This section of our website contains stories from our favorite Russian writers for children 3-4 years old. The child gradually becomes interested not only in fairy-tale fiction, but also in the surrounding reality, described in understandable language.

Nosov, Dragunsky, Zoshchenko, Uspensky - experts on children's souls and best psychologists. In simple words they explain to young readers what is good and what is bad, make them think about the misdeeds of the heroes, inspire reflection and simply amuse the restless “whys.” Without strict morality they instill in a person best qualities– honesty, loyalty, hard work, ability to make friends and love.

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In the sweet carrot forest

Kozlov S.G.


A fairy tale about what forest animals love most. And one day everything happened as they dreamed. In the sweet carrot forest read The hare loved carrots most of all. He said: - I would like it in the forest...

Magic herb St. John's wort

Kozlov S.G.


A fairy tale about how the Hedgehog and the Little Bear looked at the flowers in the meadow. Then they saw a flower they didn’t know, and they became acquainted. It was St. John's wort. Magic herb St. John's wort read It was a sunny summer day. - Do you want me to give you something...

Green bird

Kozlov S.G.


A tale about a Crocodile who really wanted to fly. And then one day he dreamed that he turned into a large Green bird with wide wings. He flew over the land and over the sea and talked with different animals. Green...

How to catch a cloud

Kozlov S.G.


A fairy tale about how the Hedgehog and the Little Bear went fishing in the fall, but instead of fish they were bitten by the moon, then stars. And in the morning they pulled the sun out of the river. How to catch a cloud to read When the time has come...

Prisoner of the Caucasus

Tolstoy L.N.


A story about two officers who served in the Caucasus and were captured by the Tatars. The Tatars ordered letters to be written to relatives demanding a ransom. Zhilin was from a poor family; there was no one to pay the ransom for him. But he was strong...

How much land does a person need?

Tolstoy L.N.


The story is about the peasant Pakhom, who dreamed that he would have a lot of land, then the devil himself would not be afraid of him. He had the opportunity to inexpensively buy as much land as he could walk around before sunset. Wanting to have more...

Jacob's dog

Tolstoy L.N.


A story about a brother and sister who lived near a forest. They had a shaggy dog. One day they went into the forest without permission and were attacked by a wolf. But the dog grappled with the wolf and saved the children. Dog …

Tolstoy L.N.


The story is about an elephant who stepped on his owner because he was mistreating him. The wife was in grief. The elephant put his eldest son on his back and began to work hard for him. Elephant read...

What is everyone's favorite holiday? Certainly, New Year! On this magical night, a miracle descends on the earth, everything sparkles with lights, laughter is heard, and Santa Claus brings long-awaited gifts. A huge number of poems are dedicated to the New Year. IN …



In this section of the site you will find a selection of poems about the main wizard and friend of all children - Santa Claus. Many poems have been written about the kind grandfather, but we have selected the most suitable ones for children aged 5,6,7 years. Poems about...



Winter has come, and with it fluffy snow, blizzards, patterns on the windows, frosty air. The children rejoice at the white flakes of snow and take out their skates and sleds from the far corners. Work is in full swing in the yard: they are building a snow fortress, an ice slide, sculpting...



A selection of short and memorable poems about winter and New Year, Santa Claus, snowflakes, Christmas tree for junior group kindergarten. Read and learn short poems with children 3-4 years old for matinees and New Year's Eve. Here …

An invaluable source of wisdom and inspiration for a child. In this section you can read your favorite fairy tales online for free and give children the first most important lessons of world order and morality. It is from the magical narrative that children learn about good and evil, and also that these concepts are far from absolute. Each fairy tale presents its short description , which will help parents choose a topic that is relevant to the child’s age and give him a choice.

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

By listening to fairy tales, children not only acquire the necessary knowledge, but also learn to build relationships in society, relating themselves to one or another fictional character. From the experience of relationships between fairy-tale characters the child understands that he should not trust strangers unconditionally. Our website presents the most famous fairy tales for your children. Choose interesting fairy tales from the table provided.

Why is it useful to read fairy tales?

The various plots of the fairy tale help the child understand that the world around him can be contradictory and quite complex. Listening to the hero's adventures, children virtually encounter injustice, hypocrisy and pain. But this is how the baby learns to value love, honesty, friendship and beauty. Always having a happy ending, fairy tales help the child to be optimistic and resist various kinds of life's troubles.

The entertainment component of fairy tales should not be underestimated. Listening to fascinating stories has many advantages, for example, compared to watching cartoons - there is no threat to the baby's vision. Moreover, by listening to children's fairy tales performed by parents, the baby learns many new words and learns to correctly articulate sounds. The importance of this is difficult to overestimate, because scientists have long proven that nothing affects the future comprehensive development of a child more than early speech development.

