Any fairy tale is a story invented by adults in order to teach a child how to behave in a given situation. All edifying tales give the child life experience, are allowed to understand worldly wisdom in a simple and understandable way.
Short, instructive and interesting fairy tales make it possible to form a harmonious personality out of a child. They also make children think and reflect, develop fantasy, imagination, intuition and logic. Fairy tales usually teach children to be kind and courageous, giving them the meaning of life - to be honest, to help the weak, to respect elders, to make their own choice and be responsible for it.
instructive good tales help kids understand where is good and where is evil, distinguish truth from lies, and also teach what is good and what is bad.
About the squirrel
One little boy bought a squirrel at the fair. The squirrel lived in a cage and no longer hoped that the boy would carry it into the forest and let it go. But once the boy was cleaning the cage in which the squirrel lived and forgot to close it with a loop after cleaning. The squirrel jumped out of the cage and first jumped to the window, jumped onto the windowsill, jumped from the window into the garden, from the garden to the street and galloped into the nearby forest.
The squirrel met her friends and relatives there. Everyone was very happy, hugging the squirrel, kissing and asking where she disappeared, how she lived and how she was doing. The squirrel says that she lived well, the owner-boy fed her deliciously, groomed and cherished her, looked after, stroked and took care of his little pet every day.
Of course, other squirrels began to envy our squirrel, and one of the girlfriends asked why the squirrel left such a good owner who took care of her so much. The squirrel thought for a second and answered that the owner took care of her, but she lacked the most important thing, but we didn’t hear what, because the wind rustled in the forest and last words the squirrels drowned in the noise of the leaves. And you guys, what do you think, what did the squirrel lack.
This short tale has a very deep subtext, it shows that everyone needs freedom and the right to choose. This fairy tale is instructive, it is suitable for children 5-7 years old, you can read it to your kids and have short discussions with them.
Educational cartoon for children, Forest Tale cartoon about animals
Russian tales
About a playful cat and an honest starling
Once upon a time there lived a kitten and a starling in the same house. Somehow the hostess went to the market, and the kitten played out. He began to catch his tail, then he chased a ball of thread around the room, jumped onto a chair and wanted to jump onto the windowsill, but broke the vase.
The kitten was frightened, let's collect the pieces of the vase in a heap, I wanted to collect the vase back, but you just can’t return what you did. The cat says to the starling:
- Oh, and I get from the hostess. Starling, be a friend, don't tell the hostess that I broke the vase.
The starling looked at this, and said:
- I won’t tell, but only the fragments will say everything for me.
This instructive fairy tale for children will teach kids 5-7 years old to understand that they need to be responsible for their actions, as well as think before doing anything. The meaning behind this story is very important. Such short and kind fairy tales for children with an unambiguous meaning will be useful and informative.
Russian fairy tales: Three woodcutters
Folk tales
About Helper Bunny
In the forest thicket, in a clearing, together with other animals, the Helper Hare lived. Neighbors called him that because he always helped everyone. Either the Hedgehog will help bring the brushwood to the mink, then the Bear will help the raspberry to collect. Zaika was kind and cheerful. But misfortune happened in the clearing. The Bear's son, Mishutka, got lost, went in the morning to the edge of the clearing to collect raspberries, and went into the bowl.
Mishutka did not notice how he got lost in the forest, ate a sweet raspberry and did not notice how he went far from home. Sits under a bush and cries. Mother Bear noticed that her baby was not there, and it was already evening, she went to the neighbors. But there is no child anywhere. Then the neighbors got together and went to look for Mishutka in the forest. They walked for a long time, called, right up to midnight. But no one answers. The animals returned to the edge of the forest and decided to continue the search tomorrow morning. They went home, had dinner and went to bed.
Only the Helper Bunny decided to stay up all night and continue searching. He walked with a flashlight through the forest, calling Mishutka. He hears someone crying under the bush. I looked in, and there, crying, shivering, Mishutka was sitting. I saw a Helper Bunny and was very happy.
Bunny and Mishutka returned home together. Mom-bear was delighted, thanks Bunny-helper. All the neighbors are proud of the Bunny, after all, he was able to find Mishutka, the hero, did not give up halfway through.
This interesting tale teaches children that you need to insist on your own, not to quit what you started halfway through. Also, the meaning of the fairy tale is that you can’t be led by your desires, you need to think so as not to get into such a difficult situation as Mishutka. Read such short stories for their children 5-7 years old at night.
Fairy tale wolf and seven kids. Audio fairy tales for children. Russians folk tales
Bedtime stories
About the calf and the rooster
Once a calf was nibbling at the grass near the fence, and a cockerel came up to him. The cockerel began to look for grain in the grass, but suddenly he saw a leaf of cabbage. The cockerel was surprised and pecked at a leaf of cabbage and said indignantly:
The cockerel did not like the taste of a leaf of cabbage and he decided to offer his calf. The rooster tells him:
But the calf did not understand what was the matter and what the cockerel wanted and said:
The cockerel says:
– Ko! - and points to a leaf with its beak.
- Moo??? - the calf will not understand everything.
So the cockerel and calf stand and say:
– Ko! Moo! Co! Moo!
But the goat heard them, sighed, came up and said:
Me-me-me!
Yes, I ate a cabbage leaf.
Such a fairy tale will be interesting for children 5-7 years old, it can be read to kids at night.
Little fairy tales
How the fox got rid of nettles in the garden.
Once a fox came out into the garden and sees that a lot of nettles have grown on it. I wanted to pull it out, but I decided that it was not even worth starting. I already wanted to go to the house, but here comes the wolf:
"Hi, mate, what are you doing?"
A sly Fox and answers him:
- Oh, you see, godfather, how many beautiful ones I have ugly. Tomorrow I will clean and store it.
- What for? the wolf asks.
“Well, then,” says the fox, “he who smells nettles is not taken by a dog’s fang.” See godfather, do not come close to my nettle.
She turned and went into the house to sleep the fox. She wakes up in the morning and looks out the window, and her garden is empty, not a single nettle is left. The fox smiled and went to cook breakfast.
Fairy tale Hare Hut. Russian folk tales for children. Bedtime story
Illustrations for fairy tales
Many of the fairy tales that you will read to kids are accompanied by colorful illustrations. When choosing illustrations for fairy tales to show them to children, try to make the animals look like animals in the drawings, they have the correct body proportions and well-drawn clothing details.
This is very important for children 4-7 years old, since at this age an aesthetic taste is formed and the child makes his first attempts to draw animals and other heroes of fairy tales. At 5-7 years of age, the baby should understand what proportions animals have and be able to schematically depict them on paper on their own.
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Senior group. List of literature for children 5-6 years old.
Fiction
Continue to develop interest in fiction. Learn to listen carefully and with interest to fairy tales, stories, poems. With the help of various techniques and specially organized pedagogical situations, to promote the formation of an emotional attitude to literary works. Encourage them to talk about their attitude to a specific act of a literary character. Help children understand the hidden motives of the behavior of the characters in the work. Continue to explain (based on the read work) the main genre features of fairy tales, stories, poems. Continue to cultivate sensitivity to the artistic word; read passages with the most vivid, memorable descriptions, comparisons, epithets. Learn to listen to the rhythm and melody of a poetic text. To help expressively, with natural intonations to read poetry, to participate in reading the text by roles, in dramatizations. Continue reading books. Draw the attention of children to the design of the book, to the illustration. Compare illustrations by different artists for the same work. Tell children about your favorite children's books, find out their liking and preferences.
