French classic serial Little Naughty Nicolas

Little Naughty Nicholas has accompanied many French people to spend a happy childhood, and has countless "Little Nicholas fans" in France. Nikolai was a schoolboy who had just started school, and he had a bunch of "die-hards", just a bunch of buddies and brothers in school. These little guys are innocent and happy. Wherever they go, they become chaotic.

"Little Naughty Nicholas" is a masterpiece of collaboration between two French comic book masters. Gusini was responsible for writing the story, and Sambe was responsible for the illustrations.

Nikolai's story is composed of such a playful story, some happening at home, some happening at school, some happening outside school after school, and some happening on the beach on vacation. So before our eyes appeared a vivid and interesting character, a scene of light comedy at home and school, and a hilarious picture of childhood happiness.

For decades, the story of the little naughty Nicholas was a big seller in France and Europe, and was adapted into a TV series. Children and adults alike derive great pleasure from Nikolai's story. Everyone's childhood can have different tastes, but almost everyone is happy to leave more laughter in the memory.

Football

I was in the wasteland with the friends: Eudes, Geoffroy, Alceste, Agnan, Rufus, Clotaire, Maixent and Joachim. I don't know if I've ever told you about my buddies, but I know I told you about the wasteland. It is terrible; there are tin cans, stones, cats, pieces of wood and a car. A car that has no wheels, but with which we laugh well: we do "vroum vroum", we play on the bus, on the plane; That's great!

But there, we had not come to play with the car. We came to play football. Alceste has a ball and he lends it to us on condition that he is a goalkeeper, because he does not like to run. Geoffroy, who has a very wealthy dad, had come dressed as a footballer, with a red, white and blue shirt, white panties with a red stripe, big socks, shin guards and terrible shoes with nails underneath. And it would rather be the others who would need protectiontibias, because Geoffroy, as the gentleman of the radio says, he is a tough player. Especially because of the shoes.

We had decided how to form the team. Alceste would be goal, and as backs we would have Eudes and Agnan. With Eudes, nothing passes, because he is very strong and he is scary; he's funny rough, too! Agnan, we put him there so that he does not embarrass, and also because we do not dare to push him or hit him: he has glasses and he cries easily. The halves will be Rufus, Clotaire and Joachim. They have to serve balls to us, the forwards. The forwards, we are only three, because there are not enough friends, but we are terrible: there is Maixent, who has big legs with big dirty knees and runs very fast; there's me who has a great shoot, bing! And then there's Geoffroy with his shoes.

We were very happy to have formed the team.

"Let's go?" We're going? Maixent shouted.

— A pass! A pass! Joachim shouted.

We had a good laugh, and then Geoffroy said:

"Eh! Guys! Who are we playing against? It would take an opposing team.

And that's true, he was right, Geoffroy: we can make passes with the ball, if we don't have a goal to send it, it's not funny. I proposed that we split into two teams, but Clotaire said, "Divide the team? Never! And then, it's like when you play cowboys, nobody wants to play the opponents.

And then came those from the other school. We don't like them, those from the other school: they are all stupid. Often, they come to the wasteland, and then we fight, because we are told that the wasteland is ours, and they say that it is theirs and it makes a fuss. But there, we were rather happy to see them.

"Hey! guys, I said, you want to play football with us? We have a balloon.

— Play with you? We don't make you laugh! said a skinny man with red hair, like Aunt Clarisse's that turned red last month, and Mom explained to me that it was paint she had put on it at the hairdresser.

"And why would that make you laugh, fool?" Rufus asked.

"It's the slap I'm going to give you that's going to make me laugh! he replied the one who had red hair.

"And then first," said a big man with teeth, "get out of here, the wasteland is ours.

Agnan wanted to leave, but we didn't agree.

"No, sir," said Clotaire, "the wasteland is ours; but what happens is that you are afraid to play football with us. We have a great team!

"Very shabby! said the big one with teeth, and they all started laughing, and so did I, because it was fun; and then Eudes punched a little one on the nose of a little one who said nothing. But as the little one, he was the brother of the big one with the teeth, it made a fuss.

"Start again, to see," said the great with his teeth to Eudes.

"Aren't you a little crazy?" asked the little one, who was holding his nose, and Geoffroy kicked the skinny man who had Aunt Clarisse's hair.

We all fought, except Agnan, who was crying and shouting, "My glasses! I have glasses!" It was very nice, and then Dad arrived.

"We hear you screaming from the house, a bunch of little savages! Dad shouted. And you, Nicolas, do you know what time it is?

And then Dad took by the collar a big beast with whom I was slapping myself.

"Let go of me," shouted the big beast. Otherwise, I call my dad to me, who is a tax collector, and I tell him to put you terrible taxes!

Percepteur n.m

Dad let go of the big beast and he said: Well, that's enough! It's late, your parents need to worry. And then first, why are you fighting? Can't have fun nicely?

"We fight, I said, because they are afraid to play football with us!

"We, afraid?" Us, afraid? We, afraid? shouted the big one with teeth.

"Well! Dad said, if you're not afraid, why don't you play?

"Because they're shabby, that's why," said the big beast.

" Shabby ? I said, with a forward line like ours: Maixent, me and Geoffroy? You make me laugh.

"Geoffroy? Dad said. I would see him better as a back, I don't know if he's very fast.

"Minute," said Geoffroy, "I have the shoes and I'm the best dressed, so...

— And as a goal? Dad asked.

So, we explained to him how we had formed the team and Dad said that it was not bad, but that we would have to train and that he would teach us because he had almost been international (he played inter right to the Patronage Chantecler). He would have been if he had not married. I didn't know that; he's terrible, my dad.

"So," said Dad, "to those at the other school, do you agree to play with my team next Sunday?" I will be the referee.

"But no, they don't agree, it's deflated," Maixent shouted.

"No, sir, we are not deflated," replied the one who had red hair, and for Sunday it's okay. At 3 o'clock. What are we going to put on you!

And then they left.

Dad stayed with us, and he started training us. He took the ball and put a goal to Alceste. And then he put himself in the goals instead of Alceste, and it was Alceste who gave him a goal. So Dad showed us how to make passes. He sent the ball, and he said, "To you, Clotaire! A pass!" And the bullet hit Agnan, who lost his glasses and started crying.

And then, Mom arrived.

"But finally, she said to Dad, what are you doing there?" I send you to get the little one, I don't see you coming back and my dinner cools.

So, Dad turned all red, he took me by the hand and he said, "Come on, Nicolas, let's go back!" and all the friends shouted, "See you on Sunday! Hooray for Nicolas' dad! »

At the table, Mom was laughing all the time, and to ask Dad for salt she said, "Give me a pass, Kopa!"

Moms don't understand anything about sports, but it doesn't matter: next Sunday, it's going to be terrible!