An invaluable source of wisdom and inspiration for the child. In this section, you can read your favorite fairy tales online for free and give children the first important lessons in the world order and morality. It is from the magical story that children learn about good and evil, and also that these concepts are far from absolute. Each fairy tale has a short description , which will help parents choose a topic that is relevant for the age of the child, and provide him with a choice.
| Name of the fairy tale | Source | Rating |
|---|---|---|
| Vasilisa the Beautiful | Russian traditional | 324759 |
| Morozko | Russian traditional | 219990 |
| Aibolit | Korney Chukovsky | 926963 |
| Adventures of Sinbad the Sailor | Arabian tale | 209228 |
| Snowman | Andersen H.K. | 123349 |
| Moidodyr | Korney Chukovsky | 920974 |
| Ax porridge | Russian traditional | 241297 |
| The Scarlet Flower | Aksakov S.T. | 1320166 |
| Teremok | Russian traditional | 356862 |
| Fly Tsokotukha | Korney Chukovsky | 954048 |
| Mermaid | Andersen H.K. | 392881 |
| Fox and crane | Russian traditional | 194034 |
| Barmaley | Korney Chukovsky | 421379 |
| Fedorino grief | Korney Chukovsky | 713260 |
| Sivka-Burka | Russian traditional | 174831 |
| Green oak near Lukomorye | Pushkin A.S. | 717940 |
| Twelve months | Samuil Marshak | 750359 |
| The Bremen Town Musicians | Brothers Grimm | 260082 |
| Puss in Boots | Charles Perrault | 389622 |
| The Tale of Tsar Saltan | Pushkin A.S. | 592838 |
| The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish | Pushkin A.S. | 548876 |
| The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Bogatyrs | Pushkin A.S. | 270347 |
| The Tale of the Golden Cockerel | Pushkin A.S. | 223933 |
| Thumbelina | Andersen H.K. | 172857 |
| The Snow Queen | Andersen H.K. | 229370 |
| Walkers | Andersen H.K. | 27224 |
| sleeping Beauty | Charles Perrault | 88165 |
| Little Red Riding Hood | Charles Perrault | 208193 |
| Tom Thumb | Charles Perrault | 144179 |
| Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs | Brothers Grimm | 150487 |
| Snow White and Scarlet | Brothers Grimm | 39968 |
| The wolf and the seven Young goats | Brothers Grimm | 128226 |
| hare and hedgehog | Brothers Grimm | 121919 |
| Mrs. Metelitsa | Brothers Grimm | 84195 |
| sweet porridge | Brothers Grimm | 175566 |
| Princess on the Pea | Andersen H.K. | 102330 |
| Crane and Heron | Russian traditional | 26740 |
| Cinderella | Charles Perrault | 283468 |
| Tale of the Silly Mouse | Samuil Marshak | 305631 |
| Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves | Arabian tale | 122296 |
| Magic lamp of Aladdin | Arabian tale | 200444 |
| cat, rooster and fox | Russian traditional | 115474 |
| Hen Ryaba | Russian traditional | 289891 |
| fox and cancer | Russian traditional | 83386 |
| Sister fox and wolf | Russian traditional | 72496 |
| Masha and the Bear | Russian traditional | 247384 |
| The Sea King and Vasilisa the Wise | Russian traditional | 79194 |
| Snow Maiden | Russian traditional | 50414 |
| Three piglets | Russian traditional | 1667667 |
| ugly duck | Andersen H.K. | 118485 |
| Wild Swans | Andersen H.K. | 51155 |
| Flint | Andersen H.K. | 70721 |
| Ole Lukoye | Andersen H.K. | 110534 |
| Persistent tin soldier | Andersen H.K. | 44265 |
| Baba Yaga | Russian traditional | 120370 |
| Magic pipe | Russian traditional | 121119 |
| magic ring | Russian traditional | 143311 |
| Woe | Russian traditional | 20566 |
| Swan geese | Russian traditional | 68720 |
| Daughter and stepdaughter | Russian traditional | 21797 |
| Ivan Tsarevich and the Grey Wolf | Russian traditional | 62353 |
| Treasure | Russian traditional | 45228 |
| Kolobok | Russian traditional | 151109 |
| living water | Brothers Grimm | 78050 |
| Rapunzel | Brothers Grimm | 124511 |
| Rumplestiltskin | Brothers Grimm | 40684 |
| A pot of porridge | Brothers Grimm | 72589 |
| King Thrushbeard | Brothers Grimm | 24726 |
| little men | Brothers Grimm | 55282 |
| Hansel and Gretel | Brothers Grimm | 30037 |
| golden goose | Brothers Grimm | 37865 |
| Mrs. Metelitsa | Brothers Grimm | 20580 |
| Worn out shoes | Brothers Grimm | 29512 |
| Straw, coal and bean | Brothers Grimm | 26247 |
| twelve brothers | Brothers Grimm | 20574 |
| Spindle, hook and needle | Brothers Grimm | 26535 |
| Friendship of a cat and a mouse | Brothers Grimm | 34203 |
| Wren and bear | Brothers Grimm | 26929 |
| royal children | Brothers Grimm | 21827 |
| Brave little tailor | Brothers Grimm | 33722 |
| crystal ball | Brothers Grimm | 57046 |
| queen bee | Brothers Grimm | 36769 |
| Smart Gretel | Brothers Grimm | 20730 |
| Three lucky people | Brothers Grimm | 20620 |
| Three spins | Brothers Grimm | 20547 |
| Three snake leaves | Brothers Grimm | 20570 |
| Three brothers | Brothers Grimm | 20575 |
| glass mountain old man | Brothers Grimm | 20577 |
| Tale of the fisherman and his wife | Brothers Grimm | 20530 |
| underground man | Brothers Grimm | 27352 |
| Donkey | Brothers Grimm | 22753 |
| Ocheski | Brothers Grimm | 20399 |
| The Frog King, or Iron Henry | Brothers Grimm | 20584 |
| six swans | Brothers Grimm | 23210 |
| Marya Morevna | Russian traditional | 38984 |
| Miraculous miracle, wonderful miracle | Russian traditional | 39943 |
| two frosts | Russian traditional | 36995 |
| The most expensive | Russian traditional | 31167 |
| Miraculous shirt | Russian traditional | 36749 |
| frost and hare | Russian traditional | 36506 |
| How the fox learned to fly | Russian traditional | 44911 |
| Ivan the Fool | Russian traditional | 33771 |
| Fox and jug | Russian traditional | 24577 |
| bird language | Russian traditional | 21265 |
| soldier and devil | Russian traditional | 20577 |
| crystal mountain | Russian traditional | 24058 |
| Tricky Science | Russian traditional | 26261 |
| smart guy | Russian traditional | 20658 |
| Snow Maiden and Fox | Russian traditional | 58502 |
| Word | Russian traditional | 20625 |
| fast messenger | Russian traditional | 20570 |
| Seven Simeons | Russian traditional | 20557 |
| About the old grandmother | Russian traditional | 22372 |
| Go there - I don't know where, bring something - I don't know what | Russian traditional | 47502 |
| By pike command | Russian traditional | 64878 |
| Rooster and millstones | Russian traditional | 20564 |
| Shepherd's Pipe | Russian traditional | 31063 |
| petrified kingdom | Russian traditional | 20625 |
| About rejuvenating apples and living water | Russian traditional | 33885 |
| Goat Dereza | Russian traditional | 31955 |
| Ilya Muromets and the Nightingale the Robber | Russian traditional | 25466 |
| cockerel and bean seed | Russian traditional | 50657 |
| Ivan - peasant son and miracle yudo | Russian traditional | 26440 |
| Three Bears | Russian traditional | 436700 |
| Fox and black grouse | Russian traditional | 22240 |
| Tar barrel goby | Russian traditional | 69995 |
| Baba Yaga and berries | Russian traditional | 34973 |
| Battle on the Kalinov Bridge | Russian traditional | 20740 |
| Finist-clear falcon | Russian traditional | 48366 |
| Princess Nesmeyana | Russian traditional | 122844 |
| Tops and roots | Russian traditional | 52866 |
| Winter hut of animals | Russian traditional | 38469 |
| flying ship | Russian traditional | 67839 |
| Sister Alyonushka and brother Ivanushka | Russian traditional | 34958 |
| Cockerel golden comb | Russian traditional | 42555 |
| Zayushkina hut | Russian traditional | 124921 |
Listening to fairy tales, children not only acquire the necessary knowledge, but also learn to build relationships in society, relating themselves to one or another fictional character. On the experience of the relationship between fairy tale characters the child understands that it is not worth unconditionally trusting strangers. Our site presents the most famous fairy tales for your children. Choose interesting fairy tales in the presented table.
