Children's fairy tales 5 6 years to read. Short bedtime stories for children
Book-baby "Visiting a fairy tale."
In MBDOU "Kindergarten No. 47" Yolochka "under the guidance of the teacher of the middle group" Cheerful guys "Galina Nikolaevna Obivalina, a family project" Creation of a baby book "Visiting a fairy tale" was organized. Fabulous stories invented by the parents of children about the amazing adventures and friendship of extraordinary characters.
Work description: The collection includes author's fairy tales that can be used to read to children in kindergarten and at home. This material will be useful for educators and parents to organize the leisure of children. The material is intended for children 4-5 years old. Fairy tales can be used both in class activities and in other sensitive moments.
Star
Once upon a time there lived a little star in heaven. She was the most beautiful of all the children of the mother of the Star. Her older sisters and brothers did not love her, and her mother loved her very much. One day the star got sick. Mom was alarmed and decided to call the doctor immediately. The doctor was a clear Sun. It lived near the moon, and mother Zvezda asked the moon to go for it. The moon obeyed. The sun came to the family of the mother of the Star, said hello and said:
- I understand why your daughter is ill.
- Why? Mom asked.
“That’s what happens when there is no love,” Sunny answered.
Mom was annoyed that her older children did not like Zvezdochka, and she asked Dr. Sunshine:
- What do we do?
“We must love her,” the doctor replied.
The stars obeyed the doctor and from that time began to live happily ever after.
The Tale of Kolobok and Grandfather
There lived a bun. Once he planted a grandfather on a stump, so the grandfather did not want to get off from there ...
Then the bun says:
- Grandpa, let's go for a walk!
And he answered him:
- I do not want.
- Do you want to eat something?
- Yes! Pie! - answered the grandfather.
"Then we'll have to go and look for him."
Grandfather agreed, got up, and the two of them went to look for pies.
Whether they walked for a long time, whether for a short time, they met an apple tree on the way.
Kolobok and asks:
- Apple tree, tell me
please, do you know where there are pies in our forest?
The apple tree answers:
- Eat my forest apple, then I'll tell you!
Grandfather was capricious:
- I don't want apples, I want pies!
“Then I’ll eat it,” says the gingerbread man.
He ate, and the apple tree said to him:
- You will go through the forest and see a milky river, jelly banks. Ask her there.
The gingerbread man thanked the river and they went on with their grandfather.
They walked and walked and suddenly the grandfather would cry:
- I'm tired, I'm thirsty!
Kolobok says:
- Be patient a little, the river is coming soon!
And the grandfather waited until the bun rolled away, and drank water from a puddle in which there was a hoof.
Gingerbread man looked around, looks, there is no grandfather, but a goat with a long beard is standing.
But there is nothing to do, they went on.
For a long time they walked like this and wandered into the very thicket, they look, there is a hut on chicken legs.
Kolobok says:
- Hut, turn your back to the forest, and front to us!
It turns out that a bone leg comes out of the hut of Baba Yaga and asks:
- Who are you and what are you doing in my forest?
Kolobok told her what had happened to them and asked Yagi for help.
- Well, - Baba Yaga answers, - I will help you.
You will reach the end of the forest, go out to the edge and see an oven with pies there. Her pies are tricky. You will talk politely with the stove, it will help you.
They found a stove. We greeted each other and talked about our grief.
Pechka says:
- I have magic cakes. With cabbage, jam and sausages. You, goat, you need to eat a pie with cabbage, and you, bun, with sausage.
And as soon as the goat ate the magic pie, he immediately became a normal grandfather, hardworking, kind and cheerful.
That's the end of the tale, and who listened - well done!
Rainy cloud history
rainy cloud
There was a small gray cloud in the sky. They called her a cloud - a wicked one. She had no friends because she made it rain all the time. And so the gray cloud wandered alone across the sky. Once a cloud flew over a small house with a beautiful garden. The cloud became interested in who lives there, and she stopped over the house, and immediately it began to rain. And suddenly an old woman ran out of this house, who was glad of the rain! The old woman smiled and shouted thanks to the cloud! And all because she was already old, and it was hard for her to carry watering cans with water to water the flowers. The cloud was glad that at least someone was happy about her rain, and began to fly to the house more often to help her grandmother water her favorite garden. The old woman thanked the cloud every time, and she flew away
satisfied in other places, and again returned. So the cloud - the angry one had a friend who was always happy for her!
As you sink, so you pop.
They lived - there was a grandfather and a woman, and they had three grandchildren. Once they asked their grandchildren to go to the forest for firewood. The brothers went out to the forest and dispersed in different directions. The eldest - Petya, went to the left, the youngest - Vova, to the right, and the middle Sasha went straight.
Petya comes and sees a huge pile of brushwood lying, he thinks: “Why should I try when everything is ready here, I’d better lie down in the shade, take a nap, and in the evening I will come and say that I prepared all this myself.
Vova walked through the forest for a long time, kicked cones, ate berries and got tired and decided to lie down to rest too. Sasha began to collect dry twigs and sticks and put them in a pile. So little by little, quietly, one bundle of brushwood turned out, then the second, and with a clear conscience he went home.
The eldest grandson had a good sleep, took a couple of branches and set off on his way back.
The middle one slept all the time, and when he woke up, he decided to return empty-handed.
Grandfather and grandmother meet their grandchildren and are surprised, the eldest carries several branches, the middle one is generally empty-handed, and the youngest two good bundles of brushwood. The old people did not expect such a result and decided to teach the lazy people a lesson. The grandfather says to them: “Well, granddaughters, thank you for your help. You surprised me a little. Well, okay, let’s go to the table, the grandmother has already prepared dinner there, probably, they’re hungry, because they spent the whole day in the forest. just a mug of water. The grandfather sees the disgruntled faces of Petya and Vova and says, “Why don’t you guys eat? As they say: as you stomp, so you will burst!
The grandfathers' brothers understood the lesson and decided never to deceive the elders and not be lazy again, because they are by example that nothing good will come of this.
They began to live, to live, and to make good, and to help the grandchildren of the elders!
The Tale of Spring and the Dwarves
Hardworking gnomes lived and lived in the dense forest. In winter, they usually worked and helped other inhabitants of the forest in search of food. They cleared the branches of trees from snow so that the sun's rays penetrated into the forest.
The dwarves really liked winter. But in February they began to miss the warm days. So they got together to call for Spring.
At the meeting, the dwarves thought about how it would be better to call Spring. One of the gnomes offered to sing a song about Spring. So that Spring will hear that she was praised, and she will be pleased.
Another dwarf suggested that he just go out and shout: “Spring! Come and warm us from sleep!
For a long time the dwarves thought about how it would be more correct for them to call Spring so that she would not be offended. In the end, they decided to go to Rechka for advice.
They asked the Spring River to call. She answers them: “I can’t call Spring. I need to break the ice first."
Then the gnomes decided that the Trees should help them. After all, they are the highest.
The trees rustle their leaves to them in response: “For Spring to notice us, we need to change our outfit. She will see us beautiful, and she herself will appear.
The gnomes began to ask the birds to call Spring.
The birds answer: “There are not enough of us birds in the forest. She won't hear us. Here our friends will return from the south, then we will call the whole choir. And Spring will come.
While the gnomes were looking for someone who would be able to call Spring to them, the ice melted on the river, young leaves began to appear on the trees, birds began to fly in from the south. The gnomes are basking in the sun and think that now the whole forest will call Spring.
They went back to the river and asked her: “River, the ice has gone off you, when will you call Spring?”
“I didn’t break the ice myself. A girl came and broke it!” the river answers.
The wisest of the dwarfs went out to the edge of the forest and said: "So Spring has already come, and we all want to call her."
And then a beautiful girl came out of the forest, whose name is Spring.
The squirrel jumped from branch to branch and fell right on the sleepy wolf. The wolf jumped up and wanted to eat her. The squirrel began to ask:
Let me in.
Wolf said:
Okay, I'll let you in, just tell me why you squirrels are so cheerful. I'm always bored, but you look at you, you're all playing and jumping up there.
Belka said:
First, let me climb the tree, and from there I will tell you, otherwise I am afraid of you.
The wolf let go, and the squirrel went to the tree and said from there:
You're bored because you're angry. Anger burns your heart. And we are cheerful because we are kind and do no harm to anyone.
Fairy tale "The Hare and the Man"
Russian traditional
The poor man, walking through the open field, saw a hare under a bush, was delighted and said:
That's when I'll live at home! I will catch this hare and sell it for four altyns, with that money I will buy a pig, she will bring me twelve little pigs; piglets will grow up, bring twelve more; I'll pin them all, I'll accumulate a barn of meat; I’ll sell the meat, and with the money I’ll run a house and get married myself; my wife will bear me two sons - Vaska and Vanka; the children will plow the arable land, and I will sit under the window and give orders. “Hey, you guys,” I shout, “Vaska and Vanka!