What kinds of fairy tales are there for children?

Fairy tales There are different ones: magical – exciting children’s imagination with a riot of imagination; household - telling about a simple Everyday life, in which magic is also possible; about animals - where the leading characters are not people, but various animals so beloved by children. Our website presents a large number of such fairy tales. Here you can read for free what will be interesting to your baby. Convenient navigation will help you search the required material fast and simple.

Read the annotations to give the child the right to independently choose a fairy tale, because most modern child psychologists believe that the key to children’s future love of reading lies in the freedom to choose material. We give you and your child unlimited freedom in choosing wonderful children's fairy tales!

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 her 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, arms-legs spread it out - it won’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 born he was!”

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 him kind word say a word."

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: it was impossible to drown, and it was impossible to 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 kind person, 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 I’ll 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 live with 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, eyes narrowed, lamenting in her voice: 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 she 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,” the owner said, 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, 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 slowly let the fish fall 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 around 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 her owner and shouted:

- 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 a 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 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 a 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, and flew higher deep forest, looked around and saw that Malashechka was running with her brother. The gray goose screamed, guffawed, raised the entire flock of geese, and flew to Baba Yaga to report. And Baba Yaga - bone leg She sleeps so hard that steam is pouring off of her, and the windows are shaking 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 answers 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 more angry than ever and drove 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 worth the price of 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, got off 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 kindly 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, dressed her in 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.

Notebooks in the rain

During recess, Marik says to me:

Let's run away from class. Look how nice it is outside!

What if Aunt Dasha is late with the briefcases?

You need to throw your briefcases out the window.

We looked out the window: it was dry near the wall, but a little further away there was a huge puddle. Don't throw your briefcases into a puddle! We took the belts off the trousers, tied them together and carefully lowered the briefcases onto them. At this time the bell rang. The teacher entered. I had to sit down. The lesson has begun. The rain poured outside the window. Marik writes me a note: “Our notebooks are missing.”

I answer him: “Our notebooks are missing.”

He writes to me: “What are we going to do?”

I answer him: “What are we going to do?”

Suddenly they call me to the board.

“I can’t,” I say, “I have to go to the board.”

“How, I think, can I walk without a belt?”

Go, go, I’ll help you,” says the teacher.

You don't need to help me.

Are you sick by any chance?

“I’m sick,” I say.

How's your homework?

Good with homework.

The teacher comes up to me.

Well, show me your notebook.

What's going on with you?

You'll have to give it a two.

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

The teacher gave me a bad grade and calmly said:

You're feeling strange today...

How I sat under my desk

As soon as the teacher turned to the board, I immediately went under the desk. When the teacher notices that I have disappeared, he will probably be terribly surprised.

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

Sorry, Pyotr Petrovich...

The teacher asks:

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

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

Well, how comfortable is it to sit there, under the desk? You sat very quietly today. This is how it would always be in class.

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

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

Now, now, grandma, I’ll wash the dishes for you.

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

And in class he dodged as best he could.

The teacher tells him:

Read it here.

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

Would you like me to close the window so it doesn't blow?

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

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

How is your health?

“It’s bad,” Goga said.

What hurts?

Well, then go to class.

Because nothing hurts you.

How do you know?

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

And the efforts of my classmates came to nothing. First, Masha, an excellent student, was assigned to him.

Let’s study seriously,” Masha told him.

When? - asked Goga.

Yeah right now.

“I’ll come now,” Goga said.

And he left and did not return.

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

Where are you going? - Grisha asked.

“Come here,” Goga called.

And here no one will interfere with us.

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

No one else was assigned to him.

As time went. He was dodging.

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

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

Grandmother said:

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

But the father said:

It was really in vain that you did this. Our Gogochka has become so lazy that he cannot read a single line. I ask everyone to leave for the meeting.

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

But he didn't know what kind of meeting it was! What was decided there!

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

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

He immediately suggested:

Let me wash the dishes for you, mommy.

And he ran to wash the dishes.

He ran to his father.

His father sternly told him never to make such requests to him again.

He thrust the book to his grandmother, but she yawned and dropped it from her hands. He picked up the book from the floor and gave it to his grandmother again. But she dropped it from her hands again. No, she had never fallen asleep so quickly in her chair before! “Is she really asleep,” thought Goga, “or was she instructed to pretend at the meeting? “Goga tugged at her, shook her, but grandma didn’t even think about waking up.

In despair, he sat down on the floor and began to look at the pictures. But from the pictures it was difficult to understand what was happening there next.

He brought the book to class. But his classmates refused to read to him. Not only that: Masha immediately left, and Grisha defiantly reached under the desk.