Why is it useful to read fairy tales?
Various plots of the fairy tale help the child to understand that the world around him can be contradictory and rather complicated. While listening to the adventures of the hero, children are confronted virtually with injustice, hypocrisy and pain. But this is how a baby learns to appreciate love, honesty, friendship and beauty. Always having a happy ending, fairy tales help the kid to be an optimist and resist all kinds of troubles in life.
The entertainment component of fairy tales should not be underestimated. Listening to exciting stories has a lot of advantages, for example, in comparison with watching cartoons - there is no threat to the baby's vision. Moreover, listening to children's fairy tales performed by parents, the baby learns many new words and learns to correctly articulate sounds. It is difficult to overestimate the importance of this, because scientists have long proven that nothing affects the future comprehensive development of a child like early speech development.
What are fairy tales for children?
Fairy tales there are different ones: magical - exciting children's imagination with a riot of fantasy; household - telling about a simple Everyday life, in which magic is also possible; about animals - where the leading characters are not people, but various animals so dearly loved by children. Our website presents a large number of such tales. Here you can read for free what will be interesting to the baby. Convenient navigation will help you make a search the right material fast and simple.
Read annotations to give the child the right to independently choose a fairy tale, because most modern child psychologists believe that the key to the future love of kids for reading lies in the freedom of choice of material. We give you and your child unlimited freedom in choosing wonderful children's fairy tales!
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, drank 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 afar.
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 everything kind people for joy.
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 she be called Tin-Din (that was the only word they could speak), and the 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. People knew, of course, and Smart People, of course. 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 the 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 up and were noisy like parrots along all the roads of the 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.
Created on 12/01/2014 04:32 PM Updated on 02/16/2017 10:19 AM
- "The Fox and the Bear" (Mordovian);
- "War of mushrooms with berries" - V. Dahl;
- "Wild Swans" - H.K. Andersen;
- "Chest-plane" - H.K. Andersen;
- "Voracious Shoe" - A.N. Tolstoy;
- "Cat on a Bicycle" - S. Black;
- “At the seashore, a green oak ...” - A.S. Pushkin;
- "Humpbacked Horse" - P. Ershov;
- "The Sleeping Princess" - V. Zhukovsky;
- "Mr. Au" - H. Myakelya;
- "The Ugly Duckling" - H.K. Andersen;
- “Everyone in his own way” - G. Skrebitsky;
- "Frog - Traveler" - V. Garshin;
- "Deniska's stories" - V. Dragunsky;
- "The Tale of Tsar Saltan" - A.S. Pushkin;
- "Moroz Ivanovich" - V. Odoevsky;
- "Mrs. Metelitsa" - Br. Grimm;
- "The Tale of Lost Time" - E. Schwartz;
- "Golden Key" - A.N. Tolstoy;
- "Guarantee little men" - E. Uspensky;
- "Black Chicken, or Underground Inhabitants" - A. Pogorelsky;
- “The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Bogatyrs” - A.S. Pushkin;
- "Elephant" - R. Kipling;
- "The Scarlet Flower" - K. Aksakov;
- "Flower - seven-flower" - V. Kataev;
- "The cat who could sing" - L. Petrushevsky.
Senior group(5-6 years old)
- "Winged, hairy and oily" (arr. Karanoukhova);
- "Princess - frog" (arr. Bulatov);
- "Bread Ear" - A. Remizov;
- "Grey neck" D. Mamin-Sibiryak;
- “Finist is a clear falcon” - r.n. fairy tale;
- "The Case with Evseika" - M. Gorky;
- “Twelve months” (translated by S. Marshak);
- "Silver Hoof" - P. Bazhov;
- "Doctor Aibolit" - K. Chukovsky;
- "Bobik visiting Barbos" - N. Nosov;
- “Boy - with - finger” - C. Perro;
- "Gullible hedgehog" - S. Kozlov;
- "Havroshechka" (arr. A.N. Tolstoy);
- "Princess - an ice floe" - L. Charskaya;
- "Thumbelina" - H. Andersen;
- "Flower - semi-light" - V. Kataev;
- "The Secret of the Third Planet" - K. Bulychev;
- "The Wizard of the Emerald City" (chapters) - A. Volkov;
- "Dog's grief" - B. Zahader;
- "The Tale of Three Pirates" - A. Mityaev.
Middle group (4-5 years old)
- “About the girl Masha, about the dog, the cockerel and the cat Thread” - A. Vvedensky;
- "Cheerful cow" - K. Ushinsky;
- "Zhurka" - M. Prishvin;
- The Three Little Pigs (translated by S. Marshak);
- "Chanterelle - sister and wolf" (arr. M. Bulatova);
- "Wintering" (arr. I. Sokolov-Mikitov);
- "The Fox and the Goat" (arr. O. Kapitsa;
- “About Ivanushka the Fool” - M. Gorky;
- "Telephone" - K. Chukovsky;
- "Winter's Tale" - S. Kozlova;
- "Fedorino grief" - K. Chukovsky;
- "The Bremen Town Musicians" - the Grimm brothers;
- "The Dog That Couldn't Bark" (translated from Danish by A. Tanzen);
- "Kolobok - prickly side" - V. Bianchi;
- "Who said "Meow!"?" - V. Suteev;
- "The Tale of the Ill-mannered Mouse".
II junior group(3-4 years)
- "Wolf and goats" (arr. A.N. Tolstoy);
- "Goby - a black barrel, a white hoof" (arr. M. Bulatov);
- “Fear has big eyes” (arr. M. Serova);
- "Visiting the sun" (Slovak fairy tale);
- "Two Greedy Little Bears" (Hungarian fairy tale);
- "Chicken" - K. Chukovsky;
- "Fox, hare, rooster" - r.n. fairy tale;
- "Rukovichka" (Ukrainian, arr. N. Blagina);
- “Cockerel and bean seed” - (arr. O. Kapitsa);
- "Three Brothers" - (Khakassian, translated by V. Gurov);
- “About a chicken, the sun and a bear cub” - K. Chukovsky;
- “a fairy tale about a brave Hare - long ears, slanting eyes, a short tail” - S. Kozlov;
- "Teremok" (arr. E. Charushina);
- "Fox-bass" (arr. V. Dahl);
- "Cunning Fox" (Koryak, translated by G. Menovshchikov);
- "Cat, rooster and fox" (arr. Bogolyubskaya);
- "Geese - swans" (arr. M. Bulatova);
- "Gloves" - S. Marshak;
- "The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish" - A. Pushkin.
