Evening had arrived. Olya tidied up her corner, put her doll to sleep, and settled her teddy bear on the soft little couch. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she snuggled comfortably into bed and fell fast asleep.
Suddenly, a soft crying sound was heard. The toys woke up and saw that the colored pencils lying in a box on the table were crying.
Why are you crying?
The toys asked.
Olya doesn't love us at all.
How can that be? After all, little Olya loves to draw and holds you in her hands every day.
The pencils cried even louder….
She doesn't hold us the right way at all.
Said the red pencil.
She squeezes me tightly in her fist.
And Olya squeezes me with all four of her little fingers, and from such treatment all of us hurt and the drawings don't turn out as beautiful…
Said the blue pencil.
Yes, yes. And I'm completely exhausted from being in Olya's hands.
The pen chimed in.
What should we do?
The toys asked.
We need to help Olya, teach her how to hold a pen and pencils in her hand. I'm ready to explain how to do it.
Said the pen.
You should hold me with three little fingers—the index finger on top, the thumb on the side bent at an angle, and the middle finger does the most important work, acting like a cushion so I don't get tired. And then I write beautifully, neatly, and make no mistakes.
We will definitely tell and show little Olya how to hold pencils, a pen, and a paintbrush correctly.