For reading to children
Russian folklore
Songs.
“Like a thin ice...”, “Like a grandmother's goat...”,
“You, frost, frost, frost ...”, “Early, early in the morning ...”,
“I’m amusing the pegs ...”, “Nikolenka gander ...”,
"You knock on the oak tree, the blue siskin flies."
Calls.
"Rooks-kirichi ...", "Ladybug ...", "Swallow-swallow ...",
“You are already a little bird, you are a stray ...”, “Rain, rain, more fun.”
Russian folk tales.
"Hare-bouncer", "Fox and jug", arr. O. Kapitsa;
"Winged, hairy and oily", arr. I. Karnaukhova;
"The Frog Princess", "Sivka-Burka", arr. M. Bulatova;
"Finist-Clear Falcon", arr. A. Platonova;
"Havroshechka", arr. A. N. Tolstoy;
"Nikita Kozhemyaka" (from the collection of fairy tales by A. N. Afanasyev); " Boring Tales».
Works of poets and writers of Russia
Poetry.
V. Bryusov. "Lullaby";
I. Bunin. "First snow";
S. Gorodetsky. "Kitty";
S. Yesenin. "Birch", "Bird cherry";
A. Maikov. "Summer rain";
N. Nekrasov. "Green Noise" (abbreviated);
I. Nikitin. "Meeting of winter";
A. Pushkin. “The sky was already breathing in autumn ...” (from the novel in verse “Eugene Onegin”), “ Winter evening"(abbreviated);
A. Pleshcheev. "My garden";
A. K. Tolstoy. “Autumn, our whole poor garden is sprinkled ...” (abbreviated);
I. Turgenev. "Sparrow";
F. Tyutchev. “Winter is angry for a reason”;
A. Fet. "The cat sings, squinting his eyes ...";
M. Tsvetaeva. "At the bed";
C. Black. "Wolf";
I am Akim. "Greedy";
A. Barto. "Rope";
B. Zakhoder. "Dog's grief", "About catfish", "Pleasant meeting";
V. Levin. "Chest", "Horse";
S. Marshak. "Mail", "Poodle"; S. Marshak,
D. Kharms. "Funny siskins";
Y. Moritz. "House with a pipe";
R. Sef. "Council", "Endless Poems";
D. Kharms. "I've been running, running, running...";
M. Yasnov. "Peaceful Counting".
Prose.
V. Dmitrieva. "Baby and the Bug" (chapters);
L. Tolstoy. "Lion and Dog", "Bone", "Jump";
C. Black. "Cat on a bicycle";
B. Almazov. "Humpback";
M. Borisova. "Do not offend Zhakonya";
A. Gaidar. "Chuk and Gek" (chapters);
S. Georgiev. "I saved Santa Claus";
V. Dragunsky. "Childhood Friend", "Top Down, Obliquely";
B. Zhitkov. "White House", "How I Caught Little Men";
Y. Kazakov. "Greedy Chick and cat Vaska";
M. Moskvina. "Baby";
N. Nosov. "Live hat";
L. Panteleev. "The Big Wash" (from "Tales of Belochka and Tamarochka"), "The letter" you ";
K. Paustovsky. "Cat-thief";
G. Snegirev. "Penguin Beach", "To the Sea", "Brave Penguin".
Folklore of the peoples of the world
Songs.
“They washed buckwheat”, lit., arr. Yu. Grigorieva;
"Friend for friend", Tajik., arr. N. Grebneva (abbreviated);
"Vesnyanka", Ukrainian, arr. G. Litvak;
"The House That Jack Built", "The Old Lady", English, trans. S. Marshak;
"Happy journey!", Dutch, arr. I. Tokmakova;
"Let's dance", Scottish, arr. I. Tokmakova.
Fairy tales.
"Cuckoo", Nenets, arr. K. Shavrova;
“How the Brothers Found the Father’s Treasure”, Mold., Arr. M. Bulatova;
"Forest Maiden", trans. from Czech. V. Petrova (from the collection of fairy tales by B. Nemtsova);
"Yellow Stork", Chinese, trans. F. Yarilina;
"About the little mouse who was a cat, a dog and a tiger", ind., trans. N. Khodzy;
"Wonderful stories about a hare named Lek", folk tales West Africa, per. O. Kustova and V. Andreev;
"Goldilocks", trans. from Czech. K. Paustovsky;
"Three golden hairs of Grandfather-Vseved", trans. from Czech. N. Arosyeva (from the collection of fairy tales by K. Ya. Erben).
Works of poets and writers from different countries
Poetry.
I. Bzhehva. "On the Horizon Islands", trans. from Polish. B. Zakhoder;
A. Milne. "The Ballad of the King's Sandwich", trans. from English. S. Marshak;
J. Reeves. "Noisy Bang", trans. from English. M. Boroditskaya;
Y. Tuvim. "Letter to all children on one very important matter", trans. from Polish. S. Mikhalkov;
W. Smith. "About the Flying Cow", trans. from English. B. Zakhoder;
D. Ciardi. "On Who Has Three Eyes", trans. from English. R. Sefa.
Literary tales.
R. Kipling. "Elephant", trans. from English. K. Chukovsky, poems in the lane. S. Marshak;
A. Lindgren. “Carlson, who lives on the roof, flew in again” (chapters, in abbreviated form), trans. from the Swedish L. Lungina;
X. Myakelya. "Mr. Au" (chapters), trans. from Finnish E. Uspensky;
O. Preusler. "Little Baba Yaga" (chapters), trans. with him. Y. Korintsa;
J. Rodari. "The Magic Drum" (from "Tales with Three Ends"), trans. from Italian. I. Konstantinova;
T. Jansson. "About the World's Last Dragon", trans. from the Swedish
L. Braude. "The Wizard's Hat" (chapter), trans. V. Smirnova.
To learn by heart
"Knock on the oak tree...", Rus. nar. song;
I. Belousov. "Spring Guest";
E. Blaginina. "Let's sit in silence";
G. Vieru. "Mother's Day", trans. with mold. I. Akima;
S. Gorodetsky. "Five little puppies";
M. Isakovsky. "Go beyond the seas-oceans";
M. Carem. "Peaceful counting rhyme", trans. from French V. Berestov;
A. Pushkin. “At the seashore, a green oak ...” (from the poem “Ruslan and Lyudmila”);
A. Pleshcheev. "Autumn has come...";
I. Surikov. "This is my village."
To read in faces
Y. Vladimirov. "Freaks";
S. Gorodetsky. "Kitty";
V. Orlov. "Tell me, little river...";
E. Uspensky. "Destruction". (we love this cartoon))))
Literary tales.
