Children's fairy tale the main character is an ear of corn. Fried corn - Fairy tale. Read the story Fried Corn

WEEDING

The story of corn sprouts.

Grandfather and Grandma planted corn. The rains passed, the sun warmed, and green sprouts poked out of the ground. It was still raining and the sun warmed up - sprouts grew up. There are many of them, and each stretches higher, clings stronger with its roots. There are sprouts in bunches, each bunch has its own relationships and conversations, although the law is common for all - corn.
Closely sprouts, crowded in groups of three, four, five and six. Who is more impudent, but stronger - he has placed his roots closer to the Sun and under the ground stronger than his neighbor. And the neighbor is also trying to keep up. Well, whoever didn’t get a place under the sun is frail and weak, but also lives and draws juices from the earth ... And we must already think about the future - about heavy corn cobs.
Here, in one heap, a sprout spoke up, from mediocre ones:

Brothers, how long will this disgrace continue! There is not enough sun for everyone, there is not enough water, there is also not enough food from the earth.
- That's right, disgrace, let's file a protest, we will complain about such a landing ... Where is the promised living space? - the neighbor of a mediocre, frail sprout responded.
A tall, strong sprout said solidly:
- In the end, we must demand water, fertilizers and an increase in the solar time of the day.
From the next group they shouted:
- They say there will be weeding! Two in a pile will be left. Then the Earth and the sun will suffice.
- Weeding! Weeding!? How is that!? Leave the most worthy on the field!? sprouts roared all over the field.
- That's right, that's right - the solid sprouts responded, having managed to gain weight in their heaps.
“There is something in this decision,” said the smaller sprouts.
- That's how it is, but, perhaps, this is not a way out - squeaked scumbags. But no one really listened to them.
Grandfather and Grandmother came to the field and weeding came ...
Grandfather's hand reached out to the pile, and there were three sprouts, two strong and one thinner. The thin man trembled and showed his neighbors his roots. The sturdy ones congratulated each other on a worthy weeding.
And here is a bunch of five sprouts. And they are all the same - green and pretty. Everyone screams:
- I, I'm the best. I'll give you the best cobs! Me, I need to be left!
A hand was stretched out, roots flashed, one of the remaining said to the other:
- I told you I'm the best. … Well, so do you.
In the next pile, two strong, two mediocre and one thin. The sturdy ones condescendingly explained to the rest:
- Weeding is a very good measure in our life, we are for weeding.
And suddenly, what is it, the hand pulled out a mediocre, frail and STRONG one! Grandma made a mistake. Leaving the ground, the strong one shouted:
- Injustice! Neighbor needs to be weeded! Neighbor!
The neighbor remained standing under the Sun and said to another lucky man:
- That's real justice. I congratulate you, worthy neighbor, and you congratulate me!
Then the Hand climbed into another pile, either six or seven sprouts subdued there, and everyone thought that it was he who would have to leave the company. Here a hand grabbed one, he shouted: “Farewell, brothers!” But the hand changed its mind and grabbed the other. When there were only two things left of the pile, the spared sprout thought, spreading its roots in the ground:
- What's the matter? After all, I felt how power seized me, but then left me to live ... Something, probably, is in me, it’s clear that I have some kind of high destiny. I need to think about my future life path, but why did they leave this green joyful blockhead next to me? ..
And the old man said to his grandmother:
- Oh, and we launched the field with you, the old one, got tired of going, but that’s okay, we’ll go through four more rows, and let’s go and have a rest ... And the corn will take its toll, we will collect another good harvest.
Indeed, autumn came, the grandfather and the woman gathered a decent crop of corn. As you sink, so you pop.
Farm Novonekrasovsky. 90s.

Information for parents: Fried Corn is a fairy tale written by the famous writer Gianni Rodari. It tells about the kingdom of Murlandia, which was ruled by a king named Akualberto Five Thousandth. Soon he was turning sixty years old and he wanted to receive something different from previous presents as a gift. So the courtiers prepared a very unusual gift for him. The tale "Fried Corn" is written in a very exciting way and will interest children aged 6 to 9 years. You can also read a fairy tale before going to bed.

