Russian folk tale in the processing of V. Dahl "War of mushrooms with berries"
In the red summer, there is a lot of everything in the forest - and all kinds of mushrooms and all kinds of berries: strawberries with blueberries, and raspberries with blackberries, and black currants. Girls walk through the forest, pick berries, sing songs, and a boletus mushroom, sitting under an oak tree, and puffing up, pouting, rushing from the ground, angry at the berries: “Look, what they have born! We used to be in honor, in high esteem, but now no one will even look at us! Wait, - thinks the boletus, the head of all mushrooms, - we, mushrooms, are a great force - we will bend down, strangle it, sweet berry!
The boletus conceived and made a war, sitting under an oak tree, looking at all the mushrooms, and he began to convene the mushrooms, began to help call out:
“Come on, you little darlings, go to war!”
Waves refused:
- We are all old women, not guilty of war
- Go, you bastards!
Refused mushrooms:
- Our legs are painfully thin, we will not go to war!
— Hey you, morels! shouted the boletus mushroom. - Gear up for war!
Refused morels; They say:
- We are old men, so where are we going to war!
The mushroom got angry, the boletus got angry, and he shouted in a loud voice:
- Milk mushrooms, you guys are friendly, go fight with me, beat the puffy berry!
Mushrooms with loaders responded:
- We are milk mushrooms, brothers are friendly, we go to war with you, to the forest and field berries, we will throw our hats on it, we will trample it with the fifth!
Having said this, the milk mushrooms climbed together from the ground: a dry leaf rises above their heads, a formidable army rises.
“Well, be in trouble,” the green grass thinks.
And at that time, Aunt Varvara came into the forest with a box - wide pockets. Seeing the great cargo force, she gasped, sat down and, well, took the mushrooms in a row and put them in the back. I collected it full-full, forcibly brought it home, and at home I dismantled the fungi by birth and by rank: volnushki - into tubs, honey mushrooms - into barrels, morels - into beetroots, mushrooms - into boxes, and the largest boletus mushroom got into mating; he was pierced, dried and sold.
Since that time, the mushroom has ceased to fight with the berry.
Russian folk tale in the processing of I. Karnaukhova "Zhiharka"
Once upon a time there lived in a hut a cat, a rooster and a little man - Zhiharka. The cat and the rooster went hunting, and Zhiharka kept house. He cooked dinner, set the table, laid out spoons. Lays out and says:
Then the fox heard that in the hut Zhikharka was the only host, and she wanted to try Zhikharka's meat.
The cat and the rooster, as they went hunting, always ordered Zhikharka to lock the doors. Zhikharka locked the door. I locked everything, and once I forgot. Zhikharka did all the work, cooked dinner, set the table, began to lay out the spoons and said:
- This simple spoon is Kotova, this simple spoon is Petina, and this is not a simple one - chiseled, gilded handle - this is Zhikharkina. I won't give it to anyone.
I just wanted to put it on the table, and on the stairs - top-top-top.
The fox is coming!
Zhikharka was frightened, jumped off the bench, dropped the spoon on the floor - and there was no time to pick it up - and climbed under the stove. And the fox entered the hut, looking there, looking here - there is no Zhikharka.
"Wait," the fox thinks, "you yourself will tell me where you are sitting."
The fox went to the table, began to sort out the spoons:
- This spoon is simple - Petina, this spoon is simple - Kotova, but this spoon is not simple - chiseled, gilded handle - I will take this one for myself.
“Ay, ah, ah, don’t take it, auntie, I won’t give it!”
— There you are, Zhiharka!
The fox ran up to the stove, put its paw into the oven, pulled Zhikharka out, threw it on her back - and into the forest.
She ran home, heated the stove hot: she wants to fry Zhikharka and eat it.
The fox took a shovel.
“Sit down,” he says, “Zhikharka.
And Zhikharka is small, but remote. He sat down on a shovel, spread his arms and legs - and he won’t go into the stove.
“You don’t sit like that,” says the fox.
Zhikharka turned to the stove with the back of his head, spread his arms and legs - he wouldn’t go into the stove.
“Not like that,” the fox says.
- And you, auntie, show me, I don’t know how.
- What a fool you are!
The fox threw Zhikharka off the shovel, jumped onto the shovel herself, curled up into a ring, hid her paws, covered herself with her tail. And Zhikharka covered her senses in the stove and with a damper, and he himself quickly got out of the hut and home.
And at home, a cat and a rooster are crying, sobbing:
- Here is a simple spoon - Kotova, here is a simple spoon - Petina, but there is no chiseled spoon, a gilded handle, and there is no our Zhikharka, and there is no our little one! ..
The cat wipes away tears with its paw, Petya picks it up with its wing. Suddenly, down the stairs - knock-knock-knock. Zhiharka runs, shouting in a loud voice:
- Here I am! And the fox was roasted in the oven!
The cat and the rooster rejoiced. Well Zhiharka kiss! Well Zhiharka hug! And now the cat, the rooster and Zhiharka live in this hut, they are waiting for us to visit.
Russian folk tale in the retelling of V. Dahl "The Crane and the Heron"
An owl flew - a cheerful head; so she flew, flew, and sat down, turned her head, looked around, took off and flew again; she flew, flew, and sat down, turned her head, looked around, and her eyes were like bowls, they did not see a crumb!
This is not a fairy tale, this is a saying, but a fairy tale ahead.
Spring has come in the winter and, well, drive it with the sun, bake it, and call grass-ant from the ground; grass poured out, ran out to look at the sun, brought out the first flowers - snowy: both blue and white, blue-scarlet and yellow-gray.
Stretched out from the sea migrant: geese and swans, cranes and herons, waders and ducks, songbirds and bouncer-titmouse. Everyone flocked to us in Rus' to build nests, live in families. So they dispersed along their edges: across the steppes, through the forests, through the swamps, along the streams.
A crane stands alone in the field, looks around, strokes its little head, and thinks: “I need to get a household, make a nest and get a hostess.”
So he built a nest right next to the swamp, and in the swamp, in a tussock, a long-nosed, long-nosed heron sits, sits, looks at the crane and chuckles to himself: “After all, what a clumsy born!”
In the meantime, the crane thought up: “Give me, he says, I’ll woo a heron, she went to our family: both our beak and high on her legs.” So he went along an unbeaten path through the swamp: tyap and tyap with his feet, and his legs and tail were stuck; here he rests with his beak - he will pull out his tail, and his beak will get stuck; the beak will be pulled out - the tail will get stuck; I hardly reached the heron tussock, looked into the reeds and asked:
“Is the heron at home?”
- Here she is. What do you need? the heron replied.
“Marry me,” said the crane.
“What’s wrong, I’ll go for you, for the lanky one: you’re wearing a short dress, and you yourself walk on foot, you live stingily, you’ll starve me to death in the nest!”
These words seemed insulting to the crane. Silently he turned yes and went home: tyap yes tyap, tyap yes tyap.
The heron, sitting at home, thought: “Well, really, why did I refuse him, is it somehow better for me to live alone? He is of a good family, they call him a dandy, he walks with a tuft; I’ll go to him and say a good word.”
The heron went, but the path through the swamp is not close: either one leg will get stuck, then the other. One will pull out - the other will bog down. The wing will pull out - the beak will plant; Well, she came and said:
- Crane, I'm coming for you!
“No, heron,” the crane says to her, “I’ve changed my mind, I don’t want to marry you.” Go back where you came from!
The heron felt ashamed, she covered herself with her wing and went to her tussock; and the crane, looking after her, regretted that he had refused; so he jumped out of the nest and followed her to knead the swamp. Comes and says:
- Well, so be it, heron, I take you for myself.
And the heron sits angry, angry and does not want to talk with the crane.
“Listen, madame heron, I take you for myself,” repeated the crane.
“You take it, but I don’t go,” she answered.
Nothing to do, the crane went home again. “So good,” he thought, “now I won’t take her for anything!”
The crane sat down in the grass and does not want to look in the direction where the heron lives. And she again changed her mind: “It is better to live together than one. I'll go make peace with him and marry him."
So she went again to hobble through the swamp. The path to the crane is long, the swamp is viscous: one leg will get stuck, then the other. The wing will pull out - the beak will plant; forcibly reached the crane's nest and said:
- Zhuronka, listen, so be it, I'm coming for you!
And the crane answered her:
- Fyodor will not go for Yegor, but Fyodor would go for Yegor, but Yegor does not take it.
Having said these words, the crane turned away. The heron is gone.
He thought, thought the crane, and again regretted why he would not agree to take the heron for himself, while she herself wanted; he got up quickly and went again through the swamp: tyap, tyap with his feet, and his legs and tail were bogged down; he will rest with his beak, pull out his tail - the beak will get stuck, and pull out the beak - the tail will get stuck.
That's how they go after each other to this day; the path was beaten, but the beer was not brewed.
Russian folk tale in the processing of I. Sokolov-Mikitov "Winter"
They thought up a bull, a ram, a pig, a cat and a rooster to live in the forest. It's good in the summer in the forest, at ease! Plenty of grass for a bull and a ram, a cat catches mice, a rooster picks berries, pecks worms, a pig under the trees digs roots and acorns. Only bad things happen to friends if it rains.
So the summer passed, late autumn came, it began to get colder in the forest. The bull was the first to think of building a winter hut. I met a ram in the forest:
- Come on, friend, build a winter hut! I will carry logs from the forest and hew poles, and you will tear wood chips.
- All right, - the ram answers, - I agree.
A bull and a ram met a pig:
- Let's go, Khavronyushka, build a winter hut with us. We will carry logs, hew poles, tear wood chips, and you will knead clay, make bricks, lay the stove.
The pig agreed.
They saw a bull, a ram and a pig cat:
- Hello, Kotofeich! Let's go build a winter hut together! We will carry logs, hew poles, tear wood chips, knead clay, make bricks, lay a stove, and you will carry moss, caulk walls.
The cat agreed.
A bull, a ram, a pig and a cat met a rooster in the forest:
— Hello, Petya! Come with us to build a winter hut! We will carry logs, hew poles, tear wood chips, knead clay, make bricks, lay a stove, carry moss, caulk the walls, and you will cover the roof.
The rooster agreed.
Friends chose a drier place in the forest, applied logs, hewed poles, pulled wood chips, made bricks, dragged moss - they began to cut down the hut.
The hut was cut down, the stove was laid down, the walls were caulked, the roof was covered. Prepared supplies and firewood for the winter.
A fierce winter has come, the frost has crackled. It is cold in the forest for some, but warm for friends in their winter hut. The bull and the ram are sleeping on the floor, the pig has climbed underground, the cat is singing songs on the stove, and the rooster has perched on the perch under the ceiling.
Friends live - do not grieve.
And seven hungry wolves wandered through the forest, they saw a new winter hut. Odin, the bravest wolf, says:
“I’ll go, brothers, and see who lives in this winter hut.” If I don't come back soon, run to the rescue.
The wolf entered the winter hut and landed right on the ram. The ram has nowhere to go. The ram hid in a corner, bleated in a terrible voice:
- Be-ee! .. Be-ee! .. Be-ee! ..
The rooster saw the wolf, flew off the perch, flapped its wings:
- Ku-ka-re-ku-u! ..
The cat jumped off the stove, snorted, meowed:
- Me-u-u! .. Me-u-u! .. Me-u-u! ..
A bull ran in, wolf horns to the side:
— Woo!.. Woo!.. Woo!..
And the pig heard that a fight was going on upstairs, crawled out of the underground and shouted:
- Oink oink oink! Who is there to eat?
The wolf had a hard time, he barely escaped alive from trouble. Runs, shouts to his comrades:
- Oh, brothers, go away! Oh brothers, run!
The wolves heard and took to their heels. They ran for an hour, they ran for two, they sat down to rest, their red tongues fell out.
And the old wolf caught his breath, he says to them:
- I, my brothers, entered the winter hut, I see: a terrible and shaggy one stared at me. Upstairs clapped, downstairs snorted! A horned, butted man jumped out of the corner - horns in my side! And from below they shout: “Who is there to eat?” I did not see the light - and out ... Oh, run, brothers! ..
The wolves rose, their tails like a pipe - only a column of snow.
Russian folk tale in the processing of O. Kapitsa "The Fox and the Goat"
The fox ran, gaped at the crows - and fell into the well.
There wasn't much water in the well: you couldn't drown, and you couldn't jump out either.
The fox is sitting, grieving.
There is a goat - a smart head; walks, shakes his beards, shakes his mugs; looked into the well for nothing to do, saw a fox there and asked:
- What are you doing there, little fox?
- I'm resting, my dear, - the fox answers, - it's hot up there, so I climbed here. How cool is it here! Cold water - as much as you want!
And the goat wants to drink for a long time.
- Is the water good? the goat asks.
“Excellent,” the fox replies. - Clean, cold! Jump here if you like; there will be a place for both of us.
The goat jumped foolishly, almost crushed the fox. And she told him:
“Oh, the bearded fool, he didn’t even know how to jump - he splashed everything. The fox jumped on the back of the goat, from the back onto the horns, and out of the well. The goat almost disappeared from hunger in the well; they found him by force and dragged him out by the horns.
Russian folk tale in the processing of V. Dahl "The fox-bass"
On a winter night, a hungry godfather walked along the path; clouds hung in the sky, the field was covered with snow. “At least for one tooth something to eat,” the fox thinks. Here she goes along the way; lies a lump.
“Well,” the fox thinks, “sometimes a bast shoe will come in handy.” She took a bast shoe in her teeth and went on. She comes to the village and knocks at the first hut.
- Who's there? asked the man, opening the window.
- It's me, a kind person, little fox-sister. Let sleepover!
- We are cramped without you! said the old man, and was about to close the window.
What do I need, how much do I need? the fox asked. - I myself will lie down on the bench, and the tail under the bench - and that's it.
The old man took pity, let the fox go, and she said to him:
- Little man, little man, hide my shoe!
The peasant took the shoe and threw it under the stove.
That night everyone fell asleep, the fox quietly got off the bench, crept up to the bast shoes, pulled it out and threw it far into the stove, and she returned as if nothing had happened, lay down on the bench, and lowered her tail under the bench.
It began to get light. The people woke up; the old woman lit the stove, and the old man began to equip himself for firewood in the forest.
The fox also woke up, ran after the bast shoes - look, but the bast shoes were gone. The fox howled:
- The old man offended, profited from my good, but I won’t take even a chicken for my bast shoes!
The man looked under the stove - no bast shoes! What to do? But he laid it himself! I went and took the chicken and gave it to the fox. And the fox still began to break down, does not take the chicken and howls at the whole village, yelling about how the old man offended her.
The owner and the mistress began to appease the fox: they poured milk into a cup, crumbled bread, made scrambled eggs and began to ask the fox not to disdain bread and salt. And that's all the fox wanted. She jumped up on the bench, ate bread, drank some milk, ate the fried eggs, took the chicken, put it in a bag, said goodbye to the owners and went her own way.
He walks and sings a song:
fox-sister
dark night
Walked hungry;
She walked and walked
Found a bug -
Demolished to people
Good people sold
I took the chicken.
Here she comes in the evening to another village. Knock, knock, knock, the fox knocks on the hut.
- Who's there? the man asked.
- It's me, fox-sister. Let me go, uncle, to spend the night!
“I won’t push you,” said the fox. “I’ll lie down on the bench myself, and put my tail under the bench, and that’s it!”
They let the fox go. So she bowed to the owner and gave him her chicken for savings, while she herself calmly lay down in a corner on the bench, and tucked her tail under the bench.
The owner took the hen and put it to the ducks behind the bars. The fox saw all this and, as the owners fell asleep, she quietly got down from the bench, crept up to the grate, pulled out her chicken, plucked it, ate it, and buried the feathers with bones under the stove; herself, like a good one, jumped up on the bench, curled up in a ball and fell asleep.
It began to get light, the woman set to work on the stove, and the peasant went to feed the cattle.
The fox also woke up, began to get ready to go; she thanked the hosts for the warmth, for the acne, and began to ask the peasant for her hen.
A man climbed after a chicken - look, but the chicken is gone! From there to here, I went through all the ducks: what a miracle - there is no chicken!
- My chicken, my little blackie, colorful ducks have pecked you, blue-gray drakes have beaten you! I won't take any duck for you!