A. Pushkin. "The Tale of Tsar Saltan, of his son (the glorious and mighty bogatyr Prince Gvidon Saltanovich and the beautiful Swan Princess";
N. Teleshov. "Krupenichka";
T. Alexandrova. "Domovenok Kuzka" (chapters);
P. Bazhov. "Silver Hoof";
W. Bianchi. "Owl";
A. Volkov. "The Wizard of the Emerald City" (chapters);
B. Zakhoder. "Grey star";
V. Kataev. "Flower-seven-flower";
A. Mityaev. "The Tale of the Three Pirates";
L. Petrushevskaya. "The Cat Who Could Sing";
G. Sapgir. “How a frog was sold”, “Smeyantsy”, “Fables in faces”.
L. Tolstoy "Jump"
true story
One ship went around the world and returned home. The weather was calm, all the people were on deck. A big monkey was spinning among the people and amused everyone. This monkey writhed, jumped, made funny faces, mimicked people, and it was clear that she knew that she was being amused, and therefore dispersed even more.
She jumped up to the twelve-year-old boy, the son of the captain of the ship, tore off his hat from his head, put it on and quickly climbed up the mast. Everyone laughed, but the boy was left without a hat and did not know himself whether to laugh or cry.
The monkey sat down on the first rung of the mast, took off his hat and began to tear it with his teeth and paws. She seemed to be teasing the boy, pointing at him and making faces at him. The boy threatened her and shouted at her, but she tore her hat even more angrily. The sailors began to laugh louder, and the boy blushed, threw off his jacket and rushed to the mast after the monkey. In one minute he climbed the rope to the first rung; but the monkey was even more agile and faster than he, at the very moment when he thought to grab his hat, climbed even higher.
"Then you won't leave me!" the boy shouted and climbed higher.
The monkey again beckoned him, climbed even higher, but the boy was already disassembled by the enthusiasm, and he did not lag behind. So the monkey and the boy reached the very top in one minute. At the very top, the monkey stretched out to its full length and, catching the rope with its back hand, hung its hat on the edge of the last crossbar, and itself climbed to the top of the mast and from there writhed, showed teeth and rejoiced. From the mast to the end of the crossbar, where the hat hung, was two arshins, so that it was impossible to get it except to let go of the rope and the mast.
But the boy was very angry. He dropped the mast and stepped onto the crossbar. Everyone on deck looked and laughed at what the monkey and the captain's son were doing; but when they saw that he let go the rope and stepped on the crossbar, shaking his arms, everyone froze with fear.
He had only to stumble - and he would have been smashed to smithereens on the deck. Yes, even if he did not stumble, but reached the edge of the crossbar and took his hat, it would be difficult for him to turn around and walk back to the mast. Everyone silently looked at him and waited for what would happen.
Suddenly, some of the people gasped in fear. The boy came to his senses from this cry, looked down and staggered.
At this time, the captain of the ship, the boy's father, left the cabin. He carried a gun to shoot seagulls. He saw his son on the mast and immediately took aim at his son and shouted:
- In water! Jump in the water now! I'll shoot!
The boy staggered, but did not understand.
“Jump or I’ll shoot you!.. One, two…” And as soon as his father called out “three,” the boy swung his head down and jumped.
Like a cannonball, the boy's body slammed into the sea, and before the waves had time to close it, twenty young sailors jumped from the ship into the sea. Forty seconds later - they seemed like debts to everyone - the boy's body surfaced. They grabbed him and dragged him onto the ship. After a few minutes, water poured from his mouth and nose, and he began to breathe.
When the captain saw this, he suddenly screamed, as if something was choking him, and ran to his cabin so that no one would see him crying.
A. Kuprin "Elephant"
The little girl is unwell. Every day Dr. Mikhail Petrovich, whom she has known for a long time, visits her. And sometimes he brings with him two more doctors, strangers. They turn the girl over on her back and on her stomach, listen to something with her ear to her body, pull her eyelids down and look. At the same time, they somehow importantly snore, their faces are strict, and they speak among themselves in an incomprehensible language.
Then they move from the nursery to the living room, where their mother is waiting for them. Most chief doctor- tall, gray-haired, in gold glasses - tells her about something seriously and for a long time. The door is not closed, and the girl from her bed can see and hear everything. She does not understand much, but she knows that it is about her. Mom looks at the doctor with big, tired, tear-stained eyes. Saying goodbye, the head doctor says loudly:
- The main thing is not to let her get bored. Fulfill all her whims.
“Ah, doctor, but she wants nothing!”
“Well, I don’t know… remember what she liked before, before her illness. Toys... some treats...
— No, no, doctor, she doesn't want anything...
“Well, try to entertain her somehow... Well, at least with something... I give you my word of honor that if you manage to make her laugh, to cheer her up, that will be the best medicine. Understand that your daughter is sick with indifference to life, and nothing else. Goodbye, ma'am!
“Dear Nadia, my dear girl,” says my mother, “do you want something?”
“No, Mom, I don’t want anything.
“Do you want me to put all your dolls on your bed?” We will supply an armchair, a sofa, a table and a tea set. The dolls will drink tea and talk about the weather and the health of their children.
- Thank you, mom ... I don’t feel like ... I’m bored ...
- All right, my girl, don't need dolls. Or maybe call Katya or Zhenechka to you? You love them so much.
- Don't, Mom. The truth is, you don't have to. I don't want anything, I don't want anything. I am so bored!
Do you want me to bring you some chocolate?
But the girl does not answer and looks at the ceiling with motionless, unhappy eyes. She has no pain and no fever. But she is getting thinner and weaker every day. Whatever they do to her, she doesn't care, and she doesn't need anything. So she lies for whole days and whole nights, quiet, sad. Sometimes she will doze off for half an hour, but even in her dream she sees something gray, long, boring, like an autumn rain.
When the door to the living room is opened from the nursery, and further from the living room to the study, the girl sees her father. Dad walks quickly from corner to corner and smokes everything, smokes. Sometimes he comes into the nursery, sits on the edge of the bed and softly strokes Nadia's legs. Then suddenly he gets up and goes to the window. He whistles something, looking out into the street, but his shoulders are shaking. Then he hurriedly puts the handkerchief to one eye, to the other, and, as if angry, goes to his office. Then he again runs from corner to corner and keeps smoking, smoking, smoking ... And the office becomes all blue from tobacco smoke.
But one morning the girl wakes up a little more cheerful than usual. She saw something in a dream, but she cannot remember what it was, and looks long and attentively into her mother's eyes.
- Do you need something? Mom asks.
But the girl suddenly remembers her dream and says in a whisper, as if in secret:
- Mom ... can I have ... an elephant? Just not the one shown in the picture ... Can I?
- Of course, my girl, of course, you can.
She goes to the office and tells her dad that the girl wants an elephant. Dad immediately puts on his coat and hat and leaves somewhere. Half an hour later he returns with an expensive beautiful toy. This is a big gray elephant who shakes his head and wags his tail; the elephant has a red saddle, and on the saddle is a golden tent, and three little men are sitting in it. But the girl looks at the toy as indifferently as she does at the ceiling and walls, and says languidly:
- No. It's not like that at all. I wanted a real, live elephant, but this one is dead.
“Just look, Nadya,” says dad. “We’ll start him up now, and he will be very, very much alive.
The elephant is turned on with a key, and, shaking his head and waving his tail, he begins to step over his feet and slowly walks along the table. The girl is not at all interested and even bored, but in order not to upset her father, she whispers meekly:
“I thank you very, very much, dear papa. I don't think anyone has such an interesting toy... Just... remember... you promised to take me to the menagerie a long time ago, to see a real elephant... And you never took me.
