Fairy tales for children of all ages. Fairy tales for children for all ages Bedtime stories up to 2 years old
A. N. Tolstoy "Hedgehog"
The calf saw the hedgehog and said:
- I will eat you!
The hedgehog did not know that the calf did not eat hedgehogs, got scared, curled up in a ball and snorted:
- Try...
With its tail up, the stupid calf jumped up, striving to butt, then spread its front legs and licked the hedgehog.
- Oh oh oh! - the calf roared and ran to the mother cow, complaining:
- The hedgehog bit my tongue.
The cow raised her head, looked thoughtfully, and again began to tear the grass.
And the hedgehog rolled into a dark hole under a rowan root and said to the hedgehog:
- I defeated a huge beast, it must be a lion!
And the glory of Yezhov's courage went beyond the blue lake, beyond the dark forest.
“Our hedgehog is a hero,” the animals said in a whisper with fear.
What did the hedgehog do when he was afraid that the calf would eat him?
What happened when the calf licked the hedgehog?
What huge beast did the hedgehog defeat? Why did this beast seem so huge to the hedgehog?
Did the animals believe the hedgehog? What did they say?
K. Chukovsky "Fly-Tsokotuha"
Fly, Fly-Tsokotuha,
Gilded belly!
The fly went across the field,
The fly found the money.
Fly went to the market
And 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 insects under the bed -
They don't want to fight!
And no one even from the spot
Won't budge:
Get lost, die
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,
Hands and feet he fly
twists the ropes
Teeth sharp to the very
heart pierces
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
Creep 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!
Questions to discuss with children
What did the Fly-Tsokotuha find?
Who came to visit Fly-Tsokotukha? What gifts did they give her?
Who decided to destroy Mukha-Tsokotukha?
Did the guests help the birthday girl Mukha? What did they do? Did they do well?
Who saved Fly-Tsokotukha from the evil spider?
Tell me, what kind of Mosquito: small or big, brave or cowardly?
Why did little Komarik manage to defeat the terrible Spider?
What did Komarik say when he saved Mukha? Let's say together:
"I'm a villain...
And now...
On you..."
How did the fairy tale end? Who do you like in it?
Fairy tale "Yes and No"
“Bob,” said Mura, “please draw me a cat and a mouse.”
- A cat and a mouse? Boba said. - Great! I'll draw you a cat and a mouse.
“Oh, how funny you are, Boba,” said Mura. How can a mouse grab a cat! After all, the mouse is small, and the cat is big. Please draw me another picture, a better one.
- Am I wrong? Boba said. And I drew this picture:
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"It's good now," Moura said. Everything is in its place, where it needs to be. And now draw me, please, a boat and a small house.
“Okay,” Boba said, and drew this picture:
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Moura laughed and said: “You drew nonsense again! Well, think for yourself: how can a house stand on the water, and a boat float on land?
“Right, right,” Boba said. How did I not think of this before! The boat needs to go to the river, and the house to the hill!
And I drew this picture:
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“See,” said Mura, “what a great picture! Everything is in its place, as it should be. And now draw me, please, a bed and a girl, Lyushenka.
"All right," said Boba. "Here's your bed, and here's Lushenka!"
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“Oh, Boba, you are terrible! You ruined, you ruined the whole picture! Where have you seen children put their shoes on the pillow and go to sleep under the bed?
- Ah ah ah! Boba exclaimed. - How distracted I am! Scattered with Basin!
And he drew this picture:
- Great picture! Moura exclaimed. “Luchet is so good on the bed, but the shoes are not bad even under the bed! Now, please draw a plane, high, high, and below, on the ground, a motorcycle.
- With pleasure! Boba said. — I like to draw airplanes. And I love motorcycles!
Boba took a pencil and drew this picture:
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Moura looked at her and even threw up her hands:
- No, you are absolutely impossible today! Where did you see motorcycles flying through the air and planes rolling through the streets!
Boba laughed and drew this picture:
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Moura praised her very much, then took out a blank piece of paper and placed it on the table in front of Boba.
“Now, in the end,” she said, “please draw me a horse and our Mitya.
— I can do it! Boba said. - I'll draw you both a horse and Mitya.
He took a pencil and drew this picture:
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- Wow, Boba! Moura screamed. - You drew nonsense again! Can a horse ride Mita?
- Indeed! - Boba said and wanted to draw everything properly, but he was called to the phone.
There was a blank sheet of paper. Mura took a pencil and drew both the horse and Mitya herself. Drawn right, right. And she would very much like those boys and girls who will read this book to also draw both the horse and Mitya, so that Bob can see how to draw:
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Questions to discuss with children
What did Moore and Bob do?
How did Boba draw a cat and a mouse? Why didn't Moore like it?
What other picture did Bob draw? Why was Moore laughing?
What else did the distracted Mitya mix up?
And can you draw a horse and a boy Mitya, as Mura did?
S. Prokofiev "The Tale of Lazy Hands and Feet"
In a small house near the forest, a girl Katya lived with her grandmother.
Maybe she was a good girl, but so lazy that you can’t pick up words.
In a neighboring house lived a boy Seryozha with his shepherd dog named Lantern. So the shepherd was named because in the dark her eyes glowed like green lanterns.
Katya and Seryozha were friends and often played together at the edge of the forest. And Flashlight with them.
One morning, Katya and her grandmother were going to have tea. Grandma is watching, but there is no water left in the bucket.
- Katenka, dear, go to the well, bring a bucket of water, - asked the grandmother.
“I would bring it,” Katya answered. “But my legs don’t want to go to the well.”
"Aren't you the mistress of your feet?" Grandma was surprised.
“No, I am not the mistress of my legs,” Katya shook her head. “They don't listen to me. My legs go where they want to go.
The grandmother was upset, but there was nothing to do, took a bucket and went to the well herself.
Here Katya and grandmother drank tea with jam.
- Katya, please wash the cups. And I will rest, I will lie down for a while, - said the grandmother.
Katya's reluctance to wash the cups.
“I would wash the cups,” Katya says, “but my hands don’t want to wash them.”
"Aren't you the mistress of your own hands?" Grandmother was even more upset.
“No, I am not the mistress of my own hands,” Katya answered. My hands do whatever they want. They don't listen to me.
Suddenly Katya jumped up from her chair and jump-jump ran to the door. And then hop-hop - jumped up the steps of the porch, and further along the entire village.
Seryozha went out onto the porch with his dog Lantern. Looks - Katya runs past Aunt Galya's garden - grab and plucked the reddest apple.
“Pens, my pens, what are you doing?” Katya cried. I don't want to steal other people's apples! This is bad.
Katya got lost, she doesn't know where to go.
Katya sat down on a stump and cried.
Suddenly he sees two green eyes in the dark.
- Oh, the wolf is coming! Katya screamed.
- It's Flashlight's eyes that glow, we found you! Seryozha laughed.
Grandmother hugs and kisses Katya.
“Grandmother, dear,” said Katya, “tomorrow I myself will go to the well for water and wash the cups.” And you, Aunt Galya, forgive me. As your apples ripen, I will help you collect them in baskets. I am now again the mistress of my hands and feet!
Questions to discuss with children:
How did Katya upset her grandmother?
What was the name of Sergei's dog?
How did Katya become the mistress of her hands and feet?
V. Bianchi "The Fox and the Mouse"
- Mouse, Mouse, why is your nose dirty?
- Digging the earth.
Why did you dig the earth?
- Made a mink.
- Why did you make a mink?
- From you, Fox, hide.
- Mouse, Mouse, I'll lie in wait for you!
- And I have a bedroom in a mink.
- If you want to eat - get out!
- And I have a pantry in a mink.
- Mouse, Mouse, but I'll tear your mink!
- And I'm away from you - and I was like that!
Questions to discuss with children
Why does Mouse have a dirty nose?
Who was the mouse hiding from?
What does the Mouse have in its mink?
Where can the Mouse run away from the Fox if the Fox rips open his mink?
V. Orlov "Piggy is offended"
The ball has a new one
Purple beret.
The goat is red
Satin vest.
The chicken has a bow.
The cat has boots
Two roosters -
By harmonica.
Everyone is very happy
And the pig is angry.
Turned away in tears
She is from the trough:
She wants a new one
purple beret,
She wants red
satin vest,
She wants a bow
And two cocks
Accordions.