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Saying
Our stories begin
Our fairy tales are woven
On the sea-ocean, on the island of Buyan.
There is a birch tree
A cradle hangs on it,
In the cradle, the bunny sleeps soundly.
Like my bunny
silk blanket,
feather down,
Pillow in the head.
Grandma is sitting next to me
Bunny tells fairy tales.
Old tales
Not short, not long:
About the cat
about the spoon
About the fox and about the bull,
About the crooked rooster...
About swan geese
About smart animals...
This is a saying, but fairy tales? —
Russian folk tale "Hare-bouncer"
There lived a hare in the forest. In the summer he lived well, and in the winter he was hungry.
Once he climbed up to one peasant on the threshing floor to steal sheaves, he sees: there are already many hares gathered there. 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 bunny went back into the forest, and the other hares told the aunt crow how the hare boasted. A crow flew off to look for a braggart. Found him under a bush and says:
- Well, tell me, how did you boast?
“But I don’t have a mustache, but a mustache, not paws, but paws, not teeth, but teeth.”
The crow patted his ears and said:
“Look, don’t brag anymore!”
The hare was frightened and promised not to brag anymore.
Once a crow was sitting on the fence, suddenly the dogs pounced on it and began to rattle it. He saw the hare, how the dogs shake the crow, and thinks: it would be necessary to help the crow.
And the dogs saw the hare, threw the crow and ran after the hare. The hare ran fast - the dogs chased him, chased, completely exhausted and lagged behind him.
The crow sits again on the fence, and the hare catches his breath and runs to her.
“Well,” the crow says to him, “you’ve done well: not a braggart, but a brave man!”
Russian folk tale "The Fox and the Jug"
A woman went out to the field to reap and hid a jug of milk in the bushes. The fox crept up to the jug, stuck its head into it, and lapped up the milk. It’s time to go home, but the trouble is that he can’t pull his head out of the jug.
The fox walks, shakes his head and says:
- Well, the jug, he was joking, and he will! Let me go, jug. Enough to spoil you - played, and will be!
The jug does not lag behind, at least what you want!
Fox angry:
“Wait, you won’t fall behind with honor, so I’ll drown you!”
The fox ran to the river and let's heat the jug.
The jug sank to drown, and dragged the fox behind him.
Russian folk tale "Finist - the Clear Falcon"
A peasant lived in a village with his wife; they had three daughters. The daughters grew up, and the parents grew old, and now the time has come, the turn has come - the peasant's wife died. The peasant began to raise his daughters alone. All three of his daughters were beautiful and equal in beauty, but different in disposition.
The old peasant lived in prosperity and felt sorry for his daughters. He wanted to take some kind of old woman into the yard, so that she would take care of the housework. And the younger daughter, Maryushka, says to her father:
- There is no need, father, to take a bean, I myself will take care of the house.
Mary was diligent. The elder daughters didn't say anything.
Maryushka began to take care of the housework instead of her mother. And she knows how to do everything, everything goes well with her, and what she doesn’t know how to get used to, and when she’s used to it, she also gets along with business. The father looks at the youngest daughter and rejoices. He was glad that he had Maryushka so clever, but hard-working and mild-tempered. And of herself Maryushka was good - a written beauty, and her beauty increased from kindness. Her older sisters were also beauties, only their own beauty did not seem enough to them, and they tried to add it with rouge and whitewash and dress up in new clothes. It used to be that two older sisters would sit and preen themselves all day, and by evening they were all the same as they were in the morning. They will notice that the day has passed, how much rouge and white they have worn out, but they have not become better, and they sit angry. And Maryushka will be tired by evening, but she knows that the cattle are fed, the hut is clean, she has prepared dinner, kneaded bread for tomorrow and the father will be pleased with her. She will look at the sisters with her joyful eyes and say nothing to them. And the older sisters then get even more angry. It seems to them that Marya was not like that in the morning, but by the evening she got prettier - why, they don’t know.
The need came for my father to go to the market. He asks his daughters:
- And what do you, kids, buy, how to please you?
The eldest daughter says to her father:
- Buy me, father, a half-shawl, so that the flowers on it are large and painted with gold.
- And for me, father, - the middle one says, - also buy a half-shawl with flowers that are painted with gold, and in the middle of the flowers so that there is red. And also buy me boots with soft tops, high heels, so that they stomp on the ground.
The eldest daughter was offended by the middle daughter and said to her father:
- And for me, father, and for me, buy boots with soft tops and heels so that they stomp on the ground. And also buy me a ring with a pebble on my finger - after all, I am your only eldest daughter.
The father promised to buy gifts, which the two older daughters punished, and asks the younger:
- And why are you silent, Maryushka?
“But, father, I don’t need anything. I don’t go anywhere from the yard, I don’t need outfits.
“Your lies, Maryushka! How can I leave you without a gift? I'll buy you a hotel.
“And you don’t need a present, father,” says the youngest daughter. - And buy me, dear father, Finist's feather - Yasna Falcon, if it will be cheap.
The father went to the market, he bought gifts for his eldest daughters, which they punished him, but he did not find Finista's feather - Yasna the falcon. I asked all merchants.
“No,” said the merchants, “there is no such product; demand, - they say, - there is no for him.
The father did not want to offend his youngest daughter, a hard-working smart girl, but he returned to the court, and did not buy Finista's feather - Yasna the falcon.
But Maryushka was not offended. She was glad that her father had returned home, and said to him:
- Nothing, father. Sometimes you go, then it will be bought, my feather.
Time passed, and again the father needed to go to the market. He asks his daughters what to buy for them as a gift: he was kind.
Big Daughter says:
- You bought me, father, boots the previous time, so let the blacksmiths now shoe the heels on those boots with silver horseshoes.
And the middle one hears the older one and says:
- And me, father, too, otherwise the heels knock, but do not ring - let them ring. And so that the carnations from the horseshoes are not lost, buy me another silver hammer: I will beat the carnations with them.
“And what would you like to buy, Maryushka?”
- And look, father, a feather from Finist - Yasna falcon: will it be, will it not.
The old man went to the bazaar, soon did his business and bought gifts for his older daughters, but for the younger daughter he was looking for a feather until the very evening, and that feather is not there, no one gives it to buy.
The father returned again without a gift for his youngest daughter. He felt sorry for Maryushka, but Maryushka smiled at her father and did not show her grief - she endured him.
Time passed, my father went to the market again.
- What do you, dear daughters, buy as a gift?
The eldest thought and did not immediately come up with what she needed.
- Buy me something, father.
The middle one says:
- And for me, father, buy something, and add something else to something.
- And you, Maryushka?
- And buy me, father, one feather of Finist - Yasna Falcon.
The old man went to the market. He did his business, bought gifts for his older daughters, but didn’t buy anything for the younger one: that feather is not in the market.
Father is going home, and he sees: he is walking along the road old man, older than him, completely dilapidated.
— Hello, grandfather!
“Hello to you too, honey. What is your gripe about?
- And how could she not be, grandfather! My daughter ordered me to buy her one feather Finista - Yasna Falcon. I was looking for that feather for her, but it is not there. And my daughter is the smallest, I feel sorry for her more than anyone else.
The old man thought for a moment and then said:
- So be it!
He untied his shoulder bag and took out a box.
