Children's stories to read for 4 years. Instructive stories. How we went to the zoo

Tasks: to develop imagination, fantasy, focused attention, auditory perception, memory, speed of reaction.

The teacher invites the children to listen to a fairy tale familiar to them only in a new way. Whenever children notice a discrepancy compared to the story they are familiar with, they should clap their hands or stamp their feet. The teacher composes the first stories, then the role of the leader is transferred to the children.

The wolf and the seven Young goats

There lived a goat. And she had seven glorious little goats. Once a goat was about to leave the house, so she says to her fluffy children: “My little goats, kids, I’ll go to the pond, I’ll catch chocolate fish for you. And you, be smart, reasonable, behave yourself, and open the front door to everyone, whoever knocks on it.

“Okay, mommy,” said the kids, and only the mother was out the door, as they rushed to watch TV in a crowd.

What a boring show today! said the smallest kitten. - Usually "Good morning, strong men!" much funnier.

There was a knock at the door.

“Open up, dear children! someone croaked in a soft voice. - Your grandmother came, brought yogurt.

- You are not our mother at all, - the goats answered, - our daughter has a pleasant voice, like an old crow.

The wolf ran away in a rage. But in the city he bought a cactus from a baker, ate it, and suddenly the wolf made a thin voice.

For a long time, for a short time, the wolf knocks again in the kennel. And his voice is exactly like that of a mother goat. But you can’t fool the kids: they asked him to put his nose on the windowsill.

- Oh oh oh! they bleated in fright when they saw him. “You are not our mother at all. Your paw is blue, but our mother's is black. You are an evil green wolf!

Then the wolf ran to the miller, bought himself flour, and dumped both his paws in it. They became white-white.

The wolf knocked on the pigsty again. Then the kittens really decided that it was their mother who came. They let the wolf in, and he gave them all a chocolate bar. Then the wolf took them to the fair to ride the carousel. And only the smallest kid hid in the pan.

The goat came home and was sad that the wolf took away her children. Yes, then her smaller goat crawled out of the saucepan, and the goat had to give him valerian to make his stomach hurt. She took a needle and thread and went with her baby elephant to the lawn. There the wolf lay under the tree and slept. "Whack-whack" - the goat cut the belly of the wolf, from there jumped out unharmed all her kids-kids. They collected a whole bunch of cones in the meadow, stuffed dumplings into the wolf's stomach, and the goat instantly sewed up the wound.

Then the wolf woke up and jumped up from thirst - so high that he caught the cloud with his claws. The wolf pulled himself up on a cloud, sat on it and took a breath. Then he began to wave his paw at the chickens and shout for them to help him down, but no one wanted to listen to him.

Swan geese

There lived a man and a woman. They had a daughter and a little son. Somehow the mother and father went to dances, and the daughters strictly ordered to take care of their brother.

The father and mother left, and the daughter tied her brother by the leg to the house with a rope, and she herself went for a walk with her friends.

Geese-swans flew in, they wanted to drag the boy away, but the rope is holding him. Then the geese-swans pulled a saw out of the barn and sawed the rope.

The girl returned, but her brother was gone, only the rope lay on the grass. The girl was frightened, rushed after her brother, but only in the distance she saw flying crocodiles that were dragging her brother in a bag.

A girl barely trudged along to catch up with the crocodiles. He sees a stove in the field. The girl at the stove asked where the swan geese had taken her brother. And the stove offered her to clean her pipe, she was very sooty. The girl agreed, she had nowhere to hurry.

The girl trudged on, all black with soot. And on the way she has an apple tree. The girl asked the apple tree where the crocodiles had flown. The apple tree suggested that the girl make apple jam for the whole winter from her forest apples. Moreover, she was not far from the stove. The girl had never made jam before. She put whole apples in a basin, poured salt, dry mustard, and put it on the stove. Satisfied, she remained with her jam, and trudged on.

I stumbled upon a compote river in fruit banks. And by the river she asked about her brother. Only the river did not even listen to her, she was very dirty. The river flooded the girl with compote, threw fruit, the girl barely carried her legs.

For a long time the girl trudged, then ran through the fields and forests. Suddenly I saw the hut of Baba Yaga. Next to the hut, a brother sits on goat legs, spinning a tow. Baba Yaga invited the girl to the house, gave her drink, fed her, invited her to live with her - she was bored alone in the forest.

- And what about my mother and father without us? the girl got worried.

Baba Yaga promised to bring them on flying crocodiles.

“All together,” he says, “we will live. The stove will bake pies for us, the apple tree will grow apples, and the river will cook compotes. All will be full.

Since then, they all lived together as a close-knit family, and Baba Yaga turned into a kind grandmother.

Masha and the Bear

There lived a grandfather and a grandmother. They had a granddaughter Masha.

Once the girlfriends gathered in the forest, they came to call Mashenka with them. She took time off from her grandparents and went with her friends to pick mushrooms and pick berries.

The girls came to the forest, dispersed in different directions. Masha went far from her friends and got lost.

In the most often she came across a hut. And the hut is not simple, on chicken legs. A cowardly bear lived in this hut. He was afraid of everyone, so he built a hut like Baba Yaga's, so that everyone would bypass it.

But Mashenka had no other choice. She didn't know how to get to her village. She prepared for a fierce death. After all, Baba Yaga loved to eat little girls.

And since she was dying, Masha decided to finally have some fun. She smashed all the bear's pots with a ball, smeared all the walls with porridge, spilled oil on the floor, ate to the belly and went to bed.

The bear came, saw what Mashenka had done, praised her and left her to live.

Mashenka began to live with the bear. He went into the forest every day, and Masha was punished not to go anywhere without him.

Day and night Masha thought how she could escape from the bear. She thought and thought and thought. She asked the bear to bring gifts to her grandparents. The bear agreed. And Masha cut a huge bowl of lettuce, seasoned it with sour cream, and put it on her head. She climbed into the box and sits quietly, like a mouse.

The bear put the box on his back, and carried it to the village. He walks, feels that something is pouring down his back. He ran a paw on his back, tried it on his tongue, and this is sour cream. The bear liked the sour cream, he began to sit down every hundred meters on the stumps and lick himself. And Masha from the box shouts to him:

See see!

Don't sit on a stump

Don't eat the pie!

Take it to grandma

Bring it to grandpa!

While the bear carried the box to the village, all the sour cream spilled out from the shaking. The local cats smelled sour cream, gathered in a large flock, and how they attacked the bear, let's lick it from all sides. The bear barely escaped.

Grandma and grandpa heard a noise and ran out of the house. And a bear stands at the house, fights off cats. The bear saw grandparents, threw the box to the ground, and took off running into the forest. He was very much afraid that Mashenka would overtake him.

The old men opened the box, and there was a scarecrow sitting there, all covered in lettuce and sour cream. They were frightened, they screamed, and they also rushed to their heels into the forest.

— Where are you? Mashenka shouted after them. It's me, your granddaughter!

Grandma and grandpa stopped, looked around, and their granddaughter really crawled out of the box. They rejoiced. They began to hug, kiss, and call Mashenka a clever girl. Plus, they ate plenty of salad.

cat, rooster and fox

In the forest in a small hut there lived a cat and a rooster. The cat got up early, went hunting, and Petya the cockerel remained to guard the house and take care of the household.

Somehow a cockerel sits on a perch, sings songs. The fox ran past. She heard the cockerel, she liked his song very much. She sat under the window and sang:

Cockerel, cockerel -

golden scallop,

Look out the window -

I have a basket of mushrooms.

And the cockerel answers her:

- Eat your own mushrooms! They feed me well here too!

Lisa continues:

- Petya-cockerel, I listened to your songs. Your voice is clear and clear. I have a business proposal for you. I play the guitar well, and you sing. Let's create an instrumental-vocal ensemble and call it "Petelis". How do you think?

The cockerel thought and thought, and agreed. He looked out the window, and his fox - the scratch-scratch - grabbed and carried him away.

The cockerel was frightened, shouted:

The cat was not far away, heard, rushed after the fox and took the cock from her.

The fox was upset, sitting, crying. She will not have an ensemble, she will not earn money. And the cat consoles her:

- You, fox, better sing and play with the wolf. He's just the right fit for you.

The next day, the cat again went hunting, sternly warning the cockerel not to lean out of the window, not to open the door for anyone. The cockerel did everything around the house, he sits on the perch and sings songs. And the fox is right there. He says to the cockerel in a gentle voice:

- Petya, the cockerel is a golden comb, look out the window, I want to tell you something.

And the cockerel answered her:

I found the fool! The cat forbade me to talk to you. I don't want to look out the window, I feel good here too!

The fox continues to persuade the rooster:

- I decided, Petya, to open a sewing workshop and thought about you. Your beak is sharp, you can quickly make holes for loops with it. Let's make a lot of money! Buy yourself a bag of peas.

The cockerel thought and thought, he liked the fox's offer. He leaned out of the window, and his fox - the scratch-scratch - and carried him into the forest. And so that the cockerel would not cry, she tied his mouth with a handkerchief. He smells a cockerel, his business is bad. He began to rub his beak on the branches. A handkerchief also slept from a beak. The cockerel shouted to the whole forest:

- The fox is carrying me beyond the dark forests, beyond the high mountains! Brother cat, help me out!

The cat, although it was far away, managed to save the cockerel. And for the third time, the fox lured the cockerel with an offer to become a circus artist. The cat did not hear the call of the cockerel, because it was very far away.

The cat returned home, but the cockerel did not. He grieved, grieved, and went to rescue him. First he went to the market, where he bought himself boots, a hat with a feather, and music - a harp. A real musician has become. He came to the fox's house and began to play and sing on the harp:

Drift, nonsense, guselki,

Golden strings.

Are you at home, fox?

Come out, fox!

The fox looked out the window and saw the musician. She was delighted, and sent her daughter Scarecrow to invite her dear guest to the house. The cat entered the fox's house ready to beat the cockerel, but he saw something strange. A cockerel in a beautiful caftan plays the guitar, and the fox dances and waves his handkerchief. The cat was surprised. He began to call the cockerel home. And he says to him:

“I won’t be back, little brother.” The fox and I decided to become itinerant musicians and circus performers. Wow, look at the costumes we've made. Come on and be with us. You already have goose.

The cat thought and thought, and agreed. He was tired of running through the forest, hunting.

Since then, again, the cat and the rooster live together, and the fox no longer shows up to them.

Little Red Riding Hood

Once upon a time there was a little girl in a village, everyone loved her very much. She always wore a red cap that her grandmother gave her. For this, they called her Little Red Riding Hood.

Once my mother baked a pie and sent her daughter with it to her grandmother to find out about her health.

Little Red Riding Hood is walking through the forest, and towards her is a huge Bear. He saw a pie and a pot of butter in Little Red Riding Hood's basket, so he wanted to eat it all! He asks the girl:

— Where are you going, Little Red Riding Hood?

Little Red Riding Hood did not know that it was dangerous to talk to bears in the forest. I took it and told him everything.

- How far does your grandmother live? asks the Bear. “Will you get there with your little feet?”

“My grandmother lives quite far away,” says Little Red Riding Hood. - Over there in that village, behind the mill, in the first house on the edge.

“Let me take you on my own,” suggested the Bear, “only it will be inconvenient for you with a basket, let me carry it myself.”

Little Red Riding Hood agreed, climbed on the backs of the Bear. He sits high, looks far away.

And while the Bear was carrying Little Red Riding Hood to her grandmother's house, he ate both the pie and butter. He left the girl on the path not far from her grandmother's house, while he himself hid in the bushes. He sees a wolf creeping up to the house. He knocks on the door: "Knock knock!"

- Who's there? Grandma asks.

“It’s me, your granddaughter, Little Red Riding Hood,” the Wolf answers in a thin voice. - I came to visit you, I brought a pie and a pot of butter.

“Aha,” the Bear thinks, “something is wrong here!” How did the Wolf find out about the grandmother? He must have overheard our conversation. I'll come closer, look out the window, what the Wolf will do.

The wolf pulled the rope that his grandmother had told him about and opened the door. Just as he was about to swallow his grandmother, the Bear burst through the door.

- Little Red Riding Hood! he growled. — And where is your pie and a pot of butter?!

“Yes, yes, yes,” cried the blind-eyed grandmother, “where is my pie?” My granddaughter always comes with a pie. Did you eat it yourself? I am very upset. Stand in a corner and think about your behavior!

The wolf was taken aback by this turn of events. Just then, the real Little Red Riding Hood knocked on the door. Wolf rushed into the closet and hid there in a corner. The Bear, instead of the Wolf, lay down in his grandmother's bed. The poor old woman rolled off the bed onto the floor, and remained there lying on the rug.

Little Red Riding Hood knocked: “Knock knock!”

Little Red Riding Hood thought Grandmother had caught a cold. She pulled the string, as her grandmother told her, and entered the house. Only then did she notice that in her hands there was no basket with a pie and butter.

- Horrible! thought Little Red Riding Hood. What am I going to feed grandma?

She saw a crust of bread and an empty pot on her grandmother's table, took them and gave them to her grandmother. She did not even notice that instead of her grandmother, the Bear was lying in bed.

Little Red Riding Hood also lay down in her grandmother's bed. With her small fingers, she began to poke the Bear first in the nose, then in the eyes, then in the mouth, then in the ears, surprised that they were so big and furry. The bear endured, endured, and how it sneezes. The glasses fell from my eyes. Then the girl saw small, black bear eyes and screamed:

- What is it, Mishka, are you doing in my grandmother's bed? What, did you eat it? You are a real liar! I told you everything, and you took advantage of it!

- Am I a liar? Bear was outraged. - And who slipped me a stale crust of bread and an empty pot? Are not you ashamed? You are the real liar!