But only about her
No one thought
She was not given
Absolutely not!
And the fact that she
Did not love:
She was given a washcloth
Questions to discuss with children
Why was the piggy angry?
What did she want to get?
Why was the pig given a washcloth and soap? Choose words to describe what the pig was like: white, dirty, grimy, fluffy, unwashed, beautiful.
Fairy tales for children 2 years old must be selected very carefully. A two-year-old child, like a sponge, absorbs everything new. Therefore, choosing fairy tales for reading, you need to try so that they contribute to the comprehensive development of the baby.
Fairy tales for children 2 years old list
We have compiled a list of fairy tales for children 2 years old that will arouse a keen interest in the child and will be useful to him. Any of the fairy tales in the list can be read online on our website.
Fairy tales for children 2 years old read
It is better for a two-year-old child not to read fairy tales online, but to tell them. Easy-to-understand short, with a simple plot, interesting, memorable Russian folk tales: Hen Ryaba, Teremok, Turnip, Kolobok. These works should be the first fairy tales of every crumb. They are the beginning of a child's love of reading. It is these bestsellers for the little ones that are a universal means for conveying ideas about the world around them. Giving the first life lessons, these fairy tales capture the mind, feelings, imagination of the baby. No less useful for two-year-old kids are the kind and funny tales of Samuil Marshak and Vladimir Suteev. Well, a close acquaintance with the poetic genre is useful to start with the tales of Korney Chukovsky. Reading online fairy tales for children 2 years old from a recognized classic of children's literature is a pleasure. The kid sees at once a bright picture. Large poetic tales can be given to the child in parts. Start expressively reciting, for example, the beginning of the fairy tale Telephone, beloved by all the crumbs. Repeat several quatrains 2-3 times. Add a little each day. Within a few days, the baby will not only recognize the lines from the fairy tale, but will also remember them and will gladly help you. By the way, this is a phenomenon of Chukovsky's fairy tales: kids memorize them amazingly quickly.
Saying
The owl flew
Cheerful head;
Here she flew, flew and sat down;
She turned her tail
Yes, I looked around...
This is a hint. What about a fairy tale?
The story is ahead.
Russian folk tale "Golden Egg"
Grandfather and grandmother lived,
And they had a chicken ryaba.
The hen laid an egg:
The testicle is not simple, golden.
Grandfather beat, beat -
Did not break;
Baba beat, beat -
Didn't break.
The mouse ran
Waving her tail -
testicle dropped
And crashed.
Grandfather and woman are crying;
The hen cackles:
- Don't cry, grandfather, don't cry, woman.
I'll lay you another testicle
Not golden, simple.
Russian folk tale "Turnip"
Grandfather planted a turnip - a large, very large turnip grew. The grandfather began to drag a turnip out of the ground: he pulls, he pulls, he cannot pull it out.
The grandfather called the grandmother for help. Grandmother for grandfather, grandfather for turnip: they pull, they pull, they can’t pull it out.
The grandmother called her granddaughter. Granddaughter for grandmother, grandmother for grandfather, grandfather for turnip: they pull, they pull, they cannot pull it out.
The granddaughter called Zhuchka. A bug for a granddaughter, a granddaughter for a grandmother, a grandmother for a grandfather, a grandfather for a turnip: they pull, they pull, they cannot pull it out.
Bug called Masha the cat. Masha for the Beetle, the Beetle for the granddaughter, the granddaughter for the grandmother, the grandmother for the grandfather, the grandfather for the turnip: they pull, they pull, they cannot pull it out.
The cat Masha called the mouse. Mouse for Masha, Masha for Bug, Bug for granddaughter, granddaughter for grandmother, grandmother for grandfather, grandfather for turnip: pull-pull - they pulled out the turnip!
Russian folk tale "Kolobok"
There lived an old man and an old woman.
This is what the old man asks:
- Bake me, old gingerbread man.
- Yes, from what to bake something? There is no flour.
- Eh, old woman, mark the barn, scrape the twigs - that's enough.
The old woman did just that: she churned, scraped together a handful of two flours, kneaded the dough with sour cream, rolled up a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to cool.
Tired of the kolobok lying, he rolled from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor and to the door, jumped over the threshold into the vestibule, from the vestibule to the porch, from the porch to the yard, and then beyond the gate further and further.
A bun rolls along the road, and a hare meets it:
- No, do not eat me, oblique, but rather listen to what song I will sing to you.
The hare raised his ears, and the bun sang:
I'm a bun, a bun!
By the barn methen,
Scraped by the knuckles,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
It's cold on the window.
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
From you, a hare, it’s not cunning to get away.
A gingerbread man rolls along a path in the forest, and a gray wolf meets him:
— Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man! I will eat you!
- Don't eat me, gray wolf: I'll sing a song for you.
And the bun sang:
I'm a bun, a bun!
By the barn methen,
Scraped by the knuckles,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
It's cold on the window.
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit
From you, the wolf, it’s not cunning to get away.
A gingerbread man is rolling through the forest, and a bear is walking towards him, breaking brushwood, and bending the bushes to the ground.
- Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man, I'll Eat You!
- Well, where are you, clubfoot, eat me! Listen to my song.
Kolobok sang, and Misha hung his ears.
I'm a bun, a bun!
By the barn methen,
Scraped by the knuckles,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
It's cold on the window..
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit
I left the wolf
From you, bear, half grief to leave.
And the bun rolled - the bear only looked after him.
A bun rolls, and a fox meets it:
— Hello, kolobok! What a pretty, ruddy little boy you are!
Gingerbread man is glad that he was praised, and sang his song, and the fox listens and creeps closer and closer.
I'm a bun, a bun!
By the barn methen,
Scraped by the knuckles,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
It's cold on the window.
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit
I left the wolf
Left the bear
From you, fox, do not cunningly leave.
- Nice song! - said the fox. - Yes, the trouble, my dear, is that I have become old, I can’t hear well. Sit on my face and sing one more time.
Kolobok was delighted that his song was praised, jumped on the fox's face and sang:
I'm a bun, a bun!..
And his fox - din! — and ate it.
Russian folk tale "The Cockerel and the Bean Seed"
There lived a cockerel and a hen. The cockerel was in a hurry, everything was in a hurry, and the hen, you know, says to yourself:
- Petya, don't hurry, Petya, don't hurry.
Once a cockerel was pecking at bean seeds and in a hurry and choked. He choked, did not breathe, did not hear, as if the dead were lying.
The chicken was frightened, rushed to the hostess, shouting:
- Oh, hostess, let me quickly grease the cockerel's neck with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
The hostess says:
- Run quickly to the cow, ask her for milk, and I'll already churn the butter.
The chicken rushed to the cow:
- Cow, my dear, give me milk as soon as possible, the hostess will knock butter out of milk, I will grease the cockerel's neck with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
- Go quickly to the owner, let him bring me fresh grass.
The chicken runs to the owner:
- Master! Master! Hurry, give the cow fresh grass, the cow will give milk, the hostess will knock butter out of the milk, I will grease the neck of the cockerel with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
- Run quickly to the blacksmith for a scythe.
The hen rushed with all its might to the blacksmith:
- Blacksmith, blacksmith, give the owner a good scythe. The owner will give grass to the cow, the cow will give milk, the hostess will give me butter, I will grease the neck of the cockerel: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
The blacksmith gave the owner a new scythe, the owner gave the cow fresh grass, the cow gave milk, the hostess churned butter, gave butter to the hen.
The chicken smeared the neck of the cockerel. The bean seed slipped through. The cockerel jumped up and screamed at the top of his lungs:
"Ku-ka-re-ku!"
Russian folk tale "The goatlings and the wolf"
There lived a goat. The goat made a hut in the forest. Every day the goat went to the forest for food. She will go away herself, and she tells the children to lock themselves tightly and tightly and not to unlock the doors for anyone.
The goat returns home, knocks on the door with its horns and sings:
- Goatlings, children,
Open up, open up!
Your mother has come
Milk brought.
I, a goat, was in the forest,
Ate silk grass
I drank cold water;
Milk runs along the notch,
From the notch on the hooves,
And from the hoofs into the cheese the ground.
The kids will hear their mother and unlock her doors. She will feed them and go out to graze again.
