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The audio tale "Pipe and Jug" is a funny story that parents are happy to retell to their children.

A happy family, in full force, namely mom, dad, younger brother Pavlik and Zhenechka, go to the forest to pick strawberries.

Each is given a separate clearing for harvesting, and our heroine gets one of the best.

But the girl is too lazy to look for small berries that are hidden in the grass. Our beauty walks chaotically across the clearing, but does not find a solution on how to easily fill a jug.

Soon she returns to her relatives and bitterly discovers that they have more fruits. Her dissatisfaction is growing every minute, and the jug that her mother handed over is treacherously burdensome.

But then a forest dweller, endowed with magical qualities, comes to the rescue of the girl.

Old man Borovichok offers Zhenya a very good deal. Namely, to exchange a jug for a magic pipe, which miraculously points to berries even in tall grass. This scenario suits the girl very much and she, without hesitation, agrees.

The baby puts the pipe into action and discovers with great pleasure that the whole clearing is literally strewn with berries. With enthusiasm, the girl goes to pick strawberries, but soon a new dilemma arises before her.

There are many fruits in the clearing, the palms are already full, but there is nowhere to put them. The heroine immediately rushes in search of a cunning old boletus, but it was not there.

The audio tale "Pipe and Jug" is very popular with all kids, without exception.

A vivid example described in it shows that laziness never leads to good.

Strawberries ripened in the forest. Dad took a mug, mom took a cup, the girl Zhenya took a jug, and little Pavlik was given a saucer. They went into the forest and began to pick berries: whoever picks them up first. Zhenya's mother chose a better clearing and says:

Here's a great place for you, daughter. There are a lot of strawberries here. Go collect.

Zhenya wiped the jug with burdock and began to walk around. She walked and walked, looked and looked, found nothing and returned with an empty jug. He sees - everyone has strawberries. Dad has a quarter cup. Mom has half a cup. And little Pavlik has two berries on a silver platter.

Mom, and mom, why do you all have it, but I don’t have anything? You probably chose the worst clearing for me.

Did you search well?

Good. There are no berries, only leaves.

Have you looked under the leaves?

Didn't look.

Here you see! We must look.

Why doesn't Pavlik look in?

The peacock is small. He himself is as tall as strawberries, he doesn’t even need to look in, and you are already a pretty tall girl.

And dad says:

Berries are tricky. They are always hiding from people. You need to be able to get them. Watch how I do.

Then dad sat down, bent down to the very ground, looked under the leaves and began to look for berry after berry, saying:

Okay, Zhenya said. - Thank you, daddy. I will do so.

Zhenya went to her clearing, squatted down, bent down to the very ground and looked under the leaves. And under the leaves of the berries, apparently invisible. Eyes run wide. Zhenya began to pick berries and throw them into a jug. Vomiting and saying:

I take one berry, I look at another, I notice the third, and the fourth seems to me.

However, Zhenya soon got tired of squatting.

Enough with me, he thinks. - I already and so, probably, have typed much.

Zhenya got to her feet and looked into the jug. And there are only four berries. Quite a few! Again, you need to squat down. Nothing to do about.

Zhenya sat down again on her haunches, began to pick berries, saying:

I take one berry, I look at another, I notice the third, and the fourth seems to me.

Zhenya looked into the jug, and there were only eight berries - even the bottom had not yet been closed.

Well, - he thinks, - I don’t like to collect at all. Bend over and bend over all the time. Until you pick up a jug, what good, and you can get tired. I'd better go and look for another clearing.

Zhenya went through the forest to look for such a clearing, where strawberries do not hide under the leaves, but climb into their eyes and ask for a jug.

I walked and walked, I didn’t find such a clearing, I got tired and sat down on a stump to rest. He sits, from nothing to do, takes out berries from a jug and puts it in his mouth. She ate all eight berries, looked into an empty jug and thinks:

What to do now? If only someone could help me!