At this time, hunters were walking past the house. They heard an animal roar, quickly ran into the house and aimed their guns at the bed where the Bear and Little Red Riding Hood were lying.

- Hands up! they shouted. - Who ate grandma? Confess!

- It's not me! - said the Bear.

- It's not me! said Little Red Riding Hood.

“Better kill the Wolf, who is sitting in the closet,” the Bear boomed.

The wolf heard that they wanted to kill him, and how he rushed out of the closet to the door. Knocked down the hunters. And then the grandmother woke up, crawled out from under the bed and screamed:

“Who here wanted to eat me?!

The hunters fainted with fright. They thought that the grandmother was in the Wolf's stomach. I had to take them out into the fresh air.

Grandmother, for joy, baked a whole basin of pies. So the Bear ate and took more with him. And Little Red Riding Hood didn't talk to anyone else in the forest.

Kolobok

There lived an old man and an old woman. Once the old man asked him to bake a kolobok. The old people were poor. But the old woman broomed the barn, scraped the barrels, scooped up two handfuls of flour, kneaded the dough with sour cream, rolled up a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to bake under the sun.

The bun was baked, covered with a ruddy crust. He looked at himself in the window pane as in a mirror, he liked himself. “We should see the world and show ourselves!” he thought.

The bun 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 there through the gate, further and further.

A bun rolls along the road, and a hare meets it:

As luck would have it, the grandmother forgot to cut the mouth of the kolobok. He cannot speak. With the eyes of a hare, this way and that, he shows that he cuts his mouth, but the hare cannot understand.

- Come on, you're kind of strange! Maybe I'll get rabies from you! - the hare pushed the bun. The gingerbread man fell on a knot of a stick lying on the road. The bitch poked a hole in the kolobok just where the mouth should be.

"What are you doing, hare!" yelled the bun.

The hare even jumped in surprise. He has never seen talking koloboks. He jumped back to a safe distance and closed his eyes just in case.

- Do not eat me, oblique, but rather listen to what song I will sing to you. The hare opened his eyes and raised his ears, and the gingerbread man sang:

I'm a bun, a bun!

By the barn methen,

Scraped by the bottom of the barrel,

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.

“You don’t eat well,” the hare remarked mockingly, “what else can you do?”

- I can do everything! I am the bravest! The most skillful! The best! - the bun replied cockily.

- Well, - the hare suggested with some distrust, - since you are the most courageous, I will be friends with you. You will protect me from the fox and the wolf.

— Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man! I will eat you!

The hare, from fright, huddled under a bush, sits and trembles. And the gingerbread man complains to the wolf:

- I'm an unfortunate cripple! There you have arms and legs, you can press me with your paws, and eat me. I don't have arms or legs. I can’t eat, jump, run and walk too. I can only roll. It hurts my head all day long. Have pity on me, unhappy, blind my arms and legs!

The wolf was surprised, he did not even know what to say.

“Some strange bun. I won’t, perhaps, eat it, ”the wolf thought, and said aloud:

- Okay, I'll help you. I am a good wolf, I feel sorry for everyone.

“And I’ll sing a song for you,” the bun suggested and sang his song about how he was kneaded and fried.

- Oh, oh, don't sing! the wolf pleaded. “You have absolutely no hearing!

The wolf molded a kolobok of handles and legs from clay, stuck them on and put the kolobok in the sun so that the clay would dry faster. Of course, the wolf did not notice the hare. That was not what he was busy with. The hare liked it very much, and he decided that the gingerbread man was really brave. And the wolf rather retreated from the crazy kolobok.

— Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man! I will eat you!

“I won’t sing to you,” the bun answers, “the wolf said that I have no hearing.” I can dance, now I have legs.

“So be it, dance,” the bear agreed, “it’s so boring in the forest.”

The bun began to dance. He just didn't know how to do it.

From embarrassment, he staggered and fell right into a puddle.

- Well, - roared the bear, - ruined the whole dinner! Who needs you now such a handsome man!

The bear left, and the bun, wet and dirty, remained lying on the path. The hare from behind the bush saw that the bear had not eaten the bun, he believed even more that the bun was brave. The ruddy crust of the kolobok softened, it was all smeared with mud. Fu, how ugly he became! And besides, clay handles and legs came unstuck from the kolobok in the water. The hare decided to help a friend. He took it to the river, washed off all the dirt and laid it to dry in the breeze. The gingerbread man has dried up - there is no former gloss, but at least it is not dirty.

— Hello, kolobok! Why do you look so unimportant? What happened to you?

Kolobok fox told about his adventures and sang a song, and danced a break dance without legs. And the fox listens and licks his lips. She had not eaten for a long time, she even agreed to a dirty little bun.

But then a hare jumped out from behind the bushes. He believed in the courage of the kolobok so much that he decided to show off his courage in front of the fox. And the fox, seeing the hare, immediately forgot about the bun. In one jump, she was near the braggart and dragged him into the forest.

The bun was left alone. He became very sad. He lies on the path and cries. And here, next to me, my grandfather and grandmother were picking mushrooms. They heard that someone was crying and rushed to help. They saw the kolobok, they rejoiced. They took him home, put him in order and healed together all together.

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. Grandfather's back ached, sweat rolled down his face, his shirt was soaked all over. And the turnip sits in the ground, its tail caught on a large stone and chuckles at its grandfather:

- Where are you, grandfather, to pull me out! What a birth I am! And you have no strength at all.

The grandfather was offended by the turnip and called the grandmother for help. Grandmother for grandfather, grandfather for turnip: they pull, they pull, they can’t pull it out. And the turnip just laughs:

— Xa-xa-xa! Oh, scream, now I'm going to crack from laughter! Grandfather, are you out of your mind - you called the old grandmother! She doesn't have any strength at all. While you are dragging me, I will still grow up and will continue to live in the earth.

The grandfather got angry at the turnip.

“Well, okay,” he says, “you don’t know me yet!” Then you will regret that you mocked us!

Grandfather called for help immediately granddaughter, Bug, cat and mouse. And they are small, small, smaller. Grandfather rolled up his sleeves, drank kvass for strength and grabbed a turnip. They began to pull the turnip. A mouse for a cat, a cat for a bug, a bug for a granddaughter, a granddaughter for a grandmother, a grandmother for a grandfather, a grandfather for a turnip: they pull, they pull, but they can’t pull it out - the stone in the ground interferes.

But then, fortunately for the grandfather, a neighbor came to visit them - young and strong. He saw upset neighbors, decided to help them. He took a shovel and tucked a stone, which the tail of the turnip was holding. The whole turnip fell out of the ground.

Everyone here was delighted, grandmother's pancakes with sour cream went to eat. And the harmful turnip was put in a dark and cold underground to think about her behavior. True, porridge in winter from that turnip was very tasty!

Cockerel and bean seed

There lived a cockerel and a hen. The cockerel is in a hurry, everything is 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, give butter as soon as possible, lubricate the cockerel's neck: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.

The mistress was frightened, she sent the hen to milk the cow as soon as possible, so that she would give milk for butter. A hen ran to the barn, but she does not know how to milk a cow. She began to pull the udder with her wings, but only angered the cow.

The hen sits and cries from impotence. But just then the owner's cat entered the barn. He has soft paws. He stroked the cow's udder with his velvet paws, and milk poured out of the papillae. But the trouble is that the owner did not feed the cow! There is very little milk, you can’t get butter from it.

The chicken ran 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.

“I don’t have time to walk through the meadows now, mow the grass. I already have a lot of work to do, let the cow herself go to the meadow and chew the grass there.

The hen returned to the cow and let her out of the cowshed into the meadow. But she forgot to tie the cow to the peg. The cow nibbled grass, nibbling, and went far from home, straight to the forest. And in this forest lived a hungry wolf. He saw a cow from behind the bushes, was delighted:

“Aha,” he shouts, “the prey came to me by itself!” Now I'll eat you!

“Don’t eat me, gray wolf,” the cow pleaded, “I’d rather sing a song for you:

I am a cow, cow

I give a lot of milk

I feed everyone with milk

And with his cool side.

The rooster must save

Don't get in the way.

Otherwise, the cockerel will die,

The song will no longer be sung.

The wolf in his soul was kind, he was imbued with the grief of the cockerel, he did not eat the cow. I drank a little fresh, lukewarm milk and ran into my forest to catch hares.

The wolf ran away, but another problem arose - there was little grass in the meadow, it was a dry summer. The cow returned from the pasture, but she didn’t eat enough grass, so that there was a lot of milk.

The hen ran to the blacksmith for a scythe.

- 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. He went to the forest clearing, where the sun had not burned the grass, and mowed down a lot of fresh, fragrant grass for the cow. She finally ate and gave a whole bucket of milk. The hostess whipped up the butter and gave it to the hen.

The hen rushed to the cockerel to grease his neck with oil, and he sits on the perch and sings. The chicken was surprised. She tried so hard to help the cockerel, but no help was needed. The chicken ran for a long time. By this time, the cockerel would have died long ago. Fortunately for him, the old dog Barbos passed by. He saw a panting cockerel, pressed hard on his chest, a bean seed and jumped out. I had to give the butter chicken in gratitude to Barbos. He licked it with pleasure.

Fox, hare and rooster

Once upon a time there lived a fox and a hare. The fox had an icy hut, and the bunny had a bast. Spring has come - the fox's hut has stood as it is, and the hare's all squinted.

The hare came to the fox to ask to live:

- Let me in, fox, into your ice house, otherwise mine is in disrepair.

The fox let the bunny in, and he is glad. He dragged all his furniture, food, clothes and other household items to the fox. In the house of the fox, it became quite crowded, he couldn’t turn around, he couldn’t turn around. The fox became sad, went outside to get some air, and the dogs met her:

- Why are you sad, fox?

“Don’t cry, bunny,” the dogs say, “we will drive out the fox.”

The fox looked at the dogs as if they were crazy, twirled her finger at her temple, and went off to mourn again. And the dogs looked into the fox's house - there really were a lot of unnecessary things. But it got warmer. The dogs also decided to stay in the fox house to live. The rabbit didn't mind at all. He treated everyone to tea with bagels.

A fox is walking, sad, and a bear is meeting her:

“What are you crying about, bunny?”

The fox looked around, but did not see the hare. She thought that the bear was mistaken, and began to complain to him:

How can I not be sad! I let a bunny into my house to live, and he littered the whole house, I couldn’t get through or drive through. I don't know what to do now.

“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the bear, “I will drive the fox out of your house.”

The fox was surprised, she decided that everyone around had gone crazy. Went away from the bear. And the bear looked into the ice house of the fox and found a pleasant company there, drinking tea with bagels. I saw a bear on the table with a jar of honey and immediately forgot about everything. Somehow he climbed into the house and sat down at the table. The hare poured tea for him too.

A fox is walking, sad, and a rooster with a scythe is walking towards her. Fox asks:

- What are you, fox, sad? Why are you shedding tears?

The fox was delighted that they did not call her a hare, and began to complain to the rooster:

How can I not be sad! I let a bunny into my house to live, and he littered the whole house, I couldn’t get through or drive through. I don't know what to do now.

The rooster did not promise the fox to drive the hare out. He offered her to renovate his bast house.

“Your house, fox, will soon melt, and a house made of wood will stand for a long time,” advised the rooster.

And so they did. Hired workers - joiners and carpenters. They renovated the hare's house. It became like new, with carved platbands, a high chimney. Imperceptibly at night, the fox moved into the hare's house and closed it with strong locks. In the morning the rooster went to the fox's house and sang:

— Ku-ka-re-ku! I carry a scythe on my shoulders, I want to cut the fox! Get out, fox, get out!

The inhabitants of the ice house were surprised at this behavior of the rooster, they poured everything out into the street. And the sun is already scorching in the morning. The ice house of the fox began to melt before our eyes. All the hare's things ended up in a huge puddle. Since then, the rooster has lived together with the fox in a wooden house. They didn't let anyone in anymore.

ugly duck

By the water, under the burdocks, a duck was sitting on its eggs. One fine morning, the shells cracked, and yellow ducklings appeared. And from an egg that looked like a turkey, a huge ugly chick fell out.

The next day, the duck took the chicks to the store to pick up clothes. All the clothes fit, except for the biggest duckling. The duck mother took her children to a disco to introduce them to all the birds.

Various birds had fun at the disco: chickens, roosters, geese, turkeys. They danced and showed off their outfits.

The birds liked the ducklings, except for one - the largest and ugliest. They started pushing him, pecking, pinching, mocking him. The duckling was so scared that he ran away from the disco.

A duckling found himself in a swamp. And then, as the Waterman emerges from the water, and how he sings his song! The duckling was almost deaf, and the Waterman was frightened. He barely escaped from the swamp and by nightfall he ran to the poor hut in which the robbers lived.

When the robbers saw the duckling, they were delighted - dinner itself came into their hands. They kindled the hearth and began to catch the duckling. And he even took off from fear, although before that he did not know how to fly. He flew out the open window, and an airship met him. He flew at him, and was like that. The airship landed on the lake.

Winter has already passed, spring has come, everything around has blossomed. During this time, the ugly duckling also grew up.

Once on the lake he saw handsome swans and swam towards them. The ugly duckling thought those beautiful birds would peck him too, but they invited him to a picnic in the reeds. The picnic was a success. After that, the swans invited the ugly duckling to their snow-white palace on the clouds. There were many mirrors in the palace. The ugly duckling did not dare to look into them for a long time. But then he raised his head and opened his eyes - a beautiful swan was reflected in the mirror in front of him.

- Wow! exclaimed the former ugly duckling. "I look like a prince!" Why didn't I look in the mirror for so long?! Don't rely on other people's opinions, look at yourself.