The wolf overheard the goat and, when she left, he went to the door of the hut and sang in a thick, thick voice:
- You, kids, you, fathers,
Open up, open up!
Your mother has come
She brought milk...
Hooves full of water!
The kids listened to the wolf and say:
And they did not open the door to the wolf. The wolf left without salty slurping.
The mother came and praised the children that they obeyed her:
- You are clever, little children, that you did not unlock the wolf, otherwise he would have eaten you.
Russian folk tale "Teremok"
There was a teremok in a field. A fly flew in - a goryukha and knocks:
Nobody responds. A goryukha flew in and began to live in it.
A jumping flea jumped up:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I'm a bugger. And who are you?
- And I'm a jumping flea.
- Come live with me.
A jumping flea jumped into the tower, and they began to live together.
Pisk mosquito arrived:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I, a goryukha fly, and a jumping flea. And who are you?
- I'm a peeping mosquito.
- Come live with us.
They began to live together.
A mouse ran up:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
“I am a pig-fly, a jumping flea, and a peeping mosquito. And who are you?
- And I'm a mouse-hole.
- Come live with us.
Four of them began to live.
The frog jumped up:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I, a goryukha fly, a jumping flea, a peeping mosquito, and a mouse-burrow. And who are you?
- And I'm a frog.
- Come live with us.
Five began to live.
A stray bunny galloped up:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I, a goryukha fly, a flea-hopper, a mosquito-peeper, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog. And who are you?
- And I'm a stray bunny.
- Come live with us.
There were six of them.
The fox-sister came running:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I, a goryucha fly, a flea-bouncer, a mosquito-peeper, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog and a stray hare. And who are you?
- And I'm a fox-sister.
Seven of them lived.
A gray wolf came to the tower - from behind the bushes a snatch.
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I, a goryucha fly, a flea-hopper, a mosquito-pisk, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog, a stray hare and a fox-sister. And who are you?
- And I'm a gray wolf - because of the bushes, a snatch.
They began to live.
A bear came to the tower, knocking:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I, a goryukha fly, a jumping flea, a peeping mosquito, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog, a stray hare, a fox-sister and a wolf - because of the bushes, I am a snatcher. And who are you?
- And I'm a bear - you crush everyone. I'll lie down on the teremok - I'll crush everyone!
They were frightened and all away from the tower!
And the bear hit the tower with his paw and broke it.
Russian folk tale "Cockerel - golden comb"
Once upon a time there was a cat, a thrush and a cockerel - a golden comb. They lived in the forest, in a hut. The cat and the thrush go to the forest to chop wood, and the cockerel is left alone.
Leave - severely punished:
- We will go far, and you stay housekeeping, but don’t give a voice when the fox comes, don’t look out the window.
The fox found out that the cat and the thrush were not at home, ran to the hut, sat down under the window and sang:
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden scallop,
butter head,
silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you peas.
The cockerel put his head out the window. The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.
The rooster crowed:
The fox carries me
For dark forests
For fast rivers
Over high mountains...
Cat and thrush, save me!..
The cat and the thrush heard, rushed in pursuit and took the cockerel from the fox.
Another time, the cat and the thrush went into the forest to chop wood and again punished:
- Well, now, cock, do not look out the window! We'll go even further, we won't hear your voice.
They left, and the fox again ran to the hut and sang:
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden scallop,
butter head,
silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you peas.
The boys were running
Scattered the wheat
chickens are pecking,
Roosters are not allowed...
— Ko-ko-ko! How do they not give?
The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.
The rooster crowed:
The fox carries me
For dark forests
For fast rivers
Over high mountains...
Cat and thrush, save me!..
The cat and the thrush heard and gave chase. The cat runs, the thrush flies ... They caught up with the fox - the cat fights, the thrush pecks, and the cockerel was taken away.
For a long time, for a short time, the cat and the thrush again gathered in the forest to cut firewood. When leaving, they severely punished the cockerel:
Don't listen to the fox, don't look out the window! We will go even further, we will not hear your voice.
And the cat and the thrush went far into the forest to chop wood. And the fox is right there - sat under the window and sings:
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden scallop,
butter head,
silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you peas.
The cockerel sits silent. And the fox again:
The boys were running
Scattered the wheat
chickens are pecking,
Roosters are not allowed...
The rooster keeps silent. And the fox again:
People were running
Nuts were poured
The chickens are pecking
Roosters are not allowed...
Cockerel and put his head in the window:
— Ko-ko-ko! How do they not give?
The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole, beyond dark forests, over fast rivers, over high mountains...
No matter how much the cockerel screamed or called, the cat and the thrush did not hear him. And when they returned home, the cockerel was gone.
A cat and a thrush ran in the footsteps of Lisitsyn. The cat is running, the thrush is flying... They ran to the fox hole. The cat set up the guseltsy and let's play:
Drift, nonsense, guseltsy,
Golden strings...
Is Lisafya-kuma still at home,
Is it in your warm nest?
The fox listened, listened and thinks:
"Let me see - who plays the harp so well, sings sweetly."
I took it and climbed out of the hole. The cat and the thrush grabbed her - and let's beat and beat. They beat and beat her until she carried her legs off.
They took a cockerel, put it in a basket and brought it home.
And since then they began to live and be, and now they live.
Russian folk tale "Geese"
An old man lived with an old woman. They had a daughter and a little son. The old people gathered in the city and ordered their daughter:
- We will go, daughter, to the city, we will bring you a bun, we will buy a handkerchief; but you be smart, take care of your brother, don’t go out of the yard.
The old people are gone; the girl put her brother on the grass under the window, and she ran out into the street and played. The geese swooped in, picked up the boy and carried him away on wings.
A girl came running, looking - no brother! Rushed back and forth - no! The girl called, the brother called, but she didn't answer. She ran out into an open field - a herd of goose rushed in the distance and disappeared behind a dark forest. “That’s right, the geese carried off the brother!” - thought the girl and set off to catch up with the geese.
The girl ran, ran, she sees - there is a stove.
- Stove, stove, tell me, where did the geese fly?
- Eat my rye pie - I'll tell you.
And the girl says:
“My father doesn’t even eat wheat!
- Apple tree, apple tree! Where did the geese go?
- Eat my forest apple - then I'll tell you.
“My father doesn’t even eat garden ones!” - said the girl and ran on.
A girl runs and sees: a river of milk is flowing - jelly banks.
- Milk river - jelly banks! Tell me, where did the geese fly?
- Eat my simple jelly with milk - then I'll tell you.
“My father doesn’t even eat cream!
The girl would have had to run for a long time, but a hedgehog met her. The girl wanted to push the hedgehog, but she was afraid to prick herself and asks:
- Hedgehog, hedgehog, where did the geese fly?
The hedgehog showed the way to the girl. The girl ran along the road and sees - there is a hut on chicken legs, it is worth turning around. In the hut sits a baba-yaga, a bone leg, a clay muzzle; the brother sits on a bench by the window, playing with golden apples. The girl crept up to the window, grabbed her brother and ran home. And the Baba Yaga called the geese and sent them in pursuit of the girl.
A girl runs, and the geese completely catch up with her. Where to go? The girl ran to the milky river with jelly banks:
- Rechenka, my dear, cover me!
- Eat my simple jelly with milk.
The girl sipped kisselika with milk. Then the river hid the girl under a steep bank, and the geese flew past.
A girl ran out from under the bank and ran on, and the geese saw her and again set off in pursuit. What should a girl do? She ran to the apple tree:
- Apple tree, dove, hide me!
- Eat my forest apple, then I'll hide it.
There is nothing for the girl to do, she ate a forest apple. The apple tree covered the girl with branches, the geese flew past.
A girl came out from under the apple tree and started running home. She runs, and the geese again saw her - and well, after her! They fly completely, flapping their wings over their heads. A little girl ran to the stove:
“Pechechka, mother, hide me!”
- Eat my rye pie, then I'll hide it.
The girl quickly ate a rye pie and climbed into the oven. The geese flew by.
The girl got out of the stove and went home at full speed. The geese again saw the girl and again chased after her. They’re about to fly in, beat them in the face with their wings, and look, they’ll tear the brother out of their hands, but the hut was already not far away. The girl ran into the hut, quickly slammed the doors and closed the windows. The geese circled over the hut, shouted, and so with nothing, they flew to Baba Yaga.