“But listen, my dear girl, understand that this is impossible. The elephant is very big, it's up to the ceiling, it won't fit in our rooms... And besides, where can I get it?
- Dad, I don’t need such a big one ... Bring me at least a small one, only alive. Well, at least just about such a ... At least a baby elephant.
“Dear girl, I am glad to do everything for you, but I cannot do this. After all, it's the same as if you suddenly told me: dad, get me the sun from the sky.
The girl smiles sadly
“What a fool you are, dad. Don't I know that the sun can't be reached because it burns! And the moon is also impossible. No, I would like an elephant... a real one.
And she quietly closes her eyes and whispers:
— I'm tired... Excuse me, dad...
Dad grabs his hair and runs into the office. There he flickers from corner to corner for a while. Then he resolutely throws a half-smoked cigarette on the floor (for which he always gets it from his mother) and shouts to the maid:
- Olga! Coat and hat!
The wife comes into the front.
Where are you, Sasha? she asks.
He breathes heavily as he buttons up his coat.
“I myself, Mashenka, don’t know where... Only it seems that by tonight I will actually bring here, to us, a real elephant.”
His wife looks at him worriedly.
"Darling, are you well?" Do you have a headache? Maybe you didn't sleep well today?
“I didn’t sleep at all,” he replies angrily. I see you want to ask if I'm crazy? Not yet. Goodbye! Everything will be visible in the evening.
And he disappears, slamming the front door loudly.
Two hours later, he sits in the menagerie, in the front row, and watches how the learned animals, on the orders of the owner, make different things. Clever dogs jump, somersault, dance, sing to music, put words from large cardboard letters. Monkeys - some in red skirts, others in blue pants - walk on a tightrope and ride a big poodle. Huge red lions gallop through burning hoops. A clumsy seal fires a pistol. Finally, the elephants are brought out. There are three of them: one large, two very small, dwarfs, but still much larger than a horse. It is strange to watch how these huge animals, seemingly so clumsy and heavy, perform the most difficult tricks that even a very dexterous person cannot do. The largest elephant is especially distinguished. He first stands on his hind legs, sits down, stands on his head, legs up, walks on wooden bottles, walks on a rolling barrel, turns the pages of a large cardboard book with his trunk, and finally sits down at the table and, tied with a napkin, dines, just like a well-bred boy.
The show ends. The spectators disperse. Nadia's father approaches the fat German, the owner of the menagerie. The owner stands behind a wooden partition and holds a large black cigar in his mouth.
“Excuse me, please,” Nadya’s father says. - Can you let your elephant go to my house for a while?
The German opens his eyes and even his mouth wide in surprise, causing the cigar to fall to the ground. Groaning, he bends over, picks up the cigar, puts it back in his mouth, and only then says:
— Let go? Elephant? Home? I do not understand.
It can be seen from the German’s eyes that he also wants to ask if Nadya’s father has a headache... But the father hastily explains what’s the matter: his only daughter Nadya is sick with some strange disease, which even the doctors don’t understand properly. She has been lying in bed for a month now, she is losing weight, weakening every day, she is not interested in anything, she is bored and slowly goes out. Doctors tell her to entertain, but she doesn't like anything; they tell her to fulfill all her desires, but she has no desires. Today she wanted to see a live elephant. Is it really impossible to do this?
- Well, here ... Of course, I hope that my girl will recover. But ... but ... what if her illness ends badly ... what if the girl dies? .. Just think: after all, the thought will torment me all my life that I did not fulfill her last, very last desire! ..
The German frowns and scratches his left eyebrow with his little finger in thought. Finally he asks:
— Hm... And how old is your girl?
— Um... My Lisa is also six... But, you know, it will cost you dearly. You will have to bring the elephant at night and only take it back the next night. During the day you can't. The public will gather, and there will be one scandal ... Thus, it turns out that I lose the whole day, and you must return the loss to me.
“Oh, of course, of course… don’t worry about it…”
- Then: will the police allow one elephant to enter one house?
- I'll arrange it. Allow.
- Another question: will the owner of your house allow one elephant to enter his house?
- Let me. I am the owner of this house.
— Aha! This is even better. And then another question: which floor do you live on?
— In the second.
— Hm... That's not so good... Do you have a wide staircase in your house, a high ceiling, a large room, wide doors and a very strong floor? Because my Tommy is three arshins and four inches high and five and a half arshins long. In addition, it weighs one hundred and twelve pounds.
Nadia's father thinks for a minute.
— Do you know what? he says. “Let’s go to my place now and look at everything on the spot. If necessary, I will order to expand the passage in the walls.
- Very good! - agrees the owner of the menagerie.
At night, the elephant is taken to visit a sick girl.
In a white blanket, he strides importantly along the very middle of the street, shaking his head and twisting and then developing his trunk. Around him, despite the late hour, a large crowd. But the elephant pays no attention to her: every day he sees hundreds of people in the menagerie. Only once did he get a little angry.
Some street boy ran up to his very feet and began to grimace for the amusement of onlookers.
Then the elephant calmly took off his hat with his trunk and threw it over the neighboring fence, studded with nails.
The policeman walks among the crowd and persuades her:
“Gentlemen, please leave. And what do you find so unusual here? I'm surprised! It's like they've never seen a live elephant on the street.
They approach the house. On the stairs, as well as all the way of the elephant, up to the dining room, all the doors were thrown wide open, for which it was necessary to beat off the door locks with a hammer.
But in front of the stairs, the elephant stops in anxiety and becomes stubborn.
“We must give him some kind of treat ...” says the German. "Some sweet bun or something... But... Tommy!" Wow... Tommy!
Nadine's father runs to a nearby bakery and buys a big round pistachio cake. The elephant shows a desire to swallow it whole, along with the cardboard box, but the German gives him only a quarter. The cake is to Tommy's taste, and he holds out his trunk for a second slice. However, the German turns out to be more cunning. Holding a delicacy in his hand, he climbs up from step to step, and the elephant with an outstretched trunk, with splayed ears, involuntarily follows him. On the court, Tommy gets the second piece.
In this way, he is led into the dining room, from where all the furniture has been taken out in advance, and the floor is thickly covered with straw ... The elephant is tied by the leg to a ring screwed into the floor. Put before him fresh carrots, cabbage and turnips. The German is located nearby, on the couch. The lights go out and everyone goes to bed.
The next day, the girl wakes up a little before light and first of all asks:
- What about an elephant? He came?
“Come,” Mom says. - But only he ordered that Nadia first wash herself, and then eat a soft-boiled egg and drink hot milk.
- Is he kind?
- He is kind. Eat, girl. Now we will go to him.
- Is he funny?
— A little. Put on a warm jacket.
The egg is quickly eaten, the milk is drunk. They put Nadya in the same stroller in which she rode when she was still so small that she could not walk at all, and they are taken to the dining room.
The elephant turns out to be much larger than Nadia thought when she looked at it in the picture. He is only a little shorter than the door, and occupies half the dining room in length. The skin on it is rough, in heavy folds. The legs are thick as pillars. A long tail with something like a broom at the end. Head in big cones. The ears are large, like mugs, and hang down. The eyes are quite tiny, but smart and kind. Fangs are cut off. The trunk is like a long snake and ends in two nostrils, and between them is a movable, flexible finger. If an elephant extended its trunk to its full length, it would probably reach the window with it.