Read the story Fried Corn

Once upon a time there was a king in Murlandia named Akualberto Five Thousandth. But he was so greedy that everyone called him Penny. He never even put on a crown - he was afraid that it would fall and split. He was fifty-nine years old, in other words, less than a year sixty.
A few months before his birthday, he ordered to call the chief minister, Count Cunning, and so he said to him:
- Listen, Sly, in a few months I will be exactly sixty years old, and the people, of course, will want to give me a present. I do not want to know in advance what will be presented to me. Otherwise, there will be no surprise, and without a surprise, what a joy in a gift. But I don't need such stupid gifts as in previous years.
- Your Majesty, but last year we gave you a wonderful golden crown.
- She was only on top of pure gold.
- And the two wonderful white horses?
- They were two donkeys whose ears were cut off so that they looked like horses.
- And the silver carriage that you got for your birthday three years ago?
- Yes, it was impossible to turn around in it!
The Chief Minister realized that it was dangerous to ask any more questions. The king looked angrily at the chief minister and said:
- OK then. Now tell me what you're going to give this time.
- Your Majesty, if I say - there will be no surprise, but the most delicious cake is a surprise.
- And you say so that I guessed, but did not understand.
It was not for nothing that the Chief Minister was called Sly. He came up with something. After a pause, he said:
“Your Majesty, the people, presumably, would like to give you a statue.
- Great, wonderful! From bronze?
“That, Your Majesty, I cannot tell you.
- Of marble?
- Hot, hot!
- Oak? Warm, warm!
- No, I don't want oak. Otherwise people will say that I have an oak head.
- Your Majesty, do not worry. You will have the most beautiful statue of all.
And will she look like me?
- As two drops of water.
- Then I will give you, I will give ...
- What, your majesty?
- Gold ring.
- Oh, thank you, your majesty!
- But I will give only a hole from the ring. I'll keep the ring for myself. After all, this is a gift from my grandfather Akualberto Four thousandth.
- Thank you for that too.
The sly one bowed low to the king and set off to fulfill his promise.
And I must tell you that a few days before this, the count was out hunting. On the way, he became very hungry and turned to refresh himself at the Talking Cricket tavern, which stood at the very edge of the forest.

And as soon as he sat down at the table, a man entered with such a face that the count was dumbfounded.
- Who are you?
- I am the owner of the tavern, the cook and the servant.
- All at once? asked the Count.
- All at once.
- Do you know that you are like two drops of water similar to His Majesty Akualberto the Five Thousandth?
- I?! Yes you! I look like my father, a blacksmith from Venice.
- A blacksmith?! But Venice is on the water. There is not a single horse there - only boats. To whom does he nail horseshoes? Well, your father was a weirdo!
- That and other people said that he was an eccentric. Peasants from all the surrounding villages came to see him. On horses.

Ah, now it's clear. Well, have you ever seen our great king?
- Never.
You look remarkably like him. You can take my word for it - I'm his chief minister.
During dinner, Count Khitryuga learned that the cook, servant and at the same time the owner of the tavern was called Angiolone, but he had long been given the nickname "Fried Corn"
“Listen, Angiolone,” said the Count at last.
- Listen, Your Excellency.
- How much do you earn?
Let me count, Your Majesty. Six by eight - forty-eight ... We skip nine. So, one marengo (as gold coins were called in ancient Italy), two, three marengos a week. If there is no rain.
- And if there is?
- Then less. In heavy rain, few people go hunting. And this is where most of the hunters come in.
- If you do everything as I say, you will earn twenty marengo a week.
- Twenty?
- Yes, yes, exactly twenty. And you will have to do this… - He leaned over and whispered something in Anjolone's ear.
Angiolone said
- Now I will repeat. I need to memorize everything. Now I remember.
Excellent, - said Count Khitryuga. - First, take ten marengo.
It's the king's birthday. In the morning the whole kingdom was awakened by the ringing of bells and the roar of gun salvos. All the cannons of the kingdom fired in honor of the sixtieth birthday of the king.
Ordinary people counted volleys: one volley - one marengo, two volleys - two marengos. We poor fellows will have to pay another sixty marengos of tax to the royal treasury. The king himself was awakened by a discordant chorus of voices. Ministers, courtiers, generals and their children sang:

Congratulations to the king.
Trawl-trawl.

Enough, enough! shouted Akualberto. I can't stand this stupid song! I'm awake, I'm ready. Where is the gift?
“In the square, your Majesty,” said Count Khitryuga.