The woman took pity on the fox and said to her husband:
- Let's give her a duck and feed her on the road!
Here they fed, watered the fox, gave her a duck and escorted her out of the gate.
There is a kuma fox, licking its lips, and singing its song:
fox-sister
dark night
Walked hungry;
She walked and walked
Found a bug -
Demolished to people
Good people sold:
For a lump - a chicken,
For a chicken - a duck.
Whether the fox walked close, whether it was far, whether it was long, whether it was short, it began to get dark. She saw a dwelling in the side and turned there; comes: knock, knock, knock at the door!
- Who's there? the owner asks.
- I, the fox-sister, lost my way, I got cold all over and beat off my legs when I ran! Let me, good man, rest and warm up!
- And I would be glad to let you go, gossip, but nowhere!
- And, kumanyok, I'm not picky: I'll lie down on the bench myself, and tuck my tail under the bench - and that's it!
I thought, the old man thought, and let the fox go. Alice is happy. She bowed to the owners and asked them to save her flat-nosed duck until the morning.
They took a flat-nosed duck for savings and let it go to the geese. And the fox lay down on the bench, tucked its tail under the bench and began to snore.
“It’s obvious that she has a heart, she’s worn out,” said the woman, climbing onto the stove. The owners also fell asleep for a short time, and the fox was only waiting for this: she quietly got down from the bench, crept up to the geese, grabbed her flat-nosed duck, ate it, plucked it clean, ate it, and buried the bones and feathers under the stove; she herself, as if nothing had happened, went to bed and slept until broad daylight. Woke up, stretched, looked around; sees - one mistress in the hut.
- Mistress, where is the master? the fox asks. - I should say goodbye to him, bow for warmth, for eel.
- Bona, missed the owner! said the old woman. - Yes, he is now, tea, for a long time at the market.
“So happy to stay, hostess,” said the fox, bowing. - My flat-toed already, tea, has woken up. Come on, grandmother, rather, it's time for us to set off on the road with her.
The old woman rushed after the duck - look, look, but there is no duck! What will you do, where will you get it? And you have to give! Behind the old woman stands a fox, his eyes curling, he wails in a voice: she had a duck, unprecedented, unheard of, motley in gold, for that duck she would not have taken a goose.
The hostess was frightened, and well, bow to the fox:
- Take it, mother Lisa Patrikeevna, take any goose! And I’ll give you a drink, feed you, I won’t regret butter or testicles.
The fox went to the peace, got drunk, ate, chose a fat goose, put it in a bag, bowed to the hostess and set off on the road; goes and sings a song to himself:
fox-sister
dark night
Walked hungry;
She walked and walked
Found a bug -
Good people sold:
For a lump - a chicken,
For a chicken - a duck,
For a duck - a gosling!
The fox walked and got mad. It became hard for her to carry a goose in a sack: now she would stand up, then sit down, then run again. The night came, and the fox began to hunt for the night; no matter where you knock on the door, everywhere there is a refusal. So she approached the last hut and quietly, timidly began tapping like this: knock, knock, knock, knock!
- What do you want? the owner replied.
- Warm up, dear, let me spend the night!
- Nowhere, and without you it's crowded!
“I won’t press anyone,” the fox answered, “I’ll lie down on the bench myself, and the tail under the bench, and that’s it.”
The owner took pity, let the fox go, and she puts a goose for him to save; the owner put him behind bars with turkeys. But rumors about a fox have already reached here from the bazaar.
So the owner thinks: “Is this not the fox that the people are talking about?” and began to look after her. And she, as kind, lay down on the bench and lowered her tail under the bench; she herself listens when the owners fall asleep. The old woman began to snore, and the old man pretended to be asleep. Here the fox jumped to the grate, grabbed her goose, bit it, plucked it and began to eat. He eats, eats and rests, - suddenly you can’t overcome the goose! She ate and ate, and the old man keeps looking and sees that the fox, having collected the bones and feathers, carried them under the stove, and she herself lay down again and fell asleep.
The fox slept even longer than before, - the owner began to wake her up:
- What, de, fox, slept, rested?
And the little fox only stretches and rubs her eyes.
- It's time for you, little fox, and it's an honor to know. It's time to get ready to go, - said the owner, opening the doors wide open for her.
And the fox answered him:
- It’s not enough to chill the hut, and I’ll go myself, but I’ll take my good in advance. Come on, my goose!
— What? the owner asked.
- Yes, that I gave you the evening for savings; did you take it from me?
“I did,” the owner replied.
- And he accepted, so give it, - the fox stuck.
- Your goose is not behind bars; come and see for yourself - only turkeys are sitting.
Hearing this sly Fox she crashed on the floor and, well, killed herself, well, lamented that for her de goose she would not even take a turkey!
The man realized the fox's tricks. “Wait,” he thinks, “you will remember the goose!”
“What to do,” he says. — Know, we must go with you to the world.
And he promised her a turkey for the goose. And instead of a turkey, he quietly put a dog in her bag. Lisonka did not guess, took the bag, said goodbye to the owner and went.
She walked and walked, and she wanted to sing a song about herself and about the bast shoes. So she sat down, put the sack on the ground, and just as she began to sing, suddenly the master's dog jumped out of the sack - and on her, and she away from the dog, and the dog behind her, not a single step behind her.
Here both ran together into the forest; fox on stumps and bushes, and the dog behind her.
To fox's happiness, a hole happened; the fox jumped into it, but the dog did not crawl into the hole and began to wait over it to see if the fox would come out ...
Alice, frightened, was breathing, could not catch her breath, but after she had rested, she began to talk to herself, began to ask herself:
- My ears, ears, what did you do?
- And we listened and listened so that the dog would not eat the fox.
“My eyes, my eyes, what were you doing?”
- And we looked and looked so that the dog would not eat the fox!
- My legs, legs, what did you do?
- And we ran and ran so that the dog would not catch the fox.
“Ponytail, ponytail, what were you doing?”
- And I did not give you a move, I clung to all the stumps and knots.
“Ah, so you didn’t let me run!” Wait, here I am! - said the fox and, sticking his tail out of the hole, shouted to the dog - Here, eat it!
The dog grabbed the fox by the tail and pulled it out of the hole.
Russian folk tale in the processing of M. Bulatov "The Little Fox and the Wolf"
The fox was running along the road. He sees - an old man is riding, carrying a whole sleigh of fish. The fox wanted a fish. So she ran ahead and stretched out in the middle of the road, as if lifeless.
An old man drove up to her, but she did not move; poked with a whip, but she did not stir. "Glorious will be the collar of the old woman's fur coat!" the old man thinks.
He took the fox, put it on the sled, and he went ahead. And that's all the fox needs. She looked around and let's slowly dump the fish from the sleigh. Everything about fish and fish. She threw out all the fish and left.
The old man came home and said:
- Well, old woman, what a collar I brought you!
- Where is he?
- There, on the sleigh, and the fish, and the collar. Go get it!
The old woman came up to the sleigh, looked - no collar, no fish.
She returned to the hut and said:
- On the sleigh, grandfather, there is nothing but matting!
Then the old man guessed that the fox was not dead. I grieved, I grieved, but there was nothing to do.
And the fox, meanwhile, gathered all the fish in a pile on the road, sat down and eats.
A wolf approaches her:
- Hello, fox!
- Hello, wolf!
- Give me the fish!
The fox tore off the head of the fish and threw it to the wolf.
- Oh, fox, good! Give more!
The fox tossed him a ponytail.
- Oh, fox, good! Give more!
- Look what you are! Catch yourself and eat.
- Yes, I can not!
— What are you! After all, I got it. Go to the river, dip your tail into the hole, sit and say: “Catch, catch, fish, big and small! Catch, catch, fish, big and small! Here is the fish itself on the tail and clings. Sit a little longer - you'll catch more!
The wolf ran to the river, lowered his tail into the hole, sits and says:
And the fox came running, walking around the wolf and saying:
Freeze, freeze, wolf tail!
The wolf will say:
- Catch, catch, fish, big and small!
And the fox:
- Freeze, freeze, wolf tail!
Wolf again:
- Catch, catch, fish, big and small!
- Freeze, freeze, wolf tail!
What are you talking about, fox? the wolf asks.
- It's me, wolf, I'm helping you: I drive the fish to the tail!
- Thank you, fox!
- Not at all, wolf!
And the cold is getting stronger and stronger. Wolf tail and froze tightly.
Lisa screams:
- Well, pull now!
The wolf pulled its tail, but it was not there! “That’s how many fish have fallen, and you won’t pull it out!” he thinks. The wolf looked around, wanted to call the fox for help, and she had already caught a trace - she ran away. The whole night the wolf fussed around the ice-hole - he could not pull his tail out.
At dawn, the women went to the hole for water. They saw a wolf and shouted:
- Wolf, wolf! Beat him! Beat him!
They ran up and began to beat the wolf: some with a yoke, some with a bucket. Wolf there, wolf here. He jumped, jumped, rushed, tore off his tail and set off without looking back. “Wait,” he thinks, “I’ll repay you, little fox!”
And the fox ate all the fish and wanted to get something else. She climbed into the hut, where the hostess put the pancakes, and hit her head in the sauerkraut. It covered her eyes and ears with dough. The fox got out of the hut - but quickly into the forest ...
She runs, and a wolf meets her.
- So, - shouts, - you taught me how to fish in the hole? They beat me, stabbed me, tore off my tail!
- Oh, wolf, wolf! - says the fox. “Your tail was torn off, but my whole head was smashed.” You see: the brains came out. I'm running hard!
“And that’s true,” says the wolf. - Where are you, fox, go! Get on me, I'll take you.
The fox sat on the back of the wolf, and he took her.
Here is a fox riding a wolf and slowly humming:
- The beaten unbeaten is lucky! The beaten unbeaten is lucky!
“What are you talking about, fox?” the wolf asks.
- I, a top, say: "The beaten one is lucky."
- Yes, fox, yes!
The wolf drove the fox to its hole, she jumped off, darted into the hole and let's laugh at the wolf, laugh: - The wolf has no mind, no sense!
Russian folk tale in the processing of O. Kapitsa "The Cockerel and the Bean Seed"
There lived a cockerel and a hen. The cockerel was in a hurry, everything was in a hurry, and the hen, you know, says to yourself: - Petya, do not hurry, Petya, do not hurry.
Once a cockerel was pecking at bean seeds and in a hurry and choked. He choked, did not breathe, did not hear, as if the dead were lying.
The chicken was frightened, rushed to the hostess, shouting:
- Oh, hostess, give butter as soon as possible, grease the cockerel's neck: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
- Run quickly to the cow, ask her for milk, and I'll already beat the butter.
The chicken rushed to the cow:
- Cow, dove, give milk as soon as possible, the hostess will knock butter out of milk, I will grease the neck of the cockerel with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
- Go quickly to the owner, let him bring me fresh grass.
The chicken runs to the owner:
- Master! Master! Give the cow fresh grass soon, the cow will give milk, the hostess will knock butter out of the milk, I will grease the cockerel's neck with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
“Run to the blacksmith for a scythe,” says the owner.
The hen rushed with all its might to the blacksmith:
- Blacksmith, blacksmith, give the owner a good scythe as soon as possible. The owner will give grass to the cow, the cow will give milk, the hostess will give me butter, I will grease the neck of the cockerel: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
The blacksmith gave the owner a new scythe, the owner gave the cow fresh grass, the cow gave milk, the hostess churned butter, gave butter to the hen.
The chicken smeared the neck of the cockerel. bean seed and skipped. The cockerel jumped up and shouted at the top of his lungs: “Ku-ka-re-ku!”
Russian folk tale in the processing of V. Dahl "The Choker"
There lived a husband and a wife. They had only two children - a daughter, Malashechka, and a son, Ivashechka. The little girl was a dozen or more years old, and Ivashechka only went third.
Father and mother doted on children and spoiled them so much! If daughters need to be punished, they do not order, but ask. And then they start to please:
“We’ll give you that one and we’ll get another!”
And as Malashechka became picky, there was no such tea, not only in the countryside, but in the city! You give her a loaf of bread, not just wheat, but rich, - Malashechka doesn’t even want to look at rye!
And mother will bake a berry pie, so Malashechka says:
- Kisel, give honey!
There is nothing to do, the mother will scoop up a spoonful of honey and the whole piece will go down on her daughter's piece. She herself and her husband eat a pie without honey: although they were well off, they themselves could not eat so sweetly.
That time they needed to go to the city, they began to appease Malashka so that she would not be naughty, she looked after her brother, and most of all, so that she would not let him out of the hut.
“And we’ll buy you gingerbread for this, and red-hot nuts, and a handkerchief for your head, and a sarafan with puffy buttons.” It was my mother who spoke, and my father agreed.
The daughter, however, let their speech in one ear, and let it out in the other.
So my father and mother left. Her friends came to her and began to call to sit on the grass-ant. The girl remembered the parental order, but she thought: “It’s not a big trouble if we go out into the street!” And their hut was extreme to the forest.
Her friends lured her into the forest with a child - she sat down and began to weave wreaths for her brother. Her friends beckoned her to play kites, she went for a minute, and played for an hour.
She returned to her brother. Oh, there is no brother, and the place where he was sitting has cooled down, only the grass is dented.
What to do? She rushed to her friends - she did not know, the other did not see. Little Girl howled, ran wherever her eyes looked for her brother: she ran, she ran, she ran, she ran into the field to the stove.
- Oven, oven! Have you seen my brother Ivashechka?
And the stove says to her:
- Picky girl, eat my rye bread, eat, so I say!
“Here, I’ll eat rye bread!” I’m at my mother’s and my father’s, and I don’t even look at wheat!
- Hey, Little Girl, eat bread, and pies are ahead! the oven told her.
"Didn't you see where brother Ivashechka had gone?"
And the apple tree in response:
- Picky girl, eat my wild, sour apple - maybe, then I'll tell you!
- Here, I'll eat sour! My father and mother have a lot of garden ones - and then I eat according to my choice!
The apple tree shook its curly top at her and said:
- They gave the hungry Malanya pancakes, and she says: “Baked wrong!”.
- River-river! Have you seen my brother Ivashechka?
And the river answered her:
“Come on, picky girl, eat in advance my oatmeal pudding with milk, then, perhaps, I’ll give you news about my brother.”
- I will eat your jelly with milk! My father and mother and cream are not a wonder!
“Oh,” the river threatened her, “do not hesitate to drink from a ladle!”
- Hedgehog, hedgehog, have you seen my brother?
And the hedgehog answered her:
- I saw, a girl, a flock of gray geese, they carried a small child in a red shirt into the forest on themselves.
“Ah, this is my brother Ivashechka! yelled the picky girl. - Hedgehog, my dear, tell me where they carried him?
So the hedgehog began to tell her: that Yaga-Baba lives in this dense forest, in a hut on chicken legs; she hired gray geese as servants, and whatever she orders them, the geese do.
And well, little hedgehog to ask, caress the hedgehog:
- Hedgehog you are my ruffled, hedgehog needle! Take me to the hut on chicken legs!
“All right,” he said, and led Malashka into the very bowl, and in the thicket of that all edible herbs grow: sorrel and hogweed, gray blackberries climb through the trees, intertwine, cling to bushes, large berries ripen in the sun.
"Here's to eat!" - thinks Little Girl, does she really care about food! She waved at the gray wickerwork and ran after the hedgehog. He led her to an old hut on chicken legs.
The little girl looked into the open door and saw that Baba Yaga was sleeping in the corner on the bench, and Ivashechka was sitting on the counter, playing with flowers.
She grabbed her brother in her arms and out of the hut!
And geese-mercenaries are sensitive. The watch goose stretched out its neck, bellowed, flapped its wings, flew up higher than the dense forest, looked around and saw that Tiny and her brother were running. Screamed, cackled grey goose, raised the whole flock of goose, and he flew to Baba Yaga to report. And Baba Yaga - the bone leg sleeps so much that steam pours from it, the windows tremble from snoring. Already the goose is screaming in one ear and in the other - she does not hear! The plucker got angry, plucked Yaga right in the nose. Baba Yaga jumped up, grabbed her nose, and the gray goose began to report to her:
- Baba Yaga - a bone leg! Something went wrong at our house, Ivashechka Malashechka is bringing home!
