Read stories for children 3 years old. Educational bedtime stories for children. To see Baba Raya
Ekaterina Morozova
Reading time: 11 minutes
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It is difficult to definitively answer the question of which books are best to read with a three-year-old child, because even at this age children not only have different interests, but also differ from each other in intellectual development. Some people are already able to assimilate fairly long stories and novellas, while others are not interested in even short fairy tales and poems.
How do children perceive books at 3 years old?
As a rule, the different perceptions of books by three-year-old children depend on several factors:
- How used is the child to spending time with his parents and what are the benefits of joint activities with mom and dad for the baby?
- How psychologically ready is the child to perceive books?
- How much parents tried to instill in their child a love of reading.
Situations vary, as does the degree to which a child is ready to read together. The main thing for parents do not compare your child with others(“Zhenya already listens to “Buratino” and mine is not even interested in “Turnip”), but remember that each child has his own pace of development. But this does not mean that parents should give up and just wait until the child wants it. In any case, you need to work with your baby, starting with short poems and funny fairy tales. At the same time, the main goal should be not to “master” a certain volume of literature, but do everything to instill in your child an interest in reading.
Why should you read to your child?
With the development of modern technology, you can often hear the question: “Why read to a child?” Of course, a TV and a computer with educational programs are not a bad thing. But they still cannot be compared with a book read by their parents, primarily for the following reasons:
- Educational moment: Mom or dad, while reading a book, focus the child’s attention on episodes that are educationally important for their baby;
- Communication with parents, in which not only the child’s attitude to the world around him is formed, but also the ability to communicate with other people;
- Formation of the emotional sphere: the reaction to the intonations of the voice of the reading parent helps to develop in the child the ability to empathize, nobility, and the ability to perceive the world on a sensory level;
- Development of imagination and competent speech, broadening your horizons.
What do psychologists say?
Of course, each child is individual, and his perception of reading books will be individual. However, psychologists highlight several general recommendations that will help parents make shared reading not only enjoyable, but also productive:
- Reading books to the baby pay special attention to intonation, facial expressions, gestures: at the age of three, a child is not so much interested in the plot as in the actions and experiences of the characters; the child learns to react correctly to life situations.
- Clearly define good and bad deeds in a fairy tale, highlight good and bad heroes. At the age of three, a child clearly divides the world into black and white, and with the help of a fairy tale, the child now understands life and learns to behave correctly.
- Poems are an important element in shared reading. They develop speech and expand the child’s vocabulary.
- Among the huge variety of books in stores, not all are suitable for a baby. When choosing a book, pay attention to does the book carry a moral message, does the book have an instructive subtext. It is best to buy already tested, well-proven books.
10 Best Books for Children Aged 3
1. Collection of Russian folk tales “Once upon a time...”
This is a wonderful colorful book that will appeal not only to children, but also to their parents. The book includes not only fifteen of the most beloved Russian fairy tales by children, but also folk riddles, nursery rhymes, songs, and tongue twisters.
The world that a child learns through the relationships of fairy-tale heroes of Russian folklore becomes for him not only clearer and more colorful, but also kinder and fairer.
The book includes the following tales:“Ryaba Hen”, “Kolobok”, “Turnip”, “Teremok”, “Bubble, Straw and Bast Shot”, “Geese-Swans”, “Snow Maiden”, “Verlioka”, “Morozko”, “Sister Alyonushka and Brother Ivanushka” , “Sister Fox and the Gray Wolf”, “The Cockerel and the Bean Seed”, “Fear Has Big Eyes”, “Three Bears” (L. Tolstoy), “Cat, Rooster and Fox”.
Reviews from parents about the collection of Russian folk tales “Once upon a time”
Inna
This book is the best edition of famous Russian fairy tales that I have come across. The eldest daughter (she is three years old) immediately fell in love with the book for its wonderful colorful illustrations.
The tales are presented in the most folklore version, which is also attractive. In addition to the text of fairy tales, there are nursery rhymes, tongue twisters, riddles and sayings. I highly recommend it to all parents.Olga
Very good fairy tales in a wonderful presentation. Before this book, I couldn’t get my son to listen to Russian folk tales until I bought this book.
2. V. Bianchi “Fairy tales for kids”
Three-year-old children really like the stories and fairy tales of V. Bianchi. There is hardly a child who does not love animals, and Bianca’s books will therefore not only be interesting, but also very educational: the child will learn many interesting facts about nature and animals.
Bianca's fairy tales about animals are not just interesting: they teach goodness, teach how to be friends and help friends in difficult situations.
Reviews from parents about the book by V. Bianchi “Fairy Tales for Kids”
Larisa
My son really loves all kinds of spider bugs. We decided to try reading him a fairy tale about an ant who was hurrying home. I was afraid that he wouldn’t listen - he’s generally a fidget, but strangely enough he listened to the whole story. Now this book is our favorite. We read one or two fairy tales a day, he especially likes the fairy tale “Titmouse’s Calendar”.
Valeria
A very successful book in my opinion - a good selection of fairy tales, wonderful illustrations.
3. Book of fairy tales by V. Suteev
There is probably no person who does not know the fairy tales of V. Suteev. This book is one of the most complete collections ever published.
The book is divided into three sections:
1. V. Suteev - author and artist (his fairy tales, pictures and fairy tales written and illustrated by him are included)
2. Based on the scripts of V. Suteev
3. Fairy tales with illustrations by Suteev. (K. Chukovsky, M. Plyatskovsky, I. Kipnisa).
Parents' reviews of Suteev's book of fairy tales
Maria
I spent a long time choosing which edition of Suteev’s fairy tales to choose. I finally settled on this book, primarily because the collection includes many different fairy tales, not only by Suteev himself, but also by other authors with his illustrations. I was very pleased that the book included Kipnis’s fairy tales. Wonderful book, wonderful design, highly recommend it to everyone!
4. Korney Chukovsky “Seven best fairy tales for kids”
The name of Korney Chukovsky speaks for itself. This edition includes the most famous fairy tales of the author, on whom more than one generation of children grew up. The book is large in format, well and colorfully designed, the illustrations are very bright and entertaining. It will definitely appeal to the little reader.
Reviews from parents about the Seven best fairy tales for kids by Korney Chukovsky
Galina
I have always liked Chukovsky’s works - they are easy to remember, very bright and imaginative. After two readings already, my daughter began to quote entire sections from fairy tales by heart (before this, they had never wanted to learn them by heart).
5. G. Oster, M. Plyatskovsky “A kitten named Woof and other tales”
The cartoon about a kitten named Woof is loved by many children. It will be all the more interesting for kids to read this book.
The book combines under its cover fairy tales by two authors - G. Oster (“A Kitten Named Woof”) and M. Plyatskovsky with drawings by V. Suteev.
Despite the fact that the illustrations differ from the cartoon images, children will enjoy the selection of fairy tales.
Reviews from parents about the book “A Kitten Named Woof and Other Tales”Evgenia
We love this cartoon very much, which is why the book was a great success for us. Both daughter and son love fairy tale heroes. They love to quote short stories by heart (my daughter loves “The Secret Language”, my son prefers “Jump and Jump”). The illustrations, although different from the cartoon, also appealed to the children.
Anna:
Plyatskovsky's tales about the duckling Kryachik and other animals became a revelation for children; we read all the tales with pleasure. I would like to note the convenient format of the book - we always take it on the road.
6. D. Mamin-Sibiryak “Alyonushka’s Tales”
A bright and colorful book will introduce your child to children's classics. The artistic language of Mamin-Sibiryak’s fairy tales is colorful, rich and figurative.
The collection includes four fairy tales from the cycle “The Tale about Kozyavochka”, “The Tale about the Brave Hare”, “The Tale about Komar-Komarovich” and “The Tale about Voronushka-Black Head”.
Russian folk tale "Teremok"
There is a teremok-teremok in the field.
He is not short, not high, not tall.
A small mouse runs past. She saw the tower, stopped and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
Nobody responds.
The mouse entered the little mansion and began to live in it.
A frog-frog galloped up to the mansion and asked:
- I, little mouse! And who are you?
- And I'm a frog.
- Come live with me!
The frog jumped into the tower. The two of them began to live together.
A runaway bunny runs past. He stopped and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house? Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse!
- I, frog-frog. And who are you?
- And I’m a runaway bunny.
- Come live with us!
The hare hops into the tower! The three of them began to live together.
The little fox-sister is coming. She knocked on the window and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse.
- I, frog-frog.
- Me, the runaway bunny. And who are you?
- And I am a fox-sister.