Akualberto ran to the window. In the middle of the square stood a statue, and a gilded veil was thrown over it.
- That's her?
- She.
- Quickly give shoes, stockings, a mantle!
“We must wear the crown today, Your Majesty.
But if it rains, she will get wet.
“The sun is shining outside, Your Majesty.
- Then it will get very hot and melt.
- On your birthday, your majesty, you are supposed to wear a crown.
- All right, - the king said with a sigh, - carry the crown.
In the meantime, people gathered on the square to see what kind of statue Count Khitryuga had decided to give to the king for his hard-earned money.
“I hope it will be made of wood,” one said.
- If not from wood, then at least from stone, - said the second.
- If not from stone, then at least from marble, - said the third.
- If only not from gold!
- exclaimed the fourth.
The chief minister bowed to the king and asked him to remove the veil himself.
Before the veil had fallen at the feet of the king, everyone exclaimed in unison:
- Oooooh!
- Shut up! the king shouted angrily. - I was the first to say “OOOO!”. The statue is more magnificent, more beautiful than I expected. Sly, you deserve a reward. The statue was truly magnificent. She portrayed the king in full growth. In his right hand he held a scepter, and he raised his left to the sky, as if he wanted to say: "I am beautiful as the sun."
The king immediately recognized his clothes.
“This is the robe I wore last year. And these are my pants, in which I go hunting.
The Chief Minister only smiled slyly.
- And how he looks like me! - the king did not get tired of admiring. - My nose, my eyes, my mustache. And my complexion. But how did you manage to paint the statue so skillfully? So it's made of wood?
- No, your majesty.
- Of bronze?
- You didn't guess, Your Majesty.
- Of silver?
- No, your majesty.
- Really... made of gold?
- No, your majesty. This is a living statue.
- How is it alive?
“Look, your Majesty, she is breathing,” said Count Cunning.
- Yes, yes, she breathes and even moves! exclaimed the king.
Here the “living” statue raised its hand in greeting.
“She can speak, Your Majesty,” said Count Cunning.
The statue opened its mouth and spoke in a loud voice:
- A hundred years of life to you, the great king of Murland Akualberto Five thousandth!
Everyone applauded in unison.

You, of course, already guessed that it was Angiolone. He agreed to be a statue for the love of money. But now he saw that he was greeted by a crowd of people, and was seriously proud.
So King Akualberto Five Thousand, nicknamed Penny, received an extraordinary gift - a living statue.
It was noon and everyone went to eat.
Only Angiolone remained in the square. Count Khitryuga did not spend money in vain.
By strict agreement, Angiolone had to stand in the square.
By strict agreement, Angiolone had to stand in the square from sunrise to sunset. And at night he could calmly get off the pedestal and satisfy his hunger, because at night in Murlandia everyone slept, even the guards and watchmen.
The first time everything went as well as possible.
Every morning the king came to admire the statue, and Angiolone greeted him from above: "Good morning, great king of Murland."
But one day this happened.
One hunter, who had been in the forest for several weeks and was now returning to his home, rode a horse across the square. He saw a living statue ... looked closely and exclaimed in great amazement:
- Angiolone! What are you doing here, Angiolone?
- Please, be quiet.
- Shut up? Why should I be silent? What are you, crazy? What's on your head?
- Crown.
- Why do you suddenly need a crown? II why did you climb up there?
- For God's sake, go away.

A townsman passed by.
- What's happened? he asked the hunter.
- And then it happened that Angiolone went crazy.
- Angiolone? What else Angiolone?
- Yes, the owner of the Talkative Cricket. It is also called "Fried Corn".
- Why fried?
- Because he only likes fried corn and certainly with grated cheese
In the meantime, many people had gathered around the living statue. They all started laughing at Angiolone and shouting to him: "Corn fried! .. corn fried! .."
At first, Angiolone endured the ridicule patiently. But when the boys began to throw stones at him, Angiolone could not stand it, got down from the pedestal, firmly clutched the lead scepter in his right hand and chased the impudent boys, trying to hit them on the back.
But the boys deftly dodged and shouted even louder: “Fried corn! ..”
Finally Angiolone got tired and wanted to climb the podium again, but changed his mind at the last moment.
“I want to roast in the sun all day and even listen to the ridicule of these tomboys. And besides, I haven’t eaten grilled corn with cheese in a long time.”
In short, he threw his scepter, mantle, and crown on the ground and returned to his tavern, the Talking Cricket.
The king was told that the statue had been stolen by an evil wizard sent by Moorlandia's enemy King Leo the Tenth of Brisland.
But no one told him. that since then the people have nicknamed him "Corn Corn". And the king himself, until the last day of his life, thought that in the history books he would be called the Great.

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Tale of the Yao people

red corn

Have you ever heard of red corn? Didn't you hear? Well, listen.

Everything that is told here happened a long time ago, even when my grandfather's grandfather was a boy.