Here Baba Yaga diverged:
- Oh, you drones, parasites, from which I sing, feed you! Take it out and put it down, give me a brother and sister!
The geese flew in pursuit. They fly and call to each other. Malashechka heard the cry of a goose, ran up to the milky river, the jelly banks, bowed low to her and said:
- Mother River! Hide, bury me from the wild geese!
And the river answered her:
Picky girl, eat ahead of my oatmeal jelly with milk.
Tired of the hungry Malashechka, she eagerly ate the peasant's jelly, leaned against the river and drank to her heart's content milk. Here is the river and says to her:
- So you, fastidious, need to be taught by hunger! Well, now sit under the bank, I will close you.
The little girl sat down, the river covered her with green reeds; the geese swooped in, circled over the river, looked for their brother and sister, and with that they flew home.
Yaga got angry more than ever and drove them away again after the children. Here the geese fly in pursuit, fly and call to each other, and Malashechka, hearing them, ran faster than before. She ran up to a wild apple tree and asked her:
- Mother green apple tree! Bury me, hide me from inevitable misfortune, from evil geese!
And the apple tree answered her:
- And eat my native sour apple, so, perhaps, I will hide you!
There was nothing to do, the fastidious girl began to eat a wild apple, and the wild apple seemed to the hungry Malasha sweeter than a bulk garden apple.
And the curly apple tree stands and chuckles:
- That's how you freaks need to be taught! Just now I didn’t want to take it in my mouth, and now eat over a handful!
She took an apple tree, hugged her brother and sister with branches and planted them in the middle, in the densest foliage.
Geese flew in, examined the apple tree - there was nobody! They flew back and forth, and with that to Baba Yaga and returned.
When she saw them empty, she screamed, stomped, yelled through the whole forest:
- Here I am, drones! Here I am, parasites! I'll pluck all the feathers, blow them into the wind, swallow them alive!
The geese were frightened, flew back for Ivashechka and Malashechka. They fly and plaintively with each other, the front with the back, they call to each other:
— Tu-ta, tu-ta? Tu-ta no-tu!
It got dark in the field, there was nothing to see, there was nowhere to hide, and the wild geese were getting closer and closer; and the picky girl's legs, arms are tired - she barely trudges.
Here she sees - in the field there is that oven that she regaled her with rye bread. She to the oven:
- Mother oven, hide me and my brother from Baba Yaga!
“That’s it, girl, you should obey your father-mother, don’t go to the forest, don’t take your brother, stay at home and eat what your father and mother eat!” And then “I don’t eat boiled, I don’t want baked, but I don’t need fried food!”
Here Malashechka began to beg the stove, to belittle: go ahead, I won’t do that!
- Well, I'll take a look. While you eat my rye bread!
With joy, Malashechka grabbed him and, well, eat and feed her brother!
- I have never seen such a loaf of bread - like a gingerbread-gingerbread!
And the stove, laughing, says:
- A hungry and rye bread goes for a gingerbread, but a well-fed and Vyazma gingerbread is not sweet! Well, now climb into the mouth - said the stove - and shield yourself with a barrier.
Here Malashka quickly sat down in the oven, closed herself behind a barrier, sits and listens to the geese flying closer and closer, plaintively asking each other:
— Tu-ta, tu-ta? Tu-ta no-tu!
Here they flew around the stove. He did not find Malashechka, they sank to the ground and began to talk among themselves: what should they do? You can’t turn back home: the hostess will eat them alive. You can’t stay here either: she tells them to shoot them all.
“Unless, brothers,” said the leading leader, “let’s return home, to warm lands, Baba Yaga has no access there!”
The geese agreed, took off from the ground and flew far, far away, beyond the blue seas.
Having rested, Malashechka grabbed her brother and ran home, and at home, father and mother went all over the village, asking everyone they met and cross about the children; no one knows anything, only the shepherd said that the guys were playing in the forest.
My father and mother wandered into the forest and nearby sat down on Malashechka with Ivashechka and stumbled.
Then Malashechka confessed everything to her father and mother, told about everything and promised to obey in advance, not to argue, not to be picky, but to eat what others eat.
As she said, so she did, and then the fairy tale ended.
Russian folk tale in the processing of M. Gorky "About Ivanushka the Fool"
Once upon a time there was Ivanushka the Fool, a handsome man, and whatever he does, everything turns out funny with him - not like with people. One peasant hired him as a worker, and he and his wife were going to the city; wife and says to Ivanushka:
- You stay with the children, look after them, feed them!
- With what? Ivanushka asks.
- Take water, flour, potatoes, crumble and cook - there will be stew!
The man orders:
- Guard the door so that the children do not run away into the forest!
The man left with his wife. Ivanushka climbed onto the bed, woke the children, dragged them to the floor, sat down behind them himself and said:
- Well, I'm looking for you!
The children sat for a while on the floor - they asked for food. Ivanushka dragged a tub of water into the hut, poured half a sack of flour into it, a measure of potatoes, blabbed everything with a yoke and thought aloud:
- And who needs to be crushed?
The children heard - they were frightened:
"He's probably going to crush us!"
And quietly ran out of the hut. Ivanushka looked after them, scratched his head, thinking:
How am I going to look after them now? Moreover, the door must be guarded so that she does not run away!
He looked into the tub and said:
- Cook, stew, and I'll go look after the children!
He took the door off its hinges, put it on his shoulders and went into the forest. Suddenly, the Bear steps towards him - he was surprised, growls:
- Hey, you, why are you carrying a tree to the forest?
Ivanushka told him what had happened to him. The bear sat on its hind legs and laughed:
- What a fool you are! So I'll eat you for this?
And Ivanushka says:
“You’d better eat the children, so that next time they obey their father-mother, they don’t run into the forest!”
The bear laughs even harder, and rolls on the ground with laughter.
"Have you ever seen such a stupid one?" Come on, I'll show you to my wife!
He took him to his lair. Ivanushka goes, touching the pines with the door.
- Yes, you throw it! Bear says.
- No, I'm true to my word: I promised to guard, so I'll guard!
They came to the lair. The bear says to his wife:
- Look, Masha, what a fool I brought you! Laughter!
And Ivanushka asks the Bear:
- Aunt, have you seen the children?
Mine are at home, sleeping.
- Well, show me, are they mine?
The bear showed him three cubs; He says:
— Not these, I had two.
Here the Bear sees that he is stupid, also laughs:
“But you had human children!”
- Well, yes, - said Ivanushka, - you can sort them out, little ones, what kind of whose!
- That's funny! - the Bear was surprised and says to her husband:
“Mikhail Potapych, we won’t eat him, let him live among our workers!”
- Okay, - the Bear agreed, - even though he is a man, he is painfully harmless! The Bear gave Ivanushka a basket, orders:
- Go ahead, pick some wild raspberries. The kids will wake up, I'll treat them to delicious treats!
- Okay, I can do it! Ivanushka said. - And you guard the door!
Ivanushka went to the forest raspberries, picked up a basket full of raspberries, ate his fill himself, goes back to the Bears and sings at the top of his lungs:
Oh how embarrassing
Ladybugs!
Is it the case - ants
Or lizards!
Came to the lair, shouting:
- Here it is, raspberry!
The cubs ran up to the basket, growling, pushing each other, somersaulting - they are very happy!
And Ivanushka, looking at them, says:
- Eh-ma, it's a pity that I'm not a bear, otherwise I would have children!
The bear and his wife are laughing.
— Oh, my fathers! - Bear growls. - Yes, you can’t live with him - you will die of laughter!
- That's what, - says Ivanushka, - you guard the door here, and I'll go look for the kids, otherwise the owner will ask me!
And the Bear asks her husband:
- Misha, you could help him.
“We need to help,” agreed the Bear, “he’s very funny!”
The Bear went with Ivanushka along the forest paths, they go - they talk in a friendly way.
- Well, you are stupid! Bear is surprised. And Ivanushka asks him:
- Are you smart?
- Don't know.
“And I don't know. You're evil?
- No, why?
- And in my opinion - who is angry, he is stupid. I'm not evil either. So, both of us will not be fools!
- Look how you brought it out! Bear was surprised. Suddenly - they see: two children are sitting under a bush, they fell asleep. Bear asks:
- These are yours, right?
“I don’t know,” Ivanushka says, “I have to ask. Mine wanted to eat. They woke up the children and asked:
- Do you want to eat? They scream:
We have been wanting for a long time!
- Well, - said Ivanushka, - so these are mine! Now I will lead them to the village, and you, uncle, please bring the door, otherwise I myself have no time, I still need to cook stew!
— It's okay! - said the Bear - I'll bring it!
Ivanushka walks behind the children, looks at the ground behind them, as he was ordered, and sings himself:
Ah, so miracles!
Beetles catch a rabbit
A fox sits under a bush
Very surprised!
He came to the hut, and already the owners returned from the city. They see: in the middle of the hut there is a tub, filled to the top with water, sprinkled with potatoes and flour, there are no children, the door is also gone - they sat on a bench and weep bitterly.
- What are you crying about? Ivanushka asked them.
Then they saw the children, they were delighted, they hugged them, and they asked Ivanushka, pointing to his cooking in a tub:
- What are you doing?
- Chowder!
— Is it really necessary?
- How do I know how?
- Where did the door go?
- Now they will bring it, - here it is!
The owners looked out the window, and the Bear was walking along the street, dragging the door, people were running from him in all directions, climbing on the roofs, on the trees; the dogs were frightened - stuck with fear in the wattle fences, under the gates; only one red rooster stands bravely in the middle of the street and shouts at the Bear:
- Throw in the river-y! ..
Russian folk tale in the processing of A. Tolstoy "Sister Alyonushka and brother Ivanushka"
Once upon a time there was an old man and an old woman, they had a daughter, Alyonushka, and a son, Ivanushka.
The old man and the old woman died. Alyonushka and Ivanushka were left alone.
Alyonushka went to work and took her brother with her. They go along a long way, across a wide field, and Ivanushka wants to drink.
- Sister Alyonushka, I'm thirsty!
- Wait, brother, we will reach the well.
We walked and walked - the sun is high, the well is far away, the heat is pestering, the sweat comes out.
There is a cow's hoof full of water.
- Sister Alyonushka, I'll take a sip from a hoof!
“Don’t drink, brother, you will become a calf!” The brother obeyed and moved on.
The sun is high, the well is far away, the heat is pestering, sweat comes out. There is a horse's hoof full of water.
- Sister Alyonushka, I'll get drunk from a hoof!
“Don’t drink, brother, you will become a foal!” Ivanushka sighed and went on again.
The sun is high, the well is far away, the heat is pestering, sweat comes out. There is a goat's hoof full of water. Ivanushka says:
- Sister Alyonushka, there is no urine: I will get drunk from a hoof!
“Don’t drink, brother, you’ll become a goat!”
Ivanushka did not obey and got drunk from a goat's hoof.
Got drunk and became a goat...
Alyonushka calls her brother, and instead of Ivanushka, a little white kid runs after her.
Alyonushka burst into tears, sat down under the stack - crying, and the little goat jumped next to her.
At that time, a merchant was driving by:
“What are you crying about, little girl?”
Alyonushka told him about her misfortune
The merchant says to her:
- Marry me. I will dress you in gold and silver, and the kid will live with us.
Alyonushka thought and thought and married the merchant.
They began to live, live, and the kid lives with them, eats and drinks with Alyonushka from one cup.
Once the merchant was not at home. Out of nowhere, a witch comes: she stood under Alyonushkino's window and so affectionately began to call her to swim in the river.
The witch brought Alyonushka to the river. She rushed at her, tied a stone around Alyonushka's neck and threw it into the water.
And she herself turned into Alyonushka, dressed up in her dress and came to her mansions. Nobody recognized the witch. The merchant returned - and he did not recognize.
One kid knew everything. He hung his head, does not drink, does not eat. In the morning and in the evening he walks along the bank near the water and calls:
Alyonushka, my sister!
Swim out, swim out to the shore...
The witch found out about this and began to ask her husband - slaughter and slaughter the kid ...
The merchant felt sorry for the kid, he got used to him. And the witch pesters like that, begs like that - there is nothing to do, the merchant agreed:
- Well, kill him...
The witch ordered to build high fires, heat cast-iron boilers, sharpen damask knives.
The little kid found out that he did not have long to live, and said to the named father:
- Before death, let me go to the river, drink some water, rinse the intestines.
- Well, go.
The kid ran to the river, stood on the shore and cried plaintively:
Alyonushka, my sister!
Swim, swim to the shore.
Bonfires are burning high
Boilers boil cast iron,
Knives sharpen damask,
They want to kill me!
Alyonushka from the river answers him:
Ah, my brother Ivanushka!
A heavy stone pulls to the bottom,
Silk grass tangled my legs,
Yellow sands lay on the chest.
And the witch is looking for a goat, can not find it and sends a servant: - Go find a goat, bring him to me. The servant went to the river and sees: a little goat runs along the shore and plaintively calls:
Alyonushka, my sister!
Swim, swim to the shore.
Bonfires are burning high
Boilers boil cast iron,
Knives sharpen damask,
They want to kill me!
And from the river they answer him:
Ah, my brother Ivanushka!
A heavy stone pulls to the bottom,
Silk grass tangled my legs,
Yellow sands lay on the chest.
The servant ran home and told the merchant about what he had heard on the river. They gathered the people, went to the river, threw down silk nets and pulled Alyonushka ashore. They removed the stone from her neck, dipped her in spring water, dressed her in a smart dress. Alyonushka came to life and became more beautiful than she was.
And the kid, for joy, threw himself three times over his head and turned into a boy, Ivanushka.
The witch was tied to a horse's tail and let into an open field.
Fairy tales that teach good ...
These good tales for the night with a happy and instructive ending, they will delight your child before going to bed, calm them down, teach goodness and friendship.
2. The tale of how Fedya saved the forest from the evil sorcerer
The boy Fedya Yegorov came to the village to rest in the summer with his grandparents. This village was right next to the forest. Fedya decided to go to the forest for berries and mushrooms, but his grandparents did not let him in. They said that the real Baba Yaga lives in their forest, and for more than two hundred years no one has been going to this forest.
Fedya did not believe that Baba Yaga lived in the forest, but he obeyed his grandparents and did not go into the forest, but went to the river to fish. The cat Vaska followed Fedya. The fish were biting well. Three ruffs were already swimming in Fedya's jar when the cat knocked it over and ate the fish. Fedya saw this, got upset and decided to postpone fishing until tomorrow. Fedya returned home. Grandma and Grandpa were not at home. Fedya removed the fishing rod, put on a shirt with long sleeves and, taking a basket, went to the neighboring guys to call them into the forest.
Fedya believed that grandparents had composed about Baba Yaga, that they simply did not want him to go into the forest, because it is always very easy to get lost in the forest. But Fedya was not afraid to get lost in the forest, because he wanted to go into the forest with friends who have been living here for a long time, which means they know the forest well.
To Fedya's great surprise, all the guys refused to go with him and they began to dissuade him. …
3. Promiseikin
Once upon a time there was a boy Fedya Yegorov. Fedya did not always keep his promises. Sometimes, having promised his parents to clean up his toys, he got carried away, forgot and left them scattered.
Once Fedya's parents left him alone at home and asked him not to lean out of the window. Fedya promised them that he would not stick out of the window, but would draw. He got everything he needed for drawing, settled down in a large room at the table and began to draw.
But as soon as dad and mom left the house, Fedya was immediately drawn to the window. Fedya thought: “So what if I promised not to look out, I’ll quickly look out, see what the guys are doing in the yard, and dad and mom won’t even know that I was looking out.”
Fedya put a chair up to the window, climbed onto the sill, lowered the handle on the frame, and before he even had time to pull the window sash, it flew open on its own. By some miracle, just like in a fairy tale, a flying carpet appeared in front of the window, and on it sat an unfamiliar grandfather. Grandpa smiled and said:
- Hello, Fedya! Do you want me to roll you on my carpet? …
4. Tale about food
The boy Fedya Yegorov became stubborn at the table:
I don’t want to eat soup and I won’t have porridge. I don't like bread!
Soup, porridge and bread took offense at him, disappeared from the table and ended up in the forest. And at this time, an evil hungry wolf roamed the forest and said:
I love soup, porridge and bread! Oh how I wish I could eat them!