Teremok

Stands in the field Teremok.

A mouse runs past. I saw the tower, stopped and asked:

- Teremok-teremok! Who lives in the house?

Nobody responds.

The mouse entered the tower and began to live in it.

A horse jumped up to the tower and asked:

- I'm a fat hamster! And who are you?

- And I'm a horse - the fur is smooth.

- Roll me, - says the hamster - a fat barrel. - If you ride, I'll let you live in the teremok.

The horse of the hamster rode, and the hamster let her into the house. They began to live together. Closely for a horse in a teremka. Good thing she was a pony.

Runaway bunny runs past. He jumped up to the very roof and asked:

- Teremok-teremok! Who lives in the terem?

- I'm a mouse-norushka!

- I'm a frog. And who are you?

- I'm a runaway bunny.

- Come live with us!

- Stop, stop! - shouted the hamster - a thick barrel and a horse - the fur is smooth. - What mouse-norushka? What frog is a frog? We don't know these. They do not live with us. You do not cling to our teremok. Go to your house.

- Do not believe them, bunny, - said the mouse and the frog, - we live in the tower. And in order not to quarrel, let's all live together in a tower.

And so they began to live together.

Then a fox-sister came to the tower. The inhabitants of the teremka also sheltered her.

After the chanterelle-sister, a top came running - a gray barrel. And somehow they managed to shove him into the teremok.

And the teremok was not simple. The more inhabitants it became, the larger the tower became. It swelled up like rubber. During the night, new rooms, corridors, verandas appeared in it. So there was enough space for all the animals.

It's fun to live in a teremka. The food is prepared by a self-assembled tablecloth, the floor is swept by an electric broom. A mouse and a frog play on a tablet. A horse with a hamster suits the races. A chanterelle with a spinning top is molded from clay cockerels and hens.

Suddenly a clumsy bear walks by. I saw an elephant, what fun in the tower, I wanted to have fun too.

As the elephant trumpeted:

- Teremok-teremok! Who lives in the tower?

- I'm a mouse.

- I'm a frog.

- I, the horse - the coat is smooth.

- I, a hamster - a fat barrel.

- I'm a fox-sister.

- I, the top - a gray barrel.

- And who are you?

“Don't you see who I am?

“No, we don’t,” the animals answered in unison, “we only see your fat legs from the window.” They are like piles. Are you our new home?

- Well, that's an interesting idea! the elephant exclaimed.

He took the teremok with his trunk and put it on his back. Since then, all the inhabitants of the tower have traveled around the world with the elephant.

Zimovye

They thought up a bull, a ram, a pig, a cat and a rooster to live in the forest.

Good in the winter in the forest, at ease! Plenty of grass for a bull and a ram, a cat catches mice, a rooster gathers fruits, pecks worms, a pig under the trees digs roots and acorns. It was only bad for friends if it snowed.

So the summer passed, spring came, it began to get colder in the forest. The bull came to his senses first. He began to gather friends and invite them to build a winter hut. Friends knew how cold it can be in winter, so they agreed to the bull's offer.

The bull carried logs from the forest, the ram tore wood chips, the pig kneaded clay and made bricks for the stove, the cat dragged moss and caulked the walls.

The rooster looked at how friends were working, he did not like it. He flew to the village, rented a car with a crane there, brought large but light bricks of beaten concrete and quickly built a large house out of them.

And the bull, the ram, the pig and the cat chose a drier place in the forest, cut down the hut, laid down the stove, caulked the walls, covered the roof. Prepared supplies and firewood for the winter.

They did not even see the house that the rooster built. They remembered about him when the winter hut was already built. Let's go look for a friend. We only found a house. And the rooster at this time lies in the lair, sucks its paw and spits at the ceiling. The friends of the rooster searched and searched, but they never found it.

Summer has come, frosts have cracked. Friends in the winter quarters are warm. But the trouble is, the wolves found out about the winter hut. What to do?

Friends decided to go to the rooster to ask for help. They set traps for the wolves in the winter hut, and they themselves went to the brick house of the rooster. They came to the house, but then they only noticed that it had no doors, no windows, no stove. How to live in it?

And at this time the wolves came to the winter quarters. They entered it, and fell into traps. They began to swear and howl in pain. So with traps they ran into the forest.

The animals heard the howl of wolves, they understood what was happening. They returned to their winter hut, and there the wolves were gone. Only the cockerel sits on the stove and warms the legs.

Friends sheltered a cockerel who froze in a den. He doesn't have a bear skin. So friends began to live in two houses - in one in the summer, and in the other in the winter.

Two greedy bear cubs

On the other side of the glass mountains, beyond the silken meadow, stood an untravelled, unprecedented dense forest. In this forest, in its very thicket, lived an old bear. She had two sons. When the cubs grew up, they decided that they would go around the world in search of happiness.

They said goodbye to their mother, and the mother ordered them never to part with each other, to quarrel and fight.

The cubs were surprised at the order of the mother bear, but they set off. They walked, walked ... They all ran out of supplies. The cubs are hungry.

“Let’s fight,” the younger brother suggested to the older one, “maybe this will help us find some food.”

“Maybe we should fight first?” the elder brother asked uncertainly. “I don’t want to fight right away. Come on, brother, let's just growl at each other.

The cubs growled at each other, so hungry, and went on.

So they all walked and walked and suddenly found a big round head of cheese. The hunter dropped her the day before. The bear cubs sniffed the head of cheese - it smells nice. But the brothers had never eaten cheese before and did not know what it tasted like.

“Maybe someone lost his head?” the younger brother suggested.

“It smells good, even if it’s someone’s head,” said the older brother.

"Brother, let's take a bite," he suggested hesitantly.

The cubs broke off a small piece of cheese with their claws and tasted it. The cheese was very tasty.

“We need to split the head in half so that no one is offended,” one of the brothers suggested.

The cubs began to divide the head of cheese in half, but failed to do so. So they wanted the other to get a bigger piece.

The brothers were upset that they did not succeed. They sat down and cried. I really wanted to eat.

Then a fox approached the cubs.

“What are you arguing about, young people? she asked.

The cubs told her about their trouble. Lisa offered them her

cheese sharing services. The cubs were delighted at first, but then became thoughtful. They did not want to split the head of cheese evenly. Each of them wanted the larger piece to go to their brother. However, they themselves could not divide the cheese like that. I had to give the head into the hands of the fox.

The fox took the cheese and broke it into two pieces. But she split the head so that one piece - it was even visible to the eye - was larger than the other.

The cubs jumped for joy and shouted:

- How amazing! You divided the cheese the way we wanted!

Lisa was very surprised. She twisted her index finger at her temple, indicating that the cubs had gone crazy, and ran into the forest.

The older brother gave the younger a large piece and said:

“Eat, baby, to get big and strong.” And after we eat, we can fight, as our mother advised us.

Zayushkina hut

Once upon a time there lived a fox and a hare. The fox had an icy hut, and the hare had a bast hut.

Spring came, the bunny's hut melted, and the fox's hut remained intact.

There was nowhere for the bunny to live, he asked the fox for the night. The fox let him go, took pity, and she herself conceived something bad. She really liked to feast on hare.

The bunny went for a walk. She goes and cries. Running past the dog

— Tyaf-tyaf-tyaf! What are you crying about, baby?

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, but she kicked me out.

The dogs believed the bunny and went to drive the fox out of his house. They began to drive the fox away, and the fox went out onto the porch and said:

“Dogs, are you blind? Don't you see that I live in an ice house? Everything is already frozen. There is a hare walking around in the sun, and I am preparing dinner for him.

The dogs shrugged their shoulders and ran away.

Again the bunny sits and cries. A wolf is walking by. He felt sorry for the bunny. He also decided to protect him from the insidious fox. He ran to the fox's house and began to howl terribly.

The fox ran out of the house and began to scold the wolf:

- Why are you all pestering me? What do you want from me? I didn’t drive the hare out, I didn’t occupy his house. The only thing is that I wanted to eat it, and I didn’t.

The wolf was surprised at such speeches, believed the fox, did not drive her out of the house.

Here the hare sits and cries again. A bear walks past

- 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, but she kicked me out.

“I heard about your grief,” says the bear, “I recently saw a wolf. But I don’t understand how your bast hut melted? Why do you live with the fox in the ice? She can eat you.

The bunny realized that there would be no sense from the bear, turned away from him and began to cry again. Just then a rooster passed by. He felt sorry for the crying bunny. He decided to help him. He went with the bunny to the fox's house and began to shout:

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 at that time was already sitting in the house with the wolf and the bear, waiting for the return of the bunny so that they could all eat it together. Heard a rooster, was delighted. Now cabbage soup will become even richer.

The fox came out onto the porch and affably said:

- What are you, cockerel, so angry? Come into the house. You will be a guest. And take the bunny with you, enough for him to walk already. Time to have lunch.

The rooster was surprised by the friendly speeches of the fox, he succumbed to persuasion, and he entered the house. Since then, no one has seen the cockerel.

And the bunny watched everything that happened because of the bushes. He realized what could happen to him, and fled into the forest.

"I'll never live with a fox again," he thought, "I'd rather stay in the forest and dig a mink for myself." Rely on your friends, but don't make a mistake yourself.

Snow Maiden

There lived an old man and an old woman. They lived well, together. Everything was fine, but one grief - they had no children.

Now the snowy summer has come, snowdrifts have piled up to the waist. The children went out to dance in the meadow to drive and play ball. And the old people from the window look at the winter games of children, but they think about their grief.

- And what, old woman, - says the old man, - let's make ourselves a daughter out of sand.

“Come on,” the old woman says.

The old men went to the river bank, raked up more river sand, mixed it with clay, and made a Snow Maiden. The Snow Maiden's lips turned pink, her eyes opened. The girl nodded her head, moved her arms and legs. She shook off the rest of the water and became a living girl.

The Snow Maiden began to live with the old people, love them, help them in everything. In the summer it was good, the river flowed nearby. There was enough clay and sand, and the body had to be moistened periodically so that it would not dry out and crumble. The Snow Maiden often went to the river, moistened herself with water and smeared herself with fresh clay.

Winter has come. From the frost, the Snow Maiden became like a stone. The water droplets turned into ice. The children went sledding down the mountain, and called the Snow Maiden with them.

She became sad.

- What about you, daughter? the old people ask. - Why are you so unhappy? Or got sick?

“Nothing, father, nothing, mother, I am healthy,” the Snow Maiden answers them.

- Go have some fun with your friends! the old men persuaded their daughter.

The Snow Maiden went down the hill to ride, and the hill was steep. The Snow Maiden fell from the sleigh, and crumbled. The girlfriends looked, and instead of the Snow Maiden there was a pile of clay and sand.

The old people grieved, grieved, and decided to make another Snow Maiden out of snow for the next winter.

Straw, coal and bean

Once upon a time there lived an old woman. The old woman went to the garden, collected a whole dish of beans and decided to cook them.

“Here,” he thinks, “I’ll boil the beans and have lunch.”

She kindled the stove and, in order to make the fire flare up better, she threw a bundle of straw into the furnace. And then she began to pour beans into the pot.

This is where it all started. When she put straw into the oven, one straw fell on the floor, and when she began to pour beans, one bean picked up and fell.

Fell and lies next to the straw. Next to them was an ember that jumped out of a red-hot furnace. Bob, straw and ember were glad to be alive. The straw - that it was not boiled, the bean - that it was not burned in the oven, the coal - that it did not become ash. They decided to go on a trip.

They walked for a long time and came to a stream. They began to think how to get over it.

Bob was the first to offer his services. He decided to try himself as a bridge. He threw himself across the stream, and the straw ran along it. Runs and tickles the bean belly. Bob was very ticklish. First he giggled, then he laughed, then he began to laugh so that he fell into the water from laughter. It's good that the straw managed to run across to the other side.

The bean lies in the stream, swells. The straw cries to the coal:

We need to get our friend out of the water! Get in the water soon. I can't dive myself, very light.

And the ember in response:

-I can not hear you. You jump across the stream, and I will follow you to your side. Then we'll talk.

A straw spread from shore to shore, an ember ran along it. Runs like a bridge.

He ran to the middle, he hears - splashing water below. He became afraid, he stopped and shouted:

Bob, where are you? Are you drowned or are you still alive? Should I save you or not?

And the bean at the bottom of the stream only blows bubbles and swells.

While the bean stood and screamed, the straw caught fire from it, broke into two parts and flew into the stream. The ember also fell into the water.

All friends met at the bottom of the stream. They lie down and look at each other. Then a peasant came up to the stream. He saw a bean in the stream, pulled it out, saying:

- Nice bean! Already swollen. Good for porridge.

“It would be better if I burst from laughter and sewed me up with black thread,” thought the bean.

As soon as the peasant left, the boy appeared. He was looking for something in the stream. I saw an extinct coal, picked it up from the bottom and thought:

"ABOUT! It's probably coal. He has been here for hundreds of years. Such an ancient find! I'll take the ember to my collection. And if anything, I’ll throw it in the oven. ”

I don't want to go back to the oven! shouted the ember. But no one heard him.

The straw remained alone. She got wet and heavy. She was very lonely alone at the bottom of the stream. She wanted to cry, but there was already a lot of water around. A horse came up to the stream. She drank plenty of water and suddenly saw a straw at the bottom of the stream.

- Great! neighed the horse. Now I can drink water through a straw!

She took a straw in her mouth, pressed it between her teeth and began to draw water through it.

“It turns out being the last one isn’t so bad!” Straw thought. But at this time the horse had already drunk water and chewed the straw.

Since then, all beans have a black seam in the middle.

Spikelet

Once upon a time there were two mice, Cool and Vert, and a cockerel Vociferous Neck. The mice only did what they sang and danced, spinning and spinning. And the cockerel rose a little light, at first he woke everyone up with a song, and then set to work.