An old man and an old woman came home, they see - the boy is at home, alive and well. They gave the girl a bun and a handkerchief.
Russian folk tale "Crow"
Once upon a time there was a crow, and she lived not alone, but with nannies, mothers, with small children, with near and far neighbors. Birds flew in from overseas, large and small, geese and swans, birdies and birdies, built their nests in the mountains, in the valleys, in the forests, in the meadows and laid eggs.
A crow noticed this and, well, offend migratory birds, carry their testicles!
An owl flew and saw that a crow offends large and small birds, carrying testicles.
“Wait,” he says, “you worthless crow, we will find a trial and punishment for you!”
And he flew far away, into the stone mountains, to the gray eagle. Arrived and asks:
- Father gray eagle, give us your righteous judgment on the offender-crow! From her there is no life for either small or large birds: she ruins our nests, steals cubs, drags eggs and feeds her crows with them!
The eagle shook his gray head and sent for the crow a light, lesser ambassador - a sparrow. The sparrow fluttered up and flew after the crow. She was about to make excuses, but all the bird's strength rose up on her, all the birds, and, well, pinching, pecking, driving to the eagle for judgment. There was nothing to do - she croaked and flew away, and all the birds took off and rushed after her.
So they flew to the eagle's dwelling and settled him, and the crow stands in the middle and pulls himself in front of the eagle, preens.
And the eagle began to interrogate the crow:
“They say about you, crow, that you open your mouth at someone else’s good, that you carry eggs from large and small birds and carry eggs!”
- It's a slander, father, a gray eagle, a slander, I'm only picking up shells!
“A complaint about you also reaches me that as soon as a peasant comes out to sow arable land, so you get up with all your crows and, well, peck the seeds!”
- It's a slander, father, a gray eagle, a slander! With my girlfriends, with small children, with children, households, I only carry worms from fresh arable land!
“And people are crying at you everywhere, that as soon as the bread is burned and the sheaves are stacked, then you will fly in with all your crows and let's be mischievous, stir up the sheaves and break the sheaves!”
- It's a slander, father, a gray eagle, a slander! We help this for a good deed - we disassemble the mop, we give access to the sun and the wind so that the bread does not germinate and the grain dries out!
The eagle got angry at the old liar-crow, ordered her to be planted in prison, in a lattice tower, behind iron bolts, behind damask locks. There she sits to this day!
Russian folk tale "The Fox and the Hare"
Once upon a time there was a little gray Bunny on the field, but there lived a Little Fox-sister.
That's how the frosts went, Bunny began to shed, and when the icy winter came, with a blizzard and snowdrifts, Bunny turned completely white from the cold, and he decided to build a hut for himself: he dragged luboks and let's fence the hut. Lisa saw this and said:
“You little one, what are you doing?”
“You see, I’m building a hut from the cold.
“Look, what a quick-witted one,” she thought.
Fox, - let's build a hut - only not a popular house, but chambers, a crystal Palace!
So she began to carry ice and lay a hut.
Both huts ripened at once, and our animals began to live with their homes.
Liska looks into the icy window and chuckles at the Bunny: “Look, black-footed, what a shack he made! Whether it’s my business: both clean and bright - neither give nor take the crystal palace!
Everything was fine for the fox in the winter, but as spring came after winter, and the snow began to drive away, warm the earth, then Liskin's palace melted and ran downhill with water. How can Liska be without a home? Here she ambushed when Zaika came out of his hut for a walk, snow grass, plucked rabbit cabbage, crept into Zaika's hut and climbed onto the floor.
Bunny came, pushed through the door - it was locked.
He waited a little and started knocking again.
- It's me, the owner, the gray Bunny, let me go, Fox.
“Get out, I won’t let you in,” Lisa answered.
Bunny waited and said:
- Enough, Lisonka, joking, let me go, I really want to sleep.
And Lisa replied:
- Wait, oblique, that's how I jump out, and jump out, and go shake you, only shreds will fly in the wind!
Bunny cried and went where his eyes look. He met a gray wolf:
- Great, Bunny, what are you crying about, what are you grieving about?
- But how can I not grieve, not grieve: I had a bast hut, Fox had an ice one. The fox hut melted, the water left, she captured mine and does not let me, the owner!
“But wait,” said the Wolf, “we will kick her out!”
- Hardly, Volchenka, we will drive her out, she is firmly entrenched!
- I'm not me, if I don't drive out the Fox! Wolf growled.
So the Bunny was delighted and went with the Wolf to chase the Fox. They came.
- Hey, Lisa Patrikeevna, get out of someone else's hut! cried the Wolf.
And the Fox answered him from the hut:
“Wait, that’s how I’ll get off the stove, and I’ll jump out, but I’ll jump out, and I’ll go to beat you, so only shreds will fly in the wind!”
- Oh, how angry! - grumbled the Wolf, tucked his tail and ran into the forest, and the Bunny was left crying in the field.
Bull is coming:
- Great, Bunny, what are you grieving about, what are you crying about?
- But how can I not grieve, how not to grieve: I had a bast hut, Fox had an icy one. The fox hut has melted, it has captured mine, and now it doesn’t let me, the owner, go home!
- But wait, - said the Bull, - we will drive her out.
- No, Bychenka, it’s unlikely to drive her out, she sat down firmly, the Wolf already drove her - he didn’t kick her out, and you, Bull, can’t be kicked out!
“I’m not me, if I don’t kick me out,” the Bull muttered.
The Bunny was delighted and went with the Bull to survive the Fox. They came.
- Hey, Lisa Patrikeevna, get out of someone else's hut! Buck muttered.
And Lisa answered him:
- Wait, that's how I get off the stove and go to beat you, the Bull, so only shreds will fly in the wind!
- Oh, how angry! - mumbled the Bull, threw back his head and let's run away.
The bunny sat down near the hummock and began to cry.
Here comes the Mishka-Bear and says:
- Great, oblique, what are you grieving about, what are you crying about?
- But how can I not grieve, how not to grieve: I had a bast hut, and Fox had an icy one. The fox hut melted, she captured mine and does not let me, the owner, go home!
“But wait,” said the Bear, “we will kick her out!”
- No, Mikhailo Potapych, it is unlikely to expel her, she sat down firmly. The wolf drove - did not drive out. The bull drove - didn’t drive out, and you can’t drive out!
“I am not me,” the Bear roared, “if the Fox does not survive!”
So the Bunny was delighted and went, bouncing, to drive the Fox with the Bear. They came.
“Hey, Lisa Patrikeevna,” the Bear roared, “get out of someone else’s hut!”
And Lisa answered him:
“Wait, Mikhailo Potapych, that’s how I’ll get off the stove, and I’ll jump out, but I’ll jump out, and I’ll go and beat you, clubfoot, so only shreds will fly in the wind!”
- Oooh, K8.K8. I'm fierce! - the Bear roared and started running in a rut.
How to be a hare? He began to beg the Fox, but the Fox does not lead with his ear. Here the Bunny cried and went where his eyes look and met a kochet, a red Rooster, with a saber on his shoulder.
- Great, Bunny, how are you doing, what are you grieving about, what are you crying about?
- But how can I not grieve, how not to grieve, if they are driven from their native ashes? I had a bast hut, and the Fox had an icy one. The fox hut has melted, it has occupied mine and does not let me, the owner, go home!
“But wait,” said the Rooster, “we will kick her out!”
- It is unlikely that you will be kicked out, Petenka, she has sat down painfully hard! The Wolf drove her - did not drive her out, the Bull drove her - did not drive her out, the Bear drove her - did not drive her out, where can you control it!
“Let’s try,” said the Cockerel and went with the Hare to drive the Fox out.
As they came to the hut, the Rooster sang:
There is a kochet on his heels,
Carries a saber on his shoulders
Wants to kill Liska,
Sew a hat for yourself
Come out, Lisa, have pity on yourself!
As Lisa heard the threat to Petukhov, she was frightened and said:
- Wait, Cockerel, golden comb, silk beard!
And the Rooster cries:
- Ku-ka-re-ku, I'll chop everything!
- Petenka-Cockerel, have pity on the old bones, let me put on a fur coat!