The food heard this and flew straight into the wolf's mouth. The wolf has eaten, sits contentedly, licks its lips. And Fedya, without having eaten, left the table. For dinner, my mother served potato pancakes with jelly, and Fedya again became stubborn:
- Mom, I don’t want pancakes, I want pancakes with sour cream!
5. The Tale of the Nervous Pike or the Magic Book of Yegor Kuzmich
There lived two brothers - Fedya and Vasya Egorov. They constantly started fights, quarrels, shared something among themselves, quarreled, argued over trifles, and at the same time, the youngest of the brothers, Vasya, always squeaked. Sometimes the eldest of the brothers, Fedya, also squeaked. The squeak of the children was very annoying and distressed to the parents, and especially to the mother. And people often get sick from grief.
So the mother of these boys fell ill, so much so that she stopped getting up even for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
The doctor who came to treat my mother gave her medication and said that my mother needed peace and quiet. Dad, leaving for work, asked the children not to make noise. He gave them a book and said:
The book is interesting, read it. I think you will like it.
6. Fairy tale about Fedina toys
Once upon a time there was a boy Fedya Yegorov. Like all children, he had a lot of toys. Fedya loved his toys, played with them with pleasure, but there was one problem - he did not like to clean them up after himself. He will play and quit where he played. Toys lay in disarray on the floor and got in the way, everyone stammered over them, even Fedya himself threw them away.
And then one day the toys got tired of it.
- We need to run away from Fedya before we are completely broken. We must go to the good guys who take care of their toys and put them away,” said the plastic soldier.
…
7. An instructive tale for boys and girls: Devil's tail
Lived-was the Devil. That Devil had a magical tail. With the help of his tail, the Devil could find himself anywhere, but, most importantly, the Devil's tail could fulfill whatever he wanted, for this he had only to think of a wish and wave his tail. This devil was very evil and very harmful.
He used the magical power of his tail for harmful deeds. He arranged accidents on the roads, drowned people in the rivers, broke the ice under the fishermen, set fires and did many other atrocities. Once the Devil got tired of living alone in his underground kingdom.
He built himself a kingdom on earth, surrounded it with dense forests and swamps so that no one could approach him, and began to think about who else to populate his kingdom. The Devil thought and thought and came up with the idea of populating his kingdom with assistants who would commit harmful atrocities on his orders.
The Devil decided to take naughty children as his assistants. …
Also on topic:
Poem: “Fedya is a nice little boy”
Cheerful boy Fedya
Riding a bike,
Fedya is walking along the path,
Stepping back a little to the left.
At this time on the track
Murka jumped out - a cat.
Fedya suddenly slowed down,
Missed the cat-Murka.
Fedya goes on smartly,
A friend shouts to him: “Wait a minute!
Let me ride a little.
It's a friend, not anyone
Fedya gave: - Take it, my friend,
Ride one circle.
He himself sat down on the bench,
He sees: a tap, and next to a watering can,
And flowers are waiting in the flowerbed -
Who would give a sip of water.
Fedya, jumping off the bench,
All flowers were poured from a watering can
And he poured water for the geese,
So that they can get drunk.
- Our Fedya is so good,
- the cat Prosha suddenly noticed,
- Yes, he is good for us as friends,
- said the goose, drinking some water.
- Woof woof woof! Polkan said
- Fedya is a nice little boy!
“Fedya is a bully boy”
Cheerful boy Fedya
Riding a bike
No straight road
Fedya is going - a mischievous one.
Driving straight across the lawn
Here I ran into peonies,
Broke three stems
And scared away three moths,
He crushed more daisies,
Hooked on a bush shirt,
On the move crashed into a bench,
Kicked and knocked over the watering can,
Soaked sandals in a puddle,
He took the pedals with mud.
“Ha-ha-ha,” said the gander,
Well, what a weirdo he is
Gotta ride on the track!
- Yes, - said the kitten Proshka,
- there is no road at all!
The cat said: - It hurts a lot!
- Woof-woof-woof, - said Polkan,
This boy is a bully!
Supervisor: Dvoretskaya Tatyana Nikolaevna
Description: Author's fairy tale for young listeners from 5 to 7 years old.
Target: developing positive relationships with peers.
Tasks:
1. Develop the skills of a friendly relationship between children.
2. To form communication skills of communication with peers.
3. Develop creative abilities.
Fairy tale: Magic office.
Once upon a time there was a boy Seryozha. He was 8 years old. He went to school in 1st grade.
Serezha misbehaved at school. He abused other children.
The guys said, Serezha, that it was impossible to do this. And Serezha did not listen to anyone.
The boy was lazy to study, and teased the guys every day. He had no friends, because no one wanted to be friends with a fighter.
Once Seryozha was collecting his portfolio for a long time after school. All students have already gone home. Seryozha was left alone at school. He went out into the corridor.
There was no one in the corridor. Music teacher Vasily Petrovich came out to meet him.
The teacher asked the boy: What are you doing here Seryozha?
- I'm going home! the boy replied.
- Seryozha, it's good that you met me! the teacher said.
I know that you behave badly and hurt children.
- No, I do not offend - answered Seryozha.
- You're lying to me? Vasily Petrovich said sternly.
- For this Seryozha, I will send you to a magical office.
Vasily Petrovich went up to the music room and opened the door.
Serezha found himself in a magical class. He saw a strange creature in front of him. It was slightly shorter than the boy. He had big ears, like Cheburashka. He had 3 eyes. And instead of legs, he had chicken paws. In his hands he held a beautiful glass ball. A glow emanated from this ball in all directions. A bright light hit Serezha in the eyes, and the boy found himself in the past.
A little boy Seryozha is standing next to his mother near the kindergarten. He trembles with fear.
- Mom, I'm afraid. I don't want to go there, says the kid.
- Serezha, don't be afraid! Go to kindergarten.
- Nobody will hurt you there.
“The guys will be friends with you and play with you,” mom said affectionately.
Seryozha cautiously entered the group and saw many small children. The guys surrounded him.
The teacher asks: Hello! Are you the new boy?
Serezha is silent.
The guys began to get acquainted with him and give their names. Serezha calmed down, smiled and said his name.
When the boy remembered his childhood, he returned to the magic office. Music teacher Vasily Petrovich was waiting for him there. Serezha told the teacher about his journey into the past.
He also told that when he was little, no one offended or teased him in kindergarten.
The boy was ashamed of his behavior.
Vasily Petrovich smiled and disappeared.
And Serezha woke up at home in his bed. The boy thought he had a wonderful dream.
- Seryozha, get ready for school! Mom said.
The boy got ready and went to school.
From that day on, the boy Seryozha began to behave well. He became friends with all the guys. And never offended anyone.
And at breaks, when Seryozha met the music teacher Vasily Petrovich, he slyly winked at him with his left eye.
The story is over. We're sorry...
Moral in conclusion:
Don't fight, don't tease.
You smile at each other.
Here is the end of the story!
And who listened - well done!
A selection of fairy tales for children of senior preschool age
Alexander Pushkin
Near the seaside there is a green oak;
Golden chain on an oak tree:
And day and night the cat is a scientist
Everything goes round and round in a chain;
Goes to the right - the song starts,
To the left - tells fairy tales.
There are miracles: the goblin roams there,
The mermaid sits on the branches;
There on unknown paths
Traces of unseen beasts;
Hut there on chicken legs
Stands without windows, without doors;
There the forest and valleys of visions are full;
There, at dawn, waves will come
On the sandy and empty shore,
And thirty beautiful knights
A series of clear waters emerge,
And with them their uncle is sea;
There is a queen in passing
Captivates the formidable king;
There in the clouds before the people
Through the forests, through the seas
The sorcerer carries the hero;
In the dungeon there is a girl grieving,
And the gray wolf faithfully serves her;
There is a stupa with Baba Yaga
It goes, wanders by itself;
There, King Koschei languishes over gold;
There is a Russian spirit ... there it smells of Russia!
And I was there, and I drank honey;
I saw a green oak by the sea;
Sitting under it, and the cat is a scientist
He told me his stories...
hare-bounce
There lived a hare in the forest. In the summer it was good for him, and in the winter it was bad - he had to go to the peasants at the threshing floor (threshing floor - a place where grain is threshed) to steal oats.
He comes to one peasant at the threshing floor, and then there is a herd of hares. So he began to brag about them:
“I don’t have a mustache, but a mustache, not paws, but paws, not teeth, but teeth - I’m not afraid of anyone.
The hares told their aunt crow about this braggart. The crow's aunt went to look for boast and found it under a snag.
The hare was scared
“Crow’s aunt, I won’t brag anymore!”
How did you brag?
- I don’t have a mustache, but mustache, not paws, but paws, not teeth, but teeth.
Here she patted him a little:
- Don't brag!
Once a crow was sitting on the fence, the dogs picked it up and let's crush it, and the hare saw this and thinks: “How can I help the crow?”
He ran up the hill and sat down. The dogs saw the hare, threw the crow - and after him, and the crow again on the fence. And the hare left the dogs.
A little later, the crow again met this hare and said to him:
- Here you are well done: not boasting, but a brave man!
Princess Frog
In the old days, one king had three sons. When the sons grew old, the king gathered them and said:
“My dear sons, while I am still not old, I would like to marry you, look at your children, at my grandchildren.
Sons answer their father:
- So, father, bless. Who would you like us to marry?
- Here's what, sons, take an arrow, go out into the open field and shoot: where the arrows fall, there is your fate.
The sons bowed to their father, took an arrow, went out into the open field, pulled their bows and fired.
At the eldest son, the arrow fell on the boyar court, the boyar daughter raised the arrow. An arrow fell on the wide merchant's yard of the middle son, and the merchant's daughter picked it up.
And at the youngest son, Ivan Tsarevich, the arrow rose and flew away, he does not know where. So he walked, walked, reached the swamp, he sees - a frog is sitting, picked up his arrow. Ivan Tsarevich says to her:
- Frog, frog, give me my arrow.
And the frog answers him:
- Marry me!
- What are you, how can I take a frog as my wife?
- Take it, you know, this is your fate.
Tsarevich Ivan twirled. There is nothing to do, I took a frog, brought it home.
The tsar played three weddings: he married the eldest son to a boyar's daughter, the middle one to a merchant's, and the unfortunate Ivan Tsarevich to a frog.
So the king called his sons:
“I want to see which of your wives is the best needlewoman. Let them sew me a shirt by tomorrow.
The sons bowed to their father and left.
Ivan Tsarevich comes home, sits down and hangs his head. The frog jumps on the floor, asks him:
- What, Ivan Tsarevich, hung his head? Or grief?
- Father ordered you to sew a shirt for him by tomorrow.
The frog replies:
- Do not worry, Ivan Tsarevich, go to bed better, the morning is wiser than the evening.
Ivan Tsarevich went to bed, and the frog jumped onto the porch, threw off the frog skin and turned into Vasilisa the Wise, such a beauty that you can’t tell in a fairy tale.
Vasilisa the Wise clapped her hands and shouted:
- Moms, nannies, get ready, get ready! Sew me by the morning such a shirt as I saw at my dear father.
Ivan Tsarevich woke up in the morning, the frog was jumping again on the floor, and the shirt was lying on the table, wrapped in a towel. Ivan Tsarevich was delighted, took the shirt and carried it to his father.
The king at that time accepted gifts from his big sons. The eldest son unfolded the shirt, the king accepted it and said:
- Wear this shirt in a black hut.
The middle son unfolded his shirt, the king said:
- Only go to the bath in it.
Ivan Tsarevich unfolded a shirt adorned with gold and silver, cunning patterns. The king just looked
- Well, this is a shirt - to wear it on a holiday.
The brothers went home - those two - and they judge among themselves:
- No, apparently, we were in vain laughing at the wife of Ivan Tsarevich: she is not a frog, but some kind of cunning (cunning - a sorceress).
The king called his sons again:
“Let your wives bake bread for me by tomorrow.” I want to know which cooks better.
Ivan Tsarevich hung his head, came home. The frog asks him:
- What's twisted?
He answers:
“We must bake bread for the king by tomorrow.”
- Do not grieve, Ivan Tsarevich, better go to bed, morning is wiser than evening.
And those daughters-in-law at first laughed at the frog, and now they sent one old backyard grandmother to see how the frog would bake bread.
The frog is cunning, she realized it. She kneaded the sourdough, broke the stove from above and right there, into the hole, the whole sourdough and overturned it. The backyard grandmother ran to the royal daughters-in-law, told everything, and they began to do the same.
And the frog jumped onto the porch, turned into Vasilisa the Wise, clapped her hands:
- Moms, nannies, get ready, get ready! Bake me soft white bread in the morning, which I ate at my dear father.
Ivan Tsarevich woke up in the morning, and already on the table lies bread, decorated with various tricks: printed patterns on the sides, cities with outposts on top.
Ivan Tsarevich was delighted, wrapped the bread in a fly (towel), carried it to his father. And the king at that time accepted bread from his big sons. Their wives put the dough into the oven, as the backyard grandmother told them, and all they got out was burnt mud.
The king accepted the bread from his eldest son, looked at it and sent it to the servants' room. Received from the middle son and sent it there. And as Ivan Tsarevich filed, the tsar said:
- This is bread, only eat it on a holiday.
And the king ordered his three sons to come to him tomorrow for a feast together with their wives.
Again Tsarevich Ivan returned home unhappy, hung his head below his shoulders. The frog jumps on the floor:
- Kva, kva, Ivan Tsarevich, why are you twisting? Or did you hear an unfriendly word from the priest?
- Frog, frog, how can I not grieve? Father ordered me to come with you to the feast, but how can I show you to people?
The frog replies:
- Do not grieve, Ivan Tsarevich, go to the feast alone, and I will follow you. When you hear a knock and thunder, do not be afraid. They will ask you, say: “This is my frog in a box.”
Ivan Tsarevich went alone.
Here the older brothers arrived with their wives, dressed up, undressed, rouged, frowning. They stand and laugh at Ivan Tsarevich:
- Why did you come without a wife? At least bring it in a handkerchief. Where did you find such a beauty? Tea, all the swamps came out.
The king with his sons, with his daughters-in-law, with the guests sat down at the oak tables, at the tablecloths - to feast. Suddenly there was a knock and thunder, the whole palace shook. The guests were frightened, jumped up from their seats, and Ivan Tsarevich said:
- Do not be afraid, honest guests: this is my little frog in a box.
A gilded carriage with six white horses flew up to the royal porch, and Vasilisa the Wise came out of there: frequent stars on an azure dress, a clear moon on her head, such a beauty - neither think nor guess, only tell in a fairy tale. She takes Ivan Tsarevich by the hand and leads him to the oak tables, to the linen tablecloths.
The guests began to eat, drink, and have fun. Vasilisa the Wise drank from the glass and poured out the last of her left sleeve. She took a bite of a swan and threw the bones behind her right sleeve.
The wives of the greater princes saw her tricks and let's do the same.
We drank, we ate, it was time to dance. Vasilisa the Wise picked up Ivan Tsarevich and went. Already she danced and danced, twirled and twirled - to everyone's wonder. She waved her left sleeve - suddenly there was a lake, she waved her right sleeve - white swans swam across the lake. The king and guests were amazed.
And the older daughters-in-law went to dance: they waved their sleeves - only they splashed the guests, they waved to others - only the bones scattered, one bone hit the king in the eye. The king became angry and sent both daughters-in-law away.
At that time, Ivan Tsarevich left quietly, ran home, found frog skin there and threw it into the oven, burned it on fire.
Vasilisa the Wise returns home, missing - there is no frog skin. She sat down on a bench, became sad, depressed, and said to Ivan Tsarevich:
“Ah, Ivan Tsarevich, what have you done!” If you had only waited three more days, I would have been yours forever. Now goodbye. Look for me beyond distant lands, in the distant kingdom, at Koshchei the Deathless...
Vasilisa the Wise turned into a gray cuckoo and flew out the window. Ivan Tsarevich wept and wept, bowed to four sides and went wherever his eyes looked - to look for his wife, Vasilisa the Wise. Whether he walked close, whether far, whether for a long time, whether it was short, he carried his boots, he wore out his caftan, the rain dried up his cap.
