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?
A sly Fox and 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 answered.
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.
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.
Good fairy tales for children from the series: Like this! It is recommended to read to children from 1 to 101 years old, fairy tales with deep meaning, modern, interesting and understandable to children.
If you want to raise a kind and sympathetic child, help him do the right thing in difficult situations. life situations, then be sure to read instructive bedtime stories to your baby.
A series of good instructive tales about a boy - Fedya Egorov.
1. Fedya Egorov's meeting with Puss in Boots or Fedya's new transformation into a mouse
The brothers Fedya and Vasya Egorov have long wanted to have real slingshots. Sometimes Fedya made aluminum wire slingshots for himself and his brother. The boys used these slingshots to shoot at targets with paper bullets, but they wanted to have big slingshots made of real wooden slingshots.
The brothers' passion for the slingshot appeared and then disappeared. But this time it was definitely the last, because the events associated with shooting from a slingshot were extraordinary, they were not just events, but real adventures. And this time the guys had a slingshot not made of wire, but a real one made from a poplar branch with a leather sight on a wide medical tourniquet. From this slingshot it was possible to shoot real stones. Dad made this slingshot for his sons.
Taking the word from his sons that they would shoot with a slingshot only at an inanimate target marked on the wall of the shed, dad and sons went to the nearby forest. They took with them everything they needed to make slingshots: a knife, two leather tongues from Vasya's old boots, and a medical rubber tourniquet. By noon, all three returned with a bouquet of flowers for their mother, with a glass of fragrant strawberries for tea, and with two fresh slingshots.
Fedya and Vasya were in merry excitement. They vied with each other touting their slingshots, telling their mother how far they managed to shoot with them in the forest, and even speculated about who would hit the target on the barn wall how many times. …
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 swung 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 Fedya. 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 prescribed medicine for her 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 stands 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 small, his kindergarten no one offended or teased.
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!
Konstantin Ushinsky "Children in the Grove"
Two children, brother and sister, went to school. They had to pass by a beautiful, shady grove. It was hot and dusty on the road, but cool and cheerful in the grove.
— Do you know what? brother said to sister. “We still have time to go to school. The school is now stuffy and boring, but in the grove it should be a lot of fun. Listen to the birds screaming there, and how many squirrels, how many squirrels jump on the branches! Shall we go there, sister?
The sister liked the brother's proposal. The children threw the alphabet into the grass, joined hands and disappeared between the green bushes, under the curly birch trees. It was definitely fun and noisy in the grove. The birds fluttered incessantly, singing and shouting; squirrels jumped on the branches; insects scurried about in the grass.
First of all, the children saw the golden bug.
“Play with us,” the children said to the bug.
“I would love to,” replied the beetle, “but I don’t have time: I have to get myself dinner.”
“Play with us,” the children said to the yellow, furry bee.
- I have no time to play with you, - the bee answered, - I need to collect honey.
- Will you play with us? the children asked the ant.
But the ant had no time to listen to them: he dragged a straw three times his size and hurried to build his cunning dwelling.
The children turned to the squirrel, suggesting that she also play with them, but the squirrel waved its fluffy tail and replied that it should stock up on nuts for the winter. The dove said, "I'm building a nest for my little babies."
A gray bunny ran to the stream to wash its muzzle. The white strawberry flower also had no time to take care of children: it took advantage of the beautiful weather and hurried to prepare its juicy, tasty berry on time.
The children got bored that everyone was busy with their own business and no one wanted to play with them. They ran to the stream. Murmuring on the stones, the stream ran through the grove.
- You certainly have nothing to do, - the children told him, - Play with us.
- How! I have nothing to do? the stream murmured angrily. Oh, you lazy kids! Look at me: I work day and night and do not know a moment of peace. Am I not singing people and animals? Who, besides me, washes clothes, turns mill wheels, carries boats and puts out fires? Oh, I have so much work that my head is spinning, - added the stream and began to murmur over the stones.
The children became even more bored, and they thought that it would be better for them to go to school first, and then, on their way from school, go into the grove. But at that very moment the boy noticed a tiny, beautiful robin on a green branch. She seemed to be sitting very calmly, whistling a merry song out of nothing to do.
- Hey, you merry sing-along! the boy shouted to the robin. “You seem to have absolutely nothing to do: play with us.”
- How? the offended robin whistled. - I have nothing to do? Haven't I been catching midges all day to feed my little ones! I am so tired that I cannot raise my wings, and now I lull my dear children with a song. What did you do today, little sloths? They didn’t go to school, they didn’t learn anything, they run around the grove, and even interfere with other people’s work. Better go where you were sent, and remember that it is only pleasant for him to rest and play, who has worked and done everything that he had to do.
The children were ashamed; they went to school, and although they came late, they studied diligently.
Georgy Skrebitsky "Everyone in his own way"
In the summer in the forest, in a clearing, a hare was born to a long-eared hare. He was not born helpless, naked, like some kind of mice or squirrels, not at all. He was born in gray fluffy fur, with open eyes, so smart, independent, he could immediately run and even hide from enemies in thick grass.
“You’ve done well with me,” the hare told him in her hare language. “Lie here quietly under a bush, don’t run anywhere, and if you start running, jumping, there will be traces of your paws on the ground.” A fox or a wolf will stumble upon them, they will immediately find you on the trail and eat you. Well, be smart, relax, gain more strength, but I need to run, stretch my paws.
And the hare, having made a big jump, galloped off into the forest. Since then, the hare fed not only own mother, but also other hares, those that accidentally ran into this clearing. After all, the hares have got it so from time immemorial: a hare stumbles upon a baby, she doesn’t care whether she’s her own or someone else’s, she will definitely feed her with milk.
Soon the hare was completely strong, grew up, began to eat juicy grass and run through the forest, getting to know its inhabitants - birds and animals.
The days were fine, there was plenty of food around, and in the thick grass, in the bushes it was easy to hide from enemies.
The hare lived for himself, did not grieve. So, without caring about anything, he lived obliquely a warm summer.
