Therapeutic fairy tales: how to understand your child and help him. Fairy tales help in education, but there are very harmful fairy tales

Therapeutic tales from Semignomochek

Once upon a time there was a little mouse named Pim.

He spent the whole day playing hide and seek and tag with his brothers. But when night fell on the ground, Pym began to be afraid.

He was very afraid of the dark. It enveloped the familiar closet and turned it into the big black cat that Pym feared more than anything in the world. And when steps were heard outside the window, the mouse imagined a hedgehog that went out hunting at night.

And if on dark sky a bright light flashed, Pym thought it was an owl looking for him. After all, both the hedgehog and the owl hunt mice. And then the mouse Pim would crawl with his head under the blanket and tremble with fear.

One day, when night fell again, Pym crawled under the blanket, closed his eyes very, very tightly and wanted it to become as light as day. And so, when the mouse opened his eyes, it became light around him, like a sunny day, and he himself found himself in a beautiful forest.

Pym ran happily along the path! But then he heard someone crying. In the middle of the path sat a small black creature and cried bitterly. Pim felt sorry for the stranger, he came up and asked:

Who are you and why are you crying?

“I am Darkness,” the creature answered, “And I cry because I am sad and lonely.” Everyone is afraid of me, and no one wants to be friends with me! Every evening I come to visit every house, and I cannot find friends anywhere. And I’m so sad alone, I really want to find a friend!

And the Darkness cried even harder. Pym felt sorry for the Darkness.

- Let me be your friend! - he said.

And from then on, the mouse Pym and the Darkness became friends. Every night when the Darkness came to visit, Pym no longer trembled with fear. He imagined that the cabinet was a big piece of cheese, and it was funny to be afraid of cheese!

Footsteps outside the window - it’s the dog Poofik wandering around, watching at night. And the light in the dark sky is a shooting star... Pym closed his eyes and calmly fell asleep. And the Darkness covered him with a warm blanket, lulled him to sleep and made sure that no one prevented the mouse from getting a good night's sleep...

Pim the mouse and porridge. Author Valentina Ushaeva (

Pim the mouse did not like to eat porridge. Not because it tastes bad. Mom cooked very tasty porridge.

But Pim still wanted to eat something more interesting for breakfast. For example, a piece of cheese or a chocolate bar. And it’s a pity to waste time on porridge when you can do so much!

But my mother always repeated that porridge is very healthy.

One morning, when Mom put the bowl of porridge in front of Pim again, he said:

I won't eat porridge anymore! Don't want!

What will you eat? - Mom was surprised.

Nothing! I’ll wait until lunch, maybe there’ll be something delicious for lunch! Or maybe I won’t eat at all, I’m fine as is!

But porridge is so healthy, it has everything for you to grow healthy and strong. And you need strength to play, run and jump! - Mom answered. – Ask anyone, everyone eats healthy food.

But the mouse Pim no longer listened to her, he ran to play in the yard.

There was a big tree growing in the yard! Pim decided to find out how it grows, because it doesn’t eat anything. The tree doesn't even have a mouth!

Of course I eat. - The tree laughed. - Just not like you. My roots feed me. They are deep in the ground and take many useful substances from it. That's why I'm growing so well.

The mouse was very surprised and a little upset. After all, he wanted to show his mother someone who doesn’t eat and yet lives wonderfully! He ran behind the fence, where a small river flowed. “She certainly doesn’t eat anything,” thought Pym. “She has neither a mouth nor roots.”

Well, little mouse, - the river began to gurgle - I am fed by underground springs. Without them, I would have remained a thin stream. Now look how wide and fast I am! I drink springs and also rain water.

No, I don't eat anything. – The stone answered angrily. He was very reluctant to talk.

The joyful mouse ran home and told his mother about the stone.

“You see,” said the mouse, “he doesn’t eat or drink anything, and yet he feels good.”

Well,” Mom smiled, “if you want to be like a stone, then, of course, you don’t have to eat anything.” You will lie there all day and do nothing. After all, the stone always lies motionless. You won’t grow, because a stone doesn’t grow. And everyone will trip over you.