- Hide, - he says, - a box, in it is a feather from Finist - Yasna Falcon. Yes, remember again: I have one son; You feel sorry for your daughter, but I feel sorry for my son. An does not want my son to marry, and the time has come for him. If he doesn't want to, he can't be forced. And he says to me: someone will ask you for this feather, you give it back, he says, - this is my bride asking.
The old old man said his words - and suddenly he is not there, he disappeared to no one knows where: he was or was not!
Maryushka's father was left with a feather in his hands. He sees that feather, but it is gray, simple. And you couldn't buy it anywhere.
The father remembered what the old man had told him, and thought: “It seems that this is the fate of my Maryushka - not knowing, not seeing to marry who knows who.”
The father came home, gave gifts to the older daughters, and gave the younger one a box with a gray feather.
The elder sisters dressed up and laughed at the younger:
- And you put your sparrow feather in your hair and show off.
Maryushka was silent, and when everyone had gone to bed in the hut, she put before her a simple, gray feather Finista - Yasna Sokol and began to admire it. And then Maryushka took the feather in her hands, held it with her, caressed it and accidentally dropped it on the floor.
Immediately someone hit the window. The window opened, and Finist, the Clear Falcon, flew into the hut. He kissed to the floor and turned into a fine young man. Maryushka closed the window and began talking to the fellow. And in the morning Maryushka opened the window, the good fellow bowed to the floor, the good fellow turned into a bright falcon, and the falcon left behind a simple, gray feather and flew away into the blue sky.
Maryushka welcomed the falcon for three nights. During the day he flew through the heavens, over the fields, over the forests, over the mountains, over the seas, and by night he flew to Maryushka and became a good fellow.
On the fourth night, the older sisters heard Maryushka's quiet conversation, they also heard the voice of a good fellow, and in the morning they asked the younger sister:
“Who are you talking to, sister, at night?”
“But I speak words to myself,” answered Maryushka. - I don’t have any friends, during the day I’m at work, I don’t have time to talk, and at night I talk to myself.
The older sisters listened to the younger sister, but did not believe her.
They said to the father:
“Father, Marya has a betrothed of ours, she sees him at night and talks to him. We have heard ourselves.
And the father answered them:
“You wouldn’t listen,” he says. - Why should our Maryushka not have a betrothed? There is nothing bad here, she is a good-looking girl and came out in her time. Your turn will come too.
“So Marya did not recognize her betrothed by the succession,” said the eldest daughter. “I would like to marry her first.”
“It is your truth,” the father reasoned. “So fate doesn’t count. Some bride sits in girls until old age, and another from youth is sweet to all people.
The father said this to his eldest daughters, and he himself thought: “Is the word of that old old man come true that he gave me a feather? There is no trouble, but will a good person be married to Maryushka?
And the older daughters had their own desire. As soon as it was time for evening, Maryushka's sisters took out the knives from the handles, and stuck the knives into the window frame and around it, and besides the knives they also stuck sharp needles and pieces of old glass there. Maryushka was cleaning the cow in the barn at that time and did not see anything.
And now, as it got dark, Finist - the Clear Falcon flies to Maryushkin's window. He flew to the window, hit sharp knives and needles and glass, fought and fought, wounded his whole chest, and Maryushka got tired during the day at work, she dozed off, waiting for Finist - Yasna the falcon, and did not hear how her falcon was beating at the window .
Then Finist said loudly:
Farewell, my red maiden! If you need me, you will find me, even though I will be far away! And before that, coming to me, you will wear out three pairs of iron shoes, you will erase three iron staffs on the roadside grass, you will gnaw out three stone loaves.
And through her slumber Maryushka heard the words of Finist, but she could not get up and wake up. And in the morning she woke up, her heart burned. She looked out the window, and in the window Finista's blood dries in the sun. Then Maryushka wept. She opened the window and fell face down to the place where Finist's blood was - Yasna the Falcon. Tears washed away the blood of the falcon, and Maryushka herself seemed to wash herself with the blood of her betrothed and became even more beautiful.
Maryushka went to her father and said to him:
- Do not scold me, father, let me go on a long journey. If I live, we will see each other, and if I die, I will know, it was written to me.
It was a pity for the father to let go of his beloved youngest daughter, who knows where. And it is impossible to force her to live at home. The father knew: the loving heart of the girl is stronger than the power of the father and mother. He said goodbye to his beloved daughter and let her go.
The blacksmith made Maryushka three pairs of iron shoes and three iron staffs, Maryushka also took three stone loaves, she bowed to the father and sisters, visited her mother's grave and set off on her way to look for the coveted Finist - Yasna Falcon.
Maryushka is walking along the path. She goes not a day, not two, not three days, she goes for a long time. She walked through a clear field, and a dark forest, she walked through high mountains. In the fields, birds sang songs to her, dark forests welcomed her, from high mountains she admired the whole world. Maryushka walked so much that she wore out one pair of iron shoes, she wore out her cast-iron staff on the road and gnawed away stone bread, but her path still does not end, and there is nowhere Finist - Yasna the falcon.
Then Maryushka sighed, sat down on the ground, she began to put on other iron shoes - and she sees a hut in the forest. And the night has come.
Maryushka thought: “I’ll go to the hut and ask people if they have seen my Finist - Yasna the Falcon?”
Maryushka knocked at the door. An old woman lived in that hut - good or evil, Maryushka did not know about that. The old woman opened the canopy - a red maiden stands in front of her.
- Let me go, grandmother, to spend the night.
- Come in, my dear, you will be a guest. How far are you going young?
— Far, close, I don’t know myself, grandmother. And I'm looking for Finist - Yasna the Falcon. Have you heard of him, grandmother?
- How not to hear! I'm old, I've been living in the world for a long time, I've heard about everyone! You have a long way to go, my dear.
The next morning the old woman woke Maryushka and said to her:
- Go, dear, now to my middle sister, she is older than me and knows more. Maybe she will teach you good things and tell you where your Finist lives. And so that you don’t forget me, the old one, take a silver bottom and a golden spindle, start spinning the tow - the golden thread will stretch. Take care of my gift as long as it is dear to you, and not dear to you - give it yourself.
Maryushka took the gift, admired it and said to the hostess:
- Thank you, grandma. Where should I go, in which direction?
And I'll give you a ball - a scooter. Where the ball rolls, and you follow him. And if you think about taking a break, you sit on the grass - and the ball will stop, it will be waiting for you.
Maryushka bowed to the old woman and followed the ball.
How long, how short Maryushka walked, she did not consider the path, she did not spare herself, but she sees: the forests are dark, terrible, grass grows in the fields without grain, prickly, the mountains are bare, stone, and the birds do not sing above the ground.
Maryushka sat down to change her shoes. She sees: the black forest is close, and the night is coming, and in the forest in one hut a light was lit in the window.
The ball rolled to that hut. Maryushka followed him and knocked on the window:
- Good hosts, let me spend the night!
An old woman came out onto the porch of the hut, older than the one who had previously welcomed Maryushka.
"Where are you going, red girl?" Who are you looking for in the world?
- I am looking, grandmother, for Finista - Yasna the falcon. I was with an old woman in the forest, I spent the night with her, she heard about Finist, but does not know him. Maybe, she said, her middle sister knows.
The old woman let Maryushka into the hut. And in the morning she woke up the guest and said to her:
- You will have a long way to look for Finista. I knew about him, but did not know. And now you go to our older sister, she should know. And so that you remember me, take a gift from me. In joy he will be your memory, and in need he will help.
And the old hostess gave her guest a silver saucer and a golden egg.
Maryushka asked the old mistress for forgiveness, bowed to her and followed the ball.