Once a cockerel found a wheat ear in the yard. He was delighted, called the mice to him.

- Cool, Vert, look what spikelet I found. From it you can grind grains, grind flour, knead dough and bake pies. And who will do it?

- Of course we are! the mice answered cheerfully.

They took the spikelet from the cockerel, but did nothing, they only threshed the grains from the spikelet and threw them into the field so that the cockerel would not find it.

All day long they played bast shoes and leapfrog, had fun.

Evening came. The cockerel went to see how the mice coped with the task. And the mice sing songs and dance.

Where are your pies? asked the cockerel.

“Ah, we don’t have any pies,” the mice answered in unison, “A crow took our spikelet.”

"Well," said the cockerel mournfully, "you'll have to go to bed hungry."

The mice went to bed hungry, and the cockerel took out pies from the oven, which he baked himself, and sits drinking tea with them. The mice did not know that the cockerel found not one, but two spikelets of wheat. He wanted to surprise the mice, but realized that they had been idle all day. There is no reason to treat such loafers and lazy people with pies!

Some time passed, and strange shoots began to appear on the field. These are wheat grains sprouted. When the wheat began to sprout, the cockerel was completely bewildered. Where did she come from? From each grain grew a spikelet with many grains.

The mice also noticed the wheat field. They understood where the spikelets on the field came from. At night, so that the cockerel would not see them, they collected all the spikelets, ground them and took the grain to the mill.

The cockerel got up in the morning, but there was no wheat in the field. The cockerel sat down and cried.

Then the mice approached him. Behind them they pulled a cart with a large bag of flour. The rooster was surprised. And the mice said:

- Don't cry, chick! We wanted to surprise you. Now all together we can bake pies for the whole year. We don't want to be lazy anymore.

Fox with a rolling pin

The fox walked along the path, found a rock. She got up and moved on. She came to the village and knocked on the hut: “Knock-knock-knock!”

- Who's there?

- I, fox-sister! Let's sleep over!

- We are cramped without you.

- Yes, I will not press you: I myself will lie down on the bench, the tail under the bench, the rolling pin under the stove.

They let her in. And early in the morning she burned her rolling pin in the oven and blamed the owners for everything. I began to ask for a chicken for a rolling pin.

The owners understood that the fox wanted to deceive them, they decided to teach her a lesson. They put a stone in her knapsack instead of a chicken, and they sent her out of the house.

The fox took a knapsack, goes and sings:

The fox walked along the path,

Found a rock.

She took a duck by the rock.

She came to another village and again asked for an overnight stay. They let her in.

But the bad news about the liar fox had already spread throughout the area. The owners decided to catch the liar. The fox got up early in the morning to eat the chicken. And in the morning it is still dark in the hut. The fox climbed into the knapsack to pull out the chicken. She pulled it out and clenched it with her teeth.

- Oh oh oh! the fox screamed. - How painful!

Immediately, the light turned on. The owners stood ready, spying on the fox. They did not expect her cry.

“What did you throw me instead of a chicken?” the fox yelled. I broke all my teeth! Only two left! How am I going to eat meat now?

The owners failed to convict the fox, they had to give the goose. Only here the owners came up with a trick. They put the goose with the fox in a knapsack so that she could see. And then they said to the fox:

“Lisonka, don’t be offended by us. Let's go, we'll treat you to the path with honey.

And the fox loved sweets. I didn’t refuse honey, but I didn’t think of taking a knapsack with me. While the fox was licking the honey, the owners put a piece of iron in her knapsack instead of a goose.

The fox took a goose, goes and lisps:

The fox walked along the path,

Found a rock.

I took a chicken by the rock,

I took a goose for a chicken!

She came to the third village and began to ask for a lodging for the night. They let her in too.

The fox climbed early in the morning to eat the goose, but broke off the last teeth on the iron.

He says something to the owners, shows with his hands, is indignant, and they pretend that they do not understand. They released a dog on the deceiver-fox.

How the dog growls! The fox was frightened, threw the knapsack and ran away ...

And the dog is behind her. The fox no longer walked around the villages, did not deceive people.

Let's switch necks! - offered the piglet Button to the giraffe Dolgovyazik.

I'll give you mine, and you give me yours.

Why do you want my neck? asked the giraffe.

Useful - answered the piglet. - With a long neck, dictation in the lesson is easier to write off.

Why else?

And you can see everything in the cinema from any place.

Well, what else?

You can get apples on tall trees.

Uh, no! - said Dolgovyazik.

Such a wonderful neck will come in handy for me!

Fairy tale "Cat-fisherman"

Somehow the Cat went to the river to catch fish and met the Fox at the very edge. The Fox waved her fluffy tail and said in a honeyed voice:

Hello, kum-kumanyok, fluffy cat! I see you are going to fish?

Yes, I want to bring fish to my kittens.

The fox lowered her eyes and asked very quietly:

Maybe you can treat me to a fish too? And it's all chickens and ducks.

Cat chuckled.

So be it. I'll give you the first fish.

I don't know how to thank you.

My first fish, my first fish!

And then, from behind the trunk of a shaggy spruce, a large shaggy Gray Wolf came out to meet them.

Hello, brother! Wolf croaked. - Do you go fishing?

Yes, I want kittens

Well, will you throw some fish to me, brother? And then all goats and sheep, goats and rams I would like something postnenko!

Cat chuckled.

OK. The first fish is for Fox, and the second is for you!

Well done brother! Thank you!

And my second! And my second!

Suddenly a Bear came out of the thicket. I saw a cat with a fishing rod, how he roared:

Hey son! Are you fishing?

I want kittens.

Listen, son, can't you give me, an old man, a fish? I love fish to death! And then all the bulls and cows with horns and hooves.

The cat grinned in his mustache, says:

I promised the first fish to the Fox, the second to the Wolf, and there will be a third for you.

Let the third, only to the biggest!

The Cat is walking ahead, the Fox is running after him, the Wolf is sneaking behind the Fox, and the Bear is stomping behind everyone.

The first fish - chur, mine! - fox whispers.

And the second - mine - Wolf mutters.

And the third one is mine! - Bear growls.

So they all came to the river. The cat took off the bag, put a bucket next to it, and began to unwind the fishing rod. The Fox, the Wolf and the Bear have settled down in the bushes nearby: they are waiting for their share of the catch.

He planted the Cat on the hook of a worm, threw a fishing rod, sat down comfortably and stared at the float. Buddies in the bushes also keep their eyes on the float. Are waiting.

Fox whispers:

Catch, fish, big and small.

And suddenly the float trembled. Lisa gasped.

Ah, my fish are biting!

The float on the water danced and jumped; circles ran from him in all directions.

Pull! Pull! Get my fish! Lisa screamed. The cat was frightened - pulled. The fish flashed silver and with a splash went under the water.

Broke! Wolf croaked. - Hurry up, stupid, raised a cry. Well, now it's my turn! Mine won't break!

The Cat planted a new worm on the hook and threw the bait again. The wolf rubs its paws and says:

Catch, fish, big and big. Catch.

Just then the float shuddered and went for a walk on the water. The cat has already taken the rod in its paw.

Don't pull! Wolf growls. - Let the fish hold on tight.

The cat let go of the fishing rod, and the float suddenly stopped immediately.

Here now drag! Wolf commanded.

The cat pulled the fishing rod - at the end of the fishing line, a bare hook dangles.

Wait, - Lisa giggled. - Your fish ate the whole worm!

The cat planted a new worm on the hook and cast the bait for the third time.

Well, it's quiet now! - barked the Bear. - If you scare away my fish - I'll tell you! .. Here it is !!!

The float all went under the water, the fishing line stretched like a string: it is about to break.

Ho-ho! - the Bear rejoices. - That's mine! As punished, the biggest!

The cat is barely holding on to the shore: a fish, just look, it will be dragged into the water. Now a terrible, mustachioed muzzle has already appeared from the water. That's so catfish!

I'm the first, this is mine!.. I won't let you!!! - suddenly shrieked the Fox and rushed into the river.

No-o-o-o, you're being naughty. Mine will! - the Wolf growled and dived after the Fox. The bear on the shore roars at the top of his lungs:

Robbed! .. Robbers! ..

And in the water there is already a battle going on: the Wolf and the Fox are pulling out fish from each other. The bear did not think for a long time and, with a run, also flopped into the water.

The water in the river boils like a cauldron. Every now and then someone's head pops up: either a fox, or a wolf, or a bear. Why they fight is unknown. The fish have long since gone.

The Cat grinned in his mustache, wound up his fishing rod and went to look for another place, where it was quieter.

Fairy tale "The rabbit who was not afraid of anyone"

Glory comes when you don't expect it. So she came to the gray rabbit Kocheryzhka, who one day became famous. That day, the rabbit Kocheryzhka met the Bear in the forest.

This is my t-r-ropinka! - muttered the Bear, wanting to jokingly scare the rabbit. But Kocheryzhka didn’t even move his ear, greeted him and walked by, as if nothing had happened.

The bear was even taken aback by surprise. On that day, Stumpy Rabbit ran into Tiger on a suspension bridge.

Here I'll show you! - the Tiger pounced on the rabbit.

But Rabbit Kocheryka was not at all frightened. He only asked:

Is that what you said?

On that day, the rabbit Kocheryzhka accidentally stepped on the paw of the Lion himself.

I'll crush you, krrrolchishka, in porrrroshok! Lev growled angrily.

Then he raised his hat, bowed, and moved on. The tiger was even taken aback by such unheard-of insolence.

Glad to see you, - said Kocheryzhka, smiled and patted the dumbfounded Lion on the back.

All this was seen and heard by Eita's parrot and blabbed everywhere. Then animals and birds began to praise in every way the rabbit Kocheryzhka, who is not afraid of anyone. No wonder they say that glory has wings. Kocheryzhka was just approaching his house, and fame was already waiting for the hero on his own street.

Well done! You're just great, Stump! - the donkey Alphabet rushed towards him.

We have already renamed our Cabbage Street. It is now called "Rabbit Kocheryzhka Street".

Wait! What are you saying? I hear nothing. Ah, I remembered! After all, yesterday I plugged my ears with cotton, because the music behind the wall prevented me from sleeping.

And the rabbit took the cotton out of his ears.

Now, it's a completely different thing, I hear everything again. So what happened here? - he turned to the surprised donkey.

And then the Alphabet donkey understood why his friend Kocheryzhka was not afraid of either the Bear, or the Tiger, or even the Lion himself. He simply did not hear their terrible threats. Or maybe he heard and was not afraid? Who knows? But the street was not renamed. So it is called now - Kocheryzhkina street. And when the grandchildren of Kocheryzhka pass along the street, they usually rush after them:

Look! There are the grandchildren of that same rabbit who was not afraid of anyone!

Fairy tale "Fox-sister and wolf"

From the collection of A.N. Afanasyev "Russian children's fairy tales"

There lived a grandfather and a woman. Once a grandfather says to a woman:

You, woman, bake pies, and I will harness the sleigh and go for fish.

Caught fish and carries home a whole cart. Here he goes and sees: the fox curled up and lies on the road.

Grandfather got down from the cart, went up to the fox, but she didn’t stir, she lay there as if dead.
- Here is a gift for my wife! - said the grandfather, took the fox and put it on the cart, and he went ahead.

And the chanterelle only needed this: she began to throw out slowly from the cart everything for a fish and a fish, everything for a fish and a fish. She threw out all the fish and left.

Well, old woman, - says the grandfather, - what kind of collar did I bring you for a fur coat!

There, on the cart - both the fish and the collar.

The woman came up to the cart: no collar, no fish - and began to scold her husband:

Oh, you are so-and-so! You still dare to cheat!

Then the grandfather realized that the fox was not dead. I grieved, I grieved, but there was nothing to do.

Meanwhile, the chanterelle gathered all the scattered fish in a pile, sat down on the road and eats for itself.

A gray wolf comes to her:

Hello sister! Give me fish!

Catch yourself and eat.

I can't!

Eka, because I caught it! Go to the river, dip your tail into the hole, sit and say: “Catch, fish, both small and large! Catch, fish, both small and large! The fish itself is on your tail and clings.

The wolf ran to the river, lowered his tail into the hole, sits and says:

Catch, fish, big and small!

And the cold is getting stronger and stronger. The wolf's tail froze tightly. The wolf sat on the river all night.

And in the morning the women came to the hole for water, saw the wolf and shouted:

Wolf, wolf! Beat him!

The wolf - back and forth, can not pull the tail. Baba threw the buckets and began to beat him with a yoke. Bila-bila, the wolf torn, torn, tore off his tail and took to his heels.

A wolf runs, and a fox meets him, his head is tied with a scarf.

So, - the wolf cries, - did you teach me how to fish? They beat me, cut off my tail!

Eh, wolf! - says the fox. “Your tail was torn off, but my whole head was smashed. I'm running hard!

And that's true, says the wolf. - Where are you, fox, go. Get on me, I'll take you.

A fox rides on a wolf and chuckles: “The beaten one is lucky. The wolf has no mind, no sense!

Fairy tale "Fox with a rolling pin"

Russian folktale

The fox walked along the path, found a rock. She got up and moved on. She came to the village and knocked on the hut:

Knock - knock - knock!

We are tight without you.

Yes, I will not press you: I myself will lie down on the bench, the tail under the bench, the rolling pin under the stove.

They let her in.

So she lay herself down on the bench, the tail under the bench, the rolling pin under the stove. Early in the morning the fox got up, burned his rolling pin, and then asked:

Where is my rock? Give me a chicken for her!

Man - nothing to do! - gave her a chicken for a rolling pin. The fox took the chicken, goes and sings:

The fox walked along the path,

Found a rock

For a rolling pin

Got a chicken!

