“In one huge forest there lived a forester named Blackbeard.” He had two sons, the Elder twelve years old, and the Younger nine years old. The brothers often quarreled, “like strangers,” so the forester was only cheerful in the forest. One day, on December 28, Blackbeard told his sons that they would not have a New Year tree this year. Christmas tree decorations must be bought in a distant city. He won’t send his mother alone through the forest, the forester himself “doesn’t know how to go shopping,” and he can’t leave the brothers alone - “the older brother will completely ruin the younger one.” And then the Elder swore that he would not offend the Younger for three days - until his parents returned.

Mom prepared lunch, and father brought firewood and gave the Elder a box of matches. And then the parents left. “The first day went well. The second one is even better." The disaster happened on the evening of December 31st. The eldest was reading an interesting book, but the younger one was bored and pestered his brother. Then the Elder grabbed his brother and shouted “Leave me alone!” thrown out the door. For a moment he felt sorry for Junior, because it was cold outside, and the baby was without warm clothes. Then the boy decided that nothing would happen to his brother in a few minutes. He wanted to read a few lines, but he started reading and remembered Junior when it was already dark outside. The elder ran out into the yard, but the youngest was nowhere to be found.
At that moment the parents returned. Blackbeard found out what had happened, and his beard turned gray with grief. He sent the Elder to look for his brother, and ordered him not to return without the Younger.

The boy went to the mountains. It took seven weeks of fast driving to reach them, and the Elder got there overnight - because of grief, he did not notice the passing time. Suddenly he heard a distant light ringing and went towards it. A few hours later, the Elder found himself in a forest of transparent icy trees with transparent icy ground. The wind shook the icy pines, and they rang thinly. This forest was the home of Great-Grandfather Frost. Grandfather Frost was his son, and the old man cursed him for his good nature. The main thing for Great-Grandfather Frost was peace, so he decided to take the Elder as his student. Frost ordered that the cold not touch the boy for the time being and brought him to his icy house of 49 rooms. On the way, the old man reported that Junior was locked in the very last room. Frost said all this in an impassive voice, as if he was reading a book.

The Old Man instructed the Elder to “calm down” forest birds and small animals. The frost brought them half-frozen from the forest, and the boy had to twirl them over the black icy flame until they became transparent. The elder found room 49 immediately, but the door of the room was made of icy oak, so hard that even an ax could not take it.

For many days the Elder thought about how to save his brother, and Great-Grandfather Frost praised him for his calmness. Finally the boy remembered that he still had a box of matches in his pocket. One afternoon, when the old man had gone to get a new batch of animals, the Elder ran into the living forest for firewood and lit a fire at the door of the 49th hall. By evening the door melted a little, and the next day the Elder tried to hold a half-frozen bird over a warm flame. The bird came to life. Since then, the Elder every day revived forest birds and animals and built snow houses for them in the corners of the hall. Great-Grandfather Frost found him doing this. He breathed on the flame, and it turned black, and the door froze again.

The eldest cried all day, and at night his forest friends woke him up. They took the keys from Great-Grandfather Frost's snow coat, and the boy was able to open the 49th door. The younger one “was all transparent,” icy, and a tear froze on his cheek. The elder grabbed his brother and ran. He managed to get out of the ice house and had almost reached the living forest when Great-Grandfather Frost gave chase. The forest friends rushed at the old man's feet, and he fell. They did this again and again until the boy reached the living forest.

The elder ran, carrying the younger one carefully so as not to break him. He hoped that his father would cure his brother. Out of joy, the boy did not notice how he reached familiar places. It was already spring here, only there were remnants of snow here and there. It was on such a snowy “cake” that the Elder slipped, hearing the malicious voice of Great-Grandfather Frost. The younger one hit a root and crashed.

The elder cried until he fell asleep. Meanwhile, the squirrels collected Junior piece by piece, glued him together with birch glue and put him in the sun. When the Elder woke up, the Younger had already come to life and even the tear on his cheek had melted. Together the brothers returned to their parents. Blackbeard's beard turned black again with joy. Since then the brothers have not quarreled. Sometimes the Elder asked his brother to leave him alone, but not for long, and the Younger always obeyed him.