Yes, the peasant shouted so loudly that the hare was frightened and ran away, but the house with all the wealth, with his wife and children was gone ...
Fairy tale "How the fox got rid of nettles in the garden"
Once a fox came out into the garden and sees that a lot of nettles have grown on it. I wanted to pull it out, but I decided that it was not even worth starting. I already wanted to go to the house, but here comes the wolf:
Hello cousin, what are you doing?
And the cunning fox answers him:
Oh, you see, godfather, how many beautiful ones I have ugly. Tomorrow I will clean and store it.
What for? the wolf asks.
Well, then, - says the fox, - the one who smells nettles does not take the dog's fang. See godfather, do not come close to my nettle.
She turned and went into the house to sleep the fox. She wakes up in the morning and looks out the window, and her garden is empty, not a single nettle is left. The fox smiled and went to cook breakfast.
Fairy tale "Ryaba Hen"
Russian traditional
Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman in the same village.
And they had a chicken. named Ryaba.
One day the hen Ryaba laid an egg on them. Yes, not a simple egg, golden.
Grandfather beat the testicle, did not break it.
The woman beat and beat the testicle, did not break it.
The mouse ran, waved its tail, the testicle fell, and it broke!
The grandfather is crying, the woman is crying. And the hen Ryaba tells them:
Do not cry grandfather, do not cry woman! I'll lay you a new testicle, but not a simple one, but a golden one!
Tale of the most greedy man
Eastern fairy tale
In one city of the country of the Hausa lived the miser Na-khana. And he was so greedy that none of the inhabitants of the city had ever seen Na-khana give at least water to the traveler. He'd rather get a couple of slaps in the face than lose the smallest bit of his fortune. And this was a great fortune. Na-khana himself probably did not know exactly how many goats and sheep he had.
One day, returning from the pasture, Na-khana saw that one of his goats had stuck its head in a pot, but could not get it out. Na-khana himself tried for a long time to remove the pot, but in vain. Then he called the butchers and, after a long bargain, he sold the goat to them on the condition that they cut off her head and return the pot to him. The butchers slaughtered the goat, but when they took out its head, they broke the pot. Na-hana was furious.
I sold the goat at a loss, and you also broke the pot! he shouted. And even cried.
Since then, he did not leave the pots on the ground, but put them somewhere higher, so that goats or sheep would not stick their heads in them and cause him loss. And people began to call him the great miser and the most greedy man.
Fairy tale "Eyeglasses"
Brothers Grimm
The beautiful girl was lazy and slovenly. When she had to spin, she was annoyed at every knot in linen yarn and immediately broke it to no avail and threw it in a heap on the floor.
She had a maid - a hardworking girl: it happened that everything that the impatient beauty threw away would be collected, unraveled, cleaned and thinly rolled. And she accumulated so much of such matter that it was enough for a pretty dress.
A young man wooed a lazy beautiful girl, and everything was already prepared for the wedding.
At a bachelorette party, a diligent maid danced merrily in her dress, and the bride, looking at her, said mockingly:
"Look, how she dances! How merry she is! And she herself dressed up in my hair!"
The groom heard this and asked the bride what she wanted to say. She told the groom that this maid had woven a dress for herself from the same linen that she had discarded from her yarn.
As the groom heard this, he understood that the beauty was lazy, and the maid was zealous for work, he approached the maid, and chose her as his wife.
Fairy tale "Turnip"
Russian traditional
Grandfather planted a turnip and says:
Grow, grow, turnip, sweet! Grow, grow, turnip, strong!
The turnip has grown sweet, strong, big, big.
The grandfather went to pick a turnip: he pulls, he pulls, he cannot pull it out.
Grandpa called grandma.
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
The grandmother called her granddaughter.
Granddaughter for grandmother
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
They pull, they pull, they can't pull it out.
Granddaughter called Zhuchka.
Bug for granddaughter
Granddaughter for grandmother
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
They pull, they pull, they can't pull it out.
Bug called the cat.
Cat for a bug
Bug for granddaughter
Granddaughter for grandmother
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
They pull, they pull, they can't pull it out.
The cat called the mouse.
Mouse for a cat
Cat for a bug
Bug for granddaughter
Granddaughter for grandmother
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
Pull-pull - and pulled out a turnip. So the turnip's fairy tale is over, and whoever listened - well done! 
Fairy tale "Sun and cloud"
Gianni Rodari
The sun merrily and proudly rolled across the sky on its fiery chariot and generously scattered its rays - in all directions!
And everyone had fun. Only the cloud got angry and grumbled in the sun. And no wonder - she was in a thunderous mood.
- You're a spender! - the cloud frowned. - Leaky hands! Throw, throw your beams! Let's see what you're left with!
And in the vineyards, each berry caught the sun's rays and rejoiced in them. And there was not such a blade of grass, a spider or a flower, there was not even such a drop of water that would not try to get its piece of the sun.
- Well, spend more! - the cloud did not let up. - Spend your wealth! You will see how they will thank you when you have nothing left to take!
The sun was still merrily rolling across the sky and giving away its rays in millions, billions.
When it counted them at sunset, it turned out that everything was in place - look, every single one!
Upon learning of this, the cloud was so surprised that it immediately scattered into hail. And the sun splashed cheerfully into the sea.
Fairy tale "Sweet porridge"
Brothers Grimm
Once upon a time there was a poor, modest girl alone with her mother, and they had nothing to eat. Once the girl went into the forest and met an old woman on the way, who already knew about her miserable life and gave her an earthen pot. He had only to say: “Pot, cook!” - and tasty, sweet millet porridge will be cooked in it; and just tell him: “Potty, stop it!” - and the porridge will stop cooking in it. The girl brought a pot home to her mother, and now they got rid of poverty and hunger and began to eat sweet porridge whenever they wanted.
Once the girl left home, and the mother says: “Pot, cook!” - and porridge began to boil in it, and the mother ate her fill. But she wanted the pot to stop cooking porridge, but she forgot the word. And now he cooks and cooks, and the porridge is already creeping over the edge, and all the porridge is being cooked. Now the kitchen is full, and the whole hut is full, and porridge is creeping into another hut, and the street is all full, as if it wants to feed the whole world; and a great misfortune happened, and not a single person knew how to help that grief. Finally, when only the house remains intact, a girl comes; and only she said: “Pot, stop it!” - he stopped cooking porridge; and the one who had to go back to the city had to eat his way through the porridge. 
Fairy tale "Black grouse and the fox"
Tolstoy L.N.
The black grouse was sitting on a tree. The fox came up to him and said:
- Hello, black grouse, my friend, as soon as I heard your voice, I came to visit you.
“Thank you for your kind words,” said the grouse.
The fox pretended not to hear, and said:
– What are you talking about? I can not hear. You, black grouse, my friend, would go down to the grass for a walk, talk to me, otherwise I won’t hear from the tree.
Teterev said:
- I'm afraid to go to the grass. It is dangerous for us birds to walk on the ground.
Or are you afraid of me? - said the fox.
“Not you, I’m afraid of other animals,” said the black grouse. - There are all kinds of animals.
- No, black grouse, my friend, today the decree has been announced so that there will be peace throughout the earth. Now the animals do not touch each other.
“That’s good,” said the black grouse, “otherwise the dogs are running, if only in the old way, you would have to leave, but now you have nothing to be afraid of.”
The fox heard about the dogs, pricked up her ears and wanted to run.
– Where are you? - said the grouse. - After all, now the decree, the dogs will not be touched.
- And who knows! - said the fox. Maybe they didn't hear the order.
And she ran away.
Fairy tale "The Tsar and the Shirt"
Tolstoy L.N.
One king was sick and said:
“I will give half of the kingdom to the one who will cure me.
Then all the wise men gathered and began to judge how to cure the king. Nobody knew. Only one wise man said that the king can be cured. He said:
- If you find a happy person, take off his shirt and put it on the king, the king will recover.
The king sent to look for a happy person in his kingdom; but the ambassadors of the king traveled all over the kingdom for a long time and could not find a happy person. There was not a single one that was satisfied with everyone. Who is rich, let him be ill; who is healthy, but poor; who is healthy and rich, but his wife is not good; and whoever has children who are not good - everyone complains about something.
Once, late in the evening, the king's son was walking past the hut, and he heard someone say:
- Here, thank God, I've worked out, eaten and go to bed; what else do i need?
The king's son was delighted, ordered to take off this man's shirt, and give him money for it, as much as he wants, and take the shirt to the king.
The messengers came to the happy man and wanted to take off his shirt; but the happy one was so poor that he had no shirt on.
Tale "Chocolate Road"
Gianni Rodari
Three little boys lived in Barletta - three brothers. Somehow they were walking outside the city and suddenly saw some strange road - even, smooth and all brown.
- What, I wonder, is this road made of? The older brother was surprised.