An old man comes across him:
— Hello, good fellow! What are you looking for, where are you going?
Ivan Tsarevich told him about his misfortune. The old man says to him:
“Oh, Ivan Tsarevich, why did you burn the frog’s skin?” You didn't put it on, you didn't have to take it off. Vasilisa the Wise was born more cunning, wiser than her father. He got angry at her for that and ordered her to be a frog for three years. Well, there’s nothing to do, here’s a ball for you: wherever it rolls, go there and boldly follow it.
Ivan Tsarevich thanked the old man and went after the ball. The ball rolls, he follows him. In an open field he comes across a bear. Ivan Tsarevich set his sights, he wants to kill the beast. And the bear says to him in a human voice:
“Don’t hit me, Ivan Tsarevich, someday I’ll come in handy for you.”
Ivan Tsarevich took pity on the bear, did not shoot him, and went on. Look, a drake flies over him. He took aim, and the drake tells him in a human voice:
“Don’t hit me, Ivan Tsarevich, I’ll be useful to you.”
A slanting hare is running. Ivan Tsarevich again caught himself, he wants to shoot at him, and the hare says in a human voice:
- Do not kill me, Ivan Tsarevich, I will be useful to you.
“Ah, Ivan Tsarevich, have pity on me, throw me into the blue sea!”
- Hut, hut, stand in the old way, as mother put: back to the forest, front to me.
The hut turned its front to him, its back to the forest. Ivan Tsarevich went up into it and saw: on the stove, on the ninth brick, lies a Baba Yaga bone leg, her teeth are on a shelf, and her nose has grown into the ceiling.
- Why, good fellow, came to me? the Baba Yaga tells him.
Ivan Tsarevich answers her:
- Oh, you old grunt, you should have given me a drink, fed me, boiled me in a bathhouse, then you would have asked.
Baba Yaga evaporated him in the bath, gave him drink, fed him, put him to bed, and Ivan Tsarevich told her that he was looking for his wife, Vasilisa the Wise.
“I know, I know,” he says. baba yaga- your wife is now with Koshchei the Deathless. It will be difficult to get it, it is not easy to deal with Koshchei: his death is at the end of the needle, that needle is in the egg, the egg is in the duck, the duck is in the hare, that hare is sitting in a stone chest, and the chest is on a tall oak, and that oak of Koschei the Immortal, like save your eye.
Ivan Tsarevich spent the night with the Baba Yaga, and in the morning she showed him where the tall oak tree grows.
How long, how short, did Ivan Tsarevich get there, he sees - he is standing, a tall oak is rustling, there is a stone chest on it, but it is difficult to get it.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bear came running and uprooted the oak. The chest fell and broke. A hare jumped out of the chest - and ran at full speed. And another hare is chasing him, overtook him and tore him to shreds. And a duck flew out of the hare, rose high, under the very sky. Look, a drake rushed at her, as soon as it hit her - the duck dropped the egg, the egg fell into the blue sea ...
Here Ivan Tsarevich burst into bitter tears - where can you find an egg in the sea! Suddenly a pike swims up to the shore and holds an egg in its teeth. Ivan Tsarevich broke an egg, took out a needle and let's break the end of it. He breaks, and Koschey the Deathless beats, rushes about. No matter how much Koshchei fought and rushed about, Ivan Tsarevich broke the end of the needle, Koshchei had to die.
Ivan Tsarevich went to the white-stone Koshcheev chambers. Vasilisa the Wise ran out to him and kissed him on the sugary lips. Ivan Tsarevich and Vasilisa the Wise returned home and lived happily ever after until old age.
Khavroshechka
There are good people in the world, there are worse, there are those who are not ashamed of their brother.
Tiny-Khavroshechka got to such and such. She was left an orphan, these people took her in, fed her and overworked her: she weaves, she spins, she cleans, she is responsible for everything.
And her mistress had three daughters. The eldest was called One-eye, the middle Two-eye, and the smaller Three-eye.
The daughters only knew that they were sitting at the gate, looking out into the street, and Tiny-Khavroshechka worked for them: she sewed them, spun and wove for them - and never heard a kind word.
It used to happen that Tiny-Khavroshechka would come out into the field, hug her pockmarked cow, lie on her neck and tell how hard it was for her to live and live.
- Mother cow! They beat me, they scold me, they don’t give me bread, they don’t tell me to cry. By tomorrow I was ordered to spin, weave, whitewash and roll five pounds into pipes.
And the cow answered her:
“Red girl, get into one ear of me, and get out into the other - everything will work out.”
And so it happened. Khavroshechka fits into one ear of the cow, crawls out of the other - everything is ready: it is woven, and whitewashed, and rolled into pipes.
She will take the canvases to the hostess. She will look, grunt, hide in a chest, and Tiny-Khavroshechka will ask even more work.
Khavroshechka will again come to the cow, hug her, stroke her, fit into one ear, crawl out into the other and take the prepared one and bring it to the hostess.
So the hostess called her daughter One-eye and said to her:
- My daughter is good, my daughter is handsome, go and see who helps the orphan: and weaves, and spins, and rolls into pipes?
One-eye went with Khavroshka to the forest, went with her to the field, but forgot her mother's order, baked herself in the sun, lay down on the grass. And Khavroshechka says:
- Sleep, peephole, sleep, peephole!
Eye at One-eye and fell asleep. While One-Eye was sleeping, the cow wove everything, and whitened it, and rolled it into pipes.
So the hostess did not find out anything and sent her second daughter - Two-Eyes:
- My daughter is good, my daughter is handsome, go and see who helps the orphan.
The two-eyed girl went with Khavroshka, forgot her mother's order, got baked in the sun, lay down on the grass. And Khavroshechka cradles:
- Sleep, peephole, sleep, other!
Two-eyed eyes and narrowed. Cow wove, whitened, rolled into the pipes, but Two-Eyes was still sleeping.
The old woman got angry and on the third day sent a third daughter - Triglazka, and asked the orphan even more work.
Tri-eye jumped, jumped, got tired in the sun and fell on the grass.
Khavroshechka sings:
- Sleep, peephole, sleep, other!
And I forgot about the third eye.
Two eyes of Triglazka fell asleep, and the third stares and sees everything: how Khavroshechka climbed into one ear of a cow, crawled out into the other and picked up the finished canvases.
Three-eyes returned home and told her mother everything.
The old woman was delighted, and the next day she came to her husband.
- Cut the pockmarked cow!
Old man and so and so:
“What are you, old woman, in your mind?” The cow is young, good!
- Cut, and only!
Nothing to do. The old man began to sharpen his knife.
Khavroshechka realized this, ran into the field, hugged the pockmarked cow and said:
- Mother cow! They want to cut you.
And the cow answers her:
“And you, red maiden, don’t eat my meat, but gather my bones, tie them in a handkerchief, bury them in the garden and never forget me: every morning water the bones with water.
The old man killed the cow. Khavroshechka did everything that the cow bequeathed to her: she was starving, she didn’t take her meat in her mouth, she buried her bones and watered her every day in the garden.
And an apple tree grew out of them, but what! - apples hang on it in liquid form, golden leaves rustle, silver twigs bend. Whoever rides past - stops, whoever passes close - looks in.
How much time has passed, you never know - One-eye, Two-eye, and Three-eye walked once in the garden. At that time, a strong man rode past - rich, curly-haired, young. I saw bulk apples in the garden, began to touch the girls:
“Beautiful girls, whichever one of you brings me an apple, she will marry me.”
Three sisters rushed one in front of the other to the apple tree.
And the apples hung low, under the arms, but here they rose high, far above their heads.
The sisters wanted to knock them down - the leaves of the eye fall asleep, they wanted to pick them off - the knots of the braids are untwisted. No matter how they fought, or rushed about, they tore their hands, but they could not get it.
Khavroshechka came up - the twigs bowed to her, and the apples fell to her. She treated him strong man and he married her. And she began to live in goodness, dashing not to know.
Sivka-burka
The old man had three sons: two smart, and the third - Ivan the Fool; day and night fool on the stove.
The old man sowed wheat, and rich wheat grew, but someone got into the habit of trampling and eating that wheat at night.
Here the old man says to the children:
- My dear children, guard the wheat every night, in turn: catch me a thief!
The first night arrives. The eldest son went to guard the wheat, but he wanted to sleep: he climbed into the hayloft and slept until morning. Comes home and says:
- I didn’t sleep all night, I was cold, but I didn’t see the thief.
On the second night, the middle son went and also slept all night in the hayloft.
On the third night, Ivan's turn comes to go. He took the lasso and went. He came to the boundary and sat on a stone: he sits, does not sleep, the thief is waiting. At midnight, a motley horse galloped onto the wheat: one hair was gold, the other was silver; he runs - the earth trembles, smoke pours from his nostrils in a column, flames burst from his eyes. And that horse began to eat wheat: not so much eating as trampling.
Ivan crept up on all fours to the horse and immediately threw a lasso around his neck. The horse rushed with all its might - it was not there! Ivan rested, the lasso presses his neck. And here Ivan's horse began to pray:
- Let me go, Ivanushka, and I will do you a great service.
“Very well,” Ivanushka replies, “how can I find you later?”
“Go outside the outskirts,” says the horse, “whistle three times and shout three times: “Sivka-burka, prophetic kaurka! Stand before me like a leaf before the grass!” - I'll be here!
Ivan released the horse and took a word from him - no more wheat and no more trampling.
Ivanushka came home. Brothers ask:
— Nu that, fool, saw the thief?
Ivanushka says:
- I caught a motley horse, he promised not to go into the wheat anymore - so I let him go.
The brothers laughed their hearts out at the fool, but since that night no one has touched the wheat.
Soon after this, the royal heralds began to walk around the villages and cities and call the cry:
- Gather, boyars and nobles, merchants and philistines, and ordinary peasants, all to the tsar for a holiday, for three days; take the best horses with you, and whoever rides his horse to the princess’s tower and removes the ring from the princess’s hand, the king will give the princess in marriage.
Ivanushkin's brothers also began to gather for the holiday: not so much to ride themselves, but at least to look at others.
Ivanushka also asks with them. The brothers say to him:
“Where are you going, fool: do you want to scare people? Sit on the stove and pour the ashes.
The brothers left. Ivanushka took a basket from his daughters-in-law and went to pick mushrooms.
Ivanushka went out into the field, threw the basket, whistled three times and shouted three times:
The horse runs, the earth trembles, flames from the eyes, smoke pours from the nostrils; ran and stood in front of Ivanushka as if rooted to the spot.
The horse says to Ivan:
- Climb into my right ear, Ivanushka, and get out into my left.
Ivanushka climbed into the horse's right ear, climbed out into the left - and became such a fine fellow that he could not think of it, or guess it, or tell it in a fairy tale. Then Ivanushka mounted a horse and galloped off to the tsar's feast.
He galloped to the square in front of the palace, he sees - apparently invisible to the people, and in a high tower, by the window, the princess sits, a ring on her hand - there is no price, she is a beauty of beauties.
No one jumps before her and thinks: no one wants to break their necks. Here Ivanushka hit his horse on the steep hips: the horse got angry, jumped - only three logs before the princess of the window did not jump. The people were surprised, and Ivanushka turned his horse and galloped back; his brothers did not soon step aside, so he whipped them with a silk whip.
The people shout: “Hold! Hold him!" - and Ivanushkin has already caught a trace.
Ivan rode out of the city, got off his horse, climbed into his left ear, climbed out into his right, and again became the old Ivan the Fool. Ivanushka released the horse. He picked up a basket of fly agaric, brought it home and said:
- Here you are, hostesses, fungi!
Here the daughters-in-law got angry at Ivan:
- What did you, fool, bring for mushrooms? Are you the only one to eat them!
Ivan grinned and lay down on the stove again.
The brothers came home and told their father how they were in the city and what they saw, and Ivanushka was lying on the stove and laughing.
The next day, the older brothers went to the holiday again, and Ivanushka took a basket and went for mushrooms.
He went out into the field, whistled, shouted, barked:
- Sivka-burka, prophetic kaurka! Stand before me like a leaf before grass!
A horse came running and stood in front of Ivanushka as if rooted to the spot. Ivan dressed up again and galloped to the square.
He sees that there are even more people in the square than before: everyone admires the princess, but no one even thinks of jumping - who wants to break his neck ?!
Here Ivanushka hit his horse on the steep hips: the horse got angry, jumped - and only two logs up to the princess did not get the window. Ivanushka turned his horse, lashed the brothers so that they stood aside, and galloped away.
The brothers come home, and Ivanushka is already lying on the stove, listening to what the brothers are telling, and chuckles ...
On the third day, the brothers again went to the holiday, and Ivanushka rode up.
He whipped his horse with a whip. The horse got angry more than ever: he jumped and reached the window.
Ivanushka kissed the princess on her sugary lips, grabbed an expensive ring from her finger, turned his horse and galloped away.
At this point, both the king and the princess began to shout:
- Hold on! Hold it!
And Ivanushkin's trail has caught a cold.
Ivanushka came home: one hand was wrapped in a rag.
— What do you have? Ivan's daughter-in-law asks.
- Yes, - says Ivan, - I was looking for mushrooms and pricked myself with a knot.
And Ivan climbed onto the stove.
The brothers came, began to tell what had happened and how, and Ivanushka wanted to look at the ring on the stove: as he lifted the rag, the whole hut lit up.
The brothers shouted at him:
“Stop playing with fire, you fool!” You will burn the hut again!
Three days later, a cry comes from the king: so that all the people, no matter how many there are in his kingdom, gather for a feast to him and so that no one dares to stay at home, and whoever disdains the royal feast - his head off his shoulders!
There is nothing to do here: the old man went to the feast with his whole family. They came, sat down at the oak tables, they drink, they eat, they talk.
At the end of the feast, the princess began to carry the guests with honey from her hands. Went around everyone. He approaches Ivanushka the last, and the fool is wearing a thin dress, covered in soot, his hair on end, one hand is tied with a dirty rag.
- Why is it you, well done, your hand is tied? the princess asks.
Ivanushka untied his hand, and on the finger of the princess there was a ring - and so it shone on everyone. Then the princess took the fool by the hand and led her to her father.
- Here, father, my betrothed!
The servants washed Ivanushka, combed his hair, dressed him in a royal dress, and he became such a fine fellow that his father and brothers look - and do not believe their eyes.
They played the wedding of the princess with Ivanushka and made a feast for the whole world.
I was there, I drank honey, I drank wine, it flowed down my mustache, but it didn’t get into my mouth.
Nikita Kozhemyaka
In the old days, a terrible snake appeared not far from Kyiv. He dragged a lot of people from Kyiv into his lair, dragged him and ate. He dragged the snakes and the royal daughter, but did not eat her, but locked her tightly in his lair. A small dog followed the princess from the house. As soon as the snake flies away to hunt, the princess will write a note to her father, to her mother, tie a note to the little dog around her neck and send her home. The little dog will take the note and bring the answer.
That time the king and queen write to the princess: find out from the snake who is stronger than him.
The princess began to inquire from the snake and inquired.
- There is, - says the snake, - in Kyiv Nikita Kozhemyaka - he is stronger than me.
As the snake left to hunt, the princess wrote a note to her father, to her mother: there is Nikita Kozhemyak in Kyiv, he alone is stronger than the snake. Send Nikita to help me out of captivity.
The tsar found Nikita and went with the tsarina to ask him to rescue their daughter from hard captivity. At that time, Kozhemyak was crushing twelve cowhides at once. When Nikita saw the king, he was frightened: Nikita's hands trembled, and he tore all twelve skins at once. Here Nikita got angry that they frightened him and caused him a loss, and no matter how much the king and queen begged him to go to rescue the princess, he did not go.
So the tsar and the tsarina came up with the idea of gathering five thousand juvenile orphans - a fierce snake orphaned them - and sent them to ask Kozhemyaka to free the entire Russian land from a great misfortune. Kozhemyak took pity on the orphan's tears, he shed a tear himself. He took three hundred pounds of hemp, ground it with pitch, wrapped himself all over with hemp and went.
Nikita approaches the snake's lair, but the snake has locked himself up, covered himself with logs and does not come out to him.
“You’d better get out into the open field, otherwise I’ll mark your entire lair!” - said Kozhemyaka and began to scatter the logs with his hands.