No no! - The mouse screamed. – I don’t want to lie still, because I love to play, run and jump so much! And I want to grow up like dad, big and strong. And I really don’t want everyone to trip over me! – The mouse was almost crying. He suddenly became so afraid that he would turn into stone.

Mom, quickly give me delicious millet porridge! - he asked. Mom put his favorite plate of porridge in front of him with a smile. Pim ate everything and even asked for more!

Since then, Pym the mouse always ate porridge for breakfast, because he so wanted to remain a cheerful and nimble little mouse, and did not at all want to be a boring gray stone.

Pym the mouse and spring. Author Valentina Ushaeva (

Pym the mouse was looking forward to spring. After all, in winter you need to wear so many clothes! And in the spring you can run in just pants and a jacket.

And finally, Pym put on his new pants and new jacket. The pants had bright stripes: blue like the sky, yellow like the sun, and green like grass. These were the mouse's favorite colors.

The sun was shining outside, and Pim ran to the far end of the yard to play football with his friends.
When the mouse ran up to his friends, they suddenly started pointing at him and laughing loudly.

Look, Stripe has come running, ha ha ha! - they shouted. - Stripe, Stripe!

Pym realized that his friends were laughing at his pants. But Pim liked these pants so much. The rest of the mice had pants without stripes: red, black or purple. Pim felt very upset and ran behind the old barn.

He couldn’t understand why his friends didn’t like his bright pants so much. “I need to ask my mother to sew me purple pants,” the mouse thought. - “But I don’t like it that way.” purple, and black too."

Behind the old barn a meadow began. There were so many flowers in this meadow: delicate daisies with white petals, blue cornflowers, sunny yellow dandelions, and even tall bright red poppies.

And colorful butterflies fluttered over the flowers. The mouse was so enchanted by the flowers and butterflies that he even forgot about his offense.

Then a large beautiful butterfly landed on a flower in front of him.

Good afternoon - Said the butterfly. - Why are you sitting here alone, where are your friends? - she asked the mouse.

Then Pym remembered what happened to him.

“They’re playing football in the yard,” he answered. “And I ran away because they didn’t like my pants and started calling me names.”

But you have very beautiful pants,” the butterfly was surprised, “don’t you like them yourself?”

I really like it! - Said the mouse.

Then why didn't you tell your friends about it and stay? Look around, how many of the most different butterflies you see? Here is a yellow lemongrass, and here is a blue-winged moth. And here is the cabbage, it has white wings with stripes. In my opinion, they are not very beautiful, but she likes them! And the shape of everyone's wings is different. But it never occurs to any of us to call each other names. – The butterfly’s antennae began to tremble with indignation.

Everyone is proud of their appearance, everyone has their own beauty. – she continued. - Look at the flowers. Would it be better if they all became the same? It would be very boring! Birch leaves are different from rowan leaves, and even each nettle bush looks different. So you can be proud of your pants and wear them, even if someone doesn’t like them.

Then the butterfly easily fluttered from the flower and, nodding goodbye to the mouse, flew away. And Pim rushed into the yard to play football with his friends. He realized that his pants were no worse than others, and no longer began to be offended by his friends. Friends were very happy about Pim, because he was the best goal scorer.

Over time, they stopped calling him Stripes, and some even began to wear checkered and polka-dot pants. After all, everyone is so different, everyone has their favorite clothes, a favorite fairy tale, a favorite toy, completely different from the other. And that's great!

Baba Yaga. Author Ratushnaya Svetlana (

This fairy tale helped us stop being afraid of Baba Yaga

Once upon a time there was a bear, his mother was a bear and his father was a bear. The little bear was very afraid of Baba Yaga. One day he went into the forest to eat raspberries, it was his favorite berry. The bear went deeper and deeper into the forest, picking berries.

He was very carried away by this process and did not even notice how he found himself deep in the forest. He wanted to go home to his mom and dad, but he got even more lost. Mishka was very frightened and did not know how to get out of the forest and where to go. He walked and walked and suddenly saw a hut on chicken legs, the kind in which Baba Yaga usually lived. The bear was very frightened, he was trembling all over. Suddenly Baba Yaga came out of the hut and said:

Hello, bear!
“Hello, Baba Yaga,” the bear answered in a trembling voice.
- What are you doing here?
- I got lost.
- Don't be sad, bear. I will help you.