Maryushka is walking, and the land around her has become completely alien. She looks: one forest grows on earth, but there is no clean field. And the trees, the further the ball rolls, grow higher and higher. It became completely dark: the sun and the sky were not visible.
And Maryushka walked on and on in the darkness, until her iron shoes were worn through and through, and her staff was worn to the ground, and until she had gnawed away the last stone bread to the last crumb.
Maryushka looked around - what should she do? She sees her ball: it lies under the window near the forest hut.
Maryushka knocked on the window of the hut:
“Good hosts, shelter me from the dark night!”
An ancient old woman, the oldest sister of all old women, came out onto the porch.
“Go to the hut, dove,” he says. - Look where you came from! Further, no one lives on earth, I am extreme. you to another
side tomorrow in the morning it is necessary to keep the path. Who are you and where are you going?
Maryushka answered her:
“I'm not from here, grandma. And I'm looking for Finist - Yasna the Falcon.
The older old woman looked at Maryushka and said to her:
- Are you looking for Finist the Falcon? I know, I know him. I have been living in the world for a long time, so long ago that I recognized everyone, remembered everyone.
The old woman put Maryushka to bed, and woke her up the next morning.
“For a long time,” he says, “I didn’t do good to anyone. I live alone in the forest, everyone has forgotten about me, alone I remember everyone. I’ll do you good: I’ll tell you where your Finist - the Bright Falcon lives. And if you find him, it will be difficult for you. Finist the Falcon is now married, he lives with his mistress. It will be difficult for you, but you have a heart, but your heart and mind will come, and from the mind even the difficult will become easy.
Maryushka replied:
“Thank you, grandmother,” and she bowed to the ground.
You will thank me later. And here's a present for you - take from me a golden hoop and a needle: you hold the hoop, and the needle will embroider itself. Go now, and what you will have to do, you will go and find out for yourself.
Maryushka went as she was, barefoot. I thought: “As soon as I get there, the ground here is solid, alien, you need to get used to it.”
She didn't last long. And he sees: there is a rich courtyard in the clearing. And in the courtyard of the tower: the porch is carved, the windows are patterned. At one window sits a rich noble hostess and looks at Maryushka: what, they say, she needs.
Maryushka remembered: now she had nothing to put on, and she gnawed the last stone bread on the way.
She said to the owner:
— Hello, mistress! Don't you need a worker for bread, for clothes, I'll give you clothes?
“It is necessary,” the noble hostess replies. “But do you know how to heat stoves, and carry water, and cook dinner?”
- I lived with the father without a mother - I can do everything.
— Do you know how to spin, weave and embroider?
Maryushka remembered the gifts from old grandmothers.
“I can,” he says.
“Go then,” the hostess says, “to the people’s kitchen.”
Maryushka began to work and serve in someone else's rich yard. Maryushka's hands are honest, zealous - everything goes well with her.
The hostess looks at Maryushka and rejoices: she has never had such an obliging, kind, and intelligent worker; and Maryushka eats plain bread, drinks it down with kvass, but does not ask for tea. The mistress of her daughter boasted:
“Look,” he says, “what a worker we have in the yard - submissive and skillful and affectionate in her face!”
The landlady's daughter looked at Maryushka.
“Fu,” she says, “let her be affectionate, but I’m more beautiful than her, and I’m whiter in body!”
In the evening, as soon as she finished her household chores, Maryushka sat down to spin. She sat down on a bench, took out a silver bottom and a golden spindle, and spinned. She spins, a thread stretches from the tow, the thread is not simple, but golden; she spins, and she herself looks into the silver bottom, and it seems to her that she sees Finista there - Yasna the falcon: he looks at her, as if alive in the world. Maryushka looks at him and talks to him:
- My Finist, Finist - Clear Falcon, why did you leave me alone, bitter, to cry for you all my life? These are my sisters, women of separation, shed your blood.
And the landlady's daughter entered at that time into the people's hut, stands at a distance, looks and listens.
“What are you grieving about, girl? she asks. - And KE.KZ.I have fun in your hands?
Maryushka tells her:
- I mourn for Finist - the Bright Falcon. And this is me spinning a thread, I will embroider a towel for Finist - it would be something for him to wipe his white face in the morning.
“Sell me your fun!” says the owner's daughter. - An Finist something - my husband, I myself will spin the thread for him.
Maryushka looked at the landlady's daughter, stopped her golden spindle, and said:
- I have no fun, I have work in my hands. And the silver bottom - the golden spindle is not for sale: my kind grandmother gave it to me.
The master's daughter was offended: she did not want to lose the golden spindle from her hands.
“If it’s not for sale,” he says, “then let’s do it for me: I’ll also give you a thing.
“Give me,” said Maryushka, “let me take a look at Finist-Yasna Falcon at least once with one eye!”
The owner's daughter thought about it and agreed.
“Go ahead, girl,” she says. Give me your fun.
She took a silver bottom from Maryushka - a golden spindle, and she herself thinks: “I’ll show Finist to her for a while, nothing will happen to him, I’ll give him a sleeping potion, and through this golden spindle we will get rich at all!”
By night, Finist returned from the skies - the Clear Falcon; he turned into a good fellow and sat down to dine with the family: his mother-in-law and Finist with his wife.
The master's daughter ordered Maryushka to be called: let her serve at the table and look at Finist, how the agreement was. Maryushka appeared: she serves at the table, serves food and does not take her eyes off Finista. And Finist sits as if he is not there, - he did not recognize Maryushka: she was exhausted by the way, going to him, and her face changed from sadness for him.
The hosts dined; Finist got up and went to sleep in his room.
Maryushka then said to the young mistress:
— There are a lot of flies in the yard. I’ll go to Finist’s room in the upper room, I’ll drive away flies from him so that they won’t disturb him to sleep.
- Let her go! said the old lady.
The young mistress thought again here.
“But no,” he says, “let him wait.
And she herself went after her husband, gave him a sleeping potion to drink for the night and returned. “Perhaps,” the master’s daughter reasoned, “the worker has some other fun for such a barter!”
"Go now," she said to Maryushka. - Go drive the flies away from Finist!
Maryushka came to Finist's room and forgot about the flies. She sees: her heart friend is sleeping in deep sleep.
Maryushka looks at him, she can't see enough. She leaned close to him, breathes the same breath with him, whispers to him:
- Wake up, my Finist - Bright Falcon, it was I who came to you; I have trampled three pairs of iron shoes, I have worn out three iron staffs on the road, I have gnawed three stone loaves!
And Finist sleeps soundly, he does not open his eyes and does not say a word in response.
Finist's wife, the master's daughter, comes into the room and asks:
- Did you drive the flies away?
- I drove it away, - Maryushka says, - they flew out the window.
- Well, go to sleep in a human hut.
The next day, as Maryushka did all the housework, she took a silver saucer and rolled a golden egg on it: she rolls around - and a new golden egg rolls off the saucer; rolls around another time - and again a new golden egg rolls off the saucer.
I saw the owner's daughter.
“Really,” he says, “do you have such fun?” Sell it to me, or I'll trade you whatever you want, I'll give it to you.
Maryushka says to her in response:
- I can’t sell it, my kind grandmother gave it to me as a gift. And I'll give you a saucer with an egg for free. Come on, take it!
The owner's daughter took the gift and was delighted.
“Maybe you need something too, Maryushka?” Ask what you want.
Maryushka and asks in response:
- And I need the least. Allow me to drive the flies away from Finist again when you put him to rest.