- Come live with us!
The fox climbed into the mansion. The four of them began to live together.
A top came running - a gray barrel, looked at the door and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse.
- I, frog-frog.
- Me, the runaway bunny.
- Me, little fox-sister. And who are you?
- And I am a top - a gray barrel.
- Come live with us!
The wolf climbed into the mansion. The five of them began to live together.
Here they are all living in a little house, singing songs.
Suddenly a clubfoot bear walks past. The bear saw the tower, heard the songs, stopped and roared at the top of his lungs:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse.
- I, frog-frog.
- Me, the runaway bunny.
- Me, little fox-sister.
- I, the top - the gray barrel. And who are you?
- And I’m a clumsy bear.
- Come live with us!
The bear climbed into the tower.
He climbed and climbed and climbed and climbed - he just couldn’t get in and said:
“I’d rather live on your roof.”
- Yes, you will crush us!
- No, I won’t crush you.
- Well, climb up! The bear climbed onto the roof.
Just sat down - fuck! - crushed the tower. The tower crackled, fell on its side and completely fell apart.
We barely managed to jump out of it:
little mouse,
frog,
runaway bunny,
fox-sister,
top - gray barrel, all safe and sound.
They began to carry logs, saw boards, and build a new mansion. They built it better than before!
Russian folk tale "Kolobok"
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. So the old man asks:
- Bake me a bun for me, old lady.
- What should I bake it from? There is no flour.
- Eh, old woman! Mark the barn, scratch the branches - and you'll get it.
The old woman did just that: she swept it out, scraped two handfuls of flour, kneaded the dough with sour cream, rolled it into a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to dry.
The bun got tired of lying: he rolled from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor - and to the door, jumping over the threshold into the hallway, from the hallway to the porch, from the porch to the yard, and then through the gate, further and further.
The bun is rolling along the road, and a hare meets it:
- No, don’t eat me, scythe, but rather listen to what song I’ll sing for you.
The hare raised his ears, and the bun sang:
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scraped by the bones,
Mixed with sour cream,
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
From you, hare,
It's not smart to leave.
A bun rolls along a path in the forest, and a gray wolf meets him:
- Kolobok, Kolobok! I will eat you!
“Don’t eat me, gray wolf, I’ll sing you a song.”
And the bun sang:
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scraped by the bones,
Mixed with sour cream,
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare.
From you, wolf,
The bun is rolling through the forest, and a bear comes towards it, breaking brushwood, bending bushes to the ground.
- Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you!
- Well, where can you, clubfoot, eat me! Better listen to my song.
The gingerbread man began to sing, but Misha and his ears were barely able to sing.
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scraped by the bones,
Mixed with sour cream.
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare
I left the wolf
From you, bear,
Half-heartedly to leave.
And the bun rolled - the bear just looked after it.
The bun is rolling, and the fox meets it: “Hello, bun!” How handsome and rosy you are!
Kolobok is glad that he was praised and sang his song, and the fox listens and creeps closer and closer.
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scraped by the bones,
Mixed with sour cream.
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare
I left the wolf
Left the bear
From you, fox,
It's not smart to leave.
- Nice song! - said the fox. “The trouble is, my dear, that I’ve become old—I can’t hear well.” Sit on my face and sing it one more time.
Kolobok was delighted that his song was praised, jumped on the fox’s face and sang:
- I am a bun, a bun!..
And his fox - ah! - and ate it.
Russian folk tale "Three Bears"
One girl left home for the forest. She got lost in the forest and began to look for the way home, but didn’t find it, but came to a house in the forest.
The door was open: she looked through the door, saw that there was no one in the house, and entered.
Three bears lived in this house.
One bear had a father, his name was Mikhail Ivanovich. He was big and shaggy.
The other was a bear. She was smaller, and her name was Nastasya Petrovna.
The third was a little bear cub, and his name was Mishutka. The bears were not at home, they went for a walk in the forest.
There were two rooms in the house: one was a dining room, the other was a bedroom. The girl entered the dining room and saw three cups of stew on the table. The first cup, very large, was Mikhail Ivanychev's. The second cup, smaller, was Nastasya Petrovnina’s; the third, blue cup was Mishutkina.
Next to each cup lay a spoon: large, medium and small. The girl took the largest spoon and sipped from the largest cup; then she took the middle spoon and sipped from the middle cup; then she took a small spoon and sipped from a blue cup, and Mishutka’s stew seemed to her the best.
The girl wanted to sit down and saw three chairs at the table: one large - Mikhaily Ivanychev, another smaller - Nastasya Petrovnin and the third small, with a blue cushion - Mishutkin. She climbed onto a large chair and fell; then she sat down on the middle chair - it was awkward; then she sat down on a small chair and laughed - it was so good. She took the blue cup onto her lap and began to eat. She ate all the stew and began to rock on her chair.
The chair broke and she fell to the floor. She got up, picked up the chair and went to another room.
There were three beds there; one large - Mikhaily Ivanycheva, the other medium - Nastasya Petrovna, and the third small - Mishutkina. The girl lay down in the big one - it was too spacious for her; I lay down in the middle - it was too high; She lay down in the small bed - the bed was just right for her, and she fell asleep.
And the bears came home hungry and wanted to have dinner.
The big bear took his cup, looked and roared in a terrible voice: “Who drank in my cup?” Nastasya Petrovna looked at her cup and growled not so loudly:
- Who drank in my cup?
And Mishutka saw his empty cup and squeaked in a thin voice:
- Who sipped in my cup and sipped everything you did?
Mikhailo Ivanovich looked at his chair and growled in a terrible voice:
Nastasya Petrovna looked at her chair and growled not so loudly:
- Who was sitting on my chair and moved it from its place?
Mishutka saw his chair and squeaked:
—Who sat on my chair and broke it?
The bears came to another room.
“Who lay in my bed and rumpled it?” - Mikhailo Ivanovich roared in a terrible voice.
“Who lay in my bed and rumpled it?” - Nastasya Petrovna growled not so loudly.
And Mishenka set up a little bench, climbed into his crib and squealed in a thin voice:
-Who went to my bed?..
And suddenly he saw the girl and screamed as if he was being cut:
- Here she is! Hold it! Hold it! Here she is! Ay-yay! Hold it!
He wanted to bite her. The girl opened her eyes, saw the bears and rushed to the window. The window was open, she jumped out the window and ran away. And the bears did not catch up with her.
Russian folk tale "Zayushkina's hut"
Once upon a time there lived a fox and a hare. The fox has an ice hut, and the hare has a bast hut. Here the fox teases the hare:
- My hut is light, and yours is dark! I have a light one, and you have a dark one!
Summer has come, the fox's hut has melted.
The fox asks the hare:
- Let me go, little darling, to your yard!
- No, fox, I won’t let you in: why were you teasing?
The fox began to beg even more. The hare let her into his yard.
The next day the fox asks again:
- Let me, little bunny, onto the porch.
The fox begged and begged, the hare agreed and let the fox onto the porch.
On the third day the fox asks again:
- Let me go into the hut, little bunny.
- No, I won’t let you in: why were you teasing?
She begged and begged, the hare let her into the hut. The fox is sitting on the bench, and the bunny is sitting on the stove.
On the fourth day the fox again asks:
- Bunny, bunny, let me come to your stove!
- No, I won’t let you in: why were you teasing?
The fox begged and begged and begged for it - the hare let her go onto the stove.
A day passed, then another - the fox began to chase the hare out of the hut:
- Get out, scythe. I don't want to live with you!
So she kicked me out.
The hare sits and cries, grieves, wiping away his tears with his paws.
Dogs running past:
— Tuff, tuff, tuff! What are you crying about, little bunny?
- 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 to come to me and drove me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” the dogs say. “We’ll kick her out.”
- No, don’t kick me out!
- No, we'll kick you out! We approached the hut:
— Tuff, tuff, tuff! Get out, fox! And she told them from the stove:
- As soon as I jump out,
How will I jump out?
There will be shreds
Through the back streets!
The dogs got scared and ran away.
The bunny sits again and cries.
A wolf walks by:
-What are you crying about, little bunny?
- How can I not cry, gray wolf? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me and drove me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the wolf, “I’ll kick her out.”
- No, you won’t kick me out. They chased the dogs, but they didn’t drive them out, and you won’t drive them out.
- No, I'll kick you out.
- Uyyy... Uyyy... Get out, fox!
And she from the stove:
- As soon as I jump out,
How will I jump out?
There will be shreds
Through the back streets!
The wolf got scared and ran away.
Here the hare sits and cries again.
