Fairy tales according to the middle group program. Sample list of reading materials for children in the middle group

To work with children in the middle group of kindergarten, we offer texts of works by poets and writers from Russia and foreign countries.

Sample listliterature for reading to children

Russian folklore

Songs, nursery rhymes, chants.“Our goat...” -; “Little cowardly bunny...”: “Don! Don! Don!-”, “Geese, you are geese...”; “Legs, legs, where have you been?..” “The bunny is sitting, sitting..>, “The cat went to the stove...”, “Today is the whole day...”, “Little lambs...”, “A fox is walking along the bridge...”, “Bucket sun. ..”, “Go, spring, go, red...”.

Fairy tales . “About Ivanushka the Fool”, arr. M. Gorky; “The War of Mushrooms and Berries”, arr. V. Dahl; “Sister Alyonushka and brother Ivanushka”, arr. L. N. Tolstoy; “Zhiharka”, arr. I. Karnaukhova; “Sister Fox and the Wolf”, arr. M. Bulatova; “Zimovye”, arr. I. Sokolova-Mikitova; "The Fox and the Goat", arr. O. Kapitsa; “The Picky One”, “The Lapotnitsa Fox”, arr. V. Dahl; “The Cockerel and the Bean Seed”, arr. Oh, Kapitsa.

Folklore of the peoples of the world

Songs. “Fish”, “Ducklings”, French, arr. N. Gernet and S. Gippius; "Chiv-chiv, sparrow", trans. with Komi-Permyats. V. Klimova; "Fingers", trans. with him. L, Yakhina; “The Bag”, Tatars., trans. R. Yagofarov, retelling by L. Kuzmin.

Fairy tales. "The Three Little Pigs", trans. from English S. Mikhalkova; "The Hare and the Hedgehog", from the Brothers Grimm's Fairy Tales, trans. with him. A. Vvedensky, ed. S. Marshak; “Little Red Riding Hood”, from the fairy tales of C. Perrault, trans. from French T. Gabbe; Brothers Grimm. "The Bremen Town Musicians", German, translated by V. Vvedensky, edited by S. Marshak.

Works of poets and writers of Russia

Poetry. I. Bunin. “Leaf Fall” (excerpt); A. Maikov. “Autumn leaves are circling in the wind...”; A. Pushkin. “The sky was already breathing in autumn...” (from the novel “Eugene Onegin”); A. Fet. "Mother! Look from the window...”; Ya. Akim. "First snow"; A. Barto. "We left"; C. Yeast. “Walking in the street...” (from the fiction “In a Peasant Family”); S. Yesenin. “Winter sings and echoes...”; N. Nekrasov. “It is not the wind that rages over the forest...” (from the poem “Frost, Red Nose”); I. Surikov. "Winter"; S. Marshak. “Luggage”, “About everything in the world-:-”, “He’s so absent-minded”, “Ball”; S. Mikhalkov. "Uncle Styopa"; E. Baratynsky. “Spring, spring” (abbr.); Yu. Moritz. “Song about a fairy tale”; “The gnome’s house, the gnome is home!”; E. Uspensky. "Destruction"; D. Harms. "A very sad story."

Prose. V. Veresaev. "Brother"; A. Vvedensky. “About the girl Masha, the dog Cockerel and the cat Thread” (chapters from the book); M. Zoshchenko. "Demonstration child"; K. Ushinsky. "Caring Cow"; S. Voronin. "Warlike Jaco"; S. Georgiev. "Grandma's Garden" N. Nosov. “Patch”, “Entertainers”; L. Panteleev. “On the Sea” (chapter from the book “Stories about Squirrel and Tamara”); Bianchi, "The Foundling"; N. Sladkov. "Not hearing."

Literary tales. M. Gorky. "Sparrow"; V. Oseeva. "Magic needle"; R. Sef. “The Tale of Round and Long Men”; K. Chukovsky. “Telephone”, “Cockroach”, “Fedorino’s grief”; Nosov. “The Adventures of Dunno and His Friends” (chapters from the book); D. Mamin-Sibiryak. “The Tale about Komar Komarovich - Long Nose and about Hairy Misha - Short Tail”; V. Bianchi. "First hunt"; D. Samoilov. "It's the baby elephant's birthday."

Fables. L. Tolstoy. “The father ordered his sons...”, “The boy was guarding the sheep...”, “The jackdaw wanted to drink...”.

Works of poets and writers from different countries

Poetry. V. Vitka. "Counting", trans. from Belarusian I. Tokmakova; Y. Tuvim. "Miracles", trans. from Polish V. Prikhodko; “About Pan Trulyalinsky”, retelling from Polish. B. Zakhodera; F. Grubin. "Tears", trans. from Czech E. Solonovich; S. Vangeli. “Snowdrops” (chapters from the book “Gugutse - Captain of the Ship”), trans. with mold. V. Berestova.

Literary fairy tales.A. Milne. “Winnie the Pooh and all-all-all” (chapters from the book), trans. from English B. Zakhodera; E. Blyton. "The Famous Duckling Tim" (chapters from the book), trans. from English E. Papernoy; T. Egner. “Adventures in the forest of Elki-na-Gorka” (chapters from the book), trans. from norwegian L. Braude; D. Bisset. "About the Boy Who Roared at the Tigers", trans. from English N. Sherepgevskaya; E. Hogarth. "The Mafia and His Merry Friends" (chapters from the book), trans. from English O. Obraztsova and N. Shanko.

Sample list for learning by heart

“Grandfather wanted to cook fish soup...”, “Legs, legs, where were you?” - Russian adv. songs; A. Pushkin. “Wind, wind! You are mighty...” (from “The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Knights”); 3. Alexandrova. "Herringbone"; A. Barto. “I know what I need to come up with”; L. Nikolaenko. “Who scattered the bells...”; V. Orlov. “From the market”, “Why does the bear sleep in winter” (chosen by the teacher); E. Serova. “Dandelion”, “Cat’s Paws” (from the series “Our Flowers”); “Buy onions...”, shotl. adv. song, trans. I. Tokmakova.

Bianchi Vitaly Valentinovich “First Hunt”

The puppy is tired of chasing chickens around the yard.

“I’ll go,” he thinks, “to hunt for wild animals and birds.”

He slipped into the gateway and ran across the meadow.

Wild animals, birds and insects saw it and each thought to himself.

The bittern thinks: “I’ll deceive him!”

The hoopoe thinks: “I’ll surprise him!”

The spinner thinks: “I’ll scare him!”

The lizard thinks: “I’ll get away from him!”

Caterpillars, butterflies, grasshoppers think: “We will hide from him!”

“And I’ll drive him away!” - thinks the Bombardier Beetle.

“We all know how to stand up for ourselves, each in our own way!” - they think to themselves.

And the Puppy has already run to the lake and sees: a bittern standing by the reeds on one leg, knee-deep in water.

“I’ll catch her now!” - the Puppy thinks and is completely ready to jump on her back.

And Bittern glanced at him and stepped into the reeds.

The wind runs across the lake, the reeds sway.

The reeds sway

back and forth,

back and forth.

The puppy has yellow and brown stripes swaying in front of his eyes

back and forth,

back and forth.

And the Bittern stands in the reeds, stretched out - thin, thin, and all painted with yellow and brown stripes. Standing, swaying

back and forth,

back and forth.

The puppy's eyes bulged, looked, looked, but did not see the Bittern in the reeds.

“Well,” he thinks, “Bittern deceived me, “I shouldn’t jump into empty reeds!” I’ll go catch another bird.”

He ran out onto the hill and looked: Hoopoe was sitting on the ground, playing with his crest, and then he would unfold it, then fold it up.

“Now I’ll jump on him from the hill!” - thinks the Puppy.

And the Hoopoe fell to the ground, spread its wings, spread its tail, and raised its beak up.

The Puppy looks: there is no bird, but a motley rag lies on the ground and a crooked needle sticks out of it. The puppy was surprised: “Where did the Hoopoe go? Did I really mistake this colorful rag for him? I’ll go quickly and catch the little bird.”

He ran up to the tree and saw: a small bird, Whirlwind, sitting on a branch.

He rushed towards her, and Vertishika dashed into the hollow.

“Yeah! - thinks the Puppy. - Gotcha!

He rose to his hind legs, looked into the hollow, and in the black hollow a black snake wriggled and hissed terribly.

The Puppy recoiled, raised its fur on end, and ran away.

And Whirlwind hisses after him from the hollow, twists her head, and a strip of black feathers snakes along her back.

“Ugh! I scared you so much! I barely carried my legs away. I won't hunt birds anymore. I’d better go catch the Lizard.”

The lizard was sitting on a stone, closed its eyes, basking in the sun. The Puppy quietly crept up to her - jump! - and grabbed the tail. But the Lizard dodged, left its tail in its teeth, and went under a stone! The Puppy's tail wriggles in his teeth.

The Puppy snorted, threw his tail - and followed her. Yes where there! The lizard has been sitting under a stone for a long time, growing a new tail.

“Well,” the Puppy thinks, “if the Lizard got away from me, then at least I’ll catch some insects.”

I looked around, and there were beetles running on the ground, grasshoppers jumping in the grass, caterpillars crawling along the branches, butterflies flying through the air.

The Puppy rushed to catch them, and suddenly it became all around, like in a mysterious picture, everyone was there, but no one was visible - everyone was hiding.

Green grasshoppers are hiding in the green grass.

The caterpillars on the branches stretched out and froze: you couldn’t tell them apart from the twigs.

The butterflies sat on the trees, folded their wings - you couldn’t tell where the bark was, where the leaves were, where the butterflies were.

One tiny Bombardier Beetle walks along the ground, not hiding anywhere.

The Puppy caught up with him, wanted to grab him, but the Bombardier Beetle stopped, and when a flying, caustic stream shot at him, it hit him right in the nose!

The Puppy squealed, tucked his tail, turned - across the meadow, and into the gateway. He's huddled in a kennel and is afraid to stick his nose out. And the animals, birds and insects all went back to their business.

Gorky Maxim "Sparrow"

Sparrows are exactly the same as people: adult sparrows and little birds are boring and talk about everything as it is written in books, but young people live by their own minds.

Once upon a time there lived a yellow-throated sparrow, his name was Pudik, and he lived above the window of the bathhouse, behind the upper casing, in a warm nest made of tow, flywheels and other soft materials. He had not yet tried to fly, but he was already flapping his wings and kept looking out of the nest: he wanted to quickly find out what God’s world is and is it suitable for him?

- I'm sorry, what? - the mother sparrow asked him.

He shook his wings and, looking at the ground, chirped:

- Too black, too much!

Dad flew in, brought bugs to Pudik and boasted:

- Am I still alive?

Mother Sparrow approved of him:

- Chiv, chiv!

And Pudik swallowed the bugs and thought: “What are they bragging about - they gave a worm with legs - a miracle!” And he kept leaning out of the nest, looking at everything.

“Child, child,” the mother worried, “look, you’ll go crazy!”

- With what, with what? - Pudik asked.

- Not with anything, but you’ll fall to the ground, cat - chick! and gobble it up! - the father explained, flying off to hunt.

So everything went on, but the wings were in no hurry to grow.

One day the wind blew and Pudik asked:

- I'm sorry, what?

- The wind will blow on you - chirp! and throws it to the ground - to the cat! - explained the mother.

Pudik didn’t like this, so he said:

- Why do trees sway? Let them stop, then there will be no wind...

His mother tried to explain to him that this was not so, but he did not believe it - he liked to explain everything in his own way. A man walks past the bathhouse, waving his arms.

“The cat tore off his wings,” said Pudik, “only the bones remained!”

- This is a man, they are all wingless! - said the sparrow.

- Why?

- They have such a rank that they can live without wings, they always jump on their feet, huh?

- If they had wings, they would catch us, like dad and I catch midges...

- Nonsense! - said Pudik. - Nonsense, nonsense! Everyone should have wings. It’s worse on the ground than in the air!.. When I grow up big, I’ll make everyone fly.

Pudik did not believe his mother; He didn’t yet know that if he didn’t trust his mother, it would end badly. He sat on the very edge of the nest and sang poems of his own composition at the top of his lungs:

Eh, wingless man,

You have two legs

Even though you are very great,

The midges are eating you!

And I'm very small

But I eat midges myself.

He sang and sang and fell out of the nest, and the sparrow followed him, and the cat - red, green eyes - was right there. Pudik got scared, spread his wings, swayed on his gray legs and chirped:

- I have the honor, I have the honor...

And the sparrow pushes him aside, her feathers stood on end, scary, brave, her beak opened - aiming at the cat’s eye.

- Get away, get away! Fly, Pudik, fly to the window, fly...

Fear lifted the sparrow from the ground, he jumped, flapped his wings - once, once and - on the window!

Then his mother flew up - without a tail, but in great joy, sat down next to him, pecked him on the back of the head and said:

- I'm sorry, what?

- Well! - said Pudik. - You can’t learn everything at once!

And the cat sits on the ground, cleaning sparrow feathers from her paw, looks at them - red, green eyes - and meows regretfully:

- Myaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaandaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalittle it's a little sparrow, it's like we-yyshka... mea-alas...

And everything ended well, if you forget that mom was left without a tail...

Dal Vladimir Ivanovich “Crow”

Once upon a time there lived a crow, and she did not live alone, but with nannies, mothers, small children, and neighbors near and far. Birds arrived from overseas, large and small, geese and swans, little birds and little birds, built nests in the mountains, in valleys, in forests, in meadows and laid eggs.

The crow noticed this and, well, offend migratory birds and steal their testicles!

An owl was flying and saw that a crow was hurting large and small birds and carrying their testicles.

“Wait,” he says, “you worthless crow, we will find justice and punishment for you!”

And he flew far away, into the stone mountains, to the gray eagle. He arrived and asked:

- Father gray eagle, give us your righteous judgment on the offender - the crow! It kills neither small nor large birds: it destroys our nests, steals our young, steals eggs and feeds their crows with them!

The gray eagle shook its head and sent its light, smaller ambassador, a sparrow, after the crow. The sparrow fluttered up and flew after the crow. She was about to make an excuse, but all the power of the birds, all the birdies, rose up against her, and well, pluck, peck, and drive her to the eagle for judgment. There was nothing to do - she croaked and flew, and all the birds took off and rushed after her.

So they flew to the eagle’s life and settled in it, and the crow stood in the middle and preened itself in front of the eagle, preening itself.

And the eagle began to interrogate the crow:

“They say about you, crow, that you open your mouth for other people’s goods, that you steal young and eggs from large and small birds!”

“It’s a lie, Father Gray Eagle, it’s a lie, I only pick up shells!”

“Another complaint about you comes to me that when a peasant comes out to sow the arable land, you rise up with all your crows and, well, peck the seeds!”

- It’s a lie, Father Gray Eagle, it’s a lie! With my girlfriends, small children, children, and household members, I only carry worms from fresh arable land!

“And people everywhere are crying at you that when they cut the bread and pile the sheaves into a heap, then you will fly in with all your crows and let’s play mischief, stir up the sheaves and break the heaps!”

- It’s a lie, Father Gray Eagle, it’s a lie! We are helping for the sake of a good cause - we sort out the haystacks, we give access to the sun and the wind so that the bread does not sprouted and the grain dries out!

The eagle got angry with the old liar crow and ordered her to be locked up in a prison, in a lattice house, behind iron bolts, behind damask locks. There she sits to this day!

Mamin-Sibiryak Dmitry Narkisovich “Alyonushkin’s Tales”

Vanka's name day

Beat, drum, ta-ta! tra-ta-ta! Play, pipes: work! tu-ru-ru!.. Let's get all the music here - today is Vanka's birthday!.. Dear guests, you are welcome... Hey, everyone, get here! Tra-ta-ta! Tru-ru-ru!

Vanka walks around in a red shirt and says:

- Brothers, you are welcome... As many treats as you like. Soup made from the freshest wood chips; cutlets from the best, purest sand; pies made from multi-colored pieces of paper; and what tea! From the best boiled water. You are welcome... Music, play!..

Ta-ta! Tra-ta-ta! Tru-tu! Tu-ru-ru!

There was a room full of guests. The first to arrive was the pot-bellied wooden top.

- Lzh... zhzh... where is the birthday boy? LJ... LJ... I really like to have fun in good company...

Two dolls arrived. One with blue eyes, Anya, her nose was a little damaged; the other with black eyes, Katya, she was missing one arm. They arrived decorously and took a place on a toy sofa.

“Let’s see what kind of treat Vanka has,” Anya noted. - He's really bragging about something. The music is not bad, but I have serious doubts about the food.

“You, Anya, are always dissatisfied with something,” Katya reproached her.

- And you are always ready to argue.

The dolls argued a little and were even ready to quarrel, but at that moment a strongly supported Clown hobbled on one leg and immediately reconciled them.

- Everything will be fine, young lady! Let's have great fun. Of course, I’m missing one leg, but the top can spin on just one leg. Hello, Volchok...

— LJ... Hello! Why does one of your eyes look black?

- Nonsense... I was the one who fell off the sofa. It could be worse.

- Oh, how bad it can be... Sometimes I hit the wall with all my running, right on my head!..

- It’s good that your head is empty...

- It still hurts... burn... Try it yourself, you’ll find out.

The clown just clicked his copper plates. He was generally a frivolous man.

Petrushka came and brought with him a whole bunch of guests: his own wife, Matryona Ivanovna, the German doctor Karl Ivanovich and the big-nosed Gypsy; and the Gypsy brought with him a three-legged horse.

- Well, Vanka, receive guests! - Petrushka spoke cheerfully, tapping himself on the nose. - One is better than the other. My Matryona Ivanovna alone is worth something... She really loves to drink tea with me, like a duck.

“We’ll find some tea, Pyotr Ivanovich,” Vanka answered. - And we are always happy to have good guests... Sit down, Matryona Ivanovna! Karl Ivanovich, you are welcome...

The Bear and the Hare, Granny's gray Goat with the Crested Duck, the Cockerel and the Wolf also came - Vanka had a place for everyone.

The last to arrive were Alyonushkin's Shoe and Alyonushkin's Broomstick. They looked - all the places were occupied, and Broomstick said:

- It’s okay, I’ll stand in the corner...

But Shoe didn’t say anything and silently crawled under the sofa. It was a very venerable Shoe, although worn out. He was a little embarrassed only by the hole that was on the nose itself. Well, it’s okay, no one will notice under the sofa.

- Hey, music! - Vanka commanded.

The drum beat: tra-ta! ta-ta! The trumpets began to play: work! And all the guests suddenly felt so happy, so happy...

The holiday started off great. The drum beat by itself, the trumpets themselves played, the top hummed, the clown clinked his cymbals, and Petrushka squealed furiously. Oh, how fun it was!..

- Brothers, go for a walk! - Vanka shouted, smoothing out his flaxen curls.

The clown tumbled, showing his art, and Doctor Karl Ivanovich asked Matryona Ivanovna:

- Matryona Ivanovna, does your tummy hurt?

- What are you doing, Karl Ivanovich? - Matryona Ivanovna was offended. - Why did you get that?..

- Come on, show your tongue.

- Leave me alone, please...

She was still lying calmly on the table, and when the doctor started talking about language, she couldn’t resist and jumped off. After all, the doctor always examines Alyonushka’s tongue with her help...

- Oh, no... no need! - Matryona Ivanovna squealed and waved her arms so funny, like a windmill.

“Well, I don’t impose my services,” Spoon was offended.

She even wanted to get angry, but at that moment the top flew up to her, and they began to dance. The top was buzzing, the spoon was ringing... Even Alyonushkin’s Shoe couldn’t resist, he crawled out from under the sofa and whispered to Nikolai:

- I love you very much, Broomstick...

Little Broom closed her eyes sweetly and just sighed. She loved to be loved.

After all, she was always such a modest Little Broom and never put on airs, as sometimes happened with others. For example, Matryona Ivanovna or Anya and Katya - these cute dolls loved to laugh at other people's shortcomings: the Clown was missing one leg, Petrushka had a long nose, Karl Ivanovich was bald, the Gypsy looked like a firebrand, and the birthday boy Vanka got the most of it.