As soon as she thought this, the moss stirred, the ant parted, and a small, strong old man crawled out from under the stump: a white coat, a gray beard, a velvet hat and a dry blade of grass across the hat.

Hello girl, she says.

Hello, uncle.

I'm not an uncle, but a grandfather. Al didn't know? I am an old boletus, a native forester, the head of all mushrooms and berries. What are you sighing about? Who hurt you?

Offended me, grandfather, berries.

Don't know. They are meek. How did they hurt you?

They don’t want to be seen, they hide under the leaves. You can't see anything from above. Bend over bend over. Until you pick up a full jug, what good, and you can get tired.

The old boletus, the indigenous forester, stroked his gray beard, grinned into his mustache and said:

Sheer rubbish! I have a special pipe for this. As soon as she starts to play, so now all the berries from under the leaves will appear.

An old boletus, a native forester, took out a pipe from his pocket and said:

Play, motherfucker.

The pipe began to play by itself, and as soon as it began to play, berries peeked out from under the leaves from everywhere.

Stop it, motherfucker.

The pipe stopped, and the berries hid.

Zhenya was delighted:

Grandpa, Grandpa, give me this pipe!

I can't donate. And let's change: I'll give you a pipe, and you give me a jug - I really liked it.

Good. With great pleasure.

Zhenya gave the jug to the old boletus, the indigenous forester, took the pipe from him and quickly ran to her clearing. She ran, stood in the middle, said:

Play, motherfucker.

The pipe began to play, and at the same moment all the leaves in the clearing stirred, began to turn, as if the wind had blown on them.

First, the youngest curious berries, still quite green, looked out from under the leaves. Behind them, the heads of older berries were stuck out - one cheek is pink, the other is white. Then the berries came out quite ripe - large and red. And finally, old berries appeared from the very bottom, almost black, wet, fragrant, covered with yellow seeds.

And soon the whole clearing around Zhenya was strewn with berries, which shone brightly in the sun and reached for the pipe.

Play, darling, play! Zhenya screamed. - Play faster!

The pipe began to play faster, and even more berries poured out - so many that under them the leaves were not visible at all.

But Zhenya did not let up:

Play, darling, play! Play even faster.

The pipe began to play even faster, and the whole forest was filled with such a pleasant, quick ringing, as if it were not a forest, but a music box.

The bees stopped pushing the butterfly off the flower; the butterfly flapped its wings like a book, the robin chicks looked out from their light nest, which swayed in the elderberry branches, and opened their yellow mouths in admiration, the mushrooms rose on tiptoe so as not to miss a single sound, and even the old, pop-eyed dragonfly, known for its grumpy character , stopped in the air, admiring the wonderful music to the depths of her soul.

Now I’ll start picking!” Zhenya thought, and was already stretching out her hand to the largest and reddest berry, when she suddenly remembered that she had exchanged a jug for a pipe and now she had nowhere to put the strawberries.

Ooh, stupid bastard! the girl shouted angrily. - I have nowhere to put the berries, and you played out. Shut up now!

Zhenya ran back to the old boletus, the native forester, and said:

Grandpa, grandpa, give me back my pitcher! I have nowhere to pick berries.

Well, - answers the old boletus, a native forester, - I will give you your jug, only you give back my pipe.

Zhenya gave the old man a boletus, a native forester, his pipe, took her jug and quickly ran back to the clearing.

She ran, and there was not a single berry visible - only leaves. What a misfortune! There is a jug - there are not enough pipes. How to be here?

Zhenya thought, thought, and decided to go again to the old boletus, the native forester, for a pipe.

Comes and says:

Grandpa, grandpa, give me the pipe again!

Good. Just give me the jug again.

I'm not giving it. I myself need a jug to put berries in it.

Well, then I won't give you a pipe.