The girl is not scared at all. She is only a little struck by the enormous size of the animal. But the nanny, sixteen-year-old Polya, begins to squeal with fear.
The owner of the elephant, a German, comes up to the carriage and says:
— Good morning, young lady! Please don't be afraid. Tommy is very kind and loves children.
The girl holds out her small, pale hand to the German.
- Hello. How are you? she answers. “I'm not at all afraid. And what is his name?
“Hi, Tommy,” the girl says, bowing her head. Because the elephant is so big, she does not dare to say “you” to him. - How did you sleep that night?
She holds out her hand to him. The elephant carefully takes and shakes her thin fingers with his movable strong finger and does it much more gently than Dr. Mikhail Petrovich. At the same time, the elephant shakes its head, and its small eyes are completely narrowed, as if laughing.
Does he understand everything? the German girl asks.
- Oh, absolutely everything, young lady!
But he doesn't speak?
Yes, but he doesn't speak. You know, I also have one daughter, just as small as you. Her name is Liza. Tommy is a big, very big buddy with her.
“Have you had your tea yet, Tommy?” the girl asks.
The elephant again extends its trunk and blows warm strong breath into the very face of the girl, which is why the light hair on the girl's head scatters in all directions.
Nadia laughs and claps her hands. The German laughs hard. He himself is as big, fat and good-natured as an elephant, and it seems to Nadia that they both look alike. Maybe they are related?
— No, he didn't drink tea, young lady. But he enjoys drinking sugar water. He also loves buns.
They bring a tray of rolls. The girl feeds the elephant. He deftly grabs the roll with his finger and, bending his trunk into a ring, hides it somewhere down under his head, where his funny, triangular, furry lower lip moves. You can hear the bun rustling against dry skin. Tommy does the same with the other roll, and the third, and the fourth, and the fifth, and nods his head in gratitude, and his little eyes narrow even more with pleasure. And the girl laughs happily.
When all the rolls are eaten, Nadia introduces the elephant to her dolls:
“Look, Tommy, this fancy doll is Sonya. She is a very kind child, but a little capricious and does not want to eat soup. And this is Natasha, Sonya's daughter. She is already starting to learn and knows almost all the letters. And this is Matryoshka. This is my very first doll. You see, she has no nose, and her head is glued on, and there is no more hair. But still, you can’t kick the old woman out of the house. Really, Tommy? She used to be Sonya's mother, and now she serves as our cook. Well, let's play, Tommy: you will be a dad, and I will be a mom, and these will be our children.
Tommy agrees. He laughs, takes Matryoshka by the neck and drags it into his mouth. But this is just a joke. Having lightly chewed the doll, he again puts it on the girl's knees, though a little wet and rumpled.
Then Nadia shows him big book with pictures and explains:
- This is a horse, this is a canary, this is a gun ... Here is a cage with a bird, here is a bucket, a mirror, a stove, a shovel, a crow ... And this, look, this is an elephant! Doesn't it really look like it? Are elephants really that small, Tommy?
Tommy finds that there are never such little elephants in the world. In general, he does not like this picture. He grabs the edge of the page with his finger and turns it over.
The hour of dinner comes, but the girl cannot be torn away from the elephant. The German comes to the rescue
“Let me arrange it all. They will have lunch together.
He orders the elephant to sit down. The elephant obediently sits down, which causes the floor in the whole apartment to shake, the dishes in the closet rattle, and plaster falls from the ceiling of the lower tenants. A girl sits in front of him. A table is placed between them. The tablecloth is tied around the elephant's neck, and the new friends begin to dine. The girl is eating chicken soup and a cutlet, and the elephant is eating various vegetables and a salad. The girl is given a tiny glass of sherry, and the elephant is warm water with a glass of rum, and he happily pulls this drink out of the bowl with his trunk. Then they get a sweet: the girl gets a cup of cocoa, and the elephant gets half a cake, this time hazelnut. The German at this time is sitting with dad in the living room and with the same pleasure as the elephant, he drinks beer, only in larger quantities.
After dinner some of my father's acquaintances come; they are still warned about the elephant in the hall, so that they are not afraid. At first they do not believe, and then, seeing Tommy, they press close to the door.
Don't be afraid, he's kind! The girl reassures them.
But the acquaintances hurriedly leave for the living room and, without spending even five minutes, leave.
Evening comes. Late. It's time for the girl to sleep. However, it cannot be pulled away from the elephant. She falls asleep next to him, and she, already sleepy, is taken to the nursery. She doesn't even hear her being undressed.
That night, Nadia sees in a dream that she has married Tommy and they have many children, little cheerful elephants. The elephant, which was taken to the menagerie at night, also sees in a dream a sweet, affectionate girl. In addition, he dreams of large cakes, walnut and pistachio, the size of a gate ...
In the morning the girl wakes up cheerful, fresh, and, as in the old days, when she was still healthy, she shouts to the whole house, loudly and impatiently:
- Mo-loch-ka!
Hearing this cry, mother joyfully hurries.
But the girl immediately remembers yesterday and asks:
- And the elephant?
They explain to her that the elephant has gone home on business, that he has children who cannot be left alone, that he asked to bow to Nadia and that he is waiting for her to visit him when she is healthy.
The girl smiles slyly and says:
"Tell Tommy I'm all right now!"
B. Zhitkov "How I caught little men"
When I was little, I was taken to live with my grandmother. My grandmother had a shelf above the table. And on the shelf is a steamboat. I have never seen such a thing. He was quite real, only small. He had a trumpet: yellow and on it were two black belts. And two masts. And from the masts, rope ladders went to the sides. At the stern stood a booth, like a house. Polished, with windows and a door. And quite aft - a copper steering wheel. Below the stern is the steering wheel. And the screw in front of the steering wheel shone like a copper rosette. There are two anchors on the bow. Ah, how wonderful! If only I had one!
I immediately asked my grandmother to play with a steamboat. My grandmother allowed me everything. And then suddenly she frowned:
- Don't ask for that. Not only to play - do not dare to touch. Never! This is a treasured memory for me.
I saw that even crying would not help.
And the steamboat stood importantly on a shelf on lacquered stands. I couldn't take my eyes off him.
And grandma:
"Give me your word of honor that you won't touch it." And then I'd better hide from sin.
And went to the shelf.
“Honest, honest, grandma!” - and grabbed the grandmother by the skirt.
Grandma didn't take the steamer away.
I kept looking at the steamboat. I climbed into a chair to see better. And more and more he seemed real to me. And by all means, the door in the booth should open. And maybe people live in it. Small, just the size of a steamboat. It turned out that they should be just below the match. I waited to see if any of them would look out the window. They're probably watching. And when no one is at home, they go out on deck. They probably climb the ladders on the masts.
And a little noise - like mice: yurk into the cabin. Down - and hide. I looked for a long time when I was alone in the room. Nobody looked out. I hid behind the door and looked through the crack. And they are cunning, damned little men, they know that I am peeping. Aha! They work at night when no one can frighten them away. Tricky.
I began to quickly swallow tea. And asked to sleep.
Grandma says:
- What is this? You can’t force yourself into bed, but here you are asking to sleep at such an early hour.