But now autumn has come. It got cold. The trees withered. The wind tore off the withered leaves from the branches and circled over the forest. Then the leaves fell to the ground. They lay there restlessly: all the time fussing, whispering among themselves. And from this the forest was filled with an alarming rustle.
The hare could hardly sleep. Every minute he was alert, listening to suspicious sounds. It seemed to him that it was not the leaves rustling in the wind, but something terrible creeping up on him from behind the bushes.
The hare often jumped up during the day, ran from place to place, looking for safer shelters. Searched and did not find.
But, running through the forest, he saw a lot of new, interesting things that he had never seen before in the summer. He noticed that all his forest acquaintances - animals and birds - were fussing about something, doing something.
Once he met a squirrel, but she did not jump, as usual, from branch to branch, but descended to the ground, picked a boletus mushroom, then grabbed it tightly in her teeth and jumped up a tree with him. There, the squirrel stuck the mushroom into the fork between the knots. The hare saw that several mushrooms were already hanging on the same tree.
“Why are you tearing them up and hanging them on knots?” - he asked.
- What do you mean why? the squirrel replied. Winter will come soon, everything will be covered with snow, then it will be difficult to get food. So now I'm in a hurry to prepare more stocks. I dry mushrooms on boughs, I collect nuts and acorns in hollows. Don't you stock up on food for the winter?
“No,” answered the hare, “I don’t know how to do it.” The bunny mom didn't teach me.
“Your deeds are bad,” the squirrel shook her head. - Then insulate your nest at least better, plug all the cracks with moss.
“Yes, I don’t even have a nest,” the hare was embarrassed. - I sleep under a bush, where necessary.
"Well, that's no good!" - the household squirrel spread its paws. “I don’t know how you will survive the winter without food supplies, without a warm nest.
And she again set to her chores, and the bunny sadly jumped on.
It was already evening, the hare reached a deaf ravine. There he stopped and listened attentively. Down the ravine with a slight noise every now and then small lumps of earth rolled down.
The hare got up on its hind legs to get a better look at what was going on there in front. Yes, this is a badger fussing near the hole. The hare ran up to him and greeted him.
“Hello, oblique,” replied the badger. - Are you jumping? So sit down, sit down. Wow, I'm tired, even my paws hurt! Look how much earth was dug out of the hole.
"Why are you ditching her?" the bunny asked.
- By winter, I clean the hole so that it is more spacious. I’ll clean it out, then I’ll drag the moss, the fallen leaves there, I’ll make a bed. Then I'm not afraid of winter. Lie down, lie down.
“And the squirrel advised me to build a nest for the winter,” said the hare.
“Don’t listen to her,” the badger waved his paw. She learned how to build nests in trees from birds. Empty job. Animals need to live in a hole. This is the way I live. Help me dig better escape routes out of the hole. We will arrange everything as it is necessary, we will climb into the hole, we will spend the winter together.
“No, I don’t know how to dig a hole,” answered the hare. “Yes, and I won’t be able to sit underground in a hole, I’ll suffocate there.” It is better to rest under a bush.
- Here the frost will soon show you how to rest under a bush! the badger replied angrily. “Well, if you don’t want to help me, then run wherever you want. Don't bother me making a home.
Not far from the water, someone big, clumsy was fumbling near the aspen. “The beaver, he is the very one,” the hare saw, and in two jumps he found himself near him.
"Hey buddy, what are you doing here?" the bunny asked.
“Yes, I’m working, nibbling aspen,” the beaver answered slowly. - I’ll throw it on the ground, then I’ll start biting the branches, pulling them into the river, I’ll warm my hut for the winter. You see, on the island is my house - it is built entirely of boughs, and the cracks are smeared with silt, inside I am warm, comfortable.
- How do you get into your house? the bunny asked. - The entrance is nowhere to be seen.
- The entrance to my hut is arranged below, under water. I will swim to the island, dive to the very bottom, and there I will find the entrance to my house. There is no better animal house than my hut. Let's insulate it together for the winter, together we will winter.
- No, - answered the hare, - I don’t know how to dive and swim under water, I’ll drown right away, I’d rather spend the winter under a bush.
“You shouldn’t want to spend the winter with me,” the beaver answered and began to gnaw on the aspen.
Suddenly something rustles in the bushes! Oblique already wanted to take to his heels, but then an old acquaintance, a hedgehog, looked out of the fallen leaves.
- Hello, buddy! he shouted. - Are you so sad, ears hanging out?
“My friends upset me,” answered the hare. - They say that you need to build a warm nest or a hut for the winter, but I don’t know how.
- Build a hut? the hedgehog laughed. - That's nonsense! You better do what I do: every night I eat more heartily, store more fat, and when there is enough reserve, then it will start to make me sleepy. Then I will climb into the fallen leaves, into the moss, curl up in a ball and fall asleep for the whole winter. And when you sleep, then neither frost nor wind are afraid of you.
“No,” answered the hare, “I won’t be able to sleep through the whole winter.” My sleep is sensitive, disturbing, I wake up every minute from every rustle.
“Well, then do as you like,” answered the hedgehog. - Farewell, it's time for me to look for a place for my winter sleep.
And the animal again disappeared into the bushes.
The hare trudged further through the forest. Wandered, wandered. The night has already passed, the morning has come. He got out into the clearing. She looks - many, many thrushes have gathered on her. All the trees are stuck around and jumping on the ground, shouting, cracking, arguing about something.
- What are you arguing about? the hare asked the thrush, which was sitting closer to him.
- Yes, we are discussing when we fly from here to warm countries for the winter.
"Won't you stay in our forest for the winter?"
- What are you, what are you! the thrush was surprised. - In winter, snow will fall, cover all the earth and branches of trees. Where can you find food then? We fly with us to the south, where it is warm in winter and there is plenty of food.
“Don’t you see, I don’t even have wings,” the hare replied sadly. I'm an animal, not a bird. Animals cannot fly.
“That’s not true,” said the thrush. - Bats are also animals, but they fly no worse than us birds. They have already flown south to warm countries.
The hare did not answer the thrush, he only waved his paw and ran away.