"In one huge forest there lived a forester named Blackbeard." He had two sons, the Elder twelve years old, and the Younger nine years old. The brothers often quarreled, “like strangers,” so the forester was only cheerful in the forest. One day, on December 28, Blackbeard told his sons that they would not have a New Year tree this year. Christmas tree decorations must be bought in a distant city. He won’t send his mother alone through the forest, the forester himself “doesn’t know how to go shopping,” and he can’t leave the brothers alone - “the older brother will completely ruin the younger one.” And then the Elder swore that he would not offend the Younger for three days - until his parents returned.

Mom prepared lunch, and father brought firewood and gave the Elder a box of matches. And then the parents left. "The first day went well. The second day was even better." The disaster happened on the evening of December 31st. The eldest was reading an interesting book, but the younger one was bored and pestered his brother. Then the Elder grabbed his brother and shouted “Leave me alone!” thrown out the door. For a moment he felt sorry for Junior, because it was cold outside, and the baby was without warm clothes. Then the boy decided that nothing would happen to his brother in a few minutes. He wanted to read a few lines, but he started reading and remembered Junior when it was already dark outside. The elder ran out into the yard, but the youngest was nowhere to be found.

At that moment the parents returned. Blackbeard found out what had happened, and his beard turned gray with grief. He sent the Elder to look for his brother, and ordered him not to return without the Younger.

The boy went to the mountains. It took seven weeks of fast driving to reach them, and the Elder got there overnight - because of grief, he did not notice the passing time. Suddenly he heard a distant light ringing and went towards it. A few hours later, the Elder found himself in a forest of transparent icy trees with transparent icy ground. The wind shook the icy pines, and they rang thinly. This forest was the home of Great-Grandfather Frost. Grandfather Frost was his son, and the old man cursed him for his good nature. The main thing for Great-Grandfather Frost was peace, so he decided to take the Elder as his student. Frost ordered that the cold not touch the boy for the time being and brought him to his icy house of 49 rooms. On the way, the old man reported that Junior was locked in the very last room. Frost said all this in an impassive voice, as if he was reading a book.

The Old Man instructed the Elder to “calm down” forest birds and small animals. The frost brought them half-frozen from the forest, and the boy had to twirl them over the black icy flame until they became transparent. The elder found room 49 immediately, but the door of the room was made of ice oak, so hard that even an ax could not take it.

For many days the Elder thought about how to save his brother, and Great-Grandfather Frost praised him for his calmness. Finally the boy remembered that he still had a box of matches in his pocket. One afternoon, when the old man had gone to get a new batch of animals, the Elder ran into the living forest for firewood and lit a fire at the door of the 49th hall. By evening the door melted a little, and the next day the Elder tried to hold a half-frozen bird over a warm flame. The bird came to life. Since then, the Elder every day revived forest birds and animals and built snow houses for them in the corners of the hall. Great-Grandfather Frost found him doing this. He breathed on the flame, and it turned black, and the door froze again.

The eldest cried all day, and at night his forest friends woke him up. They took the keys from Great-Grandfather Frost's snow coat, and the boy was able to open the 49th door. The younger one “was all transparent,” icy, and a tear froze on his cheek. The elder grabbed his brother and ran. He managed to get out of the ice house and had almost reached the living forest when Great-Grandfather Frost gave chase. The forest friends rushed at the old man's feet, and he fell. They did this again and again until the boy reached the living forest.

The elder ran, carrying the younger one carefully so as not to break him. He hoped that his father would cure his brother. Out of joy, the boy did not notice how he reached familiar places. It was already spring here, only there were remnants of snow here and there. The Elder slipped on such a snowy “cake”, hearing the malicious voice of Great-Grandfather Frost. The younger one hit a root and crashed.

The elder cried until he fell asleep. Meanwhile, the squirrels collected Junior piece by piece, glued him together with birch glue and put him in the sun. When the Elder woke up, the Younger had already come to life and even the tear on his cheek had melted. Together the brothers returned to their parents. Blackbeard's beard turned black again with joy. Since then the brothers have not quarreled. Sometimes the Elder asked his brother to leave him alone, but not for long, and the Younger always obeyed him.

“In one huge forest there lived a forester named Blackbeard.” He had two sons, the Elder twelve years old, and the Younger nine years old. The brothers often quarreled, “like strangers,” so the forester was happy only in the forest. One day, on December 28, Blackbeard told his sons,

That they won't have a Christmas tree this year. Christmas tree decorations must be bought in a distant city. He won’t send his mother alone through the forest, the forester himself “doesn’t know how to go shopping,” and he can’t leave the brothers alone - “the older brother will completely ruin the younger one.” And then the Elder swore that he would not offend the Younger for three days - until his parents returned.