So, a long time ago they lived in a small village, which even now huddles in the mountains of Shanjiao, mother and son. The son's name was Lansheng, and he was a stately and handsome young man. Well, what about mother? Well, it’s not for nothing that the proverb says: the river does not flow back, a person cannot return youth. Lansheng's mother was old. Yes, it would be nothing. Too bad her eyes couldn't tell light from dark. She has been blind for ten years now.

So Lansheng had to work for two. He dug up edible roots in the mountains and collected brushwood for sale. That is how they lived.

Once he sold two huge bundles of brushwood in the market, and with the proceeds he bought two handfuls of rice.

“Enough for my mother and me tonight, tomorrow - for the morning,” Lansheng thought and went home.

And he didn’t go halfway, he sees - an old, elderly woman is sitting by the side of the road and weeping bitterly.

What's wrong with you, grandma? Lansheng asks.

Oh, granddaughters, - the old woman answers, - I fell, I hurt my leg on a sharp stone.

Lansheng tore off a piece of his shirt and bandaged the old lady's leg.

The old woman tried to get up, screamed and fell again.

Looks like I'll have to carry you on my back! Lansheng said. “Where do you live?”

On top of that mountain over there, - the old woman answered and pointed to the east.

Lansheng had to go in the other direction - straight to the west. But he didn't say anything. He put the old woman on her back and carried her.

Walked for a long time. He went down into the gorge, crossed the turbulent river ford, climbed the steep mountain path. Sweat rolls off him, and yet Lansheng brought the old woman to her poor hut on the very top of the mountain.

The old woman lived alone. She has neither a son nor a daughter. Lansheng took pity on her, untied his bag of rice, poured everything that was in it onto the table and said:

Here you are, grandma, some rice. I don't have anything else myself.

Thank you, granddaughter, - said the old woman. - Sit here, wait. I'll give you a present too.

And she hobbled out of the hut into the yard. And when she returned, even the shadow of the young man had already disappeared. Apparently, Lansheng thought so: “The poor person gives from a pure heart, but he has nothing to give besides his heart.” So he did not wait for the old woman, set off on his way back.

Walks along mountain paths - all down and down. Not a breeze among the rocks, the sun bakes. Lansheng felt hot and thirsty. He listened - somewhere not far away a stream babbles. The young man went in that direction. The water in the stream is clear, runs over the pebbles, coolness blows from it ...

Lansheng bent down to scoop up a handful of water, looking - what is it! - a corncob floats right in his palm. Lansheng pulled it out and was surprised: where does such corn grow? Not white and not yellow, but completely red, like the sun at sunset. And each grain is the size of a nut. He tried this corn - sweet as honey! He chewed three grains and ate. But Lansheng hadn't eaten anything since last night.

I'm lucky, - he said. - I'll take the corn home. Enough food for many days.

And suddenly he felt ashamed. He thought, “Not my cob. In each of its grains there is a drop of sweat from the one who grew this corn. We must return it to the owner."

The water flows down, which means that the corn floated from above. Lansheng had to climb the mountain again.

He walked and walked and saw a woman who was tearing grass, right, to feed the pigs.

Lansheng asks:

Elder sister, isn't this your cob?

What are you, - the woman answers, - white corn grows on my field. I have never heard of red corn.

Lansheng reached the cornfield. He looked to the left - no one, looked to the right - the peasant breaks ripe cobs and throws them into a wicker basket.

Elder brother, - says Lansheng, - just look - is this your cob?

No, - the peasant answers, - my corn is yellow, and you show me the red one. I have never seen red corn. It doesn't grow in our area.

Lansheng raised his head - is it still far to the top of the mountain? Oh, far! And there is nothing to do, you have to go. He went.

The stream brought him - where would you think? - to a familiar place, to a familiar hut. And a familiar old woman came out to meet him, the same one that he carried on his back.

Tell me, grandmother, - asks Lansheng, - is this your cob?

Mine, the old woman replies.

So take it. Just don't get angry, I got hungry, I ate three grains.

That's good, - says the old woman. - I sent you this ear of water as a gift. Well, since you're back, stay with me xs..b a little.

Lansheng was very tired. Thought and thought and agreed.

The old woman cooked the rice that Lansheng had left for her. They ate and went to bed.

As soon as the sun appeared from behind the mountains, the old woman woke up Lansheng and said:

Help me loosen the earth. Let's plant corn.

Lansheng began to swing his hoe - the earth flies to the sides in clods. Lansheng loosened a large piece of the field, and the old woman planted only one grain in the middle of the field.