An old bear is coming.
-What are you crying about, little bunny?
- How can I, little 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 to come to me and drove me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the bear, “I’ll kick her out.”
- No, you won’t kick me out. The dogs chased and chased but did not drive him out, the gray wolf chased and chased him but did not drive him out. And you won't get kicked out.
- No, I'll kick you out.
The bear went to the hut and growled:
- Rrrrr... rrr... Get out, fox!
And she from the stove:
- As soon as I jump out,
How will I jump out?
There will be shreds
Through the back streets!
The bear got scared and left.
The hare sits again and cries.
A rooster is walking, carrying a scythe.
- Ku-ka-re-ku! Bunny, why are you crying?
- How can I, Petenka, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me and drove me out.
- Don’t worry, little bunny, I’ll chase the fox for you.
- No, you won’t kick me out. They chased the dogs but didn’t drive them out, the gray wolf chased them but didn’t drive them out, the old bear chased them and didn’t drive them out. And you won’t even be kicked out.
- No, I'll kick you out.
The rooster went to the hut:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
I'm on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to whip the fox
Get out of the oven, fox!
The fox heard it, got scared and said:
- I'm getting dressed...
Rooster again:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
I'm on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to whip the fox
Get out of the oven, fox!
And the fox says:
- I’m putting on a fur coat...
Rooster for the third time:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
I'm on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to whip the fox
Get out of the oven, fox!
The fox got scared, jumped off the stove and ran.
And the bunny and the rooster began to live and live.
Russian folk tale "Masha and the Bear"
Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a grandmother. They had a granddaughter Mashenka.
Once the girlfriends got together in the forest to pick mushrooms and berries. They came to invite Mashenka with them.
“Grandfather, grandmother,” says Mashenka, “let me go into the forest with my friends!”
Grandfather and grandmother answer:
“Go, just make sure you don’t lag behind your friends, otherwise you’ll get lost.”
The girls came to the forest and began picking mushrooms and berries. Here Mashenka - tree by tree, bush by bush - and went far, far away from her friends.
She started calling around and calling them. But my girlfriends don’t hear, they don’t respond.
Mashenka walked and walked through the forest - she got completely lost.
She came to the very wilderness, to the very thicket. He sees a hut standing there. Mashenka knocked on the door - no answer. She pushed the door, the door opened.
Mashenka entered the hut and sat down on a bench by the window. She sat down and thought:
“Who lives here? Why is no one visible?..”
And in that hut there lived a huge honey. Only he wasn’t at home then: he was walking through the forest. The bear returned in the evening, saw Mashenka, and was delighted.
“Yeah,” he says, “now I won’t let you go!” You will live with me. You will light the stove, you will cook porridge, you will feed me porridge.
Masha pushed, grieved, but nothing could be done. She began to live with the bear in the hut.
The bear goes into the forest for the whole day, and Mashenka is told not to leave the hut without him.
“And if you leave,” he says, “I’ll catch you anyway and then I’ll eat you!”
Mashenka began to think about how she could escape from the leading honey. There are forests all around, he doesn’t know which way to go, there’s no one to ask...
She thought and thought and came up with an idea.
One day a bear comes from the forest, and Mashenka says to him:
“Bear, bear, let me go to the village for a day: I’ll bring gifts for grandma and grandpa.”
“No,” says the bear, “you will get lost in the forest.” Give me some gifts, I'll take them myself!
And that’s exactly what Mashenka needs!
She baked pies, took out a big, big box and said to the bear:
“Here, look: I’ll put the pies in this box, and you take them to grandpa and grandma.” Yes, remember: don’t open the box on the way, don’t take out the pies. I’ll climb up the oak tree and keep an eye on you!
“Okay,” the bear answers, “give me the box!”
Mashenka says:
- Go out onto the porch and see if it’s raining!
As soon as the bear came out onto the porch, Mashenka immediately climbed into the box and placed a dish of pies on her head.
The bear returned and saw that the box was ready. He put him on his back and went to the village.
A bear walks between fir trees, a bear wanders between birch trees, goes down into ravines, and up hills. He walked and walked, got tired and said:
And Mashenka from the box:
- See see!
Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!
“Look, she’s so big-eyed,” says honey, “she sees everything!”
- I’ll sit on a tree stump and eat a pie!
And Mashenka from the box again:
- See see!
Don't sit on the tree stump, don't eat the pie!
Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!
The bear was surprised.
- How cunning she is! He sits high and looks far away!
He got up and walked quickly.
I came to the village, found the house where my grandfather and grandmother lived, and let’s knock on the gate with all our might:
- Knock-Knock! Unlock, open! I brought you some gifts from Mashenka.
And the dogs sensed the bear and rushed at him. They run and bark from all the yards.
The bear got scared, put the box at the gate and ran into the forest without looking back.
- What's in the box? - says the grandmother.
And grandfather lifted the lid, looked and couldn’t believe his eyes: Mashenka was sitting in the box, alive and healthy.
Grandfather and grandmother were delighted. They began to hug Mashenka, kiss her, and call her smart.
Russian folk tale "The Wolf and the Little Goats"
Once upon a time there lived a goat with kids. The goat went into the forest to eat silk grass and drink cold water. As soon as he leaves, the kids will lock the hut and won’t go out.
The goat comes back, knocks on the door and sings:
- Little goats, guys!
Open up, open up!
Milk runs along the tray.
From the notch up to the hoof,
From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!
The little goats will unlock the door and let their mother in. She will feed them, give them something to drink and go back into the forest, and the kids will lock themselves up tightly.
The wolf overheard the goat singing.
Once the goat left, the wolf ran to the hut and shouted in a thick voice:
- You, kids!
You little goats!
Lean back,
Open up
Your mother has come,
I brought milk.
The hooves are full of water!
The kids answer him:
The wolf has nothing to do. He went to the forge and ordered his throat to be reforged so that he could sing in a thin voice. The blacksmith reforged his throat. The wolf again ran to the hut and hid behind a bush.
Here comes the goat and knocks:
- Little goats, guys!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came and brought milk;
Milk runs down the drain,
From the notch up to the hoof,
From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!
The kids let their mother in and let us tell you how the wolf came and wanted to eat them.
The goat fed and watered the kids and strictly punished them:
“Whoever comes to the hut and asks in a thick voice so that he doesn’t go through everything that I’m chanting to you, don’t open the door, don’t let anyone in.”
As soon as the goat left, the wolf again walked towards the hut, knocked and began to lament in a thin voice:
- Little goats, guys!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came and brought milk;
Milk runs down the drain,
From the notch up to the hoof,
From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!
The kids opened the door, the wolf rushed into the hut and ate all the kids. Only one little goat was buried in the stove.
The goat comes. No matter how much she calls or laments, no one answers her. He sees that the door is open. I ran into the hut - there was no one there. I looked into the oven and found one little goat.
When the goat found out about her misfortune, she sat down on a bench and began to grieve and cry bitterly:
- Oh, my children, little goats!
To which they opened and opened,
Did you get it from the bad wolf?
The wolf heard this, entered the hut and said to the goat:
- Why are you sinning against me, godfather? I didn't eat your kids. Stop grieving, let's go into the forest and take a walk.
They went into the forest, and in the forest there was a hole, and in the hole a fire was burning.
The goat says to the wolf:
- Come on, wolf, let's try, who will jump over the hole?
They began to jump. The goat jumped over, and the wolf jumped and fell into a hot pit.
His belly burst from the fire, the kids jumped out of there, all alive, yes - jump to their mother!
And they began to live and live as before.
Russian folk tale "Geese and Swans"
Once upon a time there lived a husband and wife. They had a daughter, Mashenka, and a son, Vanyushka.
Once father and mother gathered in the city and said to Masha:
- Well, daughter, be smart: don’t go anywhere, take care of your brother. And we will bring you some gifts from the market.
So the father and mother left, and Masha sat her brother down on the grass under the window and ran outside to her friends.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, swan geese swooped in, picked up Vanyushka, put him on his wings and carried him away.
Masha returned, lo and behold, her brother was gone! She gasped, rushed here and there - Vanyushka was nowhere to be seen. She called and called, but her brother did not respond. Masha began to cry, but tears cannot help her grief. It’s her own fault, she must find her brother herself.
Masha ran out into the open field and looked around. He sees geese-swans darting in the distance and disappearing behind the dark forest.
Masha guessed that it was the swan geese that carried her brother away and rushed to catch up with them.
She ran and ran and saw a stove standing in the field. Masha to her:
- Stove, stove, tell me, where did the geese-swans fly?