Mom prepared lunch, and father brought firewood and gave the Elder a box of matches. And then the parents left. “The first day went well. The second one is even better.” The disaster happened on the evening of December 31st. The eldest was reading an interesting book, but the younger one was bored and pestered his brother.

Then the Elder grabbed his little brother and shouted “Leave me alone!” thrown out the door. For a moment he felt sorry for Junior, because it was cold outside, and the baby was without warm clothes. Then the boy decided that nothing would happen to his brother in a few minutes. He wanted to read a few lines, but he started reading and remembered Junior when it was already dark outside. The elder ran out into the yard, but the youngest was nowhere to be found.

At that moment the parents returned. Blackbeard found out what had happened, and his beard turned gray with grief. He sent the Elder to look for his brother, and ordered him not to return without the Younger.

The boy went to the mountains. It took seven weeks of fast driving to reach them, and the Elder got there overnight - because of his grief, he did not notice the passing time. Suddenly he heard a distant light ringing and went towards it. A few hours later, the Elder found himself in a forest of transparent icy trees with transparent icy ground. The wind shook the icy pines, and they rang thinly. This forest was the home of Great-Grandfather Frost. Grandfather Frost was his son, and the old man cursed him for his good nature. The main thing for Great-Grandfather Frost was peace, so he decided to take the Elder as his student. Frost ordered that the cold not touch the boy for the time being and brought him to his icy house of 49 rooms. On the way, the old man reported that Junior was locked in the very last room. Frost said all this in an impassive voice, as if he was reading a book.

The Old Man instructed the Elder to “calm down” forest birds and small animals. The frost brought them half-frozen from the forest, and the boy had to twirl them over the black icy flame until they became transparent. The elder found room 49 immediately, but the door of the room was made of ice oak, so hard that even an ax could not take it.

For many days the Elder thought about how to save his brother, and Great-Grandfather Frost praised him for his calmness. Finally the boy remembered that he still had a box of matches in his pocket. One afternoon, when the old man had gone to get a new batch of animals, the Elder ran into the living forest for firewood and lit a fire at the door of the 49th hall. By evening the door melted a little, and the next day the Elder tried to hold a half-frozen bird over a warm flame. The bird came to life. Since then, the Elder every day revived forest birds and animals and built snow houses for them in the corners of the hall. Great-Grandfather Frost found him doing this. He breathed on the flame, and it turned black, and the door froze again.

The eldest cried all day, and at night his forest friends woke him up. They took the keys from Great-Grandfather Frost's snow coat, and the boy was able to open the 49th door. The younger one “was all transparent,” icy, and a tear froze on his cheek. The elder grabbed his brother and ran. He managed to get out of the ice house and had almost reached the living forest when Great-Grandfather Frost gave chase. The forest friends rushed at the old man's feet, and he fell. They did this again and again until the boy reached the living forest.

The elder ran, carrying the younger one carefully so as not to break him. He hoped that his father would cure his brother. Out of joy, the boy did not notice how he reached familiar places. It was already spring here, only there were remnants of snow here and there. It was on such a snowy “cake” that the Elder slipped, hearing the malicious voice of Great-Grandfather Frost. The younger one hit a root and crashed.

The elder cried until he fell asleep. Meanwhile, the squirrels collected Junior piece by piece, glued him together with birch glue and put him in the sun. When the Elder woke up, the Younger had already come to life and even the tear on his cheek had melted. Together the brothers returned to their parents. Blackbeard's beard turned black again with joy. Since then the brothers have not quarreled. Sometimes the Elder asked his brother to leave him alone, but not for long, and the Younger always obeyed him.

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“In one huge forest there lived a forester named Blackbeard.” He had two sons, the Elder, twelve years old, and the Younger, nine years old. The brothers often quarreled, “like strangers,” so the forester was only cheerful in the forest. One day, on December 28, Blackbeard told his sons that they would not have a New Year's tree this year. Christmas tree decorations must be bought in a distant city. He won’t send his mother alone through the forest, the forester himself “doesn’t know how to go shopping,” and he can’t leave the brothers alone - “the older brother will completely ruin the younger one.” And then the Elder swore that he would not offend the Younger for three days - until his parents returned.