“How will I winter? he thought anxiously. All the animals and birds prepare for winter in their own way. And I have neither a warm nest, nor food supplies, and I will not be able to fly south. I'll probably have to die of hunger and cold."
Another month has passed. Bushes and trees shed their last leaves. It's time for rain and cold. The forest became gloomy, dull. Most of the birds flew to warm countries. The animals hid in holes, in nests, in lairs. The hare was sad in the empty forest, and besides, trouble happened to him: the hare suddenly noticed that the skin on it began to turn white. Summer, gray wool was replaced by a new one - fluffy, warm, but completely white. First, the hind legs turned white, then the sides, then the back, and finally the head. Only the tips of the ears are black.
“How can I hide from enemies now? the hare thought with horror. “In a white coat, both the fox and the hawk will immediately notice me.” And the hare hid in the very wilderness, under the bushes, in the marshy thickets. However, even there, a white fur coat could easily betray him to the keen eye of a predator.
But one day, when the hare was lying, climbing under a bush, he saw that everything around him somehow suddenly darkened. The sky was covered with clouds; however, it did not rain from them, but something white and cold fell down.
The first snowflakes swirled in the air, began to settle on the ground, on the faded grass, on the bare branches of bushes and trees. With every second, the snow fell thicker and thicker. It was already impossible to see the nearest trees. Everything drowned in a continuous white stream.
The snow stopped only in the evening. The sky cleared, the stars came out, bright and radiant, like blue frosty needles. They lit up the fields and forests, dressed up, covered with a white veil of winter.
Night had already fallen, and the hare was still lying under a bush. He was afraid to get out of his ambush and go for a night walk on this unusually white land.
Finally, hunger nevertheless forced him to leave the shelter and look for food.
Finding it was not so difficult - the snow only slightly covered the ground and did not even hide the smallest bushes.
But a completely different misfortune happened: as soon as the hare jumped out from under the bushes and ran across the clearing, he saw with horror that a string of his tracks stretched behind him everywhere.
“Following such tracks, any enemy can easily find me,” thought the scythe.
Therefore, when in the morning he again went on a daytime rest, the hare, even more carefully than before, confused his tracks.
Only after doing this, he hid under a bush and dozed off.
But winter brought with it more than just grief. When dawn broke, the hare saw with joy that his white fur coat was completely invisible on the white snow. The bunny seemed to be dressed in an invisibility fur coat. In addition, it was much warmer than his summer gray skin, perfectly saved from frost and wind.
“Winter is not so terrible,” the hare decided and calmly dozed off for the whole day until evening.
But only the beginning of winter turned out to be so pleasant, and then things went from bad to worse. There was a lot of snow. It was almost impossible to tear it open to get to the surviving greenery. The hare ran in vain through the high snowdrifts in search of food. It was not often that he managed to chew on some twig sticking out from under the snow.
Once, running in search of food, the hare saw the forest giants of elks. They calmly stood in the aspen and gnawed with appetite the bark and shoots of young aspens.
“Let me try,” thought the hare. “But the trouble is: elk have high legs, long necks, it’s easy for them to reach young shoots, but how can I get it?”
But then a high snowdrift caught his eye. The hare jumped on it, stood on its hind legs, easily reached out to the young, thin branches and began to gnaw them. Then he gnawed the bark of the aspen. All this seemed very tasty to him, and he ate his fill.
“So the snow hasn’t done much trouble,” the scythe decided. “He hid the grass, but he let it get to the branches of the bushes and trees.”
Everything would be fine, only the frost and the wind began to pester the hare. Even a warm coat did not save him.
There was nowhere to hide from the cold in the bare winter forest.
"Wow, how cold!" - said the oblique, running through the forest clearing to warm up a little.
The day had already come, it was high time to go on vacation, but the hare still could not find a place for himself to hide from the icy wind.
Birch trees grew on the very edge of the clearing. Suddenly, the hare saw that large forest birds, black grouse, were calmly sitting on them and feeding. They flew here to feast on the catkins that hung at the ends of thin branches.
- Well, you've eaten - it's time to rest, - the old black grouse said to his brothers. “Let’s hide in the minks from the angry wind.”
“What kind of minks can grouse have?” - the bunny was surprised.
But then he saw that the old black grouse, having fallen off the branch, fell in a lump right into the snow, as if diving into the water. Other black grouse did the same, and soon the whole flock disappeared under the snow.
"Is it really warm in there?" - the hare was surprised and decided to immediately try to dig a snow mink for himself. And what? In the mink under the snow it turned out to be much warmer than on the surface. The wind did not blow, and the frost pestered much less.
Since then, the hare has become quite accustomed to how he spends the winter. A white fur coat in a white forest hid him from the eyes of the enemy, snowdrifts helped him get to the succulent shoots, and a deep mink in the snow saved him from the cold. The hare felt in the winter among the snow-covered bushes no worse than in the summer in the green flowering thickets. He did not even notice how the winter had passed.
And now the sun warmed up again, melted the snow, the grass turned green again, the leaves on the bushes and trees blossomed. From southern countries the birds returned.
A bustling squirrel crawled out of its nest where it hid in the winter from the cold. A badger, a beaver and a prickly hedgehog got out of their shelters. Each of them told about how he spent the long winter. Everyone believed that he spent it better than others. And all together they were surprised, looking at the hare. How, poor fellow, did he spend the winter without a warm nest, without a hole, without food supplies? And the bunny listened to his friends and only laughed. After all, he lived quite well in the winter in his snow-white invisible fur coat.
Even now, in the spring, he also wore an invisibility coat, only different, the color of the earth - not white, but gray.
Alexander Kuprin "Elephant"
The little girl is unwell. Every day Dr. Mikhail Petrovich, whom she has known for a long time, visits her. And sometimes he brings with him two more doctors, strangers. They turn the girl over on her back and on her stomach, listen to something with her ear to her body, pull her eyelids down and look. At the same time, they somehow importantly snore, their faces are strict, and they speak among themselves in an incomprehensible language.
