“What Mishka loves” reader's diary. What Mishka loves. Victor Dragunsky Nosov what the bear likes

Dragunsky V., story "What Mishka loves"

Genre: stories about children

The main characters of the story “What Mishka Loves” and their characteristics

Deniska. A boy who loves everything around him, is kind, romantic, curious, a dreamer
Bear. A boy who loves food. Pragmatist
Boris Sergeevich, music teacher. Loves Chopin very much.

Plan for retelling the story “What Mishka Loves”

In singing class.
The teacher plays Chopin
Chopin - not songs
What Deniska loves
Rich inner world
Mishka's offense
Teddy bear loves food
Grocery store
Kittens and grandma.

The shortest summary of the story “What Mishka loves” for a reader’s diary in 6 sentences

Deniska and Mishka entered the classroom and heard the teacher playing the piano.
Boris Sergeevich admitted that he really loves music and Chopin, and asked what Denisk loves.
Deniska named what he loved and the teacher praised him for loving so many different things.
Mishka was offended and said that he also loves a lot of things.
The bear started naming all the food items until he got tired.
The teacher asked what he liked besides food, and Mishka said kittens and grandmother.

The main idea of the story "What Mishka loves"
A person should dream about the sublime, and not about food.

What does the story “What Mishka Loves” teach?
The story teaches you to be a romantic, a dreamer, teaches you to dream about great, funny, interesting, exciting things. Teaches that dreams should be different, but always not mundane. Teaches to love nature, people, animals. Teaches that bragging is harmful.

Review of the story "What Mishka loves"
I liked this story and especially the boy Denisk. It turned out that he is a romantic at heart and loves so many different things. He turned out to have a rich inner world. But for some reason Mishka dreamed only of food, and it seemed to me that food for him was the meaning of existence. It shouldn't be this way.

Proverbs for the story "What Mishka loves"
On an empty stomach the song cannot be sung.
Hungry Fedot is keen on any cabbage soup.
The bear has nine songs and all about honey.
A man without a dream is like a bird without wings.
It's better to remain invisible than to be an upstart.

Read summary, brief retelling story "What Mishka loves"
One day Deniska and Mishka entered the hall where they were having singing lessons. Teacher Boris Sergeevich was sitting at the piano and playing something funny, which Deniska really liked.
When the teacher finished, he saw the guys and asked how they liked the music.
Deniska replied that it was a very good song, but Boris Sergeevich said that it was more than a song, it was music, and it was written by the wonderful composer Chopin. And Boris Sergeevich added that he loves music more than anything else.
Then the teacher looked carefully at the boys and asked Denis what he loved most in the world.
Deniska said that he loved many things and began to list: dogs, a baby elephant, red cavalrymen, ancient warriors, stars, horse faces and many other things.
Boris Sergeevich thought about it and said that he loves Deniska a lot, although he is still so small.
Then Mishka intervened and said that he also loved a lot of things. Even more than Deniska.
And the teacher laughed and invited Mishka to tell him what he loved.
And Mishka began to name: buns, buns, cakes, pastries, gingerbreads, pies with different fillings. He also loves dumplings, sprat, saury, eggplant caviar, zucchini, various sausages, pasta, cheese, cottage cheese, apples, cutlets, green peas, sugar, tea, sandwiches, eggs, halva, ice cream.
Mishka stopped and took a breath. It was noticeable that he was tired of listing everything he loved. But Boris Sergeevich looked intently at the boy and Mishka continued: gooseberries, pink salmon, borscht, turnips, persimmons, bananas, cutlets, sausage. Then the boy realized that he was repeating himself. He stopped and waited for praise.
And the teacher looked at Mishka displeased and stern. He said that Mishka loves a lot of food, whole grocery store, but does he love people or animals?
And Mishka suddenly blushed and quietly said that he loved kittens and grandmother.

