Nenhuma nota no slide Chuck And Geck 1. There was once a man who dwelt in the forest by the Blue Mountains. He worked very hard but there was always more work to be done and he had no time to go home for his holidays. Finally, when winter came, he felt so terribly lonely that he wrote to his wife asking her to come and visit him with the boys.
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Nenhuma nota no slide Chuck And Geck 1. There was once a man who dwelt in the forest by the Blue Mountains. He worked very hard but there was always more work to be done and he had no time to go home for his holidays. Finally, when winter came, he felt so terribly lonely that he wrote to his wife asking her to come and visit him with the boys. He had two boys: Chuck and Geek. They lived with their mother in a great big city far, far away—there was not a finer city in the whole wide world.
Day and night red stars sparkled atop the towers of this city. And its name, of course, was Moscow. And a fine battle it was too. What they were fighting about I no longer remember. The two brothers had punched each other once and were just about to exchange another punch when the bell rang. They looked at each other in alarm. They thought it was Mother.
And she was not like other mothers. She never scolded them or shouted at them for fighting. She simply put the culprits in separate rooms and kept them there for a whole hour, or even two, and would not let them play together. And an hour—tick-tock—has sixty whole minutes in it. Two hours have even more than that.
So the boys quickly wiped away their tears and rushed to open the door. It was the postman with a letter. He must be coming soon! Because, though Moscow was the most wonderful city in the world, when Father was away for a whole long year even Moscow could be a dull place.
They were so excited and happy they did not hear Mother come in. Imagine her surprise when she found her two wonderful youngsters sprawled on their backs, shrieking and beating a tattoo on the wall with their heels; so vigorously, in fact, that the pictures over the sofa were shaking and the springs in the clock were humming. But when Mother learned what the rejoicing was about she did not scold her boys. Instead, she whisked them off the sofa, slipped out of her fur coat and pounced on the letter without even troubling to shake the snowflakes from her hair; they had already melted and were glittering like beads above her dark eyebrows.
At first she frowned, and they frowned too. Then she smiled. That meant the letter was a jolly one. The letter had turned out to be as sad as sad could be. In another moment they were pouting and snuffling and darting angry glances at Mother, who, for some unknown reason, was smiling.
And after that you have to ride in a sleigh through the taiga. Goodness, what a fantastic idea! Just think of it yourselves. They said they were ready to ride not only a thousand, but all of a hundred thousand kilometres.
They were brave. They went on chattering and swinging their arms and stamping their feet and hopping about while Mother sat still and did nothing but listen to them. Then all of a sudden she burst out laughing, swept them both up into her arms, whirled them round and finally tossed them on the sofa. Between ourselves, she had been expecting such a letter for a long time and she was only teasing Chuck and Geek because she loved fun.
Meanwhile Chuck and Geek did not waste time. Chuck made himself a dagger out of a kitchen knife, while Geek found a smooth stick, hammered a nail into it and—lo!
Finally everything was ready. The luggage was packed. A double lock was fixed to the door. The bread crumbs and the stray particles of flour and cereals were brushed out of the cupboard to keep the mice away. And then Mother went off to the railway station to buy tickets for a train leaving the next day. While she was gone, Chuck and Geek had a quarrel. Also a few blackbird feathers for arrows, some horsehair for a Chinese trick, and other things just as important.
Geek did not have a box of that kind. In general, Geek was a scatterbrain, but he certainly could sing songs. Now, it so happened that while Chuck was sorting out the contents of his precious box in the kitchen and Geek was singing in the other room, the postman entered and handed Chuck a telegram for Mother.
Chuck put the telegram away in his box and went to see why Geek had stopped singing. In the middle of the room stood a chair, and over its back hung a newspaper all tattered and torn by the spear.
And in that box Chuck had stored away a tin bugle, three coloured November Seventh badges and some money—46 kopeks in all—which he had not squandered like Geek but had put away for their long journey. But like a hawk Geek flew at Chuck, wrenched his metal box out of his hands and, jumping up on the windowsill, hurled it out of the window.
Chuck was outraged. He gave an ear-splitting howl and with cries of "The telegram! The telegram! Sensing that something was wrong, Geek hurried out after him. In vain did they search for the metal box with the unopened telegram. It had either fallen deep into a snowdrift or had dropped on to the pathway and been picked up by someone passing by.
In any case, the box with the sealed telegram and all its treasures was lost for good. They had already made it up, for they knew that both would get it hot from Mother. Being a whole year older than Geek, Chuck was afraid he might come in for the greater share of the punishment, so he thought hard. We can have just as much fun without it! She took off her coat, sat down on the sofa and showed them the stiff green tickets—one big one and two little ones.
Soon they had their supper. Then the noise subsided, the lights were turned off and they all fell asleep. Mother knew nothing about the telegram, and so naturally she did not ask the boys about it. But since the train drew out of the station at a very late hour the windows were black, and Chuck and Geek did not see anything of interest. At night Geek woke up feeling thirsty. Though the little lamp on the ceiling had been turned off, everything round Geek—the tumbler dancing up and down on the white cloth of the table, the yellow orange that now looked green, and the face of Mother who was fast asleep—was bathed in a bluish light.
Through the snow-flecked window Geek saw the moon— it was an immense moon, not at all like the one in Moscow. He was quite certain now that the train was speeding through high mountains, from where the moon was much nearer.
He woke Mother and asked her for some water. But she refused to give him any for a very good reason and told him to eat a piece of orange instead. Geek pouted but broke off a section of orange. Now he did not feel like sleeping any longer. He shook Chuck to wake him up. Chuck only snorted angrily and went on sleeping. Geek then put on his felt boots, opened the door and went out into the corridor.
It was a long and narrow corridor. There were seats attached to the wall, and they shot back with a bang when you got off them. Ten more doors opened out on the corridor. They were all a glossy red and had shiny brass handles. Geek sat on one seat, then on another, then on a third and so on until he found himself at the end of the coach.
But at that very moment the porter came in with his lantern and scolded Geek for making so much noise when people were sleeping. As soon as the porter had gone, Geek hurried back to his compartment. He opened the door with an effort, then closed it ever so carefully so as not to wake Mother, and jumped into the soft bed. Finding fat old Chuck sprawled all over the bed, Geek poked him in the side to make him move over. But horrors! Instead of towheaded chubby Chuck, what should Geek see but the angry moustached face of a strange man!
The light was switched on, and when Geek saw that he had walked into the wrong compartment he began to howl louder than ever. When they realised what had happened, everybody laughed. The man with the moustache pulled on his trousers and tunic and took Geek back to his own compartment.
Geek ducked under his blanket and quietened down. The train rocked, the wind moaned. At last, Geek too fell asleep. And he dreamed the strangest dream: The train was stirring; it did seem That voices sounded everywhere— Each wheel with mutterings filled the air.
CHUCK AND GECK
Publication history[ edit ] Arkady Gaidar started working upon the story in December Later that year it came out as a separate book Detgiz Publishers, illustrations by A Yermolayev , with considerable changes made by the author and under the new title "Chuk i Gek". As the New Year closes in, Mr. Seriogin, longing to see his wife and children, sends a telegram asking them to come over. After making a very long and eventful train journey and a two-day journey through taiga on a horse sled, they arrive to find that their father and his team of geological researchers are not at the base.
Chuck and Geck