Mom prepared lunch, and father brought firewood and gave the Elder a box of matches. And then the parents left. “The first day went well. The second one is even better." The disaster happened on the evening of December 31st. The eldest was reading an interesting book, but the younger one was bored and pestered his brother. Then the Elder grabbed his brother and shouted “Leave me alone!” thrown out the door. For a moment he felt sorry for Junior, because it was cold outside, and the baby was without warm clothes. Then the boy decided that nothing would happen to his brother in a few minutes. He wanted to read a few lines, but he started reading and remembered Junior when it was already dark outside. The elder ran out into the yard, but the youngest was nowhere to be found.

At that moment the parents returned. Blackbeard found out what had happened, and his beard turned gray with grief. He sent the Elder to look for his brother, and ordered him not to return without the Younger.

The boy went to the mountains. It took seven weeks of fast driving to reach them, and the Elder got there overnight - because of his grief, he did not notice the passing time. Suddenly he heard a distant light ringing and went towards it. A few hours later, the Elder found himself in a forest of transparent icy trees with transparent icy ground. The wind shook the icy pines, and they rang thinly. This forest was the home of Great-Grandfather Frost. Grandfather Frost was his son, and the old man cursed him for his good nature. The main thing for Great-Grandfather Frost was peace, so he decided to take the Elder as his student. Frost ordered that the cold not touch the boy for the time being and brought him to his icy house of 49 rooms. On the way, the old man reported that Junior was locked in the very last room. Frost said all this in an impassive voice, as if he was reading a book.

The Old Man instructed the Elder to “calm down” forest birds and small animals. The frost brought them half-frozen from the forest, and the boy had to twirl them over the black icy flame until they became transparent. The elder found room 49 immediately, but the door of the room was made of ice oak, so hard that even an ax could not take it.

For many days the Elder thought about how to save his brother, and Great-Grandfather Frost praised him for his calmness. Finally the boy remembered that he still had a box of matches in his pocket. One afternoon, when the old man had gone to get a new batch of animals, the Elder ran into the living forest for firewood and lit a fire at the door of the 49th hall. By evening the door melted a little, and the next day the Elder tried to hold a half-frozen bird over a warm flame. The bird came to life. Since then, the Elder every day revived forest birds and animals and built snow houses for them in the corners of the hall. Great-Grandfather Frost found him doing this. He breathed on the flame, and it turned black, and the door froze again.

The eldest cried all day, and at night his forest friends woke him up. They took the keys from Great-Grandfather Frost's snow coat, and the boy was able to open the 49th door. The younger one “was all transparent,” icy, and a tear froze on his cheek. The elder grabbed his brother and ran. He managed to get out of the ice house and had almost reached the living forest when Great-Grandfather Frost gave chase. The forest friends rushed at the old man's feet, and he fell. They did this again and again until the boy reached the living forest.

The elder ran, carrying the younger one carefully so as not to break him. He hoped that his father would cure his brother. Out of joy, the boy did not notice how he reached familiar places. It was already spring here, only there were remnants of snow here and there. It was on such a snowy “cake” that the Elder slipped, hearing the malicious voice of Great-Grandfather Frost. The younger one hit a root and crashed.

The elder cried until he fell asleep. Meanwhile, the squirrels collected Junior piece by piece, glued him together with birch glue and put him in the sun. When the Elder woke up, the Younger had already come to life and even the tear on his cheek had melted. Together the brothers returned to their parents. Blackbeard's beard turned black again with joy. Since then the brothers have not quarreled. Sometimes the Elder asked his brother to leave him alone, but not for long, and the Younger always obeyed him.

Summary of “Two Brothers” by Schwartz

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What should a real children's storyteller be like? Definitely kind, then smart, sincere, not lying to yourself or others, and able to tell a fascinating story. Maybe wear a cap and glasses. If not, then remain a child at heart until old age. The personality and image of Evgeny Schwartz fully corresponds to this verbal portrait. He is certainly a true sorcerer of the fairy tale word.

Literary coincidences

Evgeniy Schwartz penned an amazingly kind and sweet story about family and home. By the way, there is an instructive tale by Leo Tolstoy under the same title (“Two Brothers”), but it is about risk. Is it worth doing an action if the result is unknown: you can be left with nothing or achieve a lot.

The brothers are faced with a choice. They are given the opportunity to start a new unfamiliar life, win or lose. One person decides, everything will turn out great for him, but then he will lose wealth, fame, and return to his native land as a beggar. The indecisive brother will meet him and tell him that he was right. No, the traveler will answer, the years were not lived in vain, he saw the world and understood a lot.