Baba Yaga took the cub by the paw and led him to the house where Mama Bear and Papa Bear lived.

Well, here we are, here is your home, bear.
“Thank you, Baba Yaga,” answered the bear.

Since then, the bear was no longer afraid of Baba Yaga, because she is not always evil. Sometimes she helps animals and children.

A fairy tale about a bunny: why sleep is needed. Author Elena Lemm (

Lived in a forest little bunny. And he was cheerful and perky, no one in the forest ran faster than him, or jumped as far as he did.

From morning to evening the bunny played and had fun with his bunnie friends. But evening came, all the friends ran home and fell asleep in their beds, and our bunny really didn’t like to sleep. He came up with many various reasons so as not to sleep. And one day the bunny never fell asleep. The stars and the moon looked into his window, offering to tell a beautiful fairy tale, but the bunny didn’t listen to them. The sweetest morning dream whispered its story in his ear, but the bunny drove him away too. The sun has already woken up, and the cockerel crowed good morning to him. But the bunny never closed his eyes.

He should be happy, he won the dream. But what is it? The porridge has become tasteless, the birds are singing sadly and the sun is not shining brightly. Nothing makes him happy. The bunny went out with his friends to jump and run, but not to play. The eyes try to close, the paws do not obey... Suddenly, out of nowhere, a wolf jumped out. All the hares scattered, but our little bunny couldn’t even move his paw. If the squirrels had not helped, the wolf had not been thrown pine cones, it would have been a disaster. Then the bunny understood why sleep was needed, and from then on he always went to bed on time.

Seven Dwarves. Author

Once upon a time there were 7 dwarfs.

They were very, very friendly. Each gnome had his own favorite pastime. The first one loved to cook tasty and healthy meals. The second one did an excellent job of keeping the house clean. The third one liked to read books. He read not only to himself, but also to other gnomes. Everyone will sit next to each other and listen. Good books there was a lot in the house! The fourth gnome had “golden hands”. He repaired everything, sewed it up, glued it, repaired it.

I must say that the gnomes were very neat. But if anything, the Fourth Dwarf was right there. The fifth gnome loved flowers. He bred them and then looked after them. Flowers were not only in the house and on the street. And the Dwarfs' house itself was decorated with fresh flowers. Beauty! The sixth gnome sang excellently, played the musical instruments and danced. He also always came up with the most interesting entertainment, games and competitions for his brothers.

It was always fun in their house! What about the Seventh Dwarf? What did he love? What was he responsible for? This gnome was the smallest. He still knew little, but he had a very important task. The seventh gnome supported everyone good mood. How did he do it? Differently. The main thing is that the brothers smile and begin to do their jobs with pleasure. But one day something very happened sad story! Little gnome woke up in a terrible mood, did not smile at anyone, did not wish good morning, became capricious and gloomily went off somewhere. What started here?!

The first one couldn’t cook anything tasty, and what happened was not healthy. The second one didn’t want to clean the house, he only made even more of a mess. The third didn't even touch the books. And they didn’t finish reading one very an interesting fairy tale. The fourth did not want to lubricate the creaking door (even she was sad). He also accidentally broke the stand for the flower pots and didn’t bother to fix it. When the flowers fell from the stand (fortunately they didn’t break), Fifth didn’t even get upset. He didn’t want to look at his flowers at all and didn’t water them.

But the Sixth Dwarf did not stop singing. But he mumbled such a sad song that everyone just wanted to cry. What will happen now? And then the Seventh returned home.

When he saw what was happening, he immediately realized that it was his fault. Bad mood. After thinking for a minute, he went up to each brother, whispered something in his ear and smiled. And as if by magic, everything returned to its place. Everyone happily went about their favorite activities, singing a cheerful song together. Shall I tell you what the Seventh whispered? “I love you, you are very dear to me!” That's all.

Inventing a fairy tale is creative task, which develops speech, imagination, fantasy, and creative thinking in children. These tasks help the child create fairy world, where he is the main character, forming in the child such qualities as kindness, courage, boldness, patriotism.