“Throw some wood at me,” says the stove, “then I’ll tell you!”
Masha quickly chopped some firewood and threw it into the stove.
The stove told me which way to run.
He sees an apple tree, all hung with ruddy apples, its branches bent down to the ground. Masha to her:
- Apple tree, apple tree, tell me, where did the geese-swans fly?
- Shake my apples, otherwise all the branches are bent - it’s hard to stand!
Masha shook the apples, the apple tree raised its branches and straightened its leaves. Masha showed the way.
- The Milk River - the banks of jelly, where did the swan geese fly?
“A stone fell into me,” the river answers, “it prevents the milk from flowing further.” Move it to the side - then I’ll tell you where the geese and swans flew.
Masha broke off a large branch and moved the stone. The river began to gurgle and told Masha where to run, where to look for geese and swans.
Masha ran and ran and came running to a dense forest. She stood at the edge of the forest and doesn’t know where to go now, what to do. He looks and sees a hedgehog sitting under a tree stump.
“Hedgehog, hedgehog,” asks Masha, “have you seen where the geese and swans are flying?”
Hedgehog says:
- Wherever I swing, there you go too!
He curled up into a ball and rolled between the fir trees and birches. It rolled and rolled and rolled towards the hut on chicken legs.
Masha looks - Baba Yaga is sitting in that hut, spinning yarn. And Vanyushka is playing with golden apples near the porch.
Masha quietly crept up to the hut, grabbed her brother and ran home.
A little later, Baba Yaga looked out the window: the boy was gone! She called to the geese and swans:
- Hurry, geese-swans, fly in pursuit!
The swan geese took off, screamed, and flew.
And Masha runs, carrying her brother, but can’t feel her feet under her. I looked back and saw geese and swans... What should I do? She ran to the milk river - the banks of jelly. And the geese-swans scream, flapping their wings, catching up with her...
“River, river,” Masha asks, “hide us!”
The river planted her and her brother under a steep bank and hid her from the swan geese.
The geese-swans did not see Masha, they flew past.
Masha came out from under the steep bank, thanked the river and ran again.
And the swan geese saw her - they returned and flew towards her. Masha ran up to the apple tree:
- Apple tree, apple tree, hide me!
The apple tree covered it with branches and covered it with leaves. The geese-swans circled and circled, did not find Masha and Vanyushka and flew past.
Masha came out from under the apple tree, thanked her and started running again!
She runs, carrying her brother, and it’s not far from home... Yes, unfortunately, the geese-swans saw her again - and well, after her! They cackle, fly, flap their wings right over their heads - and just look, Vanyushka will be torn out of his hands... It’s good that the stove is nearby. Masha to her:
- Stove, stove, hide me!
The stove hid it and closed it with a damper. The swan geese flew up to the stove, let’s open the damper, but that didn’t happen. They stuck their heads into the chimney, but didn’t get into the stove; they only smeared their wings with soot.
They circled, circled, shouted, shouted, and came up empty-handed, and returned to Baba Yaga...
And Masha and her brother crawled out of the stove and set off home at full speed. She ran home, washed her brother, combed his hair, sat him down on a bench, and sat down next to him.
Soon the father and mother returned from the city and brought gifts.
Let's switch necks! - suggested the piglet Button to the giraffe Longhorn.
I will give you mine, and you will give me yours.
Why do you need my neck? - asked the giraffe.
It will come in handy - answered the piglet. - With a long neck, it’s easier to copy dictation in class.
Why else?
And in the cinema, you can see everything from anywhere.
Well, what else?
You can get apples from tall trees.
Uh-uh, no! - said Dolgovyazik.
I will need such a wonderful neck myself!
Fairy tale "Fisher Cat"
One day the Cat went to the river to fish and met the Fox at the very edge of the river. The Fox waved her fluffy tail and said in a honeyed voice:
Hello, godfather, fluffy cat! I see you are going to catch fish?
Yes, I want to bring some fish to my kittens.
The fox lowered her eyes and asked very quietly:
Maybe you can treat me to some fish too? Otherwise it’s all chickens and ducks.
The cat grinned:
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 wheezed. - Are you going fishing?
Yes, I want kittens
Well, will you throw me some fish, brother? Otherwise it’s all goats and sheep, goats and rams. I would like something lean!
The cat grinned:
OK. The first fish is for the Fox, and the second is for you!
Well done, brother! Thank you!
And the second one is mine! And the second one is mine! 
Suddenly a Bear came out of the thicket. I saw a cat with a fishing rod and roar:
Hey son! Are you fishing?
I want it for kittens.
Listen, son, won’t you give me, an old man, some fish? I love fish to death! Otherwise they are all bulls and cows with horns and hooves.
The cat grinned into his mustache and said:
I promised the first fish to the Fox, the second to the Wolf, and you will have the third.
Let it be the third, but only the biggest one!
The Cat walks ahead, the Fox skips behind him, the Wolf sneaks behind the Fox, and the Bear waddles behind everyone.
The first fish is awesome, mine! - the fox whispers.
And the second one is mine,” the Wolf mutters.
And the third one is mine! - Bear growls.
So everyone came to the river. The cat took off the bag, placed the bucket next to it, and began to unwind the fishing rod. The Fox, Wolf and Bear settled down in the bushes nearby: they are waiting for their share of the catch.
The cat put a worm on the hook, threw out the fishing rod, sat down comfortably and stared at the float. The friends in the bushes also don’t take their eyes off the float. Are waiting.
The fox whispers:
Catch, fish, big and small.
And suddenly the float shook. Lisa gasped:
Oh, my fish is biting!
The float danced and jumped on the water; circles ran from him in all directions.
Pull! Pull! Get my fish! - Lisa shouted. The cat got scared and pulled. The fish flashed silver and went under the water with a splash.
Lost it! - Wolf wheezed. “I hurried up, stupid, and started screaming.” Well, now it's my turn! Mine won't break!
The Cat put a new worm on the hook and cast the fishing rod again. The Wolf rubs his paws and says:
Catch the fish, big and big. Get caught.
Just then the float shuddered and began to walk on the water. The cat has already taken the rod into his paw.
Don't pull! - the Wolf growls. - Give the fish a stronger hold.
The cat let go of the fishing rod, and the float suddenly stopped immediately.
Now get it! - commanded the Wolf.
The cat pulled the fishing rod - a bare hook was dangling at the end of the line.
I waited,” Lisa giggled. - Your fish ate the whole worm!
The cat put a new worm on the hook and cast the fishing rod for the third time.
Well, now it's quiet! - the Bear barked. - If you scare away my fish, I’ll tell you!.. Here it is!!!
The entire float went under the water, the fishing line was stretched like a string: it was about to break.
Ho-ho! - the Bear rejoices. - That's mine! As I punished, the biggest!
The cat can barely stay on the shore: the fish will drag him into the water. A terrible, mustachioed muzzle has already appeared from the water. That's catfish!
I'm the first, it's mine!.. I won't give it!!! - the Fox suddenly squealed and rushed into the river.
Noooo, you're being naughty. Mine will be! - 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 tearing fish from each other. The bear didn’t think long and, with a running start, also fell into the water.
The water in the river is boiling like a cauldron. Every now and then someone's head will pop up: now a fox's, now a wolf's, now a bear's. It is unknown why they are fighting. The fish had already swam away a long time ago.
The cat grinned in his mustache, reeled in the fishing rod and went to look for another place, where it was quieter. 
Fairy tale "The Rabbit Who Was Not Afraid of Nobody"
Fame comes when you don't expect it. So she came to the gray rabbit Kocheryzhka, who one fine day became famous. That day, the rabbit Kocheryzhka met a Bear in the forest.
This is my tr-r-ropinka! - the Bear muttered, wanting to jokingly scare the rabbit. But Kocheryzhka didn’t even bat an ear, said hello and walked past as if nothing had happened.
The bear was even taken aback by surprise. That day, the Kocheryzhka rabbit collided with a Tiger on a suspension bridge.
Here I will show you! - The Tiger attacked the rabbit.
But the Kocheryzhka rabbit was not at all afraid. He just asked:
Is that what you said?
That day, the rabbit Kocheryzhka accidentally stepped on the paw of the Lion himself.
I'm going to crush you, little baby, in utter shock! - Lev growled menacingly.
Then he raised his hat, bowed and moved on. The tiger was even taken aback by such unheard-of audacity.
“I’m glad to see you,” said Kocheryzhka, smiled and patted the dumbfounded Lev on the back.
