Boy Vova was such a slob as the world had never seen before. His room was constantly cluttered with toys or random things he'd brought from the street. Clothes were scattered throughout the house. He wore socks of different colors, and his shirt was never tucked into his pants.
His parents tried for a long time to bring order to the house. But all their attempts were unsuccessful; they had a completely disorganized son.
Vova was especially careless with books, most of which he had borrowed from the library. He would start reading one book, but it would quickly bore him. Then he would take another book from the library and start reading it, but it would also bore him. Over the school year, Vova took a whole pile of books from the library, but didn't read a single one all the way through, not even halfway. Books were scattered everywhere in his room; he moved them from place to place. Some books had pages torn out and scribbled on with pens and pencils.
When the school year came to an end, all the children were told they had to return their books to the library. Vova came home and began searching for books in the mess he had created. Yes, the messy boy certainly noticed that many books were missing pages. The pages he found, he hastily glued into the first book he came across and went to the library.
When the librarian saw the books that Vova brought to return, he was very surprised.
What did you do to these books?
The librarian asked Vova sternly.
What's wrong with them? They were like this.
Are you sure about that?
Of course.
Vova answered hastily.
Then go into this fairy tale and see for yourself.
With these words, the librarian opened the torn book, made a magical gesture with his hand, and blew on Vova with such force that the boy didn't even realize how he ended up in a dense forest.
Before him stood a hut on chicken legs. Vova decided to go inside. Sitting at the table was a very colorful couple: an old and terrible Baba Yaga and a huge Dragon.
How could I refuse to be here?
The Dragon muttered without stopping, looking around.
Why are you so worried?
Baba Yaga tried to calm him.
Don't you understand, old woman? I'm from a completely different fairy tale. I'm supposed to guard the princess. Without me, she won't be able to choose a worthy husband. Only I can test the qualities of knights, their courage and skill.
The Dragon thundered in the small hut, nervously waving his massive tail.
Then Baba Yaga noticed Vova, who was standing in the doorway.
And who are you? Also from another fairy tale? Lost, poor thing?
Baba Yaga asked maliciously.
Uh-huh.
Vova mumbled.
Sit down. Tell us.
Said the Dragon.
What's there to tell? I just got lost.
Ah, if only I could find whoever ruined these books. I would...
All three heads of the Dragon roared menacingly!
I know how to find him.
Suddenly Baba Yaga cried out.
I have a magic dish. It will show us who is tearing up books and gluing other people's pages into our fairy tale.
There's no peace from this Dragon.
Baba Yaga continued, glancing at the frightened Vova.
He flies around all day looking for a castle with a princess, but can't find it. And then he starts roaring from frustration, so hard that the trees shake. No one has any peace.
The old woman kept saying.
Baba Yaga took out the dish and was about to start casting a spell, but Vova stopped her.
So we'll find out who's guilty, but then what? How will this help everyone return to their own fairy tales?
Vova asked.
Then he should fix his mistake, since he's caused such trouble.
Said Baba Yaga.
Baba Yaga spoke magical words and pictures sparkled on the surface of the dish, as if on a television screen. And Baba Yaga, along with the stunned Dragon, saw how Vova carelessly treated the books: throwing them, scattering them. They also saw how he hastily glued one of the books together.
So it was you who made a mess of our fairy tale. I'll roast and eat you right now.
Baba Yaga screamed.
No. I'll eat him right now.
The Dragon growled.
But I'll start first!
One head cried out.
And I want the middle part, the most delicious!
The middle head echoed.
Well, then I get the leftovers. Leftovers are sweet.
The third head sang maliciously.
Vova barely escaped from the crazed couple in the hut. He ran so fast that he didn't notice how he ended up at a river. On the bank sat a girl crying bitterly.
Why are you crying here?
Vova asked quickly, out of breath.
I shouldn't be in this fairy tale. And without me, everything in my fairy tale will be lost.
The girl answered sadly.
And who are you?
Who am I? I'm Marya the Craftswoman. And what's your name and how did you end up here?
And then Vova, for the first time in his life, admitted to his messiness and told how because of him the fairy tales had gotten mixed up.
How could you behave like that?! Because of your messiness and carelessness, others are suffering. And we all suffered.
Marya sobbed.
I understand now. I would fix everything. But how do I get back?
Marya the Craftswoman possessed magical power. She helped Vova return home.
When he got home, he saw all his mess and seemed to change. Something clicked deep in his soul. The boy, as if bewitched, began very carefully and gently to glue all the torn pages, first checking them against the neighboring pages so as not to make a mistake.
The boy worked tirelessly and gradually all the books were restored and returned to the library. And now his room is always clean.
From then on, every book that appeared in Vova's room was kept in perfect condition and was always read from beginning to end! The boy became a true book lover.
So this instructive story transformed the messy Vova into a great lover of reading and knowledge — Vladimir!