And so, when they had settled down, the grandmother turned off the light. And you can't see the boat. I tossed and turned on purpose, so that the bed creaked.
- Why are you all tossing and turning?
- And I'm afraid to sleep without light. There is always a night light at home. - I lied: at night it is dark tightly at home.
Grandmother cursed, but got up. I poked around for a long time and arranged a night light. He burned badly. But you could still see how the steamboat gleamed on the shelf.
I covered my head with a blanket, made myself a house and a small hole. And from the hole he looked without moving. Soon I looked so closely that everything on the steamboat became perfectly visible to me. I looked for a long time. The room was completely quiet. Only the clock was ticking. Suddenly, something rustled softly. I was alert - this rustle on the steamer. And just like that, the door opened. My breath hitched. I moved forward a little. The damn bed creaked. I scared the man!
Now there was nothing to look forward to, and I fell asleep. I fell asleep with grief.
The next day, here's what I came up with. The humans must be eating something. If you give them candy, it's a whole load for them. It is necessary to break off a piece of candy and put it on the steamer, near the booth. Right next to the doors. But such a piece, so as not to immediately crawl into their doors. Here they will open the doors at night, look out through the crack. Wow! Candy! For them, it's like a box. Now they will jump out, rather drag the confectionery to themselves. They are at the door, but she does not climb! Now they run away, bring hatchets - small, small, but quite real - and they will start baling with these hatchets: bale-bale! bale bale! And quickly swipe the confectionery through the door. They are cunning, they just want everything to be nimble. Not to be caught. Here they are imported with confectionery. Here, even if I creak, they still won’t be in time: the confetti will get stuck in the door - neither here nor there. Let them run away, but it will still be visible how they dragged confectionery. Or maybe someone will miss the hatchet out of fright. Where will they pick up! And I will find a tiny real hatchet on the deck of the steamboat, sharp, very sharp.
And so, secretly from my grandmother, I chopped off a piece of candy, just what I wanted. I waited a minute while my grandmother was fiddling in the kitchen, kicking her feet twice on the table, and put the lollipop right next to the door on the steamboat. Theirs half a step from the door to the lollipop. He got down from the table, wiped with his sleeve what he had inherited with his feet. Grandma didn't notice.
During the day I surreptitiously glanced at the steamboat. My grandmother took me for a walk. I was afraid that during this time the little men would pull away the candy and I would not catch them. I deliberately sniffed on the road that I was cold, and we returned soon. The first thing I looked at was the steamboat! Lollipop as it was - in place. Well, yes! They are fools to undertake such a thing during the day!
At night, when my grandmother fell asleep, I settled myself in a house made of a blanket and began to look. This time the night-light burned wonderfully, and the lollipop shone like an icicle in the sun with a sharp flame. I looked, looked at this light and fell asleep, as luck would have it! The humans outsmarted me. I looked in the morning - there was no candy, but I got up before everyone else, in one shirt I ran to look. Then he looked from the chair - of course, there was no hatchet. But why did they have to give up: they worked slowly, without interference, and not even a crumb was lying around anywhere - they picked everything up.
Another time I put bread. I even heard some fuss at night. The damned night light barely smoked, I could not see anything. But in the morning there was no bread. Just a few crumbs left. Well, it’s understandable, they don’t particularly feel sorry for bread, not sweets: there every crumb is a lollipop for them.
I decided that they had shops on both sides of the steamboat. Full length. And they sit side by side during the day and whisper softly. About your business. And at night, when everyone is asleep, they have work here.
I thought about people all the time. I wanted to take a cloth, like a small rug, and put it near the door. Wet a cloth with ink. They will run out, they will not notice right away, their legs will get dirty and they will leave their legacy all over the steamer. At least I can see what kind of legs they have. Maybe some barefoot, to quieter steps. No, they are terribly cunning and will only laugh at all my things.
I couldn't take it anymore.
And so - I decided without fail to take a steamboat and see and catch little men. At least one. You just need to arrange so that you stay alone at home. My grandmother dragged me everywhere with her, to all the guests. All to some old women. Sit down and don't touch anything. You can only stroke the cat. And the grandmother whispers with them for half a day.
So I see - my grandmother is getting ready: she began to collect cookies in a box for these old women - to drink tea there. I ran into the hallway, got out my knitted mittens and rubbed my forehead and cheeks - my whole muzzle, in a word. No regrets. And quietly lay down on the bed.
Grandmother suddenly missed:
— Borya, Boryushka, where are you?
I remain silent and close my eyes.
Grandma to me:
- What are you laying down?
- My head hurts.
She touched her forehead.
- Look at me! Sit at home. I'll go back, I'll take raspberries at the pharmacy. I'll be back soon. I won't sit for long. And you undress and go to bed. Lie down, lie down without talking.
She began to help me, laid me down, covered me with a blanket and kept saying: "I'll be right back, in a living spirit."
Grandma locked me up. I waited five minutes: what if he comes back? Have you forgotten something there?
And then I jumped out of bed as I was, in a shirt. I jumped up on the table and took the steamboat from the shelf. I immediately realized with my hands that he was iron, very real. I pressed it to my ear and began to listen: are they moving? But, of course, they fell silent. They understood that I grabbed their steamer. Aha! Sit there on a bench and be silent like mice. I got down from the table and began to shake the steamer. They will shake themselves off, not sit on the benches, and I will hear how they hang out there.
But it was quiet inside.
I understood: they were sitting on the benches, their legs were tucked up and their hands clung to the seats with all their might. They sit like glued on.
Aha! So wait. I'll tuck in and raise the deck. And I will cover you all there. I began to get a table knife from the cupboard, but I did not take my eyes off the steamer, so that the little men would not jump out. I began to pick up the deck. Wow, it's all so tight. Finally managed to slip the knife a little. But the masts went up with the deck. And the masts were not allowed to rise these rope ladders that went from the masts to the sides. They had to be cut off - otherwise nothing. I stopped for a moment. Just for a moment. But now, with a hurried hand, he began to cut these ladders. Sawed them with a dull knife. Done, they are all hung, the masts are free. I began to raise the deck with a knife. I was afraid to immediately give a big gap. They will rush all at once and run away. I left a crack to climb through alone. He will climb, and I will clap him! - and slam it shut like a bug in the palm of your hand. I waited and kept my hand ready to grab.
Not one climbs! I then decided to immediately turn the deck away and slam it in the middle with my hand. At least one will fit. You just need to do it right away: they are probably already prepared there - you open it, and the little men squirt all to the sides.
I quickly opened the deck and slammed my hand inside. Nothing. Nothing at all! There weren't even benches. Bare sides. Like in a saucepan. I raised my hand. And at hand, of course, nothing. My hands were trembling as I put the deck back on. Everything became crooked. And no ladders can be attached. They chatted at random. Somehow I pushed the deck back into place and put the steamboat on the shelf. Now everything is gone!
I quickly threw myself into bed, wrapped myself up in my head.
I hear the key in the door.
- Grandmother! I whispered under the covers. - Grandmother, dear, dear, what have I done!
And my grandmother stood over me and stroked my head:
Why are you crying, why are you crying? You are my dear, Boryushka! See how soon I am?
She hasn't seen the steamboat yet.
M. Zoshchenko "Great Travelers"
When I was six years old, I didn't know that the Earth was spherical.