“He’s a bit of a man,” said Katya.

“And, besides, he’s a braggart,” added Anya.

Having had fun, everyone sat down at the table, and the real feast began. The dinner went as if it were a real name day, although there were some small misunderstandings. The bear almost ate the Bunny instead of the cutlet by mistake; The top almost got into a fight with the Gypsy over the Spoon - the latter wanted to steal it and had already hidden it in his pocket. Pyotr Ivanovich, a well-known bully, managed to quarrel with his wife and quarreled over trifles.

“Matryona Ivanovna, calm down,” Karl Ivanovich persuaded her. - After all, Pyotr Ivanovich is kind... Perhaps you have a headache? I have some great powders with me...

“Leave her, doctor,” said Petrushka. “This is such an impossible woman... However, I love her very much.” Matryona Ivanovna, let's kiss...

- Hooray! - Vanka shouted. - This is much better than quarreling. I can't stand it when people quarrel. Look there...

But then something completely unexpected and so terrible happened that it’s even scary to say.

The drum beat: tra-ta! ta-ta-ta! The trumpets played: tru-ru! ru-ru-ru! The Clown's plates clinked, the Spoon laughed with a silver voice, the Top hummed, and the amused Bunny shouted: bo-bo-bo! Granny's little gray goat turned out to be the most fun of all. First of all, he danced better than anyone, and then he shook his beard so funny and roared in a creaky voice: mee-ke-ke!..

Excuse me, how did all this happen? It is very difficult to tell everything in order, because of the participants in the incident, only one Alyonushkin Bashmachok remembered the whole case. He was prudent and managed to hide under the sofa in time.

Yes, that's how it was. First, wooden cubes came to congratulate Vanya... No, not like that again. That's not how it started at all. The cubes really came, but it was all the fault of black-eyed Katya. She, she, right!.. This pretty rogue whispered to Anya at the end of dinner:

- What do you think, Anya, who is the most beautiful here?

It seems that the question is the simplest, but meanwhile Matryona Ivanovna

She was terribly offended and told Katya directly:

- What do you think, that my Pyotr Ivanovich is a freak?

“Nobody thinks that, Matryona Ivanovna,” Katya tried to justify herself, but it was too late.

“Of course, his nose is a little big,” continued Matryona Ivanovna. - But this is noticeable if you only look at Pyotr Ivanovich from the side... Then, he has a bad habit of squeaking terribly and fighting with everyone, but he is still a kind person. And as for the mind...

The dolls began arguing with such passion that they attracted everyone's attention. First of all, of course, Petrushka intervened and squeaked:

- That's right, Matryona Ivanovna... The most beautiful person here, of course, is me!

At this point all the men were offended. For mercy, such a self-praise is this Petrushka! It's disgusting to even listen to! The clown was not a master of speech and was offended in silence, but Doctor Karl Ivanovich said very loudly:

- So we are all freaks? Congratulations, gentlemen...

All at once there was a hubbub. The Gypsy shouted something in his own way, the Bear growled, the Wolf howled, the gray Goat shouted, the Top hummed - in a word, everyone was completely offended.

- Gentlemen, stop it! - Vanka persuaded everyone. - Don’t pay attention to Pyotr Ivanovich... He was just joking.

But it was all in vain. Karl Ivanovich was mainly worried. He even banged his fist on the table and shouted:

“Gentlemen, it’s a good treat, there’s nothing to say!.. They invited us to visit only to call us freaks...”

- Dear ladies and gentlemen! - Vanka tried to shout over everyone. - If it comes to that, gentlemen, there is only one freak here - it’s me... Are you satisfied now?

Then... Excuse me, how did this happen? Yes, yes, that's how it was. Karl Ivanovich became completely heated and began to approach Pyotr Ivanovich. He shook his finger at him and repeated:

- If I were not an educated person and if I did not know how to behave decently in decent society, I would tell you, Pyotr Ivanovich, that you are even quite a fool...

Knowing Petrushka’s pugnacious nature, Vanka wanted to stand between him and the doctor, but on the way he hit Petrushka’s long nose with his fist. It seemed to Parsley that it was not Vanka who hit him, but the doctor... What happened here!.. Parsley grabbed the doctor; Gypsy, who was sitting on the side, for no apparent reason began to beat the Clown, the Bear rushed at the Wolf with a growl, the Wolf hit the Goat with his empty head - in a word, a real scandal ensued. The dolls squealed in thin voices, and all three fainted with fear.

“Oh, I feel sick!” Matryona Ivanovna screamed, falling from the sofa.

- Gentlemen, what is this? - Vanka yelled. - Gentlemen, it’s my birthday... Gentlemen, this is finally impolite!..

There was a real clash, so it was already difficult to make out who was beating whom. Vanka tried in vain to break up the fighting and ended up starting to beat everyone who came under his arm, and since he was stronger than everyone else, it was bad for the guests.

- Carraul!!. Fathers... oh, carraul! - Petrushka yelled the loudest of all, trying to hit the doctor as hard as possible... - They killed Petrushka to death... Carraul!..

One Shoe escaped from the landfill, managing to hide under the sofa in time. He even closed his eyes in fear, and at that time the Bunny hid behind him, also looking for salvation in flight.

-Where are you going? - Shoe grumbled.

“Be quiet, otherwise they’ll hear, and both will get it,” persuaded the Bunny, peeking out of a hole in his sock with a sideways eye. - Oh, what a robber this Petrushka is!.. He beats everyone and he himself yells good obscenities. A good guest, nothing to say... And I barely escaped from the Wolf, ah! It’s scary to even remember... And there the Duck is lying upside down. They killed the poor thing...

- Oh, how stupid you are, Bunny: all the dolls are fainting, and so is the Ducky along with the others.

They fought, fought, and fought for a long time, until Vanka kicked out all the guests, except for the dolls. Matryona Ivanovna had long been tired of lying in a faint, she opened one eye and asked:

- Gentlemen, where am I? Doctor, look if I'm alive?..

No one answered her, and Matryona Ivanovna opened her other eye. The room was empty, and Vanka stood in the middle and looked around in surprise. Anya and Katya woke up and were also surprised.

“There was something terrible here,” said Katya. - A good birthday boy, nothing to say!

The dolls immediately attacked Vanka, who absolutely did not know what to answer. And someone beat him, and he beat someone, but for what reason is unknown.

“I really don’t know how it all happened,” he said, throwing up his hands. “The main thing is that it’s offensive: after all, I love them all... absolutely all of them.”

“And we know how,” Shoe and Bunny responded from under the sofa. - We saw everything!..

- Yes, it’s your fault! - Matryona Ivanovna attacked them. - Of course, you... You made some porridge and hid yourself.

- Yeah, that's what it's all about! - Vanka was delighted. - Get out, robbers... You visit guests only to quarrel good people.

The Shoe and the Bunny barely had time to jump out the window.

“Here I am…” Matryona Ivanovna threatened them with her fist. - Oh, what crappy people there are in the world! So Ducky will say the same thing.

“Yes, yes...” confirmed the Duck. “I saw with my own eyes how they hid under the sofa.”

The duck always agreed with everyone.

“We need to return the guests...” Katya continued. - We'll have some more fun...

The guests returned willingly. Some had a black eye, some walked with a limp; Petrushka's long nose suffered the most.

- Oh, robbers! - everyone repeated in one voice, scolding Bunny and Shoe. - Who would have thought?..

- Oh, how tired I am! “I beat off all my hands,” Vanka complained. - Well, why bring up the old things... I’m not vindictive. Hey music!..

The drum beat again: tra-ta! ta-ta-ta! The trumpets began to play: work! ru-ru-ru!.. And Petrushka shouted furiously:

- Hurray, Vanka!..

The Tale of How the Last Fly Lived

How fun it was in the summer!.. Oh, how fun! It’s hard to even tell everything in order... There were thousands of flies. They fly, buzz, have fun... When little Mushka was born, she spread her wings, and she also began to have fun. So much fun, so much fun that you can’t tell. The most interesting thing was that in the morning they opened all the windows and doors to the terrace - whichever window you want, go through that window and fly.

“What a kind creature man is,” little Mushka marveled, flying from window to window. “The windows were made for us, and they open them for us too.” Very good, and most importantly - fun...

She flew into the garden a thousand times, sat on the green grass, admired the blooming lilacs, the delicate leaves of the blossoming linden tree and the flowers in the flower beds. The gardener, still unknown to her, had already taken care of everything ahead of time. Oh, how kind he is, this gardener!.. Mushka had not yet been born, but he had already managed to prepare everything, absolutely everything that little Mushka needed. This was all the more surprising because he himself did not know how to fly and even walked sometimes with great difficulty - he was swaying and the gardener was muttering something completely incomprehensible.

- And where do these damned flies come from? - grumbled the good gardener.

Probably the poor guy said this simply out of envy, because he himself only knew how to dig ridges, plant flowers and water them, but could not fly. Young Mushka deliberately circled over the gardener's red nose and bored him terribly.

Then, people are generally so kind that everywhere they brought various pleasures to the flies. For example, Alyonushka drank milk in the morning, ate a bun, and then begged Aunt Olya for sugar - she did all this only to leave a few drops of spilled milk for the flies, and most importantly, crumbs of the bun and sugar. Well, please tell me, what could be tastier than such crumbs, especially when you’ve been flying all morning and are hungry?.. Then, the cook Pasha was even kinder than Alyonushka. Every morning she went to the market specifically for flies and brought amazingly tasty things: beef, sometimes fish, cream, butter - in general, the kindest woman in the whole house. She knew very well what flies needed, although she also did not know how to fly, like the gardener. A very good woman overall!

And Aunt Olya? Oh, this wonderful woman, it seems, specially lived only for flies... She opened all the windows with her own hands every morning so that it would be more convenient for the flies to fly, and when it rained or was cold, she closed them so that the flies did not wet their wings and caught a cold. Then Aunt Olya noticed that flies really loved sugar and berries, so she began to boil the berries in sugar every day. The flies now, of course, realized why this was all being done, and out of gratitude they climbed straight into the bowl of jam. Alyonushka loved jam very much, but Aunt Olya gave her only one or two spoons, not wanting to offend the flies.

Since the flies couldn’t eat everything at once, Aunt Olya put some of the jam in glass jars (so that mice, who weren’t supposed to have any jam at all, wouldn’t eat it) and then served it to the flies every day when she drank tea.

- Oh, how kind and good everyone is! — young Mushka admired, flying from window to window. “Maybe it’s even good that people can’t fly.” Then they would turn into flies, big and voracious flies, and would probably eat everything themselves... Oh, how good it is to live in the world!

“Well, people are not quite as kind as you think,” remarked the old Fly, who loved to grumble. - It only seems so... Have you paid attention to the man whom everyone calls “dad”?

- Oh yes... This is a very strange gentleman. You are absolutely right, good, kind old Fly... Why does he smoke his pipe when he knows perfectly well that I cannot stand tobacco smoke at all? It seems to me that he is doing this just to spite me... Then, he absolutely does not want to do anything for the flies. I once tried the ink he always uses to write something like that, and I almost died... This is finally outrageous! I saw with my own eyes how two such pretty, but completely inexperienced flies drowned in his inkwell. It was a terrible picture when he pulled out one of them with a pen and put a magnificent blot on the paper... Imagine, he did not blame himself for this, but us! Where's the justice?..

“I think that this dad is completely devoid of justice, although he has one advantage...” answered the old, experienced Fly. — He drinks beer after dinner. This is not a bad habit at all! I must admit, I don’t mind drinking beer either, although it makes me dizzy... What can I do, it’s a bad habit!

“And I love beer too,” admitted young Mushka and even blushed a little. “It makes me so happy, so happy, although the next day my head hurts a little.” But dad, perhaps, doesn’t do anything for the flies because he doesn’t eat jam himself, and only puts sugar in a glass of tea. In my opinion, you can’t expect anything good from a person who doesn’t eat jam... All he can do is smoke his pipe.

The flies generally knew all the people very well, although they valued them in their own way.

The summer was hot, and every day there were more and more flies. They fell into the milk, climbed into the soup, into the inkwell, buzzed, twirled and pestered everyone. But our little Mushka managed to become a real big fly and almost died several times. The first time she got her feet stuck in the jam, so she barely crawled out; another time, sleepy, she ran into a lit lamp and almost burned her wings; the third time I almost fell between the window sashes - in general there were enough adventures.

“What is it: these flies made life impossible!..” complained the cook. - They look like crazy people, they climb everywhere... We need to harass them.

Even our Fly began to find that there were too many flies, especially in the kitchen. In the evenings the ceiling was covered exactly

a living, moving grid. And when they brought provisions, the flies rushed at it in a living heap, pushed each other and quarreled terribly. The best pieces went to only the most spirited and strong, while the rest got leftovers. Pasha was right.

But then something terrible happened. One morning Pasha, along with provisions, brought a pack of very tasty pieces of paper - that is, they became tasty when they were laid out on plates, sprinkled with fine sugar and doused with warm water.

- This is a great treat for flies! - said the cook Pasha, placing the plates in the most prominent places.

Even without Pasha, the flies realized that this was being done for them, and in a cheerful crowd they attacked the new dish. Our Fly also rushed to one plate, but she was pushed away rather rudely.

- Why are you pushing, gentlemen? - she was offended. “But by the way, I’m not so greedy as to take something from others.” This is finally rude...

Then something impossible happened. The greediest flies paid the first price... At first they wandered around like drunk people, and then they completely collapsed. The next morning Pasha scooped up a whole large plate of dead flies. Only the most prudent remained alive, including our Fly.

- We don’t want papers! - everyone squealed. - We do not want...

But the next day the same thing happened again. Of the prudent flies, only the most prudent flies remained intact. But Pasha found that there were too many of these, the most prudent ones.

“There’s no life for them...” she complained.

Then the gentleman, whose name was Papa, brought three glass, very beautiful caps, poured beer into them and put them on plates... Then the most sensible flies were caught. It turned out that these caps are just flytraps. The flies flew to the smell of beer, fell into the hood and died there because they did not know how to find a way out.

“Now that’s great!” Pasha approved; she turned out to be a completely heartless woman and rejoiced at someone else's misfortune.

What's so great about it, judge for yourself. If people had the same wings as flies, and if you put flytraps the size of a house, then they would be caught in exactly the same way... Our Fly, taught by the bitter experience of even the most prudent flies, stopped completely believing people. They only seem kind, these people, but in reality all they do is deceive gullible poor flies all their lives. Oh, this is the most cunning and evil animal, to tell the truth!..

The number of flies has decreased greatly due to all these troubles, but now there is a new problem. It turned out that summer had passed, the rains began, a cold wind blew, and generally unpleasant weather set in.

- Has summer really passed? - the surviving flies were surprised. - Excuse me, when did it pass? This is finally unfair... Before we knew it, it was autumn.

It was worse than poisoned pieces of paper and glass flytraps. From the approaching bad weather one could seek protection only from one’s worst enemy, that is, master man. Alas! Now the windows were no longer open for whole days, but only occasionally the vents. Even the sun itself only shone precisely to deceive the gullible house flies. How would you like this picture, for example? Morning. The sun looks so cheerfully into all the windows, as if inviting all the flies into the garden. You might think that summer is coming back again... And well, gullible flies fly out the window, but the sun only shines, and does not warm. They fly back - the window is closed. Many flies died in this way on cold autumn nights only due to their gullibility.

“No, I don’t believe it,” said our Fly. - I don’t believe anything... If the sun is deceiving, then who and what can you trust?

It is clear that with the onset of autumn all the flies experienced the worst mood of spirit. Almost everyone's character immediately deteriorated. There was no mention of the former joys. Everyone became so gloomy, lethargic and dissatisfied. Some even went so far as to start biting, which had never happened before.

Our Fly's character had deteriorated to such an extent that she did not recognize herself at all. Previously, for example, she pitied other flies when they died, but now she thought only about herself. She was even ashamed to say out loud what she was thinking:

“Well, let them die - I’ll get more.”

Firstly, there are not so many real warm corners in which a real, decent fly can live the winter, and secondly, I’m just tired of other flies that climbed everywhere, snatched the best pieces from under their noses and generally behaved quite unceremoniously. It's time to rest.

These other flies clearly understood these evil thoughts and died by the hundreds. They didn’t even die, but they definitely fell asleep. Every day fewer and fewer of them were made, so that there was absolutely no need for either poisoned pieces of paper or glass flytraps. But this was not enough for our Fly: she wanted to be completely alone. Think how wonderful it is - five rooms, and only one fly!..

Such a happy day has come. Early in the morning our Fly woke up quite late. She had long been experiencing some kind of incomprehensible fatigue and preferred to sit motionless in her corner, under the stove. And then she felt that something extraordinary had happened. As soon as I flew up to the window, everything became clear at once. The first snow fell... The ground was covered with a bright white veil.

- Oh, so this is what winter is like! - she realized immediately. - It’s completely white, like a lump of good sugar...

Then the Fly noticed that all the other flies had completely disappeared. The poor things could not bear the first cold and fell asleep wherever it happened. At another time the fly would have felt sorry for them, but now he thought:

“That’s great... Now I’m all alone!.. No one will eat my jam, my sugar, my crumbs... Oh, how good!..”

She flew around all the rooms and was once again convinced that she was completely alone. Now you could do absolutely whatever you wanted. And how good it is that the rooms are so warm! It’s winter outside, but the rooms are warm and cozy, especially when the lamps and candles are lit in the evening. With the first lamp, however, there was a little trouble - the fly flew into the fire again and almost got burned.

“This is probably a winter trap for flies,” she realized, rubbing her burnt paws. - No, you won’t fool me... Oh, I understand everything perfectly!.. Do you want to burn the last fly? But I don’t want this at all... There’s also the stove in the kitchen - don’t I understand that this is also a trap for flies!..

The Last Fly was happy for only a few days, and then suddenly she became bored, so bored, so bored that it seemed impossible to tell. Of course, she was warm, she was full, and then, then she began to get bored. She flies, flies, rests, eats, flies again - and again she becomes more bored than before.

- Oh, how bored I am! - she squealed in the most pitiful thin voice, flying from room to room. “If only there was one more fly, the worst one, but still a fly...

No matter how much the last Fly complained about her loneliness, absolutely no one wanted to understand her. Of course, this made her even angrier, and she pestered people like crazy. It will sit on someone’s nose, someone’s ear, or it will start flying back and forth before their eyes. In a word, real crazy.

- Lord, how can you not want to understand that I am completely alone and that I am very bored? - she squealed to everyone. “You don’t even know how to fly, and therefore you don’t know what boredom is.” If only someone would play with me... No, where are you going? What could be more clumsy and clumsy than a person? The ugliest creature I've ever met...

Both the dog and the cat got tired of the last Fly - absolutely everyone. What upset her most was when Aunt Olya said:

- Oh, the last fly... Please don't touch it. Let him live all winter.

What is it? This is a direct insult. It seems they no longer consider her a fly. “Let him live,” say what a favor you did! What if I'm bored! What if I, perhaps, don’t want to live at all? I don’t want to - that’s all.”

The Last Fly became so angry with everyone that even she herself became afraid. It flies, buzzes, squeaks... The Spider sitting in the corner finally took pity on her and said:

- Dear Fly, come to me... What a beautiful web I have!

- I humbly thank you... I found another friend! I know what your beautiful web is. You probably once were a man, but now you’re just pretending to be a spider.

- As you know, I wish you well.

- Oh, how disgusting! This is called wishing well: eating the last Fly!..

They quarreled a lot, and yet it was boring, so boring, so boring that you can’t even tell. The fly became absolutely angry with everyone, got tired and declared loudly:

- If so, if you don’t want to understand how bored I am, then I’ll sit in the corner all winter!.. Here you go!.. Yes, I’ll sit and won’t leave for anything...

She even cried with grief, remembering the past summer fun. How many funny flies there were; and she still wanted to remain completely alone. It was a fatal mistake...

Winter dragged on endlessly, and the last Fly began to think that there would be no more summer at all. She wanted to die, and she cried quietly. It was probably people who invented winter, because they invent absolutely everything that is harmful to flies. Or maybe Aunt Olya hid summer somewhere, like she hides sugar and jam?..