Then they move from the nursery to the living room, where their mother is waiting for them. Most chief doctor- tall, gray-haired, in gold glasses - tells her about something seriously and for a long time. The door is not closed, and the girl from her bed can see and hear everything. She does not understand much, but she knows that it is about her. Mom looks at the doctor with big, tired, tear-stained eyes. Saying goodbye, the head doctor says loudly:
Most importantly, don't let her get bored. Fulfill all her whims.
“Ah, doctor, but she wants nothing!”
“Well, I don’t know… remember what she liked before, before her illness. Toys... some treats...
— No, no, doctor, she doesn't want anything...
- Well, try to entertain her somehow ... Well, at least with something ... I give you my word of honor that if you manage to make her laugh, cheer up, then this will be the best medicine. Understand, then, that your daughter is sick with indifference to life, and nothing else ... Goodbye, madam!
“Dear Nadia, my dear girl,” says my mother, “do you want something?”
“No, Mom, I don’t want anything.
- If you want, I will put all your dolls on your bed. We will supply an armchair, a sofa, a table and a tea set. The dolls will drink tea and talk about the weather and the health of their children.
- Thank you, mom ... I don’t feel like ... I’m bored ...
“Well, okay, my girl, don’t need dolls. Or maybe call Katya or Zhenechka to you? You love them so much.
- Don't, Mom. The truth is, you don't have to. I don't want anything, I don't want anything. I am so bored!
Do you want me to bring you some chocolate?
But the girl does not answer and looks at the ceiling with motionless, sad eyes. She has no pain and no fever. But she is getting thinner and weaker every day. Whatever they do to her, she doesn't care, and she doesn't need anything. So she lies for whole days and whole nights, quiet, sad. Sometimes she will doze off for half an hour, but even in her dream she sees something gray, long, boring, like an autumn rain.
When the door to the living room is opened from the nursery, and further into the study from the living room, the girl sees her father. Dad walks quickly from corner to corner and smokes, smokes. Sometimes he comes into the nursery, sits on the edge of the bed and softly strokes Nadia's legs. Then suddenly he gets up and goes to the window.
He whistles something, looking out into the street, but his shoulders are shaking. Then he hurriedly puts the handkerchief to one eye, to the other, and, as if angry, goes to his office. Then he again runs from corner to corner and everything ... smokes, smokes, smokes ... And the office becomes all blue from tobacco smoke.
But one morning the girl wakes up a little more cheerful than usual. She saw something in a dream, but she cannot remember what it was, and looks long and attentively into her mother's eyes.
- Do you need something? Mom asks.
But the girl suddenly remembers her dream and says in a whisper, as if in secret:
- Mom ... can I have ... an elephant? Just not the one shown in the picture ... Can I?
- Of course, my girl, of course, you can.
She goes to the office and tells her dad that the girl wants an elephant. Dad immediately puts on his coat and hat and leaves somewhere. Half an hour later he returns with an expensive, beautiful toy. This is a big gray elephant, which itself shakes its head and waves its tail; the elephant has a red saddle, and on the saddle is a golden tent, and three little men are sitting in it. But the girl looks at the toy as indifferently as she does at the ceiling and walls, and says languidly:
- No. It's not like that at all. I wanted a real, live elephant, but this one is dead.
“Just look, Nadya,” says dad. “We’ll wind him up now, and he’ll be just, just like a living thing.
The elephant is turned on with a key, and, shaking his head and waving his tail, he begins to step over his feet and slowly walks along the table. The girl is not at all interested and even bored, but in order not to upset her father, she whispers meekly:
“I thank you very, very much, dear papa. I think no one has such an interesting toy... Only... remember... after all, you promised to take me to the menagerie to see a real elephant... and you never took me...
“But listen, my dear girl, understand that this is impossible. The elephant is very big, it's up to the ceiling, it won't fit in our rooms... And besides, where can I get it?
- Dad, I don’t need such a big one ... Bring me at least a small one, only alive. Well, at least here, like this ... At least a baby elephant ...
“Dear girl, I’m glad to do everything for you, but I can’t do this. After all, it's the same as if you suddenly told me: dad, get me the sun from the sky.
The girl smiles sadly.
“What a fool you are, dad. Don't I know that the sun can't be reached because it burns. And the moon is also impossible. No, I would like an elephant... a real one.
And she quietly closes her eyes and whispers:
— I'm tired... Excuse me, dad...
Dad grabs his hair and runs into the office. There he flickers from corner to corner for a while. Then he resolutely throws a half-smoked cigarette on the floor (for which he always gets it from his mother) and shouts to the maid:
- Olga! Coat and hat!
The wife comes into the front.
Where are you, Sasha? she asks.
He breathes heavily as he buttons up his coat.
“I myself, Mashenka, don’t know where... Only it seems that by tonight I will actually bring here, to us, a real elephant.”
His wife looks at him worriedly.
"Darling, are you well?" Do you have a headache? Maybe you didn't sleep well today?
“I didn’t sleep at all,” he replies.
angrily. I see you want to ask if I'm crazy? Not yet. Goodbye! Everything will be visible in the evening.
And he disappears, slamming the front door loudly.
Two hours later, he sits in the menagerie, in the first row, and watches how the learned animals, at the order of the owner, make different things. Clever dogs jump, somersault, dance, sing to music, put words from large cardboard letters. Monkeys - some in red skirts, others in blue pants - walk on a tightrope and ride a big poodle. Huge red lions gallop through burning hoops. A clumsy seal fires a pistol. Finally, the elephants are brought out. There are three of them: one large, two very small, dwarfs, but still much larger than a horse. It is strange to watch how these huge animals, seemingly so clumsy and heavy, perform the most difficult tricks that even a very dexterous person cannot do. The largest elephant is especially distinguished. He first stands on his hind legs, sits down, stands on his head, feet up, walks on wooden bottles, walks on a rolling barrel, turns the pages of a large cardboard book with his trunk, and finally sits down at the table and, tied with a napkin, dines, just like a well-bred boy .
The show ends. The spectators disperse. Nadia's father approaches the fat German, the owner of the menagerie. The owner stands behind a wooden partition and holds a large black cigar in his mouth.