Goga pestered the high school student, but he flicked him on the nose and laughed.

That's what a home meeting is all about!

This is what the public means!

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

That's what's interesting!

Who cares what's surprising?

Tanka is not surprised by anything. She always says: “That’s not surprising!” - even if it happens surprisingly. Yesterday, in front of everyone, I jumped over such a puddle... No one could jump over, but I jumped over! Everyone was surprised except Tanya.

“Just think! So what? It’s not surprising!”

I kept trying to surprise her. But he couldn't surprise me. No matter how hard I tried.

I hit a little sparrow with a slingshot.

I learned to walk on my hands and whistle with one finger in my mouth.

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

I tried my best. What didn’t I do! Climbed trees, walked without a hat in winter...

She still wasn't surprised.

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

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

Marvelous! I wouldn't have thought that! He reads!

Prize

We made original costumes - no one else will have them! I will be a horse, and Vovka will be a knight. The only bad thing is that he has to ride me, and not me on him. And all because I'm a little younger. True, we agreed with him: he will not ride me all the time. He’ll ride me a little, and then he’ll get off and lead me like horses are led by the bridle. And so we went to the carnival. We came to the club at ordinary suits, and then changed clothes and went out into the hall. That is, we moved in. I crawled on all fours. And Vovka was sitting on my back. True, Vovka helped me - he walked on the floor with his feet. But it was still not easy for me.

And I haven't seen anything yet. I was wearing a horse mask. I couldn’t see anything at all, although the mask had holes for the eyes. But they were somewhere on the forehead. I was crawling in the dark.

I bumped into someone's feet. I ran into a column twice. Sometimes I shook my head, then the mask slipped off and I saw the light. But for a moment. And then it's dark again. I couldn't shake my head all the time!

At least for a moment I saw the light. But Vovka saw nothing at all. And he kept asking me what was ahead. And he asked me to crawl more carefully. I crawled carefully anyway. I didn’t see anything myself. How could I know what was ahead! Someone stepped on my hand. I stopped immediately. And he refused to crawl any further. I told Vovka:

Enough. Get off.

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

I suggested taking off the masks and looking at the carnival, and then putting the masks back on. But Vovka said:

Then they will recognize us.

It must be fun here,” I said. “But we don’t see anything...

But Vovka walked in silence. He firmly decided to endure until the end. Get first prize.

My knees started to hurt. I said:

I'll sit on the floor now.

Can horses sit? - said Vovka. “You’re crazy!” You're a horse!

“I’m not a horse,” I said. “You’re a horse yourself.”

“No, you’re a horse,” Vovka answered. “Otherwise we won’t get a bonus.”

Well, so be it,” I said. “I’m tired of it.”

“Be patient,” said Vovka.

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

You are sitting? - asked Vovka.

“I’m sitting,” I said.

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

Music was blaring all around and people were laughing.

I asked:

Will it end soon?

Be patient,” said Vovka, “probably soon...

Vovka couldn’t stand it either. I sat down on the sofa. I sat down next to him. Then Vovka fell asleep on the sofa. And I fell asleep too.

Then they woke us up and gave us a bonus.

In the closet

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

I was sitting in the closet, waiting for the lesson to start, and didn’t notice how I fell asleep.

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

It's stuffy in the closet and dark as night. I got scared, I started screaming:

Uh-uh! I'm in the closet! Help!

I listened - silence all around.

ABOUT! Comrades! I'm sitting in the closet!

I hear someone's steps. Someone is coming.

Who's bawling here?

I immediately recognized Aunt Nyusha, the cleaning lady.

I was delighted and shouted:

Aunt Nyusha, I'm here!

Where are you, dear?

I'm in the closet! In the closet!

How did you, my dear, get there?

I'm in the closet, grandma!

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

I was locked in a closet. Oh, grandma!

Aunt Nyusha left. Silence again. She probably went to get the key.

Pal Palych knocked on the cabinet with his finger.

There’s no one there,” said Pal Palych.

Why not? “Yes,” said Aunt Nyusha.

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

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

I'm here!

Who are you? - asked Pal Palych.

I... Tsypkin...

Why did you go there, Tsypkin?

I was locked... I didn't get in...

Hm... He's locked up! But he didn’t get in! Have you seen it? What wizards there are in our school! They don't get into the closet when they are locked in the closet. Miracles don’t happen, do you hear, Tsypkin?

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

Don't know...

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

Aunt Nyusha went to get the key, but Pal Palych stayed behind. He sat down on a chair nearby and began to wait. I saw his face through the crack. He was very angry. He lit a cigarette and said:

Well! This is what prank leads to. Tell me honestly: why are you in the closet?