The last Fly was ready to die completely out of despair, when something very special happened. She, as usual, was sitting in her corner and angry, when suddenly she heard: zh-zh-zh!.. At first she did not believe her own ears, but thought that someone was deceiving her. And then... God, what was that!.. A real live fly, still very young, flew past her. She had just been born and was happy.

- Spring begins!.., spring! she buzzed.

How happy they were for each other! They hugged, kissed and even licked each other with their proboscis. Old Fly talked for several days about how badly she had spent the whole winter and how bored she was alone. Young Mushka just laughed in a thin voice and could not understand how boring it was.

- Spring! spring!..” she repeated.

When Aunt Olya ordered to put out all the winter frames and Alyonushka looked out the first open window, the last Fly immediately understood everything.

“Now I know everything,” she buzzed, flying out the window, “we make summer, flies...

It's time to sleep

One of Alyonushka's eyes falls asleep, Alyonushka's other ear falls asleep...

- Dad, are you here?

- Here, baby...

- You know what, dad... I want to be a queen...

Alyonushka fell asleep and smiled in her sleep.

Oh, so many flowers! And they all smile too. They surrounded Alyonushka’s crib, whispering and laughing in thin voices. Scarlet flowers, blue flowers, yellow flowers, blue, pink, red, white - as if a rainbow fell to the ground and scattered with living sparks, multi-colored lights and cheerful children's eyes.

- Alyonushka wants to be a queen! — the field bells jingled merrily, swaying on thin green legs.

- Oh, how funny she is! - whispered the modest Forget-Me-Nots.

“Gentlemen, this matter needs to be seriously discussed,” the yellow Dandelion cheerfully intervened. - At least I didn’t expect this...

- What does it mean to be a queen? - asked the blue field Cornflower. “I grew up in the fields and I don’t understand your city ways.”

“It’s very simple...” the pink Carnation intervened. - It's so simple that there's no need to explain. The queen is... is... You still don’t understand anything? Oh, how strange you are... A queen is when the flower is pink, like me. In other words: Alyonushka wants to be a carnation. Seems clear?

Everyone laughed merrily. Only the Roses were silent. They considered themselves offended. Who doesn’t know that the queen of all flowers is one Rose, tender, fragrant, wonderful? And suddenly some Carnation calls herself a queen... This is unlike anything. Finally, only Rose got angry, turned completely crimson and said:

- No, sorry, Alyonushka wants to be a rose... yes! Rose is a queen because everyone loves her.

- This is cute! - Dandelion got angry. - And who, in this case, do you take me for?

“Dandelion, please don’t be angry,” the forest Bells persuaded him. “It spoils your character and is ugly at that.” Here we are - we are silent about the fact that Alyonushka wants to be a forest bell, because this is clear by itself.

There were a lot of flowers, and they argued so funny. The wildflowers were so modest - like lilies of the valley, violets, forget-me-nots, bells, cornflowers, wild carnations; and the flowers grown in the greenhouses were a little pompous - roses, tulips, lilies, daffodils, gillyflowers, like rich children dressed up for the holidays. Alyonushka loved more modest wildflowers, from which she made bouquets and wove wreaths. How nice they all are!

“Alyonushka loves us very much,” the Violets whispered. - After all, we are the first in the spring. As soon as the snow melts, we are here.

“And so do we,” said the Lilies of the Valley. - We are also spring flowers... We are unpretentious and grow right in the forest.

- Why is it our fault that it’s cold for us to grow right in the field? - the fragrant, curly Levkoi and Hyacinths complained. “We are only guests here, and our homeland is far away, where it is so warm and there is no winter at all.” Oh, how nice it is there, and we constantly miss our sweet homeland... It’s so cold here in the north. Alyonushka loves us too, and even very much...

“It’s good here too,” the wildflowers argued. - Of course, sometimes it is very cold, but it’s great... And then, the cold kills our worst enemies, like worms, midges and various bugs. If it weren't for the cold, we would have had a bad time.

“We also love the cold,” Roses added.

Azalea and Camellia were told the same thing. They all loved the cold when they were gaining color.

“Here’s what, gentlemen, we’ll tell you about our homeland,” suggested white Narcissus. - This is very interesting... Alyonushka will listen to us. After all, she loves us too...

Then everyone started talking at once. Roses remembered with tears the blessed valleys of Shiraz, Hyacinths - Palestine, Azaleas - America, Lilies - Egypt... Flowers gathered here from all corners of the world, and everyone could tell so much. Most of the flowers came from the south, where there is so much sun and no winter. How nice it is there!.. Yes, eternal summer! What huge trees grow there, what wonderful birds, how many beautiful butterflies that look like flying flowers, and flowers that look like butterflies...

“We are only guests in the north, we are cold,” all these southern plants whispered.

Native wildflowers even took pity on them. Indeed, one must have great patience when the cold north wind blows, the cold rain pours and the snow falls. Let’s say the spring snow is melting soon, but it’s still snow.

“You have a huge drawback,” Vasilek explained, having heard enough of these stories. - I don’t argue, you are perhaps sometimes more beautiful than us, simple wildflowers - I willingly admit this... yes... In a word, you are our dear guests, and your main drawback is that you grow only for the rich people, and we grow for everyone. We are much kinder... Here I am, for example, you will see me in the hands of every village child. How much joy I bring to all the poor children!.. You don’t have to pay money for me, you just have to go out into the field. I grow with wheat, rye, oats...

Alyonushka listened to everything the flowers told her about and was surprised. She really wanted to see everything herself, all those amazing countries they were just talking about.

“If I were a swallow, I would fly right now,” she finally said. - Why don’t I have wings? Oh, how good it is to be a bird!..

Before she had time to finish speaking, a ladybug crawled up to her, a real ladybug, so red, with black spots, with a black head and such thin black antennae and thin black legs.

- Alyonushka, let's fly! - Ladybug whispered, moving her antennae.

- But I don’t have wings, Ladybug!

- Sit on me...

- How can I sit down when you’re little?

- But look...

Alyonushka began to look and was more and more surprised. Ladybug spread her stiff upper wings and doubled in size, then spread her thin lower wings, like a cobweb, and became even larger. She grew before Alyonushka's eyes until she became big, big, so big that Alyonushka could freely sit on her back, between her red wings. It was very convenient.

-Are you okay, Alyonushka? - asked Ladybug.

- Well, now hold on tight...

At the first moment when they flew, Alyonushka even closed her eyes in fear. It seemed to her that she was not flying, but everything was flying under her - cities, forests, rivers, mountains. Then it began to seem to her that she had become so small, small, the size of a pinhead, and, moreover, light, like the fluff of a dandelion. And the ladybug flew quickly, quickly, so that the air only whistled between its wings.

“Look what’s down there...” Ladybug told her.

Alyonushka looked down and even clasped her little hands.

- Oh, so many roses... red, yellow, white, pink!

The ground was as if covered with a living carpet of roses.

“Let’s go down to earth,” she asked Ladybug.

They went down, and Alyonushka became big again, as she was before, and Ladybug became small.

Alyonushka ran for a long time through the pink field and picked a huge bouquet of flowers. How beautiful they are, these roses; and their aroma makes you dizzy. If only this whole pink field could be moved there, to the north, where roses are only dear guests!..

She again became big and big, and Alyonushka became small and small.

They flew again.

It was so good all around! The sky was so blue, and below was even bluer - the sea. They flew over a steep and rocky coast.

- Are we really going to fly across the sea? - asked Alyonushka.

- Yes... just sit still and hold on tight.

At first Alyonushka was even scared, but then nothing. There was nothing left except the sky and water. And ships rushed across the sea like big birds with white wings... Small ships looked like flies. Oh, how beautiful, how good!..

And ahead you can already see the seashore - low, yellow and sandy, the mouth of some huge river, some completely white city, as if it was built of sugar. And then a dead desert was visible, where only pyramids stood. Ladybug landed on the river bank. Green papyrus and lilies grew here, wonderful, tender lilies.

“It’s so nice here,” Alyonushka spoke to them. - It’s not winter for you?

- What is winter? - Lily was surprised.

— Winter is when it snows...

- What is snow?

Lily even laughed. They thought the little northern girl was playing a joke on them. It is true that every autumn huge flocks of birds flew here from the north and also talked about winter, but they themselves did not see it, but spoke from hearsay.

Alyonushka also did not believe that there was no winter. So, you don’t need a fur coat or felt boots?

“I’m hot...” she complained. “You know, Ladybug, it’s not even good when it’s eternal summer.”

- Who is used to it, Alyonushka.

They flew to high mountains, on the tops of which lay eternal snow. It wasn't so hot here. Impenetrable forests began behind the mountains. It was dark under the canopy of trees because sunlight did not penetrate here through the dense treetops. Monkeys were jumping on the branches. And how many birds there were - green, red, yellow, blue... But most amazing of all were the flowers that grew right on the tree trunks. There were flowers of a completely fiery color, some were variegated; there were flowers that looked like small birds and large butterflies - the whole forest seemed to be burning with multi-colored living lights.

“These are orchids,” explained Ladybug.

It was impossible to walk here - everything was so intertwined.

“This is a sacred flower,” Ladybug explained. - It's called a lotus...

Alyonushka saw so much that she finally got tired. She wanted to go home: after all, home was better.

“I love snow,” said Alyonushka. - It’s not good without winter...

They flew again, and the higher they rose, the colder it became. Soon snowy glades appeared below. Only one coniferous forest was turning green. Alyonushka was terribly happy when she saw the first Christmas tree.

- Christmas tree, Christmas tree! - she shouted.

- Hello, Alyonushka! - the green Christmas tree shouted to her from below.

It was a real Christmas tree - Alyonushka recognized it immediately. Oh, what a cute Christmas tree!.. Alyonushka bent down to tell her how cute she was, and suddenly flew down. Wow, how scary!.. She turned over several times in the air and fell straight into the soft snow. Out of fear, Alyonushka closed her eyes and did not know whether she was alive or dead.

- How did you get here, baby? - someone asked her.

Alyonushka opened her eyes and saw a gray-haired, hunched old man. She also recognized him immediately. This was the same old man who brings Christmas trees, gold stars, boxes with bombs and the most amazing toys to smart children. Oh, he is so kind, this old man!.. He immediately took her in his arms, covered her with his fur coat and asked again:

- How did you get here, little girl?

- I traveled on a ladybug... Oh, how much I saw, grandfather!..

- So-so...

- And I know you, grandfather! You bring Christmas trees for the kids...

- Well, well... And now I’m also organizing a Christmas tree.

He showed her a long pole that didn’t look like a Christmas tree at all.

- What kind of tree is this, grandfather? It's just a big stick...

- But you'll see...

The old man carried Alyonushka to a small village, completely covered with snow. Only roofs and chimneys were exposed from the snow. The village children were already waiting for the old man. They jumped and shouted:

- Christmas tree! Christmas tree!..

They came to the first hut. The old man took out an unthreshed sheaf of oats, tied it to the end of a pole, and raised the pole to the roof. Now small birds that don’t fly away for the winter came from all sides: sparrows, blackbirds, buntings, and began to peck at the grain.

- This is our Christmas tree! - they shouted.

Alyonushka suddenly felt very happy. It was the first time she saw how they set up a Christmas tree for birds in winter.

Oh, how fun!.. Oh, what a kind old man! One sparrow, who fussed the most, immediately recognized Alyonushka and shouted:

- But this is Alyonushka! I know her very well... She fed me crumbs more than once. Yes...

And the other sparrows also recognized her and squealed terribly with joy.

Another sparrow flew in, which turned out to be a terrible bully. He began to push everyone aside and snatch the best grains. It was the same sparrow that fought with the ruff.

Alyonushka recognized him.

- Hello, little sparrow!..

- Oh, is it you, Alyonushka? Hello!..

The bully sparrow hopped on one leg, winked slyly with one eye and said to the kind Christmas old man:

“But she, Alyonushka, wants to be a queen... Yes, I heard her say it myself just now.”

- Do you want to be a queen, baby? - asked the old man.

- I really want to, grandpa!

- Great. There is nothing simpler: every queen is a woman, and every woman is a queen... Now go home and tell this to all the other little girls.

Ladybug was glad to get out of here as quickly as possible, before some mischievous sparrow ate it. They flew home quickly, quickly... And there all the flowers were waiting for Alyonushka. They argued all the time about what a queen was.

Nomination “Methodological work in preschool educational institutions”

The kindergarten introduces preschoolers to the best works and, on this basis, solves a whole complex of interrelated problems of moral, mental, and aesthetic education. In accordance with the “Program,” I introduce children to a large number of works of children’s fiction.

Lesson objectives:

1. Learn to recognize Russian folk tales;
2. Consolidate knowledge about fairy tales;
3. Develop constructive skills, fine motor skills, memory, and work according to diagrams.

Material: Cutaway picture of a fairy tale; envelopes, diagrams of birds, construction set: Lego “Soft”, “hollow”; a.u. recording music for class; letters from the Forest Fairy; built trees, house.

Preliminary work: Reading fiction, working on diagrams.

Progress of the lesson

Teacher: Guys, today we are going on a journey through fairy tales. In order to go on a journey, you need to close your eyes and say:

"One two three four five,
Here we are again in fairy tales!”

(Children pronounce words, music sounds).

Teacher: This is a fairy-tale forest, everything in it is unusual. Guys, what fairy tales do you know in which the heroes end up in the forest?

Children: Masha and the Bear, Geese and Swans...

Teacher: Well done! you know a lot of fairy tales. Well, now let's go along the path. Look at the blockage on the path. In order to go further you need to build a fairy gate. (LEGO Soft)

Teacher: Guys, look, there is an envelope here! Let's read it.

“Hello little travelers! I am the Forest Fairy! I have prepared various tasks for you. For each task you will receive a card and at the end of the journey you need to connect all the pictures together and guess my favorite fairy tale. For the first task, take the first card.”

Teacher (takes out a card from the envelope): Guys, here is the second problem from the Forest Fairy. You need to guess which fairy tales he mixed up. Please listen to a fairy tale.

Once upon a time there was a man and a woman, a daughter and a little son. They had neither a cow, nor a pig, nor any livestock - only a goat - Dereza. Goat, black eyes. Grandfather loved this goat very much. He asked everyone to graze. One day the parents said to their daughter: daughter, we’ll go to the city, take care of your brother! Be a good girl. The father and mother left, and the daughter sat her brother down on the grass and went for a walk with the goat, Dereza. The ambassador, the ambassador, and drove home. Look, my brother is gone. The geese and swans have carried away a long time ago. The girl ran after her brother. I found him in Baba Yaga's house. She grabbed it and brought it home. Soon the parents arrived.

Teacher: Guys, what fairy tales did the Forest Fairy mix up? Name them.

Children: Geese-swans, Goat dereza.

Teacher: You completed this task and receive a second card. Well, what went next? (sounds of birds)

Oh, how fresh the air is in the forest, how beautifully the birds sing. Guys, what birds do you know? (crow, woodpecker, nightingale...)

Guys, here is another envelope with diagrams of birds. We need to build birds. (Lego hollow)

That's how many birds we've built, let's put them on trees. For this task you receive a third card.

Now, let's rest a little.

Fizminutka

Little birds
They fly through the forest (we wave our arms like birds)
Songs are sung
A violent wind has blown (we wave our hands above our heads)
I wanted to take away the birds
The birds hid in a hollow (sit down, hide your head with your hands)
It's cozy and warm there. (2 times)

Let's go into the hut! Oh what a mess this is. Let's clean up. Let's sort the constructor by color.

(Game "Vacuum Cleaner").

Teacher: Guys, look at the letter again!

Guys, you are great! All my tasks were completed, everything was put in its place! Take the last card and collect the picture.

Teacher: Guys, collect a picture and tell me which fairy tale is the Forest Fairy’s favorite fairy tale.

Children: Zayushkina's hut.

Teacher: That's right, well done. We have completed all the tasks. It's time to return from the fairy tale, to do this you need to close your eyes again and say the magic words:

“Fairy tale, close the doors!
Let us go to kindergarten!”

(children pronounce words, music stops playing)

Teacher: Here we are again in kindergarten. Our journey is over. Which task of the Forest Fairy did you like best?

K. Ushinsky “Caroling Cow”

We had a cow, but it was so characteristic and lively that it was a disaster! Maybe that’s why she had little milk.

Both her mother and sisters suffered with her. It used to be that they would drive her into the herd, and she would either come home at noon, or she would end up dead - go help her out!

Especially when she had a calf - I couldn’t help it! Once she even tore up the entire barn with her horns and fought for the calf; and her horns were long and straight. More than once her father had intended to saw off her horns, but somehow he put it off, as if the old man had a presentiment of something.

And how evasive and quick she was! If he raises his tail, lowers his head and waves, you won’t be able to catch him on a horse.

One day in the summer she came running from the shepherd, long before evening; she had a calf at home. The mother milked the cow, released the calf and said to her sister, a girl about twelve years old:

- Chase them to the river, Fenya, let them graze on the bank, and be careful that they don’t get in the way. Night is still so far away that there is no point in standing here.

Fenya took a twig and drove both the calf and the cow; she drove her to the bank, let her graze, and she sat down under a willow tree and began to weave a wreath from cornflowers that she had picked along the way in the rye; weaves and sings a song.

Fenya heard something rustling in the vines, and the river was overgrown with thick vines on both banks.

Fenya looks, something gray is pushing through the thick vines, and show the stupid girl that this is our dog Serko. It is known that a wolf is very similar to a dog, only the neck is clumsy, the tail is sticky, the muzzle is downcast and the eyes are shining; but Fenya had never seen a wolf up close.

Fenya began to beckon to the dog: “Serko, Serko!” - as she looks - the calf, and behind him the cow, rush straight at her like mad. Fenya jumped up, pressed herself against the willow, and didn’t know what to do; the calf was towards her, and the cow pressed them both with their backs to the tree, bowed their heads, roared, dug the ground with their front hooves, and thrust their horns right out at the wolf.

Fenya got scared, grabbed the tree with both hands, wanted to scream, but had no voice. And the wolf rushed straight at the cow, and jumped back - the first time, apparently, it hit him with its horn. The wolf sees that you can’t take anything unceremoniously, and he began to rush from one side to the other, in order to somehow grab a cow from the side or grab a carcass - but wherever he rushes, horns are everywhere to meet him.

Fenya still doesn’t know what’s going on, she wanted to run away, but the cow wouldn’t let her in and kept pressing her against the tree.

Then the girl started screaming, calling for help... Our Cossack was plowing on a hillock, he heard that the cow was roaring and the girl was screaming, he threw his plow and ran to the cry.

The Cossack saw what was happening, but did not dare to attack the wolf with his bare hands - he was so big and furious; The Cossack began to call his son that he was plowing right there in the field.

When the wolf saw that people were running, he calmed down, snapped once, twice, howled and into the vines.

The Cossacks barely brought Fenya home - the girl was so scared.

Then the father was glad that he did not saw off the cow’s horns.

M. Prishvin “Zhurka”

Once we had it - we caught a young crane and gave it a frog. He swallowed it. They gave me another and I swallowed it. The third, fourth, fifth, and then we didn’t have any more frogs at hand.

- Good girl! - my wife said and asked me:

- How many of them can he eat? Ten maybe?

“Ten,” I say, “maybe.”

- What if it’s twenty?

“Twenty,” I say, “hardly...

We clipped the wings of this crane, and he began to follow his wife everywhere. She milks the cow - and Zhurka goes with her, she goes to the garden - and Zhurka needs to go there, and she also goes to field and collective farm work with her, and to fetch water.

The wife got used to him as if she were her own child, and without him she is already bored, she can’t go anywhere without him. But only if it happens - he’s not there, only one thing will shout: “Fru-fru,” and he runs to her. So smart!

This is how our crane lives, and its clipped wings grow and grow.