And the Rooster, standing at the door, know yourself shouting:
There is a kochet on his heels,
Carries a saber on his shoulders
Wants to kill Liska,
Sew a hat for yourself
Come out, Lisa, have pity on yourself!
Nothing to do, nowhere to go to Lisa: she opened the door and jumped out. And the Rooster settled with the Bunny in his hut, and they began to live, to be, and to save up good.
Russian folk tale "The Fox and the Crane"
The fox made friends with the crane, even made friends with him at someone's homeland.
So the fox once decided to treat the crane, went to invite him to visit:
- Come, kumanek, come, dear! How can I feed you!
A crane is going to a feast, and a fox has boiled semolina porridge and spread it on a plate. Served and treats:
- Eat, my little dove-kumanek! She cooked herself.
The crane clap-clap its nose, knocked, knocked, nothing hits!
And the fox at this time licks herself and licks porridge, so she ate it all herself.
The porridge is eaten; fox says:
- Do not blame me, dear godfather! There is nothing more to eat.
- Thank you, godfather, and on this! Come to visit me!
The next day, the fox comes, and the crane prepared okroshka, poured it into a jug with a small neck, put it on the table and said:
- Eat, gossip! Right, there is nothing more to regale.
The fox began to spin around the jug, and this way it will go in, and that way, and lick it, and sniff it - it won’t get anything! The head does not fit into the jug. Meanwhile, the crane pecks at itself and pecks until it has eaten everything.
- Well, do not blame me, godfather! Nothing else to eat!
Annoyance took the fox: she thought that she would eat for a whole week, but she went home like she slurped unsalted. As backfired, so it responded!
Since then, the friendship between the fox and the crane has been apart.
An invaluable source of wisdom and inspiration for the child. In this section, you can read your favorite fairy tales online for free and give children the first important lessons in the world order and morality. It is from the magical story that children learn about good and evil, and also that these concepts are far from absolute. Each fairy tale has a short description, which will help parents choose a topic that is relevant for the age of the child, and provide him with a choice.
| Name of the fairy tale | Source | Rating |
|---|---|---|
| Vasilisa the Beautiful | Russian traditional | 430227 |
| Morozko | Russian traditional | 300344 |
| Aibolit | Korney Chukovsky | 1225150 |
| Adventures of Sinbad the Sailor | Arabian tale | 264164 |
| Snowman | Andersen H.K. | 157395 |
| Moidodyr | Korney Chukovsky | 1210515 |
| Ax porridge | Russian traditional | 323601 |
| The Scarlet Flower | Aksakov S.T. | 1753427 |
| Teremok | Russian traditional | 502993 |
| Fly Tsokotukha | Korney Chukovsky | 1333379 |
| Mermaid | Andersen H.K. | 549245 |
| Fox and crane | Russian traditional | 251026 |
| Barmaley | Korney Chukovsky | 555097 |
| Fedorino grief | Korney Chukovsky | 945897 |
| Sivka-Burka | Russian traditional | 230868 |
| Green oak near Lukomorye | Pushkin A.S. | 922563 |
| Twelve months | Samuil Marshak | 1034566 |
| The Bremen Town Musicians | Brothers Grimm | 300863 |
| Puss in Boots | Charles Perrault | 509570 |
| The Tale of Tsar Saltan | Pushkin A.S. | 750867 |
| The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish | Pushkin A.S. | 682253 |
| The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Bogatyrs | Pushkin A.S. | 341725 |
| The Tale of the Golden Cockerel | Pushkin A.S. | 281055 |
| Thumbelina | Andersen H.K. | 248576 |
| The Snow Queen | Andersen H.K. | 288084 |
| Walkers | Andersen H.K. | 35408 |
| sleeping Beauty | Charles Perrault | 133677 |
| Little Red Riding Hood | Charles Perrault | 292604 |
| Tom Thumb | Charles Perrault | 207322 |
| Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs | Brothers Grimm | 196535 |
| Snow White and Scarlet | Brothers Grimm | 50359 |
| The wolf and the seven Young goats | Brothers Grimm | 164613 |
| hare and hedgehog | Brothers Grimm | 150743 |
| Mrs. Metelitsa | Brothers Grimm | 106476 |
| sweet porridge | Brothers Grimm | 214574 |
| Princess on the Pea | Andersen H.K. | 130559 |
| Crane and Heron | Russian traditional | 37556 |
| Cinderella | Charles Perrault | 446632 |
| Tale of the Silly Mouse | Samuil Marshak | 400759 |
| Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves | Arabian tale | 162244 |
| Magic lamp of Aladdin | Arabian tale | 284256 |
| cat, rooster and fox | Russian traditional | 163325 |
| Hen Ryaba | Russian traditional | 403571 |
| fox and cancer | Russian traditional | 102650 |
| Sister fox and wolf | Russian traditional | 107502 |
| Masha and the Bear | Russian traditional | 334784 |
| The Sea King and Vasilisa the Wise | Russian traditional | 108802 |
| Snow Maiden | Russian traditional | 68374 |
| Three piglets | Russian traditional | 2317215 |
| ugly duck | Andersen H.K. | 151504 |
| Wild Swans | Andersen H.K. | 69430 |
| Flint | Andersen H.K. | 84677 |
| Ole Lukoye | Andersen H.K. | 151504 |
| The Steadfast Tin Soldier | Andersen H.K. | 54526 |
| Baba Yaga | Russian traditional | 152623 |
| Magic pipe | Russian traditional | 156505 |
| magic ring | Russian traditional | 189488 |
| Woe | Russian traditional | 25749 |
| Swan geese | Russian traditional | 118586 |
| Daughter and stepdaughter | Russian traditional | 27512 |
| Ivan Tsarevich and the Grey Wolf | Russian traditional | 84469 |
| Treasure | Russian traditional | 56760 |
| Kolobok | Russian traditional | 198595 |
| living water | Brothers Grimm | 97618 |
| Rapunzel | Brothers Grimm | 169886 |
| Rumplestiltskin | Brothers Grimm | 52707 |
| A pot of porridge | Brothers Grimm | 92621 |
| King Thrushbeard | Brothers Grimm | 32342 |
| little men | Brothers Grimm | 72037 |
| Hansel and Gretel | Brothers Grimm | 38504 |
| golden goose | Brothers Grimm | 48192 |
| Mrs. Metelitsa | Brothers Grimm | 25679 |
| Worn out shoes | Brothers Grimm | 37863 |
| Straw, coal and bean | Brothers Grimm | 32416 |
| twelve brothers | Brothers Grimm | 25800 |
| Spindle, hook and needle | Brothers Grimm | 31052 |
| Friendship of a cat and a mouse | Brothers Grimm | 44215 |
| Wren and bear | Brothers Grimm | 31064 |
| royal children | Brothers Grimm | 27371 |
| Brave little tailor | Brothers Grimm | 40107 |
| crystal ball | Brothers Grimm | 80181 |
| queen bee | Brothers Grimm | 53232 |
| Smart Gretel | Brothers Grimm | 25412 |
| Three lucky people | Brothers Grimm | 25621 |
| Three spins | Brothers Grimm | 24877 |
| Three snake leaves | Brothers Grimm | 25613 |
| Three brothers | Brothers Grimm | 25650 |
| glass mountain old man | Brothers Grimm | 25520 |
| Tale of the fisherman and his wife | Brothers Grimm | 25133 |
| underground man | Brothers Grimm | 38004 |
| Donkey | Brothers Grimm | 27756 |
| Ocheski | Brothers Grimm | 23937 |
| The Frog King, or Iron Henry | Brothers Grimm | 25615 |
| six swans | Brothers Grimm | 33634 |
| Marya Morevna | Russian traditional | 60704 |
| Miraculous miracle, wonderful miracle | Russian traditional | 50905 |
| two frosts | Russian traditional | 49767 |
| The most expensive | Russian traditional | 41182 |
| Miraculous shirt | Russian traditional | 49858 |
| frost and hare | Russian traditional | 50376 |
| How the fox learned to fly | Russian traditional | 58880 |
| Ivan the Fool | Russian traditional | 45372 |
| Fox and jug | Russian traditional | 32262 |
| bird language | Russian traditional | 28094 |
| soldier and devil | Russian traditional | 26468 |
| crystal mountain | Russian traditional | 32649 |
| Tricky Science | Russian traditional | 35535 |
| smart guy | Russian traditional | 27327 |
| Snow Maiden and Fox | Russian traditional | 76439 |
| Word | Russian traditional | 26652 |
| fast messenger | Russian traditional | 26337 |
| Seven Simeons | Russian traditional | 26063 |
| About the old grandmother | Russian traditional | 28939 |
| Go there - I don't know where, bring something - I don't know what | Russian traditional | 64524 |
| By pike command | Russian traditional | 91772 |
| Rooster and millstones | Russian traditional | 25620 |
| Shepherd's Pipe | Russian traditional | 54222 |
| petrified kingdom | Russian traditional | 26672 |
| About rejuvenating apples and living water | Russian traditional | 48242 |
| Goat Dereza | Russian traditional | 44815 |
| Ilya Muromets and the Nightingale the Robber | Russian traditional | 41537 |
| Cockerel and bean seed | Russian traditional | 69252 |
| Ivan - a peasant son and a miracle Yudo | Russian traditional | 38002 |
| Three Bears | Russian traditional | 581639 |
| Fox and black grouse | Russian traditional | 27742 |
| Tar barrel goby | Russian traditional | 99477 |
| Baba Yaga and berries | Russian traditional | 49655 |
| Battle on the Kalinov Bridge | Russian traditional | 26714 |
| Finist - Clear Falcon | Russian traditional | 65849 |
| Princess Nesmeyana | Russian traditional | 172544 |
| Tops and roots | Russian traditional | 73791 |
| Winter hut of animals | Russian traditional | 50077 |
| flying ship | Russian traditional | 93992 |
| Sister Alyonushka and brother Ivanushka | Russian traditional | 48978 |
| Cockerel golden comb | Russian traditional | 57699 |
| Zayushkina hut | Russian traditional | 157637 |
Listening to fairy tales, children not only acquire the necessary knowledge, but also learn to build relationships in society, relating themselves to one or another fictional character. Based on the experience of relationships between fairy-tale characters, the child understands that one should not unconditionally trust strangers. Our site presents the most famous fairy tales for your children. Choose interesting fairy tales in the presented table.