She came to another village:

Knock - knock - knock!

I'm a fox-sister! Let's sleep over!

We are tight without you.

Yes, I will not press you: I myself will lie down on the bench, the tail under the bench, the chicken under the stove.

They let her in. The fox lay down on the bench by itself, the tail under the bench, and the hen under the stove. Early in the morning, the fox slowly got up, grabbed the chicken, ate it, and then said:

Where is my chicken? Give me a goose for her!

Nothing can be done, the owner had to give her a goose for a chicken.

The fox took the goose, goes and sings:

The fox walked along the path.

Found a rock

I took a chicken by the rock,

I took a goose for a chicken!

She came in the evening to the third village:

Knock - knock - knock!

I'm a fox-sister! Let's sleep over!

We are tight without you.

Yes, I will not press you: I myself will lie down on the bench, the tail under the bench, the goose under the stove.

They let her in. The fox lay down on the bench by itself, the tail under the bench, the goose under the stove. In the morning, at a little light, the fox jumped up, grabbed the goose, ate it and said:

And where is my goose? Give me a girl for her!

And it’s a pity to give a girl to a man. He put a big dog in a bag and gave it to the fox:

Take, fox, girl!

Here the fox took the bag, went out onto the road and said:

Girl, sing songs!

And the dog in the bag how growls! The fox was frightened, threw the bag - yes, run ... Then the dog jumped out of the bag - yes, after her! The fox ran from the dog - ran and darted into the hole under the stump. Sits there and says:

My ears, my ears! What did you do?

We all listened.

And you, legs, what did you do?

We all ran.

What about you, eyes?

We all looked.

What about you tail?

And I prevented you from running.

And you interfered! Well, wait, I'll ask you! - And stuck her tail out of the hole:

Eat it, dog! Then the dog grabbed the fox's tail, pulled the fox out of the hole and let's wag it!

Fairy tale "The Cockerel and the Beanstalk"

Russian folktale

There lived a cockerel and a hen. The cockerel was in a hurry, and the hen says:

Petya, don't rush. Petya, don't be in a hurry.

Once a cockerel was pecking at bean seeds and in a hurry and choked. Choking, not breathing, as if dead. The chicken was frightened, rushed to the hostess, shouting:

Oh, hostess, give me some oil, grease the neck: he choked on a bean seed.

Run quickly to the cow, ask her for milk, and then I will beat the butter.

The hen rushed to the cow.

Cow, dove, give me milk as soon as possible, the hostess will knock butter out of milk, I will grease the neck of the cockerel 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! Hurry, give the cow fresh grass, she will give milk, the hostess will knock butter out of milk, I will grease the cockerel's neck with butter: he choked, he lies not breathing.

Run quickly to the blacksmith for a scythe.

The hen rushed with all its might to the blacksmith.

Blacksmith, give the master 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 mowed 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 shouted at the top of his lungs: “Ku-ka-re-ku!”

Fairy tale "Caught that bit"

The beaver ran to the badger and asked:

Your footprint on the edge?

My! - answers the badger.

Well, I congratulate you! The fox is following you.

Where is it going? - the badger was frightened.

Here goes!

Maybe it's not your footprint yet, - said the beaver.

Not mine. This is a mouse trail. It's behind him, so the fox...

Is it good to pester the big ones?” the fox asked, grabbed the beaver and threw it away. The beaver fell right into the hollow to the forest bees.

I don't eat honey, said the beaver quickly. He's nasty.

The bees were indignant and rushed to the beaver.

No, no, - the beaver corrected, - honey is fine, but I don’t eat it.

And the badger caught up with the mouse and shouted:

Mouse, run!

Where to run? - the mouse was surprised.

The badger wanted to explain everything to him, but the fox threatened the badger with his fist from behind a tree.

Uh-uh ... - said the cowardly badger, - run wherever you want. Go. Walk.

Why didn't you warn the mouse? asked the beaver.

Why didn't you stop the fox? asked the badger.

The mouse walked and did not notice anything. And the fox crept up quite close. The mouse went out into the clearing, and there was a hut.

A hare is sitting in the window, drinking tea.

Hey, little mouse, - said the hare, - and behind you is this ... like his ... red fox.

Where? - the mouse rejoiced.

He turned around, saw the fox and shouted:

Aha! Caught that bit!

And the mouse rushed at the fox. The fox was at first confused, but then he nevertheless grabbed the mouse. And then a bear peeked out of the window.

What's happened? - he asked.

Ah ... nothing! - answered the hare. - They beat the fox.

The fox was frightened of the bear and released the mouse. And the mouse hit the fox right in the nose.

A beaver and a badger watched the whole scene from behind a bush and "cheered" for the mouse.

Eh! That's not how it should have been hit! - said the beaver.

But as? asked the badger.

Beaver showed how.

Get this one of yours away from me! - the fox shouted and backed away from the mouse.

Finally, the fox could not stand it and rushed to run away. The mouse ran after him. The beaver and the badger also chased. But the fox ran so fast that he was not caught.

Don't be afraid of him, - said the mouse to his friends. - If anything, you call me.

And they all sang a song together:

We are in a good mood walking through the woods.

Whoever wants to offend us - he will get a mustache.

Fairy tale "Different wheels"

There is a stump, on a stump - a teremok. And in the tower live Mushka, Frog, Hedgehog and Golden Scallop Cockerel. Somehow they went to the forest for flowers, for mushrooms, for berries. We walked and walked through the forest and came out into a clearing. They look - and there is an empty cart. The cart is empty, but not simple - all the wheels are different: one is a very small wheel, the other is larger, the third is medium, and the fourth is a big, very big wheel. The cart seems to have been standing for a long time: mushrooms grow under it. Fly, Frog, Hedgehog and Cockerel are standing, looking and wondering. Then the Hare jumped out of the bushes onto the road, also looks, laughs.

Is this your cart? - ask the Hare.

No, it's Bear's cart. He did it, did it, did not finish it, and abandoned it. Here she stands.

- Let's take the cart home, - said the Hedgehog. Useful on the farm.

Come on, the others said.

They all began to push the cart, but it does not go: all its wheels are different.

Again the Hedgehog guessed:

Let's take everything on the wheel.

Let's!

They removed the wheels from the cart, and rolled home: Fly - a small wheel, Hedgehog - a larger one, Frog - medium ... And the Cockerel jumped onto the largest wheel, sorted it out with his legs, flapped his wings and shouted:

Ku-ka-re-ku!

The hare laughs: - Here are the eccentrics, different wheels rolled home!

Meanwhile, Fly, Hedgehog, Frog and Cockerel rolled the wheels home and thought: what to do with them?

I know, - said Mushka, took the smallest wheel - she made a spinning wheel. The hedgehog attached two sticks to his wheel - the wheelbarrow came out.

I also came up with, - said the Frog, and attached a larger wheel to the well, so that it would be better to take water. And the Cockerel lowered the big wheel into the stream, put the millstones and built the mill.

All the wheels on the farm came in handy: A fly spins threads on a spinning wheel, A frog carries water from a well - waters a garden, A hedgehog carries mushrooms, berries, firewood from a forest on a wheelbarrow. And the Cockerel grinds flour in the mill. Somehow the Hare came to them to see their life.

And he was received as a dear guest: Mushka knitted his mittens, Frog treated him with carrots from the garden, Hedgehog - mushrooms and berries, and Cockerel with pies and cheesecakes. The Hare was embarrassed.

Forgive me, he says, I laughed at you, and now I see - in capable hands, different wheels can come in handy.

Fairy tale "Mitten"

Russian folktale

The grandfather was walking through the forest, and the dog was running after him. Grandfather walked, walked, and dropped his mitten. Here is a mouse running, got into this mitten and says:

Here I will live.

And at this time the frog jump-jump! asks:

Who, who lives in a mitten?

Mouse-scratch. And who are you?

And I'm a jumping frog. Let me go too!

Here are two of them. Bunny is running. He ran up to the mitten and asked:

Who, who lives in a mitten?

Scratching mouse, jumping frog. And who are you?

And I'm a runaway bunny. Let me go too!

Go. Here are three of them.

fox running:

Who, who lives in a mitten?

A scratching mouse, a jumping frog and a running bunny. And who are you?

And I'm a fox-sister. Let me go too!

There are already four of them. Look, a top runs - and also to the mitten, and asks: - Who, who lives in the mitten?

A scratching mouse, a jumping frog, a running bunny and a sister fox. And who are you?

And I'm a top - a gray barrel. Let me go too!

Well, go!

This one got in, there were already five of them. Out of nowhere - a wild boar wanders:

Chro-chro-chro, who lives in a mitten?

A scratching mouse, a jumping frog, a running bunny, a fox-sister and a spinning top - a gray barrel. And who are you?

And I'm a fang boar. Let me go too! That's the trouble, everyone is hunting in a mitten.

You can't even get in!

Somehow I'll get in, let me in!

Well, what can you do with you, climb!

Get in this one too. There are already six of them. And they are so crowded that they can’t turn around! And then the branches crackled: a bear crawls out and also approaches the mitten, roars:

Who, who lives in a mitten?

A scratching mouse, a jumping frog, a runaway bunny, a sister fox, a spinning top - a gray barrel and a fang boar. And who are you?

Gu-gu-gu, there are too many of you! And I'm a teddy bear. Let me go too!

How can we let you in? Because it's so tight.

Yes, somehow!

Well, go, only from the edge!

This one climbed in too - seven became, and so crowded that the mitten of that and look, it will break. In the meantime, grandfather was missing - there is no mitten. He then returned to look for her. The dog ran forward. She ran, ran, looks - the mitten lies and moves. The dog then: - Woof-woof-woof! The animals were frightened, escaped from the mitten - and scattered through the forest. And grandfather came and took the mitten.

Fairy tale "Straw goby, tar barrel"

Russian folktale

There lived a grandfather and a woman. They lived in poverty. They didn't have a goat or a hen. This is what grandma says to grandpa:

Make me, grandfather, a straw bull and pitch it.

Why are you such a bull? - the grandfather was surprised.

Do it, I know why.

Grandfather made a bull out of straw and pitched it. The next morning the woman drove the bull to the meadow to graze, and she herself went home. Here the bear comes out of the forest. I saw a bull, went up to him and asked:

Who are you?

If you are resinous, let me patch up the tattered side of the straw.

Take it! - says the bull.

The bear grabs him by the side - and he's stuck, he can't tear his paw off.


Meanwhile, the woman looked out the window and to her grandfather:

Grandfather, a bull-calf caught a bear for us.

The grandfather jumped out, dragged the bear and threw it into the cellar. The next day, the woman again drove the bull to the meadow to graze, and she herself went home. Here a gray wolf jumps out of the forest. The wolf saw the bull and asked:

Who are you? Tell me!

I am a straw bull, a tar barrel.

If you are resinous, let me pitch the side of the resin, otherwise the dogs skinned me.

The wolf wanted to tear off the resin - and stuck. And the woman looked out the window and saw that the goby was dragging the wolf. I quickly told my grandfather. And grandfather put the wolf in the cellar.

The next day, the woman again took the bull to graze. This time the fox ran to the bull.

Who are you? - the fox asks the goby.

I am a straw bull, a tar barrel.

Give me a little bit of straw, goby, put it on my side, otherwise the dogs almost took off my skin.

The fox stuck too. Grandfather put the fox in the cellar. And the next day, the rabbit was also caught.

Here the grandfather sat down at the cellar and began to sharpen his knife. And the bear asks him:

Grandpa, why are you sharpening a knife?

I want to remove the skin from you, to sew a sheepskin coat.

Oh, don't ruin it, let it go free, and I'll bring you honey. The grandfather released the bear, and he sharpens the knife further.

Grandpa, why are you sharpening a knife? - asks the wolf.

I'll skin you and sew your hats.

Oh, let me go, grandfather, I'll bring you sheep.

The grandfather released the wolf, and he continues to sharpen the knife. The fox stuck out its muzzle and asked:

Grandfather! Why are you sharpening your knife?

Oh, yours is good, fox skin on the collar.

Do not ruin me, grandfather, I will bring you geese.

Grandpa, why are you sharpening your knife now?

Bunnies have a soft, warm skin - good mittens will come out.

Don't ruin me! I'll bring you a bead, I'll bring you a ribbon, let it go free. Grandfather let him go.

The next morning, just before light, someone knocks on their door. Grandfather looked out - and this bear brought a whole hive of honey. Grandfather took honey, just lay down, and at the door again: knock-knock! Grandfather came out - and this wolf drove the sheep. Soon the fox brought chickens, geese and all kinds of birds. And the bunny pulled beads, and earrings, and ribbons. Both grandfather and grandmother are happy. They have lived well ever since.

Notebooks in the rain

At recess, Marik says to me:

Let's get out of class. Look how good it is outside!

What if Aunt Dasha delays with briefcases?

Throw your briefcases out the window.

We looked out the window: near the wall it was dry, and a little further away there was a huge puddle. Don't throw your portfolios into the puddle! We removed the straps from our trousers, tied them together, and carefully lowered our briefcases over them. At this time, the bell rang. The teacher entered. I had to sit down. The lesson has begun. Rain poured outside the window. Marik writes me a note: "Our notebooks are gone"

I answer him: "Our notebooks are gone"

He writes to me: "What shall we do?"

I answer him: "What are we going to do?"

Suddenly they call me to the blackboard.

I can’t, I say, I can go to the blackboard.

“How, - I think, - to go without a belt?”

Go, go, I will help you, - says the teacher.

You don't need to help me.

Did you happen to get sick?

I'm sick, I say.

How about homework?

Good with homework.

The teacher comes up to me.

Well, show me your notebook.