Once the wife went down to the swamp to fetch water, and Zhurka followed her. A small frog sat by the well and jumped from Zhurka into the swamp. The frog is behind him, and the water is deep, and you can’t reach the frog from the shore. Zhurk flapped his wings and suddenly flew away. His wife gasped and followed him. He swings his arms, but he can’t get up. And in tears, and to us: “Oh, oh, what grief! Ahah!" We all ran to the well. We see: Zhurka is far away, sitting in the middle of our swamp.

- Fru-fru! - I shout.

And all the guys behind me also shout:

- Fru-fru!

And so smart! As soon as he heard our “fru-fru”, he immediately flapped his wings and flew in. At this point the wife can’t remember herself with joy and tells the kids to quickly run after the frogs. This year there were a lot of frogs, the guys soon collected two caps. The guys brought frogs and began giving and counting. They gave me five - I swallowed them, they gave me ten - I swallowed them, twenty and thirty, and so I swallowed forty-three frogs at one time.

M. Prishvin “Guys and Ducklings”

A small wild teal duck finally decided to move her ducklings from the forest, bypassing the village, into the lake to freedom. In the spring, this lake overflowed far, and a solid place for a nest could only be found about three miles away, on a hummock, in a swampy forest.

And when the water subsided, we had to travel all three miles to the lake.

In places open to the eyes of man, fox and hawk, the mother walked behind so as not to let the ducklings out of sight for a minute. And near the forge, when crossing the road, she, of course, let them go ahead. That’s where the guys saw them and threw their hats at them. All the time while they were catching the ducklings, the mother ran after them with an open beak or flew several steps in different directions in the greatest excitement. The guys were just about to throw hats at their mother and catch her like ducklings, but then I approached.

- What will you do with the ducklings? - I asked the guys sternly.

They chickened out and replied:

- Let's go.

- Let’s “let it go”! - I said very angrily. - Why did you need to catch them? Where is mother now?

- And there he sits! - the guys answered in unison.

And they pointed me to a nearby hillock of a fallow field, where the duck was actually sitting with her mouth open in excitement.

“Quickly,” I ordered the guys, “go and return all the ducklings to her!”

They even seemed to be delighted at my order and ran up the hill with the ducklings. The mother flew away a little and, when the guys left, rushed to save her sons and daughters. In her own way, she quickly said something to them and ran to the oat field. Five ducklings ran after her. And so, through the oat field, bypassing the village, the family continued its journey to the lake.

I joyfully took off my hat and, waving it, shouted:

- Bon voyage, ducklings!

The guys laughed at me.

-Why are you laughing, you fools? - I told the guys. - Do you think it’s so easy for ducklings to get into the lake? Quickly take off all your hats and shout “goodbye”!

And the same caps, dusty on the road while catching ducklings, rose into the air; the guys all shouted at once:

- Goodbye, ducklings!

V. Veresaev “Brother”

At the corner of my dacha there was a tub full of water. Nearby is an elderberry bush. On an elder tree sat side by side two young sparrows, still very young, with down showing through their feathers, with bright yellow sinuses along the edges of their beaks. One boldly and confidently fluttered onto the edge of the tub and began to drink. He drank and kept glancing at the other and talking to him in his ringing tongue. Another - a little smaller - sat on a branch with a serious look and cautiously glanced sideways at the tub. And apparently he was thirsty - his beak was agape from the heat.

And suddenly I saw clearly: the first one, he had been drunk for a long time and was simply encouraging the other by example, showing that there was nothing terrible here. He continuously jumped along the edge of the tub, lowered his beak, grabbed the water and immediately dropped it from his beak, and looked at his brother and called him. The little brother on the branch made up his mind and flew to the tub. But as soon as he touched the damp, green edge with his paws, he immediately fluttered back into the elderberry tree in fear. And he started calling him again.

And finally achieved it. The little brother flew onto the tub, sat down uncertainly, fluttering his wings all the time, and drank. Both flew away.

I. Sokolov-Mikitov “Leaf Faller”

In the autumn, when the golden leaves fell from the trees, three little hares were born to the old Hare in the swamp.

Hunters call autumn hares deciduous. Every morning the little hares watched how the cranes walked around the green swamp, how the lanky cranes learned to fly.

“I wish I could fly like that,” the smallest bunny said to his mother.

- Do not say stupid things! - the old Hare answered sternly. -Are hares supposed to fly?

Late autumn came, it became boring and cold in the forest. Birds began to gather to fly to warmer countries. Cranes are circling over the swamp, saying goodbye to their sweet green homeland for the whole winter. The bunnies hear it as if the cranes are saying goodbye to them:

- Farewell, farewell, poor leaf fallers!

The noisy cranes flew to distant lands. The lazy bears lay down in warm dens; The prickly hedgehogs curled up into balls and fell asleep; The snakes hid in deep holes. It became even more boring in the forest. The deciduous bunnies began to cry:

- Something will happen to us! We'll freeze in the swamp in winter.

- Don't talk nonsense! - the Hare said even more sternly. - Do hares freeze in winter? Soon you will grow thick, warm fur. When snow falls, we will be warm and cozy in the snow.

The bunnies calmed down. Only one, the smallest leaf-falling hare, gives no rest to anyone.

“Stay here,” he told his brothers. “And I’ll run after the cranes to warm countries.”

And the little bunny quietly ran away from his native nest to look for warm crane countries.

The Leaf Faller ran and ran through the forest and came running to a remote forest river. He sees beavers building a dam on the river. They gnaw a thick tree with their sharp teeth, the wind blows, and the tree falls into the water. The river has been dammed, you can walk along the dam.

- Tell me, guys, why are you cutting down such big trees? - asks the Leaf Faller of the beavers.

“We cut down trees for this reason,” says old Beaver, “to prepare food for the winter and to build a new hut for our little beavers.”

— Is it warm in your hut in winter?

“It’s very warm,” answers the gray-haired Beaver.

“Please take me to your hut,” asks the little bunny.

Beaver and Beaver looked at each other and said:

- We can take you. Our little beavers will be happy. But can you swim and dive?

- No, hares don’t know how to swim or dive. But I will soon learn from you, I will swim and dive well.

“Okay,” says Beaver, “here is our new hut.” It's almost ready, all that remains is to finish the roof. Jump straight into the hut.

Leaf Faller jumped into the hut. And the beaver hut has two floors. Below, near the water, food for the beavers was prepared - soft willow branches. Fresh hay is laid on top. In a corner on the hay, fluffy beavers sleep sweetly.

Before the little hare had time to take a good look around, the beavers put a roof over the hut. One beaver carries gnawed sticks, the other covers the roof with silt. His thick tail slaps loudly, like a plasterer with a shovel. The beavers are working hard.

The beavers put up a roof and it became dark in the hut. Deciduous Man remembered his bright nest, his old mother Hare and his little brothers.

“I’ll run into the forest,” thinks Listopadnichek. “It’s dark, damp, and you can freeze.”

Soon the beavers returned to their hut. We shook ourselves downstairs and dried ourselves.

“Well,” they say, “how are you feeling, little bunny?”

“Everything is very good with you,” says Listopadnichek. “But I can’t stay here for long.” It's time for me to go to the forest.

“What to do,” says Beaver, “if necessary, go.” There is now only one way out of our hut - under water. If you have learned to swim and dive well, you are welcome.

Leaf Faller stuck his paw into the cold water:

- Brrr! Oh, what cold water! It’s better, perhaps, that I stay with you all winter, I don’t want to go into the water.

“Okay, stay,” says Beaver. - We are very happy. You will be a nanny for our beavers, you will bring them food from the pantry. And we will go to the river to work and cut down trees. We are hardworking animals.

Deciduous Man remained in the beaver's hut. The beavers woke up, squeaked, and got hungry. Listopadnichek brought a whole armful of soft willow branches for them from the pantry. The beavers were very happy and began to gnaw on the willow branches - very quickly. Beavers have sharp teeth, only splinters fly. They gnawed, squeaked again, asking for food.

The Leaf Faller was tormented, carrying heavy branches from the pantry. The beavers returned late and began to clean up their hut. Beavers love cleanliness and order.

“Now,” they said to the little bunny, “please, sit down and eat with us.”

“Thank you,” says Listopadnichek, “and where is your turnip?”

“We don’t have turnips,” the beavers answer. — Beavers eat willow and aspen bark.

The little hare tasted beaver food. The hard willow bark seemed bitter to him.

“Oh, apparently I won’t see the sweet turnip again!” - thought the Little Leaf Bunny.

The next day, when the beavers left for work, the beavers squeaked - they were asking for food.

Leaf Faller ran to the pantry, and there, by the hole, an unfamiliar animal was sitting, all wet, with a huge fish in its teeth. The Leaf Faller was frightened by the terrible beast and began to pound the wall with all his might and call for the old beavers.

The beavers heard the noise and immediately appeared. The old Beaver drove the uninvited guest out of his hole.

“This is a robber otter,” said Beaver, “she does a lot of harm to us, spoils and ruins our dams.” Just don’t be timid, little bunny: the otter won’t show up in our hut any time soon. I gave her good blows.

Beaver kicked out the otter, and he himself went into the water. And again the Leaf Faller remained with the beavers in the damp, dark hut.

Many times he heard how a cunning fox approached the hut, sniffing, and how an angry lynx wandered near the hut. The greedy wolverine tried to break the hut.

During the long winter, the Little Leaf Bunny suffered a lot of fear. He often remembered his warm nest, his old mother Hare.

Once a big disaster happened on a forest river. In early spring, water broke through a large dam built by beavers. The hut began to flood.

- Get up! Get up! - Old Beaver shouted. “It was the otter that ruined our dam.”

The beavers rushed down - splashing into the water! And the water is getting higher and higher. She wet the bunny's tail.

- Swim, little bunny! - says old Beaver. - Swim, save yourself, otherwise you will perish!

Leaffall's tail is shaking with fear. The timid little bunny was very afraid of cold water.

- Well, what should I do with you? - said old Beaver. - Sit on my tail and hold on tight. I will teach you to swim and dive.

The little hare sat down on a wide beaver tail, holding on tightly with his paws. The Beaver dived into the water, wagged its tail, but could not resist, and the Leaf Faller flew out of the water like a bullet. Willy-nilly, I had to swim to the shore myself. He went ashore, snorted, shook himself, and headed as fast as he could to his native swamp.

And the old Hare with her babies slept in her nest. Leaf Faller was delighted and clung to his mother.

The hare did not recognize her little hare:

- Ay, ay, who is this?

“It’s me,” said Listopadnichek. - I'm from the water. I'm cold, I'm very cold.

She sniffed and licked the Leafy Hare and put her to sleep in a warm nest. He fell asleep soundly next to his mother in his native nest.

In the morning, hares from all over the swamp gathered to listen to the Deciduous Man.

He told his brothers and sisters how he followed cranes to warm countries, how he lived with beavers, how old Beaver taught him to swim and dive.

Since then, throughout the forest, the Leaf Faller has become known as the bravest and most desperate hare.

N. Sladkov “Topic and Katya”

The wild magpie was named Katya, and the domestic rabbit was named Topik. We put domestic Topik and wild Katya together.

Katya immediately pecked Topik in the eye, and he hit her with his paw. But soon they became friends and lived in perfect harmony: a bird soul and an animal soul. Two orphans began to learn from each other.

The top cuts the blades of grass, and Katya, looking at him, begins to pluck the blades of grass. He rests his feet, shakes his head, and pulls with all his chick strength. Topik is digging a hole - Katya spins around, pokes her nose into the ground, helps to dig.

But when Katya climbs into the bed with thick wet lettuce and begins to swim, flutter and jump in it, Topik hobbles to her for training. But he is a lazy student: he doesn’t like dampness, he doesn’t like to swim, and so he just starts gnawing on the salad.

Katya taught Topik to steal strawberries from the beds. Looking at her, he began to eat ripe berries. But then we took a broom and drove them both away.

Katya and Topik loved to play catch-up. To begin with, Katya climbed onto Topeka’s back and began hitting him on the top of his head and pinching his ears. When Topik's patience ran out, he jumped up and tried to run away. With all her two legs, with a desperate cry, helping with her scanty wings, Katya set off in pursuit. Running and fussing began.

One day, while chasing Topik, Katya suddenly took off. So Topik taught Katya to fly. And then he himself learned from her such jumps that no dogs were afraid of him.

This is how Katya and Top lived. They played during the day and slept in the garden at night. The top is covered in dill, and Katya is in the onion bed. And they smelled so much of dill and onions that even the dogs sneezed when they looked at them.

N. Sladkov “Not Hearing”

Bears are strict mothers. And bear cubs are not hearing. While they are still sucking, they run behind them and get tangled in their legs.

And when they grow up, it’s a disaster!

Yes, and bears themselves are weak: they like to take a nap in the cold. Isn’t it fun for the cubs to listen to their sleepy sniffles when there are so many tempting rustles, squeaks, and songs all around!

From flower to bush, from bush to tree - and they will wander...

I once met such a fool, who ran away from his mother, in the forest.

I sat by the stream and dipped a cracker into the water. I was hungry, and the cracker was hard, so I worked on it for a very long time. So long that the forest inhabitants got tired of waiting for me to leave, and they began to crawl out of their hiding places.

Here two small animals climbed out onto the stump. Mice squealed in the stones, apparently they had gotten into a fight. And suddenly a bear cub jumped out into the clearing. The bear cub is like a bear cub: big-headed, big-lipped, awkward.

The little bear saw a tree stump, bucked his tail, and jumped sideways right towards it. Polchki - in a mink, but what a problem! The little bear remembered well what tasty things his mother treated him to at each such stump. Just have time to lick your lips!

The bear walked around the stump on the left - no one was there. I looked to the right - no one. I stuck my nose into the crack - it smells like shelves! He climbed onto a stump and scratched the stump with his paw. Stump like a stump.

The bear was confused and became quiet. I looked around.

And all around is forest. Thick. Dark. There are rustling sounds in the forest.

There is a stone on the way. The bear cheered up: this is a familiar thing!

He put his paw under a stone, rested himself, and pressed his shoulder. The stone gave way and the frightened little mice squeaked under it.

The bear threw a stone - with both paws under it. He hurried: the stone fell and crushed the bear’s paw. The bear howled and shook his sore paw. Then he licked it, licked it, and limped on.

He trudges along, no longer looks around, looks at his feet.

And he sees: a mushroom. The bear became shy. I walked around the mushroom. With his eyes he sees: a mushroom, you can eat it. And with his nose he smells: a bad mushroom, you can’t eat it!

And I’m hungry... and scared!

The bear got angry and how he could hit the mushroom with his healthy paw!

The mushroom burst. The dust from it is a fountain of yellow, acrid, right in the bear’s nose.

It was a puffing mushroom. The bear sneezed and coughed. Then he rubbed his eyes, sat on his backside and howled quietly.

And who will hear? There is forest all around. Thick. Dark. There are rustling sounds in the forest.

And suddenly - plop! Frog! Teddy bear with the right paw - frog to the left. Teddy bear with left paw - frog to the right.

The bear took aim, rushed forward and crushed the frog under itself. He grabbed it with his paw and pulled it out from under his belly. Here he would eat the frog with gusto - his first prey.

And he, the fool, just wants to play.

He fell on his back, rolled around with a frog, sniffled, squealed as if he was being tickled.

Then he will throw a frog. It will pass from paw to paw.

He played and played and lost his frog.

I sniffed the grass around - no frog. So the bear fell onto his backside, opened his mouth to scream, and was left with his mouth open: the old bear was looking at him from behind the bushes.

The little bear was very happy with his furry mother: she would caress him and find him a frog.

Whining pitifully and limping, he trotted towards her. Yes, suddenly he received such a slap that he immediately buried his nose in the ground.

That's how I caressed you!

The bear got angry, reared up, and barked at his mother. He barked and rolled into the grass again from the slap.

See, it's bad! He jumped up and ran into the bushes.

The bear is behind him.

For a long time I heard the branches cracking and the little bear barking from his mother’s slaps.

“Look how he teaches him intelligence and caution!” - I thought. The bears ran away without noticing me.

M. Zoshchenko “Exemplary child”

Once upon a time there lived a little boy Pavlik in Leningrad.

He had a mother. And there was dad. And there was a grandmother.

And in addition, a cat named Bubenchik lived in their apartment.

This morning dad went to work. Mom left too. And Pavlik stayed with his grandmother.

And my grandmother was terribly old. And she loved to sleep in the chair.

So dad left. And mom left. Grandma sat down in a chair. And Pavlik began to play on the floor with his cat. He wanted her to walk on her hind legs. But she didn't want to. And she meowed very pitifully.

Suddenly a bell rang on the stairs.

Grandmother and Pavlik went to open the doors.

It's the postman.

He brought a letter.

Pavlik took the letter and said:

“I’ll tell dad myself.”

The postman has left. Pavlik wanted to play with his cat again. And suddenly he sees: the cat is nowhere to be found.

Pavlik says to his grandmother:

- Grandma, that’s the number - our Bubenchik is missing!

Grandma says:

“Bubenchik probably ran up the stairs when we opened the door for the postman.”

Pavlik says:

- No, it was probably the postman who took my Bell. He probably gave us the letter on purpose and took my trained cat for himself. It was a cunning postman.

Grandmother laughed and said jokingly:

- Tomorrow the postman will come, we will give him this letter and in return we will take our cat back from him.

So the grandmother sat down in a chair and fell asleep.

And Pavlik put on his coat and cap, took the letter and quietly went out onto the stairs.

“It’s better,” he thinks, “I’ll give the letter to the postman now. And now I’d better take my cat from him.”

So Pavlik went out into the yard. And he sees that there is no postman in the yard.

Pavlik went outside. And he walked down the street. And he sees: there is no postman anywhere on the street either.

Suddenly some red-haired woman says:

- Oh, look, everyone: what a little kid walking alone down the street! He probably lost his mother and got lost. Oh, call the policeman quickly!

Here comes a policeman with a whistle. His aunt tells him:

- Look at this boy, about five years old, who got lost.

The policeman says:

— This boy is holding a letter in his pen. This letter probably contains the address where he lives. We will read this address and deliver the child home. It's good that he took the letter with him.

Auntie says:

— In America, many parents deliberately put letters in their children’s pockets so that they don’t get lost.

And with these words, the aunt wants to take a letter from Pavlik.

Pavlik tells her:

- Why are you worried? I know where I live.

The aunt was surprised that the boy was so bold to her

said. And from excitement I almost fell into a puddle.

Then he says:

- Look, what a lively boy! Let him then tell us where he lives.

Pavlik answers:

— Fontanka Street, five.

The policeman looked at the letter and said:

- Wow, this is a fighting child: he knows where he lives.

The aunt says to Pavlik:

- What’s your name and who is your dad?

Pavlik says:

- My dad is a driver. Mom went to the store. Grandma is sleeping in a chair. And my name is Pavlik.

The policeman laughed and said:

- This is a fighting, demonstrative child: he knows everything. He'll probably be a police chief when he grows up.

The aunt says to the policeman:

— Take this boy home.

The policeman says to Pavlik:

- Well, little comrade, let's go home.

Pavlik says to the policeman:

“Give me your hand and I’ll take you to my house.” This is my beautiful home.

Here the policeman laughed. And the red-haired aunt laughed too.

The policeman said:

- This is an extremely combative, demonstrative child. Not only does he know everything, he also wants to take me home. This child will certainly be the chief of police.

So the policeman gave his hand to Pavlik, and they went home.

As soon as they reached their house, suddenly their mother was walking.

Mom was surprised to see Pavlik walking down the street, picked him up and brought him home.

At home she scolded him a little. She said:

- Oh, you nasty boy, why did you run into the street?

Pavlik said:

“I wanted to take my Bubenchik from the postman.” Otherwise my little bell disappeared, and probably the postman took it.

Mom said:

- What nonsense! Postmen never take cats. There's your little bell sitting on the closet.

Pavlik says:

- That's the number. Look where my trained cat jumped.

Mom says:

“You, nasty boy, must have been tormenting her, so she climbed onto the closet.”

Suddenly grandma woke up.

Grandmother, not knowing what happened, says to mother:

“Today Pavlik behaved very quietly and well. And he didn't even wake me up. We should give him candy for this.