By composing independently, the child develops these qualities. Our children really enjoy inventing things themselves. fairy tales, it brings them joy and pleasure. Fairy tales invented by children are very interesting and help to understand inner world your children, a lot of emotions, the invented characters seemed to come to us from another world, the world of childhood. The drawings for these essays look very funny. The page presents short tales that the schoolchildren came up with for the lesson literary reading in 3rd grade. If the children cannot write a fairy tale themselves, then invite them to come up with the beginning, end or continuation of the fairy tale on their own.

A fairy tale should have:

• introduction (starter)
• main action
• denouement + epilogue (preferably)
• a fairy tale should teach something good

The presence of these components will give your creative work correct finished look. Please note that in the examples presented below, these components are not always present, and this serves as a basis for lowering the ratings.

Fight against an alien

In a certain city, in a certain country, there lived a president and a first lady. They had three sons - triplets: Vasya, Vanya and Roma. They were smart, brave and courageous, only Vasya and Vanya were irresponsible. One day, the city was attacked by an alien. And not a single army could cope. This alien destroyed houses at night. The brothers came up with an invisible drone. Vasya and Vanya were supposed to be on duty, but fell asleep. But Roma couldn’t sleep. And when the alien appeared, he began to fight it. It turned out to be not so simple. The plane was shot down. Roma woke up the brothers, and they helped him control the smoking drone. And together they defeated the alien. (Kamenkov Makar)

How the ladybug got dots.

Once upon a time there lived an artist. And one day he came up with the idea of ​​drawing fairytale picture about the life of insects. He drew and drew, and suddenly he saw a ladybug. She didn't seem very beautiful to him. And he decided to change the color of the back, the ladybug looked strange. I changed the color of the head, it looked strange again. And when I painted spots on the back, it became beautiful. And he liked it so much that he drew 5-6 pieces at once. The artist’s painting was hung in the museum for everyone to admire. And ladybugs still have dots on my back. When other insects ask: "Why do you have ladybugs dots on their backs?" They answer: “It was the artist who painted us” (Surzhikova Maria)

Fear has big eyes

There lived a grandmother and granddaughter. Every day they went for water. The grandmother had large bottles, the granddaughter had smaller ones. One day our water carriers went to fetch water. They got some water and are walking home through the area. They walk and see an apple tree, and under the apple tree there is a cat. The wind blew and the apple fell on the cat’s forehead. The cat got scared and ran right under our water carriers’ feet. They got scared, threw the bottles and ran home. The grandmother fell on the bench, the granddaughter hid behind her grandmother. The cat ran scared and barely ran away. It’s true what they say: “Fear has big eyes – what they don’t have, they see.”

Snowflake

Once upon a time there lived a king, and he had a daughter. She was called Snowflake because she was made of snow and melted in the sun. But despite this, her heart was not very kind. The king did not have a wife and he said to the snowflake: “Now you will grow up and who will take care of me?” The snowflake saw the suffering of the king-father and offered to find him a wife. The king agreed. After some time, the king found himself a wife, her name was Rosella. She was angry and jealous of her stepdaughter. Snowflake was friends with all the animals, since people were allowed to see her, because the king was afraid that people might harm his beloved daughter.

Every day Snowflake grew and blossomed, and the stepmother figured out how to get rid of her. Rosella learned Snowflake’s secret and decided to destroy her at all costs. She called Snowflake to her and said: “My daughter, I am very sick and only the decoction that my sister cooks will help me, but she lives very far away.” Snowflake agreed to help her stepmother.

The girl set off in the evening, found where Rosella’s sister lived, took the broth from her and hurried back. But dawn began and she turned into a puddle. Where the snowflake melted grew beautiful flower. Rosella told the king that she had let Snowflake go to look at White light, but she never returned. The king was upset and waited days and nights for his daughter.