What's going on with you?

You'll have to put in a two.

He opens the magazine and gives me a F, and I think about my notebook, which is now getting wet in the rain.

The teacher gave me a deuce and calmly says this:

You are strange today...

How I sat under the desk

Only the teacher turned away to the blackboard, and I once - and under the desk. When the teacher notices that I have disappeared, he will be terribly surprised, probably.

I wonder what he'll think? He will ask everyone where I have gone - that will be laughter! Half a lesson has already passed, and I'm still sitting. “When, I think, will he see that I am not in the class?” And it's hard to sit under the desk. My back even hurt. Try to sit like this! I coughed - no attention. I can't sit anymore. Moreover, Seryozhka pokes me in the back with his foot all the time. I couldn't stand it. Didn't make it to the end of the lesson. I get out and say:

Excuse me, Pyotr Petrovich...

The teacher asks:

What's the matter? Do you want to board?

No, excuse me, I was sitting under the desk...

Well, how comfortable to sit there, under the desk? You were very quiet today. That's the way it's always been in class.

When Goga started going to first grade, he knew only two letters: O - a circle and T - a hammer. And that's it. I didn't know any other letters. And he couldn't read.

Grandmother tried to teach him, but he immediately came up with a trick:

Now, now, granny, I'll wash the dishes for you.

And he immediately ran to the kitchen to wash the dishes. And the old grandmother forgot about her studies and even bought him gifts for helping with the household. And Gogin's parents were on a long business trip and hoped for a grandmother. And of course, they did not know that their son had not yet learned to read. But Goga often washed the floor and dishes, went for bread, and his grandmother praised him in every possible way in letters to his parents. And read aloud to him. And Goga, sitting comfortably on the sofa, listened with his eyes closed. “Why should I learn to read,” he reasoned, “if my grandmother reads aloud to me.” He didn't even try.

And in class, he dodged as best he could.

The teacher tells him:

Read it right here.

He pretended to read, and he himself told from memory what his grandmother read to him. The teacher stopped him. To the laughter of the class, he said:

If you want, I'd better close the window so that it doesn't blow.

I'm so dizzy that I'm probably about to fall...

He pretended so skillfully that one day his teacher sent him to the doctor. The doctor asked:

How is your health?

Bad, - said Goga.

What hurts?

Well then go to class.

Because nothing hurts you.

How do you know?

How do you know that? the doctor laughed. And he lightly pushed Goga to the exit. Goga never pretended to be sick again, but he continued to evade.

And the efforts of classmates did not lead to anything. First, Masha, an excellent student, was attached to him.

Let's study seriously, - Masha told him.

When? Goga asked.

Yeah right now.

Now I will come, - said Goga.

And he left and didn't come back.

Then Grisha, an excellent student, was attached to him. They stayed in the classroom. But as soon as Grisha opened the primer, Goga reached under the desk.

Where are you going? - asked Grisha.

Come here, - called Goga.

And here no one will interfere with us.

Yah you! - Grisha, of course, was offended and immediately left.

No one else was attached to him.

As time went. He dodged.

Gogin's parents arrived and found that their son could not read a single line. The father grabbed his head, and the mother grabbed the book that she brought to her child.

Now every evening, - she said, - I will read aloud this wonderful book to my son.

Grandma said:

Yes, yes, I also read interesting books aloud to Gogochka every evening.

But the father said:

You really shouldn't have done it. Our Gogochka has grown lazy to such an extent that he cannot read a single line. I ask everyone to leave for the meeting.

And dad, along with grandma and mom, left for a meeting. And Goga was at first worried about the meeting, and then calmed down when his mother began to read to him from a new book. And even dangled his legs with pleasure and almost spat on the carpet.

But he didn't know what the meeting was! What did they decide!

So Mom read him a page and a half after the meeting. And he, dangling his legs, naively imagined that this would continue to continue. But when mom stopped at the most interesting place, he became worried again.

And when she handed him the book, he became even more excited.

He immediately suggested:

Come on, Mommy, I'll wash the dishes.

And he ran to wash the dishes.

He ran to his father.

The father strictly told him never to make such requests to him again.

He slipped the book to his grandmother, but she yawned and dropped it from her hands. He picked up the book from the floor and gave it back to his grandmother. But she again dropped it from her hands. No, she had never fallen asleep so quickly in her chair before! “Is it really,” thought Goga, “is she sleeping, or was she instructed at the meeting to pretend? Goga pulled her, shook her, but grandmother did not even think of waking up.

In desperation, he sat down on the floor and looked at the pictures. But from the pictures it was difficult to understand what was going on there.

He brought the book to class. But classmates refused to read to him. Even more than that: Masha immediately left, and Grisha defiantly crawled under the desk.

Goga stuck to a high school student, but he flicked his nose and laughed.

That's what a home meeting means!

That's what the public means!

He soon read the whole book and many other books, but out of habit he never forgot to go out for bread, wash the floor or wash the dishes.

That's what's interesting!

Who is surprised

Tanya is not surprised by anything. She always says: "That's not surprising!" Even if it's surprising. Yesterday, in front of everyone, I jumped over such a puddle ... No one could jump over, but I jumped over! Everyone was surprised, except Tanya.

“Think! So what? It's not surprising!"

I tried my best to surprise her. But he couldn't be surprised. No matter how much I tried.

I hit a sparrow from a slingshot.

He learned to walk on his hands, to whistle with one finger in his mouth.

She saw it all. But she wasn't surprised.

I tried my best. What I didn't do! He climbed trees, walked without a hat in winter ...

She wasn't surprised at all.

And one day I just went out into the yard with a book. Sat down on a bench. And began to read.

I didn't even see Tanya. And she says:

Marvelous! That would not have thought! He reads!

Prize

We made the original costumes - no one else will have them! I will be a horse, and Vovka a knight. The only bad thing is that he should ride me and not me on him. And all because I'm a little younger. True, we agreed with him: he will not ride me all the time. He rides me a little, and then he gets down and leads behind him, like horses are led by the bridle. And so we went to the carnival. They came to the club in ordinary costumes, and then changed and went out into the hall. I mean, we moved in. I crawled on all fours. And Vovka was sitting on my back. True, Vovka helped me - he touched the floor with his feet. But it still wasn't easy for me.

And I haven't seen anything yet. I was wearing a horse mask. I couldn't see anything at all, even though there were holes in the mask for the eyes. But they were somewhere on the forehead. I crawled in the dark.

Bumped into someone's legs. He ran into a convoy twice. Sometimes I shook my head, then the mask moved out, and I saw the light. But for a moment. And then it's dark again. I couldn't keep shaking my head!

I saw the light for a moment. And Vovka didn’t see anything at all. And all the time he asked me what was ahead. And asked to crawl more carefully. And so I crawled carefully. I didn't see anything myself. How could I know what was ahead! Someone stepped on my arm. I stopped right now. And he refused to move on. I told Vovka:

Enough. Get off.

Vovka probably liked the ride, and he didn't want to get off. He said it's still early. But still he got down, took me by the bridle, and I crawled on. Now it was easier for me to crawl, although I still could not see anything.

I offered to take off the masks and look at the carnival, and then put on the masks again. But Vovka said:

Then we will be recognized.

It's probably fun here, - I said. - Only we don't see anything ...

But Vovka walked in silence. He was determined to endure to the end. Get first prize.

My knees hurt. I said:

I will now sit on the floor.

Can horses sit? - said Vovka. - You're crazy! You are a horse!

I am not a horse, I said. You are a horse yourself.

No, you're a horse, - answered Vovka. - Otherwise we won't get a bonus.

So be it, - I said. - I'm tired.

Be patient, - said Vovka.

I crawled up to the wall, leaned against it and sat on the floor.

You are sitting? - asked Vovka.

I'm sitting, I said.

Well, okay, - Vovka agreed. - You can still sit on the floor. Just don't sit on a chair. Do you understand? A horse - and suddenly on a chair! ..

Music blared all around, laughing.

I asked:

Will it end soon?

Be patient, - said Vovka, - probably soon ...

Vovka also could not stand it. Sat on the sofa. I sat next to him. Then Vovka fell asleep on the couch. And I fell asleep too.

Then they woke us up and gave us a prize.

In the closet

Before class, I climbed into the closet. I wanted to meow from the closet. They'll think it's a cat, but it's me.

I sat in the closet, waited for the start of the lesson and did not notice myself how I fell asleep.

I wake up - the class is quiet. I look through the crack - no one is there. He pushed the door, and it was closed. So I slept through the whole lesson. Everyone went home, and they locked me in the closet.

Stuffy in the closet and dark as night. I was scared, I started screaming:

Eee! I'm in the closet! Help!

Listened - silence all around.

ABOUT! Comrades! I'm in the closet!

I hear someone's steps. Someone is coming.

Who is yelling here?

I immediately recognized Aunt Nyusha, the cleaner.

I rejoiced, I shout:

Aunt Nyusha, I'm here!

Where are you, dear?

I'm in the closet! In the closet!

How did you, dear, get there?

I'm in the closet, grandma!

So I hear that you're in the closet. So what do you want?

I was locked in a closet. Oh, grandma!

Aunt Nyusha left. Silence again. She must have gone for the key.

Pal Palych tapped on the cabinet with his finger.

There is no one there, - said Pal Palych.

How not. Yes, - said Aunt Nyusha.

Well, where is he? - said Pal Palych and knocked again on the cabinet.

I was afraid that everyone would leave, I would stay in the closet, and I shouted with all my might:

I'm here!

Who are you? asked Pal Palych.

I... Tsypkin...

Why did you climb up there, Tsypkin?

They locked me up... I didn't get in...

Um... He's locked up! But he didn't get in! Did you see? What wizards in our school! They do not climb into the closet while they are locked in the closet. Miracles don't happen, do you hear, Tsypkin?

How long have you been sitting there? asked Pal Palych.

Don't know...

Find the key, - said Pal Palych. - Fast.

Aunt Nyusha went for the key, but Pal Palych remained. He sat down on a chair nearby and waited. I saw his face through the crack. He was very angry. He lit up and said:

Well! That's where the prank comes in. Tell me honestly: why are you in the closet?

I really wanted to disappear from the closet. They open the closet, but I'm not there. As if I had never been there. They will ask me: “Were you in the closet?” I'll say, "I didn't." They will say to me: “Who was there?” I'll say, "I don't know."

But that only happens in fairy tales! Surely tomorrow mom will be called ... Your son, they say, climbed into the closet, slept there all the lessons, and all that ... as if it’s comfortable for me to sleep here! My legs hurt, my back hurts. One pain! What was my answer?

I was silent.

Are you alive there? asked Pal Palych.

Well, sit down, they will open soon ...

I am sitting...

So ... - said Pal Palych. - So you will answer me, why did you climb into this closet?

Who? Tsypkin? In the closet? Why?

I wanted to disappear again.

The director asked:

Tsypkin, are you?

I sighed heavily. I just couldn't answer anymore.

Aunt Nyusha said:

The class leader took the key.

Break open the door, - said the director.

I felt the door being broken - the closet shook, I hit my forehead painfully. I was afraid that the cabinet would fall, and I cried. I rested my hands on the walls of the closet, and when the door gave way and opened, I continued to stand in the same way.

Well, come out, - said the director. And tell us what that means.

I didn't move. I was scared.

Why is he worth it? the director asked.

They took me out of the closet.

I was silent all the time.

I didn't know what to say.

I just wanted to meow. But how would I put it...

carousel in the head

By the end of the school year, I asked my father to buy me a two-wheeled bicycle, a battery-powered submachine gun, a battery-powered airplane, a flying helicopter, and table hockey.

I so want to have these things! - I said to my father. - They are constantly spinning in my head like a carousel, and this makes my head spin so much that it is difficult to stay on my feet.

Hold on, - said the father, - do not fall and write all these things on a piece of paper for me so that I do not forget.

But why write, they already sit firmly in my head.

Write, - said the father, - it doesn't cost you anything.

In general, it costs nothing, - I said, - just an extra hassle. - And I wrote in large letters on the whole sheet:

WILISAPET

GUN-GUN

VIRTALET

Then I thought about it and decided to write “ice cream” again, went to the window, looked at the sign opposite and added:

ICE CREAM

Father read and says:

I'll buy you ice cream for now, and wait for the rest.

I thought he had no time now, and I ask:

Until what time?

Until better times.

Until what?

Until next year ends.

Yes, because the letters in your head are spinning like a carousel, this makes you dizzy, and the words are not on their feet.

It's like words have legs!

And I've already bought ice cream a hundred times.

Betball

Today you should not go outside - today is a game ... - said dad mysteriously, looking out the window.

Which? I asked from behind my father's back.

Wetball, - he answered even more mysteriously and put me on the windowsill.

A-ah-ah ... - I drawled.

Apparently, dad guessed that I did not understand anything, and began to explain.

Vetball is football, only trees play it, and the wind is driven instead of the ball. We say - a hurricane or a storm, and they are a wetball. Look how the birch trees rustled - they are giving them poplars ... Wow! How they swayed - it is clear that they conceded a goal, they could not hold the wind with branches ... Well, another pass! Dangerous moment...

Dad spoke just like a real commentator, and I, spellbound, looked out into the street and thought that vetball would probably give 100 points ahead to any football, basketball and even handball! Although I didn't fully understand the meaning of the latter...

Breakfast

Actually, I love breakfast. Especially if mom cooks sausage or cheese sandwiches instead of porridge. But sometimes you want something unusual. For example, today or yesterday. I once asked my mother for today, but she looked at me in surprise and offered an afternoon snack.

No, - I say, - I would just like today. Well, or yesterday, at worst ...

Yesterday there was soup for lunch ... - Mom was confused. - Would you like to warm up?