“Excuse me, please,” Nadya’s father says. - Can you let your elephant go to my house for a while?
The German opens his eyes wide in surprise and then his mouth, causing the cigar to fall to the ground. Groaning, he bends down, picks up the cigar, puts it back in his mouth, and only then says:
— Let go? Elephant? Home? I do not understand.
It can be seen from the German’s eyes that he also wants to ask if Nadya’s father has a headache... But the father hastily explains what’s the matter: his only daughter, Nadya, is sick with some strange disease, which even the doctors don’t understand how follows. She has been lying in bed for a month, losing weight, getting weaker every day, not interested in anything, bored and slowly fading away. Doctors tell her to entertain, but she doesn't like anything, they tell her to fulfill all her desires, but she has no desires. Today she wanted to see a live elephant. Is it really impossible to do this? And he adds in a trembling voice, taking the German by the button of his coat:
- Well, here ... Of course, I hope that my girl will recover. But... God save... what if her illness ends badly... what if the girl dies?
The German frowns and scratches his left eyebrow with his little finger in thought. Finally he asks:
— Hm... And how old is your girl?
“Um… My Lisa is also six. Um... But, you know, it will cost you dearly. You will have to bring the elephant at night and only take it back the next night. During the day you can't. The public will gather, and there will be one scandal ... Thus, it turns out that I lose the whole day, and you must return the loss to me.
“Oh, of course, of course… don’t worry about it…”
- Then: will the police allow one elephant to enter one house?
- I'll arrange it. Allow.
- Another question: will the owner of your house allow one elephant to enter his house?
- Let me. I am the owner of this house.
— Aha! This is even better. And then another question: which floor do you live on?
— In the second.
— Hm... It's not so good anymore... Do you have a wide staircase in your house, a high ceiling, a large room, wide doors and a very strong floor. Because my Tommy is three arshins and four inches high and five and a half arshins long. In addition, it weighs one hundred and twelve pounds.
Nadia's father thinks for a minute.
— Do you know what? he says. “Let’s go to my place now and look at everything on the spot. If necessary, I will order to expand the passage in the walls.
- Very good! - agrees the owner of the menagerie.
At night, the elephant is taken to visit a sick girl. In a white blanket, he strides importantly along the very middle of the street, shaking his head and twisting and then developing his trunk. Around him, despite the late hour, a large crowd. But the elephant does not pay attention to her: every day he sees hundreds of people in the menagerie. Only once did he get a little angry.
Some street boy ran up to his very feet and began to grimace for the amusement of onlookers. Then the elephant calmly took off his hat with his trunk and threw it over the neighboring fence, studded with nails.
The policeman walks among the crowd and persuades her:
“Gentlemen, please leave. And what do you find so unusual here? I'm surprised! It's like they've never seen a live elephant on the street.
They come to the house. On the stairs, as well as all along the path of the elephant, all the way to the dining room, all the doors were thrown wide open, for which it was necessary to beat off the door locks with a hammer. The same was done once when a large miraculous icon was brought into the house. But in front of the stairs, the elephant stops in anxiety and becomes stubborn.
“We must give him some kind of treat ...” says the German. - Some sweet bun or something ... But ... Tommy! .. Wow ... Tommy! ..
Nadine's father runs to a nearby bakery and buys a big round pistachio cake. The elephant feels like swallowing it whole, along with the cardboard box, but the German only gives him a quarter. The cake is to Tommy's taste, and he holds out his trunk for a second slice. However, the German turns out to be more cunning. Holding a delicacy in his hand, he climbs up from step to step, and the elephant with an outstretched trunk, with splayed ears, involuntarily follows him. On the court, Tommy gets the second piece.
Thus, he is brought to the dining room, from where all the furniture has been taken out in advance, and the floor is thickly covered with straw ... The elephant is tied by the leg to a ring screwed into the floor. Put before him fresh carrots, cabbage and turnips. The German is located nearby, on the couch. The lights go out and everyone goes to bed.
The next day, the girl wakes up a little before light and first of all asks:
- What about an elephant? He came?
“I came,” my mother answers, “but only he ordered Nadia to wash herself first, and then eat a soft-boiled egg and drink hot milk.
- Is he kind?
- He is kind. Eat, girl. Now we will go to him.
- Is he funny?
— A little. Put on a warm jacket.
The egg was eaten, the milk was drunk. They put Nadya in the same stroller in which she rode when she was still so small that she could not walk at all, and they are taken to the dining room.
The elephant turns out to be much larger than Nadia thought when she looked at it in the picture. He is only a little shorter than the door, and occupies half the dining room in length. The skin on it is rough, in heavy folds. The legs are thick as pillars.
A long tail with something like a broom at the end. Head in big cones. The ears are large, like mugs, and hang down. The eyes are quite tiny, but smart and kind. Fangs are cut off. The trunk is like a long snake and ends in two nostrils, and between them is a movable, flexible finger. If an elephant extended its trunk to its full length, it would probably reach the window with it. The girl is not scared at all. She is only a little struck by the enormous size of the animal. But the nanny, sixteen-year-old Polya, begins to squeal with fear.
The owner of the elephant, a German, comes up to the carriage and says:
— Good morning, young lady. Please don't be afraid. Tommy is very kind and loves children.
The girl holds out her little pale hand to the German.
- Hello. How are you? she answers. “I'm not at all afraid. And what is his name?
“Hi, Tommy,” the girl says, bowing her head. Because the elephant is so big, she does not dare to speak to him in you. - How did you sleep that night?
She holds out her hand to him. The elephant carefully takes and shakes her thin fingers with his movable strong finger and does it much more gently than Dr. Mikhail Petrovich. At the same time, the elephant shakes its head, and its small eyes are completely narrowed, as if laughing.
Does he understand everything? the German girl asks.
“Oh, absolutely everything, young lady!
But he doesn't speak?
Yes, but he doesn't speak. You know, I also have one daughter, just as small as you. Her name is Liza. Tommy is a big, very big buddy with her.
“Have you had your tea yet, Tommy?” the elephant girl asks.