Schwartz's tale "Two Brothers" is about something completely different. The plot is not borrowed from the great classic; the meaning and content are completely different. But first, just a few facts from the writer’s biography.

Where was the future storyteller born?

The future writer was born in the fall of 1896 into a family of burghers. Father is a medical student, mother is a student of obstetric courses. The future writer will spend his childhood in the south of Russia, in Maykop.

Be a lawyer? How boring it is

At first he intended to connect his life with jurisprudence, but changed his mind and did not complete his course of study at Moscow University. The career of a boring quibbling official, poring over articles of laws, is boring and not for him.

Theater and literature are much more interesting. From 1917 to 1921 he tried himself on the stage of small theaters, but soon realized that acting was not his cup of tea either. Melpomene can be served differently, it’s worth trying to write, but it’s not written yet. He takes on any job: a salesman in a bookstore, a loader, a secretary for Korney Chukovsky.

Literature is his calling

In literary circles in St. Petersburg he is known as a master of puns, a joker and just a cheerful person. Zoshchenko and Kharms laughed at Schwartz’s witticisms, although not everything is so simple here. The writer pronounces the plot and polishes the future style with the spoken word.

He always complained about the difficulty of writing. “I’ve been writing for twenty-five years, such a bastard, for the theater, but I’m tongue-tied, like the last holy fool on the porch.” There is some truth here. There was an opinion that Schwartz tells better than he writes.

Evgeny Lvovich lives in Petrograd, works in children's magazines. The first book, poems for children, was published in 1925 and is called “The Story of an Old Balalaika.” She is greeted warmly, Samuil Marshak himself speaks approvingly of her.

"I am a writer!" - sounds stupid

The child lived in his actions. He could work hard and be idle for months. I never made changes to the script, did not redo anything if I received instructions from “over there,” from the offices of my superiors. During rehearsals for plays, he made puns, improvised on the fly, added, removed, and changed entire pieces of text in the script.

I didn’t like to say: “I’m a writer,” I thought it sounded as stupid as “I’m handsome.” He preferred to call himself a playwright. He has written more than 20 fairy tale plays for puppet and drama theaters. Schwartz left behind a great creative legacy: he wrote for Arkady Raikin and puppeteer Sergei Obraztsov, the classic cinema of Kozintsev, he also wrote a libretto, memoirs and other works.

"Two brothers". Schwartz. Heroes

The writer gladly turns to fairy-tale plots; under them he disguises his vision of Soviet reality, irony, which officials do not always recognize, then realize and prohibit.

But the author also has wonderful fairy tales for children. This is already children's literature, where fiction, a light plot and unobtrusive teaching predominate. A classic example is “Two Brothers”.

Schwartz writes a kind and instructive story on which more than one generation of children has grown up. It is also called fantastic, although the heroes of the fairy tale are an ordinary family: a father, mother and two children. True, they live in the forest because their father has an unusual profession. He is a forester. Just before the New Year, an extraordinary adventure takes place with the boys.

Schwartz "Two Brothers" Summary

Before retelling the fairy tale, we note that the writer also wrote many other wonderful works for children: “The Tale of Lost Time,” “The New Adventures of Puss in Boots,” “The Absent-Minded Wizard.”

So, Evgeny Schwartz “Two Brothers”, summary fairy tales for children.

In one forest there lived a forester. His name was Blackbeard. He loved the forest and the trees growing in it. The forester knew that the trees in the forest were alive, they grew like children, they continued to grow even when they were no longer young. In a word, everything was going great for Blackbeard at work, but not so much at home.

The forester was upset by his own children. Two brothers - Evgeniy Schwartz calls Blackbeard's sons the Elder and the Younger - often quarreled. Somehow under New Year The father announced to his sons that there would be no Christmas tree because there were no Christmas tree decorations in the house. You have to go to the city to get them, but you can’t leave the guys alone.

The eldest was upset at first, but then promised the parents that in their absence the children would live amicably. He, the Elder, gives guarantees. The father and mother believed them, prepared food for the children, taught them how to heat the food, left a box of matches to light the fire in the stove, and left for three whole days.

About how the Elder kicked out the Younger, and what came of it

Two days went well, the guys lived in peace and harmony. The third day arrived, December 31st. Parents should return in the evening, bring toys and gifts. Everyone will decorate the Christmas tree together. That's where it all started.