“I don’t know from what, but not from planks,” the middle brother remarked.
They wondered, wondered, and then knelt down and licked the road with their tongues.
And the road, it turns out, was all lined with chocolate bars. Well, the brothers, of course, were not at a loss - they began to regale themselves. Piece by piece - they did not notice how the evening came. And they all gobble up chocolate. So we ate it all the way! Not a piece of her is left. As if there was no road at all, no chocolate!
– Where are we now? The older brother was surprised.
“I don’t know where, but it’s not Bari!” the middle brother answered.
The brothers were confused - they did not know what to do. Fortunately, a peasant came out to meet them, returning from the field with his cart.
“Let me take you home,” he offered. And he took the brothers to Barletta, right up to the house.
The brothers began to get out of the cart and suddenly saw that it was all made of cookies. They rejoiced and, without thinking twice, began to gobble her up on both cheeks. There was nothing left of the cart - no wheels, no shafts. Everyone ate.
That's how lucky one day three little brothers from Barletta. No one has ever been so lucky, and who knows if they will ever be.
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 hat.
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,” the Baba Yaga says to him, “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 that 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 a distance.
Here come the guests.
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit...
Guests see: in the palace
The king sits in his crown,
And the weaver and the cook,
With the matchmaker Babarikha
Sitting around the king
Four all three look.
Tsar Saltan planting guests
At your table and asks:
"Oh you gentlemen,
How long did you travel? where?
Is it okay overseas or is it bad?
And what is the miracle in the world?
The sailors replied:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Life beyond the sea is not bad,
In the light, what a miracle:
An island in the sea lies
The city stands on the island,
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
Spruce grows in front of the palace,
And below it is a crystal house:
The squirrel lives in it tame,
Yes, what a miracle!
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, the nuts gnaw everything;
And nuts are not simple,
The shells are golden
The nuclei are pure emerald;
The squirrel is groomed, protected.
There is another wonder:
The sea rages violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will spill in a quick run,
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All beauties are gone
young giants,
Everyone is equal, as in the selection -
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
And that guard is not more reliable,
Not braver, not more diligent.
And the prince has a wife,
What you can't take your eyes off:
In the daytime, the light of God eclipses,
Illuminates the earth at night;
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead a star burns.
Prince Gvidon rules that city,
Everyone zealously praises him;
He sent you a bow
Yes, he blames you:
He promised to visit us,
And so far I haven’t gathered.”
Nikolai Teleshov "Krupenichka"
Voivode Vseslav had an only daughter named Krupenichka. Year after year passed, and from a fair-haired girl with blue eyes, Krupenichka turned into a rare beauty. The parents began to think about whom to marry her. They didn’t even want to think of betraying them to a foreign side and chose such a son-in-law to live together and never part with their daughter.
The fame of the marvelous beauty spread far around, and Vseslav was very proud of this. But old mother Varvarushka was afraid of such fame and was always angry when she was asked about the beauty of Krupenichka.
We don't have any beauty! she grumbled. And we have a girl like a girl: there are many like ours everywhere.
But she herself could not stop looking and looking at her Krupenichka. She knew that there was no one more beautiful than her; and there is no more beautiful, and kinder, and no sweeter. Old and young, poor and rich, friends and foes - everyone loved Krupenichka for her kind heart. Among the people, there was even a song about her:
Krupenichka, red maiden,
You are our dove, joy-heart,
Live, bloom, get younger and
Be joyful to all kind people.
Flew, flew the glory of the beauty of Krupenichka and flew to the Tatar camp, to the commander Talantai.
- Goy you, brave warriors, daring riders! Show me what a beauty the voivode Vseslav has, his daughter Krupenichka! said Talantai. "Is she not fit to be our khan's wife?"
Then three riders mounted their horses, put on dressing gowns: one was green, like grass, the other was gray, like a forest road, the third was brown, like pine trunks, screwed up their cunning eyes, smiled at each other with the same corners of their lips, shook their shaved heads fervently in shaggy hats and rode and galloped with valiant cries. And a few days later they returned and brought Talantai with them for their khan: a marvelous beauty - Krupenichka.
She went with her mother Varvarushka to swim in the lake, and in the forest, as if on purpose, berry after berry of ripe strawberries lures deeper into the thicket. And mother tells her all about the grass-fed that grows like white stars in the middle of the lake: you need to collect this grass-fed and sew it into your belt, and then no misfortune will happen to a person: the grass will take away any trouble. And before they both had time to scream, gray dust suddenly rose in front of them from the path, on one side a pine tree stump fell from its place and rushed under their feet, and on the other side a green bush jumped at them. They picked up Krupenichka - and then mother Varvarushka saw what kind of green bush it was; she clung to him with all her strength, but the Tatar slyly dodged and slipped out of his clothes, the villain. Varvarushka fell to the ground with a green robe in her hands. And what happened next, she did not know, did not know, as if her mind had been eclipsed with grief. She sits all day long on the shore of the lake, looking at the expanse of water and saying everything:
- Overcome-grass! Overcome me high mountains, low valleys, blue lakes, steep banks, dense forests, let me see my dear Krupenichka!
Once she was sitting over the lake and howling and crying, when suddenly a passer-by old man, short, thin, with a white beard, with a bag over his shoulders, suddenly approached her, and said to Varvarushka:
- I'm going to the far side of the Basurman. Do not take down a bow from you?
Varvarushka was overjoyed, threw herself at the old man's feet, weeping, and again wailed like a mad woman:
- Overcome-grass! If you had overcome the evil people: no matter how hard they thought of us, they would not do bad things to us. Give me back, old man, my Krupenichka!
The old man listened and kindly replied:
- When so. be my faithful companion and helper! he said to mother and waved his sleeve over her head.
And immediately Varvarushka turned into a traveling staff. The old man went with him, leaning where it was difficult, pushing bushes aside for them in the thickets, and in the villages waving them away from the dogs.
The old man walked and walked and came to the Tatar camp, where Talantay lived and where a caravan was now being equipped to send precious gifts to the khan. They sent gold and furs, semi-precious stones and equipped the beauties of slaves on their way. Among them was Krupenichka.
An old man stopped near the road along which the caravan would go, unfolded his bundle and began to lay out various sweets for sale - here he has honey, and gingerbread, and nuts. He looked around to see if there was anyone, raised his traveling staff above his head and threw it on the ground, then waved his sleeve over it - and instead of a staff, mother Varvarushka rose from the grass and stands in front of him.
“Well, now, mother, don’t yawn,” said the old man. - Look with all your eyes at the road: a small grain will soon fall on it. As soon as it falls, take it quickly, hold it in your hand and take care until we return home. Look, do not lose the grain, as long as your Krupenichka is dear to you.
Here the caravan set off from the camp; he passes along the road past an old man, and he is sitting on the lawn, spreading sweets around him and shouting affably:
- Eat, beauties, honeycombs, fragrant gingerbread, roasted nuts!
And mother Varvarushka agrees with him:
- Eat, beauties: you will be happier, you will become rosier!
The Tatars saw them, ordered them to immediately treat the beauties with sweets, and the old men brought them their treat.
- Eat, eat for health!
Girls surrounded them; some chuckle merrily, others stare silently, still others are sad and turn away.
- Eat, girls, eat, beauties!
Even from a distance, Krupenichka saw her mother Varvarushka. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his face turned white. She feels that the old woman appeared for a reason and does not recognize her for a reason, but goes to her as if she were a stranger, does not greet her, does not bow, goes straight at her, looks with all her eyes and only repeats the same thing in a loud voice:
- Eat, darlings, eat!
The old man also shouts, and he himself distributes nuts to some, honey to some, gingerbread to others - and everyone suddenly became cheerful.
The old man came closer to Krupenichka, and how he threw into the air, to the left side of her, above everyone’s heads, a whole handful of gifts, and even a handful, and even a handful, and when they rushed with laughter to catch and pick up the gifts, he waved his sleeve over Krupenichka to the right - and Krupenichka was gone, and instead of her a small buckwheat seed fell on the road.
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 a gem hidden in her head and that was why her eyes were 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 its 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 the Man said, but people know everything, everything! 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? asked the Hedgehog.
“Three,” replied the Hedgehog.
- Ouch! 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?
- Truth.
“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. Everything.
- 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. Nothing to do about. 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.
Russian folk tale "Winged, furry and oily"
At the edge of the forest, in a warm hut, there lived three brothers: a winged sparrow, a shaggy mouse, and a buttered pancake.
A sparrow flew from the field, a mouse ran away from the cat, a pancake ran away from the pan.
They lived, lived, did not offend each other. Each did his own work, helped the other. Sparrow brought food - from the fields of grains, from the forest of mushrooms, from the bean garden. The little mouse was chopping wood, and pancake cabbage soup and porridge.