Eita's parrot saw and heard all this and chattered everywhere. Then the animals and birds began to praise in every possible way the rabbit Kocheryzhka, who is not afraid of anyone. No wonder they say that fame 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, Kocheryzhka! - the donkey Alphabet rushed towards him.
We have already renamed our Cabbage Street. It is now called “Street named after the Kocheryzhka rabbit.”
Wait! What are you saying? I hear nothing. Ah, I remembered! After all, yesterday I plugged my ears with cotton wool because the music behind the wall was preventing me from sleeping.
And the rabbit took the cotton wool out of his ears.
Now, it’s a completely different matter, I hear everything again. So what happened here? - he turned to the surprised donkey.
And then the donkey Alphabet understood why his friend Kocheryzhka was not afraid of either the Bear, or the Tiger, or even the Lion himself. He just didn’t hear their terrible threats. Or maybe he heard and wasn’t afraid? Who knows? But they did not rename the street. That's what it's called now - Kocheryzhkina Street. And when Kocheryzhka’s grandchildren pass along the street, they usually rush after them:
Look! There come the grandchildren of that same rabbit who was not afraid of anyone!
Fairy tale "Sister Fox and the Wolf"
From the collection of A.N. Afanasyev "Russian children's fairy tales"
Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. One day the grandfather says to the woman:
You, woman, bake pies, and I will harness the sleigh and go after the fish.
He caught fish and is taking a whole load home. So he drives and sees: a fox curled up and lying on the road.
Grandfather got off the cart, went up to the fox, but she didn’t stir, she lay there as if dead.
- This will be a gift for my wife! - said the grandfather, took the fox and put it on the cart, and he himself walked ahead.
And that’s all the fox needs: she began to lightly throw everything out of the cart, one fish after another, one fish after another. She threw away all the fish and left.
Well, old woman, says the grandfather, what a collar I brought for your fur coat!
There, on the cart, are both fish and a collar.
A woman approached the cart: no collar, no fish, and began to scold her husband:
Oh you, so-and-so! You still decided to deceive!
Then the grandfather realized that the fox was not dead. I grieved and grieved, but there was nothing to do.
Meanwhile, the fox collected all the scattered fish into a pile, sat down on the road and eats for itself.
A gray wolf comes to her:
Hello, sister! Give me some fish!
Catch it yourself and eat it.
I can't!
Hey, I caught it! Go to the river, lower your tail into the hole, sit and say: “Catch, fish, both small and large! Catch, little fish, both small and great! The fish itself hangs on your tail and attaches itself.
The wolf ran to the river, lowered his tail into the hole, sat and said:
Catch, fish, big and small!
And the frost 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 ice hole for water, saw a wolf and shouted:
Wolf, wolf! Beat him!
The wolf goes back and forth, cannot pull out its tail. The woman threw the buckets and began to hit him with the yoke. Beat and beat, the wolf was eager and eager, tore off his tail and took off running.
A wolf is running, and a fox is running towards him, his head is bandaged with a scarf.
So, - the wolf cries, - did you teach me how to fish? They beat me up and tore off my tail!
Oh, little top! - says the fox. “They only tore off your tail, but they smashed my whole head.” I'm dragging my feet!
And that’s true, says the wolf. - Where should you go, fox? Get on me, I'll take you.
A fox rides on a wolf and chuckles: “The beaten one carries the unbeaten.” The wolf has neither reason nor sense! 
Fairy tale "Fox with a rolling pin"
Russian folktale
The fox was walking along the path and found a rolling pin. She picked it up and moved on. She came to the village and knocked on the hut:
Knock - knock - knock!
It's cramped without you.
Yes, I won’t displace you: I’ll lie down on the bench myself, my tail under the bench, the rolling pin under the stove.
They let her in.
So she lay down on the bench herself, her tail under the bench, the rolling pin under the stove. Early in the morning the fox got up, burned her rolling pin, and then asked:
Where's my rolling pin? Give me some chicken for her!
Man - there's nothing to do! - I gave her a chicken for a rolling pin. The fox took the chicken and walked and sang:
A fox walked along the path,
I found a rolling pin
For the rolling pin
I took the chicken!
She came to another village:
Knock - knock - knock!
Me, little fox-sister! Let me spend the night!
It's cramped without you.
Yes, I won’t push you aside: I’ll lie down on the bench myself, tail under the bench, chicken under the stove.
They let her in. The little fox lay down on the bench, her tail under the bench, and the chicken under the stove. Early in the morning the fox slowly got up, grabbed the chicken, ate it, and then said:
Where's my chicken? Give me a piece for it!
Nothing can be done, the owner had to give her a piece of chicken for the chicken.
The fox took the goose and walked and sang:
A fox was walking along the path.
I found a rolling pin
She took the chicken by the rolling pin,
I took a piece for the chicken!
In the evening she came to the third village:
Knock - knock - knock!
Me, little fox-sister! Let me spend the night!
It's cramped without you.
Yes, I won’t push you aside: I’ll lie down on the bench myself, tail under the bench, little bit under the stove.
They let her in. The little fox lay down on the bench, its tail under the bench, and its little tail under the stove. In the morning, just before it was light, the fox jumped up, grabbed the goose, ate it and said:
Where's my goose? Give me the girl for her!
And it’s a pity to give the girl away to the man. He put a big dog in a bag and gave it to the fox:
Take the girl, fox!
So the fox took the bag, went out onto the road and said:
Girl, sing songs!
And how the dog in the bag growls! The fox got scared, threw the bag - and ran... Then the dog jumped out of the bag - and followed her! The fox ran away from the dog, ran and scurried under a tree stump into a hole. Sits there and says:
My ears, my ears! What did you do?
We all listened.
What were you doing, little legs?
We all ran.
And you, little eyes?
We all looked.
What about you, tail?
And I kept stopping you from running.
And you kept getting in the way! 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 Bean Seed"
Russian folktale
Once upon a time there lived a cockerel and a hen. The cockerel was in a hurry, and the hen said:
Petya, take your time. Petya, don’t rush.
Once a cockerel pecked bean seeds in a hurry and choked. He's choked, can't breathe, looks like he's lying dead. The chicken got scared, rushed to the owner, shouting:
Oh, hostess, quickly give me some butter to lubricate the neck: he choked on a bean grain.
Run quickly to the cow, ask her for milk, and then I’ll whip up some butter.
The chicken rushed to the cow.
Cow, my dear, give me some milk quickly, the hostess will make butter out of the milk, I’ll lubricate the cockerel’s neck with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
Go quickly to the owner. Let him bring me some fresh grass.
The chicken runs to its owner.
Master! Quickly give the cow fresh grass, she will give milk, the hostess will make butter from the milk, I will lubricate the cockerel’s neck with butter: he has choked, he lies not breathing.
Run quickly to the blacksmith for a scythe.
The chicken ran as fast as she could to the blacksmith.
Blacksmith, quickly give the owner a good scythe. The owner will give the cow grass, the cow will give milk, the hostess will give me butter, I will lubricate the cockerel’s neck: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
The blacksmith gave the owner a new scythe, the owner cut fresh grass, the cow gave milk, the hostess churned butter, and gave butter to the chicken. The chicken greased 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 who bit"
The beaver ran to the badger and asked:
Is your footprint on the edge?
My! - answers the badger.
Well, I congratulate you! The fox is following your trail.
Where is it going? - the badger was scared.
Here he comes!
Maybe this is not your trail yet,” said the beaver.
Not mine. This is a mouse's footprint. It's behind him, that means the fox...
“Is it good to pester big ones?” asked the fox, grabbed the beaver and threw it away. The beaver fell straight into the hollow among the forest bees.
“I don’t eat honey,” the beaver said quickly. He's nasty.
The bees became indignant and rushed at the beaver.
No, no,” the beaver corrected himself, “the honey is wonderful, 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 from behind the tree shook his fist at the badger.
Uh-uh... - said the cowardly badger, - run wherever you want. Go. Go for a 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 had already crept up very close. The mouse came out into the clearing, and there was a hut.
A hare sits in the window, drinks tea.
“Hey, little mouse,” said the hare, “and behind your back you have this... what’s his name... red fox.”
Where? - the mouse was happy.
He turned around, saw the fox and shouted:
Yeah! Gotcha biting! 
And the mouse rushed at the fox. The fox was at first confused, but then he finally grabbed the mouse. And then a bear looked out of the window.
What's happened? - he asked.
“Oh... it’s nothing!” answered the hare. “They beat the fox.”
The fox got scared of the bear and let the mouse go. And the mouse hit the fox right in the nose.