The snake sees the inevitable misfortune, there is nowhere for him to hide from Nikita, he went out into the open field.
How long, how short they fought, only Nikita knocked the snake to the ground and wanted to strangle him. The snake began to pray to Nikita:
“Don’t beat me, Nikitushka, to death!” There is no one stronger than you and me in the world. Let us divide the whole world equally: you will rule in one half, and I in the other.
"Very well," said Nikita.
Nikita made a plow of three hundred pounds, harnessed a snake to it and began to lay a boundary from Kyiv, plow a furrow; that furrow is two fathoms and a quarter deep. Nikita drew a furrow from Kyiv to the Black Sea and said to the snake:
- We divided the land - now let's divide the sea so that there is no dispute about water between us.
They began to divide the water - Nikita drove the snake into the Black Sea and drowned him there.
Having done a holy deed, Nikita returned to Kyiv, began to wrinkle his skin again, and did not take anything for his work. The princess returned to her father, to her mother.
Nikitin's furrow, they say, is now visible in some places across the steppe: it stands like a shaft of two sazhens in height. The peasants plow all around, but they don’t open the furrows: they leave it in memory of Nikita Kozhemyak.
Konstantin Ushinsky " Know how to wait"
Once upon a time there was a brother and a sister, a cockerel and a hen. The cockerel ran into the garden and began to peck at the green currant, and the hen said to him: “Don’t eat, Petya! Wait until the currants are ripe." The cockerel did not obey, pecked and pecked and pecked so that he hardly made it home. “Oh,” cries the cockerel, “my misfortune! It hurts, sister, it hurts!” The cockerel hen gave mint to drink, applied a mustard plaster - and it passed.
The cockerel recovered and went into the field; he ran, jumped, warmed up, sweated and ran to the stream to drink cold water, and the chicken shouted to him: “Don’t drink, Petya, wait until you get cold.”
The cockerel did not obey, got drunk cold water- and immediately a fever began to hit him: the hen brought home by force. The chicken ran after the doctor, the doctor prescribed Petya a bitter medicine, and the cockerel lay in bed for a long time.
The cockerel has recovered by the winter and sees that the river is covered with ice; the cockerel wanted to go skating, and the hen said to him: “Oh, wait, Petya! Let the river freeze completely, now the ice is still very thin, you will drown. The cockerel of the sister did not obey: it rolled on the ice; the ice broke, and the cockerel flopped into the water! Only the cockerel was seen.
Alexander Pushkin
The wind blows merrily
The ship runs merrily
Past the island of Buyana,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And a familiar country
It's visible from a distance.
Here come the guests.
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit...
Guests see: in the palace
The king sits in his crown,
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha
Sitting around the king
Four all three look.
Tsar Saltan planting guests
At your table and asks:
"Oh you gentlemen,
How long did you travel? Where?
Is it okay overseas or is it bad?
And what is the miracle in the world?
The sailors replied:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Life beyond the sea is not bad,
In the light, what a miracle:
An island in the sea lies
The city stands on the island,
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
Spruce grows in front of the palace,
And below it is a crystal house:
The squirrel lives in it tame,
Yes, what a miracle!
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, the nuts gnaw everything;
And nuts are not simple,
The shells are golden
The nuclei are pure emerald;
The squirrel is groomed, protected.
There is another wonder:
The sea rages violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will spill in a quick run,
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All beauties are gone
young giants,
Everyone is equal, as in the selection -
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
And that guard is not more reliable,
Not braver, not more diligent.
And the prince has a wife,
What you can't take your eyes off:
In the daytime, the light of God eclipses,
Illuminates the earth at night;
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead a star burns.
Prince Gvidon rules that city,
Everyone zealously praises him;
He sent you a bow
Yes, he blames you:
He promised to visit us,
And so far I haven’t gathered.”
Nikolai Teleshov "Krupenichka"
Voivode Vseslav had an only daughter named Krupenichka. Year after year passed, and from a fair-haired girl with blue eyes, Krupenichka turned into a rare beauty. The parents began to think about whom to marry her. They didn’t even want to think of betraying them to a foreign side and chose such a son-in-law to live together and never part with their daughter.
The fame of the marvelous beauty spread far around, and Vseslav was very proud of this. But old mother Varvarushka was afraid of such fame and was always angry when she was asked about the beauty of Krupenichka.
We don't have any beauty! she grumbled. And we have a girl like a girl: there are many like ours everywhere.
But she herself could not stop looking and looking at her Krupenichka. She knew that there was no one more beautiful than her; and there is no more beautiful, and kinder, and no sweeter. Old and young, poor and rich, friends and foes - everyone loved Krupenichka for her kind heart. Among the people, there was even a song about her:
Krupenichka, red maiden,
You are our dove, joy-heart,
Live, bloom, get younger and
Be joyful to all kind people.
Flew, flew the glory of the beauty of Krupenichka and flew to the Tatar camp, to the commander Talantai.
- Goy you, brave warriors, daring riders! Show me what a beauty the voivode Vseslav has, his daughter Krupenichka! said Talantai. "Is she not fit to be our khan's wife?"
Then three riders mounted their horses, put on dressing gowns: one was green, like grass, the other was gray, like a forest road, the third was brown, like pine trunks, screwed up their cunning eyes, smiled at each other with the same corners of their lips, shook their shaved heads fervently in shaggy hats and rode and galloped with valiant cries. And a few days later they returned and brought Talantai with them for their khan: a marvelous beauty - Krupenichka.
She went with her mother Varvarushka to swim in the lake, and in the forest, as if on purpose, berry after berry of ripe strawberries lures deeper into the thicket. And mother tells her all about the grass-fed that grows like white stars in the middle of the lake: you need to collect this grass-fed and sew it into your belt, and then no misfortune will happen to a person: the grass will take away any trouble. And before they both had time to scream, gray dust suddenly rose in front of them from the path, on one side a pine tree stump fell from its place and rushed under their feet, and on the other side a green bush jumped at them. They picked up Krupenichka - and then mother Varvarushka saw what kind of green bush it was; she clung to him with all her strength, but the Tatar slyly dodged and slipped out of his clothes, the villain. Varvarushka fell to the ground with a green robe in her hands. And what happened next, she did not know, did not know, as if her mind had been eclipsed with grief. She sits all day long on the shore of the lake, looking at the expanse of water and saying everything:
- Overcome-grass! Overcome me high mountains, low valleys, blue lakes, steep banks, dense forests, let me see my dear Krupenichka!
Once she was sitting over the lake and howling and crying, when suddenly a passer-by old man, short, thin, with a white beard, with a bag over his shoulders, suddenly approached her, and said to Varvarushka:
- I'm going to the far side of the Basurman. Do not take down a bow from you?
Varvarushka was overjoyed, threw herself at the old man's feet, weeping, and again wailed like a mad woman:
- Overcome-grass! If you had overcome the evil people: no matter how hard they thought of us, they would not do bad things to us. Give me back, old man, my Krupenichka!
The old man listened and kindly replied:
- When so. be my faithful companion and helper! he said to mother and waved his sleeve over her head.
And immediately Varvarushka turned into a traveling staff. The old man went with him, leaning where it was difficult, pushing bushes aside for them in the thickets, and in the villages waving them away from the dogs.
The old man walked and walked and came to the Tatar camp, where Talantay lived and where a caravan was now being equipped to send precious gifts to the khan. They sent gold and furs, semi-precious stones and equipped the beauties of slaves on their way. Among them was Krupenichka.
An old man stopped near the road along which the caravan would go, unfolded his bundle and began to lay out various sweets for sale - here he has honey, and gingerbread, and nuts. He looked around to see if there was anyone, raised his traveling staff above his head and threw it on the ground, then waved his sleeve over it - and instead of a staff, mother Varvarushka rose from the grass and stands in front of him.
“Well, now, mother, don’t yawn,” said the old man. - Look with all your eyes at the road: a small grain will soon fall on it. As soon as it falls, take it quickly, hold it in your hand and take care until we return home. Look, do not lose the grain, as long as your Krupenichka is dear to you.
Here the caravan set off from the camp; he passes along the road past an old man, and he is sitting on the lawn, spreading sweets around him and shouting affably:
- Eat, beauties, honeycombs, fragrant gingerbread, roasted nuts!
And mother Varvarushka agrees with him:
- Eat, beauties: you will be happier, you will become rosier!
The Tatars saw them, ordered them to immediately treat the beauties with sweets, and the old men brought them their treat.
- Eat, eat for health!
Girls surrounded them; some chuckle merrily, others stare silently, still others are sad and turn away.
- Eat, girls, eat, beauties!
Even from a distance, Krupenichka saw her mother Varvarushka. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his face turned white. She feels that the old woman appeared for a reason and does not recognize her for a reason, but goes to her as if she were a stranger, does not greet her, does not bow, goes straight at her, looks with all her eyes and only repeats the same thing in a loud voice:
- Eat, darlings, eat!
The old man also shouts, and he himself distributes nuts to some, honey to some, gingerbread to others - and everyone suddenly became cheerful.
The old man came closer to Krupenichka, and as soon as he threw him into the air, into left side from her, over everyone’s heads, a whole handful of gifts, and even a handful, and even a handful, and when they rushed laughingly to catch and pick up gifts, he waved his sleeve over Krupenichka to the right side - and Krupenichka was gone, but instead fell on the road small buckwheat seed.
Mamushka rushed to the ground after him, grabbed the grain in her hand and squeezed it tightly, and the old man waved his sleeve over her too - and instead of Varvarushka he picked up a traveling staff from the ground.
- Eat, eat, beauties, to your health!
He quickly gave away all the remnants, shook the empty bag, bowed to everyone as a sign of farewell, and slowly went on his way, leaning on his staff. The Tatars also gave him an ox bladder with koumiss for the road.
No one noticed right away that there was one less slave.
So the old man returned safely to the very shore, where he met with mother Varvarushka, where wide green leaves spread along the lake and white stars bloomed over the water on the water. He threw his travel staff to the ground, and Mamushka Varvarushka again stood in front of him: his right hand was clenched in a fist and applied to his heart - you couldn’t tear it off.
The old man asked her:
“Tell me: where is your field here that has never been plowed, where is the land that has never been sown?”
- And here, near the lake, - answers Varvarushka, - the glade is never plowed, the land is never sown; it blooms than it sows itself.
Then the old man took a buckwheat seed from her hands, threw it on the unsown ground and said:
“Krupenichka, beautiful girl, live, bloom, be young for the joy of kind people!
He spoke - and the old man disappeared, as if he had never been here. Mother Varvarushka looks, rubs her eyes, as if awake, and sees Krupenichka in front of her, her beloved beauty, alive and well.
And where a small seed fell, a hitherto unseen plant turned green from its husk, and it spread flowery fragrant buckwheat all over the country, about which, even now, when it is sown, they sing an old song:
Krupenichka, red maiden,
You are our feeder, joy-heart,
Blossom, fade, rejuvenate,
Wise, curly curl,
Be kind to all people.
At the time of sowing, on June 13, on the day of the Buckwheat, in the old days, every wanderer used to be treated to porridge to his heart's content.
The wanderers ate and praised and wished that the sowing was happy, that buckwheat was born in the fields visibly-invisibly, because without bread and without porridge, our labors are worthless!
Vitaly Bianchi " Owl"
An old man is sitting, drinking tea. He does not drink empty - he whitens with milk.
Owl flies by.
“Hey,” he says, “my friend!
And the Old Man to her:
- You, Owl - a desperate head, ears up, hooked nose. You bury yourself from the sun, you shun people—what a friend I am to you!
Owl got angry.
- All right, - he says, - old! I won’t fly to your meadow at night, catch mice - catch yourself.
And the old man:
“Look, what did you think to scare me with!” Run while you're whole.
The Owl flew away, climbed into the oak, does not fly anywhere from the hollow. The night has come. In an old man's meadow, mice in their holes whistle and call to each other:
- Look, godfather, is the Owl flying - a desperate head, ears up, hooked nose?
Mouse Mouse in response:
- Do not see the Owl, do not hear the Owl. Today we have expanse in the meadow, now we have freedom in the meadow.
Mice jumped out of holes, mice ran across the meadow.
And Owl from the hollow:
"Ho-ho-ho, old man!" Look, no matter how bad it happens: the mice, they say, went hunting.
“Let them go,” says the Old Man. “Tea, mice are not wolves, they won’t slaughter heifers.”
Mice roam the meadow, looking for bumblebee nests, digging the ground, catching bumblebees.
And Owl from the hollow:
"Ho-ho-ho, old man!" Look, no matter how worse it turns out: all your bumblebees have scattered.
- And let them fly, - says the Old Man, - What's the use of them: no honey, no wax, - only blisters.
There is a fodder clover in the meadow, hanging with its head to the ground, and the bumblebees are buzzing, flying away from the meadow, they don’t look at the clover, they don’t carry pollen from flower to flower.
And Owl from the hollow:
"Ho-ho-ho, old man!" Look, no matter how worse it turns out: you yourself would not have to transfer pollen from flower to flower.
“And the wind will blow it away,” says the Old Man, while he scratches at the back of his head.
The wind is blowing across the meadow, the pollen is pouring to the ground. Pollen does not fall from flower to flower - clover will not be born in the meadow; This is not to the liking of the Old Man.
And Owl from the hollow:
"Ho-ho-ho, old man!" Your cow lows, asks for clover - grass, listen, without clover is like porridge without butter.
The old man is silent, says nothing.
The Cow was healthy from the clover, the Cow began to grow thin, she began to slow down her milk; licks swill, and milk is thinner and thinner.
And Owl from the hollow:
"Ho-ho-ho, old man!" I told you: come to me to bow.
The old man scolds, but things are not going well. An owl sits in an oak tree, does not catch mice.
Mice roam the meadow, looking for bumblebee nests. Bumblebees walk in other people's meadows, but they don't even look at Starikov's meadow. Clover will not be born in the meadow. A cow without clover is emaciated. The cow has little milk. So the old man had nothing to whiten tea.
There was nothing for the old man to whitewash the tea, - the old man went to the Owl to bow:
You, Owl-widow, help me out of trouble: there was nothing for me, the old one, to whiten tea.
And the Owl from the hollow with its eyes loop-loops, its knives are stupid-dumb.
- That's it, - he says, - old. Friendly is not heavy, but at least drop it apart. Do you think it's easy for me without your mice?
The Owl forgave the Old Man, climbed out of the hollow, flew to the meadow to catch mice.
Mice with fear hid in holes.
Bumblebees buzzed over the meadow, began to fly from flower to flower.
Red clover began to pour in the meadow.
The cow went to the meadow to chew clover.
A cow has a lot of milk.
The Old Man began to whiten tea with milk, whiten tea - Praise the Owl, invite him to visit, respect.
Korney Chukovsky " Fly Tsokotukha"
Fly, Fly-Tsokotuha,
Gilded belly!
The fly went across the field,
The fly found the money.
Fly went to the market
And I bought a samovar.
"Come, cockroaches,
I'll treat you to tea!"
The cockroaches came running
All the glasses were drunk
And the bugs -
Three cups
With milk
And a pretzel:
Today Fly-Tsokotuha
Birthday girl!
Fleas came to Mukha,
They brought her boots
And boots are not simple -
They have gold clasps.
Came to Mukha
Grandma bee,
Muhe-Tsokotuhe
I brought honey...
"Beautiful Butterfly,
Eat jam!
Or you don't like
Our meal?"
Suddenly some old man
Our fly in the corner
Povolok -
Wants to kill the poor
Destroy the Tsokotukha!
“Dear guests, help!
Kill the villainous spider!
And I fed you
And I watered you
don't leave me
In my final hour!"
But worm beetles
got scared
In the corners, in the cracks
Run up:
cockroaches
under sofas,
And goats
under benches,
And the bugs under the bed
They don't want to fight!
And no one even from the spot
Won't budge:
perish-perish
Birthday girl!
A grasshopper, a grasshopper
Well, just like a human
Jump, jump, jump, jump!
For a bush
Under the walkway
And silent!
And the villain is not joking,
He twists the arms and legs of the fly with ropes,
Sharp teeth plunge into the heart
And he drinks her blood.