We lived well. It used to happen that a sparrow came back from hunting, washed himself with spring water, and sat down on a bench to rest. And the mouse carries firewood, sets the table, counts painted spoons. And the pancake by the stove - blush and lush - cooks cabbage soup, salts it with coarse salt, tastes porridge.
They sit at the table - they do not praise. Sparrow says:
- Eh, so cabbage soup, boyar cabbage soup, how good and fat!
And damn him:
- And I, damn it, will plunge into the pot and get out - that's cabbage soup and fat!
And the sparrow eats porridge, praises:
- Oh, porridge, well, porridge - much hot!
And the mouse to him:
- And I'll bring firewood, finely gnaw it, throw it into the oven, scatter it with my tail - the fire burns well in the oven - that's the porridge and it's hot!
- Yes, and I, - says the sparrow, - do not miss: I will pick mushrooms, I will drag beans - here you are full!
So they lived, praised each other, and did not offend themselves.
Only once did the sparrow think.
“I,” he thinks, “fly all day through the forest, kicking my legs, fluttering my wings, but how do they work? In the morning, the pancake lies on the stove - it basks, and only in the evening it is taken for dinner. And the mouse carries firewood and gnaws in the morning, and then it climbs onto the stove, rolls over on its side, and sleeps until dinner. And I am on the hunt from morning to night - at hard work. No more of this!”
The sparrow got angry - stamped its feet, flapped its wings and let's shout:
We'll change jobs tomorrow!
Well, okay, fine. Damn and the little mouse see that there is nothing to do, and they decided on that. The next day in the morning the pancake went hunting, the sparrow to chop wood, and the mouse to cook dinner.
Here the pancake rolled into the forest. Rolls down the path and sings:
Jumping gallop,
Jumping gallop,
I am an oily side
Mixed with sour cream
Fried in butter!
Jumping gallop,
Jumping gallop,
I am an oily side!
He ran and ran, and Lisa Patrikeevna met him.
- Where are you, pancake, running, in a hurry?
- On the hunt.
- And what you, pancake, a song sing? Damn jumped on the spot and sang:
Jumping gallop,
Jumping gallop,
I am an oily side
Mixed with sour cream
Fried in butter!
Jumping gallop,
Jumping gallop,
I am an oily side!
“You sing well,” says Lisa Patrikeevna, and she herself gets closer. - So, you say, mixed with sour cream?
And damn her:
— On sour cream and with sugar!
And the fox to him:
- Jump-jump, you say?
Yes, how he jumps, how he snorts, how he grabs his oily side - um!
And the damn thing screams:
- Let me go, fox, into the dense forests, for mushrooms, for beans - to hunt!
And the fox to him:
- No, I'll eat you, swallow you, with sour cream, butter and sugar!
Damn fought, fought, barely escaped from the fox - left his side in his teeth - he ran home!
And what is being done at home?
The mouse began to cook cabbage soup: whatever she puts it, but cabbage soup is still not fat, not good, not oily.
“How,” he thinks, “did you cook pancake cabbage soup? Oh, yes, he will dive into the pot and swim out, and the cabbage soup will become fat!
She took the mouse and rushed into the pot. Scalded, scalded, barely jumped out! The fur coat has come out, the tail is trembling. She sat down on a bench and shed tears.
And the sparrow drove firewood: he dung, dragged and let's peck, break into small chips. He pecked, pecked, his beak turned to the side. He sat down on the mound and tears poured.
A pancake ran to the house, he sees: a sparrow is sitting on a mound - its beak is on the side, the sparrow is flooded with tears. A pancake ran into the hut - a mouse is sitting on a bench, its fur coat has come out, its tail is trembling.
When they saw that half a side of the pancake had been eaten, they cried even more.
Damn it says:
- It always happens when one nods at the other, does not want to do his job.
Here the sparrow, out of shame, hid under the bench. Well, there was nothing to do, they cried and grieved, and they began to live again in the old way: a sparrow to bring food, a mouse to chop wood, and pancake cabbage soup and cook porridge.
This is how they live, chewing gingerbread, drinking honey, remembering us.
Issues for discussion
How do Russian folk tales usually begin? Does this story start the same or differently?
What were the names of the characters in the story? Why did they have such unusual names?
How were your friends in the beginning? (“They lived, lived, did not offend each other”; “they lived well.”)
Why did they get along so well? Remember what each of them did and how they did their job?
Why did a sparrow once take offense at his friends? Do you think he was right?
Tell me what happened when the friends decided to swap their responsibilities, their jobs.
Why do you think the pancake didn’t turn out to be a hunter, a hunter, a mouse couldn’t cook delicious food, and a sparrow couldn’t chop wood?
Damn at the end of the tale said: "It always happens when one nods at the other, does not want to do his job." How do you understand these words? Why the hell did he say that?
What does this tale teach?
Russian folk tale "Cat-vorkot, Kotofey Kotofeevich"
At the edge of the forest, in a small hut, there lived an old man and an old woman. They had no cow, no pig, no cattle, but only one cat. Cat-vorkot, Kotofey Kotofeevich. And that cat was greedy and thieving: either he licks sour cream, then he eats butter, then he drinks milk. He eats, gets drunk, lies down in a corner, strokes his belly with his paw, but that’s all - “meow” and “meow”, yes, everything is “little” and “little”, “I would like pancakes and pancakes, I would like butter pies.”
Well, the old man endured, endured, but could not endure: he took the cat, carried it into the forest, and left it. "Live, Cat Kotofeich, as you like, go, Cat Kotofeich, wherever you know."
And Kot Kotofeich buried himself in the moss, covered himself with his tail, and sleeps for himself.
Well, the day has passed - Kotofeich wanted to eat. And in the forest there is no sour cream, no milk, no pancakes, no pies, nothing at all. Trouble! Oh, you Kitty-cat - an empty belly! The cat went through the forest - the back was an arc, the tail was a pipe, the mustache was a brush. And Lisa Patrikeevna met him:
- Oh ti me, oh ti me. Who are you, what country are you from? The back is arched, the tail is a pipe, the mustache is brushed?
And the cat arched his back, snorted once or twice, his mustache flared:
— Who am I? From the Siberian forests - Kotofey Kotofeyich.
- Let's go, dear Kotofey Kotofeyich, to visit me, little fox.
- Let's go to.
The fox brought him to her porch, to her palace. Come on, let's eat. She gives him wild animals, she gives him ham and a sparrow.
"Meow yes meow!"
- Not enough, not enough, I would like pancakes and pancakes, I would like butter pies!
Here the fox says:
“Cat Kotofeich, how can you feed such a greedy and picky one to your heart’s content?” I'm going to ask my neighbors for help.
The fox ran through the forest. A silk coat, a golden tail, a fiery eye - oh, a good little fox-sister!
And a wolf meets her:
- Hello, fox gossip, where are you running, what are you in a hurry for, what are you fussing about?
- Oh, don't ask, don't delay, wolf-cuman, I don't have time.
And the wolf to her:
“Ah, wolf-kumanyok, my beloved brother came to me from distant lands, from Siberian forests - Kotofey Kotofeyich.
- You can, wolf, gray bochishche, only he is very angry. Do not approach him without a gift - he will tear off the skin.
- And I, gossip, will bring him a ram.
- Sheep is not enough for him. Anyway. I'll pat for you, kumanek, maybe he will come out to you.
And a bear is facing her.
- Hello, little fox, hello, gossip, hello, beauty! Where are you running, what are you in a hurry for, what are you fussing about?
“Oh, don’t ask, don’t delay, Mikhailo Mikhailovich, I don’t have time.
- Tell me, gossip, what you need, maybe I can help.
Ah, Mikhailo Mikhailovich! My beloved brother came to me from distant lands, from the Siberian forests - Kotofey Kotofeyich.
“Can’t you, gossip, look at him?”
- Oh, Mishenka, my cat Kotofeich is angry: whoever doesn’t like it will eat it now. Do not approach him without a gift.
- I'll bring him a bull.
- That's it! Only you, Mishenka, the bull under the pine tree, yourself on the pine tree, do not grunt, sit quietly. And then he will eat you.
The fox waved its tail and was like that.
Well, the next day, the wolf and the bear brought gifts to the fox's house - a ram and a bull. Folded gifts under a pine tree, let's argue.
“Go, wolf, gray tail, call the fox and your brother,” the bear says, but he himself trembles, he is afraid of the cat.
And the wolf to him:
- No, Mishenka, go yourself, you are bigger and fatter, it is more difficult to eat you.
They hide behind each other, they don't want to go. Out of nowhere, a hare-hare, a short tail, runs.
And Mishka on him:
Became a bunny. He trembles, chatters his teeth, twitches his tail.
- Go, bunny, short tail, to Lisa Patrikeevna. Tell them that my brother and I are waiting for them.
Bunny and ran.
And the wolf-wolf whines, trembles:
- Mikhailo Mikhailovich, I'm small, hide me!