Lansheng was surprised, he wanted to ask the old woman why she did this, but then he had to be even more surprised. The earth stirred at his feet, the lumps parted and a sprout climbed up. It stretches before our eyes, throws out the leaves, sways from the breeze.

Before the sun had reached the middle of the sky, the corn stalk had already begun to sprout. A large cob, red grains stick out of it. The corn is about to ripen.

Suddenly there was a sound of wings. Lansheng looked up at the sky - it was the phoenix descending, the king of birds himself, with golden feathers.

Phoenix grabbed the cob with its claws, broke it off the stem and soared up. Only they saw him.

Lansheng was upset, he almost burst into tears from annoyance. And the old woman consoles him:

Don't worry, granddaughter. We'll plant more tomorrow. The next morning they again threw a grain of corn into the ground. The stalk stretched even higher, the cob poured even more fully. Lansheng had already reached out to pick it off. But then a phoenix fell from the sky like a stone, grabbed the cob and carried it away.

Lansheng shook his fist at the phoenix. And the old woman smiles.

Do not be angry, - he says. - No wonder the phoenix is ​​​​a magical bird. You think - he is doing badly, but you look - everything turned out to be good.

No," said Lansheng, "I won't give up even a single cob again.

And on the third day everything was the same as on the first day and on the second. Only Lansheng was already at the ready. When the phoenix flew in, the youth firmly grasped the stem with both hands. Phoenix pulls the stem towards itself, Lansheng - towards itself. Then the phoenix pulled the stem, pulled it out of the ground along with the root and soared up to the clouds.

The phoenix carries a stalk, and Lansheng hangs on the stalk. The young man looked down - wow, how high! From the ground, the old woman waves her hand to him:

Farewell, granddaughters, sow corn at home, it will bring you happiness.

The phoenix flies, the wind whistles in Lansheng's ears. The young man is scared, he closed his eyes, but still he thinks: “Even if you take me to the ends of the world, I won’t give up the corn!”

Suddenly he feels - the phoenix began to descend. Lansheng opened his eyes - right below them was his native hut.

The phoenix placed Lanypan at the threshold of the hut, waved his golden wings and flew away.

And the young man pressed the precious cob to his chest and entered the house.

The hearth in the hut burns merrily. The mother sits by the hearth and weaves a basket. Nearby, an unfamiliar girl is embroidering a silk belt with bright threads.

Mother raised her head... What a marvel! Her gaze is clear, her eyes glow with joy, she sees Lansheng and sees a white day. Mother has matured!

Lansheng rushed to her, and she rushed to Lansheng.

Son! - said the mother. - There are three joys in our house. And the phoenix brought all three. I went out on the threshold, I hear - the wings rustle and something fell at my feet. I picked it up, felt it - a corncob. She ate a grain and suddenly saw the sun and a golden phoenix. On the second day - yesterday it was - the phoenix again flew in and threw a corncob at my feet. The cob hit the ground, became a beautiful girl. Here she is sitting by the hearth, my named daughter, a faithful assistant.

The mother took the girl by the hand and led her to Lansheng. The girl glanced at the young man, then blushed softly and lowered her eyelashes.

Admired by her beauty and Lansheng. I would look like that until my eyes hurt! He barely took his eyes off her and asked his mother:

Both joys are great, but you said there are three joys in our house...

Well, son, - answered the mother, - the greatest joy is that you returned alive and healthy. Why should I see the light if you are not by my side.

From that day on, Lansheng lived happily ever after. He married a beautiful girl and could look at her as much as he wanted. And the mother looked at both of them and could not get enough of it.

All three of them loosened the field behind the house, and each threw a red corn into the ground.

Lansheng distributed the rest of the grains to his neighbors. The whole village sowed red corn. Well, the harvest has been harvested! Nobody has seen this!

Heard about the amazing corn Tusy - the ruler of that area - and got angry. How dare the peasants sow red corn without his permission! How dare, without asking him, to harvest such a rich harvest!

So the tusy decided to punish the peasants - to take such a tax from them, which has never been heard of throughout the country. He sent a whole detachment of guards and three other officials to the village to look after these guards. But nothing came of the party's idea. The peasants did not pay taxes in excess of the due. Then the officials ordered the guards to pull out the red corn in all the fields and burn it.

Yes, it was not there! Red corn did not come into their hands. As soon as the guards came to the fields, large red grains flew out of the cobs, like stones from a sling, and showered uninvited guests with a hail of blows.