In general, I did not understand anything.

And I myself don’t really understand how these today’s and yesterday’s look and what they taste like. Maybe yesterday's people really do taste like yesterday's soup. But what then is the taste of today? Probably something today. Breakfast, for example. On the other hand, why are breakfasts so called? Well, that is, if according to the rules, then breakfast should be called today, because they cooked it for me today and I will eat it today. Now, if I leave it for tomorrow, then it's a completely different matter. Although no. After all, tomorrow it will become yesterday.

So would you like porridge or soup? she asked carefully.

How the boy Yasha ate badly

Yasha was good to everyone, he just ate badly. All the time with concerts. Either mom sings to him, or dad shows tricks. And he gets along:

- Don't want.

Mom says:

- Yasha, eat porridge.

- Don't want.

Papa says:

- Yasha, drink juice!

- Don't want.

Mom and dad got tired of persuading him every time. And then my mother read in one scientific pedagogical book that children should not be persuaded to eat. It is necessary to put a plate of porridge in front of them and wait for them to get hungry and eat everything.

They put, put plates in front of Yasha, but he does not eat and does not eat anything. He doesn't eat meatballs, soup, or porridge. He became thin and dead, like a straw.

-Yasha, eat porridge!

- Don't want.

- Yasha, eat soup!

- Don't want.

Previously, his pants were hard to fasten, but now he dangled completely freely in them. It was possible to launch another Yasha into these pants.

And then one day a strong wind blew. And Yasha played on the site. He was very light, and the wind rolled him around the site. Rolled up to the wire mesh fence. And there Yasha got stuck.

So he sat, pressed against the fence by the wind, for an hour.

Mom calls:

- Yasha, where are you? Go home with the soup to suffer.

But he doesn't go. He is not even heard. He not only became dead himself, but his voice became dead. Nothing is heard that he squeaks there.

And he squeaks:

- Mom, take me away from the fence!

Mom began to worry - where did Yasha go? Where to look for it? Yasha is not seen and not heard.

Dad said this:

- I think our Yasha was rolled away somewhere by the wind. Come on, mom, we'll take the pot of soup out onto the porch. The wind will blow and the smell of soup will bring to Yasha. On this delicious smell, he will crawl.

So they did. They carried the pot of soup out onto the porch. The wind carried the smell to Yasha.

As soon as Yasha smelled the smell of delicious soup, he immediately crawled to the smell. Because he was cold, he lost a lot of strength.

He crawled, crawled, crawled for half an hour. But he reached his goal. He came to the kitchen to his mother and how he immediately eats a whole pot of soup! How to eat three cutlets at once! How to drink three glasses of compote!

Mom was amazed. She didn't even know whether to be happy or upset. She says:

- Yasha, if you eat like this every day, I won’t have enough food.

Yasha reassured her:

– No, Mom, I don’t eat so much every day. I correct past mistakes. I bubu, like all children, eat well. I'm a completely different boy.

I wanted to say "I will", but he got "boob". Do you know why? Because his mouth was full of apples. He couldn't stop.

Since then, Yasha has been eating well.

secrets

Are you good at secrets?

If you don't know how, I will teach you.

Take a clean piece of glass and dig a hole in the ground. Put a candy wrapper in the hole, and on the candy wrapper - everything that you have beautiful.

You can put a stone, a fragment of a plate, a bead, a bird's feather, a ball (you can use glass, you can use metal).

You can use an acorn or an acorn cap.

You can have a multi-colored patch.

It can be a flower, a leaf, or even just grass.

Maybe real candy.

You can elderberry, dry beetle.

You can even eraser, if it is beautiful.

Yes, you can have another button if it's shiny.

Here you go. Have you put it down?

Now cover it all with glass and cover it with earth. And then slowly clear the ground with your finger and look into the hole ... You know how beautiful it will be! I made a “secret”, remembered the place and left.

The next day my "secret" was gone. Someone dug it up. Some bully.

I made a "secret" in another place. And they dug it up again!

Then I decided to track down who was doing this business ... And of course, this person turned out to be Pavlik Ivanov, who else ?!

Then I again made a "secret" and put a note in it:

"Pavlik Ivanov, you are a fool and a bully."

An hour later, the note was gone. Peacock did not look into my eyes.

Well, did you read it? I asked Pavlik.

I didn’t read anything,” Pavlik said. - You're a fool yourself.

Composition

One day we were told to write an essay in class on the topic “I help my mother.”

I took a pen and began to write:

"I always help my mom. I sweep the floor and wash the dishes. Sometimes I wash handkerchiefs.”

I didn't know what to write anymore. I looked at Lucy. That's what she wrote in her notebook.

Then I remembered that I washed my stockings once, and wrote:

“I also wash stockings and socks.”

I didn't really know what to write anymore. But you can’t hand over such a short essay!

Then I added:

“I also wash T-shirts, shirts and shorts.”

I looked around. Everyone wrote and wrote. I wonder what they write about? You might think that they help mom from morning to night!

And the lesson didn't end. And I had to keep going.

“I also wash dresses, mine and my mother’s, napkins and a bedspread.”

And the lesson never ended. And I wrote:

“I also love washing curtains and tablecloths.”

And then the bell finally rang!

I got a "five". The teacher read my essay aloud. She said that she liked my composition the most. And that she will read it at the parent-teacher meeting.

I asked my mother very much not to go to the parent meeting. I said that my throat hurts. But my mother told my father to give me hot milk with honey and went to school.

The following conversation took place at breakfast the next morning.

Mom: And you know, Syoma, it turns out that our daughter writes compositions wonderfully!

Dad: It doesn't surprise me. She has always been good at writing.

Mom: No, really! I'm not kidding, Vera Evstigneevna praises her. She was very pleased that our daughter loves to wash curtains and tablecloths.

Dad: What?!

Mom: Really, Syoma, is it wonderful? - Turning to me: - Why have you never admitted this to me before?

I was shy, I said. - I thought you wouldn't let me.

Well, what are you! Mom said. - Don't be shy, please! Wash our curtains today. It's good that I don't have to haul them to the laundry!

I goggled my eyes. The curtains were huge. Ten times I could wrap myself in them! But it was too late to retreat.

I washed the curtains piece by piece. While I was lathering one piece, the other was completely washed out. I'm just tired of these pieces! Then I rinsed the curtains in the bathroom piece by piece. When I finished squeezing one piece, water from neighboring pieces was again poured into it.

Then I climbed onto a stool and began to hang the curtains on a rope.

Well, that was the worst! While I was pulling one piece of the curtain onto the rope, the other fell to the floor. And in the end, the whole curtain fell to the floor, and I fell on it from the stool.

I became quite wet - at least squeeze it out.

The curtain had to be dragged back into the bathroom. But the floor in the kitchen shone like new.

Water was pouring from the curtains all day.

I put all the pots and pans we had under the curtains. Then she put the kettle on the floor, three bottles, and all the cups and saucers. But water still flooded the kitchen.

Oddly enough, my mother was pleased.

You did a great job washing the curtains! - said my mother, walking around the kitchen in galoshes. I didn't know you were so capable! Tomorrow you will wash the tablecloth...

What is my head thinking

If you think that I am a good student, you are wrong. I study hard. For some reason, everyone thinks that I am capable, but lazy. I don't know if I'm capable or not. But only I know for sure that I'm not lazy. I sit on tasks for three hours.

Here, for example, now I'm sitting and I want to solve the problem with all my might. And she does not dare. I tell my mom

Mom, I can't do it.

Don't be lazy, says mom. - Think carefully, and everything will work out. Just think carefully!

She's leaving on business. And I take my head with both hands and say to her:

Think head. Think carefully… “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B…” Head, why don't you think? Well, head, well, think, please! Well, what are you worth!

A cloud floats outside the window. It is as light as fluff. Here it stopped. No, it floats on.

Head, what are you thinking? Aren `t you ashamed!!! “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B ...” Luska, probably, also left. She is already walking. If she had approached me first, I would have forgiven her, of course. But is she suitable, such a pest ?!

"...From point A to point B..." No, it won't fit. On the contrary, when I go out into the yard, she will take Lena by the arm and will whisper with her. Then she will say: "Len, come to me, I have something." They will leave, and then they will sit on the windowsill and laugh and gnaw on seeds.

“... Two pedestrians left point A for point B...” And what will I do?.. And then I will call Kolya, Petka and Pavlik to play bast shoes. And what will she do? Yeah, she'll put on a Three Fat Men record. Yes, so loudly that Kolya, Petka and Pavlik will hear and run to ask her to let them listen. They listened a hundred times, everything is not enough for them! And then Lyuska will close the window, and they will all listen to the record there.

"... From point A to point ... to point ..." And then I'll take it and shoot something right into her window. Glass - ding! - and shatter. Let him know.

So. I'm tired of thinking. Think do not think - the task does not work. Just awful, what a difficult task! I'll walk around for a bit and start thinking again.

I closed my book and looked out the window. Lyuska alone was walking in the yard. She jumped into hopscotch. I went outside and sat down on a bench. Lucy didn't even look at me.

Earring! Vitka! Lucy immediately screamed. - Let's go to play bast shoes!

The Karmanov brothers looked out the window.

We have a throat, both brothers said hoarsely. - They won't let us in.

Lena! Lucy screamed. - Linen! Come out!

Instead of Lena, her grandmother looked out and threatened Lyuska with her finger.

Pavlik! Lucy screamed.

Nobody appeared at the window.

Pe-et-ka-ah! Luska perked up.

Girl, what are you yelling at?! Someone's head popped out of the window. - A sick person is not allowed to rest! There is no rest from you! - And the head stuck back into the window.

Luska furtively looked at me and blushed like a cancer. She tugged at her pigtail. Then she took the thread off her sleeve. Then she looked at the tree and said:

Lucy, let's go to the classics.

Come on, I said.

We jumped into the hopscotch and I went home to solve my problem.

As soon as I sat down at the table, my mother came:

Well, what's the problem?

Does not work.

But you've been sitting on it for two hours already! It's just awful what it is! They ask the children some puzzles!.. Well, let's show your problem! Maybe I can do it? I did finish college. So. “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B ...” Wait, wait, this task is familiar to me! Listen, you and your dad decided it last time! I remember perfectly!

How? - I was surprised. - Really? Oh, really, this is the forty-fifth task, and we were given the forty-sixth.

At this, my mother got very angry.

It's outrageous! Mom said. - It's unheard of! This mess! Where is your head?! What is she thinking about?!

About my friend and a little bit about me

Our yard was large. There were a lot of children walking in our yard - both boys and girls. But most of all I loved Lucy. She was my friend. She and I lived in neighboring apartments, and at school we sat at the same desk.

My friend Luska had straight yellow hair. And she had eyes! .. You probably won’t believe what her eyes were. One eye green as grass. And the other is completely yellow, with brown spots!

And my eyes were kind of grey. Well, just grey, that's all. Completely uninteresting eyes! And my hair was stupid - curly and short. And huge freckles on the nose. And in general, everything at Luska was better than mine. It's just that I was taller.

I was awfully proud of it. I really liked it when we were called in the yard "Big Lyuska" and "Lyuska Little".

And suddenly Lucy grew up. And it became unclear which of us is big and which is small.

And then she grew another half a head.

Well, that was too much! I was offended by her, and we stopped walking together in the yard. At school, I didn’t look in her direction, but she didn’t look in mine, and everyone was very surprised and said: “A black cat ran between the Lyuski,” and pestered us why we quarreled.

After school, I now did not go out into the yard. There was nothing for me to do there.

I wandered around the house and did not find a place for myself. In order not to be so bored, I stealthily, from behind the curtain, watched Luska play bast shoes with Pavlik, Petka and the Karmanov brothers.

At lunch and dinner, I now asked for more. I choked, but ate everything ... Every day I pressed the back of my head against the wall and marked my height on it with a red pencil. But strange thing! It turned out that I not only did not grow, but even, on the contrary, decreased by almost two millimeters!

And then summer came, and I went to a pioneer camp.

In the camp, I always remembered Luska and missed her.

And I wrote her a letter.

“Hello, Lucy!

How are you? I'm doing well. We have a lot of fun at camp. We have the River Vorya flowing nearby. It has blue water! And there are shells on the beach. I found a very beautiful shell for you. She is round and has stripes. She'll probably come in handy for you. Lucy, if you want, let's be friends again. Let them now call you big, and me small. I still agree. Please write me an answer.

With pioneer greetings!

Lucy Sinitsyna"

I've been waiting a whole week for an answer. I kept thinking: what if she doesn’t write to me! What if she never wants to be friends with me again! .. And when a letter finally arrived from Luska, I was so happy that my hands even trembled a little.

The letter said this:

“Hello, Lucy!

Thanks, I'm doing well. Yesterday my mother bought me wonderful slippers with a white edging. I also have a new big ball, you will swing right! Hurry up, come, otherwise Pavlik and Petka are such fools, it’s not interesting with them! Don't lose your shell.

With pioneer salute!

Lucy Kositsyna"

On that day, I carried Lucy's blue envelope with me until evening. I told everyone what a wonderful friend Lyuska I have in Moscow.

And when I returned from the camp, Lyuska, along with my parents, met me at the station. She and I rushed to hug ... And then it turned out that I had outgrown Luska by a whole head.

Book-baby "Visiting a fairy tale."

In MBDOU "Kindergarten No. 47" Yolochka "under the guidance of the teacher of the middle group" Cheerful guys "Galina Nikolaevna Obivalina, a family project" Creation of a baby book "Visiting a fairy tale" was organized. Fabulous stories invented by the parents of children about the amazing adventures and friendship of extraordinary characters.

