shone.

And the Kid has already stopped grieving about the stains on the shelf. He was happy that he had such a wonderful steam engine, and that he met Carlson, the world's best steam engine specialist, who checked her safety valve so skillfully.

Well, Kid, - said Carlson, - this is really “foot-foot-foot”! That's what I understand! The world's best sp...

But Carlson did not have time to finish, because at that moment there was a loud explosion and the steam engine was gone, and its fragments scattered throughout the room.

She exploded! - Carlson shouted in delight, as if he had managed to do the most interesting trick with the steam engine. - Honestly, she exploded! What a rumble! That's great!

But the Kid could not share Carlson's joy. He stood bewildered, with eyes full of tears.

My steam engine ... - he sobbed. - My steam engine fell to pieces!

Trifles, the business of life! - And Carlson carelessly waved his small plump hand. “I’ll give you an even better car,” he reassured the Kid.

You? - the Kid was surprised.

Of course. I have several thousand steam engines up there.

Where are you up there?

Upstairs in my rooftop house.

Do you have a rooftop house? - repeated the Kid. “And several thousand steam engines?”

Well, yes. Two hundred for sure.

How I would like to visit your house! - exclaimed the Kid.

It was hard to believe it: a small house on the roof, and Carlson lives in it ...

Just think, a house full of steam engines! - exclaimed the Kid. - Two hundred cars!

Well, I didn’t exactly count how many of them were left there, - Carlson clarified, - but certainly not less than a few dozen.

And will you give me one car?

Well, of course!

Right now!

No, first I need to inspect them a little, check the safety valves ... well, that sort of thing. Peace, only peace! You will receive the car in a few days.

The kid began to pick up pieces of what used to be his steam engine from the floor.

I can imagine how angry dad will be, ”he muttered worriedly.

Carlson raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Because of the steam engine? Why, it's nothing, it's a matter of life. Should I be worried about this! So tell your dad. I would have told him this myself, but I am in a hurry and therefore I cannot linger here ... I will not be able to meet your dad today. I have to fly home to see what's going on there.

It's very good that you came to me, - said the Kid. - Although, of course, the steam engine... Will you ever fly here again?

Peace, only peace! - said Carlson and pressed the button on his stomach.

The motor hummed, but Carlson stood motionless and waited for the propeller to spin at full power. But here Carlson came off the floor and made a few circles.

The motor is running something. It will be necessary to fly into the workshop so that it is lubricated there. Of course, I could do it myself, yes, trouble, there is no time ... I think that I will still look into the workshop.

The kid also thought that it would be wiser.

Carlson flew out the open window; his little plump figure stood out clearly in the spring sky, strewn with stars.

Hi baby! - shouted Carlson, waved his plump hand and disappeared.

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Story One
CARLSON, WHO LIVES ON THE ROOF

Carlson who lives on the roof

In the city of Stockholm, on the most ordinary street, in the most ordinary house, lives the most ordinary Swedish family named Svanteson. This family consists of the most ordinary dad, the most ordinary mother and three of the most ordinary children - Bosse, Betan and the Kid.

I'm not the most ordinary kid at all, - says the Kid.

But this, of course, is not true. After all, there are so many boys in the world who are seven years old, who have blue eyes, unwashed ears and pants torn at the knees, that there is nothing to doubt: the Kid is the most ordinary boy.

The boss is fifteen years old, and he is more willing to stand at the football goal than at the school board, which means that he is also the most ordinary boy.

Bethan is fourteen years old, and her braids are exactly the same as those of other most ordinary girls.

In the whole house there is only one not quite ordinary creature - Carlson, who lives on the roof. Yes, he lives on the roof, and that alone is extraordinary. It may be different in other cities, but in Stockholm it almost never happens that someone lives on the roof, and even in a separate small house. But Carlson, imagine, lives there.

Carlson is a small plump self-confident man, and besides, he can fly. Everyone can fly on airplanes and helicopters, but Carlson can fly on his own. As soon as he presses the button on his stomach, an ingenious motor immediately starts working behind him. For a minute, until the propeller spins properly, Carlson stands motionless, but when the engine starts to work with might and main, Carlson soars up and flies, swaying slightly, with such an important and dignified air, like some kind of director - of course, if you can imagine a director with a propeller on the back.

Carlson lives perfectly in a small house on the roof. In the evenings he sits on the porch, smokes his pipe and looks at the stars. From the roof, of course, the stars are seen better than from the windows, and therefore one can only be surprised that so few people live on the roofs. It must be that other tenants simply do not know to settle on the roof. After all, they do not know that Carlson has his own house there, because this house is hidden behind a large chimney. And in general, will adults pay attention to some tiny house there, even if they stumble over it?

Once, a chimney sweep suddenly saw Carlson's house. He was very surprised and said to himself:

Strange... House?.. It can't be! There is a small house on the roof? .. How could he be here?

Then the chimney sweep climbed into the chimney, forgot about the house and never thought about it again.



The kid was very glad that he met Carlson. As soon as Carlson arrived, extraordinary adventures began. Carlson must also have been pleased to meet the Kid. After all, whatever you say, it’s not very comfortable to live alone in a small house, and even in one that no one has ever heard of. It's sad if there is no one to shout: "Hi, Carlson!" When you fly by.

Their acquaintance happened on one of those unfortunate days when being a Baby did not bring any joy, although it is usually wonderful to be a Baby. After all, the Kid is a favorite of the whole family, and everyone pampers him as best he can. But on that day, everything went topsy-turvy. Mom scolded him for tearing his pants again, Bethan yelled at him: “Wipe your nose!”, and dad was angry because the Kid came home late from school.

Walking the streets! - said dad.

"Roaming the streets!" But dad did not know that on the way home, the Kid met a puppy. A sweet, beautiful puppy who sniffed the Kid and wagged his tail affably, as if he wanted to become his puppy.

If it depended on the Kid, then the puppy's wish would come true right there. But the trouble was that mom and dad would never want to keep a dog in the house. And besides, some aunt suddenly appeared from around the corner and shouted: “Ricky! Ricky! Here!" - and then it became quite clear to the Kid that this puppy would never become his puppy.

It seems that you will live your whole life without a dog, - the Kid said bitterly, when everything turned against him. - Here you have, mom, there is a dad; and Bosse and Bethan are also always together. And I - I have no one! ..

Dear Baby, you have all of us! Mom said.

I don’t know ... - the Kid said with even more bitterness, because it suddenly seemed to him that he really had no one and nothing in the world.

However, he had his own room, and he went there.

It was a clear spring evening, the windows were open, and the white curtains slowly swayed, as if greeting the little pale stars that had just appeared in the clear spring sky. The kid leaned on the windowsill and began to look out the window. He thought about that beautiful puppy he met today. Perhaps this puppy is now in a basket in the kitchen and some boy - not the Kid, but another one - is sitting next to him on the floor, stroking his shaggy head and saying: “Ricky, you are a wonderful dog!”

The kid took a deep breath. Suddenly he heard a faint buzzing. It grew louder and louder, and then, strange as it may seem, a fat man flew past the window. This was Carlson, who lives on the roof. But at that time, the Kid did not know him yet.

Carlson gave the Kid an attentive, long look and flew on. Having gained altitude, he made a small circle above the roof, flew around the pipe and turned back to the window. Then he picked up speed and flew past the Kid like a real small plane. Then he did the second round. Then the third.