In the forest where I grew up fairy flower, a girl was walking. She took the flower home, began to look after it and talk to it. One spring day, a flower blossomed and a girl grew out of it. This girl turned out to be Snowflake. She went with her savior to the palace of the unfortunate king and told everything to the priest. The king became angry with Rosella and kicked her out. And he recognized his daughter’s savior as his second daughter. And they have lived together very happily ever since. (Veronica)

Magical forest

Once upon a time there lived a boy named Vova. One day he went into the forest. The forest turned out to be magical, like in a fairy tale. Dinosaurs lived there. Vova was walking and saw frogs in the clearing. They danced and sang. Suddenly a dinosaur came. He was clumsy and big, and he also began to dance. Vova laughed and so did the trees. That was the adventure with Vova. (Boltnova Victoria)

The Tale of the Good Hare

Once upon a time there lived a hare and a hare. They huddled in a small dilapidated hut at the edge of the forest. One day the hare went to pick mushrooms and berries. I collected a whole bag of mushrooms and a basket of berries.

He is walking home and meets a hedgehog. “What are you talking about, hare?” - asks the hedgehog. “Mushrooms and berries,” answers the hare. And he treated the hedgehog to mushrooms. He went further. A squirrel jumps towards me. The squirrel saw berries and said: “Give me a bunny of berries, I’ll give them to my squirrels.” The hare treated the squirrel and moved on. A bear is coming towards you. He gave the bear some mushrooms to taste and continued on his way.

A fox is coming. “Give me your harvest!” The hare grabbed a bag of mushrooms and a basket of berries and ran away from the fox. The fox was offended by the hare and decided to take revenge on him. She ran ahead of the hare to his hut and destroyed it.

The hare comes home, but there is no hut. Only the hare sits and cries bitter tears. Local animals learned about the hare's troubles and came to help him. new house line up. And the house turned out a hundred times better than before. And then they got bunnies. And they began to live their lives and receive forest friends as guests.

Magic wand

Once upon a time there lived three brothers. Two strong and a weak one. The strong ones were lazy, and the third was hardworking. They went into the forest to pick mushrooms and got lost. The brothers saw the palace all made of gold, went inside, and there were untold riches. The first brother took a sword made of gold. The second brother took an iron club. The third took a magic wand. The Serpent Gorynych appeared out of nowhere. One with a sword, the other with a club, but Zmey Gorynych doesn’t take anything. Only the third brother waved his wand, and instead of the kite there was a boar, which ran away. The brothers returned home and have been helping their weak brother ever since.

Bunny

Once upon a time there lived a little bunny. And one day a fox stole him and carried him far away, far away. She put him in prison and locked him. The poor bunny sits and thinks: “How to escape?” And suddenly he sees stars falling from the small window, and a little fairy squirrel appears. And she told him to wait until the fox fell asleep and get the key. The fairy gave him a package and told him to open it only at night.

Night has come. The bunny untied the package and saw a fishing rod. He took it, stuck it through the window, and swung it. The hook hit the key. The bunny pulled and took the key. He opened the door and ran home. And the fox looked for him and looked for him, but never found him.

Tale about the king

In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived a king and a queen. And they had three sons: Vanya, Vasya and Peter. One fine day the brothers were walking in the garden. In the evening they came home. The king and queen meet them at the gate and say: “Robbers have attacked our land. Take the troops and drive them out of our land.” And the brothers went and began to look for the robbers.

For three days and three nights they rode without rest. On the fourth day, a heated battle is seen near one village. The brothers galloped to the rescue. There was a battle from early morning until late evening. Many people died on the battlefield, but the brothers won.

They returned home. The king and queen rejoiced at the victory, the king was proud of his sons and threw a feast for the whole world. And I was there, and I drank honey. It flowed down my mustache, but didn’t get into my mouth.

Magic fish

Once upon a time there lived a boy, Petya. Once he went fishing. The first time he cast his fishing rod, he caught nothing. The second time he cast his fishing rod and again did not catch anything. The third time he cast his fishing rod and caught goldfish. Petya brought it home and put it in a jar. I began to make imaginary fairy-tale wishes:

Fish - fish I want to learn mathematics.

Okay, Petya, I'll do the math for you.

Rybka - Rybka I want to learn Russian.

Okay, Petya, I'll do Russian for you.

And the boy made a third wish:

I want to become a scientist

The fish said nothing, just splashed its tail in the water and disappeared into the waves forever.