“If you please,” says the young hostess.
And she herself thinks: “What will happen to her husband from the glance of a strange girl, and he will sleep from the potion, he won’t open his eyes, and the worker, maybe, has some other fun!”
By nightfall, again, as it was, Finist returned - the Bright Falcon from the skies, he turned into a good fellow and sat down at the table to dine with his family.
Finist's wife called Maryushka to serve at the table, to serve food. Maryushka serves food, puts cups, puts spoons, but she herself does not take her eyes off Finista. But Finist looks and does not see her - his heart does not recognize her.
Again, as it was, the master's daughter gave her husband a drink with sleeping potion and put him to bed. And Maryushka, the worker, was sent to him and told her to drive away the flies.
Maryushka came to Finist; she began to call him and cry over him, she thought that today he would wake up, look at her and recognize Maryushka.
Maryushka called him for a long time and wiped the tears from her face so that they would not fall on Finist's white face and wet it. But Finist was sleeping, he did not wake up and did not open his eyes in response.
On the third day, Maryushka finished all the chores in the evening, sat down on a bench in the people's hut, took out a gold hoop and a needle. She holds a golden hoop in her hands, and the needle itself embroiders on the canvas. Maryushka embroiders, she herself says:
- Embroider, embroider, my red pattern, embroider for Finist - Yasna the falcon, it would be something for him to admire!
The young hostess went and was nearby; she came to a people's hut, saw in Maryushka's hands a golden ring and a needle that she herself embroiders. Her heart was filled with envy and greed, and she says:
“Oh, Maryushka, dear little maiden! Give me such fun or whatever you want in exchange, take it! I also have a golden spindle, I will spin the yarn, I will spun the canvas, but I don’t have a golden tambourine with a needle - there is nothing to embroider with. If you don't want to give in exchange, then sell! I'll give you a price!
- It is forbidden! Maryushka says. “You can’t sell a golden hoop with a needle, or give it in exchange. The kindest, oldest grandmother gave them to me for nothing. And I will give them to you as a gift.
The young hostess took a ring with a needle, but Maryushka had nothing to give her, and she said:
- Come, if you want, from my husband, Finista, drive away the flies. You asked before.
“I’ll come, so be it,” said Maryushka.
After dinner, the young hostess at first did not want to give Finist a sleeping potion, but then she thought about it and added that potion to her drink: “Why should he look at the girl, let him sleep!”
Maryushka went into the room to the sleeping Finist. Her heart couldn't bear it now. She clung to his white chest and lamented:
- Wake up, wake up, my Finist, my clear falcon! I walked the whole earth, I'm coming to you! Three cast-iron staffs were tired of walking with me and were worn out on the ground, my feet wore out three pairs of iron shoes, I gnawed three stone loaves.
But Finist is asleep, he doesn’t smell anything, and he doesn’t hear Maryushka’s voice.
For a long time Maryushka wailed, woke up Finist for a long time, wept over him for a long time, and Finist would not have woken up: his wife's potion was strong. Yes, one hot tear of Maryushka fell on Finist's chest, and another tear fell on his face. One tear burned Finist's heart, and another opened his eyes, and he woke up at that very moment.
“Ah,” he says, “what burned me?
- My finist, bright falcon! Maryushka answers him. - Wake up to me, I came! For a long, long time I have been looking for you, I have worn iron and cast iron on the ground. They could not stand the road to you, but I endured! The third night I call you, and you sleep, you do not wake up, you do not answer my voice!
And then Finist, the Bright Falcon, recognized his Maryushka, the red maiden. And he was so delighted with her that he could not say a word for joy. He pressed Maryushka to his white chest and kissed her.
And when he woke up, accustomed to his joy, he said to Maryushka:
- Be my dove, my faithful red maiden!
And at that very moment he turned into a falcon, and Maryushka into a dove.
They flew away into the night sky and flew side by side all night until dawn.
And when they flew, Maryushka asked:
- Falcon, falcon, where are you flying, because your wife will miss you!
Finist-falcon listened to her and answered:
- I'm flying to you, red maiden. And who changes her husband on a spindle, on a saucer and on a needle, that wife does not need a husband and that wife will not get bored.
Why did you marry such a wife? Maryushka asked. Was your will not?
Sokol said:
- My will was, but there was no fate and love.
And at dawn they fell to the ground. Maryushka looked around; she sees: her parent's house stands as it was before. She wanted to see her father-parent, and immediately she turned into a red maiden. And Finist the Bright Falcon hit the ground on the cheese and became a feather.
Maryushka took a feather, hid it on her chest in her bosom, and came to her father.
- Hello, my little daughter, my love! I thought you didn't even exist. Thank you for not forgetting your father, for returning home. Where were you for so long, why didn't you hurry home?
“Forgive me, father. So I needed it.
- But it is necessary, it is necessary. Thanks for the need.
And it happened on a holiday, and a big fair opened in the city. The next morning my father was going to the fair, and the eldest daughters were going with him to buy presents for themselves.
The father also called the little one, Maryushka.
And Maryushka:
“Father,” he says, “I’m tired from the road, and I have nothing to put on myself. At the fair, tea, everyone will be smart.
“And I’ll dress you up there, Maryushka,” the father answers. - At the fair, tea, bargaining is big.
And the older sisters say to the younger:
“Put on our clothes, we have extra ones.
“Ah, sisters, thank you! Maryushka says. “Your dresses don’t suit me!” Yes, I'm fine at home.
“Well, have it your way,” her father tells her. - And what do you want to bring from the fair, what gift? Say, don't hurt your father!
“Ah, father, I don’t need anything: I have everything!” No wonder I walked far and got tired on the road.
My father and older sisters went to the fair. At the same time, Maryushka took out her feather. It hit the floor and became a beautiful good fellow, Finist, only even more beautiful than he was before. Maryushka was surprised, but for joy she said nothing. Then Finist said to her:
“Don’t be surprised at me, Maryushka, it’s because of your love that I became like that.
- I'm afraid of you! Maryushka said. - If you became worse, I would be better, it was calmer.
- And where is your parent - father?
- He went to the fair, and the older sisters with him.
- Why didn't you go with them, Maryushka?
- I have a Finist, a bright falcon. I don't need anything at the fair.
“And I don’t need anything,” Finist said, “I became rich from your love.”
Finist turned around from Maryushka, whistled through the window - now dresses, headdresses and a golden carriage appeared. They dressed up, got into the carriage, the horses rushed them in a whirlwind.
They arrived in the city for a fair, and the fair had just opened, all the rich goods and dishes were lying in a mountain, and the buyers were on the road.
Finist bought at the fair all the goods, all the dishes that were there, and ordered them to be transported by convoys to the village to Maryushka's parent. He did not buy only one wheel ointment, but left it at the fair.
He wanted all the peasants who would come to the fair to become guests at his wedding and go to him as soon as possible. And for a quick ride, they will need ointment.
Finist and Maryushka went home. They go fast, the horses do not have enough air from the wind.
Halfway along the road, Maryushka saw her father and older sisters. They still went to the fair and did not get there. Maryushka ordered them to return to the court, to her wedding with Finist the Bright Falcon.
And three days later, all the people that lived a hundred miles in the district gathered to visit; then Finist married Maryushka, and the wedding was rich.
At that wedding, our grandfathers and grandmothers were, they feasted for a long time, they called the bride and groom, they would not have dispersed from summer to winter, but it was time to harvest, the bread began to crumble; that is why the wedding ended and there were no guests left at the feast.
