A Beautiful Planet. Book one. Series: Robot Croot – The Greatest Constructor читать онлайн
Croot, a little robot from a faraway planet, arrives on Earth and finds it to be a remarkable place. When it’s time to go home, he comes away with a new dream of building a spaceship and visiting his newfound friends Masha and Kolya one more time.
Book One of the Robot Croot series introduces the audience to Croot and his friends. You will find out how Crootkids are different from Crootabies, and whether robots have to go to school. The book’s vivid illustrations offer a view of the exotic worlds of the Roborumb System along with images of robots’ cutting-edge spaceships like planeskats, zvezdokats and galaskats.
The theme of space travel is fascinating for children of all ages, and Robot Croot will make you laugh and win a place in your heart.
Recommended for children aged 3 and up.
Olga Golubyatnikova - A Beautiful Planet. Book one. Series: Robot Croot – The Greatest Constructor
Chapter 1
What an Evening Brings…
It was a typical mid-August evening. The children were lying, bored, on a hammock in the farthest part of their garden.
There was half a month left, and then, like it or not, the next year of school study would begin. Kolya would move up to the fourth year in primary school, and Masha would move into the senior group in nursery. But even with half of August left it seemed that summer was already over. So both felt a little sad.
‘Kolya, do you think that there are miruncles in summer?’ Masha asked dreamily.
‘Not miruncles, but miracles!’ Kolya always corrected his sister’s mistakes as she learnt new words or phrases. ‘And why are you asking about summer?
‘Well, everyone knows that miruncles, that is, miracles, happen in winter: New Year, Santa Claus, gifts, but in the summer, I wonder, are there any too?’
The boy thought about it. Not about miracles (no, he hadn’t believed in them for a long time), he wondered whether it was worth telling his sister what he knew about Santa Claus…
‘You know, Masha…’
‘Look!’ his sister suddenly shouted. ‘Do you see how strangely that star is flying? In curlicues’.
‘Not in curlicues, but in a spiral,’ her brother corrected.
They both stared up at the sky.
‘It’s probably people from other planets!’ she said excitedly. Masha was worried now.
‘They are called Aliens, not people, but of course it’s not them… It’s just a satellite, which some also call a Sputnik,’ Kolya said reassuringly.
The sputnik was growing in size and clearly approaching. Bit by bit it came closer until they could see that it was round, sparkling and shimmering with different colours.
‘Kolya, quick, let’s run home!’ Masha tugged hard on her brother’s sleeve.
‘No way! If it falls into our garden, I have to find it! Then all the other kids will be sooooo jealous!’
The ball was indeed already circling over gardens and rapidly descending. The children leapt to their feet.
‘Not to the neighbours, not to the neighbours!’ Kolya repeated like a mantra: his hands were pressed to his chest, his eyes were burning.
There was an electric crackle in the air. The sputnik slowed down over a huge apple tree, flew over it, froze over a currant. Brother and sister watched, with gaping mouths (one with delight, the other with fear), as it rounded the bush and skimmed over the ground. Then it hovered for a second and – pok! – it plonked itself firmly on its three small, metal legs not far from the children.
Close up, the sputnik was bigger than they’d originally thought. Its surface was smooth and silvery. Coloured lights were running around the middle of the hull and antennae stuck out in different directions and sparkled. It resembled a festive Christmas tree. Kolya had always imagined satellites to be exactly like this.