I really wanted to disappear from the closet. They open the closet, and I’m not there. It was as if I had never been there. They will ask me: “Were you in the closet?” I will say: “I wasn’t.” They will say to me: “Who was there?” I will say: “I don’t know.”

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

I was silent.

Are you alive there? - asked Pal Palych.

Well, sit tight, they'll open soon...

I am sitting...

So... - said Pal Palych. - So will you answer me why you climbed into this closet?

Who? Tsypkin? In the closet? Why?

I wanted to disappear again.

The director asked:

Tsypkin, is that you?

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

Aunt Nyusha said:

The class leader took the key away.

“Break down the door,” said the director.

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

Well, come out,” said the director. - And explain to us what that means.

I didn't move. I was scared.

Why is he standing? - asked the director.

I was pulled out of the closet.

I was silent the whole time.

I didn't know what to say.

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

Carousel in my head

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

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

“Hold on,” said the father, “don’t fall and write all these things on a piece of paper for me so that I don’t forget.”

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

Write,” said the father, “it doesn’t cost you anything.”

“In general, it’s worth nothing,” I said, “just extra hassle.” And I wrote in large letters on the entire sheet:

VILISAPET

PISTAL GUN

VIRTALET

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

ICE CREAM

The father read it and said:

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

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

Until what time?

Until better times.

Until what?

Until the next end of the school year.

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

It's as if words have legs!

And they’ve bought me ice cream a hundred times already.

Betball

Today you shouldn’t go outside - today is the game... - Dad said mysteriously, looking out the window.

Which? - I asked from behind my dad’s back.

“Wetball,” he answered even more mysteriously and sat me down on the windowsill.

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

Apparently, dad guessed that I didn’t understand anything and began to explain.

Wetball is like football, only it is played by trees, and instead of a ball, they are kicked by the wind. We say hurricane or storm, and they say wetball. Look how the birch trees rustled - it’s the poplars that are giving in to them... Wow! How they swayed - it’s clear that they missed a goal, they couldn’t hold back the wind with branches... Well, another pass! Dangerous moment...

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

Breakfast

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

No, I say, I would like today’s one. Well, or yesterday, at worst...

Yesterday there was soup for lunch... - Mom was confused. - Should I warm it up?

In general, I didn’t understand anything.

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

So do you want porridge or soup? - she asked carefully.

How the boy Yasha ate poorly

Yasha was good to everyone, but he ate poorly. All the time with concerts. Either mom sings to him, then dad shows him tricks. And he gets along well:

- Don't want.

Mom says:

- Yasha, eat your porridge.

- Don't want.

Dad says:

- Yasha, drink juice!

- Don't want.

Mom and Dad are tired of trying to persuade him every time. And then my mother read in one scientific pedagogical book that children do not need to be persuaded to eat. You need to put a plate of porridge in front of them and wait until they get hungry and eat everything.

They set and placed plates in front of Yasha, but he didn’t eat or eat anything. He doesn’t eat cutlets, soup, or porridge. He became thin and dead, like a straw.

-Yasha, eat porridge!

- Don't want.

- Yasha, eat your soup!

- Don't want.

Previously, his pants were difficult to fasten, but now he was hanging out completely freely in them. It was possible to put another Yasha in these pants.

And then one day a strong wind blew. And Yasha was playing in the area. He was very light, and the wind blew him around the area. I rolled to the wire mesh fence. And Yasha got stuck there.

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

Mom calls:

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

But he doesn't come. You can't even hear him. He not only became dead, but his voice also became dead. You can't hear anything about him squeaking there.

And he squeaks:

- Mom, take me away from the fence!

Mom began to worry - where did Yasha go? Where to look for it? Yasha is neither seen nor heard.

Dad said this:

“I think our Yasha was blown away somewhere by the wind.” Come on, mom, we’ll take the pot of soup out onto the porch. The wind will blow and bring the smell of soup to Yasha. He will crawl to this delicious smell.

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

Yasha smelled the delicious soup and immediately crawled towards the smell. Because I was cold and lost a lot of strength.

He crawled, crawled, crawled for half an hour. But I achieved my goal. He came to his mother’s kitchen and immediately ate a whole pot of soup! How can he eat three cutlets at once? How can he drink three glasses of compote?

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

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

Yasha reassured her:

- No, mom, I won’t eat that much every day. This is me correcting past mistakes. I will, like all children, eat well. I'll be a completely different boy.

He wanted to say “I will,” but he came up with “bubu.” Do you know why? Because his mouth was stuffed with an apple. He couldn't stop.

Since then, Yasha has been eating well.

Secrets

Do you know how to make secrets?

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

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

You can put a stone, a fragment of a plate, a bead, a bird feather, a ball (can be glass, can be metal).