Grains fly, and they strive to knock out an eye. And the guard closes his eyes - the grains will break his nose or plant a bump on his forehead, click on his knuckles, drum on his chest.

The guards fought with corn all day long, and in the evening they retreated in shame. And immediately every grain returned to its place on the cob. There is corn, showing off, the leaves rustle, as if laughing after the guards.

And so the detachment sent by the party left with nothing. The peasants lived in peace and contentment. And the happiest of all lived young Lansheng with his beautiful wife and friendly mother. One thing haunted him - after all, he did not have time to thank the old woman. Maybe her leg has not healed, maybe she needs help, take care of her house.

One day, Lansheng collected a full bag of gifts and went to the mountains to visit an old woman.

Walked for a long time. Here is the brook where he caught the red cob; here is the gorge; here is a field where white corn grows; here is a field where yellow corn grows. And here is the top of the mountain... An old woman lives here.

Lansheng only looks - there is no hut, no yard with a wicker fence ... Empty and deaf all around, as if a human foot had never set foot here. Centenary trees shake their branches; birds sing loudly in the foliage; a stream runs out from under the roots, rolls pebbles at the bottom.

Lansheng washed his face with fresh water, listened to bird songs, crumbled the cakes that he brought the old woman as a gift to the birds, and went home.

He realized that the old woman was not an ordinary old woman. A kind sorceress gave him red corn.

Lyubov Fedotova

Our Queen corn countries Lyudmila Maltseva, as colleagues put it, "incites" to continue the topic of corn(in the good sense of the word). I won't be wrong if I say that CORNMANIA went through all(or almost all) kindergartens - these are crafts displayed on the site, and poems, and fairy tales. Didn't miss my group either. I read everything with the guys fairy tales and poems, born within the framework of the project and published on our website, drawings for fairy tales of colleagues drew, KukuMarju made from plasticine. Even my fairy tale with children, though the plot was twisted so that additional characters were needed. I had to search the Internet for related words and garden crops to corn. And found the legend (so it was written)"Almighty Papusha" is in Moldavian " corn". When I began to read to children, I realized that this fairy tale by Evgeny Permyak"five grains", which I have in the book. This book is already 50 years old (published in 1964)

And today I want retell for you, dear friends, this fairy tale.

One day, a guest knocked on the hut of the poor peasant Ivan and asked for a lodging for the night. It was the Moldavian Ion. Ivan, as a hospitable host, put everything he could on the table. From the last eggs he prepared scrambled eggs, put a pot of milk. He slaughtered the pig and gave it to the guest on the road, and also on the road, since the nights became cold, and the road was long, he gave mittens made of sheep's wool. leaving, guest said: "You are a good man, Ivan, you are a great people son. Although I am not rich, I want to reward you so that you do not forget me and your people remember you." Got it five grains and said that the first grain is for milk, so that Ivan does not transfer it. Having planted a grain, milk will grow out of it in the fall. The second grain for scrambled eggs - in the fall it will "cack" with hens and geese. The third grain for a pig - from it in the spring there will be a herd of pigs. Feeds the fourth grain and speaks: "I did not ask you for woolen mittens, you yourself understood that in the fall I would have to go bad without mittens. Let this fourth grain grow into sheep, turn into wool." The last fifth grain is the most important - "memorable". Give everything that grows out of it to people, then people will be grateful to you, maybe they will remember me. asked Ivan: "What are these magic grains called?" And she answered: "We call them "daddy", but I don't know what you call them." In the spring, Ivan sowed grain and began to wait for the harvest, and the people laugh at him - where has it been seen so that chickens, pigs and milk appear from grain. But Ivan does not leave the field - he is waiting for shoots. The time has come, the sprouts have hatched, and so quickly they have grown. They grew as tall as trees and on each stem two or three or more ears of corn grew. Ears are also unprecedented with a large cucumber! A grains in each ear five hundred, thousand. And each ear emits its own voice - one mumbles, the other cackles or cackles, the third squeals like a pig, and the fourth bleats. The people are surprised at daddy. A little time passed and the Russian fields turned green with papusha. He became daddy food for cows - the milk became thick and tasty. They eat it and pigs, and geese, and chickens, and sheep, and the people themselves feast on it. The tale about Ivan was composed, about how he raised the omnipotent daddy in Rus', and they didn’t forget Jonah, they remember him with a good word. The almighty hero daddy went far, stepped into all lands. Only in our time no one calls him "daddy", but white-yar wheat - " corn"- they call.

Like this fairy tale!