Well, Mishka hid it in the bushes. And he climbed onto a pine tree, on the very dome.
Here the fox opened the door, stepped on the threshold and shouts:
“Gather together, forest animals, small and large, see what kind of Siberian forests Kotofey Kotofeyich is!”
Yes, and Kot Kotofeich came out: his back was an arch, his tail was a pipe, his mustache was a brush.
The bear saw him and whispers to the wolf:
- Ugh, what a little animal - a small, rotten one! And the cat saw the meat, but how it jumps, how it starts to tear the meat!
- Meow yes meow, little and little, I would like pancakes and pancakes, I would like butter pies!
The bear was shaking with fear:
— Oh, trouble! Small and strong, strong and greedy - the bull is not enough for him. No matter how you eat me!
Mishka is sitting, trembling, shaking the whole pine tree. The wolf would also like to look at the outlandish beast. Moved under the leaves, and the cat thinks it's a mouse. How he rushes, how he jumps, he releases his claws - right in the nose of the wolf!
Wolf - Run. The cat saw a wolf, got scared and jumped on a pine tree. Higher, higher climbs. And on the pine is a bear.
“The trouble,” he thinks, “he ate the wolf, he gets to me!”
It trembled, weakened, and as it rattled from a tree, it beat off all its sides. The runaway started off. And the fox twirls its tail, shouting after them:
- But he will ask you, here he will eat you! Wait a minute, wait a minute!
Well, since then, all the animals have become afraid of the cat. They began to pay tribute to him. Who - wild game, who - ham, who - pancakes, who - butter pies. They will bring it, put it under a pine tree - yes, run. Oh, the gray cat, the fox brother, from the Siberian forests, Kot Kotofeich, has healed well, with an arched back, a pipe tail, a brushed mustache.
That's the whole fairy tale, you can't weave anymore. The fairy tale is over, and I have a birch chest. In the casket there are bowls and spoons, harmonicas: sing, dance and live, praise our fairy tale.
Issues for discussion
Who is this tale about? How do you imagine Kota-vorkot, Kotofey Kotofeyevich?
Tell me how the cat ended up in the forest. Could he be starving? Who saved him from starvation?
What did the fox do when she saw that the cat was greedy and picky about food? Why do you think she didn't kick him out, but ran to get him more food?
What trick did the fox come up with to feed the cat?
Tell me how the cat scared the wolf and the bear.
How did this fairy tale end?
What fairy-tale formula is placed at the very end of the fairy tale, after the fairy-tale story? (“That’s the whole fairy tale, you can’t weave anymore. The fairy tale is over, and I have a birch chest. In the chest there are bowls and spoons, harmonicas: sing, dance and live, praise our fairy tale.”)
What do you imagine Lisa Patrikeevna? How is she described in the story? (“A silk coat, a golden tail, a fiery eye - oh, a good little fox-sister!”) What does the storyteller call her? (Fox, fox-sister, gossip-fox, gossip, beauty.) Do you think the storyteller likes her? Did you like her? How?
Russian folk tale "Sivka-Burka"
There was an old man who had three sons. Everyone called the younger Ivanushka the Fool.
Once an old man sowed wheat. Good wheat was born, but only someone got into the habit of crushing and trampling that wheat.
Here the old man says to his sons:
- My dear children! Guard the wheat every night in turn, catch the thief!
The first night has come.
The eldest son went to guard the wheat, but he wanted to sleep. He climbed into the hayloft and slept until morning.
Comes home in the morning and says:
“I didn’t sleep all night, guarding the wheat!” Izzyab all, but did not see the thief.
On the second night, the middle son went. And he slept all night in the hayloft.
On the third night, Ivanushka the Fool's turn comes.
He put the cake in his bosom, took the rope and went. He came to the field, sat on a stone. He sits, does not sleep, chews the pie, waits for the thief.
At midnight a horse galloped to the wheat - one piece of hair was silver, the other was gold; he runs - the earth trembles, smoke pours out of his ears in a column, flames burst from his nostrils.
And that horse began to eat wheat. Not so much eating as trampling with hooves.
Ivanushka crept up to the horse and immediately threw a rope around his neck.
The horse rushed with all its might - it was not there! Ivanushka jumped up on him deftly and grabbed tightly by the mane.
Already the horse wore, wore it across the open field, galloped, galloped - he could not throw it off!
The horse began to ask Ivanushka:
- Let me go, Ivanushka, to freedom! I will do you a great service for this.
“All right,” Ivanushka replies, “I’ll let you go, but how can I find you later?”
- And you go out into the open field, into the wide expanse, whistle three times with a valiant whistle, bark with a heroic cry: “Sivka-Burka, prophetic kaurka, stand in front of me like a leaf in front of grass!” - I'll be here.
Ivanushka released the horse and took from him a promise to never eat or trample wheat again.
Ivanushka came home in the morning.
“Well, tell me, what did you see there?” the brothers ask.
- I caught, - says Ivanushka, - a horse - one hair is silver, the other is gold.
- Where is that horse?
- Yes, he promised not to go to the wheat anymore, so I let him go.
The brothers did not believe Ivanushka, they laughed at him plenty. But since that night, no one really touched the wheat ...
Soon after this, the king sent messengers to all the villages, to all the cities, to call out:
- Gather, boyars and nobles, merchants and ordinary peasants, to the tsar's courtyard. The tsar's daughter Elena the Beautiful is sitting in her high chamber by the window. Whoever rides a horse to the princess and removes a golden ring from her hand, she will marry for that!
On the indicated day, the brothers are going to go to the royal court - not to ride themselves, but at least to look at others. And Ivanushka asks them:
- Brothers, give me at least some kind of horse, and I will go and look at Elena the Beautiful!
"Where are you going, fool!" Do you want to make people laugh? Sit on the stove and pour the ashes!
The brothers left, and Ivan the Fool said to his brother's wives:
- Give me a basket, I'll even go to the forest - I'll pick mushrooms!
He took a basket and went, as if picking mushrooms.
Ivanushka went out into an open field, into a wide expanse, threw a basket under a bush, and he himself whistled with a valiant whistle, barked with a heroic cry:
- Whatever, Ivanushka?
“I want to see the tsar’s daughter Elena the Beautiful!” Ivanushka answers.
- Well, get into my right ear, get out into my left!
Ivanushka climbed into the horse's right ear, and climbed out into the left - and became such a fine fellow that he could not think of it, not guess it, not say it in a fairy tale, not describe it with a pen! I sat down on Sivka-Burka and galloped straight to the city.
He caught up with his brothers on the road, galloped past them, showered them with road dust.
Ivanushka galloped to the square - straight to the royal palace. He looks: the people are visible, invisible, and in a high tower, by the window, sits Princess Elena the Beautiful. On her hand, the ring sparkles - it has no price! And she is the beauty of beauties.
Everyone is looking at Elena the Beautiful, but no one dares to reach her: no one wants to break his neck.
Here Ivanushka Sivka-Burka hit the steep sides ... The horse snorted, neighed, jumped - only three logs did not jump to the princess.
The people were surprised, and Ivanushka turned Sivka and galloped away.
Everyone screams:
— Who is that? Who is that?
And Ivanushki was already gone. They saw where he rode from, did not see where he rode.
Ivanushka rushed into the open field, jumped off his horse, climbed into his left ear, and climbed out into his right and became, as before, Ivanushka the Fool.
He released Sivka-Burka, picked up a full basket of fly agaric and brought it home.
- Eva, what fungi are good!
The brothers' wives got angry at Ivanushka and let's scold him:
- What kind of mushrooms did you bring, you fool? You are the only one to eat them!
Ivanushka chuckled, climbed onto the stove and sat.
The brothers returned home and told their wives what they had seen in the city:
- Well, mistresses, what a fine fellow came to the king! We have never seen anything like this. Before the princess, only three logs did not jump.
And Ivanushka lies on the stove and chuckles:
“Fellow brothers, wasn’t it me there?”
“Where are you, fool, to be there!” Sit on the stove and catch flies!
The next day, the older brothers went to the city again, and Ivanushka took a basket and went for mushrooms.
He went out into an open field, into a wide expanse, threw a basket, he himself whistled with a valiant whistle, barked with a heroic cry:
- Sivka-Burka, prophetic kaurka, stand in front of me, like a leaf in front of grass!
The horse is running, the earth is trembling, smoke is pouring out of the ears, flames are bursting from the nostrils.
He ran and stood in front of Ivanushka as if rooted to the spot.
Ivanushka Sivke-Burke climbed into his right ear, crawled out into his left and became a fine fellow. He jumped on his horse and galloped to the palace.
He sees: there are even more people in the square than before. Everyone admires the princess, but they don’t even think about jumping: they are afraid to break their neck!
Here Ivanushka hit his horse on the steep sides.
Sivka-Burka neighed, jumped - and only two logs did not reach the princess's window.