You can use an acorn or an acorn cap.

You can use a multi-colored shred.

You can have a flower, a leaf, or even just grass.

Maybe real candy.

You can have elderberry, dried beetle.

You can even use an eraser if it’s pretty.

Yes, you can also add a button if it’s shiny.

Here you go. Did you put it in?

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

The next day my “secret” was gone. Someone dug it up. Some kind of hooligan.

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

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

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

“Pavlik Ivanov, you are a fool and a hooligan.”

An hour later the note was gone. Pavlik did not look me in the eye.

Well, did you read it? - I asked Pavlik.

“I haven’t read anything,” Pavlik said. - You yourself are a fool.

Composition

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

I took a pen and began to write:

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

I didn't know what to write anymore. I looked at Lyuska. She scribbled in her notebook.

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

“I also wash stockings and socks.”

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

Then I added:

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

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

And the lesson did not end. And I had to continue.

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

And the lesson did not end and did not end. And I wrote:

“I also like to wash curtains and tablecloths.”

And then the bell finally rang!

They gave me a high five. The teacher read my essay out loud. She said that she liked my essay the most. And that she will read it at the parent meeting.

I really asked my mother not to go to Parent meeting. I said that my throat hurts. But mom told dad to give me hot milk with honey and went to school.

The next morning at breakfast the following conversation took place.

Mom: Do you know, Syoma, it turns out that our daughter writes essays wonderfully!

Dad: It doesn't surprise me. She was always good at composing.

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

Dad: What?!

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

“I was shy,” I said. - I thought you wouldn’t let me.

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

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

I washed the curtains piece by piece. While I was soaping one piece, the other was completely blurry. I'm just exhausted with these pieces! Then I rinsed the bathroom curtains bit by bit. When I finished squeezing one piece, water from neighboring pieces was poured into it again.

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

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

I became completely wet - just squeeze it out.

The curtain had to be dragged into the bathroom again. But the kitchen floor sparkled like new.

Water poured out of the curtains all day.

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

Oddly enough, my mother was pleased.

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

What is my head thinking?

If you think that I study well, you are mistaken. I study no matter. For some reason, everyone thinks that I am capable, but lazy. I don't know if I'm capable or not. But only I know for sure that I am not lazy. I spend three hours working on problems.

For example, now I’m sitting and trying with all my might to solve a problem. But she doesn’t dare. I tell my mom:

Mom, I can’t do the problem.

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

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

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

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

Head, what are you thinking about?! Aren `t you ashamed!!! “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B...” Lyuska probably left too. She's already walking. If she had approached me first, I would, of course, forgive her. But will she really fit, such a pest?!

“...From point A to point B...” No, she won’t do. On the contrary, when I go out into the yard, she will take Lena’s arm and whisper to her. Then she will say: “Len, come to me, I have something.” They will leave, and then sit on the windowsill and laugh and nibble on seeds.

“...Two pedestrians left point A to point B...” And what will I do?.. And then I’ll call Kolya, Petka and Pavlik to play lapta. What will she do? Yeah, she'll play the Three Fat Men record. Yes, so loud that Kolya, Petka and Pavlik will hear and run to ask her to let them listen. They've listened to it a hundred times, but it's not enough for them! And then Lyuska will close the window, and they will all listen to the record there.

“...From point A to point... to point...” And then I’ll take it and fire something right at her window. Glass - ding! - and will fly apart. Let him know.

So. I'm already tired of thinking. Think, don't think - the task will not work. Just an awfully difficult task! I'll take a walk a little and start thinking again.

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

Earring! Vitka! - Lyuska immediately screamed. - Let's go play lapta!

The Karmanov brothers looked out the window.

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

Lena! - Lyuska screamed. - Linen! Come out!

Instead of Lena, her grandmother looked out and shook her finger at Lyuska.

Pavlik! - Lyuska screamed.

No one appeared at the window.

Whoops! - Lyuska pressed herself.

Girl, why are you yelling?! - Someone's head poked out of the window. - A sick person is not allowed to rest! There is no peace for you! - And his head stuck back into the window.

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

Lucy, let's play hopscotch.

Come on, I said.

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

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

Well, how's the problem?

Does not work.

But you’ve been sitting over it for two hours already! This is just terrible! They give the children some puzzles!.. Well, show me your problem! Maybe I can do it? After all, I graduated from college. So. “Two pedestrians went from point A to point B...” Wait, wait, this problem is somehow familiar to me! Listen, you and your dad decided it last time! I remember perfectly!

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

At this point my mother became terribly angry.

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

About my friend and a little about me

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

My friend Lyuska had straight yellow hair. And she had eyes!.. You probably won’t believe what kind of eyes she had. One eye is green, like grass. And the other one is completely yellow, with brown spots!