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Summary: Mishka and Denis went to a singing lesson and sat on the windowsill listening to how beautifully the teacher played the piano. He finished playing and said it was Chopin, but the boys had no idea who it was. Then the teacher asked Denis what he loved most and he replied that he loved the elephant, cavalrymen, dwarf fallow deer, etc. The teacher replied that he had a deep inner world. Then Misha asked the same question, and Misha gave him a whole long list of food and sweets, ranging from cakes to doctor’s sausage. The teacher was upset and concluded that he only loves what they eat, and Mishka added at the end that he also loves grandma and kittens. The story teaches that you need to develop, have different interests, and not be content with one food.

ABOUT! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a branch! Well, what do you say?

I asked:
- What were you playing, Boris Sergeevich?

He replied:
- This is Chopin. I love him very much.

I said:
- Of course, since you are a singing teacher, you love different songs.

He said:
- This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called much more than just a “song”.

I said:
- Which one? In a word?

He answered seriously and clearly:
- Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything in the world.

Then he looked at me carefully and said:
- Well, what do you like? More than anything else?

I replied:
- I love a lot of things.

And I told him what I love. And about the dog, and about the planing, and about the baby elephant, and about the red cavalrymen, and about the little doe on pink hooves, and about the ancient warriors, and about the cool stars, and about the horse faces, everything, everything...

He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face as he listened, and then he said:

Look! I didn’t even know. Honestly, you’re still little, don’t be offended, but look - you love so much!

Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:
- And I love Deniska’s different varieties even more! Just think!

Boris Sergeevich laughed:
- Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take up the baton! So, get started! What do you love?

Mishka fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:
- I love buns, buns, loaves and cupcakes! I love bread, cake, pastries, and gingerbread, whether Tula, honey, or glazed. I also love sushi, bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.

I dearly love dumplings, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale ones are okay. You can have oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.

I also love sprat, saury, pike perch in marinade, bullheads in tomato, some in its own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced zucchini and fried potatoes.

I absolutely love boiled sausage, if it’s a doctor’s sausage, I bet I’ll eat a whole kilo! I love the canteen, and the tea room, and brawn, and smoked, and half-smoked, and raw smoked! I actually love this one the most. I really love pasta with butter, noodles with butter, horns with butter, cheese with holes or without holes, with a red rind or a white one - it doesn’t matter.

I love dumplings with cottage cheese, salty, sweet, sour cottage cheese; I love apples grated with sugar, or just apples on their own, and if the apples are peeled, then I like to eat the apple first, and then, as a snack, the peel!

I love liver, cutlets, herring, bean soup, green peas, boiled meat, toffee, sugar, tea, jam, Borjom, soda with syrup, soft-boiled, hard-boiled eggs, in a bag, mogu and raw. I like sandwiches with just about anything, especially if thickly spread with mashed potatoes or millet porridge. So... Well, I won’t talk about halva - what fool doesn’t like halva? I also love duck, goose and turkey. Oh yes! I love ice cream with all my heart. For seven, for nine. For thirteen, for fifteen, for nineteen. Twenty-two and twenty-eight.

Mishka looked around the ceiling and took a breath. Apparently he was already pretty tired. But Boris Sergeevich looked at him intently, and Mishka drove on.

He muttered:
- Gooseberries, carrots, chum salmon, pink salmon, turnips, borscht, dumplings, although I already said dumplings, broth, bananas, persimmons, compote, sausages, sausage, although I also said sausage...

The bear was exhausted and fell silent. It was clear from his eyes that he was waiting for Boris Sergeevich to praise him. But he looked at Mishka a little dissatisfied and even seemed stern. He, too, seemed to be waiting for something from Mishka: what else would Mishka say? But Mishka was silent. It turned out that they both expected something from each other and were silent.

The first one could not stand it, Boris Sergeevich.
“Well, Misha,” he said, “you love a lot, no doubt, but everything you love is somehow the same, too edible or something.” It turns out that you love the whole grocery store. And only... And the people? Who do you love? Or from animals?

