The story took place in the

The story took place in the "38" festival eve, a kindergarten. One morning, after breakfast, when the children were preparing to paint flowers, the childminder Nina Ivanovna asked them, "Children, who knows what festival is coming up?"

Sveta jumped out of her chair, hopping on one foot and Shouting, "March 8th is International Women's Day!"

Sveta knew what holiday was every year, because she got some favorite gifts every time. She can break fingers one by one to count: New Year, "38" section, "51" section, "birthday" and so on, until the next New Year.

Of course, the other children, both boys and girls, knew that March Eighth was coming, so they too shouted: "March Eighth! March Eighth Festival! International Women's Day!"

'There, there! Nina Ivanovna quieted the children. "So you all know! So let's think again, what can we do to welcome the mother's Day? I suggest that we hold an exhibition. Each of you will go home and ask for a picture of your mother. We will make a frame and put it on the wall. Won't it be an exhibition?"

Tolia stood up and asked, "No more holiday poetry?"

He was a very clever boy who had come to kindergarten at the age of three, so he knew that he had to learn some new poems before every festival.

"Poetry, too. We still have plenty of time, but the photos need to be ready sooner."

Nina Ivanovna is right. She knew that some mothers didn't have new, satisfying photos and needed to go to the studio to have them taken.

And when that happened, there was no picture of Nata's mother. Her mother was not very happy about it.

"I'm always so ugly," she nagged. "I don't have a decent picture."

NAT's father joked with her that it was just an illusion. And mom got mad at dad. Dad had to convince her to take another photo that she liked.

My mother went to the photo studio and took a picture. But for some reason, she didn't think the new photos were as good as the old ones, saying that her old ones were prettier than this one. Finally, Nata's father suggested that she take one of the old photos to the kindergarten.

Mom agreed with Dad and found the oldest photo and gave it to Nata. Although this picture is old, it looks as good as new. It was only taken a long time ago, when Mother was very young and not yet married to NAT's father.

In short, every family is talking about the exhibition photos. Vlaquik's mother said she was not an advanced worker or model worker and there was no need to put her picture up. Vlaquik's father explained to her that it was International Women's Day and the kindergarten was putting up pictures of the mothers not because they were model workers, but because they were good, kind mothers who loved their children.

"Don't we have your picture on the wall at home?" Vlaquik's father said, "Why can't the children hang a picture of their mother? If I were the leader of the kindergarten, I would hang all the photos of the mothers on the wall not only during holidays but also during ordinary times."

Vlaquik's mother smiled and stopped arguing. The work will go well. The mothers have all handed in their photos. Each child draws a white chrysanthemum on a big red cardboard. This is the frame they made themselves. Then they put pictures of the mothers on a frame and hung them in two rows on the wall, setting up a real exhibit.

The children sat in a row and admired. Everyone was very happy because there were pictures of their mothers on display. Suddenly, Nata said to Sveta next to her, "Sveta, I think your mother is pretty, and so is my mother, but look and look, my mother is prettier than yours."

"Ha, ha! Sveta was not pleased, but managed to smile, and said, "I tell you, my mother is a hundred times more beautiful than your mother, nay, ten thousand times! If you don't believe me, we'll call Pavlik."

Little Pavlik stood up and looked carefully at the picture of the two mothers. Then he said, "Your mothers are both pretty, but my mother is the most beautiful."

"How stupid you are! 'she said angrily.' People ask you whether Sveta's mother is beautiful or mine! Which of them is pretty? Got it?"

"I see. My mother is the prettiest of the two. '

'It's no use talking to a man like him! Sveta pouted and said contemptuously, "We might as well ask Tolia. Tolia! Say, whose mother is the prettiest?"

Tolia walked over to the wall with the photos, pointed to her mother and said, "My mother is prettier than anyone!"

"What? !" "My mother is the most beautiful!" said Nata, Svita, and Pavlik all in one voice. That said, all jumped up from the chair, ran to the picture, pointing to his mother, said she was the most beautiful. The other children could not sit still, and the room became chaotic. Everyone pointed to a picture of their mother and shouted, "My mother is the prettiest! My mother is prettier than anyone!"

Vlajik tried to push Nata aside, but she pressed her hands tightly over the picture of her mother and squeezed her legs against Vlajik. Nina Ivanovna heard the noise and ran quickly. When she found out what was going on, she sent everyone back to their seats. But no one left the picture of their mother, and they continued to shout.