The beaver and the badger watched from behind a bush behind this whole scene and “cheered” for the mouse.
Eh! That's not how you should have hit it! - said the beaver.
But as? - asked the badger.
Beaver showed how.
Get this of yours away from me!” the fox shouted and backed away from the mouse.
Finally the fox couldn't stand it anymore and ran away. The mouse chased him. The beaver and badger also gave chase. But the fox ran so fast that he was not caught.
“Don’t be afraid of him,” the mouse said to his friends. “If anything happens, call me.”
And they all sang a song together:
We are walking through the forests in a good mood.
Whoever wants to offend us will get a slap in the mustache himself.
Fairy tale "Different Wheels"
There is a stump, on the stump there is a little tower. And in the little house live the Mushka, the Frog, the Hedgehog and the Golden Scallop Cockerel. One day they went into the forest to pick flowers, mushrooms, and 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, another is a larger one, the third is a medium one, and the fourth is a big, very large wheel. The cart has apparently been standing for a long time: mushrooms are growing under it. Mushka, Frog, Hedgehog and Cockerel are standing, looking and surprised. Then the Hare jumped out of the bushes onto the road, also looking and laughing.
Is this your cart? - they ask the Hare.
No, this is the Bear's cart. He did it and did it, didn’t finish it and abandoned it. Here she stands. 
“Let’s take the cart home,” said the Hedgehog. It will be useful on the farm.
“Come on,” said the others.
Everyone began to push the cart, but it wouldn’t go: all its wheels were different.
Again the Hedgehog guessed:
Let's take everything one wheel at a time.
Let's!
They took the wheels off the cart and drove home: the Fly is a small wheel, the Hedgehog is a larger one, the Frog is a medium one... And the Cockerel jumped onto the largest wheel, moves his legs, flaps his wings and shouts:
Ku-ka-re-ku!
The hare laughs: “Here are the weirdos, different wheels are rolling home!”
Meanwhile, Mushka, Hedgehog, Frog and Cockerel rolled the wheels home and wondered: what to do with them?
“I know,” said Mushka, and took the smallest wheel and made a spinning wheel. The hedgehog attached two sticks to his wheel and the car came out.
“I came up with the same idea,” said the Frog, and she attached a larger wheel to the well so that it would be easier to get water. And Cockerel lowered the big wheel into the stream, set up the millstones and built a mill. 
All the wheels on the farm were useful: The fly spins threads on a spinning wheel, The Frog carries water from the well and waters the garden, The Hedgehog carries mushrooms, berries, and firewood from the forest in a wheelbarrow. And the Cockerel is grinding flour at the mill. Once the Hare came to them to see their life.
And he was received as a dear guest: Mushka knitted him mittens, Frog treated him to carrots from the garden, Hedgehog to mushrooms and berries, and Cockerel to pies and cheesecakes. The Hare felt ashamed.
Forgive me, he says, I laughed at you, but now I see that in skillful hands, different wheels can come in handy.
Fairy tale "Mitten"
Russian folktale
The grandfather was walking through the forest, and a dog was running after him. Grandfather walked and walked and dropped his mitten. Here is a mouse running, got into this mitten and says:
This is where I will live.
And at this time the frog is jumping-jumping! asks:
Who, who lives in a mitten?
Scratching mouse. And who are you?
And I'm a jumping frog. Let me go too!
There are already two of them. The 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 in too!
Go. There are already three of them. 
The fox runs:
Who, who lives in a mitten?
A scratching mouse, a jumping frog and a running bunny. And who are you?
And I am a fox-sister. Let me in too!
There are already four of them sitting there. Lo and behold, the top runs - and also towards the mitten, and asks: - Who, who lives in the mitten?
A scratching mouse, a jumping frog, a running bunny and a little fox sister. And who are you?
And I am a top - a gray barrel. Let me in too!
Well, go!
This one got in too, and there were already five of them. Out of nowhere, a boar wanders:
Hro-hro-hro, who lives in a mitten?
A scratching mouse, a jumping frog, a running bunny, a little fox-sister and a top - a gray barrel. And who are you?
And I'm a tusker boar. Let me in too! Here's the problem, everyone's gotta play it safe.
You won't even fit in!
I’ll get in somehow, let me in!
Well, what can you do, climb!
This one got in too. There are already six of them. And they are so cramped that they can’t turn around! And then the branches began to crack: a bear crawls out and also approaches the mitten, roaring:
Who, who lives in a mitten?
A scratching mouse, a jumping frog, a running bunny, a little fox-sister, a gray barrel top and a tusker boar. And who are you?
Gu-gu-gu, there are too many of you here! And I am a bear-father. Let me in too!
How can we let you in? It's already cramped.
Yes somehow!
Well, go ahead, just from the edge!
This one got in too - there were seven of us, and it was so crowded that his mitten was about to tear. Meanwhile, the grandfather missed it - there was no mitten. He then returned to look for her. And the dog ran forward. She ran and ran and looked - the mitten was lying there and moving. The dog then: - Woof-woof-woof! The animals got scared, escaped from the mitten - and scattered through the forest. And grandfather came and took the mitten.
Fairy tale "Straw bull, tar barrel"
Russian folktale
Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. They lived poorly. They had neither a goat nor a chicken. So grandma says to grandpa:
Grandfather, make me a straw bull and tar it.
Why do you need such a bull? - the grandfather was surprised.
Do it, I know why.
Grandfather made a bull out of straw and tarred it. The next morning, the woman drove the bull out into the meadow to graze, and she went home. Then a bear comes out of the forest. I saw a bull, approached him and asked:
Who are you?
If you are made of tar, give me straw to patch up your torn side.
Take it! - says the bull.
The bear grabs him by the side - and he’s stuck and can’t tear his paw off. 
Meanwhile, the woman looked out the window and to her grandfather:
Grandfather, the bull caught a bear for us.
The grandfather jumped out, pulled the bear away and threw it into the cellar. The next day the woman again drove the bull out into the meadow to graze, and she went home. Then 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 tar, give me some tar to tar the side, otherwise the dogs will strip it.
The wolf wanted to tear off the resin, but it stuck. And the woman looked out the window and saw that the bull was dragging a wolf. I told my grandfather quickly. And the grandfather put the wolf in the cellar.
The next day the woman took the bull to graze again. This time the fox came running to the bull.
Who are you? - the fox asks the bull.
I am a straw bull, a tar barrel.
Give me a little straw, little bull, to put on my side, otherwise the dogs almost took my skin off.
The fox also stuck. Grandfather put the fox in the cellar. And the next day they caught the bunny too.
So the grandfather sat down by the cellar and began to sharpen the knife. And the bear asks him:
Grandfather, why are you sharpening the knife?
I want to skin you and sew you down to a sheepskin coat.
Oh, don’t destroy it, set it free, and I’ll bring you honey. The grandfather let the bear go, and he continued to sharpen the knife.
Grandfather, why are you sharpening the knife? - asks the wolf.
I’ll skin you and sew your hats.
Oh, let me go, grandfather, I’ll bring you some sheep.
The grandfather let the wolf go, but he continued to sharpen the knife. The fox stuck out its muzzle and asked:
Grandfather! Why are you sharpening your knife?
Oh, your fox skin for the collar is beautiful.
Don’t ruin me, grandpa, I’ll bring you geese.
Grandfather, why are you sharpening your knife now?
Bunnies have soft, warm skin - they make good mittens.
Don't ruin me! I'll bring you some beads and ribbons, let me go free. Grandfather let him go too.
The next morning, just before dawn, someone knocks on their door. Grandfather looked out - and the bear had brought a whole beehive of honey. Grandfather took the honey, just lay down, and at the door again: knock-knock! The grandfather came out - and it was the wolf who had driven the sheep. Soon the fox brought chickens, geese and all sorts of birds. And the bunny brought beads, earrings, and ribbons. That’s why both grandfather and woman are happy. They have healed well since then.
Fairy tales are poetic stories about extraordinary events and adventures involving fictional characters. In modern Russian, the concept of the word “fairy tale” has acquired its meaning since the 17th century. Until that point, the word "fable" was supposedly used in this meaning.
One of the main features of a fairy tale is that it is always based on an invented story, with a happy ending, where good defeats evil. The stories contain a certain hint that enables the child to learn to recognize good and evil and to comprehend life through clear examples.
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Reading fairy tales is one of the main and important stages on your child’s path to life. Various stories make it clear that the world around us is quite contradictory and unpredictable. By listening to stories about the adventures of the main characters, children learn to value love, honesty, friendship and kindness.