The fly is screaming
tearing up
And the villain is silent
He smirks.
Suddenly from somewhere flies
little mosquito,
And in his hand it burns
Small flashlight.
"Where is the killer? Where is the villain?
I'm not afraid of his claws!
Flies to the Spider
Takes out the saber
And he is at full gallop
Cuts off his head!
Takes a fly by the hand
And leads to the window:
"I killed the villain,
I freed you
And now, soul girl,
I want to marry you!"
There are insects and goats
Crawling out from under the bench:
"Glory, glory to Komaru -
Winner!
The fireflies came running
lit the flames -
Something became fun
That's good!
Hey centipedes,
Run down the path
Call the musicians
Let's dance!
The musicians came running
The drums were beating
Boom! boom! boom! boom!
Dancing Fly with Mosquito
And behind her is Klop, Klop
Boots top, top!
goats with worms,
Insects with moths.
And horned beetles,
rich men,
They wave their hats
Dancing with butterflies.
Tara-ra, tara-ra,
The mosquito danced.
People have fun -
The fly is getting married
For dashing, daring,
Young Mosquito!
Ant, Ant!
Does not spare bast shoes, -
Jumping with Ant
And winks at the insects:
"You are insects,
You are cuties
Tara-tara-tara-tara-cockroaches!”
Boots creak
Heels knock -
There will be midges
Have fun until the morning
Today Fly-Tsokotuha
Birthday girl!
Boris Zakhoder " Gray star"
“Well, then,” said Papa the Hedgehog, “this fairy tale is called “Grey Star”, but by the name you will never guess who this fairy tale is about. So listen carefully and don't interrupt. All questions later.
— Are there gray stars? asked the Hedgehog.
“If you interrupt me again, I won’t tell,” answered the Hedgehog, but, noticing that the son was about to cry, softened: “Actually, they don’t exist, although, in my opinion, this is strange: after all, gray is the most beautiful. But there was one Gray Star.
So, once upon a time there was a toad - clumsy, ugly, in addition, it smelled of garlic, and instead of thorns it had - you can imagine! - warts. Brr!
Fortunately, she did not know that she was so ugly, nor that she was a toad. Firstly, because she was very small and knew little at all, and secondly, because no one called her that. She lived in a garden where Trees, Bushes and Flowers grew, and you should know that Trees, Bushes and Flowers only talk to those they love very, very much. Why wouldn't you call someone you love very, very much a toad?
The hedgehog sniffled in agreement.
— Well, the Trees, Bushes and Flowers were very fond of the toad and therefore they called it the most affectionate names. Especially Flowers.
Why did they love her so much? asked the Hedgehog quietly.
The father frowned, and the Hedgehog immediately curled up.
“If you keep quiet, you will soon find out,” said the Hedgehog sternly. He continued: “When the toad appeared in the garden, the Flowers asked her name, and when she answered that she did not know, they were very happy.
“Oh, how great! - said Pansies (they were the first to see her). - Then we ourselves will come up with a name for you! Do you want us to call you ... we will call you Anyuta?
“It’s better than Margarita,” said the Daisies. “This name is much more beautiful!”
Then the Roses intervened - they suggested calling her Beauty; The bells demanded that it be called Tinker Bell (it was single word, which they knew how to speak), and a flower, named Ivan da Marya, suggested that she be called "Vanechka-Manechka".
The Hedgehog snorted and looked at his father in fear, but the Hedgehog was not angry, because the Hedgehog snorted in time. He calmly continued:
“In a word, there would be no end to the disputes if it were not for the Asters. And if not for the Learned Starling.
“Let her be called Astra,” said the Asters. “Or, even better, Starling,” said the Learned Starling. “It means the same thing as Astra, only much more clearly. In addition, it really resembles an asterisk. Just look at her sparkling eyes! And since she's grey, you can call her Gray Star. Then there will be no confusion! Seems clear?
And everyone agreed with the Learned Starling, because he was very smart, he could speak a few real human words and whistle almost to the end of a piece of music, which, it seems, is called ... "Hedgehog-Fawn" or something like that. For this, people built a house for him on a poplar tree.
Since then, everyone began to call the toad Gray Star. All but the Bluebells still called her Tinkerbell, but that was the only word they could speak.
“Nothing to say, little star,” hissed the fat old Slug. He crawled onto a rose bush and crept up to the tender young leaves. - Good "asterisk"! After all, this is the most common gray ... "
He wanted to say "toad", but he did not have time, because at that very moment the Gray Star looked at him with her radiant eyes - and the Slug disappeared.
“Thank you, dear Starlet,” said Rose, pale with fear. “You saved me from a terrible enemy!”
- And you need to know, - explained the Hedgehog, - that Flowers, Trees and Bushes, although they do no harm to anyone - on the contrary, one good! There are also enemies. A lot of them! It's good that these enemies are quite tasty!
“So Starlet ate that fat Slug?” asked the Hedgehog, licking his lips.
- Most likely, yes, - said the Hedgehog, - True, you can’t vouch. No one has seen Starlet eat Slugs, Gluttonous Beetles, and Bad Caterpillars. But all the enemies of the Flowers disappeared as soon as Gray Star looked at them with her radiant eyes. Disappeared forever. And since Gray Star settled in the garden, Trees, Flowers and Bushes began to live much better. Especially Flowers. Because the Bushes and Trees protected the Birds from the enemies, and there was no one to protect the Flowers - for the Birds they are too
That's why the Flowers loved Gray Star so much. They bloomed with joy every morning when she came into the garden. All that was heard was: “Asterisk, to us!”, “No, first to us! To us!.."
The flowers spoke the most affectionate words to her, and thanked her, and praised her in every way, but the Gray Star was modestly silent - after all, she was very, very modest - and only her eyes shone.
One Magpie, who loved to eavesdrop on human conversations, once even asked if it was true that she had hidden in her head gem and that's why her eyes are so shining.
"I don't know," said Gray Star, embarrassed. "I don't think so..."
“Well, Magpie! Well, empty! - said the Learned Starling. - Not a stone, but a confusion, and not in the Star's head, but in you! Gray Star has radiant eyes because she has a clear conscience - after all, she is doing a Useful Deed! Seems clear?
"Daddy, can I ask you a question?" asked the Hedgehog.
All questions later.
— Well, please, daddy, just one!
- One - well, so be it.
“Daddy, are we… are we useful?”
- Very, - said the Hedgehog. - You can be sure. But listen to what happened next.
So, as I said, the Flowers knew that the Gray Star was kind, good and useful. The Birds knew it too. Knew, of course, and People, of course - Smart people. And only the enemies of the Flowers did not agree with this. "Vile, harmful scum!" they hissed, of course, when Star was not around. "Freak! Disgusting!" creaked the gluttonous Beetles. "We have to deal with her! - the Caterpillars echoed them. - There is simply no life from her!
True, no one paid attention to their scolding and threats, and besides, there were fewer and fewer enemies, but, unfortunately, the closest relative of the Caterpillars, Butterfly Urticaria, intervened in the matter. In appearance, she was completely harmless and even pretty, but in fact she was terribly harmful. It happens sometimes.
Yes, I forgot to tell you that Gray Star never touched Butterflies.
- Why? - asked the Hedgehog, - Are they tasteless?
“Not at all, silly. Most likely, because Butterflies look like Flowers, and after all, Asterisk loved Flowers so much! And she probably didn’t know that Butterflies and Caterpillars are one and the same. After all, Caterpillars turn into Butterflies, and Butterflies lay eggs, and new Caterpillars hatch from them ...
So, the cunning Urticaria came up with a cunning plan - how to destroy the Gray Star.
"I will soon save you from that vile toad!" she said to her sisters the Caterpillars, her friends the Beetles and Slugs. And flew away from the garden.
And when she came back, a Very Stupid Boy was running after her. He had a skullcap in his hand, he waved it in the air and thought that he was about to catch the pretty Urticaria. Skullcap. And the cunning Urticaria pretended that she was about to fall: she would sit on a flower, pretend,
as if he does not notice the Very Stupid Boy, and then suddenly flutters in front of his very nose and flies to the next flower bed.
And so she lured the Very Stupid Boy into the very depths of the garden, to the path where Gray Star sat and talked with the Learned Starling.
Urticaria was immediately punished for her mean act: the Learned Starling flew off the branch with lightning and grabbed it with his beak. But it was too late: the Very Stupid Boy noticed the Gray Star.
Gray Star did not at first understand what he was saying about her - after all, no one had yet called her a toad. She did not move even when the Very Stupid Boy swung a stone at her.
At the same moment, a heavy stone slammed to the ground next to Gray Star. Luckily, the Very Stupid Boy missed, and Gray Star managed to jump out of the way. Flowers and Grass hid her from her eyes. But the Very Stupid Boy did not let up. He picked up a few more stones and kept throwing them where the Grass and Flowers were stirring.
"Toad! Poison frog! he shouted. “Beat the ugly one!”
“Fool-ra-chok! Fool-ra-chok! the Learned Starling called to him. “What is this confusion in your head? After all, she is useful! Seems clear?
But the Very Stupid Boy grabbed a stick and climbed right into the Rose Bush - where, as he thought, Gray Star was hiding.
The Rose Bush pricked him with all her might with her sharp thorns. And the Very Silly Boy ran out of the garden, roaring.
— Urraa! shouted the Hedgehog.
— Yes, brother, thorns are a good thing! - continued the Hedgehog. - If the Gray Star had thorns, then perhaps she would not have to cry so bitterly that day. But, as you know, she did not have thorns, and therefore she sat under the roots of the Rose Bush and wept bitterly.
“He called me a toad,” she sobbed, “ugly! So said the Man, but people are everything know! So, I'm a toad, a toad! .. "
Everyone consoled her as best they could: Pansies said that she would always remain their dear Gray Star; The roses told her that beauty was not the most important thing in life (it was no small sacrifice on their part). "Don't cry, Vanechka-Manechka," repeated Ivan da Marya, and the Bells whispered: "Ding-Ding, Ding-Ding," and this also sounded very comforting.
But Gray Star wept so loudly that she did not hear consolations. It always happens when you start comforting too soon. The flowers did not know this, but the Learned Starling knew this very well. He let Gray Star cry to her heart's content, and then said:
"I won't console you, dear. I can only tell you one thing: it's not the name. And, in any case, completely
it doesn't matter what some Stupid Boy, who has one confusion in his head, will say about you! For all your friends, you were and will be a cute Gray Star. Seems clear?
And he whistled a piece of music about ... about the Fawn-Hedgehog to cheer Gray Star and show that he considers the conversation over.
Gray Star stopped crying.
"You're right, of course, Skvorushka," she said. don't meet someone stupid..."
And since then, Gray Star - and not only she, but all her brothers, sisters, children and grandchildren come to the garden and do their Useful Work only at night.
The hedgehog cleared his throat and said:
“Now you can ask questions.
- How many? asked the Hedgehog.
“Three,” replied the Hedgehog.
- Oh! Then ... The first question: is it true that the Stars, that is, the toads, do not eat Butterflies, or is it only in a fairy tale?
- Is it true.
“And the Very Stupid Boy said that toads were poisonous. This is true?
- Nonsense! Of course, I do not advise you to take them in your mouth. But they are not poisonous at all.
- Is it true ... Is this the third question?
- Yes, the third one. All.
- As everybody?
- So. After all, you already asked it. You asked: "Is this the third question?"
“Well, daddy, you always tease.
- Look how smart! Okay, so be it, ask your question.
— Oh, I forgot... Oh, yes... Where did all these nasty enemies disappear to?
“Well, of course she swallowed them. It's just that she grabs them so fast with her tongue that no one can follow it, and it seems like they just disappear. And now I have a question, my fluffy one: isn't it time for us to sleep? After all, you and I are also useful and must also do our Useful Work at night, and now it’s already morning ...
Valentin Kataev " Seven-flower flower"
There lived a girl Zhenya. Once her mother sent her to the store for bagels. Zhenya bought seven bagels: two bagels with cumin for dad, two bagels with poppy seeds for mom, two bagels with sugar for herself and one small pink bagel for brother Pavlik. Zhenya took a bunch of bagels and went home. He walks, yawns on the sides, reads the signs, the raven counts. In the meantime, an unfamiliar dog stuck up behind and ate all the bagels one after another and ate: first, she ate papa's with cumin, then mama's with poppy seeds, then Zhenya's with sugar. Zhenya felt that the bagels had become too light. I turned around, too late. The washcloth dangles empty, and the dog finishes the last pink Pavlikov's lamb, licks his lips.
- Oh, bad dog! Zhenya screamed and rushed to catch up with her.
She ran, she ran, she did not catch up with the dog, only she got lost. Sees - a completely unfamiliar place. There are no big houses, but there are small houses. Zhenya was frightened and cried. Suddenly, out of nowhere, an old woman:
“Girl, girl, why are you crying?”
Zhenya told the old woman everything. The old woman took pity on Zhenya, brought her to her garden and said:
Don't cry, I'll help you. True, I don’t have bagels and I don’t have money either, but on the other hand, one flower grows in my garden, it’s called “seven-colored flower”, it can do anything. You, I know, are a good girl, although you like to yawn around. I will give you a seven-flower flower, he will arrange everything.
With these words, the old woman plucked from the garden and gave the girl Zhenya a very beautiful flower like a camomile. It had seven transparent petals, each
other colors: yellow, red, green, blue, orange, purple and blue.
“This flower,” said the old woman, “is not simple. He can do whatever you want. To do this, you just need to tear off one of the petals, throw it and say:
- Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground
To be in my opinion led.
Command that this or that be done. And it will be done immediately.
Zhenya politely thanked the old woman, went out the gate, and only then remembered that she did not know the way home. She wanted to return to the kindergarten and ask the old woman to accompany her to the nearest policeman, but neither the kindergarten nor the old woman was there.
What to do? Zhenya was about to cry, as usual, even wrinkled her nose like an accordion, but suddenly she remembered the cherished flower.
- Come on, let's see what kind of seven-color flower it is!
Zhenya quickly tore off the yellow petal, threw it away and said:
- Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground
To be in my opinion led.
Tell me to be at home with bagels!
Before she had time to say this, as at the same moment she found herself at home, and in her hands - a bunch of bagels!
Zhenya gave the bagels to her mother, and she thinks to herself: “This is really a wonderful flower, it must certainly be put in the most beautiful vase!”
Zhenya was a very small girl, so she climbed onto a chair and reached for her mother's favorite vase, which stood on the topmost shelf. At this time, as a sin, crows flew by the window. The wife, of course, immediately wanted to know exactly how many crows - seven or eight? She opened her mouth and began to count, bending her fingers, and the vase flew down and - bam! - shattered into small pieces.
“You broke something again, you dumbass!” Mom shouted from the kitchen, “Isn’t it my favorite vase?
“No, no, Mommy, I didn’t break anything. You heard it! Zhenya shouted, and she quickly tore off the red petal, threw it away and whispered:
- Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground
To be in my opinion led.
Command that mother's favorite vase become whole!
Before she had time to say this, the shards of their own accord crawled towards each other and began to coalesce. Mom came running from the kitchen - look, and her favorite vase, as if nothing had happened, was standing in its place. Just in case, Mom threatened Zhenya with her finger and sent her for a walk in the yard.
Zhenya came into the yard, and there the boys were playing Papanin's: they were sitting on old planks with a stick stuck in the sand.
"Boys, let me play!"
- What did you want! Can't you see it's North Pole? We don't take girls to the North Pole.
- What kind of North Pole is it when it's just boards?
- Not boards, but ice floes. Go away, don't interfere! We have a strong contraction.
So you don't accept?
- We do not accept. Leave!
- And it is not necessary. I will be at the North Pole without you now. Only not on the one like yours, but on the real one. And you - a cat's tail!
Zhenya stepped aside, under the gate, took out the coveted seven-flower, tore off the blue petal, threw it and said:
- Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground
To be in my opinion led.
Command me to be at the North Pole at once!
Before she had time to say this, suddenly, out of nowhere, a whirlwind swooped in, the sun disappeared, it became a terrible night, the earth spun under her feet like a top.
Zhenya, as she was, in a summer dress, with bare legs, all alone, ended up at the North Pole, and the frost there is a hundred degrees!