Ivanushka Sivka turned and galloped away. They saw where he rode from, did not see where he rode.
And Ivanushka is already in the open field.
He let Sivka-Burka go, and he went home. He sat down on the stove, sitting, waiting for his brothers.
The brothers come home and say:
- Well, hostesses, the same fellow came again! I did not jump to the princess only by two logs.
Ivanushka and tells them:
"Sit down, you fool, shut up!"
On the third day, the brothers are going to go again, and Ivanushka says:
- Give me at least a poor little horse: I'll go with you too!
"Stay at home, fool!" Only you are missing! They said and left.
Ivanushka went out into an open field, into a wide expanse, whistled with a valiant whistle, barked with a heroic cry:
- Sivka-Burka, prophetic kaurka, stand in front of me, like a leaf in front of grass!
The horse is running, the earth is trembling, smoke is pouring out of the ears, flames are bursting from the nostrils. He ran and stood in front of Ivanushka as if rooted to the spot.
Ivanushka climbed into the horse's right ear, climbed out into the left. The young man became well done and galloped to the royal palace.
Ivanushka rode up to the high tower, whipped Sivka-Burka with a whip ... The horse neighed louder than before, hit the ground with its hooves, jumped - and jumped to the window!
Ivanushka kissed Elena the Beautiful on her scarlet lips, removed the cherished ring from her finger and sped away. They just saw him!
Here everyone made a noise, shouted, waved their hands.
And Ivanushki was gone.
He released Sivka-Burka, came home. One hand is wrapped in a cloth.
- What happened to you? ask the brothers' wives.
- Yes, I was looking for mushrooms, I pricked myself on a twig ... - and climbed onto the stove.
The brothers returned, began to tell what had happened and how.
- Well, mistresses, that fellow this time jumped so much that he jumped to the princess and took the ring off her finger!
Ivanushka is sitting on the stove, but know your own:
“Brothers, wasn’t it me there?”
"Sit down, fool, don't talk in vain!"
Here Ivanushka wanted to look at the princess's precious ring.
As he unwound the rag, so the whole hut shone!
"Stop fiddling with fire, you fool!" the brothers shout. - You'll burn down the hut! Time to get you out of the house!
Ivanushka did not answer them, but again tied the ring with a rag ...
Three days later, the king called out again, so that all the people, no matter how many in the kingdom, were going to him for a feast and that no one dared to stay at home. And whoever disdains the royal feast, his head off his shoulders!
Nothing to do, the brothers went to the feast, and they took Ivanushka the Fool with them.
They arrived, sat down at oak tables, patterned tablecloths, drinking and eating, talking.
And Ivanushka climbed behind the stove, into a corner, and sits there.
Elena the Beautiful walks around, treating the guests. She brings wine and honey to each, and she herself looks to see if anyone has her cherished ring on her hand. Whoever has a ring on his hand is her bridegroom.
Only no one has a ring in sight ...
She went around everyone, coming to the last one - to Ivanushka. And he sits behind the stove, his clothes are thin, the bast shoes are torn, one arm is tied with a rag.
The brothers look and think: “Look, the princess brings wine to our Ivashka!”
And Elena the Beautiful gave Ivanushka a glass of wine and asked:
- Why is it that you, well done, have your hand tied?
- I went to the forest for mushrooms and pricked myself on a bough.
- Come on, untie, show me!
Ivanushka untied his hand, and on his finger the princess's cherished ring: it shines, it sparkles!
Elena the Beautiful was delighted, took Ivanushka by the hand, led her to her father and said:
“Here, father, my fiancé has been found!”
They washed Ivanushka, combed his hair, dressed him, and he became not Ivanushka the Fool, but a fine fellow, well done, you just don’t recognize it!
Here they did not wait and argue - a merry feast and for the wedding!
I was at that feast, I drank honey-beer, it flowed down my mustache, but it didn’t get into my mouth.
Issues for discussion
Who is the main character of the fairy tale? Who was Ivanushka? How was he different from his brothers?
Who in the fairy tale can be called the magical assistant of the protagonist, Ivanushka? What did the horse Sivka-Burka look like? Why did he begin to serve Ivanushka?
What cherished word called Ivanushka Sivka-Burka? How is this described in the story?
Why was this horse magical? What magical transformations took place in this fairy tale?
In Russian folk tales, all important events usually happen three times. What happened three times in this story? (Father had three sons, three nights the brothers guarded the field, three times they went to the city, three times Ivanushka called the horse, three times Ivanushka drove his faithful horse to jump to the upper window where Elena the Beautiful sits.)
How did the princess find her fiance? Describe what Ivanushka was like when he sat at the feast behind the stove. Why do you think Elena the Beautiful did not change her mind about marrying him?
What part of the story did you like the most?
What "fabulous" expressions did you notice in the fairy tale "Sivka-Burka"? (“neither think, nor guess, nor write with a pen”, “half a kingdom in addition”, “sugar lips”, “good fellow”, “high towers”, etc.)
Does every story have three parts? What are these parts? (Beginning, middle, end.) What words does the fairy tale "Sivka-Burka" begin with? How does it end?
Remember the magic words: "Sivka-Burka, prophetic kaurka, stand in front of me, like a leaf in front of grass!"
Russian folk tale "Vasilisa the Beautiful"
In a certain kingdom there lived a merchant. He lived in marriage for twelve years and had only one daughter, Vasilisa the Beautiful. When her mother died, the girl was eight years old. Dying, the merchant's wife called her daughter to her, took the doll out from under the blanket, gave it to her and said: “Listen, Vasilisushka! Remember and fulfill my last words. I am dying and, together with my parental blessing, I leave you this doll; take care of it always with you and do not show it to anyone; and when a misfortune befalls you, give her something to eat and ask her for advice. She will eat and tell you how to help misfortune.
Then the mother kissed her daughter and died.
After the death of his wife, the merchant groaned as he should, and then began to think about how to marry again. He was a good man: there was no business for brides, but one widow came to his liking most of all. She was already in years, had her two daughters, almost the same age as Vasilisa - therefore, she was both a mistress and an experienced mother. The merchant married a widow, but was deceived and did not find in her a good mother for his Vasilisa. Vasilisa was the first beauty in the whole village; her stepmother and sisters envied her beauty, tormented her with all kinds of work, so that she would lose weight from labor, and turn black from the wind and sun; there was no life at all!
Vasilisa endured everything without a murmur, and every day she grew prettier and stouter, and meanwhile the stepmother and her daughters grew thinner and uglier with anger, despite the fact that they always sat with folded hands like ladies. How was it done? Vasilisa was helped by her doll. Without this, where would the girl cope with all the work! On the other hand, Vasilisa herself would not eat it herself, and even leave the doll the tidbit, and in the evening, when everyone had settled down, she would lock herself in the closet where she lived, and regale her, saying: “Here, doll, eat, listen to my grief! I live in the father's house, I do not see myself any joy; the evil stepmother drives me from the white world. Teach me how to be and live and what to do? The doll eats, and then gives her advice and consoles her in grief, and in the morning she does all the work for Vasilisa; she only rests in the cold and picks flowers, and she already has weeded ridges, and watered cabbage, and water has been applied, and the stove has been fired. The chrysalis will also point out to Vasilisa and weed for sunburn. It was good for her to live with a doll.
Several years have passed; Vasilisa grew up and became a bride. All suitors in the city are courting Vasilisa; no one will look at stepmother's daughters. The stepmother is more angry than ever and answers all the suitors: “I will not give out the youngest before the elders!” And when he sees off the suitors, he takes out the evil on Vasilisa with beatings.
Once a merchant had to leave home for a long time on business. The stepmother moved to live in another house, and near this house there was a dense forest, and in the forest in a clearing there was a hut, and in the hut lived a baba-yaga; she would not let anyone near her and ate people like chickens. Having moved to a housewarming party, the merchant's wife would now and then send Vasilisa, whom she hated, into the forest for something, but this one always returned home safely: the doll showed her the way and did not let Baba Yaga go to the hut of the Baba Yaga.
Autumn came. The stepmother distributed evening work to all three girls: she made one to weave lace, the other to knit stockings, and Vasilisa to spin, and all according to their lessons. She put out the fire in the whole house, left only one candle where the girls worked, and went to bed herself. The girls worked. Here is burned on a candle; one of her stepmother's daughters took tongs to straighten the lamp, and instead, on her mother's orders, as if by accident, she put out the candle. “What are we to do now? the girls said. - There is no fire in the whole house, and our lessons are not over. We must run to Baba Yaga for fire!” - “It’s light for me from the pins! said the one who wove the lace. - I will not go". “And I won’t go,” said the one who knitted the stocking. “It’s light for me from the knitting needles!” “You have to follow the fire,” they both shouted. "Go to Baba Yaga!" - and pushed Vasilisa out of the room.