Why is it useful to read fairy tales?
Various plots of the fairy tale help the child to understand that the world around him can be contradictory and rather complicated. While listening to the adventures of the hero, children are confronted virtually with injustice, hypocrisy and pain. But this is how a baby learns to appreciate love, honesty, friendship and beauty. Always having a happy ending, fairy tales help the kid to be an optimist and resist all kinds of troubles in life.
The entertainment component of fairy tales should not be underestimated. Listening to exciting stories has a lot of advantages, for example, in comparison with watching cartoons - there is no threat to the baby's vision. Moreover, listening to children's fairy tales performed by parents, the baby learns many new words and learns to correctly articulate sounds. It is difficult to overestimate the importance of this, because scientists have long proven that nothing affects the future comprehensive development of a child like early speech development.
What are fairy tales for children?
Fairy tales there are different ones: magical - exciting children's imagination with a riot of fantasy; household - telling about a simple everyday life, in which magic is also possible; about animals - where the leading characters are not people, but various animals so dearly loved by children. Our site contains a large number of such fairy tales. Here you can read for free what will be interesting to the baby. Convenient navigation will help make finding the right material quick and easy.
Read annotations to give the child the right to independently choose a fairy tale, because most modern child psychologists believe that the key to the future love of kids for reading lies in the freedom of choice of material. We give you and your child unlimited freedom in choosing wonderful children's fairy tales!
Russian folk tale "Teremok"
It stands in the field of a teremok-teremok.
He is not low, not high, not high.
A mouse runs past. I saw the tower, stopped and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in the low?
Nobody responds.
The mouse entered the tower and began to live in it.
A frog jumped up to the tower and asked:
- I'm a mouse-norushka! And who are you?
- And I'm a frog.
- Come live with me!
The frog jumped into the tower. They began to live together.
Runaway bunny runs past. Stop and ask:
- Who, who lives in the little house? Who, who lives in the low?
- I'm a mouse-norushka!
- I'm a frog. And who are you?
- I'm a runaway bunny.
- Come live with us!
Hare jump into the tower! They began to live together.
The little fox is coming. She knocked on the window and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in the low?
- I'm a mouse.
- I'm a frog.
- I'm a runaway bunny. And who are you?
- And I'm a fox-sister.
- Come live with us!
The fox climbed into the tower. The four of them began to live.
A top came running - a gray barrel, looked in the door and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in the low?
- I'm a mouse.
- I'm a frog.
- I'm a runaway bunny.
- I'm a fox-sister. And who are you?
- And I'm a top - a gray barrel.
- Come live with us!
The wolf got into the tower. The five of them began to live.
Here they all live in the tower, they sing songs.
Suddenly a clumsy bear walks by. The bear saw the Teremok, heard the songs, stopped and roared at the top of his lungs:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in the low?
- I'm a mouse.
- I'm a frog.
- I'm a runaway bunny.
- I'm a fox-sister.
- I, the top - a gray barrel. And who are you?
- And I'm a clumsy bear.
- Come live with us!
The bear climbed into the tower.
Lez-climb, climb-climb - he just couldn't get in and says:
“I’d rather live on your roof.”
- Yes, you crush us!
- No, I won't.
- Well, get down! The bear climbed onto the roof.
Just sat down - fuck! - crushed the teremok. The tower crackled, fell on its side and fell apart.
Barely managed to jump out of it:
mink mouse,
frog,
runaway bunny,
fox-sister,
the spinning top is a gray barrel, everyone is safe and sound.
They began to carry logs, cut boards - to build a new tower. Built better than before!
Russian folk tale "Kolobok"
There lived an old man and an old woman. This is what the old man asks:
- Bake me, old gingerbread man.
- Yes, from what to bake something? There is no flour.
- Oh, old woman! Mark on the barn, scrape on the twigs - that's enough.
The old woman did just that: she scooped, scraped a handful of two flour, kneaded the dough with sour cream, rolled up a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to cool.
Tired of the kolobok lying: he rolled from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor - and to the door, jumped over the threshold into the hallway, from the hay to the porch, from the porch to the yard, and there through the gate, further and further.
A bun rolls along the road, and a hare meets it:
- No, do not eat me, oblique, but rather listen to what song I will sing to you.
The hare raised his ears, and the bun sang:
- I'm a bun, a bun!
According to the barn metyon,
Scraped by bits,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
On the window it's cold
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
From you rabbit
Don't be smart about leaving.
A gingerbread man rolls along a path in the forest, and a gray wolf meets him:
— Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man! I will eat you!
- Don't eat me, gray wolf, I'll sing a song for you.
And the bun sang:
- I'm a bun, a bun!
According to the barn metyon,
Scraped by bits,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
On the window it's cold
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit.
From you wolf
A gingerbread man rolls through the forest, and a bear walks towards him, breaks brushwood, oppresses the bushes to the ground.
- Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man, I'll Eat You!
“Well, where are you, clubfoot, to eat me!” Listen to my song.
The gingerbread man sang, but Misha and his ears were not strong enough.
- I'm a bun, a bun!
According to the barn metyon,
Scraped by bits,
Mixed with sour cream.
planted in the oven,
On the window it's cold
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit
I left the wolf
From you bear
Half a heart to leave.
And the bun rolled - the bear only looked after him.
A gingerbread man rolls, and a fox meets him: - Hello, gingerbread man! What a pretty, ruddy little boy you are!
Gingerbread man is glad that he was praised, and sang his song, and the fox listens and creeps closer and closer.
- I'm a bun, a bun!
According to the barn metyon,
Scraped by bits,
Mixed with sour cream.
planted in the oven,
On the window it's cold
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit
I left the wolf
Walked away from the bear
From you fox
Don't be smart about leaving.
- Nice song! - said the fox. - Yes, the trouble, my dear, is that I have become old - I can’t hear well. Sit on my face and sing one more time.
Gingerbread man was delighted that his song was praised, jumped on the fox's face and sang:
- I'm a bun, a bun! ..
And his fox - um! — and ate it.
Russian folk tale "Three Bears"
One girl left home for the forest. She got lost in the forest and began to look for her way home, but she did not find it, but came to the house in the forest.