The elephant again stretches out its trunk and blows a warm strong blow into the very face of the girl.
breathing, causing the light hair on the girl's head to fly in all directions.
Nadia laughs and claps her hands. The German laughs hard. He himself is as big, fat and good-natured as an elephant, and it seems to Nadia that they both look alike. Maybe they are related?
— No, he didn't drink tea, young lady. But he enjoys drinking sugar water. He also loves buns.
They bring a tray of rolls. The girl feeds the elephant. He deftly grabs the bun with his finger and, bending his trunk into a ring, hides it somewhere down under his head, where his funny, triangular, furry lower lip moves. You can hear the bun rustling against dry skin. Tommy does the same with the other roll, and the third, and the fourth, and the fifth, and nods his head in gratitude, and his little eyes narrow even more with pleasure. And the girl laughs happily.
When all the rolls are eaten, Nadia introduces the elephant to her dolls:
“Look, Tommy, this fancy doll is Sonya. She is a very kind child, but a little capricious and does not want to eat soup. And this is Natasha, Sonya's daughter. She is already starting to learn and knows almost all the letters. And here is Matryoshka. This is my very first doll. See, she doesn't have a nose, and her head is glued on, and there's no more hair. But still, you can’t kick the old woman out of the house. Really, Tommy? She used to be Sonya's mother, and now she serves as our cook. Well, let's play, Tommy: you will be a dad, and I will be a mom, and these will be our children.
Tommy agrees. He laughs, takes Matryoshka by the neck and drags it into his mouth. But this is just a joke. Having lightly chewed the doll, he again puts it on the girl's knees, though a little wet and rumpled.
Then Nadia shows him big book with pictures and explains:
- This is a horse, this is a canary, this is a gun ... Here is a cage with a bird, here is a bucket, a mirror, a stove, a shovel, a crow ... And this, look, this is an elephant! Doesn't it really look like it? Are elephants really that small, Tommy?
Tommy finds that there are never such little elephants in the world. In general, he does not like this picture. He grabs the edge of the page with his finger and turns it over.
The hour of dinner comes, but the girl cannot be torn away from the elephant. The German comes to the rescue
“Let me arrange it all. They will have lunch together.
He orders the elephant to sit down. The elephant obediently sits down, which causes the floor in the whole apartment to shake, the dishes in the closet rattle, and plaster falls from the ceiling of the lower tenants. A girl sits in front of him. A table is placed between them. The tablecloth is tied around the elephant's neck, and the new friends begin to dine. The girl is eating chicken soup and a cutlet, and the elephant is eating various vegetables and a salad. The girl is given a tiny glass of sherry, and the elephant warm water with a glass of rum, and he happily pulls this drink out of the bowl with his trunk. Then they get a sweet - a girl a cup of cocoa, and an elephant half a cake, this time hazelnut. The German at this time is sitting with dad in the living room and with the same pleasure as the elephant, he drinks beer, only in larger quantities.
After dinner, some of my father's acquaintances come, they are warned about the elephant in the hall so that they are not afraid. At first they do not believe, and then, seeing Tommy, they press close to the door.
Don't be afraid, he's kind! The girl reassures them. But the acquaintances hurriedly leave for the living room and, without spending even five minutes, leave.
Evening comes. Late. It's time for the girl to sleep. However, it cannot be pulled away from the elephant. She falls asleep next to him, and she is already sleepy taken to the nursery. She doesn't even hear her being undressed.
That night, Nadia sees in a dream that she has married Tommy and they have many children, small, cheerful elephants. The elephant, which was taken to the menagerie at night, also sees in a dream a sweet, affectionate girl. In addition, he dreams of large cakes, walnut and pistachio, the size of a gate ...
In the morning the girl wakes up cheerful, fresh, and, as in the old days, when she was still healthy, she shouts to the whole house, loudly and impatiently:
- Mo-loch-ka!
Hearing this cry, mother happily crosses herself in her bedroom.
But the girl immediately remembers yesterday and asks:
- And the elephant?
They explain to her that the elephant has gone home on business, that he has children who cannot be left alone, that he asked to bow to Nadia and that he is waiting for her to visit him when she is healthy.
The girl smiles slyly and says:
"Tell Tommy I'm all right now!"
Mikhail Prishvin "Children and ducklings"
A little wild duck, the whistling teal, finally decided to transfer her ducklings from the forest, bypassing the village, into the lake to freedom. In the spring, this lake overflowed far, and a solid place for a nest could be found only three miles away, on a hummock, in a marshy forest. And when the water subsided, I had to travel all three miles to the lake.
In places open to the eyes of a man, a fox and a hawk, the mother walked behind, so as not to let the ducklings out of sight even for a minute. And near the forge, when crossing the road, she, of course, let them go ahead. Here the guys saw them and threw their hats. All the time while they were catching ducklings, the mother ran after them with her beak open and flew in different directions for several steps in the greatest excitement. The guys were just about to throw their hats on their mother and catch her like ducklings, but then I approached.
- What will you do with the ducklings? I asked the guys sternly.
They got scared and answered:
- Let's go.
- Here's something "let go"! I said angrily. Why did you have to catch them? Where is mother now?
- He's sitting there! - the guys answered in unison. And they pointed me to a close mound of a fallow field, where the duck really sat with its mouth open from excitement.
“Quickly,” I ordered the guys, “go and return all the ducklings to her!”
They even seemed to rejoice at my order and ran with the ducklings up the hill. The mother flew off a little and, when the guys left, she rushed to save her sons and daughters. In her own way, she said something quickly to them and ran to the oat field. Ducklings ran after her - five pieces. And so through the oat field, bypassing the village, the family continued their journey to the lake.
Joyfully, I took off my hat and, waving it, shouted:
— Good luck, ducklings!
The guys laughed at me.
“What are you laughing at, fools? I said to the guys. Do you think it's so easy for ducklings to get into the lake? Just wait, wait for the university exam. Take off all your hats, shout "goodbye!".
And the same hats, dusty on the road while catching ducklings, rose into the air; All the children shouted at once:
- Goodbye, ducklings!