Vasilisa went to her closet, put the prepared dinner in front of the doll and said: “Here, doll, eat and listen to my grief: they send me for fire to Baba Yaga; Baba Yaga will eat me!” The doll ate, and her eyes shone like two candles. "Don't be afraid, Vasilisushka! - she said. “Go where they send you, but always keep me with you.” With me, nothing will happen to you at the Baba Yaga. Vasilisa got ready, put her doll in her pocket and, crossing herself, went into the dense forest.
She walks and trembles. Suddenly, a rider gallops past her: he himself is white, dressed in white, the horse under him is white, and the harness on the horse is white - it began to dawn in the yard.
Vasilisa walked all night and all day, only to
the next evening she went out into the clearing where the Baba Yaga's hut stood; a fence around the hut made of human bones, human skulls with eyes stick out on the fence; instead of doors at the gates - human legs, instead of locks - hands, instead of a lock - a mouth with sharp teeth. Vasilisa was stupefied with horror and became rooted to the spot. Suddenly a rider rides again: he is black himself, dressed in all black and on a black horse; he galloped up to the gates of the baba-yaga and disappeared, as if he had fallen through the earth - night had come. But the darkness did not last long: the eyes of all the skulls on the fence lit up, and the whole clearing became as bright as the middle of the day. Vasilisa was trembling with fear, but not knowing where to run, she remained where she was.
Soon a terrible noise was heard in the forest: the trees cracked, dry leaves crunched; a baba-yaga left the forest - she rides in a mortar, drives with a pestle, sweeps the trail with a broom. She drove up to the gate, stopped and, sniffing around her, shouted: “Fu, fu! It smells of Russian spirit! Who is there?" Vasilisa approached the old woman with fear and, bowing low, said: “It's me, grandmother! Stepmother's daughters sent me for fire to you. “Well,” said the Baba Yaga, “I know them, live in advance and work for me, then I’ll give you fire; and if not, then I'll eat you! Then she turned to the gate and cried out: “Hey, my strong locks, unlock yourself; My wide gates, open!” The gates opened, and the Baba Yaga drove in, whistling, Vasilisa came in after her, and then everything closed again. Entering the room, the baba-yaga stretched out on a bench and said to Vasilisa: “Give me here what is in the oven: I want to eat.”
Vasilisa lit a torch from those skulls that were on the fence, and began to drag food out of the oven and serve the yaga, and the food was cooked up for ten people; from the cellar she brought kvass, honey, beer and wine. She ate everything, the old woman drank everything; Vasilisa left only a little cabbage, a crust of bread, and a piece of pork. The Baba Yaga began to go to bed and said: “When I leave tomorrow, you look - clean the yard, sweep the hut, cook dinner, prepare linen and go to the bin, take a quarter of the wheat and clean it from the black. Yes, so that everything is done, otherwise - I will eat you! After such an order, the Baba Yaga began to snore; and Vasilisa put the old woman's leftovers in front of the doll, burst into tears and said: “Here, doll, eat, listen to my grief! Baba Yaga gave me a hard job and threatens to eat me if I don’t do everything; help me!" The doll answered: “Do not be afraid, Vasilisa the Beautiful! Have supper, pray and go to bed; the morning is wiser than the evening!”
Vasilisa woke up early, and the Baba Yaga had already got up, looked out the window: the eyes of the skulls go out; then a white horseman flashed by - and it was completely dawn. Baba Yaga went out into the yard, whistled - a mortar with a pestle and a broom appeared in front of her. The red horseman flashed by - the sun rose. Baba Yaga sat down in a mortar and drove out of the yard, driving with a pestle, sweeping the trail with a broom.
Vasilisa was left alone, looked around the house of the Baba Yaga, marveled at the abundance in everything, and stopped in thought: what kind of work should she take up first of all. Looks, and all the work has already been done; the chrysalis picked out the last grains of nigella from the wheat. “Oh, you are my deliverer! Vasilisa said to the doll. “You saved me from trouble.” “The only thing left for you is to cook dinner,” answered the doll, slipping into Vasilisa’s pocket. “Cook with God and rest in good health!”
By the evening, Vasilisa has gathered on the table and is waiting for the Baba Yaga. It was beginning to get dark, a black horseman glimpsed outside the gate - and it was completely dark; only the eyes of the skulls shone. The trees crackled, the leaves crunched - the Baba Yaga is coming. Vasilisa met her. "Is everything done?" Yaga asks. “Please see for yourself, grandmother!” Vasilisa said. Baba Yaga examined everything, was annoyed that there was nothing to be angry about, and said: “Well, all right!” Then she shouted: “My faithful servants, my hearty friends, grind my wheat!” Three pairs of hands came, grabbed the wheat and carried it out of sight. Baba Yaga ate, began to go to bed and again gave the order to Vasilisa: “Tomorrow you do the same as today, and moreover, take poppy seeds from the bin and clean it from the earth grain by grain, you see, someone, out of the malice of the earth, into it messed up!" The old woman said, turned to the wall and began to snore, and Vasilisa began to feed her doll. The doll ate and said to her in the yesterday's way: "Pray to God and go to bed: the morning is wiser than the evening, everything will be done, Vasilisushka!"
The next morning, the Baba Yaga again left the yard in a mortar, and Vasilisa and the doll immediately completed all the work. The old woman returned, looked around and shouted: “My faithful servants, my hearty friends, squeeze oil out of poppy seeds!” Three pairs of hands appeared, grabbed the poppy and carried it away from my eyes. Baba Yaga sat down to dine; she eats, and Vasilisa stands in silence. "Why aren't you talking to me? Baba Yaga said. “You stand like a dumb!” “I didn’t dare,” Vasilisa answered, “and if you let me, I would like to ask you something about something.” - "Ask; only not every question leads to good: you will know a lot, you will soon grow old!” “I want to ask you, grandmother, only about what I saw: when I was walking towards you, I was overtaken by a rider on a white horse, himself white and in white clothes: who is he?” “This is my clear day,” answered the Baba Yaga. “Then another rider on a red horse overtook me, red himself and all dressed in red; Who is this?" - "This is my red sun!" Baba Yaga replied. “And what does the black rider mean, who overtook me at your very gates, grandmother?” - “This is my dark night - all my servants are faithful!”
Vasilisa remembered the three pairs of hands and was silent. "Why don't you ask?" Baba Yaga said. “It will be with me and this; you yourself, grandmother, said that you would learn a lot - you would grow old soon. “It’s good,” said the Baba Yaga, “that you only ask about what you saw outside the yard, and not in the yard! I do not like to have rubbish taken out of my hut, and I eat too curious! Now I’ll ask you: how do you manage to do the work that I ask you?” “My mother’s blessing helps me,” answered Vasilisa. “So that's it! Get away from me, blessed daughter! I don't need the blessed." She dragged Vasilisa out of the chamber and pushed her out of the gate, removed one skull with burning eyes from the fence and, stumbling on a stick, gave it to her and said: “Here is a fire for your stepmother's daughters, take it; That's what they sent you here for."
Vasilisa ran home by the light of the skull, which went out only at the onset of morning, and finally by the evening of the next day she reached her house. Approaching the gate, she was about to drop the skull: “It’s true, at home,” she thinks to herself, “they don’t need fire anymore.” But suddenly a dull voice was heard from the skull: “Don’t leave me, take me to my stepmother!”
She glanced at her stepmother's house and, not seeing a light in any window, decided to go there with the skull. For the first time they met her affectionately and told that since she left, they had not had a fire in the house: they could not carve it themselves, and the fire that was brought from the neighbors went out as soon as they entered the upper room with it. "Perhaps your fire will hold on!" the stepmother said. They carried the skull into the chamber; and the eyes from the skull look at the stepmother and her daughters, they burn! They had to hide, but wherever they rush, eyes everywhere follow them; by morning it had completely burned them into coal; Vasilisa alone was not touched.
In the morning, Vasilisa buried the skull in the ground, locked the house, went to the city and asked to live with a rootless old woman; lives for himself and waits for his father. Here she somehow says to the old woman: “It’s boring for me to sit idle, grandmother! Go buy me the best linen; At least I'll spin." The old woman bought good flax; Vasilisa sat down to work, the work burns with her, and the yarn comes out smooth and thin, like a hair. A lot of yarn has accumulated; it’s time to start weaving, but they won’t find such reeds that are suitable for Vasilisa’s yarn; no one dares to do something. Vasilisa began to ask her doll, and she said: “Bring me some old reed, and an old canoe, and a horse's mane; I'll fix everything for you."