The door was open: she looked through the door, saw that there was no one in the house, and entered.
Three bears lived in this house.
One bear was a father, his name was Mikhail Ivanovich. He was big and shaggy.
The other was a bear. She was smaller, and her name was Nastasya Petrovna.
The third was a little bear cub, and his name was Mishutka. The bears were not at home, they went for a walk in the forest.
There were two rooms in the house: one dining room, the other bedroom. The girl entered the dining room and saw three cups of stew on the table. The first cup, very large, was Mikhaila Ivanycheva. The second cup, smaller, was Nastasya Petrovnina; the third, little blue cup was Mishutkin.
Beside each cup lay a spoon: large, medium and small. The girl took the biggest spoon and drank from the biggest cup; then she took the middle spoon and drank from the middle cup; then she took a small spoon and drank from a little blue cup, and Mishutka's stew seemed to her the best of all.
The girl wanted to sit down and sees three chairs by the table: one large - Mikhail Ivanychev, another smaller - Nastasya Petrovnin and the third small, with a blue cushion - Mishutkin. She climbed onto a large chair and fell; then she sat down on the middle chair - it was awkward on it; then she sat down on a small chair and laughed—it was so good. She took the little blue cup on her knees and began to eat. She ate all the stew and began to swing on a chair.
The chair broke and she fell to the floor. She got up, picked up a chair and went to another room.
There were three beds; one large one is for Mikhail Ivanychev, another medium one is for Nastasya Petrovna, and the third small one is for Mishutkin. The girl lay down in a large one - it was too spacious for her; lay down in the middle - it was too high; she lay down in the little one - the bed fit her just right, and she fell asleep.
And the bears came home hungry and wanted to have dinner.
The big bear took his cup, looked and roared in a terrible voice: - Who sipped in my cup? Nastasya Petrovna looked at her cup and growled not so loudly:
— Who sipped in my cup?
But Mishutka saw his empty cup and squeaked in a thin voice:
- Who sipped in my cup and you sipped all of it?
Mikhailo Ivanovich looked at his chair and growled in a terrible voice:
Nastasya Petrovna glanced at her chair and growled not so loudly:
— Who was sitting on my chair and moved it from its place?
Mishutka saw his chair and squeaked:
Who was sitting on my chair and broke it?
The bears came to another room.
“Who got into my bed and wrinkled it up? roared Mikhailo Ivanovich in a terrible voice.
“Who got into my bed and wrinkled it up? growled Nastasya Petrovna, not so loudly.
And Mishenka set up a bench, climbed into his bed and squeaked in a thin voice:
Who got into my bed?
And suddenly he saw a girl and squealed as if he was being cut:
- Here she is! Hold on! Hold on! Here she is! Ay-ya-yay! Hold on!
He wanted to bite her. The girl opened her eyes, saw the bears and rushed to the window. The window was open, she jumped out the window and ran away. And the bears did not catch up with her.
Russian folk tale "Zayushkina's hut"
Once upon a time there lived a fox and a hare. The fox has an icy hut, and the hare has a bast hut. Here is the fox teasing the hare:
- My hut is light, and yours is dark! Mine is light, yours is dark!
Summer has come, the fox's hut has melted.
Fox and asks for a hare:
- Let me go, hare, at least to your yard!
- No, fox, I won’t let you in: why did you tease?
The fox began to beg more. The hare let her into his yard.
The next day, the fox asks again:
- Let me, hare, on the porch.
The fox begged, begged, the hare agreed and let the fox on the porch.
On the third day, the fox asks again:
- Let me go, hare, into the hut.
- No, I won’t let you in: why did you tease?
She begged, she begged, the hare let her into the hut. The fox is sitting on the bench, and the bunny is on the stove.
On the fourth day, the fox asks again:
- Zainka, zainka, let me on the stove to your place!
- No, I won’t let you in: why did you tease?
She asked, asked the fox and begged la - the hare let her go on the stove.
A day passed, another - the fox began to drive the hare out of the hut:
"Get out, scythe." I don't want to live with you!
So she kicked out.
The hare sits and cries, grieves, wipes away tears with its paws.
Running past the dog
— Tyaf, tyaf, tyaf! What, bunny, are you crying about?
How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” the dogs say. “We’ll kick her out.”
- No, don't kick me out!
- No, let's get out! Approached the hut:
— Tyaf, tyaf, tyaf! Go, fox, get out! And she told them from the oven:
- How do I get out?
How to jump out
Shreds will go
Through the alleys!
The dogs got scared and ran away.
Again the bunny sits and cries.
A wolf is walking by
- What are you crying about, bunny?
- How can I not cry, gray wolf? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the wolf, “I’ll kick her out.”
- No, you won't. They drove the dogs - they didn’t kick them out, and you won’t kick them out.
- No, I'll take it out.
— Uyyy... Uyyy... Go, fox, get out!
And she from the oven:
- How do I get out?
How to jump out
Shreds will go
Through the alleys!
The wolf got scared and ran away.
Here the hare sits and cries again.
An old bear is coming.
- What are you crying about, bunny?
- How can I, bear, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the bear, “I’ll kick her out.”
- No, you won't. The dogs drove, drove - did not drive out, the gray wolf drove, drove - did not drive out. And you won't get kicked out.
- No, I'll take it out.
The bear went to the hut and growled:
— Rrrr... rrr... Go, fox, get out!
And she from the oven:
- How do I get out?
How to jump out
Shreds will go
Through the alleys!
The bear got scared and left.
Again the hare sits and cries.
A rooster is coming, carrying a scythe.
— Ku-ka-re-ku! Zainka, what are you crying about?
- How can I, Petenka, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.
- Do not worry, hare, I'm chasing you a fox.
- No, you won't. Dogs drove - not kicked out, the gray wolf drove, drove - did not drive out, the old bear drove, drove - did not drive out. And you won't get kicked out.
- No, I'll take it out.
The rooster went to the hut:
— Ku-ka-re-ku!
I walk on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to kill the fox
Went, fox, from the stove!
The fox heard, got scared and said:
- I'm getting dressed...
Rooster again:
— Ku-ka-re-ku!
I walk on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to kill the fox
Went, fox, from the stove!
And the fox says:
I put on a coat...
Rooster for the third time:
— Ku-ka-re-ku!
I walk on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to kill the fox
Went, fox, from the stove!
The fox was frightened, jumped off the stove - yes, run away.
And the hare and the rooster began to live and live.
Russian folk tale "Masha and the Bear"
There lived a grandfather and a grandmother. They had a granddaughter Masha.
Once the girlfriends gathered in the forest - for mushrooms and for berries. They came to call Mashenka with them.
- Grandfather, grandmother, - says Masha, - let me go into the forest with my friends!
Grandparents answer:
- Go, just watch your girlfriends do not lag behind - otherwise you will get lost.
The girls came to the forest, began to pick mushrooms and berries. Here Masha - tree by tree, bush by bush - and went far, far from her girlfriends.
She began to haunt, began to call them. And the girlfriends do not hear, do not respond.
Mashenka walked and walked through the forest - she got completely lost.
She came to the very wilderness, to the very thicket. He sees - there is a hut. Mashenka knocked on the door - no answer. She pushed the door, the door opened.
Mashenka entered the hut, sat down on a bench by the window. Sit down and think:
“Who lives here? Why can't you see anyone?"
And in that hut lived a huge honey, after all. Only he was not at home then: he walked through the forest. The bear returned in the evening, saw Masha, was delighted.
“Aha,” he says, “now I won’t let you go!” You will live with me. You will heat the stove, you will cook porridge, feed me porridge.
Masha grieve, grieved, but nothing can be done. She began to live with a bear in a hut.
The bear will go into the forest for the whole day, and Mashenka is punished not to leave the hut anywhere without him.
“And if you leave,” he says, “I’ll catch it anyway and then I’ll eat it!”
Mashenka began to think how she could escape from the bear. Around the forest, in which direction to go - does not know, there is no one to ask ...
She thought and thought and thought.
Once a bear comes from the forest, and Mashenka says to him:
- Bear, bear, let me go to the village for a day: I will bring gifts to my grandmother and grandfather.
“No,” says the bear, “you will get lost in the forest.” Give me the gifts, I'll take them myself!
