Four children met at a summer music camp. They became firm friends. This is the story of the adventures that they had.
Some of the kids had traveled by train and were
picked up in a small bus with the name of the camp painted in large
letters on its side -- CAMP MONOHONK.
The four friends had met on the train and sat
together on the bus. Other children were driven to the camp by their
parents who had told them to enjoy themselves, have a good time,
learn a lot about music and then had driven off.
CHAPTER ONE
Four children met at a summer music camp. They became firm friends. This is the story of the adventures that they had.
Some of the kids had traveled by train and were
picked up in a small bus with the name of the camp painted in large
letters on its side -- CAMP MONOHONK.
The four friends had met on the train and sat
together on the bus. Other children were driven to the camp by their
parents who had told them to enjoy themselves, have a good time,
learn a lot about music and then had driven off.
Each of the children had brought the musical
instrument that they played with them. The camp had several teachers
who could cover the range of instruments that the children were
learning, such as string instruments, wind instruments, brass
instruments and percussion instruments.
The children took their suitcases and backpacks to
the dormitories to which they were assigned. There were four
dormitories. Three for girls and one for boys. There were many more
girls than boys at the music camp.
When they had unpacked and placed their things
into the small cupboards by each bed and had carefully unpacked their
instruments from their cases and placed them on top of the bedside
cupboards -- that is except for the double-bass players who had to
put their large instruments against the wall at the back of the
dormitory -- they wondered what to do next.
Suddenly there was a crackling coming from the
loud-speaker hanging on the wall above the main doorway.
Later the four friends found out when talking to
other kids that eack of the dormitories were laid out the same.
"Hello," a voice came over the
loud-speakers. "Good afternoon. My name is Sergei Sergeivich and
I am the camp leader. Would all our music campers please come to the
Great Lawn outside the concert hall -- the big red building that you
saw as you came into the camp. When we are all together I will run
through some announcements."
All the children quickly assembled on the Great
Lawn. They were all excited at meeting Sergei Sergeivich a famous
Russian violinist. He was now mostly retired and spent his time
teaching and running the summer camp.
Sergei Sergeivich stood on an upturned tea-chest
as if he were on a conductor's podium at a concert and addressed the
children. Nearby lying quietly on the grass was his old Labrador dog
Mozart -- Mozzy for short.