But Styopka, the master's son, with whose parents we lived in the dacha, explained to me what the Earth is. He said:
- The earth is a circle. And if everything goes straight, you can go around the whole Earth and still come to the very place where you came from.
And when I did not believe, Styopka hit me on the back of the head and said:
- I'll go to trip around the world with your sister Lelei than I will take you. I have no interest in traveling with fools.
But I wanted to travel, and I gave Styopka a penknife. Styopka liked my knife, and he agreed to take me on a trip around the world.
Styopka arranged a general meeting of travelers in the garden. And there he said to me and Lele:
“Tomorrow, when your parents leave for the city, and my mother goes to the river to wash clothes, we will do what we have planned. We will go all straight and straight, crossing mountains and deserts. And we will go straight ahead until we come back here, even if it took us a whole year.
Lela said:
“What if, Stepochka, we meet Indians?”
“As for the Indians,” Styopa answered, “we will take the Indian tribes as prisoners.
- And who do not want to go into captivity? I asked timidly.
“Those who don’t want to,” Styopa answered, “we won’t take them prisoner.
Lela asked:
Will three rubles be enough for this trip? I'll take from my piggy bank.
Stepka said:
- Three rubles will certainly be enough for us for this trip, because we will only need money to buy seeds and sweets. As for food, on the way we will kill various small animals and roast their tender meat on a fire.
Styopka ran to the barn and brought back a sack of flour. And in this bag we put bread and sugar. Then they put different dishes: plates, glasses, forks and knives. Then, after thinking, they put down a magic lantern, colored pencils, a clay washstand and a magnifying glass for lighting fires. And besides, they stuffed two blankets and a pillow from the ottoman into the bag.
In addition, I prepared three slingshots, a fishing rod and a net for catching tropical butterflies.
And the next day, when our parents left for the city, and Stepka's mother went to the river to rinse clothes, we left our village of Peski.
We went along the road through the forest.
Stepkin's dog Tuzik ran ahead. Styopka followed her with a huge sack over his head. Stepka was followed by Lelya with a skipping rope. And behind Lelya, with three slingshots, a net and a fishing rod, I followed.
We walked for about an hour.
Finally Styopa said:
— The bag is devilishly heavy. And I won't carry it alone. Let everyone take turns carrying this bag.
Then Lelya took this bag and carried it.
But she did not carry him for long, because she was exhausted.
She threw the bag on the ground and said:
- Now let Minka carry it!
When this bag was put on top of me, I gasped in surprise, the bag was so heavy.
But I was even more surprised when I walked with this bag along the road. I was bent to the ground, and I, like a pendulum, swayed from side to side. Until finally, after walking ten steps, he fell into a ditch with this bag.
And first the bag fell into the ditch, and then, on the bag, I fell. And although I was light, nevertheless I managed to crush all the glasses, almost all the plates and the clay washstand.
We sadly pulled the shards out of the bag. And Styopka hit me on the back of the head, said that people like me should stay at home, and not embark on a trip around the world.
Then Styopka whistled the dog and wanted to adapt it for carrying weights. But nothing came of it, because Tuzik did not understand what we wanted from him.
Moreover, we ourselves did not really understand how we could adapt Tuzik for this.
Then Styopka ordered us all to carry this bag together.
Grabbing the corners, we carried the bag. But it was uncomfortable and hard to carry. Nevertheless, we walked for another two hours. And finally they came out of the forest to the lawn.
Here Styopka decided to make a halt. He said:
“Whenever we rest or when we go to bed, I will stretch out my legs in the direction in which we need to go. All great travelers have done this, and because of this they have not strayed from their straight path.
And Styopka sat down by the road, stretching his legs forward.
We untied the bag and began to eat.
We ate bread sprinkled with granulated sugar.
Suddenly, wasps began to circle above us. And one of them, wanting to taste my sugar, stung me on the cheek.
It made my cheek swell like a pie. And I wanted to go home. But Styopka did not allow me to think about it. He said:
“Anyone who wants to return home, I will tie to a tree and leave to be eaten by ants.
I walked behind everyone, whining and whimpering. My cheek burned and itched.
Lelya was also not happy about the trip. She sighed and dreamed of returning home.
We continued to walk in a bad mood.
And only Tuzik's mood was wow. With his tail up, he was chasing birds and with his barking brought unnecessary noise into our journey.
Finally it got dark. Styopka threw the sack on the ground. And we decided to spend the night here.
We collected firewood for the fire. And Styopka took out a magnifying glass from the bag to kindle a fire.
But, not finding the sun in the sky, Styopka became despondent. And we were upset too. And having eaten bread, they lay down in the dark.
Styopka solemnly lay down with his feet forward, saying that in the morning it would be clear to us which way to go.
Styopka immediately began to snore. And Acey sniffed too. But Lelya and I could not sleep for a long time. We were frightened by the dark forest and the noise of the trees.
Lelya suddenly mistook a dry branch under her head for a snake and screamed in horror.
A fallen cone from a tree scared me to the point that I jumped on the ground like a ball.
Finally we dozed off.
I woke up from the fact that Lelya was tugging at my shoulders. It was an early morning. And the sun hasn't risen yet.
Lelya whispered to me:
- Minka, while Styopka is sleeping, let's turn his legs in the opposite direction. And then he will lead us where Makar did not drive calves.
We looked at Stepka. He slept with a blissful smile.
Lelya and I grabbed his legs and in an instant turned them in the opposite direction, so that Styopka's head described half a circle.
But Styopka did not wake up from this.
He only groaned in his sleep and waved his arms, muttering: "Hey, here, to me..."
He probably dreamed that he was capturing the Indians, but they did not want to and resisted.
We began to wait for Styopka to wake up.
He woke up with the first rays of the sun and, looking at his feet, said:
- We would be good if I lay my feet anywhere. So we wouldn't know which way to go. And now, thanks to my legs, we all know where to go.
And Styopka waved his hand in the direction of the road along which we had been walking yesterday.
We ate bread, drank some water from the ditch and set off. The road was familiar from yesterday's journey. And Styopka kept opening his mouth in surprise. However, he said:
- A trip around the world differs from other trips in that everything repeats itself, since the Earth is a circle.
Wheels creaked from behind. This is some uncle riding in an empty cart.
Stepka said:
- For the speed of travel and in order to quickly go around the Earth, it would not be bad for us to sit in this cart.
We began to ask to be taken. The good-natured uncle stopped the cart and allowed us to get into it.
We rolled quickly. And we drove no more than two hours.
Suddenly, our village Peski appeared ahead.
Styopka, opening his mouth in amazement, said:
“Here is a village exactly like our village Peski. This happens when traveling around the world.
But Styopka was even more amazed when we approached the river and drove up to the pier.
We got out of the cart.
Indeed, this was our Pisky pier, and a steamer had just approached it.
Stepka whispered:
Have we circumnavigated the Earth?
Lelya snorted, and I laughed too.
But then we saw our parents and our grandmother on the pier - they had just left the ship.
And next to them we saw our nanny, who was crying something to them. We ran to our parents.
And the parents laughed with joy that they saw us.
The nanny said:
“Children, I thought you drowned yesterday.
Lela said:
— If we had drowned yesterday, we could not go on a trip around the world.
Mom exclaimed:
- What do I hear! They must be punished.