- Oh, mommy, I'm freezing! Zhenya screamed and began to cry, but the tears immediately turned into icicles and hung on her nose like on a drainpipe.
In the meantime, seven polar bears came out from behind the ice floe and straight to the girl, one more terrible than the other: the first is nervous, the second is angry, the third is in a beret, the fourth is shabby, the fifth is wrinkled, the sixth is pockmarked, the seventh is the largest.
Beside herself with fear, Zhenya grabbed a seven-flowered flower with icy fingers, pulled out a green petal, threw it and screamed at the top of her lungs:
- Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground
To be in my opinion led.
Tell me to be back in our yard at once!
And at the same moment she found herself again in the yard. And the boys look at her and laugh:
— Well, where is your North Pole?
- I was there.
- We have not seen. Prove it!
- Look - I still have an icicle hanging.
"It's not an icicle, it's a cat's tail!" What did you take?
Zhenya was offended and decided not to hang out with the boys anymore, but went to another yard to hang out with the girls. She came, she sees - the girls have different toys. Some have a stroller, some have a ball, some have a jump rope, some have a tricycle, and one has a big talking doll in a doll's straw hat and doll's galoshes. I took Zhenya in annoyance. Even his eyes turned yellow with envy, like those of a goat.
“Well,” he thinks, “I’ll show you now who has toys!”
She took out a seven-flower, tore off an orange petal, threw it and said:
- Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground
To be in my opinion led.
Command that all the toys in the world be mine!
And at the same moment, out of nowhere, toys were thrown towards Zhenya from all sides.
Of course, the dolls came running first, clapping their eyes loudly and eating without respite: “dad-mum”, “dad-mum”. Zhenya was very happy at first, but there were so many dolls that they immediately filled the entire yard, lane, two streets and half of the square. It was impossible to take a step without stepping on the doll. Nothing could be heard around, except for the puppet chatter. Can you imagine the noise five million talking dolls can make? And there were no less of them. And then it was only Moscow dolls. And the puppets from Leningrad, Kharkov, Kyiv, Lvov and other Soviet cities had not yet managed to run and were clattering like parrots along all the roads Soviet Union. Zhenya was even a little scared. But that was only the beginning.
Balls, marbles, scooters, tricycles, tractors, cars, tanks, tankettes, guns rolled behind the dolls. Jumpers crawled along the ground like snakes, getting underfoot and making the nervous puppets squeak even louder.
Millions of toy planes, airships, gliders flew through the air. Cotton paratroopers fell from the sky like tulips, hanging on telephone wires and trees. Traffic in the city has stopped. The police officers climbed onto the lampposts and did not know what to do.
- Enough, enough! Zhenya screamed in horror, clutching her head.
What are you, what are you! I don't need so many toys. I was joking. I'm afraid...
But it was not there! Toys kept falling and falling. The Soviet ones are over, the American ones have begun. Already the whole city was littered to the very roofs with toys. Zhenya up the stairs - toys behind her. Zhenya on the balcony - toys behind her. Zhenya in the attic - toys behind her. Zhenya jumped out onto the roof, quickly tore off the purple petal, threw it and quickly said:
- Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground
To be in my opinion led.
Tell the toys to get back to the stores as soon as possible!
And immediately all the toys disappeared.
Zhenya looked at her seven-colored flower and sees that there is only one petal left.
- That's the thing! Six petals, it turns out, wasted, and no pleasure. That is OK. I'll be smarter in the future.
She went out into the street, walks and thinks:
“What else should I tell you? I tell myself, perhaps, two kilos of "bears". No, two kilos of “transparent” ones are better. Or not ... I’d better do this: I’ll order a pound of “bears”, a pound of “transparent”, one hundred grams of halva, a hundred grams of nuts and, wherever it goes, one pink bagel for Pavlik. What's the point? Well, let's say I order all this and eat it. And nothing will be left. No, I tell myself a tricycle is better. Although why? Well, I'll ride, and then what? Still, what good, the boys will take away. Perhaps they will beat you! No. I'd rather tell myself a ticket to the cinema or to the circus. It's still fun there. Or maybe it’s better to order new sandals? It's no worse than a circus. Although, to tell the truth, what is the use of new sandals ?! You can order something much better. The main thing is not to rush."
Reasoning in this way, Zhenya suddenly saw an excellent boy who was sitting on a bench at the gate. He had big blue eyes, cheerful, but quiet. The boy was very handsome—you can immediately see that he was not a fighter—and Zhenya wanted to get to know him. The girl, without any fear, approached him so close that in each of his pupils she very clearly saw her face with two pigtails spread over her shoulders.
"Boy, boy, what's your name?"
- Vitya. How about you?
- Zhenya. Let's play tag?
- I can not. I am lame.
And Zhenya saw his foot in an ugly shoe with very thick soles.
- What a pity! - Zhenya said. - I liked you very much, and I would love to run with you.
“I like you too, and I would also love to run with you, but, unfortunately, this is not possible. It's nothing you can do. It's for life.
“Oh, what nonsense you are talking, boy! - Zhenya exclaimed and took out her treasured seven-flowered flower from her pocket. - Look!
With these words, the girl carefully tore off the last blue petal, pressed it to her eyes for a moment, then unclenched her fingers and sang in a thin voice trembling with happiness:
- Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Come back, make a circle.
As soon as you touch the ground
To be in my opinion led.
Tell Vitya to be healthy
And at that very moment the boy jumped up from the bench, began to play tag with Zhenya and ran so well that the girl could not overtake him, no matter how hard she tried.
The squirrel jumped from branch to branch and fell right on the sleepy wolf. The wolf jumped up and wanted to eat her. The squirrel began to ask:
Let me in.
Wolf said:
Okay, I'll let you in, just tell me why you squirrels are so cheerful. I'm always bored, but you look at you, you're all playing and jumping up there.
Belka said:
First, let me climb the tree, and from there I will tell you, otherwise I am afraid of you.
The wolf let go, and the squirrel went to the tree and said from there:
You're bored because you're angry. Anger burns your heart. And we are cheerful because we are kind and do no harm to anyone.
Fairy tale "The Hare and the Man"
Russian traditional
The poor man, walking through the open field, saw a hare under a bush, was delighted and said:
That's when I'll live at home! I will catch this hare and sell it for four altyns, with that money I will buy a pig, she will bring me twelve little pigs; piglets will grow up, bring twelve more; I'll pin them all, I'll accumulate a barn of meat; I’ll sell the meat, and with the money I’ll run a house and get married myself; my wife will bear me two sons - Vaska and Vanka; the children will plow the arable land, and I will sit under the window and give orders. “Hey, you guys,” I shout, “Vaska and Vanka!
Yes, the peasant shouted so loudly that the hare was frightened and ran away, but the house with all the wealth, with his wife and children was gone ...
Fairy tale "How the fox got rid of nettles in the garden"
Once a fox came out into the garden and sees that a lot of nettles have grown on it. I wanted to pull it out, but I decided that it was not even worth starting. I already wanted to go to the house, but here comes the wolf:
Hello cousin, what are you doing?
And the cunning fox answers him:
Oh, you see, godfather, how many beautiful ones I have ugly. Tomorrow I will clean and store it.
What for? the wolf asks.
Well, then, - says the fox, - the one who smells nettles does not take the dog's fang. See godfather, do not come close to my nettle.
She turned and went into the house to sleep the fox. She wakes up in the morning and looks out the window, and her garden is empty, not a single nettle is left. The fox smiled and went to cook breakfast.
Fairy tale "Ryaba Hen"
Russian traditional
Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman in the same village.
And they had a chicken. named Ryaba.
One day the hen Ryaba laid an egg on them. Yes, not a simple egg, golden.
Grandfather beat the testicle, did not break it.
The woman beat and beat the testicle, did not break it.
The mouse ran, waved its tail, the testicle fell, and it broke!
The grandfather is crying, the woman is crying. And the hen Ryaba tells them:
Do not cry grandfather, do not cry woman! I'll lay you a new testicle, but not a simple one, but a golden one!
Tale of the most greedy man
Eastern fairy tale
In one city of the country of the Hausa lived the miser Na-khana. And he was so greedy that none of the inhabitants of the city had ever seen Na-khana give at least water to the traveler. He'd rather get a couple of slaps in the face than lose the smallest bit of his fortune. And this was a great fortune. Na-khana himself probably did not know exactly how many goats and sheep he had.
One day, returning from the pasture, Na-khana saw that one of his goats had stuck its head in a pot, but could not get it out. Na-khana himself tried for a long time to remove the pot, but in vain. Then he called the butchers and, after a long bargain, he sold the goat to them on the condition that they cut off her head and return the pot to him. The butchers slaughtered the goat, but when they took out its head, they broke the pot. Na-hana was furious.
I sold the goat at a loss, and you also broke the pot! he shouted. And even cried.
Since then, he did not leave the pots on the ground, but put them somewhere higher, so that goats or sheep would not stick their heads in them and cause him loss. And people began to call him the great miser and the most greedy man.
Fairy tale "Eyeglasses"
Brothers Grimm
The beautiful girl was lazy and slovenly. When she had to spin, she was annoyed at every knot in linen yarn and immediately broke it to no avail and threw it in a heap on the floor.
She had a maid - a hardworking girl: it happened that everything that the impatient beauty threw away would be collected, unraveled, cleaned and thinly rolled. And she accumulated so much of such matter that it was enough for a pretty dress.
A young man wooed a lazy beautiful girl, and everything was already prepared for the wedding.
At a bachelorette party, a diligent maid danced merrily in her dress, and the bride, looking at her, said mockingly:
"Look, how she dances! How merry she is! And she herself dressed up in my hair!"
The groom heard this and asked the bride what she wanted to say. She told the groom that this maid had woven a dress for herself from the same linen that she had discarded from her yarn.
As the groom heard this, he understood that the beauty was lazy, and the maid was zealous for work, he approached the maid, and chose her as his wife.
Fairy tale "Turnip"
Russian traditional
Grandfather planted a turnip and says:
Grow, grow, turnip, sweet! Grow, grow, turnip, strong!
The turnip has grown sweet, strong, big, big.
The grandfather went to pick a turnip: he pulls, he pulls, he cannot pull it out.
Grandpa called grandma.
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
The grandmother called her granddaughter.
Granddaughter for grandmother
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
They pull, they pull, they can't pull it out.
Granddaughter called Zhuchka.
Bug for granddaughter
Granddaughter for grandmother
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
They pull, they pull, they can't pull it out.
Bug called the cat.
Cat for a bug
Bug for granddaughter
Granddaughter for grandmother
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
They pull, they pull, they can't pull it out.
The cat called the mouse.
Mouse for a cat
Cat for a bug
Bug for granddaughter
Granddaughter for grandmother
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
Pull-pull - and pulled out a turnip. So the turnip's fairy tale is over, and whoever listened - well done! 
Fairy tale "Sun and cloud"
Gianni Rodari
The sun merrily and proudly rolled across the sky on its fiery chariot and generously scattered its rays - in all directions!
And everyone had fun. Only the cloud got angry and grumbled in the sun. And no wonder - she was in a thunderous mood.
- You're a spender! - the cloud frowned. - Leaky hands! Throw, throw your beams! Let's see what you're left with!
And in the vineyards, each berry caught the sun's rays and rejoiced in them. And there was not such a blade of grass, a spider or a flower, there was not even such a drop of water that would not try to get its piece of the sun.
- Well, spend more! - the cloud did not let up. - Spend your wealth! You will see how they will thank you when you have nothing left to take!
The sun was still merrily rolling across the sky and giving away its rays in millions, billions.
When it counted them at sunset, it turned out that everything was in place - look, every single one!
Upon learning of this, the cloud was so surprised that it immediately scattered into hail. And the sun splashed cheerfully into the sea.
Fairy tale "Sweet porridge"
Brothers Grimm
Once upon a time there was a poor, modest girl alone with her mother, and they had nothing to eat. Once the girl went into the forest and met an old woman on the way, who already knew about her miserable life and gave her an earthen pot. He had only to say: “Pot, cook!” - and tasty, sweet millet porridge will be cooked in it; and just tell him: “Potty, stop it!” - and the porridge will stop cooking in it. The girl brought a pot home to her mother, and now they got rid of poverty and hunger and began to eat sweet porridge whenever they wanted.
Once the girl left home, and the mother says: “Pot, cook!” - and porridge began to boil in it, and the mother ate her fill. But she wanted the pot to stop cooking porridge, but she forgot the word. And now he cooks and cooks, and the porridge is already creeping over the edge, and all the porridge is being cooked. Now the kitchen is full, and the whole hut is full, and porridge is creeping into another hut, and the street is all full, as if it wants to feed the whole world; and a great misfortune happened, and not a single person knew how to help that grief. Finally, when only the house remains intact, a girl comes; and only she said: “Pot, stop it!” - he stopped cooking porridge; and the one who had to go back to the city had to eat his way through the porridge. 
Fairy tale "Black grouse and the fox"
Tolstoy L.N.
The black grouse was sitting on a tree. The fox came up to him and said:
- Hello, black grouse, my friend, as soon as I heard your voice, I came to visit you.
“Thank you for your kind words,” said the grouse.
The fox pretended not to hear, and said:
– What are you talking about? I can not hear. You, black grouse, my friend, would go down to the grass for a walk, talk to me, otherwise I won’t hear from the tree.
Teterev said:
- I'm afraid to go to the grass. It is dangerous for us birds to walk on the ground.
Or are you afraid of me? - said the fox.
“Not you, I’m afraid of other animals,” said the black grouse. - There are all kinds of animals.
- No, black grouse, my friend, today the decree has been announced so that there will be peace throughout the earth. Now the animals do not touch each other.
“That’s good,” said the black grouse, “otherwise the dogs are running, if only in the old way, you would have to leave, but now you have nothing to be afraid of.”
The fox heard about the dogs, pricked up her ears and wanted to run.
– Where are you? - said the grouse. - After all, now the decree, the dogs will not be touched.
- And who knows! - said the fox. Maybe they didn't hear the order.
And she ran away.
Fairy tale "The Tsar and the Shirt"
Tolstoy L.N.
One king was sick and said:
“I will give half of the kingdom to the one who will cure me.
Then all the wise men gathered and began to judge how to cure the king. No one knew. Only one wise man said that the king can be cured. He said:
- If you find a happy person, take off his shirt and put it on the king, the king will recover.
The king sent to look for a happy person in his kingdom; but the ambassadors of the king traveled all over the kingdom for a long time and could not find a happy person. There was not a single one that was satisfied with everyone. Who is rich, let him be ill; who is healthy, but poor; who is healthy and rich, but his wife is not good; and whoever has children who are not good - everyone complains about something.
Once, late in the evening, the king's son was walking past the hut, and he heard someone say:
- Here, thank God, I've worked out, eaten and go to bed; what else do i need?
The king's son was delighted, ordered to take off this man's shirt, and give him money for it, as much as he wants, and take the shirt to the king.
The messengers came to the happy man and wanted to take off his shirt; but the happy one was so poor that he had no shirt on.
Tale "Chocolate Road"
Gianni Rodari
Three little boys lived in Barletta - three brothers. Somehow they were walking outside the city and suddenly saw some strange road - even, smooth and all brown.
- What, I wonder, is this road made of? The older brother was surprised.
“I don’t know from what, but not from planks,” the middle brother remarked.
They wondered, wondered, and then knelt down and licked the road with their tongues.
And the road, it turns out, was all lined with chocolate bars. Well, the brothers, of course, were not at a loss - they began to regale themselves. Piece by piece - they did not notice how the evening came. And they all gobble up chocolate. So we ate it all the way! Not a piece of her is left. As if there was no road at all, no chocolate!
– Where are we now? The older brother was surprised.
“I don’t know where, but it’s not Bari!” the middle brother replied.
The brothers were confused - they did not know what to do. Fortunately, a peasant came out to meet them, returning from the field with his cart.
“Let me take you home,” he offered. And he took the brothers to Barletta, right up to the house.
The brothers began to get out of the cart and suddenly saw that it was all made of cookies. They rejoiced and, without thinking twice, began to gobble her up on both cheeks. There was nothing left of the cart - no wheels, no shafts. Everyone ate.
That's how lucky one day three little brothers from Barletta. No one has ever been so lucky, and who knows if they will ever be.