Zhenya pleaded:

Grandfather, and grandfather, how am I going to pick berries in my jug when, without your pipe, they all sit under the leaves and don’t show up? I certainly need both a jug and a pipe.

Look, what a smart girl! Give her both a pipe and a jug! You can do without a pipe, with one jug.

I won't, grandpa.

And how do other people manage?

Other people bend down to the very ground, look under the leaves from the side and take berry after berry. They take one berry, look at another, notice the third, and imagine the fourth. So I don't like collecting. Bend over bend over. Until you pick up a full jug, what good, and you can get tired.

Ah, that's how! - said the old boletus, a native forester, and was so angry that his beard instead of a gray one turned black-black. - Oh, that's how! Yes, you, it turns out, just a lazybones! Take your jug and get out of here! You won't get any fluff.

With these words, the old boletus, the indigenous forest man, stamped his foot and fell under the stump.

Zhenya looked at her empty jug, remembered that her father, mother and little Pavlik were waiting for her, quickly ran to her clearing, squatted down, looked under the leaves and began to quickly take berry after berry. He takes one, looks at the other, notices the third, and imagines the fourth ...

Soon Zhenya took a full jug and returned to her father, mother and little Pavlik.

Here's a good girl, - dad said to Zhenya, - she brought a full jug! Are you tired?

Nothing, daddy. The pitcher helped me. And everyone went home - dad with a full mug, mom with a full cup, Zhenya with a full jug, and little Pavlik with a full saucer.

Zhenya didn't say anything about the pipe to anyone.

Sparkling, bright, instructive and truly meaningful cartoon, this, probably, our parents tried to show us from childhood in order to “set us on the right path”, teach us the mind-reason ...
In general, as a manual, some kind of illustrative example, this cartoon acts as perfectly as possible - "labor, and only labor makes a person a person" - such a phrase can sum up what he saw in this picture.
I personally always put myself in the place of the main character of the cartoon, and thought for a long time what I would take as a tool for picking berries - a pipe or a jug (after all, obviously not all together!). Oddly enough, he stopped at the pipe, provided that you should pick the berries in the palm of your hand, and not take the pipe out of your mouth, or, on the contrary, take a jug and calmly pick it up to the brim. After such reflections, you really extract both morality, and meaning, and the main highlight of the cartoon, which will be presented to each person in his own way in the form of that very “helper” for picking wild berries.
Until now, I do not fail to review this magnificent cartoon, which, although it is memorized almost by heart, every time it will give reason for reflection and reflection on the topic, you see, affecting our life, our everyday life, which without labor, effort and action is presented something different, isn't it?

One day, the girl Zhenya, having received a relatively wonderful artifact for almost nothing (relatively - because I would like the berries not only to be shown, but also to be collected, at least), did not manage to use it. Which, it would seem, is easier - to tell the pipe "play" and collect the berries in a burdock (as she did later, by the way) or in a hem. But then the problem of the need to work arose, and the girl Zhenya had to, in order to convey morality to the audience, collect strawberries using the old method. For me, the cost of effort for the first and second methods is the same, but suppose it was not so for Zhenya.
The issue is debatable. To work simply because bees, squirrels, or ants work (which they don't actually do—they are only engaged in survival, not conscious labor), or anyone in general, is of little honor. Some even eat mice, as the dog Sharik rightly noted. Labor for the sake of labor is justified and good in creative and scientific activity, and in other cases - if it gives a person joy from the actual process. Benefits are usually important. It is interesting that the video sequence also shows the benefits of labor - berries for jam are collected, and joy - Zhenya felt able to collect a jug and even more (even though she had to, roughly speaking, “take it weakly” for this). But the emphasis in the audio sequence is on moralizing of the kind “come on, work hard, you are no better than others.” Well, let's write it off for the fiftieth year.
It's nice that the image of Zhenya is very accurately outlined. Most children of her age are indeed self-centered, uncoordinated and capricious, but at the same time they want and strive to be good. It's nice that the authors did not castigate the "vices", but showed - albeit rather primitive - a way to correct such features of the child without causing him much harm. The big question is whether such a little girl will appreciate the need to help her brothers (are they her brothers?), Or other complex motives. But an innocent provocation usually succeeds.
The educational value of this cartoon remains in question. I don’t remember that in my childhood I became somehow less lazy after watching it (or reading a fairy tale), I felt more sorry for such a mediocre loss of the heroine’s pipe. Honestly, even now it seems to me that such a cool thing would be worth saving. The problem of the idiotic use of a powerful artifact is much stronger and sharper in the Seven-Flower Flower, and especially in its film adaptation, which, it seems, is called The Last Petal. Thank the gods that there is a heroine (I think, also Zhenya ...) at least used the last petal for a real miracle, and even then, oh vanity, by chance, not from lofty motives. That cartoon gives a lot of points ahead of this one, as it is designed for an adult audience too, and at the same time does not hammer its morality into a direct reading (lazy reception!).
But as a fairy tale for younger children, “The Pipe and the Jug” looks good. Children like repetitive elements, they find some kind of peculiar humor in it, and they usually pass the morality on deaf ears. The appearance of the old man-boletus in my childhood was remembered by me more than all his and Dyatlov's instructions. The cartoon was about summer and strawberries, not about the need to work.
5 out of 10