And Mashenka needs it!
She baked pies, took out a big, big box and said to the bear:
“Here, look: I will put pies in this box, and you take them to your grandfather and grandmother.” Yes, remember: do not open the box on the way, do not take out the pies. I'll climb into the oak tree, I'll follow you!
- Okay, - the bear answers, - let's box!
Mashenka says:
- Get out on the porch, see if it's raining!
As soon as the bear came out onto the porch, Masha immediately climbed into the box, and put a dish of pies on her head.
The bear returned, he sees that the box is ready. He put him on his back and went to the village.
A bear walks between the fir trees, a bear wanders between birches, descends into ravines, rises to the hillocks. Walked, walked, tired and says:
And Mashenka from the box:
- See see!
Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!
“Look, what a big-eyed one,” says the honey, after all, “sees everything!”
- I'll sit on a stump, eat a pie!
And Mashenka from the box again:
- See see!
Don't sit on a stump, don't eat a pie!
Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!
The bear was surprised.
- What a clever one! Sits high, looks far!
I got up and walked faster.
I came to the village, found the house where my grandfather and grandmother lived, and let's knock on the gate with all our might:
- Knock-Knock! Unlock, open! I brought you presents from Mashenka.
And the dogs sensed the bear and rushed at him. From all yards they run, bark.
The bear was frightened, put the box at the gate and set off into the forest without looking back.
- What's in the box? Grandma says.
And grandfather lifted the lid, looked and couldn’t believe his eyes: Mashenka was sitting in the box - alive and well.
Grandpa and grandma rejoiced. They began to hug, kiss, and call Mashenka a clever girl.
Russian folk tale "The Wolf and the Goats"
Once upon a time there lived a goat with kids. The goat went into the forest to eat silk grass, to drink icy water. As soon as he leaves, the kids will lock up the hut and won't go anywhere themselves.
The goat comes back, knocks on the door and sings:
- Goats, kids!
Open up, open up!
Milk runs along the notch.
From a notch on a hoof,
From the hoof to the cheese ground!
The kids will unlock the door and let the mother in. She will feed them, give them a drink, and again go into the forest, and the kids will lock themselves tightly.
The wolf overheard the goat singing.
Once the goat left, the wolf ran to the hut and shouted in a thick voice:
- You kids!
You goats!
open up
open up
Your mother has come
She brought milk.
Hooves full of water!
The goats answer him:
The wolf has nothing to do. He went to the forge and ordered his throat to be reforged so that he could sing in a thin voice. The blacksmith cut his throat. The wolf again ran to the hut and hid behind a bush.
Here comes the goat and knocks:
- Goats, kids!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came - she brought milk;
Milk runs along the notch,
From a notch on a hoof,
From the hoof to the cheese ground!
The kids let their mother in and let's tell how the wolf came and wanted to eat them.
The goat fed and watered the kids and severely punished:
- Whoever comes to the hut, begins to ask in a thick voice and does not sort out everything that I recite to you, do not open the door, do not let anyone in.
As soon as the goat left, the wolf again walked to the hut, knocked and began to lament in a thin voice:
- Goats, kids!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came - she brought milk;
Milk runs along the notch,
From a notch on a hoof,
From the hoof to the cheese ground!
The kids opened the door, the wolf rushed into the hut and ate all the kids. Only one kid was buried in the oven.
The goat is coming. No matter how much she called, or lamented, no one answered her. He sees the door is open. I ran into the hut - there is no one there. I looked into the oven and found one kid.
How the goat found out about her misfortune, how she sat on the bench - she began to grieve, cry bitterly:
- Oh, you, my children, goats!
To which they opened, they opened,
Did the bad wolf get it?
The wolf heard this, entered the hut and said to the goat:
- What are you sinning against me, godfather? I didn't eat your goats. Full of grief, let's go to the forest, take a walk.
They went into the forest, and there was a hole in the forest, and a fire was burning in the hole.
The goat says to the wolf:
- Come on, wolf, let's try, who will jump over the pit?
They began to jump. The goat jumped over, and the wolf jumped and fell into a hot hole.
His belly burst from the fire, the kids jumped out of there, all alive, yes - jump to the mother!
And they began to live, to live as before.
Russian folk tale "Geese-swans"
There lived a husband and a wife. They had a daughter, Masha, and a son, Vanyushka.
Once father and mother gathered in the city and said to Masha:
- Well, daughter, be smart: don't go anywhere, take care of your brother. And we will bring you presents from the bazaar.
So the father and mother left, and Masha put her brother on the grass under the window and ran out into the street, to her friends.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, swan geese swooped in, picked up Vanyushka, put him on wings and carried him away.
Masha returned, looking - there is no brother! She gasped, rushed back and forth - Vanyushka was nowhere to be seen. She called, she called - her brother did not respond. Masha began to cry, but tears cannot help grief. She is to blame, she herself must find her brother.
Masha ran out into the open field, looked around. He sees that geese-swans rushed in the distance and disappeared behind a dark forest.
Masha guessed that it was the geese-swans that had carried away her brother, and rushed to catch up with them.
She ran, she ran, she sees - there is a stove in the field. Masha to her:
- Stove, stove, tell me, where did the swan geese fly to?
“Throw wood at me,” says the stove, “then I’ll tell you!”
Masha quickly chopped wood and threw it into the stove.
The stove said which way to run.
He sees - there is an apple tree, all hung with ruddy apples, branches bent down to the very ground. Masha to her:
- Apple tree, apple tree, tell me, where did the swan geese fly to?
- Shake my apples, otherwise all the branches are bent - it's hard to stand!
Masha shook the apples, the apple tree lifted the branches, straightened the leaves. Masha showed the way.
- Milk river - kissel banks, where did the swan geese fly?
- A stone fell into me, - the river answers, - prevents the milk from flowing further. Move it to the side - then I'll tell you where the swan geese flew.
Masha broke off a large branch, moved the stone. The river murmured, told Masha where to run, where to look for swan geese.
Masha ran and ran and ran to the dense forest. She stood at the edge and did not know where to go now, what to do. He looks - a hedgehog sits under a stump.
“Hedgehog, hedgehog,” Masha asks, “didn’t you see where the swan geese flew to?
Hedgehog says:
“Wherever I go, go there, too!”
He curled up in a ball and rolled between the fir trees, between the birches. Rolled, rolled and rolled to the hut on chicken legs.
Masha looks - the Baba Yaga is sitting in that hut, spinning yarn. And Vanyushka is playing with golden apples near the porch.
Masha crept quietly to the hut, grabbed her brother and ran home.
A little later, Baba Yaga looked out the window: the boy is gone! She called the swan geese:
- Hurry, swan geese, fly in pursuit!
Geese-swans soared, screamed, flew away.
And Masha runs, carries her brother, does not feel her legs under her. I looked back - I saw swan geese ... What should I do? She ran to the milk river - jelly banks. And the swan geese scream, flap their wings, catch up with her ...
“River, river,” Masha asks, “hide us!”
The river put her and her brother under a steep bank, hid them from the swan geese.
The swan geese did not see Masha, they flew past.
Masha came out from under the steep bank, thanked the river and ran again.
And the geese-swans saw her - they returned, they fly towards her. Masha ran up to the apple tree:
- Apple tree, apple tree, hide me!
The apple tree covered it with branches, with wings covered with leaves. The swan geese circled and circled, did not find Masha and Vanyushka, and flew past.
Masha came out from under the apple tree, thanked her and started running again!
She runs, carries her brother, it’s not far from home ... Yes, unfortunately, the swan geese saw her again - and well, after her! They cackle, swoop in, flap their wings over their very heads - just look, Vanyushka will be pulled out of his hands ... It's good that the stove is nearby. Masha to her:
“Stove, stove, hide me!”
The stove hid it, closed it with a damper. The swan geese flew up to the stove, let's open the damper, but it wasn't there. They poked themselves into the chimney, but they didn’t hit the stove, they only smeared the wings with soot.
They circled, circled, shouted, shouted, and so on with nothing and returned to Baba Yaga ...
And Masha and her brother got out of the stove and went home at full speed. She ran home, washed her brother, combed her hair, put him on a bench, and sat next to him herself.
Here soon both the father and mother returned from the city, the gifts were brought.