Olga Perkova
About the story by V. Dragunsky “What Mishka loves”

Reading stories B. Dragunsky, you understand that the writer is in love with his characters, he understands their thoughts, feelings, experiences. Sometimes he makes fun of his heroes, but this is a good joke, with love for them.

In his funny stories, funny is only part of the story, they are filled deep meaning, he talks about serious issues, including humorous situations, to make it easier for young readers to understand. -When you read Dragunsky's stories, it seems that the writer has lived several lives. He was a turner, a director, a boatman, an actor, and even worked as a clown in a circus. And when at the age of 40 the writer’s son Denis was born, he became a writer.

This is hilarious story about that like once Teddy bear and Deniska sat on the windowsill in the music room, and the singing teacher played Chopin’s beautiful music on the piano.

When Boris Sergeevich asked what the children liked, the children began tell what they love. Particularly distinguished himself Teddy bear- he listed a whole bunch of edible things, and then added what else loves kittens and grandma.

Teddy bear enthusiastically lists everything that he likes so much and that he loves. But it turns out that loves it's just a whole grocery store. The teacher draws the boys' attention to the fact that spiritual world A person’s life is not limited to love for products, it must be richer, broader, more diverse, i.e. love for people and animals is important.

Only then Mishka understands, why he was not praised for his answer, he perked up, blushed because he had not said the most important thing.

It turns out he loves kittens too, and grandmother. It just doesn’t highlight this one as the main thing yet.

Satire here subtly borders on humor; it is gentle and kind, because it does not ridicule Teddy bear, and using his example invites readers to think about themselves.

IN story Two ideas can be distinguished. First: idea the story is that that in life there are no two identical people, just as in literature there are no two identical characters who are absolutely similar to each other.

Second: It is human nature to change in better side, and the writer believes it.

“You will find everything in the world, except father and mother”- says folk wisdom