Reading fairy tales is useful not only for children. Having grown up, we forget that in the end good always triumphs over evil, that all adversity is nothing, and a beautiful princess is waiting for her prince on a white horse. It’s quite easy to give a little good mood and plunge into a fairy-tale world!
Russian folk tale "Teremok"
There is a teremok-teremok in the field.
He is not short, not high, not tall.
A small mouse runs past. She saw the tower, stopped and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
Nobody responds.
The mouse entered the little mansion and began to live in it.
A frog-frog galloped up to the mansion and asked:
- I, little mouse! And who are you?
- And I'm a frog.
- Come live with me!
The frog jumped into the tower. The two of them began to live together.
A runaway bunny runs past. He stopped and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house? Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse!
- I, frog-frog. And who are you?
- And I’m a runaway bunny.
- Come live with us!
The hare hops into the tower! The three of them began to live together.
The little fox-sister is coming. She knocked on the window and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse.
- I, frog-frog.
- Me, the runaway bunny. And who are you?
- And I am a fox-sister.
- Come live with us!
The fox climbed into the mansion. The four of them began to live together.
A top came running - a gray barrel, looked at the door and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse.
- I, frog-frog.
- Me, the runaway bunny.
- Me, little fox-sister. And who are you?
- And I am a top - a gray barrel.
- Come live with us!
The wolf climbed into the mansion. The five of them began to live together.
Here they are all living in a little house, singing songs.
Suddenly a clubfoot bear walks past. The bear saw the tower, heard the songs, stopped and roared at the top of his lungs:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse.
- I, frog-frog.
- Me, the runaway bunny.
- Me, little fox-sister.
- I, the top - the gray barrel. And who are you?
- And I’m a clumsy bear.
- Come live with us!
The bear climbed into the tower.
He climbed and climbed and climbed and climbed - he just couldn’t get in and said:
“I’d rather live on your roof.”
- Yes, you will crush us!
- No, I won’t crush you.
- Well, climb up! The bear climbed onto the roof.
Just sat down - fuck! - crushed the tower. The tower crackled, fell on its side and completely fell apart.
We barely managed to jump out of it:
little mouse,
frog,
runaway bunny,
fox-sister,
top - gray barrel, all safe and sound.
They began to carry logs, saw boards, and build a new mansion. They built it better than before!
Russian folk tale "Kolobok"
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. So the old man asks:
- Bake me a bun for me, old lady.
- What should I bake it from? There is no flour.
- Eh, old woman! Mark the barn, scratch the branches - and you'll get it.
The old woman did just that: she swept it out, scraped two handfuls of flour, kneaded the dough with sour cream, rolled it into a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to dry.
The bun got tired of lying: he rolled from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor - and to the door, jumping over the threshold into the hallway, from the hallway to the porch, from the porch to the yard, and then through the gate, further and further.
The bun is rolling along the road, and a hare meets it:
- No, don’t eat me, scythe, but rather listen to what song I’ll sing for you.
The hare raised his ears, and the bun sang:
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scraped by the bones,
Mixed with sour cream,
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
From you, hare,
It's not smart to leave.
A bun rolls along a path in the forest, and a gray wolf meets him:
- Kolobok, Kolobok! I will eat you!
“Don’t eat me, gray wolf, I’ll sing you a song.”
And the bun sang:
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scraped by the bones,
Mixed with sour cream,
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare.
From you, wolf,
The bun is rolling through the forest, and a bear comes towards it, breaking brushwood, bending bushes to the ground.
- Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you!
- Well, where can you, clubfoot, eat me! Better listen to my song.
The gingerbread man began to sing, but Misha and his ears were barely able to sing.
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scraped by the bones,
Mixed with sour cream.
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare
I left the wolf
From you, bear,
Half-heartedly to leave.
And the bun rolled - the bear just looked after it.
The bun is rolling, and the fox meets it: “Hello, bun!” How handsome and rosy you are!
Kolobok is glad that he was praised and sang his song, and the fox listens and creeps closer and closer.
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scraped by the bones,
Mixed with sour cream.
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare
I left the wolf
Left the bear
From you, fox,
It's not smart to leave.
- Nice song! - said the fox. “The trouble is, my dear, that I’ve become old—I can’t hear well.” Sit on my face and sing it one more time.
Kolobok was delighted that his song was praised, jumped on the fox’s face and sang:
- I am a bun, a bun!..
And his fox - ah! - and ate it.
Russian folk tale "Three Bears"
One girl left home for the forest. She got lost in the forest and began to look for the way home, but didn’t find it, but came to a house in the forest.
The door was open: she looked through the door, saw that there was no one in the house, and entered.
Three bears lived in this house.
One bear had a father, his name was Mikhail Ivanovich. He was big and shaggy.
The other was a bear. She was smaller, and her name was Nastasya Petrovna.
The third was a little bear cub, and his name was Mishutka. The bears were not at home, they went for a walk in the forest.
There were two rooms in the house: one was a dining room, the other was a bedroom. The girl entered the dining room and saw three cups of stew on the table. The first cup, very large, was Mikhail Ivanychev's. The second cup, smaller, was Nastasya Petrovnina’s; the third, blue cup was Mishutkina.
Next to each cup lay a spoon: large, medium and small. The girl took the largest spoon and sipped from the largest cup; then she took the middle spoon and sipped from the middle cup; then she took a small spoon and sipped from a blue cup, and Mishutka’s stew seemed to her the best.
The girl wanted to sit down and saw three chairs at the table: one large - Mikhaily Ivanychev, another smaller - Nastasya Petrovnin and the third small, with a blue cushion - Mishutkin. She climbed onto a large chair and fell; then she sat down on the middle chair - it was awkward; then she sat down on a small chair and laughed - it was so good. She took the blue cup onto her lap and began to eat. She ate all the stew and began to rock on her chair.
The chair broke and she fell to the floor. She got up, picked up the chair and went to another room.
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There were three beds there; one large - Mikhaily Ivanycheva, the other medium - Nastasya Petrovna, and the third small - Mishutkina. The girl lay down in the big one - it was too spacious for her; I lay down in the middle - it was too high; She lay down in the small bed - the bed was just right for her, and she fell asleep.
And the bears came home hungry and wanted to have dinner.
The big bear took his cup, looked and roared in a terrible voice: “Who drank in my cup?” Nastasya Petrovna looked at her cup and growled not so loudly:
- Who drank in my cup?
And Mishutka saw his empty cup and squeaked in a thin voice:
- Who sipped in my cup and sipped everything you did?
Mikhailo Ivanovich looked at his chair and growled in a terrible voice:
Nastasya Petrovna looked at her chair and growled not so loudly:
- Who was sitting on my chair and moved it from its place?
Mishutka saw his chair and squeaked:
—Who sat on my chair and broke it?
The bears came to another room.
“Who lay in my bed and rumpled it?” - Mikhailo Ivanovich roared in a terrible voice.
“Who lay in my bed and rumpled it?” - Nastasya Petrovna growled not so loudly.
And Mishenka set up a little bench, climbed into his crib and squealed in a thin voice:
-Who went to my bed?..
And suddenly he saw the girl and screamed as if he was being cut:
- Here she is! Hold it! Hold it! Here she is! Ay-yay! Hold it!
He wanted to bite her. The girl opened her eyes, saw the bears and rushed to the window. The window was open, she jumped out the window and ran away. And the bears did not catch up with her.
Russian folk tale "Zayushkina's hut"
Once upon a time there lived a fox and a hare. The fox has an ice hut, and the hare has a bast hut. Here the fox teases the hare:
- My hut is light, and yours is dark! I have a light one, and you have a dark one!
Summer has come, the fox's hut has melted.
The fox asks the hare:
- Let me go, little darling, to your yard!
- No, fox, I won’t let you in: why were you teasing?
The fox began to beg even more. The hare let her into his yard.
The next day the fox asks again:
- Let me, little bunny, onto the porch.
The fox begged and begged, the hare agreed and let the fox onto the porch.
On the third day the fox asks again:
- Let me go into the hut, little bunny.
- No, I won’t let you in: why were you teasing?
She begged and begged, the hare let her into the hut. The fox is sitting on the bench, and the bunny is sitting on the stove.
On the fourth day the fox again asks:
- Bunny, bunny, let me come to your stove!
- No, I won’t let you in: why were you teasing?
The fox begged and begged and begged for it - the hare let her go onto the stove.
A day passed, then another - the fox began to chase the hare out of the hut:
- Get out, scythe. I don't want to live with you!
So she kicked me out.