Mom says:

“You don’t need to give him candy, but put him in the corner with his nose.” He ran outside today.

Grandma says:

- That's the number!

Suddenly dad comes. Dad wanted to get angry, why did the boy run out into the street? But Pavlik gave dad a letter.

Dad says:

- This letter is not to me, but to my grandmother.

Then she says:

— In Moscow, my youngest daughter gave birth to another child.

Pavlik says:

“Probably a fighting child was born.” And he will probably be the chief of police.

Then everyone laughed and sat down to dinner.

The first course was soup with rice. For the second course - cutlets. For the third there was jelly.

The cat Bubenchik watched Pavlik eat from her closet for a long time. Then I couldn’t stand it and decided to eat a little too.

She jumped from the closet to the chest of drawers, from the chest of drawers to the chair, from the chair to the floor.

And then Pavlik gave her a little soup and a little jelly.

And the cat was very happy with it.

V. Inber “Do-re-mi-fa...”

“The sofa will have to make room,” said mom. “We’ll move it closer to the window, and in its place we’ll put an object that will be delivered tomorrow.”

— Is the sofa next to the window? - I got worried. - Away from the stove? Where will we sit with dad in the evenings?

- You will sit by the window. Who cares?

- Is it possible to put this item instead of a sideboard, and the sideboard to the window?

- No you can not. This is too complicated a change.

I was so upset that I didn’t even ask who should give way to our sofa. But I already disliked this item, which was supposed to be delivered tomorrow.

In the evening I felt so sad that dad asked what was the matter.

I said nothing.

- What happened anyway? - Dad insisted.

I grabbed the sofa cushion and pressed my cheek against it, as if I was parting with a dear friend.

“So I’m right,” said dad. - Something happened. And now you will tell me exactly what.

I had to say.

Dad reassured me:

- We'll work it out somehow. We won't let you offend the sofa.

And, to my great joy, they moved the buffet to the window, which did not care where it stood.

The item brought turned out to be a large old grand piano, bought “for the occasion.”

I really regretted that this incident did not happen in some other family. I didn't like the piano. As they carried him up the stairs, he grumbled lowly. It took a long time to turn him at the door: his tail got in the way. The janitor and two loaders were exhausted.

Finally, the piano was dragged into the dining room, the janitor said: “Play for your health!” He and the movers were paid and they left.

The piano was brown, already tarnished. The right pedal was humming, but the left pedal was not pressed at all. The yellowed keys sounded discordant.

“The piano is upset,” said my mother. — The tuner, Mr. Ptacek, will come and put everything in order.

- You know? - Dima suggested the next day. - While the piano is not tuned, and there is no one at home, let's play four hands.

- Let's! — I happily agreed.

We sat down in front of the piano, side by side, on two chairs. And if only someone could listen to the music that started!

We poked our fingers into the keys, hit them with all our fingers, hit them with our fists!

But even this seemed not enough to us. Dima and I pulled off a shoe each and, with loud laughter, began to hit all the keys at once.

The old piano groaned with all its strings, as if it were crying, but grief was not enough for us.

Louder, even louder! Do not snooze!

We made such a noise that we couldn't hear anything else. When, tired of the “game,” red and disheveled, we turned around, we saw that my mother was standing behind us, and next to her an elderly man with an oblong box in his hands: Mr. Ptacek, the tuner.

“Go on, go on,” said mom. - Why did you stop?

Lowering our heads, we quietly slid down from the chairs and stood in front of our mother, each of us on one leg, tucking the other, barefoot one, under us, and hiding the removed shoe behind our backs.

- Oh, ugh! - Mr. Ptacek said, shaking his head. - How is this possible? A venerable instrument. Antique work. Great pianists played it. And then... Phew! “And Mr. Ptacek carefully wiped the old keys with a suede cloth.

He unlocked his black drawer and took out his tools. Then he lifted the lid of the piano, where, like a harp on its side, lay the strings, which were struck by small felt hammers.

Mom went to her place. Mr. Ptacek did not pay any attention to us. And we, ashamed and silent, wandered into the nursery and, sitting there, began to listen to how the piano was being tuned.

Mr. Ptacek struck the keys here and there, listened to the sound, did something with the strings, and struck again.

At the same time, he spoke quietly to each note individually:

- Do-do-do, well, well. And now fa. I can't hear you well, my little fa. Re-re-re. Eh, how fake you are! You have dropped, poor note. We'll pull you up now. Now let's try the highest A. What a bright voice! Smart girl, smart girl. Now do-re-mi-fa... back and forth, back and forth.

Mr. Ptacek talked with the notes until they sounded the way he demanded.

At parting, he played a waltz, packed his box and left, politely saying goodbye to my mother and very coldly to us.

“Tomorrow, Verochka, you will start taking music lessons,” said my mother. — Susanna Ippolitovna will come to you twice a week.

I began to like the piano. I thought about how diligently I would study, how Susanna Ippolitovna would be pleased with me. And most importantly, how pleased Uncle Oscar will be at the thought that we have another musician in our family.

Susanna Ippolitovna was tall and stood very straight. Her face was without blush and without a smile. On a thin nose is a pince-nez with a black cord thrown behind the ear.

The first lessons were spent on “setting” my hand: I had to hold it high and hit the keys with that part of the finger called the pad. Then I got acquainted with the notes and started working on scales.

But the same do-re-mi-fa who were so obedient to Mr. Ptacek did not obey me.

Susanna Ippolitovna was very strict. When she looked at my hands through her pince-nez, with the string behind her ear, it began to seem to me that I had a thimble on each finger.

In addition, out of excitement, I was afraid to confuse the name of my teacher and call her Ippolita Susannovna, as had already happened to me once.

“Mommy, let Mr. Ptacek give me lessons,” I asked.

“Mr. Ptacek can tune a piano, but not a student,” my mother answered. “The whole problem is in you—Susanna Ippolitovna and I are unhappy with you.”

Music was so difficult for me that dad finally said:

- It’s sad, but Verusha will have to be released from these activities.

“These first difficulties must be overcome,” my mother objected. - It will be easier later.

“You, Lizanka, are wrong,” dad insisted. — Music is not a literacy that everyone needs. Only those who have an aptitude for it should learn music. Otherwise it's wasted time.

“But, my friend, we bought a piano for this purpose!” - Mom persisted. “It’s a shame if he stands around doing nothing.”

“It’s better for him to stand idle than to be drenched in tears every day,” dad insisted.

It all ended with me being released from music. But the piano was not left idle. Tamara turned out to have very great musical abilities.

She always tried to come on the days of my lessons. Everything that was difficult for me was so easy for her that Susanna Ippolitovna expressed a desire to study with her.

While studying with Tamara, Susanna Ippolitovna became less strict. She even smiled.

One day after a lesson, Tamara asked her to play something for us.

- What would you like to play? — Susanna Ippolitovna thought, fingering the keys.

“If possible, please, “Waltz Caprice,” I asked timidly.

- No, I’d rather play “Tarantella” - an Italian dance.

Susanna Ippolitovna threw off her pince-nez. And we saw that her eyes were big and shiny.

Her face without the lace became completely different. She started playing. And although it was not like Uncle Oscar, it was still very good. Our whole apartment was filled with music. Aunt Nasha and Daryushka silently appeared in the corridor.

When Susanna Ippolitovna finished playing, they applauded in the corridor, and Tamara and I rushed to kiss her.

The pink-faced Susanna Ippolitovna gently hugged Tamara and patted me on the cheek:

-You're a good girl too. But no abilities.

- But why, Susanna Ippolitovna, do I so love listening to others play? So I love music!

- Yes, you love her. But you can’t play by yourself. This often happens,” answered Susanna Ippolitovna, throwing the string behind her ear.

“But I’ll play all my life,” Tamara said.

And it was clear that this time it would be so.

B. Zhitkov “About the monkey”

I was twelve years old and in school. One day during recess my friend Yukhimenko came up to me and said:

- Do you want me to give you a monkey?

I didn’t believe it - I thought he was going to pull some kind of joke on me so that sparks would fly out of my eyes, and say: “This is a “monkey.” I'm not like that.

“Okay,” I say, “we know.”

“No,” he says, “really.” Live monkey. She is good. Her name is Yashka. And dad is angry.

- On whom?

- Yes, on me and Yashka. Take it away, he says, wherever you want. I think it's best for you.

After classes we went to see him. I still didn't believe it. Did I really think I would have a live monkey? And he kept asking what she was like. And Yukhimenko says:

- You'll see, don't be afraid, she's small.

Indeed, it turned out to be small. If it stands on its paws, it will be no more than half an arshin. The muzzle is wrinkled, like an old woman, and the eyes are lively and shiny. Its fur is red and its paws are black. It's like human hands in black gloves. She was wearing a blue vest.

Yukhimenko shouted:

- Yashka, Yashka, go! What will I give!

And he put his hand in his pocket. The monkey screamed: “Ay, ah!” - Yukhimenko jumped into her arms in two leaps. He immediately put it in his overcoat, in his bosom.

“Let’s go,” he says.

I couldn't believe my eyes. We walk down the street, carrying such a miracle, and no one knows what we have in our bosom.

Dear Yukhimenko told me what to feed.

- Everyone eats, everyone, come on. Loves sweets. Candy is a disaster. If he gets too full, he will definitely overeat. He likes his tea to be liquid and sweet. You're giving her a hard time. Two pieces. Don’t give him a bite: he’ll eat the sugar and won’t drink the tea.

I listened to everything and thought: I won’t spare her even three pieces, she’s so cute, like a toy man. Then I remembered that she didn’t have a tail either.

“Did you,” I say, “cut off her tail at the very root?”

“She’s a macaque,” ​​says Yukhimenko, “they don’t grow tails.”

We arrived at our home. Mom and the girls were sitting at lunch. Yukhimenka and I walked in straight in our greatcoats.

I speak:

- Who do we have?

Everyone turned around. Yukhimenko opened his overcoat. No one had time to make out anything yet, but Yashka was about to jump from Yukhimenka onto his mother’s head; pushed with his legs - and onto the buffet. I ruined my mother’s entire hairstyle.

Everyone jumped up and shouted:

- Oh, who, who is it?

And Yashka sat down on the sideboard and made faces, slurped, and bared his teeth.

Yukhimenko was afraid that they would scold him now, and quickly went to the door. They didn’t even look at him - everyone looked at the monkey. And suddenly the girls all began to sing in one voice:

- How pretty!

And my mother kept fixing her hair.

- Where does it come from?

I looked back. Yukhimenka is no longer there. So, I remained the owner. And I wanted to show that I know how to handle a monkey. I stuck my hand in my pocket and shouted, like Yukhimenko earlier:

- Yashka, Yashka! Go, I'll give you what!

Everyone was waiting. But Yashka didn’t even look - he began to itch slightly and often with his black little paw.

Until the evening, Yashka did not go downstairs, but jumped over the top from the sideboard to the door, from the door to the closet, and from there to the stove.

In the evening my father said:

“You can’t leave her like that overnight, she’ll turn the apartment upside down.”

And I started catching Yashka. I go to the buffet - he goes to the stove. I brushed him out of there - he jumped on the clock. The clock swayed and began to swing. And Yashka is already swinging on the curtains. From there towards the painting, the painting looked sideways - I was afraid that Yashka would throw himself at the hanging lamp.

But then everyone had already gathered and began to chase Yashka. They threw balls, spools, matches at him and finally drove him into a corner.

Yashka pressed himself against the wall, bared his teeth and clicked his tongue - he began to scare. But they covered him with a woolen scarf and wrapped him up, entangling him.

Yashka floundered and screamed, but they soon twisted him around so that only his head remained sticking out. He turned his head, blinked his eyes, and seemed like he was about to cry out of resentment.

You can’t swaddle a monkey every night!

Father said:

- Tie it down. For the vest - and to the leg, to the table.

I brought the rope, felt the button on Yashka’s back, threaded the rope into the loop and tied it tightly. Yashka's vest on the back was fastened with three buttons. Then I brought Yashka, wrapped up as he was, to the table, tied a rope to his leg, and only then unwound the scarf.

Wow, how he started jumping! But where could he break the rope! He screamed, got angry and sat down sadly on the floor.

I took sugar from the cupboard and gave it to Yashka. He grabbed a piece with his black paw and tucked it into his cheek. This made his whole face twist.

I asked Yashka for a paw. He handed me his pen.

Then I noticed what pretty black nails she had on. Toy living pen. I began to stroke the paw and thought: just like a child. And tickled his palm. And the baby jerks his paw and hits me on the cheek. I didn’t even have time to blink, and he slapped me in the face and jumped under the table. He sat down and grinned. Here comes the baby!

But then they sent me to bed.

I wanted to tie Yashka to my bed, but they didn’t let me. I kept listening to what Yashka was doing and thought that he definitely needed to make a crib so that he could sleep like people and cover himself with a blanket. I would put my head on a pillow. I thought and thought and fell asleep.

In the morning he jumped up and, without getting dressed, went to see Yashka. There is no Yashka on the rope. There is a rope, a vest is tied to the rope, but there is no monkey. I see all three buttons on the back are undone. It was he who unbuttoned the vest, left it on the rope, and tore himself. I search around the room. I spank with my bare feet. Nowhere. I was scared. How did you escape? I haven’t spent a day, and here you are! I looked at the cabinets, into the stove - nowhere. He ran away into the street. And it’s frosty outside—you’ll freeze, poor thing. And I myself became cold. I ran to get dressed. Suddenly I see something moving in my bed. The blanket moves. I even shuddered. Here he is! It was he who felt cold on the floor, and he ran away and onto my bed. Huddled under the blanket. But I was asleep and didn’t know. Yashka, half asleep, did not act shy, he gave himself into my hands, and I put the blue vest on him again.

When they sat down to drink tea, Yashka jumped up on the table, looked around, immediately found a sugar bowl, put his paw in and jumped on the door. He jumped so easily that it seemed like he was flying without jumping. The monkey's feet had fingers like hands, and Yashka could grab with his feet. He did just that. He sits like a child, in someone’s arms, folding his arms, while he himself pulls something from the table with his foot.

He'll steal the knife and jump around with the knife. This is to be taken away from him, but he will run away. Yashka was given tea in a glass. He hugged the glass like a bucket, drank and smacked. I didn't skimp on the sugar.

When I left for school, I tied Yashka to the door, to the handle. This time I tied a rope around his waist so that he couldn’t fall off. When I came home, I saw from the hallway what Yashka was doing. He hung on the door handle and rode on the doors like on a carousel. He pushes off from the door frame and goes all the way to the wall. He pushes his foot into the wall and goes back.

When I sat down to prepare my homework, I sat Yashka on the table. He really liked to warm himself near the lamp. He dozed like an old man in the sun, swayed and, squinting, watched me

I poke the pen into the ink. Our teacher was strict, and I wrote the page cleanly. I didn't want to get wet so as not to spoil it. Left it to dry. I come and see: Yakov is sitting on a notebook, dipping his finger into the inkwell, grumbling and drawing ink Babylons according to my writing. Oh, you rubbish! I almost cried with grief. He rushed at Yashka. Where! He stained all the curtains with ink. That’s why Yukhimenkin’s dad was angry with him and Yashka...

But once my dad got angry with Yashka. Yashka was picking off the flowers that stood on our windows. He tears off a leaf and teases. Father caught and beat Yashka. And then he tied him as punishment on the stairs that led to the attic. A narrow staircase. And the wide one went down from the apartment.

Here is the father going to work in the morning. He cleaned himself up, put on his hat, and went down the stairs. Clap! The plaster falls. Father stopped and shook off his hat. I looked up - no one. As soon as he went, bang, another piece of lime right on his head. What's happened?

And from the side I could see how Yashka was operating. He broke some mortar from the wall, laid it out along the edges of the steps, and lay down, hiding on the stairs, just above his father’s head. As soon as his father went, Yashka quietly pushed the plaster off the step with his foot and tried it on so deftly that it fit right into his father’s hat - he was taking revenge on him for the fact that his father had bullied him the day before.

But when real winter began, the wind howled in the chimneys, the windows were covered with snow, Yashka became sad. I kept warming him and holding him close to me. Yashka’s face became sad and saggy, he squealed and huddled closer to me. I tried to put it in my bosom, under my jacket. Yashka immediately settled down there: he grabbed the shirt with all four paws and hung like he was glued to it. He slept there without opening his paws. Another time you’ll forget that you have a living belly under your jacket and lean against the table. Yashka is now scratching my side with his paw: he’s letting me know to be careful.

One Sunday the girls came to visit. We sat down to have breakfast. Yashka sat quietly in my bosom, and he was not noticeable at all. At the end, sweets were distributed. As soon as I began to unwrap the first one, suddenly a furry hand stretched out from my bosom, right from my stomach, grabbed the candy and went back. The girls squealed in fear. And Yashka heard that they were rustling paper, and guessed that they were eating sweets. And I tell the girls: “This is my third hand; I put candy directly into my stomach with this hand so I don’t have to fuss for a long time.” But everyone already guessed that it was a monkey, and from under the jacket they could hear the crunching of the candy: it was Yashka gnawing and chomping, as if I were chewing with my stomach.

Yashka was angry with his father for a long time. Yashka reconciled with him because of the sweets. My father had just quit smoking and instead of cigarettes he carried small sweets in his cigarette case. And every time after dinner, my father opened the tight lid of the cigarette case with his thumb and fingernail, and took out candy. Yashka is right there: sitting on his knees and waiting - fidgeting, stretching. So my father once gave the entire cigarette case to Yashka. Yashka took it in his hand, and with the other hand, just like my father, he began to pick at the lid with his thumb. His finger is small, and the lid is tight and dense, and nothing comes of Yashenka. He howled with frustration. And the candies rattle. Then Yashka grabbed his father’s thumb and with his nail, like a chisel, began to pick off the lid. This made my father laugh, he opened the lid and brought it to Yashka. Yashka immediately put his paw in, grabbed a full handful, quickly put it in his mouth and ran away. Not every day is such happiness!

We had a doctor friend. He liked to talk - it was a disaster. Especially at lunch. Everyone has already finished, everything on his plate is cold, then he will just grab it - pick at it, hastily swallow two pieces.

- Thank you, I'm full.

Once he was having lunch with us, he poked his fork into the potatoes and waved this fork - he said. I'm going crazy - I can't stop it. And Yashka, I see, climbs up the back of the chair, quietly crept up and sat down at the doctor’s shoulder. Doctor says:

“And you see, it’s just here...” And he stopped the fork with the potatoes near his ear - for just one moment.

Yashenka quietly grabbed the potatoes with his little paw and took them off the fork - carefully, like a thief. And the doctor goes on:

- And imagine... - And poked an empty fork into your mouth. He was embarrassed - he thought, shook off the potatoes as he waved his hands, and looked around.

But Yashka is no longer there - he sits in the corner and cannot chew the potatoes, he has stuffed his whole throat.

The doctor himself laughed, but still was offended by Yashka.

Yashka was given a bed in a basket: with a sheet, blanket, and pillow. But Yashka did not want to sleep like a human being: he wrapped everything around himself in a ball and sat like a stuffed animal all night. They sewed him a little green dress with a cape, and he looked like a short-haired girl from an orphanage.

Now I hear a ringing in the next room. What's happened? I make my way quietly and see: Yashka is standing on the windowsill in a green dress, in one hand he has a lamp glass, and in the other there is a hedgehog, and he is furiously cleaning the glass with the hedgehog. He got into such a rage that he didn’t hear me enter. He saw how the glass was cleaned, and let’s try it ourselves.

Otherwise, if you leave him with a lamp in the evening, he will turn the fire on full flame - the lamp smokes, soot flies around the rooms, and he sits and growls at the lamp.

Trouble has happened to Yashka, you can even put him in a cage. I scolded him and beat him. But I couldn’t be angry with him for a long time. When Yashka wanted to be liked, he became very affectionate, climbed onto his shoulder and began searching his head. This means that he loves you very much.

He needs to beg for something - candy or an apple - now he climbs onto his shoulder and carefully begins to run his paws through his hair: he searches and scratches with his nails. He doesn’t find anything, but pretends to have caught the beast: he bites something off his fingers.