You will go out on a sunny summer day to the edge of the forest, and a clearing strewn with berries hidden under the cut leaves will stretch out in front of you. The youngest berries, still quite green, hide from view. Older strawberries turn to the sun with either pink or white cheeks. Glow in the grass, like cheerful lights already ripe, large and red. And the old berries, the sweetest, darkest, fragrant, covered with yellow seeds, beckon: "Pick me." It is difficult to resist and not to send a handful of the first ripe wild strawberries, large, juicy, fragrant, into your mouth.
In the hand-drawn cartoon directed by Viktor Gromov "The Pipe and the Jug" (1950), an adaptation of the fairy tale by Valentin Kataev, which was released in 1950, three children, Petya, Pavlik and Zhenya, will go to the forest for strawberries for jam. Collecting strawberries is a slow and monotonous occupation. “Pick a berry and bring a box,” the parents of the children teach, and for the youngest, the girl Zhenya, this trip will be an important lesson. Perhaps because young children are often restless and impatient by nature, Zhenya, at first, is capricious and lazy. But the day in the forest will become special, she will learn a lot, and, most importantly, she will understand that you should always rely on yourself, even if you believe in miracles, because the magical powers that are very close will offer help, but not a magic wand that fulfills any desire. . Only to those who are ready to work from the heart, the forest will be generous with gifts, and will open its berry places to the diligent.
A kind, entertaining and instructive cartoon, loved by both young children and their parents, has been smiling and unobtrusively educating for more than 60 years, because its main themes are not at all outdated: patience, diligence, diligence and perseverance. But the attractiveness of the "Pipe and Jug" is not only in the realization that without work you cannot catch a fish from a pond, and you cannot fill a jug with berries. This tiny movie is a typical cartoon of the early 1950s, the era of high-quality children's animation, painted in harmonious and delicate colors, with funny and cute characters, and with easy catchy melodies. Georgy Millyar, the owner of an unusual voice and recognizable appearance, which made him the most fabulous actor of Soviet cinema, took part in the dubbing of "The Pipe and the Jug", as well as hundreds of other cartoons: the honored Baba Yaga, the outstanding Kashchei the Immortal and the honorary devil with the horns of the fairy-tale kingdom. Made by talented people who were well aware that it was necessary to work on children's films even harder than on adults, "Pipe and Jug", among the bright, kind short films of its time, paved the way for future masterpieces of Soviet animation, such as "Golden Antelope "(1954) and the full-length "Snow Queen" (1957) by Lev Atamanov.

Play, motherfucker.