Description of work: The collection includes author's fairy tales that can be used to read to children in kindergarten and at home. This material will be useful for educators and parents to organize the leisure of children. The material is intended for children 4-5 years old. Fairy tales can be used both in class activities and in other sensitive moments.

Star

Once upon a time there lived a little star in heaven. She was the most beautiful of all the children of the mother of the Star. Her older sisters and brothers did not love her, and her mother loved her very much. One day the star got sick. Mom was alarmed and decided to call the doctor immediately. The doctor was a clear Sun. It lived near the moon, and mother Zvezda asked the moon to go for it. The moon obeyed. The sun came to the family of the mother of the Star, said hello and said:
- I understand why your daughter is ill.
- Why? Mom asked.
“That’s what happens when there is no love,” Sunny replied.
Mom was annoyed that her older children did not like Zvezdochka, and she asked Dr. Sunshine:
- What do we do?
“We must love her,” said the doctor.
The stars obeyed the doctor and from that time began to live happily ever after.

The Tale of Kolobok and Grandfather

There lived a bun. Once he planted a grandfather on a stump, so the grandfather did not want to get off from there ...
Then the bun says:
- Grandpa, let's go for a walk!
And he answered him:
- Don't want.
- Do you want to eat something?
- Yes! Pie! - answered the grandfather.
"Then we'll have to go and look for him."
Grandfather agreed, got up, and the two of them went to look for pies.
Whether they walked for a long time, whether for a short time, they met an apple tree on the way.
Kolobok and asks:
- Apple tree, tell me
please, do you know where there are pies in our forest?
The apple tree answers:
- Eat my forest apple, then I'll tell you!

Grandfather was capricious:
- I don't want apples, I want pies!
“Then I’ll eat it,” says the gingerbread man.
He ate, and the apple tree said to him:
- You will go through the forest and see a milky river, jelly banks. Ask her there.
The gingerbread man thanked the river and they went on with their grandfather.
They walked and walked and suddenly the grandfather would cry:
- I'm tired, I'm thirsty!
Kolobok says:
- Be patient a little, the river is coming soon!
And the grandfather waited until the bun rolled away, and drank water from a puddle in which there was a hoof.
Gingerbread man looked around, looks, there is no grandfather, but a goat with a long beard is standing.
But there is nothing to do, they went on.
For a long time they walked like this and wandered into the very thicket, they look, there is a hut on chicken legs.
Kolobok says:
- Hut, turn your back to the forest, and front to us!

It turns out that a bone leg comes out of the hut of Baba Yaga and asks:
- Who are you and what are you doing in my forest?
Kolobok told her what had happened to them and asked Yagi for help.
- Well, - Baba Yaga answers, - I will help you.
You will reach the end of the forest, go out to the edge and see an oven with pies there. Her pies are tricky. You will talk politely with the stove, it will help you.
They found a stove. We greeted each other and talked about our grief.
Pechka says:
- I have magic cakes. With cabbage, jam and sausages. You, goat, you need to eat a pie with cabbage, and you, bun, with sausage.
And as soon as the goat ate the magic pie, he immediately became a normal grandfather, hardworking, kind and cheerful.
That's the end of the tale, and who listened - well done!

Rainy cloud history

rainy cloud
There was a small gray cloud in the sky. They called her a cloud - a wicked one. She had no friends because she made it rain all the time. And so the gray cloud wandered alone across the sky. Once a cloud flew over a small house with a beautiful garden. The cloud became interested in who lives there, and she stopped over the house, and immediately it began to rain. And suddenly an old woman ran out of this house, who was glad of the rain! The old woman smiled and shouted thanks to the cloud! And all because she was already old, and it was hard for her to carry watering cans with water to water the flowers. The cloud was glad that at least someone was happy about her rain, and began to fly to the house more often to help her grandmother water her favorite garden. The old woman thanked the cloud every time, and she flew away
satisfied in other places, and again returned. So the cloud - the angry one had a friend who was always happy for her!

As you sink, so you pop.

They lived - there was a grandfather and a woman, and they had three grandchildren. Once they asked their grandchildren to go to the forest for firewood. The brothers went out to the forest and dispersed in different directions. The eldest - Petya, went to the left, the youngest - Vova, to the right, and the middle Sasha went straight.
Petya comes and sees a huge pile of brushwood lying, he thinks: “Why should I try when everything is ready here, I’d better lie down in the shade, take a nap, and in the evening I will come and say that I prepared all this myself.
Vova walked through the forest for a long time, kicked cones, ate berries and got tired and decided to lie down to rest too. Sasha began to collect dry twigs and sticks and put them in a pile. So little by little, quietly, one bundle of brushwood turned out, then the second, and with a clear conscience he went home.
The eldest grandson had a good sleep, took a couple of branches and set off on his way back.
The middle one slept all the time, and when he woke up, he decided to return empty-handed.
Grandfather and grandmother meet their grandchildren and are surprised, the eldest carries several branches, the middle one is generally empty-handed, and the youngest two good bundles of brushwood. The old people did not expect such a result and decided to teach the lazy people a lesson. The grandfather says to them: “Well, granddaughters, thank you for your help. You surprised me a little. Well, okay, let’s go to the table, the grandmother has already prepared dinner there, probably, they are hungry, because they spent the whole day in the forest. The grandfather sees the disgruntled faces of Petya and Vova and says, “Why don’t you guys eat? As they say: as you stomp, so you will burst!
The grandfathers' brothers understood the lesson and decided never to deceive the elders and not be lazy again, because they are by example that nothing good will come of this.
They began to live, to live, and to make good, and to help the grandchildren of the elders!

The Tale of Spring and the Dwarves

Hardworking gnomes lived and lived in the dense forest. In winter, they usually worked and helped other inhabitants of the forest in search of food. They cleared the branches of trees from snow so that the sun's rays penetrated into the forest.
The dwarves really liked winter. But in February they began to miss the warm days. So they got together to call for Spring.
At the meeting, the dwarves thought about how it would be better to call Spring. One of the gnomes offered to sing a song about Spring. So that Spring will hear that she was praised, and she will be pleased.
Another dwarf suggested that he just go out and shout: “Spring! Come and warm us from sleep!
For a long time the dwarves thought about how it would be more correct for them to call Spring so that she would not be offended. In the end, they decided to go to Rechka for advice.
They asked the Spring River to call. She answers them: “I can’t call Spring. I need to break the ice first."
Then the gnomes decided that the Trees should help them. After all, they are the highest.
The trees rustle their leaves to them in response: “For Spring to notice us, we need to change our outfit. She will see us beautiful, and she herself will appear.
The gnomes began to ask the birds to call Spring.
The birds answer: “There are not enough of us birds in the forest. She won't hear us. Here our friends will return from the south, then we will call the whole choir. And Spring will come.
While the gnomes were looking for someone who would be able to call Spring to them, the ice melted on the river, young leaves began to appear on the trees, birds began to fly in from the south. The gnomes are basking in the sun and think that now the whole forest will call Spring.
They went back to the river and asked her: “River, the ice has gone off you, when will you call Spring?”
“I didn’t break the ice myself. A girl came and broke it!” the river answers.
The wisest of the dwarfs went out to the edge of the forest and said: "So Spring has already come, and we all want to call her."
And then a beautiful girl came out of the forest, whose name is Spring.

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	340653
Morozko	Russian traditional	227199
Aibolit	Korney Chukovsky	970044
Adventures of Sinbad the Sailor	Arabian tale	219927
Snowman	Andersen H.K.	127588
Moidodyr	Korney Chukovsky	960638
Ax porridge	Russian traditional	255133
The Scarlet Flower	Aksakov S.T.	1375186
Teremok	Russian traditional	372534
Fly Tsokotukha	Korney Chukovsky	1010766
Mermaid	Andersen H.K.	415067
Fox and crane	Russian traditional	202209
Barmaley	Korney Chukovsky	442649
Fedorino grief	Korney Chukovsky	744352
Sivka-Burka	Russian traditional	182645
Green oak near Lukomorye	Pushkin A.S.	749949
Twelve months	Samuil Marshak	782719
The Bremen Town Musicians	Brothers Grimm	268061
Puss in Boots	Charles Perrault	408383
The Tale of Tsar Saltan	Pushkin A.S.	619466
The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish	Pushkin A.S.	570331
The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Bogatyrs	Pushkin A.S.	279866
The Tale of the Golden Cockerel	Pushkin A.S.	235237
Thumbelina	Andersen H.K.	181443
The Snow Queen	Andersen H.K.	237002
Walkers	Andersen H.K.	28576
sleeping Beauty	Charles Perrault	95260
Little Red Riding Hood	Charles Perrault	223878
Tom Thumb	Charles Perrault	153309
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs	Brothers Grimm	157784
Snow White and Scarlet	Brothers Grimm	42100
The wolf and the seven Young goats	Brothers Grimm	133942
hare and hedgehog	Brothers Grimm	127053
Mrs. Metelitsa	Brothers Grimm	87411
sweet porridge	Brothers Grimm	182313
Princess on the Pea	Andersen H.K.	106840
Crane and Heron	Russian traditional	28232
Cinderella	Charles Perrault	304057
Tale of the Silly Mouse	Samuil Marshak	320168
Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves	Arabian tale	128611
Magic lamp of Aladdin	Arabian tale	214490
cat, rooster and fox	Russian traditional	121192
Hen Ryaba	Russian traditional	303134
fox and cancer	Russian traditional	86324
Sister fox and wolf	Russian traditional	76332
Masha and the Bear	Russian traditional	257120
The Sea King and Vasilisa the Wise	Russian traditional	83045
Snow Maiden	Russian traditional	52379
Three piglets	Russian traditional	1764655
ugly duck	Andersen H.K.	123099
Wild Swans	Andersen H.K.	53793
Flint	Andersen H.K.	72987
Ole Lukoye	Andersen H.K.	116358
The Steadfast Tin Soldier	Andersen H.K.	46172
Baba Yaga	Russian traditional	124746
Magic pipe	Russian traditional	126315
magic ring	Russian traditional	150522
Woe	Russian traditional	21423
Swan geese	Russian traditional	71993
Daughter and stepdaughter	Russian traditional	22711
Ivan Tsarevich and the Grey Wolf	Russian traditional	64564
Treasure	Russian traditional	46996
Kolobok	Russian traditional	157735
living water	Brothers Grimm	81663
Rapunzel	Brothers Grimm	131068
Rumplestiltskin	Brothers Grimm	42634
A pot of porridge	Brothers Grimm	75669
King Thrushbeard	Brothers Grimm	26049
little men	Brothers Grimm	57865
Hansel and Gretel	Brothers Grimm	31635
golden goose	Brothers Grimm	39356
Mrs. Metelitsa	Brothers Grimm	21420
Worn out shoes	Brothers Grimm	30869
Straw, coal and bean	Brothers Grimm	27434
twelve brothers	Brothers Grimm	21724
Spindle, hook and needle	Brothers Grimm	27370
Friendship of a cat and a mouse	Brothers Grimm	36467
Wren and bear	Brothers Grimm	27676
royal children	Brothers Grimm	22775
Brave little tailor	Brothers Grimm	34804
crystal ball	Brothers Grimm	60972
queen bee	Brothers Grimm	39273
Smart Gretel	Brothers Grimm	22068
Three lucky people	Brothers Grimm	21569
Three spins	Brothers Grimm	21332
Three snake leaves	Brothers Grimm	21449
Three brothers	Brothers Grimm	21407
glass mountain old man	Brothers Grimm	21416
Tale of the fisherman and his wife	Brothers Grimm	21419
underground man	Brothers Grimm	29778
Donkey	Brothers Grimm	23651
Ocheski	Brothers Grimm	21082
The Frog King, or Iron Henry	Brothers Grimm	21421
six swans	Brothers Grimm	24591
Marya Morevna	Russian traditional	43571
Miraculous miracle, wonderful miracle	Russian traditional	41792
two frosts	Russian traditional	38626
The most expensive	Russian traditional	32496
Miraculous shirt	Russian traditional	38765
frost and hare	Russian traditional	38421
How the fox learned to fly	Russian traditional	47238
Ivan the Fool	Russian traditional	35470
Fox and jug	Russian traditional	25809
bird tongue	Russian traditional	22397
soldier and devil	Russian traditional	21539
crystal mountain	Russian traditional	25338
Tricky Science	Russian traditional	27945
smart guy	Russian traditional	21654
Snow Maiden and Fox	Russian traditional	61208
Word	Russian traditional	21593
fast messenger	Russian traditional	21458
Seven Simeons	Russian traditional	21479
About the old grandmother	Russian traditional	23399
Go there - I don't know where, bring something - I don't know what	Russian traditional	50138
By pike command	Russian traditional	68121
Rooster and millstones	Russian traditional	21325
Shepherd's Pipe	Russian traditional	35985
petrified kingdom	Russian traditional	21570
About rejuvenating apples and living water	Russian traditional	35830
Goat Dereza	Russian traditional	33519
Ilya Muromets and the Nightingale the Robber	Russian traditional	27029
Cockerel and bean seed	Russian traditional	52909
Ivan - a peasant son and a miracle Yudo	Russian traditional	27594
Three Bears	Russian traditional	458656
Fox and black grouse	Russian traditional	22948
Tar barrel goby	Russian traditional	74226
Baba Yaga and berries	Russian traditional	36905
Battle on the Kalinov Bridge	Russian traditional	21562
Finist - Clear Falcon	Russian traditional	50465
Princess Nesmeyana	Russian traditional	131380
Tops and roots	Russian traditional	55713
Winter hut of animals	Russian traditional	40263
flying ship	Russian traditional	71219
Sister Alyonushka and brother Ivanushka	Russian traditional	36835
Cockerel golden comb	Russian traditional	44567
Zayushkina hut	Russian traditional	129897

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!