One day a lady came to visit us. She thought she was beautiful. Discharged. Everything is so silky and rustling. There is not a hairstyle on the head, but a whole arbor of hair twisted in curls, in ringlets. And on a long chain around her neck is a mirror in a silver frame.

Yashka carefully jumped up to her on the floor.

- Oh, what a cute monkey! - says the lady. And let's play with the mirror with Yashka.

Yashka caught the mirror, turned it over, jumped onto the lady’s lap and began to try the mirror on his teeth.

The lady took the mirror away and held it in her hand. And Yashka wants to get a mirror. The lady casually stroked Yashka with her glove and slowly pushed him off her lap. So Yashka decided to please, to flatter the lady. Jump on her shoulder. He grabbed the lace tightly with his hind paws and took hold of his hair. I dug out the curls and began to search. The lady blushed.

- Let's go, let's go! - speaks.

Not so! Yashka tries even harder: he scrapes with his nails and clicks his teeth.

This lady always sat in front of the mirror to admire herself, and when she sees in the mirror that Yashka has disheveled her, she almost cries. I went to the rescue. Where there! Yashka grabbed his hair as hard as he could and looked at me wildly. The lady pulled him by the collar, and Yashka twisted her hair. I looked at myself in the mirror - a stuffed animal. I swung my hand, scared Yashka away, and our guest grabbed her head and hit the door.

“It’s a disgrace,” he says, “a disgrace!” “And I didn’t say goodbye to anyone.”

“Well,” I think, “I’ll keep it until spring and give it to someone if Yukhimenko doesn’t take it. I got so much for this monkey.”

And now spring has come. It's warmer. Yashka came to life and did even more mischief. He really wanted to go out into the yard and be free. And our yard was huge, about the size of a tithe. In the middle of the yard there was a mountain of government coal, and around there were warehouses with goods. And the guards kept a whole pack of dogs in the yard to protect against thieves. The dogs are big and angry. And all the dogs were commanded by the red dog Kashtan. Whoever Kashtan growls at, all the dogs rush at him. Whoever Kashtan lets through, the dogs will not touch. And Kashtan was beating someone else's dog with his chest running. He’ll hit her, knock her off her feet, and stand over her, growling, but she’s afraid to move.

I looked out the window and saw that there were no dogs in the yard. Let me, I think, I’ll go and take Yashenka for a walk for the first time. I put a green dress on him so that he wouldn’t catch a cold, put him on my shoulder and went. As soon as I opened the doors, Yashka jumped to the ground and ran across the yard. And suddenly, out of nowhere, the whole pack of dogs, and Kashtan in front, straight towards Yashka. And he’s like a little green doll, standing small. I already decided that Yashka was missing - they would tear him apart now. Kashtan poked his head towards Yashka. But Yashka turned to him, sat down, and took aim. Kashtan stood a step away from the monkey, bared his teeth and grumbled, but did not dare to rush at such a miracle. The dogs all bristled and waited for Chestnut.

I wanted to rush to the rescue. But suddenly Yashka jumped and at one moment sat on Kashtan’s neck. And then the wool flew off Chestnut in shreds. Yashka hit him in the face and eyes, so that his paws were not visible. Kashtan howled, and in such a terrible voice that all the dogs scattered. Kashtan started to run headlong, and Yashka sat, grabbed the wool with his feet, held on tightly, and with his hands tore Kashtan by the ears, pinched the wool into shreds. The chestnut has gone crazy: it rushes around the coal mountain with a wild howl. Yashka ran around the yard on horseback three times and jumped onto the coal as he went. I slowly climbed to the very top. There was a wooden booth; he climbed onto the booth, sat down and began scratching his side as if nothing had happened. Here, they say, it’s me - I don’t care!

And Kashtan is at the gate from a terrible beast.

Since then, I boldly began to let Yashka out into the yard: only Yashka from the porch - all the dogs go into the gate. Yashka was not afraid of anyone..

Carts will arrive in the yard, the whole yard will be clogged, there will be nowhere to go. And Yashka flies from cart to cart. He jumps onto the horse's back - the horse tramples, shakes its mane, snorts, and Yashka slowly jumps over to the other. The cab drivers just laugh and are surprised:

- Look how Satan is jumping. Look! Wow!

And Yashka goes for bags. Looks for cracks. He sticks his paw in and feels what’s there. He finds where the sunflowers are, sits and immediately clicks on the cart. It happened that Yashka would find the nuts. He hits you on the cheeks and tries to grab them with all four hands.

But then Jacob found an enemy. Yes what! There was a cat in the yard. No one's. He lived at the office, and everyone fed him scraps. He grew fat and became as big as a dog. He was angry and scratchy.

And then one evening Yashka was walking around the yard. I couldn’t call him home. I see the cat came out into the yard and jumped onto the bench that stood under the tree. As soon as Yashka saw the cat, he went straight to him. He crouches down and walks slowly on all fours. Straight to the bench and never takes his eyes off the cat. The cat picked up its paws, hunched its back, and got ready. And Yashka is crawling closer and closer. The cat widened his eyes and backed away. Yashka is on the bench. The cat is all the way back to the other edge, towards the tree. My heart sank. And Yakov crawls along the bench towards the cat. The cat had already shrunk into a ball and was all drawn up. And suddenly - he jumped, not on Yashka, but on a tree. He grabbed the trunk and looked down at the monkey. And Yashka still makes the same move towards the tree. The cat was scratched higher - he was used to saving himself in trees. And Yashka is up the tree, still slowly, aiming at the cat with his black eyes. The cat climbed higher, higher, onto the branch and sat down on the very edge. He looks to see what Yashka will do. And Yakov crawls along that branch and so confidently, as if he had never done anything else, but only caught cats. The cat is already on the very edge, barely holding on to a thin branch, swaying. And Yakov crawls and crawls, tenaciously fingering all four arms. Suddenly the cat jumped from the very top onto the pavement, shook himself and ran away at full speed without looking back. And Yashka from the tree followed him: “Yay, yay!” - in some scary, bestial voice - I’ve never heard anything like that from him.

Now Jacob has become a complete king in the courtyard. At home he didn’t want to eat anything, he just drank tea with sugar. And once I was so full of raisins in the yard that I could barely put them down. Yashka moaned, had tears in his eyes, and looked at everyone capriciously. At first everyone felt very sorry for Yashka, but when he saw that they were messing with him, he began to break down and throw his arms around, throw back his head and howl at different voices. They decided to wrap him up and give him castor oil. Let him know.

And he liked the castor oil so much that he started yelling for more. He was swaddled and not allowed into the yard for three days.

Yashka soon recovered and began rushing into the yard. I wasn't afraid for him. No one could catch him, and Yashka jumped around the yard all day long. It became calmer at home, and I had less trouble with Yashka. And when autumn came, everyone in the house unanimously said:

- Wherever you want, take your monkey or put it in a cage. And so that this Satan does not rush around the entire apartment.

They said how pretty she was, but now I think she’s become Satan. And as soon as the training began, I began to look in the class for someone who could fuse Yashka.

He finally found a comrade, called him aside and said:

- Do you want me to give you a monkey? I'm alive.

I don’t know to whom he later sold off Yashka. But for the first time, after Yashka was no longer in the house, I saw that everyone was a little bored, although they didn’t want to admit it.

L. Panteleev “On the Sea”

One mother had two girls.

One girl was small, and the other was bigger. The little one was white, and the bigger one was black. The little white one was called Belochka, and the little black one was called Tamarochka.

These girls were very naughty.

In the summer they lived in the country. So they come and say:

- Mom, mom, can we go to the sea and swim?

And mom answers them:

- Who will you go with, daughters? I can't go. I'm busy. I need to cook lunch.

“And we,” they say, “will go alone.”

- How are they alone?

- Yes, yes. Let's hold hands and let's go.

- Aren’t you going to get lost?

- No, no, we won’t get lost, don’t be afraid. We all know the streets.

“Okay, go,” says mom. - But just look, I forbid you to swim. You can walk barefoot on water. Playing in the sand is welcome. But swimming is a no-no.

The girls promised her that they would not swim.

They took a spatula, molds and a small lace umbrella with them and went to the sea.

And they had very elegant dresses. Belochka had a pink dress with a blue bow, and Tamarochka, on the contrary, had a blue dress and a pink bow. But they both had exactly the same blue Spanish caps with red tassels.

As they walked down the street, everyone stopped and said:

- Look what beautiful young ladies are coming!

And the girls enjoy it. They also opened an umbrella over their heads to make it even more beautiful.

So they came to the sea. First they started playing in the sand. They began to dig wells, cook sand pies, build sand houses, sculpt sand men...

They played and played - and they became very hot.

Tamara says:

- You know what, Squirrel? Let's go for a swim!

And Squirrel says:

- Well, what are you talking about! After all, my mother didn’t allow us.

“Nothing,” says Tamarochka. - We are going slowly. Mom won't even know.

The girls were very naughty.

So they quickly undressed, folded their clothes under a tree and ran into the water.

While they were swimming there, a thief came and stole all their clothes. He stole a dress, and stole pants, and shirts, and sandals, and even stole Spanish caps with red tassels. He left only a small lace umbrella and molds. He doesn’t need an umbrella - he’s a thief, not a young lady, and he simply didn’t notice the mold. They were lying to the side - under a tree.

But the girls didn’t see anything.

They swam there - ran, splashed, swam, dived...

And at that time the thief was stealing their laundry.

The girls jumped out of the water and ran to get dressed. They come running and see - there is nothing: no dresses, no pants, no shirts. Even the Spanish caps with red tassels were gone.

Girls think:

“Maybe we came to the wrong place? Maybe we were undressing under another tree? »

But no. They see - the umbrella is here, and the molds are here.

So they undressed here, under this tree.

And then they realized that their clothes had been stolen.

They sat down under a tree on the sand and began to sob loudly. Squirrel says:

- Tamarochka! Darling! Why didn't we listen to mommy? Why did we go swimming? How will you and I get home now?

But Tamarochka herself doesn’t know. After all, they don’t even have panties left. Will they really have to go home naked?

And it was already evening. It's already cold. The wind began to blow.

The girls see: there is nothing to do, we must go. The girls were cold, blue, and trembling.

They thought, sat, cried and went home.

And their house was far away. It was necessary to go through three streets.

People see: two girls are walking down the street. One girl is small, and the other is bigger. The little girl is white, and the bigger one is black. The little white one is carrying an umbrella, and the little black one is holding a net with molds.

And both girls go completely naked.

And everyone looks at them, everyone is surprised, they point fingers.

“Look,” they say, “what funny girls are coming!”

And this is unpleasant for girls. Isn’t it nice when everyone points fingers at you?!

Suddenly they see a policeman standing on the corner. His cap is white, his shirt is white, and even the gloves on his hands are also white.

He sees a crowd coming.

He takes out his whistle and whistles. Then everyone stops. And the girls stop. And the policeman asks:

- What happened, comrades?

And they answer him:

- Do you know what happened? Naked girls walk the streets.

He says:

- What is this? A?! Who allowed you, citizens, to run naked through the streets?

And the girls were so scared that they couldn’t say anything. They stand and sniffle as if they have a runny nose.

The policeman says:

“Don’t you know that you can’t run naked in the streets?” A?! Do you want me to take you to the police now for this? A?

And the girls got even more scared and said:

- No, we don’t want to. Do not do it, Please. It's not our fault. We were robbed.

- Who robbed you?

Girls say:

- We do not know. We were swimming in the sea, and he came and stole all our clothes.

- Oh, that's how it is! - said the policeman.

Then he thought, put the whistle back and said:

- Where do you live, girls?

They say:

“We’re just around that corner—we live in a little green dacha.”

“Well, that’s it,” said the policeman. “Then run quickly to your little green dacha.” Put on something warm. And never run naked through the streets again...

The girls were so happy that they didn’t say anything and ran home.

Meanwhile, their mother was setting the table in the garden. And suddenly she sees her girls running - Belochka and Tamara. And both of them are completely naked.

Mom was so scared that she even dropped the deep plate. Mom says:

- Girls! What's wrong with you? Why are you naked?

And Squirrel shouts to her:

- Mommy! You know, we were robbed!!!

— How were you robbed? Who stripped you?

- We undressed ourselves.

- Why did you undress? - asks mom.

But the girls can’t even say anything. They stand and sniffle.

- What are you doing? - says mom. - So you were swimming?

“Yes,” the girls say. — We swam a little.

Mom got angry and said:

- Oh, you such scoundrels! Oh you naughty girls! What am I going to dress you in now? After all, all my dresses are in the wash...

Then he says:

- OK then! As punishment, you will now walk like this with me for the rest of your life.

The girls got scared and said:

- What if it rains?

“It’s okay,” says mom, “you have an umbrella.”

- And in winter?

- And in winter you walk like this.

The squirrel cried and said:

- Mommy! Where am I going to put my handkerchief? I don't have a single pocket left.

Suddenly the gate opens and a policeman enters. And he’s carrying some kind of white bundle.

He says:

- Are these the girls who live here and run around the streets naked?

Mom says:

- Yes, yes, comrade policeman. Here they are, these naughty girls.

The policeman says:

- Then that's it. Then get your things quickly. I caught the thief.

The policeman untied the knot, and then - what do you think? All their things are there: a blue dress with a pink bow, and a pink dress with a blue bow, and sandals, and stockings, and panties. And even handkerchiefs are in the pockets.

-Where are the Spanish caps? - asks Squirrel.

“I won’t give you the Spanish caps,” says the policeman.

- And why?

“And because,” says the policeman, “only very good children can wear such hats... And you, as I see, are not very good...”

“Yes, yes,” says mom. “Please don’t give them these hats until they obey their mother.”

- Will you listen to your mother? - asks the policeman.

- We will, we will! - Squirrel and Tamarochka shouted.

“Well, look,” said the policeman. - I'll come tomorrow... I'll find out.

So he left. And he took away the hats.

What happened tomorrow is still unknown. After all, tomorrow hasn’t happened yet. Tomorrow - it will be tomorrow.

Russian folk tale adapted by V. Dahl “The War of Mushrooms and Berries”

In the red summer there is a lot of everything in the forest - all kinds of mushrooms and all kinds of berries: strawberries with blueberries, raspberries with blackberries, and black currants. The girls walk through the forest, pick berries, sing songs, and the boletus mushroom, sitting under an oak tree, puffs up, sulks, rushes out of the ground, gets angry at the berries: “Look, there are more of them! We used to be honored, held in high esteem, but now no one will even look at us! Wait,” thinks the boletus, the head of all mushrooms, “we, mushrooms, have great power - we will oppress, strangle it, the sweet berry!”

The boletus conceived and wished for war, sitting under the oak tree, looking at all the mushrooms, and he began to gather mushrooms, began to help call out:

- Go, little girls, go to war!

The waves refused:

- We are all old ladies, not guilty of war

- Go away, honey mushrooms!

The honey mushrooms refused:

“Our legs are painfully thin, we won’t go to war!”

- Hey you, morels! - shouted the boletus mushroom. -Gear up for war!

The morels refused; They say:

“We are old men, no way are we going to war!”

The mushroom got angry, the boletus got angry, and he shouted in a loud voice:

- Milk mushrooms, you guys are friendly, come fight with me, beat up the arrogant berry!

Milk mushrooms with loads responded:

- We are milk mushrooms, brothers are friendly, we are going with you to war, to catch wild and wild berries, we will throw them with our hats, we will trample them with our heels!

Having said this, the milk mushrooms climbed out of the ground together: a dry leaf rises above their heads, a formidable army rises.

“Well, there’s trouble,” the green grass thinks.

And at that time, Aunt Varvara came into the forest with a box - wide pockets. Seeing the great strength of the mushroom, she gasped, sat down and, well, picked up mushrooms in a row and put them in the back. I picked it up completely, carried it home, and at home I sorted the mushrooms by type and by rank: honey mushrooms into tubs, honey mushrooms into barrels, morels into alyssettes, milk mushrooms into baskets, and the largest boletus mushroom ended up in a bunch; they pierced him, dried him and sold him.

From then on, the mushroom and berry stopped fighting.

Russian folk tale adapted by I. Karnaukhova “Zhikharka”

Once upon a time in a hut there lived a cat, a rooster and a little man - Zhikharka. The cat and the rooster went hunting, and Zhikharka was a housekeeper. I cooked dinner, set the table, and laid out the spoons. He lays it out and says:

So the fox heard that Zhikharka was the only one in charge of the hut, and she wanted to try Zhikharka’s meat.

The cat and the rooster, when they went hunting, always told Zhikharka to lock the doors. Zhikharka locked the doors. I locked everything, and once I forgot. Zhikharka took care of everything, cooked dinner, set the table, began laying out the spoons, and said:

- This simple spoon is Kotova, this simple spoon is Petina, and this is not a simple one - chiseled, with a gilded handle - it is Zhikharkina. I won't give it to anyone.

I just wanted to put it on the table, and on the stairs - stomp, stomp, stomp.

- The fox is coming!

Zhikharka got scared, jumped off the bench, dropped the spoon on the floor - and had no time to pick it up - and crawled under the stove. And the fox entered the hut, look there, look there - no Zhikharka.

“Wait,” the fox thinks, “you yourself will tell me where you are sitting.”

The fox went to the table and began sorting through the spoons:

- This simple spoon is Petina, this simple spoon is Kotova, and this spoon is not simple - chiseled, with a gilded handle - I’ll take this one for myself.

- Ay, ay, ay, don’t take it, aunty, I won’t give it to you!

- There you are, Zhikharka!

The fox ran up to the stove, put its paw in the oven, pulled Zhikharka out, threw it on his back - and into the forest.

She ran home and lit the stove hot: she wanted to fry the Zhikharka and eat it.

The fox took a shovel.

“Sit down,” says Zhikharka.

And Zhikharka is small and remote. He sat down on a shovel, spread out his arms and legs, and didn’t go into the stove.

“You’re not sitting like that,” says the fox.

Zhikharka turned the back of his head to the stove, spread out his arms and legs - he didn’t go into the stove.

“It’s not like that,” says the fox.

- And you, auntie, show me, I don’t know how.

- What a slow-witted person you are!

The fox threw Zhikharka off the shovel, jumped onto the shovel herself, curled up in a ring, hid her paws, and covered herself with her tail. And Zhikharka pushed her into the stove and covered it with a damper, and he quickly got out of the hut and went home.

And at home the cat and the rooster are crying and sobbing:

- Here is a simple spoon - Kotova, here is a simple spoon - Petina, but there is no chiseled spoon, no gilded handle, and there is no our Zhikharka, and there is no our little one!..

The cat wipes away tears with its paw, Petya picks it up with its wing. Suddenly, down the stairs - knock-knock-knock. The woman runs and shouts in a loud voice:

- Here I am! And the fox was roasted in the oven!

The cat and the rooster were happy. Well, kiss Zhikharka! Well, hug Zhikharka! And now the cat, the rooster and Zhikharka live in this hut and are waiting for us to visit.

Russian folk tale retold by V. Dahl “The Crane and the Heron”

An owl flew with a cheerful head; So she flew, flew and sat down, turned her head, looked around, took off and flew again; she flew and flew and sat down, turned her head, looked around, but her eyes were like bowls, they couldn’t see a crumb!

This is not a fairy tale, this is a saying, but a fairy tale lies ahead.

Spring and winter have come and well, drive it with the sun and bake it, and call the grass-ant out of the ground; The grass poured out and ran out into the sun to look, and brought out the first flowers - snow flowers: blue and white, blue-scarlet and yellow-gray.

Migratory birds reached out from across the sea: geese and swans, cranes and herons, waders and ducks, songbirds and a titmouse. Everyone flocked to us in Rus' to build nests and live with families. So they dispersed to their own lands: through the steppes, through forests, through swamps, along streams.

The crane stands alone in the field, looks around, strokes its head, and thinks: “I need to get a farm, build a nest and get a mistress.”

So he built a nest right next to the swamp, and in the swamp, in the hummocks, a long-nosed heron sits, sits, looks at the crane and chuckles to himself: “What a clumsy one he was born!”