Vasilisa got everything she needed and went to bed, and the doll prepared a glorious camp overnight. By the end of winter, the fabric is also woven, so thin that it can be threaded through a needle instead of a thread. In the spring, the canvas was bleached, and Vasilisa said to the old woman: “Sell, grandmother, this canvas, and take the money for yourself.” The old woman looked at the goods and gasped: “No, child! There is no one to wear such a canvas, except for the king; I'll take it to the palace." The old woman went to the royal chambers and kept walking past the windows. The king saw and asked: “What do you need, old woman?” - “Your royal majesty,” the old woman answers, “I brought an outlandish product; I don't want to show it to anyone but you." The king ordered to let the old woman in and, when he saw the canvas, he was indignant. "What do you want for it?" the king asked. “There is no price for him, the king-father! I brought it to you as a gift." The king thanked and sent the old woman with gifts.
They began to sew shirts for the king from that linen; they cut them open, but nowhere could they find a seamstress who would undertake to work them. Long searched; Finally, the king called the old woman and said: “If you knew how to spin and weave such a cloth, know how to sew shirts out of it.” “It was not I, sire, who spun and wove the cloth,” said the old woman, “this is the work of my adopted son, the girl.” - “Well, let her sew!” The old woman returned home and told Vasilisa about everything. “I knew,” Vasilisa tells her, “that this work would not pass by my hands.” She locked herself in her chamber, set to work; she sewed tirelessly, and soon a dozen shirts were ready.
The old woman carried the shirts to the king, and Vasilisa washed, combed her hair, dressed and sat down under the window. He sits and waits to see what will happen. He sees: a royal servant is going to the yard to the old woman; entered the chamber and said: "The Tsar-sovereign wants to see the artisan who worked for him shirts, and reward her from his royal hands." Vasilisa went and appeared before the eyes of the king. As the king saw Vasilisa the Beautiful, he fell in love with her without memory. “No,” he says, “my beauty! I will not part with you; you will be my wife." Then the tsar took Vasilisa by the white hands, seated her beside him, and there they played a wedding. Soon Vasilisa's father also returned, rejoiced at her fate and remained to live with his daughter. She took the old woman Vasilisa to her place, and at the end of her life she always carried the doll in her pocket.
Issues for discussion
How does the fairy tale begin? (The tale begins with the words: “In a certain kingdom there lived and was ...”) Is this the beginning of a traditional Russian fairy tale or unusual?
How many times in a fairy tale do the same actions occur? (The same actions occur several times, most often three. The stepmother had three daughters: two relatives and one adopted, Vasilisa; three horsemen rushed past Vasilisa: morning, day and night; three pairs of hands were Baba Yaga's helpers. )
Do we know when Vasilisa the Beautiful lived? (No, the time of the action is never given in the fairy tale, but very often it says "a long time ago".)
What do you like about Vasilisa? What was she like?
What is your attitude towards the stepmother and her daughters?
Who is protected by a fairy tale? (Pay attention: some heroes in a fairy tale are good, others are evil. This is a prerequisite for a fairy tale. Good heroes are always rewarded, evil ones are punished. A fairy tale is always on the side of a good hero, protects him.)
Who is a fabulous, magical character in a fairy tale? Can a doll be called a magical helper? Tell us how the doll helped Vasilisa. Why was she helping the girl? And how did Vasilisa take care of her doll?
How does the fairy tale end? Can we say that this fairy tale has a happy ending? And what verbal formulas do Russian folk tales usually end with? (“They began to live and live and make good”; “They began to live and live and still live”; “I was there, I drank honey-beer, it flowed down my mustache, but it didn’t get into my mouth”, etc.)
When were you especially sad (happy, funny, scared, etc.)?
Russian folk tale "Lutonyushka"
Once upon a time there was an old man with an old woman; they had a son, Luton. One day the old man and Lutonya were doing something in the yard, and the old woman was in the hut. She began to remove a log from the ridges, dropped it on a stump, and then she screamed and yelled in a great voice.
So the old man heard a scream, ran hurriedly into the hut and asked the old woman: what is she screaming about? The old woman began to say to him through her tears:
“Yes, if we were marrying our Lutonyushka, and if he had a son, and if he were sitting here on the yoke, I would have bruised him with a log!”
Well, the old man began to shout with her about that, saying:
“That’s right, old woman!” You would have hurt him!
They both scream with all their might!
Here he runs from Luton's yard and asks:
What are you screaming about?
What they said about:
“If we were to marry you, you would have a son, and if he had been sitting here just now, the old woman would have killed him with a log: it fell right here, and so abruptly!
"Well," said Lutonya, "you'll have to use it!"
Then he took his hat in an armful and said:
— Farewell! If I find someone more stupid than you, then I will come to you again, but I will not find - and do not wait for me! - and left.
He walked and walked and saw: the peasants were dragging a cow to the hut.
Why are you dragging a cow? Luton asked. They told him:
- Yes, you see how much grass has grown there!
- Oh, you stupid people! - said Lutonya, climbed into the hut, tore off the grass and threw it to the cow.
The peasants were terribly surprised at this and began to ask Lutonya to stay with them and teach them.
“No,” said Louton, “I still have many such fools in the wide world!”
- What are you doing? Luton asked.
- Yes, father, we want to harness the horse.
“Oh, you stupid fools! Let me do it for you.
He took and put a collar on the horse. And these muzhiks gave themselves to him with wonder, began to stop him and zealously asked him to stay with them at least for a week. No, Lutonya went further.
Here comes Lutonya and sees: two peasants are working on a log, that there are forces pulling at the ends.
"What are you brothers doing?"
- Yes, - they say, - the log is short - we want to pull it out.
- What are you, auntie, carrying with a sieve?
- Light, dear, I wear, light! - replies the grandmother. - So that at night the torch does not burn.
Luton laughed at the stupid woman and went on.
Walked, walked, got tired and went to the inn. Then he saw: the old hostess cooked salamata, put it on the table for her children, and now and then she goes to the cellar with a spoon for sour cream.
- Why are you, old woman, in vain trampling on bast shoes? Luton said.
- Why, - the old woman objected in a hoarse voice, - you see, father, salamata is on the table, and sour cream is in the cellar.
- Yes, you, old woman, would take and bring sour cream here; you'd be on the mend!
- And then, dear!
She brought sour cream to the hut, put Luton with her. Lutonya ate utterly, climbed onto the bed and fell asleep. When he wakes up, then my fairy tale will begin in the distance, but now it’s all for now.
Issues for discussion
Who is this tale about? Tell me, what was Lutonya like: strong, brave, brave or smart, quick-witted, quick-witted?
Can this story be magical? Why? (This tale is not magical, there is no magic, transformations, magical helpers in it.) This tale is about fools and wise men.
Tell me how it happened that Lutonya left home.
How many fools did Luton meet on his way? What was their stupidity?
What advice did Lutonya give them? Did all fools listen to his advice?
How did the fairy tale about Luton end? Do you think he will return to his father and mother?
Russian folk tale "Laziness and Otet"
Once upon a time there were Laziness and Otet.
Everyone knows about Len: who has heard from others, who has met, who is known and makes friends. Laziness is clingy: it gets confused at the feet, ties its hands, and if it grabs its head, it will throw it to sleep.
Otet Leni was lazier.
The day was light, the sun warmed, the breeze blew.
They lay under the apple tree Laziness and Otet. The apples are ripe, blushing and hanging over their very heads. Lazy and says:
If an apple fell into my mouth, I would eat it. Otet says:
- Laziness, how can you say something not too lazy?
Leni and Oteti's apples fell into their mouths. Laziness began to move her teeth quietly, with a respite, but she ate an apple. Otet says:
- Laziness, how are you not too lazy to move your teeth? A dark cloud approached, lightning struck the apple tree. The apple tree was on fire. It got hot. Lazy and says:
- Otet, let's move from the fire; how the heat will not reach, it will only warm up, we will stop.
Laziness began to move herself a little, moved far away.
Otet says:
- Laziness, how are you not too lazy to move yourself? So Otet exhausted herself with hunger and fire.
People began to study, albeit with laziness, but to study. They began to be able to work, albeit with laziness, but to work. Fewer began to start a fight because of every piece, shred.
And as we get rid of Laziness, we will live happily.
Fairy tales are poetic stories of extraordinary events and adventures involving fictional characters. In modern Russian, the concept of the word "fairy tale" has acquired its meaning since the 17th century. Until that moment, the word "fable" was supposedly used in this meaning.
One of the main features of a fairy tale is that it is always based on a fictional story, with a happy ending, where good triumphs over evil. The stories contain a certain hint, which enables the child to learn to recognize good and evil, to comprehend life on illustrative examples.
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Reading fairy tales is one of the main and important stages on the way of your child to life. A variety of stories make it clear that the world around us is quite contradictory and unpredictable. Listening to stories about the adventures of the main characters, children learn to appreciate love, honesty, friendship and kindness.
Reading fairy tales is useful not only for children. Having matured, we forget that in the end, good always triumphs over evil, that all adversity is unimportant, and the beautiful princess is waiting for her prince on a white horse. To give a little good mood and plunge into the fairy-tale world is quite simple!
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