In the kingdom of Murlandia, King Akvalberto the Twentieth ruled, but for his greed, the people simply called him Krokhobor. He was very fond of gifts for his birthday. And so, on his sixtieth birthday, the first minister of the kingdom, Count Kovarnini, prepared, on behalf of all the courtiers and all the people of the kingdom, a very unusual gift.

– Fried corn

Children's fairy tales in filmstrips (filmstrips for reading) for children. Author Gianni Rodari, artist V. Plevin.

Once upon a time there was a king in Murlandia named Akualberto Five Thousandth. But he was so greedy that everyone called him Penny. He never even put on a crown - he was afraid that it would fall and split. He was fifty-nine years old, in other words, less than a year sixty.

A few months before his birthday, he ordered to call the chief minister, Count Cunning, and so he said to him:

Listen, Sly, in a few months I will be exactly sixty years old, and the people, of course, will want to give me a present. I do not want to know in advance what will be presented to me. Otherwise, there will be no surprise, and without a surprise, what a joy in a gift. But I don't need such stupid gifts as in previous years.

Your Majesty, but last year we gave you a wonderful golden crown.

It was only on top of pure gold.

And the two wonderful white horses?

They were two donkeys whose ears were cut off to look like horses.

And the silver carriage you got for your birthday three years ago?

Yes, it was impossible to turn around!

OK then. Now tell me what you're going to give this time.

Your Majesty, if I say - there will be no surprise, but the most delicious cake is a surprise.

And you say so that I guessed, but did not understand.

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It was not for nothing that the Chief Minister was called Sly. He came up with something. After a pause, he said:

Your Majesty, the people, I suppose, would like to present you with a statue.

Great, wonderful! From bronze?

That, Your Majesty, I cannot tell you.

From marble?

Hot, hot!

From oak? Warm, warm!

No, I don't want oak. Otherwise people will say that I have an oak head.

Your Majesty, don't worry. You will have the most beautiful statue of all.

And will she look like me?

As two drops of water.

Then I will give you, I will give ...

What, your majesty?

Gold ring.

Oh, thank you, your majesty!

But I will give only a hole from the ring. I'll keep the ring for myself. After all, this is a gift from my grandfather Akualberto Four thousandth.

Thank you for this too.

The sly one bowed low to the king and set off to fulfill his promise.

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And I must tell you that a few days before this, the count was out hunting. On the way, he became very hungry and turned to refresh himself at the Talking Cricket tavern, which stood at the very edge of the forest. And as soon as he sat down at the table, a man entered with such a face that the count was dumbfounded.

Who are you?

I am the owner of the tavern, the cook and the servant.

All at once? asked the Count.

All at once.

Do you know that you are like two drops of water similar to His Majesty Akualberto the Five Thousandth?

I?! Yes you! I look like my father, a blacksmith from Venice.

Blacksmith?! But Venice is on the water. There is not a single horse there - only boats. To whom does he nail horseshoes? Well, your father was a weirdo!

So other people said that he was an eccentric. Peasants from all the surrounding villages came to see him. On horses.

Ah, now it's clear. Well, have you ever seen our great king?

Never.

You are remarkably like him. You can take my word for it - I'm his chief minister.

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During dinner, Count Khitryuga learned that the cook, servant and at the same time the owner of the tavern was called Angiolone, but he had long been given the nickname "Fried Corn"

Listen, Angiolone, said the Count at last.

I'm listening, your highness.

How much do you earn?

And if there is?

Then less. In heavy rain, few people go hunting. And this is where most of the hunters come in.

If you do everything as I say, you will earn twenty marengos a week.

Twenty?

Yes, yes, exactly twenty. And you will have to do this… - He leaned over and whispered something in Anjolone's ear.

Angiolone said

Now I will repeat. I need to memorize everything. Now I remember.

Excellent, - said Count Khitryuga. - First, take ten marengo.

It's the king's birthday. In the morning the whole kingdom was awakened by the ringing of bells and the roar of gun salvos. All the cannons of the kingdom fired in honor of the sixtieth birthday of the king.

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Ordinary people counted volleys: one volley - one marengo, two volleys - two marengos. We poor fellows will have to pay another sixty marengos of tax to the royal treasury. The king himself was awakened by a discordant chorus of voices. Ministers, courtiers, generals and their children sang:

Congratulations to the king.

Trawl-trawl.

Enough, enough! shouted Akualberto. I can't stand this stupid song! I'm awake, I'm ready. Where is the gift?

In the square, your Majesty, - said Count Khitryuga.