Mikhail Prishvin "Fox bread"
Once I walked in the forest all day and returned home in the evening with rich booty. I took off my heavy bag from my shoulders and began to spread my goods on the table.
- What kind of bird is this? Zinochka asked.
"Terenty," I answered.
And he told her about the black grouse, how he lives in the forest, how he mumbles in the spring, how he pecks at birch buds, picks berries in the swamps in autumn, and warms himself from the wind under the snow in winter. He also told her about the hazel grouse, showed her that he was grey, with a tuft, and whistled into a pipe in a hazel grouse and let her whistle. I also poured a lot of porcini mushrooms, both red and black, on the table. I also had a bloody stoneberry in my pocket, and blueberries, and red lingonberries. I also brought with me a fragrant lump of pine resin, gave the girl a sniff and said that trees are treated with this resin.
Who is treating them there? Zinochka asked.
“They are curing themselves,” I replied. - Sometimes a hunter comes, he wants to rest, he will stick an ax into a tree and hang a bag on an ax, and he will lie down under a tree. Sleep, rest. He takes out an ax from a tree, puts on a bag, leaves. And from the wound from the ax made of wood, this fragrant tar will run and this wound will be tightened.
Also, on purpose for Zinochka, I brought various wonderful herbs by leaf, by root, by flower: cuckoo's tears, valerian, Peter's cross, hare cabbage. And just under the hare cabbage I had a piece of black bread: it always happens to me that when I don’t take bread to the forest, I’m hungry, but I take it, I forget to eat it and bring it back. And Zinochka, when she saw black bread under my hare cabbage, was stunned:
“Where did the bread come from in the forest?”
- What's so amazing about that? After all, there is cabbage there ...
- Hare...
- And the bread is lisichkin. Taste.
Carefully tasted and began to eat.
- Good fox bread.
And ate all my black bread clean. And so it went with us. Zinochka, such a copula, often doesn’t even take white bread, but when I bring fox bread from the forest, she always eats it all and praises:
- Chanterelle's bread is much better than ours!
Yuri Koval "Grandfather, woman and Alyosha"
The grandfather and the woman argued about who their grandson looked like.
Baba says:
Alyosha looks like me. The same smart and economic.
Alyosha says:
- That's right, that's right, I'm all in a woman.
Grandfather says:
- And, in my opinion, Alyosha looks like me. He has the same eyes - beautiful, black. And he will probably grow the same big beard when Alyosha grows up himself.
Alyosha wanted to grow the same beard, and he says:
“That’s right, that’s right, I look more like my grandfather.”
Baba says:
- What a big beard will grow, it is still unknown. But Alyosha is much more like me. He, like me, loves tea with honey, gingerbread, jam and cheesecakes. But the samovar has just ripened. Now let's see who Alyosha looks more like.
Alyosha thought a little and said:
“Perhaps, I still look a lot like a woman.
Grandfather scratched his head and said:
- Tea with honey is not a complete resemblance. But Alyosha, just like me, loves to harness a horse, and then ride a sled into the forest. Now let's lay down the sled and go to the forest. There, they say, moose showed up, they nibble hay from our haystack. We must look.
Alyosha thought and thought and said:
- You know, grandfather, I get so strange in life. I look like a woman for half a day, and like you for half a day. Now I’ll have some tea and I’ll immediately look like you.
And while Alyosha drank tea, he closed his eyes in the same way and puffed like a grandmother, and even when they raced on a sled into the forest, just like grandfather, he shouted: “But, oh, dear! Let's! Let's!" - and snapped the whip.
Yuri Koval "Stozhok"
By the bend of the Yalma River, in an old bath house, lived, by the way, Uncle Zui.
He lived not alone, but with his granddaughter Nyurka, and he had everything he needed - both chickens and a cow.
“Just don’t have a pig,” Uncle Zui said. - And for what good man pig?
Back in the summer, Uncle Zui mowed the grass in the forest and swept a stack of hay, but he didn’t just sweep it away - cunningly: he put the stack not on the ground, as everyone does, but right on the sled, so that it would be more convenient to take the hay out of the forest in winter.
And when winter came, Uncle Zui forgot about that hay.
“Grandfather,” says Nyurka, “why don’t you bring hay from the forest?” Oh, did you forget?
What kind of hay? - Uncle Zui was surprised, and then slapped his forehead and ran to the chairman to ask for a horse.
The chairman gave the horse a good, strong one. On it, Uncle Zui soon reached the place. He looks - his stack is covered with snow.
He began to scatter the snow around the sleigh with his foot, then looked back - there was no horse: she was gone, damned!
He ran after him - he caught up, but the horse does not go to the haystack, it rests.
“Why would she,” Uncle Zui thinks, “resists something?”
Finally, Uncle Zui harnessed her to the sleigh.
- But-oh-oh! ..
Uncle Zui smacks his lips, screams, but the horse does not move - the runners are firmly frozen to the ground. I had to tap on them with a hatchet - the sleigh started off, and a stack was on them. So it goes, as it stood in the forest.
Uncle Zui walks from the side, smacking his lips at the horse.
By dinner time we reached the house, Uncle Zui began to unharness.
- What did you bring, Zuyushko?! Pantelevna shouts to him.
- Hay, Pantelevna. Why else?
- And what do you have in your cart?
Uncle Zui looked and as he stood, he sat down in the snow. Some kind of terrible, crooked and furry muzzle stuck out from the cart - a bear!
"R-ru-u-u! .."
The bear stirred on the cart, tilted the haystack to one side and fell out into the snow. He shook his head, grabbed the snow in his teeth and ran into the forest.
- Stop! shouted Uncle Zui. - Hold him, Pantelevna!
The bear barked and disappeared into the trees.
The people began to gather.
The hunters have come, and I, of course, with them. We crowd, look at bear tracks.
Hunter Pasha says:
- Look what a lair he came up with - Zuev Stozhok.
And Pantelevna screams, frightened:
- How did he not bite you, Zuyushko? ..