One day Mishka and I entered the hall where we have singing lessons. Boris Sergeevich was sitting at his piano and playing something quietly. Mishka and I sat on the windowsill and didn’t bother him, and he didn’t notice us at all, but continued to play for himself, and different sounds very quickly jumped out from under his fingers. They splashed, and the result was something very welcoming and joyful. I really liked it, and I could have sat and listened for a long time, but Boris Sergeevich soon stopped playing. He closed the lid of the piano, and saw us, and said cheerfully:
- ABOUT! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a branch! Well, what do you say?
I asked:
– What were you playing, Boris Sergeevich?
He replied:
- This is Chopin. I love him very much.
I said:
- Of course, since you are a singing teacher, you love different songs.
He said:
- This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called much more than just a “song”.
I said:
- What kind? In a word?
He answered seriously and clearly:
- Music. Chopin – great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything in the world.
Then he looked at me carefully and said:
- Well, what do you like? More than anything else?
I replied:
– I love a lot of things.
And I told him what I love. And about the dog, and about the planing, and about the baby elephant, and about the red cavalrymen, and about the little doe on pink hooves, and about the ancient warriors, and about the cool stars, and about the horse faces, everything, everything...
He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face as he listened, and then he said:
- Look! I didn’t even know. Honestly, you’re still little, don’t be offended, but look – you love so much! The whole world.
Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:
– And I love Deniska’s different varieties even more! Big deal!!
Boris Sergeevich laughed:
- Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take up the baton! So, get started! What do you love?
Mishka fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:
– I love buns, buns, loaves and cupcakes! I love bread, cake, pastries, and gingerbread, whether Tula, honey, or glazed. I also love sushi, bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.
I dearly love dumplings, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale ones are okay. You can have oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.
I also love sprat, saury, pike perch in marinade, gobies in tomato, some in their own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced zucchini and fried potatoes.
I absolutely love boiled sausage, if it’s a doctor’s sausage, I bet I’ll eat a whole kilo! I love the canteen, and the tea room, and brawn, and smoked, and half-smoked, and raw smoked! I actually love this one the most. I really love pasta with butter, noodles with butter, horns with butter, cheese with holes or without holes, with a red rind or a white rind – it doesn’t matter.
I love dumplings with cottage cheese, salty, sweet, sour cottage cheese; I love apples, grated with sugar, or just apples on their own, and if the apples are peeled, then I like to eat the apple first, and then, as a snack, the peel!
I love liver, cutlets, herring, bean soup, green peas, boiled meat, toffee, sugar, tea, jam, Borzhom, soda with syrup, soft-boiled eggs, hard-boiled, in a bag, mogu and raw. I like sandwiches with just about anything, especially if thickly spread with mashed potatoes or millet porridge. So... Well, I won’t talk about halva - what fool doesn’t like halva? I also love duck, goose and turkey. Oh yes! I love ice cream with all my heart. For seven, for nine. For thirteen, for fifteen, for nineteen. Twenty-two and twenty-eight.
Mishka looked around the ceiling and took a breath. Apparently he was already pretty tired. But Boris Sergeevich looked at him intently, and Mishka drove on.
He muttered:
- Gooseberries, carrots, chum salmon, pink salmon, turnips, borscht, dumplings, although I already said dumplings, broth, bananas, persimmons, compote, sausages, sausage, although I also said sausage...
The bear was exhausted and fell silent. It was clear from his eyes that he was waiting for Boris Sergeevich to praise him. But he looked at Mishka a little dissatisfied and even seemed stern. He, too, seemed to be waiting for something from Mishka: what else would Mishka say? But Mishka was silent. It turned out that they both expected something from each other and were silent.
The first one could not stand it, Boris Sergeevich.
“Well, Misha,” he said, “you love a lot, no doubt, but everything you love is somehow the same, too edible, or something.” It turns out that you love the whole grocery store. And only... And the people? Who do you love? Or from animals?
Here Mishka perked up and blushed.
“Oh,” he said embarrassedly, “I almost forgot!” Also – kittens! And grandma!

I asked:

He replied:

I said:

He said:

I said:

- What kind? In a word?

He answered seriously and clearly:

I replied:

– I love a lot of things.

Boris Sergeevich laughed:

He muttered:

Among the many fairy tales, it is especially fascinating to read the fairy tale “What Mishka Loves” by Dragunsky V. Yu., in it you can feel the love and wisdom of our people. The inspiration of everyday objects and nature creates colorful and bewitching pictures of the surrounding world, making them mysterious and enigmatic. Having become familiar with inner world and the qualities of the main character, the young reader involuntarily experiences a feeling of nobility, responsibility and a high degree of morality. All descriptions environment created and presented with feeling deepest love and appreciation for the object of presentation and creation. Devotion, friendship and self-sacrifice and other positive feelings overcome all that oppose them: anger, deceit, lies and hypocrisy. Simple and accessible, about nothing and everything, instructive and edifying - everything is included in the basis and plot of this creation. The text, written in the last millennium, combines surprisingly easily and naturally with our modern times; its relevance has not diminished at all. The fairy tale “What Mishka Loves” by Dragunsky V. Yu. is certainly useful to read online for free, it will instill in your child only good and useful qualities and concepts.

About one time Mishka and I entered the hall where we have singing lessons. Boris Sergeevich was sitting at his piano and playing something quietly. Mishka and I sat on the windowsill and didn’t bother him, and he didn’t notice us at all, but continued to play for himself, and different sounds very quickly jumped out from under his fingers. They splashed, and the result was something very welcoming and joyful. I really liked it, and I could have sat and listened for a long time, but Boris Sergeevich soon stopped playing. He closed the lid of the piano, and saw us, and said cheerfully:

- ABOUT! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a branch! Well, what do you say?

I asked:

– What were you playing, Boris Sergeevich?