Akualberto ran to the window. In the middle of the square stood a statue, and a gilded veil was thrown over it.

That's her?

Quickly give shoes, stockings, a mantle!

We must wear the crown today, Your Majesty.

But if it rains, it will get wet.

The sun is shining outside, your majesty.

Then it gets very hot and melts.

On your birthday, Your Majesty, it is customary to wear a crown.

Well, all right, - the king said with a sigh, - carry the crown.

In the meantime, people gathered on the square to see what kind of statue Count Khitryuga had decided to give to the king for his hard-earned money.

I hope it will be made of wood, - said one.

If not from wood, then At least from stone, - said the second.

If not from stone, then at least from marble, - said the third.

If only it wasn't made of gold! - exclaimed the fourth.

The chief minister bowed to the king and asked him to remove the veil himself.

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Before the veil had fallen at the feet of the king, everyone exclaimed in unison:

Shut up! the king shouted angrily. - I was the first to say “OOOO!”. The statue is more magnificent, more beautiful than I expected. Cunning, you deserve an award.

The statue was indeed magnificent. She portrayed the king in full growth. In his right hand he held a scepter, and he raised his left to the sky, as if he wanted to say: "I am beautiful as the sun."

The king immediately recognized his clothes.

This is the robe I wore last year. And these are my pants, in which I go hunting.

The Chief Minister only smiled slyly.

And how he looks like me! - the king did not get tired of admiring. - My nose, my eyes, my mustache. And my complexion. But how did you manage to paint the statue so skillfully? So it's made of wood?

No, your majesty.

From bronze?

You didn't guess, Your Majesty.

From silver?

Neither, your majesty.

Is it… made of gold?

No, your majesty. This is a living statue.

How is it alive?

Look, Your Majesty, she breathes, - said Count Kunny.

Yes, yes, she breathes and even moves! exclaimed the king.

Here the “living” statue raised its hand in greeting.

She knows how to speak, Your Majesty, - said Count Cunning.

One hundred years of life to you, the great king of Murland Akualberto Five thousandth!

Everyone applauded in unison.

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Of course, you already guessed that it was Angiolone. He agreed to be a statue for the love of money. But now he saw that he was greeted by a crowd of people, and was seriously proud.

So King Akualberto Five Thousand, nicknamed Penny, received an extraordinary gift - a living statue.

It was noon and everyone went to eat.

Only Angiolone remained in the square. Count Khitryuga did not spend money in vain.

By strict agreement, Angiolone was to stand in the square.

By strict agreement, Angiolone had to stand in the square from sunrise to sunset. And at night he could calmly get off the pedestal and satisfy his hunger, because at night in Murlandia everyone slept, even the guards and watchmen.

The first time everything went as well as possible.

Every morning the king came to admire the statue, and Angiolone greeted him from above: "Good morning, great king of Murland."

But one day this happened.

One hunter, who had been in the forest for several weeks and was now returning to his home, rode a horse across the square. He saw a living statue ... looked closely and exclaimed in great amazement:

Angiolone! What are you doing here, Angiolone?

Please be quiet.

Be silent? Why should I be silent? What are you, crazy? What's on your head?

Why do you suddenly need a crown? II why did you climb up there?

For God's sake, leave.

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A townsman passed by.

What's happened? he asked the hunter.

And then it happened that Angiolone went crazy.

Angiolone? What else Angiolone?

Yes, the owner of the Talking Cricket. It is also called "Fried Corn".

Why fried?

Because he only likes fried corn and certainly with grated cheese

In the meantime, many people had gathered around the living statue. They all started laughing at Angiolone and shouting to him: "Corn fried! .. corn fried! .."

At first, Angiolone endured the ridicule patiently. But when the boys began to throw stones at him, Angiolone could not stand it, got down from the pedestal, firmly clutched the lead scepter in his right hand and chased the impudent boys, trying to hit them on the back.

But the boys deftly dodged and shouted even louder: “Fried corn! ..”

Finally Angiolone got tired and wanted to climb the podium again, but changed his mind at the last moment.

“I want to roast in the sun all day and even listen to the ridicule of these tomboys. And besides, I haven’t eaten grilled corn with cheese in a long time.”

In short, he threw his scepter, mantle, and crown on the ground and returned to his tavern, the Talking Cricket.

The king was told that the statue had been stolen by an evil wizard sent by Moorlandia's enemy King Leo the Tenth of Brisland.

But no one told him. that since then the people have nicknamed him "Corn Corn". And the king himself, until the last day of his life, thought that in the history books he would be called the Great.