Meanwhile, the crane came up with an idea: “Give me, he says, I’ll woo the heron, she has joined our family: she has a beak and is tall on her feet.” So he walked along an untrodden path through the swamp: he hoe and hoe with his feet, but his legs and tail just got stuck; when he hits his beak, his tail pulls out, but his beak gets stuck; pull out the beak - the tail will get stuck; I barely reached the heron’s hummock, looked into the reeds and asked:

- Is the little heron at home?

- Here she is. What do you need? - answered the heron.

“Marry me,” said the crane.

- How wrong, I’ll marry you, the lanky one: you’re wearing a short dress, and you yourself walk on foot, live frugally, you’ll starve me to death in the nest!

These words seemed offensive to the crane. Silently he turned and went home: hit and miss, hit and jump.

The heron, sitting at home, thought about it: “Well, really, why did I refuse him, why should I live alone? He is of good birth, they call him a dandy, he walks with a crest; I’ll go to say a good word to him.”

The heron set off, but the path through the swamp is not close: first one leg gets stuck, then the other. If he pulls one out, he gets stuck in the other. The wing will be pulled out and the beak will be planted; Well, she came and said:

- Crane, I’m coming for you!

“No, heron,” the crane tells her, “I’ve changed my mind, I don’t want to marry you.” Go back where you came from!

The heron felt ashamed, she covered herself with her wing and went to her hummock; and the crane, looking after her, regretted that he had refused; So he jumped out of the nest and followed her to knead the swamp. He comes and says:

“Well, so be it, heron, I’ll take you for myself.”

And the heron sits there, angry and angry, and doesn’t want to talk to the crane.

“Listen, madam heron, I take you for myself,” repeated the crane.

“You take it, but I’m not going,” she answered.

There is nothing to do, the crane went home again. “So good,” he thought, “now I’ll never take her!”

The crane sat down in the grass and did not want to look in the direction where the heron lived. And she changed her mind again: “It’s better to live together than alone. I’ll go and make peace with him and marry him.”

So I went to hobble through the swamp again. The path to the crane is long, the swamp is sticky: first one leg gets stuck, then the other. The wing will be pulled out and the beak will be planted; She forcibly reached the crane’s nest and said:

- Zhuronka, listen, so be it, I’m coming for you!

And the crane answered her:

“Fedora won’t marry Yegor, and Fedora would marry Yegor, but Yegor won’t take him.”

Having said these words, the crane turned away. The heron has left.

The crane thought and thought and again regretted why he could not agree to take the heron for himself while she wanted it; He quickly got up and walked through the swamp again: he stomped and stomped, but his legs and tail just got stuck; If he pushes his beak, pulls out his tail, the beak gets stuck, and if he pulls out his beak, the tail gets stuck.

This is how they follow each other to this day; the path was paved, but no beer was brewed.

Russian folk tale adapted by I. Sokolov-Mikitov “Wintermovie”

A bull, a ram, a pig, a cat and a rooster decided to live in the forest. It’s good in the forest in the summer, at ease! The bull and ram have plenty of grass, the cat catches mice, the rooster picks berries and pecks at worms, the pig digs roots and acorns under the trees. Only bad things could happen to friends if it rained.

So the summer passed, late autumn came, and it began to get colder in the forest. The bull was the first to remember to build a winter hut. I met a ram in the forest:

- Come on, friend, build a winter hut! I will carry logs from the forest and cut poles, and you will tear up wood chips.

“Okay,” the ram answers, “I agree.”

We met a bull and a ram and a pig:

- Let’s go, Khavronyushka, build a winter hut with us. We will carry logs, hew poles, tear up wood chips, and you will knead clay, make bricks, and build a stove.

The pig also agreed.

A bull, a ram and a pig saw a cat:

- Hello, Kotofeich! Let's go build a winter hut together! We will carry logs, hew poles, tear up wood chips, knead clay, make bricks, lay a stove, and you will carry moss and caulk the walls.

The cat agreed too.

A bull, a ram, a pig and a cat met a rooster in the forest:

- Hello, Petya! Come with us to build a winter hut! We will carry logs, hew poles, tear up wood chips, knead clay, make bricks, lay a stove, carry moss, caulk the walls, and you will cover the roof.

The rooster agreed too.

The friends chose a drier place in the forest, brought in logs, hewed poles, tore up wood chips, made bricks, brought in moss - and began to cut down the hut.

The hut was cut down, the stove was built, the walls were caulked, and the roof was covered. We prepared supplies and firewood for the winter.

Fierce winter has come, the frost has crackled. Some people are cold in the forest, but friends are warm in the winter hut. A bull and a ram are sleeping on the floor, a pig has climbed underground, a cat is singing songs on the stove, and a rooster is perched on a perch near the ceiling.

Friends live and do not grieve.

And seven hungry wolves wandered through the forest and saw a new winter hut. One, the bravest wolf, says:

“I’ll go, brothers, and see who lives in this winter hut.” If I don't come back soon, come to the rescue.

A wolf entered the winter hut and fell straight on the ram. The ram has nowhere to go. The ram hid in a corner and bleated in a terrible voice:

- Ba-uh!.. Ba-uh!.. Ba-uh!..

The rooster saw the wolf, flew off his perch, and flapped his wings:

- Ku-ka-re-ku-u!..

The cat jumped off the stove, snorted and meowed:

- Me-oo-oo!.. Me-oo-oo!.. Me-oo-oo!..

A bull came running, horns of a wolf in the side:

- Oooh!.. Oooh!.. Ooooh!..

And the pig heard that there was a battle going on upstairs, crawled out of hiding and shouted:

- Oink oink oink! Who to eat here?

The wolf had a hard time; he barely escaped the trouble alive. He runs and shouts to his comrades:

- Oh, brothers, go away! Oh, brothers, run!

The wolves heard it and ran away. They ran for an hour, ran for two, sat down to rest, and their red tongues hung out.

And the old wolf caught his breath and said to them:

“I entered, my brothers, into the winter hut, and I saw a scary and shaggy man staring at me. There was clapping at the top and snorting at the bottom! A horned, bearded man jumped out of the corner - horns hit me in the side! And from below they shout: “Who can we eat here?” I didn’t see the light - and there... Oh, run, brothers!..

The wolves rose, their tails like a pipe - only snow in a column.

Russian folk tale adapted by O. Kapitsa “The Fox and the Goat”

A fox ran, gaped at the crow, and ended up in a well.

There was not much water in the well: you couldn’t drown, and you couldn’t jump out either.

The fox sits and grieves.

There goes a goat - a smart head; walks, shakes his beard, shakes his cabbage soup; I had nothing better to do and looked into the well, saw a fox there and asked:

- What are you doing there, little fox?

“I’m resting, my dear,” the fox answers, “it’s hot up there, that’s why I climbed up here.” It's so cool and nice here! Cold water - as much as you want!

But the goat has been thirsty for a long time.

- Is the water good? - asks the goat.

“Excellent,” the fox answers. - Clean, cold! Jump here if you want; There will be a place for both of us here.

The goat foolishly jumped and almost ran over the fox. And she told him:

- Eh, the bearded fool, he didn’t even know how to jump - he splashed all over. The fox jumped onto the goat's back, from the back onto the horns, and out of the well. The goat almost disappeared from hunger in the well; They found him by force and dragged him out by the horns.

Russian folk tale adapted by V. Dahl “The Little Fox”

On a winter night, a hungry godfather walked along the path; There are clouds in the sky, snow is falling across the field. “At least there’s something to snack on for one tooth,” the little fox thinks. Here she goes along the road; there is a scrap lying around.

“Well,” the fox thinks, “in time, the bast shoe will come in handy.” She took the bast shoe in her teeth and moved on. He came to the village and knocked at the first hut.

- Who's there? - the man asked, opening the window.

- It’s me, a good man, little fox-sister. Let me spend the night!

- It’s too crowded without you! - said the old man and wanted to close the window.

- What do I need, do I need much? - asked the fox. “I’ll lie down on the bench myself, and put my tail under the bench, and that’s it.”

The old man took pity, let the fox go, and she said to him:

- Little man, little man, hide my little shoe!

The man took the shoe and threw it under the stove.

That night everyone fell asleep, the fox quietly climbed down from the bench, crept up to the bast shoe, pulled it out and threw it far into the oven, and she returned as if nothing had happened, lay down on the bench, and lowered her tail under the bench.

It was getting light. People woke up; The old woman lit the stove, and the old man began to gather firewood for the forest.

The fox also woke up and ran for the bast shoe - lo and behold, the bast shoe was gone. The fox howled:

“The old man offended me, profited from my goods, but I won’t take even a chicken for my little shoe!”

The man looked under the stove - there was no bast shoe! What to do? But he laid it himself! He went and took the chicken and gave it to the fox. And the fox began to break down, wouldn’t take the chicken and howled throughout the whole village, screaming about how the old man had offended her.

The owner and the hostess began to please the fox: they poured milk into a cup, crumbled some bread, made scrambled eggs and began to ask the fox not to disdain the bread and salt. And that’s all the fox wanted. She jumped onto the bench, ate the bread, lapped up the milk, devoured the scrambled eggs, took the chicken, put it in a bag, said goodbye to the owners and went on her way.

He walks and sings a song:

Foxy sister

On a dark night

She walked hungry;

She walked and walked

Found a scrap -

She brought it down to people,

I have come true to good people,

I took the chicken.

So she approaches another village in the evening. Knock, knock, knock, the fox knocks on the hut.

- Who's there? - asked the man.

- It's me, little fox-sister. Let me spend the night, uncle!

“I won’t push you aside,” said the fox. —- I’ll lie down on the bench myself, and my tail under the bench, and that’s it!

They let the fox in. So she bowed to the owner and gave him her chicken to keep, while she quietly lay down in a corner on the bench, and tucked her tail under the bench.

The owner took the chicken and sent it to the ducks behind bars. The fox saw all this and, as the owners fell asleep, quietly climbed down from the bench, crept up to the grate, pulled out her chicken, plucked it, ate it, and buried the feathers with bones under the stove; She herself, like a good girl, jumped onto the bench, curled up in a ball and fell asleep.

It began to get light, the woman began to bake, and the man went to give the cattle food.

The fox also woke up and began to get ready to go; She thanked the owners for the warmth, for the acne, and began asking the man for her chicken.

The man reached for the chicken - lo and behold, the chicken was gone! From there to here, I went through all the ducks: what a miracle - there is no chicken!

- My hen, my little blackie, the motley ducks pecked you, the gray drakes killed you! I won’t take any duck for you!

The woman took pity on the fox and said to her husband:

- Let's give her the duck and feed her for the road!

So they fed and watered the fox, gave her the duck and escorted her out the gate.

The godfox goes, licking his lips and singing his song:

Foxy sister

On a dark night

She walked hungry;

She walked and walked

Found a scrap -

She brought it down to people,

I have come true to good people:

For a scrap - a chicken,

For a chicken - a duck.

Whether the fox walked close or far, long or short, it began to get dark. She saw housing to the side and turned there; comes: knock, knock, knock on the door!

- Who's there? - asks the owner.

“I, little fox-sister, lost my way, I was completely frozen and lost my little legs while running!” Let me, good man, rest and warm up!

- And I’d be glad to let you in, gossip, but there’s nowhere to go!

“And-and, kumanek, I’m not picky: I’ll lie down on the bench myself, and tuck my tail under the bench, and that’s it!”

The old man thought and thought and let the fox go. Alice is glad. She bowed to the owners and asks them to save her flat-billed duck until the morning.

We adopted a flat-billed duck for safekeeping and let her go among the geese. And the fox lay down on the bench, tucked her tail under the bench and began to snore.

“Apparently, my dear, I’m tired,” said the woman, climbing onto the stove. It didn’t take long for the owners to fall asleep, and the fox was just waiting for this: he quietly climbed down from the bench, crept up to the geese, grabbed his flat-nosed duck, had a bite, plucked it clean, ate it, and buried the bones and feathers under the stove; she herself, as if nothing had happened, went to bed and slept until broad daylight. I woke up, stretched, looked around; he sees that there is only one housewife in the hut.

- Mistress, where is the owner? - asks the fox. “I should say goodbye to him, bow to him for the warmth, for the acne.”

- Bona, you missed the owner! - said the old woman. - Yes, he’s been at the market for a long time now, tea.

“So happy to stay, mistress,” said the fox, bowing. - My flat-nosed cat is already awake. Give her, grandma, quickly, it’s time for us to hit the road.

The old woman rushed after the duck - lo and behold, there was no duck! What will you do, where will you get it? But you have to give it away! Behind the old woman stands a fox, her eyes narrow, her voice wailing: she had a duck, unprecedented, unheard of, motley and gilded, she wouldn’t take a goose for that duck.

The hostess got scared, and well, bow to the fox:

- Take it, Mother Lisa Patrikeevna, take any goose! And I’ll give you something to drink, feed you, and I won’t spare you any butter or eggs.

The fox went to war, got drunk, ate, chose a fat goose, put it in a bag, bowed to the mistress and set off on his little path; He goes and sings a song to himself:

Foxy sister

On a dark night

She walked hungry;

She walked and walked

Found a scrap -

I have come true to good people:

For a scrap - a chicken,

For a chicken - a duck,

For a duck - a goose!

The fox walked and became tired. It became hard for her to carry the goose in the sack: now she would stand up, then sit down, then run again. Night came, and the fox began to hunt for a place to sleep for the night; No matter where you knock on the door, there is always a refusal. So she approached the last hut and quietly, timidly began to knock: knock, knock, knock, knock!

- What do you want? - the owner responded.

- Warm it up, darling, let me spend the night!

- There’s nowhere, and it’s cramped without you!

“I won’t displace anyone,” answered the fox, “I’ll lie down on the bench myself, and put my tail under the bench, and that’s all.”

The owner took pity, let the fox go, and she gave him a goose to keep; the owner put him behind bars with the turkeys. But rumors about the fox have already reached here from the market.

So the owner thinks: “Isn’t this the fox that people talk about?” - and began to look after her. And she, like a good girl, lay down on the bench and lowered her tail under the bench; She herself listens when the owners fall asleep. The old woman began to snore, and the old man pretended to be asleep. So the fox jumped to the bars, grabbed his goose, took a bite, plucked it and began to eat. He eats, eats and rests - suddenly you can’t beat the goose! She ate and ate, and the old man kept looking and saw that the fox, having collected the bones and feathers, carried them under the stove, and lay down again and fell asleep.

The fox slept even longer than before, and the owner began to wake her up:

- How did the little fox sleep and rest?

And the little fox just stretches and rubs her eyes.

“It’s time for you, little fox, to know your honor.” “It’s time to get ready for the journey,” said the owner, opening the doors wide for her.

And the fox answered him:

“I don’t think I’ll let the hut get cold, I’ll go myself and take my goods in advance.” Give me my goose!

- Which one? - asked the owner.

- Yes, what I gave you this evening to save; you took it from me?

“I accepted,” answered the owner.

“And you accepted it, so give it to me,” the fox pestered.

- Your goose is not behind bars; Go and look for yourself - there are only turkeys sitting there.

Hearing this, the sly fox fell on the floor and, well, was killed, well, lamented that she wouldn’t have taken a turkey for her own goose!

The man understood the fox's tricks. “Wait,” he thinks, “you will remember the goose!”

“What to do,” he says. “You know, I have to go to war with you.”

And he promised her a turkey for the goose. And instead of a turkey, he quietly put a dog in her bag. Little Fox didn’t guess, she took the bag, said goodbye to the owner and left.

She walked and walked, and she wanted to sing a song about herself and about the bast shoes. So she sat down, put the bag on the ground and just started to sing, when suddenly the owner’s dog jumped out of the bag - and at her, and she from the dog, and the dog after her, not lagging behind even a step.

So they both ran into the forest together; The fox runs through the stumps and bushes, and the dog follows.

Luckily for the fox, a hole appeared; the fox jumped into it, but the dog did not fit into the hole and began to wait above it to see if the fox would come out...

Alice was frightened and couldn’t catch her breath, but when she had rested, she began to talk to herself and began to ask herself:

- My ears, my ears, what were you doing?

“And we listened and listened so that the dog wouldn’t eat the little fox.”

- My eyes, my eyes, what were you doing?

“And we watched and made sure that the dog didn’t eat the little fox!”

- My legs, my legs, what were you doing?

“And we ran and ran so that the dog wouldn’t catch the little fox.”

- Ponytail, ponytail, what were you doing?

“But I didn’t let you move, I clung to all the stumps and twigs.”

- Oh, so you didn’t let me run! Wait, here I am! - said the fox and, sticking its tail out of the hole, shouted to the dog - Here, eat it!

The dog grabbed the fox by the tail and pulled him out of the hole.

Russian folk tale adapted by M. Bulatov “Little Fox and the Wolf”

A fox was running along the road. He sees an old man riding, carrying a whole sleigh of fish. The fox wanted a fish. So she ran ahead and stretched out in the middle of the road, as if lifeless.

An old man drove up to her, but she didn’t move; poked with a whip, but she didn’t move. “It will be a nice collar for an old woman’s fur coat!” - the old man thinks.

He took the fox, put it on the sleigh, and he himself went ahead. And that’s all the fox needs. She looked around and let’s slowly throw the fish off the sleigh. It’s all fish and fish. She threw out all the fish and left.

The old man came home and said:

- Well, old woman, what a collar I brought for you!

- Where is he?

“There’s a fish and a collar on the sleigh.” Go get it!

The old woman approached the sleigh and looked - no collar, no fish.

She returned to the hut and said:

“On the sleigh, grandfather, there’s nothing but matting!”

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

Meanwhile, the fox collected all the fish in a pile on the road, sat down and eats.

A wolf approaches her:

- Hello, fox!

- Hello, little top!

- Give me the fish!

The fox tore the head off the fish and threw it to the wolf.

- Oh, fox, good! Give more!

The fox threw his tail to him.

- Oh, fox, good! Give more!

- Look what you are! Catch it yourself and eat it.

- Yes, I can’t!

- What are you! After all, I caught it. Go to the river, put your tail in the hole, sit and say: “Catch, catch, fish, big and small! Catch, catch, fish, big and small! So the fish attaches itself to its tail. Sit longer - you'll catch more!

The wolf ran to the river, lowered his tail into the hole, sat and said:

And the fox came running, walked around the wolf and said:

Freeze, freeze, wolf's tail!

The wolf will say:

- Catch, catch, fish, big and small!

And the fox:

- Freeze, freeze, wolf's tail!

Wolf again:

- Catch, catch, fish, big and small!

- Freeze, freeze, wolf's tail!

- What are you saying there, fox? - asks the wolf.

- It’s me, wolf, who helps you: I drive the fish to your tail!

- Thank you, fox!

- You're welcome, little top!

And the frost is getting stronger and stronger. The wolf's tail was frozen solid.

Lisa shouts:

- Well, pull it now!

The wolf pulled his tail, but that was not the case! “That’s how many fish have fallen in, and you can’t get them out!” - he thinks. The wolf looked around, wanted to call the fox for help, but there was already no trace of her - she ran away. The wolf spent the whole night fiddling with the ice hole; he couldn’t get his tail out.

At dawn the women went to the ice hole for water. They saw a wolf and shouted:

- Wolf, wolf! Beat him! Beat him!

They ran up and began to beat the wolf: some with a yoke, some with a bucket. Wolf here, wolf here. He jumped, jumped, rushed, tore off his tail and took off without looking back. “Wait,” he thinks, “I’ll pay you back, little fox!”

And the fox ate all the fish and wanted to get something else. She climbed into the hut, where the hostess had placed pancakes, and ended up hitting her head in sauerkraut. The dough covered both her eyes and ears. The fox got out of the hut - and quickly into the forest...

She runs, and a wolf meets her.

“So,” he shouts, “you taught me how to fish in an ice hole?” They beat me, beat me up, tore off my tail!

- Eh, top, top! - says the fox. “They only tore off your tail, but they smashed my whole head.” You see: the brains have come out. I'm dragging my feet!

“And that’s true,” says the wolf. - Where should you go, fox? Get on me, I'll take you.