The eldest was reading and got carried away. The younger one bothers him, he wants to play, but the book is just the most interesting thing, you can’t put it down. The eldest, without thinking twice, kicked his brother out the door. It won’t take long for him to finish the page, but he got engrossed in reading and forgot that the boy was in the cold. I remembered, got scared, went out into the street to look for Junior, but there was no trace of him.

The parents had just returned. The father found out about what had happened, and his black beard immediately turned gray from grief. Then he ordered the Elder to go in search of his brother and not return without him. The boy got ready and left. It was cold, dark and scary in the forest, but he stubbornly walked forward, thinking only about how to quickly find his brother.

Finally, he saw the mountains and realized that he had gone very far. After all, it was a whole 7-week drive to the mountains, and he got there in just one night. Suddenly the Elder heard a sound, as if bells were quietly ringing somewhere far away. He didn’t know where to go in search of Junior, so he followed the bell.

Finally, he found himself in a strange forest: the trees in it were icy, and so was the ground beneath them. It was the forest of Great-Grandfather Frost, who was already waiting for the boy. He took him to his icy house of 49 rooms. In the very last one, Junior languished under the castle.

Great-Grandfather Frost was not at all like his son, Grandfather Frost, whom he cursed for his good character. He loved peace, and his heart was cold and dispassionate. The great-grandfather brought half-frozen birds and small animals from the forest, the boy was supposed to twirl them over an icy fire until they became completely transparent, like pieces of ice.

How grateful little animals and birds helped the brothers

Days passed by. One day the Elder remembered that he had taken a box of matches from the house. The evil Great-Grandfather Frost was not at home. The boy ran into a real living forest, collected real brushwood, firewood, lit a fire under the very last 49th room, in which his brother was languishing in captivity, but no matter how hard he tried, the door did not budge, but he managed to warm the birds.

Of course, Great-Grandfather caught the boy doing this and became very angry. At night, grateful birds stole the keys to the treasured room from the old man. The eldest opened the locked door, grabbed his frozen brother, transparent as a piece of ice, in his arms and ran. He needed to get to a real living forest, but Great-Grandfather gave chase.

The chase and safe return home

And then the rescued animals came to the rescue. The squirrels began to throw themselves at the evil old man’s feet: he stumbled, fell, got up and ran again. The eldest reached the living forest, where spring was already in full swing. Suddenly he slipped, fell, and dropped the icy Junior from his hands. The poor boy, like an icicle, broke into small pieces.

My forest friends helped me. They glued Junior together. The brothers returned home, their parents were happy with them, and their father’s beard became black and beautiful again. Now they never quarrel. After all, the Elder was a smart and well-read boy. Such people understand everything the first time.

Schwartz wrote the fairy tale “Two Brothers” in 1943, when the war was going on, and the whole world had no time for fantasies. But perhaps even in difficult times, people need wonderful stories. It’s as if the writer sees and hears his characters, and everything around them rings, creaks, glows and sounds. Things in the wizard’s understanding are also not soulless. He believed that objects in the house were spying on him, quietly watching.

Children about a fairy tale

With his fairy tale “Two Brothers,” Schwartz makes children think and empathize with what they read. They write reviews, discuss heroes.

Evgeny Schwartz “Two Brothers,” many readers believe, is a fairy tale whose heroes have strange names, which no one actually has in real life. The guys are concerned about the fate of Junior, who was captured by Great-Grandfather Frost, and rejoice when Senior saves his brother. To do this, he has to overcome many difficulties.

Children are upset by the cruelty of Great-Grandfather Frost, who freezes living animals and birds. From the fairy tale, the guys draw a simple conclusion: you must first think and then speak, because the consequences in the hearts of what is said can be the saddest.

In the fairy tale “Two Brothers” (Evgeny Schwartz), the children reflect, there are neither proletarians nor rich. Just husband, wife and children. The book is small and interesting. The story makes you think about what responsibility is and how cruel and unfair actions can turn out. The guys like a winter and slightly harsh fairy tale.

Readers note that in the fairy tale “Two Brothers,” Schwartz surprises with a flight of fantasy: Great-Grandfather Frost freezes the animals on an icy fire, throws ice-cold firewood into the stove, and Junior breaks into small pieces. A touching story teaches you to appreciate your closest people and those you simply like.

Evgeniy Schwartz wrote “Two Brothers” instructively. Review of a favorite fairy tale follows review, each of them is sweet and touching in its own way, which means that our children grow up kind and sympathetic.