The wedding was over, and the guests forgot the wedding feast, but Maryushka's faithful, loving heart was forever remembered in Russian land.
Russian folk tale "Seven Simeons"
There lived an old man and an old woman.
The hour has come: the man is dead. He left seven twin sons, called seven Simeons.
Here they grow and grow, all one in one and face and article, and every morning all seven go out to plow the land.
It so happened that the tsar was driving on that side: he sees from the road that far away in the field they are plowing the land, as in a corvee - so many people! - and he knows that there is no lordly land in that direction.
So the tsar sends his equestrian to find out what kind of people they plow, what kind and rank, lordly or royal, whether they are courtyards, or hired?
A groom comes to them and asks:
- What kind of people are you, what kind and rank?
They answer him:
- And we are such people, our mother gave birth to us seven Simeons, and we plow the land of our father and grandfather.
The stableman returned and told the king everything he had heard.
The king was surprised and sent to tell the seven Simeons that he was waiting for them to his tower for services and parcels.
All seven gathered and come to the royal chambers, stand in a row.
“Well,” the king says, “answer: what kind of skill is anyone capable of, what craft do you know?”
Senior comes out.
“I,” he says, “can forge iron post sazhon twenty high.
- And I, - says the second, - I can put him in the ground.
- And I, - says the third, - I can climb on it and inspect all around, far, far away, everything that is happening in the wide world.
- And I, - says the fourth, - I can cut down the ship that goes on the sea, as on dry land.
“And I,” says the fifth, “can trade in various goods in foreign lands.
- And I, - says the sixth, - I can dive into the sea with a ship, people and goods, swim under water and emerge where necessary.
“And I am a thief,” says the seventh, “I can get what I like or like.
“I do not tolerate such a craft in my kingdom-state,” the king angrily answered the last, seventh Simeon. - I give you three days to get out of my land wherever you like; and I order all the other six Simeons to stay here.
The seventh Simeon was saddened: he did not know how to be and what to do.
And the king was after the heart of a beautiful princess who lives beyond the mountains, beyond the seas. Here the boyars, the tsar’s governors remembered this and began to ask the tsar to leave the seventh Simeon - and he, they say, would come in handy and, perhaps, be able to bring a wonderful princess.
The king thought and allowed him to stay.
On the next day, the tsar gathered his boyars and the governor and all the people and ordered the seven Simeons to show their skills.
The elder Simeon, without a long delay, forged an iron pillar twenty sazhens high. The king orders his people to set the iron pillar into the ground, but no matter how hard the people fought, they could not set it.
Then the king ordered the second Simeon to set up an iron pillar. Simeon II, without hesitation, lifted and rested the pillar on the ground. Then Simeon III climbed up on this pillar, sat on the dome and began to look around in the distance, how and what was happening in the wide world. And he sees the blue seas, he sees the villages, cities, the darkness of the people, but he does not notice that wonderful princess that the king fell in love with.
Simeon III began to look even more in all directions and suddenly noticed: at the window in a distant chamber, a beautiful princess, blush, white-faced and thin-skinned, was sitting.
— See? the king shouts to him.
“Get down as soon as possible and get the princess, as you know, so that I can be at all costs!”
All seven Simeons gathered, cut down the ship, loaded it with all sorts of goods, and all together sailed by sea to get the princess.
They go, they go between heaven and earth, they land on an unknown island near the pier.
And Simeon the Lesser took with him on his journey a Siberian cat, a scientist that can walk along the chain, serve things, throw out various German things.
And the smaller Simeon came out with his Siberian cat, walks around the island, and asks the brothers not to go to the ground until he himself comes back.
He walks around the island, comes to the city, and in the square in front of the princess's chamber plays with a learned and Siberian cat: he orders him to bring things, jump over a whip, throw out German pieces.
At that time, the princess was sitting at the window and saw an unknown beast, which they did not have and had never seen before. He immediately sends his servant to find out what kind of beast this is and is it corrupt or not? Simeon listens to the red young woman, the princess' servant, and says:
- My beast is a Siberian cat, and I don’t sell it for any money, but if someone likes it deeply, I’ll give it to him.
The maid told her princess everything. And the princess again sends her to Simeon the thief:
- Strongly, they say, your beast fell in love!
Simeon went to the princess's tower and brought her his Siberian cat as a gift; asks only for this to live in her chamber for three days and taste the royal bread and salt, and he added:
“Teach you, beautiful princess, how to play and amuse yourself with an unknown beast, with a Siberian cat?”
The princess allowed, and Simeon stayed overnight in the royal chamber.
The news went through the chambers that the princess had a wondrous unknown beast.
Everyone gathered: the tsar, and the queen, and the princes, and the princesses, and the boyars, and the governors - everyone is looking, admiring, admiring the cheerful beast, the learned cat.
Everyone wants to get one for themselves and ask the princess; but the princess does not listen to anyone, does not give her Siberian cat to anyone, strokes his silk wool, plays with him day and night, and orders Simeon to give him plenty to drink and treat, so that he is well.
Simeon thanks for the bread and salt, for the treat and for the caresses, and on the third day he asks the princess to come to his ship, to look at his device and at various animals, seen and unseen, led and unknown, that he brought with him.
The princess asked the father-king and in the evening with the servants and nannies went to see the ship of Simeon and his animals, seen and unseen, led and unknown.
She comes, Simeon, the smaller, is waiting for her by the shore and asks the princess not to be angry and leave nannies and servants on earth, and most welcome to the ship:
- There are many different and beautiful animals; whichever you like, that one is yours! And we cannot give gifts to everyone - both nannies and servants.
The princess agrees and orders the nannies and servants to wait for her on the shore, and she herself follows Simeon to the ship to look at the marvelous diva, wonderful animals.
As she ascended, the ship sailed away, and went for a walk on the blue sea.
The king is waiting for the princess. Nurses and servants come, crying, telling their grief.
The king was inflamed with anger, ordered immediately to equip the ship and arrange a chase.
The ship of Simeons is sailing and does not know that the royal pursuit is flying behind it - it is not sailing! That's close!
As the seven Simeons saw that the chase was close, it was about to catch up! - dived into the sea with both the princess and the ship.
They swam under water for a long time and went up when it was close to their native land. And the royal chase sailed for three days and three nights; I didn't find anything, so I returned.
Seven Simeons come home with a beautiful princess, looking - on the shore they poured people like peas, a lot! The king himself waits at the pier and greets overseas guests with great joy.
As they went ashore, the tsar kissed the princess on the lips of sugar, led her into the white-stone chambers and soon celebrated the wedding with the soul of the princess - and there was fun and a big feast!
And seven Simeons gave freedom throughout the kingdom-state to live freely, caressed with all sorts of caresses and let him go home with the treasury for a living. That's the end of the story!
Russian folk tale "The Frog Princess"
In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived and was a king with a queen; he had three sons - all young, single, daring
such that neither in a fairy tale can be said nor described with a pen; the youngest was named Ivan Tsarevich. The king says to them this word:
- My dear children, take an arrow for yourself, pull tight bows and let them go in different directions; on whose yard the arrow will fall, marry there.
The older brother fired an arrow - it fell on the boyar yard, right in front of the girl's tower.
The middle brother let her go - she flew to the merchant's yard and stopped at the red porch, and on that porch stood the soul-maiden, the merchant's daughter.
The younger brother let go - an arrow hit a dirty swamp, and a frog frog picked it up.
Ivan Tsarevich says:
- How can I take a frog for myself? Kvakusha - uneven me!
“Take it,” the king answers him, “to know that this is your fate.”