He replied:

- This is Chopin. I love him very much.

I said:

- Of course, since you are a singing teacher, you love different songs.

He said:

- This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called much more than just a “song”.

I said:

- What kind? In a word?

He answered seriously and clearly:

- Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything in the world.

Then he looked at me carefully and said:

- Well, what do you like? More than anything else?

I replied:

– I love a lot of things.

He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face as he listened, and then he said:

- Look! I didn’t even know. Honestly, you’re still little, don’t be offended, but look – you love so much! The whole world.

Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:

– And I love Deniska’s different varieties even more! Big deal!!

Boris Sergeevich laughed:

- Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take up the baton! So, get started! What do you love?

Mishka fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:

– I love buns, buns, loaves and cupcakes! I love bread, cake, pastries, and gingerbread, whether Tula, honey, or glazed. I also love sushi, bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.

I dearly love dumplings, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale ones are okay. You can have oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.

I also love sprat, saury, pike perch in marinade, gobies in tomato, some in their own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced zucchini and fried potatoes.

I love dumplings with cottage cheese, salty, sweet, sour cottage cheese; I love apples, grated with sugar, or just apples on their own, and if the apples are peeled, then I like to eat the apple first, and then, as a snack, the peel!

I love liver, cutlets, herring, bean soup, green peas, boiled meat, toffee, sugar, tea, jam, Borzhom, soda with syrup, soft-boiled eggs, hard-boiled, in a bag, mogu and raw. I like sandwiches with just about anything, especially if thickly spread with mashed potatoes or millet porridge. So... Well, I won’t talk about halva - what fool doesn’t like halva? I also love duck, goose and turkey. Oh yes! I love ice cream with all my heart. For seven, for nine. For thirteen, for fifteen, for nineteen. Twenty-two and twenty-eight.

Mishka looked around the ceiling and took a breath. Apparently he was already pretty tired. But Boris Sergeevich looked at him intently, and Mishka drove on.

He muttered:

- Gooseberries, carrots, chum salmon, pink salmon, turnips, borscht, dumplings, although I already said dumplings, broth, bananas, persimmons, compote, sausages, sausage, although I also said sausage...

The first one could not stand it, Boris Sergeevich.

“Well, Misha,” he said, “you love a lot, no doubt, but everything you love is somehow the same, too edible, or something.” It turns out that you love the whole grocery store. And only... And the people? Who do you love? Or from animals?

ABOUT! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a branch! Well, what do you say?

I asked:

What were you playing, Boris Sergeevich?

He replied:

This is Chopin. I love him very much.

I said:

Of course, since you are a singing teacher, you love different songs.

He said:

This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called much more than just a “song”.

I said:

What kind? In a word?

He answered seriously and clearly:

Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything in the world.

Then he looked at me carefully and said:

Well, what do you like? More than anything else?

I replied:

I love a lot of things.

He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face as he listened, and then he said:

Look! I didn’t even know. Honestly, you’re still little, don’t be offended, but look - you love so much!

Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:

And I love Deniska’s different varieties even more! Big deal!!

Boris Sergeevich laughed:

Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take up the baton! So, get started! What do you love?

Mishka fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:

I love buns, buns, loaves and cupcakes! I love bread, cake, pastries, and gingerbread, whether Tula, honey, or glazed. I also love sushi, bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.

I dearly love dumplings, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale ones are okay. You can have oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.

Mishka looked around the ceiling and took a breath. Apparently he was already pretty tired. But Boris Sergeevich looked at him intently, and Mishka drove on.

He muttered:

Gooseberries, carrots, chum salmon, pink salmon, turnips, borscht, dumplings, although I already said dumplings, broth, bananas, persimmons, compote, sausages, sausage, although I also said sausage...

The first one could not stand it, Boris Sergeevich.

Well, Misha,” he said, “you love a lot, no doubt, but everything you love is somehow the same, too edible or something.” It turns out that you love the whole grocery store. And only... And the people? Who do you love? Or from animals?