Grandmother, tearing off a branch, said:
“I propose to flog the children. Let Minka be whipped by mom. And I take on Lelya. And I will give her, as the eldest, no less than twenty rods.
Papa said:
“Spanking is an old method of raising children. And it doesn't do any good. Even without a spanking, the children realized what a stupid thing they had done.
Mom sighed and said:
“Ah, I have stupid children!” Go on a trip around the world, not knowing geography and multiplication tables - well, what is it!
Papa said:
It is not enough to know geography and the multiplication table. To travel around the world, you must have higher education in five courses. You need to know everything that is taught there, including cosmography. And those who embark on a long journey without this knowledge come to sad results.
With these words we came home. And sat down to dinner. And our parents laughed and gasped as they listened to our stories of yesterday's adventure.
Papa said:
- All is well that ends well.
And he did not punish us for our trip around the world and for the fact that we lost the pillow from the ottoman.
As for Styopka, his own mother locked him in the bathhouse, and there our great traveler spent the whole day with his dog Tuzik.
And the next day, his mother let him out. And we began to play with him as if nothing had happened.
Alyosha's parents usually returned home late after work. He came home from school on his own, warmed up his lunch, did his homework, played and waited for mom and dad. Twice more a week Alyosha went to a music school, she was very close to the school. From early childhood, the boy got used to the fact that his parents work hard, but he never complained, he understood that they were trying for him.
Nadia has always been an example for her younger brother. An excellent student at school, she still had time in music school study and help mom at home. She had many friends in the class, they went to visit each other and sometimes even did homework together. But for class teacher Natalya Petrovna Nadia was the best: she always managed to do everything, but she also helped others. There was only talk both at school and at home about what “Nadya is a smart girl, what an assistant, what Nadya is a smart girl.” Nadia was pleased to hear such words, because it was not in vain that people praised her.
Little Zhenya was a very greedy boy, he used to bring sweets to the kindergarten and did not share with anyone. And to all the remarks of Zhenya's teacher, the parents answered like this: "Zhenya is still too small to share with someone, so let him grow up a little, then he will understand."
Petya was the most pugnacious boy in the class. He constantly pulled the girls' pigtails, and tripped the boys. Not that he really liked it, but, as he believed, it made him stronger than the rest of the guys, and this, of course, was pleasant to realize. But there was also back side such behavior: no one wanted to be friends with him. Especially went to Petya's neighbor on the desk - Kolya. He was an excellent student, but he never allowed Petya to cheat at his place and did not prompt him on the control ones, so Petya was offended by him for this.
Spring has come. In the city, the snow turned gray, began to settle, and cheerful drops came from the roofs. Outside the city was a forest. Winter still reigned there, and the sun's rays barely made their way through the thick branches of the spruce. But then one day something stirred under the snow. A stream appeared. He murmured merrily, trying to get through the blocks of snow up to the sun.
The bus was stuffy and very crowded. He was squeezed from all sides, and he already regretted a hundred times that he decided to go to the next appointment with the doctor in the early morning. He was driving and thinking that quite recently, but in fact seventy years ago, he went by bus to school. And then the war began. He did not like to remember what he experienced there, why stir up the past. But every year on June 22, he locked himself in his apartment, did not answer his calls and did not go anywhere. He remembered those who volunteered for the front with him and did not return. The war was also a personal tragedy for him: during the fighting near Moscow and Stalingrad, his father and older brother were killed.
Despite the fact that it was only the middle of March, the snow had almost melted. Streams ran through the streets of the village, in which, overtaking each other, paper boats floated merrily. They were launched by local boys, returning home after school.
Katya dreamed about something all the time: how she would become a famous doctor, how she would fly to the moon, how she would invent something useful for all mankind. Katya also loved animals very much. At home, she had a dog Laika, a cat Marusya and two parrots, which her parents gave her for her birthday, as well as fish and a turtle.
Mom came home from work a little early today. As soon as she closed the front door, Marina immediately threw herself on her neck:
- Mom, mom! I almost got run over by a car!
- What are you doing! Come on, turn around, I'll look at you! How did it happen?
It was spring. The sun was shining very brightly, the snow had almost melted. And Misha was looking forward to summer. In June, he turned twelve years old, and his parents promised to give him a new bicycle for his birthday, which he had long dreamed of. He already had one, but Misha, as he himself liked to say, "outgrew him a long time ago." He did well at school, and his mom and dad, and sometimes grandparents, gave him money as praise for excellent behavior or good grades. Misha did not spend this money, he saved it. He had a large piggy bank where he put all the money that was given to him. At first school year he had accumulated a significant amount, and the boy wanted to offer his parents this money so that they would buy him a bicycle before noon birth, he really wanted to ride.
A child who has learned to put sounds into syllables, syllables into words, and words into sentences needs to improve his reading skill through systematic training. But reading is a rather laborious and monotonous activity, and many children lose interest in it. Therefore we offer small texts words are divided into syllables.
At first read the story to your child, and if it is long, you can read its beginning. This will interest the child. Then invite him to read the text. After each work, questions are given that help the child to understand what they have read and comprehend the basic information that they have learned from the text. After discussing the text, suggest reading it again.
Smart Bo-beak
So-nya and co-ba-ka Bo-beak gu-la-li.
So-nya played-ra-la with a doll.
Therefore, So-nya be-be-zha-la to-my, and the doll for-would-la.
Bo-bik found a doll-lu and brought it to So-ne.
B. Korsunskaya
Answer the questions.
1. Who did Sonya walk with?
2. Where did Sonya leave her doll?
3. Who brought the doll home?
The bird made a nest on a bush. De-ti our nest-up and took off on the ground.
- Look, Vasya, three birds!
In the morning, de-ti came, and the nest-before it was empty. It would be a pity.
Answer the questions.
1. What did the children do with the nest?
2. Why was the nest empty the next morning?
3. Did the children do well? How would you do?
4. Do you think this work is a fairy tale, a story or a poem?
Pet-ti and Mi-shi had a horse. They began to argue: whose horse. Did they tear each other apart.
- Give me - my horse.
- No, you give me - the horse is not yours, but mine.
Mother came, took a horse, and nobody's horse became.
Answer the questions.
1. Why did Petya and Misha quarrel?
2. What did mom do?
3. Did the children play horse well? Why are you so
think?
It is advisable to use the example of these works to show children the genre features of poems, stories and fairy tales.
Genre oral fiction, which contains events unusual in the everyday sense (fantastic, wonderful or worldly) and is distinguished by a special compositional and stylistic construction. In fairy tales there are fairy-tale characters, talking animals, unprecedented miracles happen.
Poem- a small piece of poetry in verse. The verses are read smoothly and musically, they have rhythm, meter and rhyme.
Story- small literary form; a narrative work of small volume with a small number of characters and the short duration of the events depicted. The story describes a case from life, some bright event that really happened or could happen.
In order not to discourage reading, do not force him to read texts that are uninteresting and inaccessible to his understanding. It happens that a child takes a book he knows and reads it “by heart”. Necessarily read to your child every day poems, fairy tales, stories.
Daily reading enhances emotionality, develops culture, horizons and intellect, helps to understand human experience.
Literature:
Koldina D.N. I read on my own. - M.: TC Sphere, 2011. - 32 p. (Candy).