Here the princes got married: the eldest on a hawthorn tree, the middle one on a merchant's daughter, and Ivan Tsarevich on a frog.
The king calls them and orders:
- So that your wives bake soft white bread for me by tomorrow!
Ivan Tsarevich returned to his chambers, unhappy, hanging his head below his shoulders.
- Kva-kva, Ivan Tsarevich! Why did he become so twisted? the frog asks him. - Did Al hear an unpleasant word from his father?
- How can I not get upset? My sovereign father ordered you to make soft white bread by tomorrow!
- Do not grieve, prince! Go to sleep, rest: the morning is wiser than the evening!
The frog put the prince to sleep, threw off his frog skin and turned into a soul-maiden, Vasilisa the Wise, went out onto the red porch and shouted in a loud voice:
- Babysitters! Gather, equip, prepare soft white bread, which I ate, ate at my dear father.
The next morning Ivan Tsarevich woke up, the frog's bread had been ready for a long time - and so glorious that you can’t even think of it, just say it in a fairy tale! The loaf is decorated with various tricks, royal cities and with outposts are visible on the sides.
The tsar thanked Ivan Tsarevich on that bread and immediately gave an order to his three sons:
- So that your wives weave me a carpet in one night!
Tsarevich Ivan returned, unhappy, hanging his head below his shoulders.
- Kva-kva, Ivan Tsarevich! Why did he become so twisted? Did Al hear a harsh, unpleasant word from his father?
- How can I not get upset? My sovereign father ordered to weave a silk carpet for him in one night.
- Do not grieve, prince! Go to sleep, rest: the morning is wiser than the evening.
She put him to bed, and she herself threw off the frog skin and turned into a girl-soul, Vasilisa the Wise. She went out onto the red porch and shouted in a loud voice:
- Babysitters! Get ready, get ready to weave a silk carpet - so that it is like the one on which I sat at my dear father!
As said, so done.
The next morning, Ivan Tsarevich woke up, the frog had a carpet ready for a long time - and such a wonderful one that you can’t even think of it, except in a fairy tale. The carpet is decorated with gold-silver, cunning patterns.
The tsar thanked Ivan Tsarevich on that carpet and immediately gave a new order: that all three princes should come to him for a review together with their wives.
Again Tsarevich Ivan returned, unhappy, hanging his head below his shoulders.
- Kva-kva, Ivan Tsarevich! Why are you twisting? Did Ali hear an unfriendly word from his father?
"How can I not get twitchy?" My sovereign father ordered that I come with you to the review; How can I show you to people?
- Do not grieve, prince! Go alone to visit the king, and I will follow you; when you hear a knock and thunder - say: this is my little frog in a box.
Here the older brothers came to the review with their wives, dressed up, undressed; stand and laugh at Ivan Tsarevich:
Why did you come without a wife, brother? At least bring it in a handkerchief! And where did you find such a beauty? Tea, all the swamps came out!
Suddenly there was a great knock and thunder - the whole palace shook.
The guests were very frightened, jumped up from their seats and did not know what to do, and Ivan Tsarevich said:
- Do not be afraid, gentlemen! This is my frog in a box!
A gilded carriage flew up to the royal porch, harnessed to six horses, and Vasilisa the Wise came out - such a beauty that you can’t think of it, you can only say in a fairy tale! She took Ivan Tsarevich by the hand and led 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 ate a swan and hid the bones behind her right sleeve.
The wives of the senior princes saw her tricks, let's do the same for ourselves. After Vasilisa the Wise went to dance with Ivan Tsarevich, she waved her left hand - a lake became, waved her right - and white swans swam on the water. The king and guests were amazed.
And the older daughters-in-law went to dance, waved their left hands - they splashed the guests, waved their right ones - the bone hit the king right in the eye! The king became angry and drove them out of sight.
Meanwhile, Ivan Tsarevich seized a moment, ran home, found a frog skin and burned it on a big fire. Vasilisa the Wise arrives, missed - no frog skin, despondent, sad and says to the prince:
- Oh, Ivan Tsarevich! What have you done? If you had waited a little, I would have been yours forever; and now goodbye! Look for me beyond distant lands, in the distant kingdom - at Koshchei the Immortal.
She turned into a white swan and flew out the window.
Ivan Tsarevich wept bitterly, prayed to God in all four directions, and went wherever his eyes looked. He walked close, far, long, short - he comes across an old old man.
“Hello,” he says, “good fellow!” What are you looking for, where are you going?
The prince told him his misfortune.
- Oh, Ivan Tsarevich! Why did you burn frog skin? You didn’t put it on, it wasn’t for you to take it off! Vasilisa the Wise was born more cunning, wiser than her father; he was angry with her for that and ordered her to be a frog for three years. Here's a ball for you: wherever it rolls - follow it boldly.
Ivan Tsarevich thanked the old man and went to fetch the ball.
Ivan Tsarevich is walking through an open field, he comes across a bear.
“Let me,” he says, “I’ll kill the beast!”
And the bear says to him:
“Don’t beat me, Ivan Tsarevich! Someday I'll be nice to you.
“Don’t beat me, Ivan Tsarevich! I'll be nice to you.
A slanting hare runs; the prince again began to aim, and the hare to him in a human voice:
“Don’t beat me, Ivan Tsarevich! I'll be nice to you.
He sees - a pike-fish lies on the sand, dies.
“Ah, Ivan Tsarevich,” said the pike, “have pity on me, let me into the sea!”
He threw her into the sea and went along the shore.
How long, how short - a ball rolled to the hut; there is a hut on chicken legs, turning around. Ivan Tsarevich says:
- Hut, hut! Stand up in the old way, as your mother put - to me in front, and to the sea with your back!
The hut turned its back to the sea, its front to it. The prince entered it and saw: on the stove, on the ninth brick, lies Baba Yaga, a bone leg, her nose has grown into the ceiling, she sharpens her teeth.
- Goy thou, good fellow! Why did you complain to me? Baba Yaga asks Ivan Tsarevich.
“Oh, you old bastard,” says Ivan Tsarevich, “you should have fed me, a good fellow, watered me in the bath, and then you would have asked.
Baba Yaga fed him, gave him drink, evaporated him in the bath, and the prince told her that he was looking for his wife Vasilisa the Wise.
— Ah, I know! Baba Yaga said. - She is now with Koshchei the Deathless; it is difficult to get it, it is not easy to cope with Koshchei; his death is at the end of a needle, that needle is in an egg, that egg is in a duck, that duck is in a hare, that hare is in a chest, and the chest stands on a tall oak, and that Koschei tree protects like its own eye.
Baba Yaga pointed out where this oak grows.
Ivan Tsarevich came there and did not know what to do, how to get the chest? Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bear came running.
The bear uprooted the tree; the chest fell and shattered.
A hare ran out of the chest and took off at full speed; look - and another hare is chasing him; caught up, grabbed and tore to shreds.
A duck flew out of the hare and rose high, high; flies, and the drake rushed after her, as soon as she hit her - the duck immediately dropped the egg, and that egg fell into the sea.
Ivan Tsarevich, seeing the inevitable misfortune, burst into tears. Suddenly a pike swims up to the shore and holds an egg in its teeth; he took that egg, broke it, took out the needle and broke off the tip. No matter how much Koschey fought, no matter how much he rushed about in all directions, but he had to die!
Ivan Tsarevich went to Koshchei's house, took Vasilisa the Wise and returned home. After that they lived together and happily ever after.
Dvoretsky Daniel 7 yearsSupervisor: 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!