And my eyes were kind of gray. Well, just gray, that's all. Completely uninteresting eyes! And my hair was stupid - curly and short. And huge freckles on my nose. And in general, everything with Lyuska was better than with me. Only I was taller.

I was terribly proud of it. I really liked it when people called us “Big Lyuska” and “Little Lyuska” in the yard.

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

And then she grew another half head.

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

After school, I no longer went out into the yard. There was nothing for me to do there.

I wandered around the house and found no place for myself. To make things less boring, I secretly watched from behind the curtain as Lyuska played rounders with Pavlik, Petka and the Karmanov brothers.

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

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

In the camp, I remembered Lyuska all the time and missed her.

And I wrote her a letter.

“Hello, Lucy!

How are you? I'm doing well. We have a lot of fun at camp. The Vorya river flows next to us. The water there is blue-blue! And there are shells on the shore. I found a very beautiful shell for you. It is round and with stripes. You'll probably find it useful. Lucy, if you want, let's be friends again. Let them now call you big and me small. I still agree. Please write me the answer.

Pioneer greetings!

Lyusya Sinitsyna"

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

The letter said this:

“Hello, Lucy!

Thank you, I'm doing well. Yesterday my mother bought me wonderful slippers with white piping. I also have a new big ball, you'll really get pumped! Come quickly, otherwise Pavlik and Petka are such fools, it’s no fun to be with them! Be careful not to lose the shell.

With pioneer salute!

Lyusya Kositsyna"

That day I carried Lyuska’s blue envelope with me until the evening. I told everyone what a wonderful friend I have in Moscow, Lyuska.

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

The ability to retell a text not only demonstrates the level of speech development, but also shows how much the child can understand and analyze the text he heard or read. But for children, retelling the text often causes difficulties. How can you help your child overcome them?

There are two main reasons why a child may have difficulty retelling text: problems with speech development or problems with understanding, analyzing and formulating what he heard. In the first case, the emphasis should be placed specifically on the development of speech and this should be done not with the help of retelling, but with the help of simpler games for the development of speech. But in the second case, it is the child’s ability to retell the text that needs to be trained.

We bring to your attention short stories with which you can easily teach your child to retell texts.

GOOD DUCK

V. Suteev

The duck and ducklings and the hen and chicks went for a walk. They walked and walked and came to the river. A duck and ducklings can swim, but a hen and chicks cannot. What to do? We thought and thought and came up with an idea! They swam across the river in exactly half a minute: a chicken on a duckling, a chicken on a duckling, and a chicken on a duck!

1. Answer the questions:

Who went for a walk?

Where did the duck and ducklings and the hen and chickens go for a walk?

What can a duck do with its ducklings?

What can't a hen do with her chicks?

What did the birds come up with?

Why did they say good about the duck?

The birds swam across the river in half a minute, what does this mean?

2. Retell.

SLIDE

N. Nosov

The guys built a snow slide in the yard. They poured water on her and went home. Kotka didn't work. He was sitting at home, looking out the window. When the guys left, Kotka put on his skates and went up the hill. He skates across the snow, but can’t get up. What to do? Kotka took a box of sand and sprinkled it on the hill. The guys came running. How to ride now? The guys were offended by Kotka and forced him to cover his sand with snow. Kotka untied his skates and began to cover the slide with snow, and the guys poured water on it again. Kotka also made steps.

1. Answer the questions:

What did the guys do?

Where was Kotka at that time?

What happened when the guys left?

Why couldn't Kotka climb the hill?

What did he do then?

What happened when the guys came running?

How did you fix the slide?

2. Retell.

AUTUMN.

In autumn the sky is cloudy and overcast with heavy clouds. The sun barely peeks out from behind the clouds. Cold, piercing winds are blowing. The trees and bushes are bare. Their green outfit flew around them. The grass turned yellow and withered. There are puddles and dirt all around.

1. Answer the questions:

What time of year is it now?

What is described in the story?

What is the sky like in autumn?

What is it tightening with?

What is said about the sun?

What happened to the grass in the fall?

And what else distinguishes autumn?

2. Retell.

HEN.

E. Charushin.

A hen and her chicks were walking around the yard. Suddenly it started to rain. The chicken quickly sat down on the ground, spread out all its feathers and clucked: Kwok-kwok-kwok-kwok! This means: hide quickly. And all the chickens crawled under her wings and buried themselves in her warm feathers. Some are completely hidden, some have only their legs visible, some have their heads sticking out, and some only have their eyes peeking out.

But the two chickens did not listen to their mother and did not hide. They stand there, squeal and wonder: what is this thing dripping on their heads?