The fox sat on the wolf's back, and he took her away.

Here is a fox riding a wolf and slowly singing:

- The beaten one brings the unbeaten one! The beaten one brings the unbeaten!

- What are you saying there, little fox? - asks the wolf.

- I, the top, say: “The beaten one is lucky.”

- Yes, little fox, yes!

The wolf brought the fox to her hole, she jumped off, darted into the hole and started laughing and laughing at the wolf: “The wolf has no reason or sense!”

Russian folk tale adapted by O. Kapitsa “The Cockerel and the Bean Seed”

Once upon a time there lived a cockerel and a hen. The cockerel was in a hurry, he was in a hurry, and the hen kept saying to herself: “Petya, don’t rush, Petya, don’t rush.”

Once a cockerel pecked bean grains in a hurry and choked. He's choked, can't breathe, can't hear, as if he's lying dead.

The chicken got scared, rushed to the owner, shouting:

- Oh, hostess, quickly give me some butter to lubricate the cockerel’s neck: the cockerel choked on a bean grain.

- Run quickly to the cow, ask her for milk, and I’ll already harvest the 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 grain.”

“Go quickly to the owner, let him bring me some fresh grass.”

The chicken runs to its owner:

- Master! Master! Quickly give the cow fresh grass, the cow will give milk, the hostess will make butter from the milk, I will lubricate the cockerel’s neck with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean grain.

“Run quickly to the blacksmith for a scythe,” says the owner.

The chicken ran as fast as she could to the blacksmith:

- 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 grain.

The blacksmith gave the owner a new scythe, the owner gave the cow 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!”

Russian folk tale adapted by V. Dahl “The Picky One”

Once upon a time there lived a husband and wife. They had only two children - a daughter, Malashechka, and a son, Ivashechka. The little one was a dozen years old or more, and Ivashechka was only three years old.

The father and mother doted on the children and spoiled them so much! If their daughter needs to be punished, they do not order, but ask. And then they will start to please:

“We’ll give you both that and get you the other!”

And since Malashechka became so picky, there wasn’t such a different one, let alone in the village, tea, even in the city! Give her a loaf of bread, not just wheat, but a sweet one - Malashechka doesn’t even want to look at the rye one!

And when her mother bakes a berry pie, Malashechka says:

- Kisel, give me some honey!

There is nothing to do, the mother will scoop up a spoonful of honey and the whole piece will go down on her daughter. She herself and her husband eat a pie without honey: even though they were wealthy, they themselves could not eat so sweetly.

Once they needed to go to the city, they began to please Little One so that she wouldn’t play pranks, would look after her brother, and most of all, so that she wouldn’t let him out of the hut.

- And for this we will buy you gingerbread, and roasted nuts, and a scarf for your head, and a sundress with puffy buttons. “The mother said it, and the father agreed.”

The daughter let their speeches in one ear and out the other.

So the father and mother left. Her friends came to her and began inviting her to sit on the ant grass. The girl remembered her parents’ order and thought: “It won’t be a big deal if we go out into the street!” And their hut was the one closest to the forest.

Her friends lured her into the forest with her child - she sat down and began to weave wreaths for her brother. Her friends beckoned her to play with kites, she went for a minute, and played for a whole hour.

She returned to her brother. Oh, my brother is gone, and the place where I was sitting has cooled down, only the grass is crushed.

What to do? I rushed to my friends - she didn’t know, the other didn’t see. Little One howled and ran wherever she could to find her brother: she ran, she ran, she ran, she ran into the field and onto the stove.

- Stove, stove! Have you seen my brother Ivashechka?

And the stove tells her:

- Picky girl, eat my rye bread, eat it, I’ll say so!

- Here, I’ll start eating rye bread! I’m at my mother’s and my father’s and I don’t even look at the wheat!

- Hey, Little One, eat the bread, and the pies are ahead! - the stove told her.

“Didn’t you see where brother Ivashechka went?”

And the apple tree responded:

- Picky girl, eat my wild, sour apple - maybe, then I’ll tell you!

- Here, I’ll start eating sorrel! My father and mother have a lot of garden ones - and I eat them by choice!

The apple tree shook its curly top at her and said:

“They gave pancakes to hungry Malanya, and she said: “They weren’t baked right!”

- River, river! Have you seen my brother Ivashechka?

And the river answered her:

“Come on, picky girl, eat my oatmeal jelly with milk first, then maybe I’ll tell you about my brother.”

- I’ll eat your jelly with milk! It’s no wonder at my father’s and mother’s and the cream!

“Eh,” the river threatened her, “don’t disdain to drink from the ladle!”

- Hedgehog, hedgehog, have you seen my brother?

And the hedgehog answered her:

“I saw, girl, a flock of gray geese; they carried a small child in a red shirt into the forest.

- Oh, this is my brother Ivashechka! - screamed the picky girl. - Hedgehog, darling, tell me where they took him?

So the hedgehog began to tell her: that Yaga Baba lives in this dense forest, in a hut on chicken legs; She hired gray geese as servants, and whatever she commanded them, the geese did.

And well, Little One to ask the hedgehog, to caress the hedgehog:

“You’re my pockmarked hedgehog, you’re a needle-shaped hedgehog!” Take me to the hut on chicken legs!

“Okay,” he said and led Little One into the very bowl, and in the thicket all the edible herbs grow: sorrel and hogweed, gray blackberries climb through the trees, intertwine, cling to bushes, large berries ripen in the sun.

“I wish I could eat!” - thinks Malashechka, who cares about food! She waved at the gray wickerworts and ran after the hedgehog. He led her to an old hut on chicken legs.

The little girl looked through the open door and saw Baba Yaga sleeping on a bench in the corner, and Ivashechka sitting on the counter, playing with flowers.

She grabbed her brother in her arms and got out of the hut!

And mercenary geese are sensitive. The guard goose stretched out its neck, cackled, flapped its wings, flew higher than the dense forest, looked around and saw that Malashechka was running with her brother. The gray goose screamed, cackled, raised the entire flock of geese, and flew to Baba Yaga to report. And Baba Yaga - the bone leg - sleeps so much that steam is pouring off her, and the windows tremble from her snoring. The goose is already screaming in her ear and in the other, but she can’t hear it! The plucker got angry and pinched Yaga right on the nose. Baba Yaga jumped up, grabbed her nose, and the gray goose began to report to her:

- Baba Yaga is a bone leg! Something has gone wrong at our house, Malashechka is carrying Ivashechka home!

Here Baba Yaga diverged:

- Oh, you drones, parasites, from what I sing and feed you! Take it out and put it down, give me a brother and sister!

The geese flew in pursuit. They fly and call to each other. Malashechka heard a goose cry, ran up to the milk river, the banks of jelly, bowed low to her and said:

- Mother River! Hide, hide me from the wild geese!

And the river answered her:

Picky girl, eat my oatmeal jelly with milk first.

The hungry Malashechka was tired, eagerly ate the peasant's jelly, fell down to the river and drank milk to her heart's content. So the river says to her:

- So, you fastidious people need to be taught by hunger! Well, now sit under the bank, I’ll cover you.

The little girl sat down, the river covered her with green reeds; The geese flew in, circled over the river, looked for the brother and sister, and then flew home.

Yaga became even more angry than before and sent them away again after the children. Here the geese are flying after them, flying and calling to each other, and Malashechka, hearing them, ran faster than before. So she ran up to a wild apple tree and asked her:

- Mother green apple tree! Bury me, protect me from inevitable disaster, from the evil geese!

And the apple tree answered her:

“And eat my native sour apple, and maybe I’ll hide you!”

There was nothing to do, the picky girl began to eat the wild apple, and the wild apple seemed sweeter to the hungry Malasha than a free-flowing garden apple.

And the curly apple tree stands and chuckles:

“This is how you freaks should be taught!” Just now I didn’t want to take it into my mouth, but now eat it by the handful!

The apple tree took the branches, hugged the brother and sister and planted them in the middle, in the thickest foliage.

The geese flew in and inspected the apple tree - there was no one! They flew there, here and with that to Baba Yaga and returned.

When she saw them empty, she screamed, stomped, and screamed throughout the entire forest:

- Here I am, drone! Here I am, you parasites! I’ll pluck all the feathers, throw them into the wind, and swallow them alive!

The geese got scared and flew back after Ivashechka and Malashechka. They fly pathetically with each other, the front one with the back one, calling out to each other:

- Tu-ta, tu-ta? Too-too no-too!

It got dark in the field, you couldn’t see anything, there was nowhere to hide, and the wild geese were getting closer and closer; and the fastidious girl’s legs and arms are tired—she can barely drag herself along.

So she sees that stove standing in the field, which served her with rye bread. She goes to the stove:

- Mother oven, protect me and my brother from Baba Yaga!

- Well, girl, you should listen to your father and mother, don’t go into the forest, don’t take your brother, sit at home and eat what your father and mother eat! Otherwise, “I don’t eat boiled, I don’t want baked, but I don’t even need fried!”

So Malashechka began to beg the stove, begging: I won’t go ahead like that!

- Well, I'll take a look. While you eat my rye bread!

Malashechka happily grabbed him and, well, eat and feed her brother!

“I haven’t seen such a loaf of bread in my life—it’s like a gingerbread cookie!”

And the stove, laughing, says:

- To a hungry person, rye bread is good enough for gingerbread, but to a well-fed person, even Vyazemskaya gingerbread is not sweet! Well, now climb into the mouth, said the stove, and put up a barrier.

So Malashechka quickly sat down in the oven, closed herself with a barrier, sat and listened to the geese flying closer and closer, plaintively asking each other:

- Tu-ta, tu-ta? Too-too no-too!

So they flew around the stove. They didn’t find Malashechka, they sank to the ground and began to talk among themselves: what should they do? You can’t toss and turn home: the owner will eat them alive. It’s also impossible to stay here: she orders them all to be shot.

“That’s it, brothers,” said the leading leader, “let’s return home, to warm lands, Baba Yaga has no access there!”

The geese agreed, took off from the ground and flew far, far away, beyond the blue seas.

Having rested, Malashechka grabbed her brother and ran home, and at home, her father and mother walked around the whole village, asking everyone they met about the children; no one knows anything, only the shepherd said that the guys were playing in the forest.

Father and mother wandered into the forest and sat down next to Malashechka and Ivashechka and came across.

Here Malashechka confessed everything to her father and mother, told her everything and promised to obey in advance, not to contradict, not to be picky, but to eat what others eat.

As she said, she did so, and then the fairy tale ended.

Russian folk tale adapted by M. Gorky “About Ivanushka the Fool”

Once upon a time there lived Ivanushka the Fool, a handsome man, but no matter what he did, everything turned out funny for him - not like with people. One man hired him as a worker, and he and his wife went to the city; wife and says to Ivanushka:

- You stay with the children, look after them, feed them!

- With what? - asks Ivanushka.

- Take water, flour, potatoes, chop and cook - there will be a stew!

The man orders:

- Guard the door so that the children don’t run away into the forest!

The man and his wife left. Ivanushka climbed onto the floor, woke up the children, dragged them to the floor, sat down behind them and said:

- Well, I'm watching you!

The children sat on the floor for a while and asked for food. Ivanushka dragged a tub of water into the hut, poured half a sack of flour and a measure of potatoes into it, shook it all out with a rocker and thought out loud:

- Who needs to be chopped up?

The children heard it and got scared:

“He’ll probably crush us!”

And they quietly ran away from the hut. Ivanushka looked after them, scratched the back of his head, and thought:

- How am I going to look after them now? Moreover, the door must be guarded so that she does not run away!

He looked into the tub and said:

- Cook, stew, and I’ll go look after the children!

He took the door off its hinges, put it on his shoulders and went into the forest. Suddenly the Bear steps towards him - he was surprised and growls:

- Hey, why are you carrying the tree into the forest?

Ivanushka told him what happened to him. The bear sat on its hind legs and laughed:

- What a fool you are! Am I going to eat you for this?

And Ivanushka says:

“You’d better eat the children, so that next time they listen to their father and mother and don’t run into the forest!”

The bear laughs even harder and rolls on the ground laughing.

-Have you ever seen such a stupid thing? Let's go, I'll show you to my wife!

He took him to his den. Ivanushka walks and hits the pine trees with the door.

- Leave her alone! - says the Bear.

“No, I’m true to my word: I promised to keep you safe, so I’ll keep you safe!”

We came to the den. The bear says to his wife:

- Look, Masha, what a fool I brought you! Laughter!

And Ivanushka asks the Bear:

- Aunt, have you seen the kids?

- Mine are at home, sleeping.

- Come on, show me, aren’t these mine?

The Bear showed him three cubs; He says:

- Not these, I had two.

Then the Bear sees that he is stupid and laughs too:

- But you had human children!

“Well, yes,” said Ivanushka, “you can sort them out, little ones, which ones are whose!”

- That's funny! - The Bear was surprised and said to her husband:

- Mikhail Potapych, we won’t eat him, let him live among our workers!

“Okay,” agreed the Bear, “even though he’s a person, he’s too harmless!” The Bear gave Ivanushka a basket and ordered:

- Go ahead and pick some wild raspberries. The kids will wake up, I’ll treat them to something delicious!

-Okay, I can do this! - said Ivanushka. - And you guard the door!

Ivanushka went to the forest raspberry patch, picked a basket full of raspberries, ate his fill, went back to the Bears and sang at the top of his lungs:

Oh, how awkward

Ladybugs!

Is it the ants?

Or lizards!

He came to the den and shouted:

- Here it is, raspberry!

The cubs ran up to the basket, growled, pushed each other, tumbled - very happy!

And Ivanushka, looking at them, says:

- Eh-ma, it’s a pity that I’m not a bear, otherwise I would have children!

The bear and his wife laugh.

- Oh, my fathers! - Bear growls. - You can’t live with him - you’ll die laughing!

“Tell you what,” says Ivanushka, “you guard the door here, and I’ll go look for the kids, otherwise the owner will give me trouble!”

And the Bear asks her husband:

- Misha, you should help him.

“We need to help,” agreed the Bear, “he’s very funny!”

The Bear and Ivanushka walked along the forest paths, they walked and talked in a friendly way.

- Well, you’re stupid! — the Bear is surprised. And Ivanushka asks him:

-Are you smart?

- Don't know.

- And I don’t know. You're evil?

- No, why?

“But in my opinion, whoever is angry is stupid.” I'm not evil either. Therefore, you and I will both not be fools!

- Look, how you brought it out! — the Bear was surprised. Suddenly they see two children sitting under a bush, asleep. The bear asks:

- These are yours, or what?

“I don’t know,” says Ivanushka, “you need to ask.” Mine wanted to eat. They woke up the children and asked:

- Do you want to eat? They shout:

- We've been wanting it for a long time!

“Well,” said Ivanushka, “that means these are mine!” Now I will lead them to the village, and you, uncle, please bring the door, otherwise I don’t have time myself, I still need to cook the stew!

- Okay! - said the Bear - I’ll bring it!

Ivanushka walks behind the children, looks at the ground after them, as he was ordered, and he himself sings:

Eh, such miracles!

Beetles catch a hare

A fox sits under a bush

Very surprised!

I came to the hut, and the owners returned from the city. They see: in the middle of the hut there is a tub, filled to the top with water, filled with potatoes and flour, there are no children, the door has also disappeared - they sat down on a bench and cried bitterly.

-What are you crying about? - Ivanushka asked them.

Then they saw the children, were delighted, hugged them, and asked Ivanushka, pointing to his cooking in the tub:

-What have you done?

- Chowder!

- Is that really necessary?

- How do I know - how?

- Where did the door go?

“They’ll bring it now, here it is!”

The owners looked out the window, and a Bear was walking down the street, pulling the door, people were running from him in all directions, climbing onto roofs, onto trees; the dogs got scared - they got stuck out of fear in the fences, under the gates; only one red rooster bravely stands in the middle of the street and shouts at the Bear:

- I’ll throw it into the river!..

Russian folk tale adapted by A. Tolstoy “Sister Alyonushka and Brother Ivanushka”

Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman, they had a daughter Alyonushka and a son Ivanushka.

The old man and the old woman died. Alyonushka and Ivanushka were left alone.

Alyonushka went to work and took her brother with her. They are walking along a long path, across a wide field, and Ivanushka wants to drink.

- Sister Alyonushka, I’m thirsty!

- Wait, brother, we’ll get to the well.

They walked and walked - the sun was high, the well was far away, the heat was oppressive, the sweat was protruding.

A cow's hoof is full of water.

- Sister Alyonushka, I’ll take some bread from the hoof!

- Don’t drink, brother, you’ll become a little calf! The brother obeyed, let's move on.

The sun is high, the well is far away, the heat is oppressive, the sweat is protruding. The horse's hoof is full of water.

- Sister Alyonushka, I’ll drink from the hoof!

- Don’t drink, brother, you’ll become a foal! Ivanushka sighed, and we moved on again.

The sun is high, the well is far away, the heat is oppressive, the sweat is protruding. A goat's hoof is full of water. Ivanushka says:

- Sister Alyonushka, there is no urine: I’ll drink from the hoof!

- Don’t drink, brother, you’ll become a little goat!

Ivanushka did not listen and drank from a goat’s hoof.

Got drunk and became a little goat...

Alyonushka calls her brother, and instead of Ivanushka, a little white goat runs after her.

Alyonushka burst into tears, sat down under a haystack - she was crying, and the little goat was jumping around next to her.

At that time a merchant was driving past:

-What are you crying about, red maiden?

Alyonushka told him about her misfortune

The merchant tells her:

- Come marry me. I will dress you in gold and silver, and the little goat will live with us.

Alyonushka thought, thought and married the merchant.

They began to live and get along, and the little goat lives with them, eats and drinks from the same cup with Alyonushka.

One day the merchant was not at home. Out of nowhere, a witch comes: she stood under Alyonushka’s window and so affectionately began to call her to swim in the river.

The witch brought Alyonushka to the river. She rushed at her, tied a stone around Alyonushka’s neck and threw her into the water.

And she herself turned into Alyonushka, dressed up in her dress and came to her mansion. No one recognized the witch. The merchant returned - and he did not recognize him.

One little goat knew everything. He hangs his head, doesn’t drink, doesn’t eat. In the morning and evening he walks along the bank near the water and calls:

Alyonushka, my sister!..

Swim out, swim out to the shore...

The witch found out about this and began to ask her husband to kill and slaughter the kid...

The merchant felt sorry for the little goat, he got used to it. And the witch pesters so much, begs so much - there is nothing to be done, the merchant agreed:

- Well, kill him...

The witch ordered to build high fires, heat cast iron cauldrons, and sharpen damask knives.

The little goat found out that he did not have long to live, and said to his named father:

- Before I die, let me go to the river, drink some water, rinse my intestines.

- Well, go.

The little goat ran to the river, stood on the bank and cried out pitifully:

Alyonushka, my sister!

Swim out, swim out to the shore.

The fires are burning high,

Cast iron boilers are boiling,

Damask knives are sharpened,

They want to kill me!

Alyonushka from the river answers him:

Oh, my brother Ivanushka!

The heavy stone pulls to the bottom,

Silk grass has tangled my legs,

Yellow sands lay on my chest.

And the witch is looking for the little goat, cannot find it, and sends a servant: - Go find the little goat, bring him to me. The servant went to the river and saw a little goat running along the bank and calling pitifully:

Alyonushka, my sister!

Swim out, swim out to the shore.

The fires are burning high,

Cast iron boilers are boiling,

Damask knives are sharpened,

They want to kill me!

And from the river they answer him:

Oh, my brother Ivanushka!

The heavy stone pulls to the bottom,

Silk grass has tangled my legs,

Yellow sands lay on my chest.

The servant ran home and told the merchant about what he had heard on the river. They gathered the people, went to the river, threw silk nets and pulled Alyonushka to the shore. They took the stone from her neck, dipped her in spring water, and dressed her in an elegant dress. Alyonushka came to life and became more beautiful than she was.

And the little goat threw himself over his head three times with joy and turned into the boy Ivanushka.

The witch was tied to a horse's tail and released into an open field.