If you don’t study and don’t work, you can’t become a scientist.

Magical girl

Once upon a time there lived a girl - the Sun. And she was called the Sun because she smiled. The sun began to travel across Africa. She felt thirsty. When she said these words, a large bucket of cool water suddenly appeared. The girl drank some water, and the water was golden. And the Sun became strong, healthy and happy. And when things were difficult for her in life, those difficulties went away. And the girl realized about her magic. She wished for toys, but it didn’t come true. The Sun began to act up and the magic disappeared. It is true what they say: “If you want a lot, you will get little.”

Tale about kittens

Once upon a time there lived a cat and a cat, and they had three kittens. The eldest was called Barsik, the middle one was Murzik, and the youngest was Ryzhik. One day they went for a walk and saw a frog. The kittens chased after her. The frog jumped into the bushes and disappeared. Ryzhik asked Barsik:

Who is it?

“I don’t know,” Barsik answered.

Let's catch him, Murzik suggested.

And the kittens climbed into the bushes, but the frog was no longer there. They went home to tell their mother about it. The mother cat listened to them and said that it was a frog. So the kittens found out what kind of animal it was.

Wisdom is an experience gained by a person, enshrined deep in neurons. We cannot teach wisdom to anyone. Stepping on a rake, burning your fingers - all this is the path that our children must follow. But how to step down this path with minimal trauma to yourself, your psyche, physical health, reputation? Therapeutic tales help us pass on knowledge from generation to generation. Reading them puts important attitudes into the subconscious that will influence life in the future. Night tradition– read before bed good fairy tale is a connection between generations, a way to calm down, develop imagination and help your future self make the right choice.

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In all centuries, at all times, people have helped each other. Someone ended up in difficult situation, confused, doesn’t know what to do next - how good it would be if there are those who can help with advice, kind words or business. The story “Help a friend” is about those who helped in time.

Once upon a time there were two hedgehogs, two friends, one was called Squishy, ​​and the other was Smarty. The hedgehogs' friendship began a long time ago. Clever Man liked that Squishy always believed in his strength. And Squishy was glad that Clever Man knew how to share his friend’s joy, and did not laugh at his shortcomings, of which Squishy had plenty. He knew about them himself.

Yes, Squishy was afraid of unfamiliar sounds, was sometimes careless, and, most importantly, did not know how to stand up for himself. Clever Hedgehog tried to help his friend get rid of his shortcomings, but it was not so easy to do.

One day, Clever Hedgehog was walking along the path and whistling something cheerfully.

“I’ll go see Squishy,” he thought.

But Khlyupsik was not at home. The wise guy did not find a friend either in the house, or in the pantry, or in the yard.

-Where did Squishy go? - Smart the hedgehog said out loud.

“I saw,” said Beauty the magpie flying past, “how your friend was talking with some unfamiliar wolf, whose black tail ends in white fluff.” Your friend and the wolf - all hee-hee-hee yes ha-ha-ha. Apparently, after that your friend disappeared.

- Where is he, my trusting friend, my dear Squishy? - the hedgehog groaned. - What to do, where to find him?

“Well, okay,” said the magpie Beauty, “I’ll fly and see, maybe I’ll meet this wolf with white fluff somewhere.”

And she flew. At the foot of the Green Mountain, the magpie met the wolf it was looking for. Magpie Beauty quickly flew towards the hedgehog. Clever Hedgehog set off on the road, and the magpie showed him the way.

Having reached Green Mountain, the hedgehog Clever hid and began to watch the wolf. The wolf wandered back and forth and suddenly went somewhere.

“Probably headed to his house, which is called the “den,” the hedgehog thought.

And exactly. The wolf house turned out to be well camouflaged.

“It’s a good shelter,” thought Smart Hedgehog.

And suddenly he heard some strange sounds. Either someone snorted angrily, or groaned, or grinned. And suddenly it dawned on Smart Guy:

- This is Squishy! He's locked up somewhere and he's snorting.

“Are you going to tell me where your whole hedgehog family hid?” – Smart Guy suddenly heard.