1. Answer the questions:

Where did the hen and her chicks go?

What's happened?

What did the chicken do?

How did the chickens hide under the chicken's wings?

Who didn't hide?

What did they do?

2. Retell.

MARTIN.

The mother swallow taught the chick to fly. The chick was very small. He flapped his weak wings ineptly and helplessly.

Unable to stay in the air, the chick fell to the ground and was seriously hurt. He lay motionless and squeaked pitifully.

The mother swallow was very worried. She circled over the chick, screamed loudly and did not know how to help him.

The girl picked up the chick and put it in a wooden box. And she put the box with the chick on a tree.

The swallow took care of her chick. She brought him food every day and fed him.

The chick began to recover quickly and was already chirping cheerfully and cheerfully flapping its strengthened wings.

The old red cat wanted to eat the chick. He quietly crept up, climbed the tree and was already at the very box.

But at this time the swallow flew off the branch and began to fly boldly in front of the cat’s very nose.

The cat rushed after her, but the swallow quickly dodged, and the cat missed and slammed to the ground with all its might. Soon the chick completely recovered and the swallow, with joyful chirping, took him to his native nest under the neighboring roof.

1. Answer the questions:

What misfortune happened to the chick?

When did the accident happen?

Why did it happen?

Who saved the chick?

What is the red cat up to?

How did the mother swallow protect her chick?

How did she take care of her chick?

How did this story end?

2. Retell.

BUTTERFLIES.

The weather was hot. Three butterflies were flying in a forest clearing. One was yellow, the other was brown with red spots, and the third butterfly was blue. Butterflies landed on a large beautiful daisy. Then two more colorful butterflies flew in and sat on the same daisy

It was cramped for the butterflies, but it was fun.

1. Answer the questions:

Who is the story about?

What is said first?

What were the butterflies like?

Where did the butterflies go?

What kind of chamomile was it?

How many more butterflies have arrived?

What were they like?

What does it say at the end?

2. Retell.

GRANDCHILDREN HELPED.

Grandma Nyura's goat Nochka has disappeared. Grandma was very upset.

The grandchildren took pity on their grandmother and decided to help her.

The guys went into the forest to look for a goat. She heard the guys' voices and went towards them.

Grandma was very happy when she saw her goat.

1. Answer the questions:

Who is the story about?

Why was Grandma Nyura upset?

What was the goat's name?

What did the grandchildren decide to do? Why?

How was the goat found?

How did this story end?

2. Retell.

SHAME ON THE NIGHTINGALE.

V. Sukhomlinsky.

Olya and Lida, little girls, went into the forest. After a tiring journey, they sat down on the grass to rest and have lunch.

They took bread, butter, and eggs out of the bag. When the girls had already finished lunch, a nightingale began to sing not far from them. Enchanted by the beautiful song, Olya and Lida sat, afraid to move.

The nightingale stopped singing.

Olya collected the remains of her food and scraps of paper and threw them under a bush.

Lida wrapped the eggshells and bread crumbs in newspaper and put the bag in her bag.

Why do you take trash with you? Olya said. -Throw it under the bush. After all, we are in the forest. Nobody will see.

“I’m ashamed in front of the nightingale,” Lida answered quietly.

1. Answer the questions:

Who went to the forest?

Why did Olya and Lida go into the forest?

What did the girls hear in the forest?

What did Olya do with the garbage? And Lida?

Why is the story called Ashamed Before the Nightingale?

Whose action do you like better? Why?

2. Retell.

FRIENDSHIP.

In the summer, a squirrel and a bunny were friends. The squirrel was red, and the bunny was gray. Every day they played together.

But then winter came. White snow fell. A red squirrel climbed into a hollow. And the bunny climbed under a spruce branch.

One day a squirrel crawled out of a hollow. She saw the bunny, but did not recognize him. The bunny was no longer gray, but white. The bunny also saw a squirrel. He didn't recognize her either. After all, he knew the red squirrel. And this squirrel was gray.

But in the summer they get to know each other again.

1. Answer the questions:

When did the squirrel and the bunny become friends?

What were they like in the summer?

Why didn't the squirrel and the bunny recognize each other in winter?

Where do the squirrel and the hare hide from the frost in winter?

Why do they recognize each other again in the summer?

2. Retell.

FABLE TWO COMRADES.

L.N. Tolstoy.

Two comrades were walking through the forest, and a bear jumped on them. One ran, climbed a tree and hid, while the other stayed on the road. He had nothing to do, he fell to the ground and pretended to be dead.

The bear came up to him and began to sniff: he stopped breathing.

The bear sniffed his face, thought he was dead, and walked away.

When the bear left, he climbed down from the tree and laughed.