The pipe began to play, and at the same moment all the leaves in the clearing stirred, began to turn, as if the wind had blown on them.

And soon the whole clearing around Zhenya was strewn with berries, which shone brightly in the sun and reached for the pipe.

Play, darling, play! Zhenya screamed. - Play faster!

The pipe began to play faster, and even more berries poured out - so many that under them the leaves were not visible at all.

But Zhenya did not let up:

Play, darling, play! Play even faster.

The pipe began to play even faster, and the whole forest was filled with such a pleasant, quick ringing, as if it were not a forest, but a music box.

"Now I'll start collecting!" - Zhenya thought, and was already stretching out her hand to the largest and reddest berry, when she suddenly remembered that she had exchanged a jug for a pipe and now she had nowhere to put strawberries.

Ooh, stupid bastard! the girl shouted angrily. - I have nowhere to put the berries, and you played out. Shut up now!

Zhenya ran back to the old boletus, the native forester, and said:

Grandpa, grandpa, give me back my pitcher! I have nowhere to pick berries.

Well, - answers the old boletus, a native forester, - I will give you your jug, only you give back my pipe.

Zhenya gave the old man a boletus, a native forester, his pipe, took her jug and quickly ran back to the clearing.

She ran, and there was not a single berry visible - only leaves. What a misfortune! There is a jug - there are not enough pipes. How to be here?

Zhenya thought, thought, and decided to go again to the old boletus, the native forester, for a pipe.

Comes and says:

Grandpa, grandpa, give me the pipe again!

Good. Just give me the jug again.

I'm not giving it. I myself need a jug to put berries in it.

Well, then I won't give you a pipe.

Zhenya pleaded:

Grandfather, and grandfather, how am I going to pick berries in my jug when, without your pipe, they all sit under the leaves and don’t show up? I certainly need both a jug and a pipe.

Look what a smart girl you are! Give her both a pipe and a jug! You can do without a pipe, with one jug.

I won't, grandpa.

And how do other people manage?

With these words, the old boletus, the indigenous forest man, stamped his foot and fell under the stump.

Soon Zhenya took a full jug and returned to her father, mother and little Pavlik.

Here's a good girl, - dad said to Zhenya, - she brought a full jug! Are you tired?

Nothing, daddy. The pitcher helped me. And everyone went home - dad with a full mug, mom with a full cup, Zhenya with a full jug, and little Pavlik with a full saucer.

Zhenya didn't say anything about the pipe to anyone.

Valentin Petrovich Kataev

Pipe and jug

Strawberries ripened in the forest.

Dad took a mug, mom took a cup, the girl Zhenya took a jug, and little Pavlik was given a saucer.

They came to the forest and began to pick berries: whoever picks them up first. Zhenya's mother chose a better clearing and says:

Here's a great place for you, daughter. There are a lot of strawberries here. Go collect.

Zhenya wiped the jug with burdock and began to walk around.

She walked and walked, looked and looked, found nothing and returned with an empty jug.

He sees - everyone has strawberries. Dad has a quarter cup. Mom has half a cup. And little Pavlik has two berries on a silver platter.

Mom, why do you all have, but I have nothing? You probably chose the worst clearing for me.

Did you search well?

Good. There are no berries, only leaves.

Have you looked under the leaves?

Didn't look.

Here you see! We must look.

Why doesn't Pavlik look in?

The peacock is small. He himself is as tall as strawberries, he doesn’t even need to look in, and you are already a pretty tall girl.

And dad says:

Berries are tricky. They are always hiding from people. You need to be able to get them. Watch how I do.

Then dad sat down, bent down to the very ground, looked under the leaves and began to look for berry after berry, saying:

Okay, Zhenya said. - Thank you, daddy. I will do so.

I take one berry, I look at another, I notice the third, and the fourth seems to me.

However, Zhenya soon got tired of squatting.

Enough with me, he thinks. “I must have gained a lot anyway.”