“So that’s why the unfamiliar wolf didn’t eat Squishy,” thought Smart Guy. “He decided to find out from him where his family was hiding so that he could feast on everyone!”

Squishy did not answer the wolf’s menacing question.

“We urgently need to save Squishy,” decided the Smarty Hedgehog. - But how?

And then one thought came to Smart Man’s head. He quietly called out to the magpie Beauty and she flew up to him.

- Fly, call your sisters here. And then shout out loud:

— Hedgehogs are celebrating a holiday at Strawberry Meadow! And everything like that. The wolf will run there, and here we will unlock Squishy and run home.

So they did. Soon Khlyupsik was released. He realized that the salvation occurred thanks to the cunning plan of the hedgehog Clever and the help of the forty sisters. He, of course, thanked the magpie Beauty and her sisters. And the hedgehog said to Smarty:

- Thanks you're a real friend! Helped me out of trouble.

What about the wolf?

He came to Strawberry Glade, and there was no one there!..

During childhood, a child listens to fairy tales with pleasure. I remember a huge stack of children’s books that lay on the shelf next to the sofa and every night I read them in turn to my son at night.

The books were thin. Usually one fairy tale - one book. I really liked this format. There were large, bright illustrations with clearly drawn characters, and while I was reading the text, my son was looking at the pictures. One day I noticed that a child took a book, opened it and, looking at the illustration, began to retell the text almost word for word.

I slipped him a book I had not yet read, and looking at the picture, he began to invent a fairy tale. I told it slowly, tried to modulate my voice, as I did when reading, changing the timbre.

Of course, there was nothing in common with what was written in the book. But I was wondering what he would come up with. Two characters were drawn: a fox and a hare. And I thought: “Why did he choose a hare as the main character, although the fox is drawn larger?” And listening further to the tale, I realized that he was not telling this tale about a hare, but about himself. He personifies himself with a hare. He presents the long-eared one as bold, brave and intelligent, who as a result deceives the fox and takes possession of her basket of pies. The written fairy tale was about something completely different: about a cunning little fox and a trusting little bunny.

The next day, I slipped my son two more unread books and asked me to “read” them. The son began to flip through the pages with importance and, looking at the illustrations, composed a plot as he went. Not everything always lined up logically, the story sometimes reached a dead end, but this did not upset the kid at all and, not knowing about any laws of writing, he boldly continued the story.

This went on for several days. First, my son “read” an unfamiliar fairy tale to me, and then I read to him a book that I had already read and re-read more than once. I noticed that all of his main characters are somewhat similar. First of all, character and actions. At first they appear as unfortunate, offended and oppressed by someone, but then, with the passage of time and certain circumstances, they are reborn into strong and courageous ones. Of course, all Russian children's literature played an important role in this. There were so many fairy tales read about Emel, Ivanushka the fools, Brave little tailors...

Once I asked him which of the characters he invented was his favorite, and he listed for me those who were at first offended and unhappy, and then became winners. This was not without reason.

Two weeks later, while waiting for my son to finish playing war games with the boys on the kindergarten playground, I got into a conversation with his teacher. She was glad that my son finally joined the team, adapted, stopped being embarrassed and staying away.

The son moved to another group, but the children from new group he knew well from common walks and, nevertheless, it took him a long time to become part of the team.

And in the evening, out of habit, settling down on the sofa to read together, for some reason I remembered those bunnies, squirrels, puppies who invariably became the main characters of his fairy tales, although according to the semantic component of the illustrations they could not possibly be leading the narrative.

Perhaps his adaptation to the new kindergarten group was partly helped by the fairy tales that he himself invented. He came up with a pattern that no matter how bad you were now, no matter how bad you were, this is temporary. There will be certain circumstances and your own efforts that will help change the situation in a positive direction.

Any fairy tale involves development and a path from bad to good. This is a classic of the genre. The son learned this well and perhaps he transferred it to real life Having realized that if it’s bad, it can’t last forever, it will end someday and the circumstances that arise need to be turned with “interest” for yourself.

In fairy tales, the son played out a difficult situation for himself several times: how to transform from a sad and unhappy character into a hero.

Fantasy and writing, it turns out, can influence real life.