Here Mishka perked up and blushed.

Oh,” he said embarrassedly, “I almost forgot!” Also - kittens! And grandma!

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Summary of the story “What Mishka Loves”:

A funny story about how one day Mishka and Deniska sat on the windowsill in the music room, and the singing teacher played Chopin’s beautiful music on the piano. A conversation ensued, from which the guys learned that the singing teacher really loves beautiful music. And when Boris Sergeevich asked what the children liked, the children began to tell what they liked. Mishka especially distinguished himself - he listed a whole bunch of edible things, and then added that he also loves kittens and grandmother.

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- ABOUT! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a branch! Well, what do you say?

I asked:

– What were you playing, Boris Sergeevich?

He replied:

- This is Chopin. I love him very much.

I said:

- Of course, since you are a singing teacher, you love different songs.

He said:

- This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called much more than just a “song”.

I said:

- What kind? In a word?

He answered seriously and clearly:

- Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything in the world.

Then he looked at me carefully and said:

- Well, what do you like? More than anything else?

I replied:

– I love a lot of things.

He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face as he listened, and then he said:

- Look! I didn’t even know. Honestly, you’re still little, don’t be offended, but look – you love so much! The whole world.

Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:

– And I love Deniska’s different varieties even more! Big deal!!

Boris Sergeevich laughed:

- Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take up the baton! So, get started! What do you love?

Mishka fidgeted on the windowsill, then cleared his throat and said:

– I love buns, buns, loaves and cupcakes! I love bread, cake, pastries, and gingerbread, whether Tula, honey, or glazed. I also love sushi, bagels, bagels, pies with meat, jam, cabbage and rice.

I dearly love dumplings, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale ones are okay. You can have oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.

I also love sprat, saury, pike perch in marinade, gobies in tomato, some in their own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced zucchini and fried potatoes.

Mishka looked around the ceiling and took a breath. Apparently he was already pretty tired. But Boris Sergeevich looked at him intently, and Mishka drove on.

He muttered:

The first one could not stand it, Boris Sergeevich.

Here Mishka perked up and blushed.

“Oh,” he said embarrassedly, “I almost forgot!” Also – kittens! And grandma!

ABOUT! What people! They sit like two sparrows on a branch! Well, what do you say?

I asked:
- What were you playing, Boris Sergeevich?

He replied:
- This is Chopin. I love him very much.

I said:
- Of course, since you are a singing teacher, you love different songs.

He said:
- This is not a song. Although I love songs, this is not a song. What I played is called much more than just a “song”.

I said:
- Which one? In a word?

He answered seriously and clearly:
- Music. Chopin is a great composer. He composed wonderful music. And I love music more than anything in the world.

Then he looked at me carefully and said:
- Well, what do you like? More than anything else?

I replied:
- I love a lot of things.

He listened to me carefully, he had a thoughtful face as he listened, and then he said:

Look! I didn’t even know. Honestly, you’re still little, don’t be offended, but look - you love so much!

Then Mishka intervened in the conversation. He pouted and said:
- And I love Deniska’s different varieties even more! Just think!

Boris Sergeevich laughed:
- Very interesting! Come on, tell the secret of your soul. Now it's your turn, take up the baton! So, get started! What do you love?

I dearly love dumplings, and especially cheesecakes, if they are fresh, but stale ones are okay. You can have oatmeal cookies and vanilla crackers.

I also love sprat, saury, pike perch in marinade, bullheads in tomato, some in its own juice, eggplant caviar, sliced zucchini and fried potatoes.

Mishka looked around the ceiling and took a breath. Apparently he was already pretty tired. But Boris Sergeevich looked at him intently, and Mishka drove on.

Here Mishka perked up and blushed.
“Oh,” he said embarrassedly, “I almost forgot!” Also - kittens! And grandma!