- Yes, - said Uncle Zui, - now the hay will smell like bear meat. Even a cow will probably not take him in his mouth.
Any fairy tale is a story invented by adults in order to teach a child how to behave in a given situation. All edifying tales give the child life experience, are allowed to understand worldly wisdom in a simple and understandable way.
Short, instructive and interesting fairy tales make it possible to form a harmonious personality out of a child. They also make children think and reflect, develop fantasy, imagination, intuition and logic. Fairy tales usually teach children to be kind and courageous, giving them the meaning of life - to be honest, to help the weak, to respect elders, to make their own choice and be responsible for it.
Instructive kind tales help kids understand where is good and where is evil, distinguish truth from lies, and also teach what is good and what is bad.
About the squirrel
One little boy bought a squirrel at the fair. The squirrel lived in a cage and no longer hoped that the boy would carry it into the forest and let it go. But once the boy was cleaning the cage in which the squirrel lived and forgot to close it with a loop after cleaning. The squirrel jumped out of the cage and first jumped to the window, jumped onto the windowsill, jumped from the window into the garden, from the garden to the street and galloped into the nearby forest.
The squirrel met her friends and relatives there. Everyone was very happy, hugging the squirrel, kissing and asking where she disappeared, how she lived and how she was doing. The squirrel says that she lived well, the owner-boy fed her deliciously, groomed and cherished her, looked after, stroked and took care of his little pet every day.
Of course, other squirrels began to envy our squirrel, and one of the girlfriends asked why the squirrel left such a good owner who took such good care of her. The squirrel thought for a second and answered that the owner took care of her, but she lacked the most important thing, but we didn’t hear what, because the wind rustled in the forest and last words the squirrels drowned in the noise of the leaves. And you guys, what do you think, what did the squirrel lack.
This short tale has a very deep subtext, it shows that everyone needs freedom and the right to choose. This fairy tale is instructive, it is suitable for children 5-7 years old, you can read it to your kids and have short discussions with them.
Educational cartoon for children, Forest Tale cartoon about animals
Russian tales
About a playful cat and an honest starling
Once upon a time there lived a kitten and a starling in the same house. Somehow the hostess went to the market, and the kitten played out. He began to catch his tail, then he chased a ball of thread around the room, jumped onto a chair and wanted to jump onto the windowsill, but broke the vase.
The kitten was frightened, let's collect the pieces of the vase in a heap, I wanted to collect the vase back, but you just can’t return what you did. The cat says to the starling:
- Oh, and I get from the hostess. Starling, be a friend, don't tell the hostess that I broke the vase.
The starling looked at this, and said:
- I won’t tell, but only the fragments will say everything for me.
This instructive fairy tale for children will teach kids 5-7 years old to understand that they need to be responsible for their actions, as well as think before doing anything. The meaning behind this story is very important. Such short and kind fairy tales for children with an unambiguous meaning will be useful and informative.
Russian fairy tales: Three woodcutters
Folk tales
About Helper Bunny
In the forest thicket, in a clearing, together with other animals, the Helper Hare lived. Neighbors called him that because he always helped everyone. Either the Hedgehog will help bring the brushwood to the mink, then the Bear will help the raspberry to collect. Zaika was kind and cheerful. But misfortune happened in the clearing. The Bear's son, Mishutka, got lost, went in the morning to the edge of the clearing to collect raspberries, and went into the bowl.
Mishutka did not notice how he got lost in the forest, ate a sweet raspberry and did not notice how he went far from home. Sits under a bush and cries. Mother Bear noticed that her baby was not there, and it was already evening, she went to the neighbors. But there is no child anywhere. Then the neighbors got together and went to look for Mishutka in the forest. They walked for a long time, called, right up to midnight. But no one answers. The animals returned to the edge of the forest and decided to continue the search tomorrow morning. They went home, had dinner and went to bed.
Only the Helper Bunny decided to stay up all night and continue searching. He walked with a flashlight through the forest, calling Mishutka. He hears someone crying under the bush. I looked in, and there, crying, shivering, Mishutka was sitting. I saw a Helper Bunny and was very happy.
Bunny and Mishutka returned home together. Mom-bear was delighted, thanks Bunny-helper. All the neighbors are proud of the Bunny, after all, he was able to find Mishutka, the hero, did not give up halfway through.
This interesting fairy tale teaches children that they need to insist on their own, not to give up what they started halfway through. Also, the meaning of the fairy tale is that you can’t be led by your desires, you need to think so as not to get into such a difficult situation as Mishutka. Read such short fairy tales for your children 5-7 years old at night.
Fairy tale wolf and seven kids. Audio fairy tales for children. Russians folk tales
Bedtime stories
About the calf and the rooster
Once a calf was nibbling at the grass near the fence, and a cockerel came up to him. The cockerel began to look for grain in the grass, but suddenly he saw a leaf of cabbage. The cockerel was surprised and pecked at a leaf of cabbage and said indignantly:
The cockerel did not like the taste of a leaf of cabbage and he decided to offer his calf. The rooster tells him:
But the calf did not understand what was the matter and what the cockerel wanted and said:
The cockerel says:
– Ko! - and points to a leaf with its beak.
- Moo??? - the calf will not understand everything.
So the cockerel and calf stand and say:
– Ko! Moo! Co! Moo!
But the goat heard them, sighed, came up and said:
Me-me-me!
Yes, I ate a cabbage leaf.
Such a fairy tale will be interesting for children 5-7 years old, it can be read to kids at night.
Little fairy tales
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:
"Hi, mate, 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, “he who smells nettles is not taken by a 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 Hare Hut. Russian folk tales for children. Bedtime story
Illustrations for fairy tales
Many of the fairy tales that you will read to kids are accompanied by colorful illustrations. When choosing illustrations for fairy tales to show them to children, try to make the animals look like animals in the drawings, they have the correct body proportions and well-drawn clothing details.
This is very important for children 4-7 years old, since at this age an aesthetic taste is formed and the child makes his first attempts to draw animals and other heroes of fairy tales. At 5-7 years of age, the baby should understand what proportions animals have and be able to schematically depict them on paper on their own.