Zhenya got to her feet and looked into the jug. And there are only four berries.

Quite a few! Again, you need to squat down. Nothing to do about.

Zhenya sat down again on her haunches, began to pick berries, saying:

I take one berry, I look at another, I notice the third, and the fourth seems to me.

Zhenya looked into the jug, and there were only eight berries - even the bottom had not yet been closed.

“Well,” he thinks, “I don’t like to collect at all. Bend over and bend over all the time. Until you pick up a full jug, what good, and you can get tired. I'd better go look for another clearing."

Zhenya went through the forest to look for such a clearing, where strawberries do not hide under the leaves, but climb into their eyes and ask for a jug.

Hello girl, she says.

Hello, uncle.

I'm not an uncle, but a grandfather. Al didn't know? I am an old boletus, a native forester, the head of all mushrooms and berries. What are you sighing about? Who hurt you?

Offended me, grandfather, berries.

Don't know. They are meek. How did they hurt you?

They don’t want to be seen, they hide under the leaves. You can't see anything from above. Bend over bend over. Until you pick up a full jug, what good, and you can get tired.

The old boletus, the indigenous forester, stroked his gray beard, grinned into his mustache and said:

Sheer rubbish! I have a special pipe for this. As soon as she starts to play, so now all the berries from under the leaves will appear.

An old boletus, a native forester, took out a pipe from his pocket and said:

Play, motherfucker.

The pipe began to play by itself, and as soon as it began to play, berries peeked out from under the leaves from everywhere.

Stop it, motherfucker.

The pipe stopped, and the berries hid.

Zhenya was delighted:

Grandpa, Grandpa, give me this pipe!

I can't donate. And let's change: I'll give you a pipe, and you give me a jug - I really liked it.

Good. With great pleasure.

Zhenya gave the jug to the old boletus, the indigenous forester, took the pipe from him and quickly ran to her clearing. She ran, stood in the middle, said:

Play, motherfucker.

The pipe began to play, and at the same moment all the leaves in the clearing stirred, began to turn, as if the wind had blown on them.

And soon the whole clearing around Zhenya was strewn with berries, which shone brightly in the sun and reached for the pipe.

Play, darling, play! Zhenya screamed. - Play faster!

The pipe began to play faster, and even more berries poured out - so many that under them the leaves were not visible at all.

But Zhenya did not let up:

Play, darling, play! Play even faster.

The pipe began to play even faster, and the whole forest was filled with such a pleasant, quick ringing, as if it were not a forest, but a music box.

“Now I’ll start collecting!” - Zhenya thought, and was already stretching out her hand to the largest and reddest berry, when she suddenly remembered that she had exchanged a jug for a pipe and now she had nowhere to put strawberries.

Ooh, stupid bastard! the girl shouted angrily. - I have nowhere to put the berries, and you played out. Shut up now!

Zhenya ran back to the old boletus, the native forester, and said:

Grandpa, grandpa, give me back my pitcher! I have nowhere to pick berries.

Well, - answers the old boletus, a native forester, - I will give you your jug, only you give back my pipe.

Zhenya gave the old man a boletus, a native forester, his pipe, took her jug and quickly ran back to the clearing.

She ran, and there was not a single berry visible - only leaves. What a misfortune! There is a jug - there are not enough pipes. How to be here?

Zhenya thought, thought, and decided to go again to the old boletus, the native forester, for a pipe.

Comes and says:

Grandpa, grandpa, give me the pipe again!

Good. Just give me the jug again.

I'm not giving it. I myself need a jug to put berries in it.

Well, then I won't give you a pipe.

Zhenya pleaded:

Grandfather, and grandfather, how am I going to pick berries in my jug when, without your pipe, they all sit under the leaves and don’t show up? I certainly need both a jug and a pipe.

Look what a smart girl you are! Give her both a pipe and a jug! You can do without a pipe, with one jug.