The hare sits and cries, grieves, wiping away his tears with his paws.
Dogs running past:
— Tuff, tuff, tuff! What are you crying about, little bunny?
- 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 to come to me and drove me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” the dogs say. “We’ll kick her out.”
- No, don’t kick me out!
- No, we'll kick you out! We approached the hut:
— Tuff, tuff, tuff! Get out, fox! And she told them from the stove:
- As soon as I jump out,
How will I jump out?
There will be shreds
Through the back streets!
The dogs got scared and ran away.
The bunny sits again and cries.
A wolf walks by:
-What are you crying about, little bunny?
- How can I not cry, gray wolf? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me and drove me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the wolf, “I’ll kick her out.”
- No, you won’t kick me out. They chased the dogs, but they didn’t drive them out, and you won’t drive them out.
- No, I'll kick you out.
- Uyyy... Uyyy... Get out, fox!
And she from the stove:
- As soon as I jump out,
How will I jump out?
There will be shreds
Through the back streets!
The wolf got scared and ran away.
Here the hare sits and cries again.
An old bear is coming.
-What are you crying about, little bunny?
- How can I, little 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 to come to me and drove me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the bear, “I’ll kick her out.”
- No, you won’t kick me out. The dogs chased and chased but did not drive him out, the gray wolf chased and chased him but did not drive him out. And you won't get kicked out.
- No, I'll kick you out.
The bear went to the hut and growled:
- Rrrrr... rrr... Get out, fox!
And she from the stove:
- As soon as I jump out,
How will I jump out?
There will be shreds
Through the back streets!
The bear got scared and left.
The hare sits again and cries.
A rooster is walking, carrying a scythe.
- Ku-ka-re-ku! Bunny, why are you crying?
- How can I, Petenka, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me and drove me out.
- Don’t worry, little bunny, I’ll chase the fox for you.
- No, you won’t kick me out. They chased the dogs but didn’t drive them out, the gray wolf chased them but didn’t drive them out, the old bear chased them and didn’t drive them out. And you won’t even be kicked out.
- No, I'll kick you out.
The rooster went to the hut:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
I'm on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to whip the fox
Get out of the oven, fox!
The fox heard it, got scared and said:
- I'm getting dressed...
Rooster again:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
I'm on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to whip the fox
Get out of the oven, fox!
And the fox says:
- I’m putting on a fur coat...
Rooster for the third time:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
I'm on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to whip the fox
Get out of the oven, fox!
The fox got scared, jumped off the stove and ran.
And the bunny and the rooster began to live and live.
Russian folk tale "Masha and the Bear"
Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a grandmother. They had a granddaughter Mashenka.
Once the girlfriends got together in the forest to pick mushrooms and berries. They came to invite Mashenka with them.
“Grandfather, grandmother,” says Mashenka, “let me go into the forest with my friends!”
Grandfather and grandmother answer:
“Go, just make sure you don’t lag behind your friends, otherwise you’ll get lost.”
The girls came to the forest and began picking mushrooms and berries. Here Mashenka - tree by tree, bush by bush - and went far, far away from her friends.
She started calling around and calling them. But my girlfriends don’t hear, they don’t respond.
Mashenka walked and walked through the forest - she got completely lost.
She came to the very wilderness, to the very thicket. He sees a hut standing there. Mashenka knocked on the door - no answer. She pushed the door, the door opened.
Mashenka entered the hut and sat down on a bench by the window. She sat down and thought:
“Who lives here? Why is no one visible?..”
And in that hut there lived a huge honey. Only he wasn’t at home then: he was walking through the forest. The bear returned in the evening, saw Mashenka, and was delighted.
“Yeah,” he says, “now I won’t let you go!” You will live with me. You will light the stove, you will cook porridge, you will feed me porridge.
Masha pushed, grieved, but nothing could be done. She began to live with the bear in the hut.
The bear goes into the forest for the whole day, and Mashenka is told not to leave the hut without him.
“And if you leave,” he says, “I’ll catch you anyway and then I’ll eat you!”
Mashenka began to think about how she could escape from the leading honey. There are forests all around, he doesn’t know which way to go, there’s no one to ask...
She thought and thought and came up with an idea.
One day a bear comes from the forest, and Mashenka says to him:
“Bear, bear, let me go to the village for a day: I’ll bring gifts for grandma and grandpa.”
“No,” says the bear, “you will get lost in the forest.” Give me some gifts, I'll take them myself!
And that’s exactly what Mashenka needs!
She baked pies, took out a big, big box and said to the bear:
“Here, look: I’ll put the pies in this box, and you take them to grandpa and grandma.” Yes, remember: don’t open the box on the way, don’t take out the pies. I’ll climb up the oak tree and keep an eye on you!
“Okay,” the bear answers, “give me the box!”
Mashenka says:
- Go out onto the porch and see if it’s raining!
As soon as the bear came out onto the porch, Mashenka immediately climbed into the box and placed a dish of pies on her head.
The bear returned and saw that the box was ready. He put him on his back and went to the village.
A bear walks between fir trees, a bear wanders between birch trees, goes down into ravines, and up hills. He walked and walked, got tired and said:
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And Mashenka from the box:
- See see!
Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!
“Look, she’s so big-eyed,” says honey, “she sees everything!”
- I’ll sit on a tree stump and eat a pie!
And Mashenka from the box again:
- See see!
Don't sit on the tree stump, don't eat the pie!
Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!
The bear was surprised.
- How cunning she is! He sits high and looks far away!
He got up and walked quickly.
I came to the village, found the house where my grandfather and grandmother lived, and let’s knock on the gate with all our might:
- Knock-Knock! Unlock, open! I brought you some gifts from Mashenka.
And the dogs sensed the bear and rushed at him. They run and bark from all the yards.
The bear got scared, put the box at the gate and ran into the forest without looking back.
- What's in the box? - says the grandmother.
And grandfather lifted the lid, looked and couldn’t believe his eyes: Mashenka was sitting in the box, alive and healthy.
Grandfather and grandmother were delighted. They began to hug Mashenka, kiss her, and call her smart.
Russian folk tale "The Wolf and the Little Goats"
Once upon a time there lived a goat with kids. The goat went into the forest to eat silk grass and drink cold water. As soon as he leaves, the kids will lock the hut and won’t go out.
The goat comes back, knocks on the door and sings:
- Little goats, guys!
Open up, open up!
Milk runs along the tray.
From the notch up to the hoof,
From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!
The little goats will unlock the door and let their mother in. She will feed them, give them something to drink and go back into the forest, and the kids will lock themselves up tightly.
The wolf overheard the goat singing.
Once the goat left, the wolf ran to the hut and shouted in a thick voice:
- You, kids!
You little goats!
Lean back,
Open up
Your mother has come,
I brought milk.
The hooves are full of water!
The kids answer him:
The wolf has nothing to do. He went to the forge and ordered his throat to be reforged so that he could sing in a thin voice. The blacksmith reforged his throat. The wolf again ran to the hut and hid behind a bush.
Here comes the goat and knocks:
- Little goats, guys!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came and brought milk;
Milk runs down the drain,
From the notch up to the hoof,
From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!
The kids let their mother in and let us tell you how the wolf came and wanted to eat them.
The goat fed and watered the kids and strictly punished them:
“Whoever comes to the hut and asks in a thick voice so that he doesn’t go through everything that I’m chanting to you, don’t open the door, don’t let anyone in.”
As soon as the goat left, the wolf again walked towards the hut, knocked and began to lament in a thin voice:
- Little goats, guys!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came and brought milk;
Milk runs down the drain,
From the notch up to the hoof,
From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!
The kids opened the door, the wolf rushed into the hut and ate all the kids. Only one little goat was buried in the stove.
The goat comes. No matter how much she calls or laments, no one answers her. He sees that the door is open. I ran into the hut - there was no one there. I looked into the oven and found one little goat.
When the goat found out about her misfortune, she sat down on the bench and began to grieve and cry bitterly:
- Oh, my children, little goats!
To which they opened and opened,
Did you get it from the bad wolf?
The wolf heard this, entered the hut and said to the goat:
- Why are you sinning against me, godfather? I didn't eat your kids. Stop grieving, let's go into the forest and take a walk.
They went into the forest, and in the forest there was a hole, and in the hole a fire was burning.
The goat says to the wolf:
- Come on, wolf, let's try, who will jump over the hole?
They began to jump. The goat jumped over, and the wolf jumped and fell into a hot pit.
His belly burst from the fire, the kids jumped out of there, all alive, yes - jump to their mother!
And they began to live and live as before.