Well, he says, did the bear speak into your ear?

And he told me that bad people those who run away from their comrades in danger.

1. Answer the questions:

Why is the fable called Two Comrades?

Where were the boys?

What happened to them?

What did the boys do?

How do you understand the expression fell to the ground?

How did the bear react?

Why did the bear think the boy was dead?

What does this fable teach?

What would you do in this situation?

Were the boys real comrades? Why?

2. Retell.

MURKA.

We have a cat. Her name is Murka. Murka is black, only the paws and tail are white. The fur is soft and fluffy. The tail is long and fluffy, Murka’s eyes are yellow, like lights.

Murka has five kittens. Three kittens are completely black, and two are mottled. All kittens are fluffy, like lumps. Murka and the kittens live in a basket. Their basket is very large. All kittens are comfortable and warm.

At night, Murka hunts mice, and the kittens sleep sweetly.

1. Answer the questions:

Why is the story called Murka?

What have you learned about Murka?

Tell us about the kittens.

What does the ending say?

2. Retell.

HOW THE BEAR SCARED HIMSELF.

N. Sladkov.

A bear entered the forest. A dry twig crunched under his heavy paw. The squirrel on the branch got scared and dropped the pine cone from its paws. A cone fell and hit the hare on the forehead. The hare jumped up and ran into the thick of the forest. He ran into forty and jumped out from under the bushes. They raised a cry throughout the forest. The moose heard it. The moose went through the forest to break the bushes.

Here the bear stopped and pricked up his ears: a squirrel was babbling, magpies were chirping, moose were breaking down bushes. Isn’t it better to leave? - thought the bear. He barked and gave chase.

So the bear scared itself.

1. Answer the questions:

Where did the bear go?

What crunched under his paw?

What did the squirrel do?

Who did the bump fall on?

What did the hare do?

Who did the magpie see? What did she do?

What did the moose decide? What did they do?

How did the bear behave?

What does the expression gave a streak, barked?

How does the story end?

Who scared the bear?

2. Retell.

FIRE DOGS.

L.N. Tolstoy.

It often happens that in cities during fires, children remain in houses and cannot be pulled out, because they hide and are silent from fear, and from the smoke they cannot be seen. Dogs in London are trained for this purpose. These dogs live with firefighters, and when a house catches fire, the firefighters send the dogs to pull the children out. One such dog saved twelve children, his name was Bob.

One time the house caught fire. When firefighters arrived at the house, a woman ran out to them. She cried and said that there was a two-year-old girl left in the house. The firefighters sent Bob. Bob ran up the stairs and disappeared into the smoke. Five minutes later he ran out of the house, carrying the girl by the shirt in his mouth. The mother rushed to her daughter and cried with joy that her daughter was alive.

The firefighters petted the dog and examined it to see if it was burned; but Bob was eager to get into the house. The firefighters thought there was still something alive in the house and let him in. The dog ran into the house and soon ran out with something in its teeth. When the people looked at what she brought out, they all burst out laughing: she was carrying a large doll.

1. Answer the questions:

What happened one time?

Where did this happen, in what city?

Who did the firefighters bring to the house?

What do dogs do in a fire? What are their names?

Who ran out to the firefighters when they arrived?

What did the woman do, what did she talk about?

How did Bob carry the girl?

What did the girl's mother do?

What did the firefighters do after the dog carried the girl out?

Where was Bob going?

What did the firefighters think?

When the people considered what she had endured, what did they do?

2. Retell.

BONE.

L.N. Tolstoy

The mother bought plums and wanted to give them to the children after lunch. They were on the plate. Vanya never ate plums and kept smelling them. And he really liked them. I really wanted to eat it. He kept walking past the plums. When there was no one in the upper room, he could not resist, grabbed one plum and ate it.

Before dinner, the mother counted the plums and saw that one was missing. She told her father.

At dinner my father says:

Well, children, did anyone eat one plum?

Everyone said:

Vanya blushed like a lobster and said too:

No, I didn't eat.

Then the father said:

What any of you has eaten is not good; but that’s not the problem. The trouble is that plums have seeds, and if someone doesn’t know how to eat them and swallows a seed, he will die within a day. I'm afraid of this.

Vanya turned pale and said:

No, I threw the bone out the window.

And everyone laughed, and Vanya began to cry.

1. Answer the questions:

What was the main character's name?

What did the mother buy for the children?

Why did Vanya eat the plum?

When did your mother discover it was missing?

What did the father ask the children?

Why did he say it was possible to die?

Why did Vanya immediately admit that he ate the plum?

Why did the boy cry?

Did Vanya do the right thing?

Do you feel sorry for the boy or not?

What would you do in his place?