Head:Radchenkova Tamara Ivanovna, primary school teacher at the Municipal Educational Institution of Kuibyshev School of Public Education in the Petropavlovsk District of the Voronezh Region
Description: Presented fairy tale written by a student of grade 4. This work can be used both by primary school teachers in the study of literary tales, in the organization of students' creative activities, and kindergarten teachers when conducting classes with children. The tale will be interesting for parents of babies who instill in their children a love of reading, folklore, and a literary fairy tale.
Goal:
Raising interest in a literary fairy tale.
Tasks:
- Form a special perception of the world, relations between people.
- To develop children's spoken language, imagination, and creative abilities.
- To instill a love of the book, a desire to read and independently compose fairy tales.
- To instill a sense of tolerance, a kind and cordial attitude towards people, a sense of compassion, the desire to always come to the rescue, to be a true friend, a sensitive companion.
I will tell you a fairy tale, or maybe just a fairy tale story that happened to one very moody boy ...
It was not a fairy-tale kingdom, not an overseas state, but an ordinary small town, which you will not even find on the map.
Once upon a time there was a family: a mother and her little son. Mom loved her son very much, read good tales to him at night, often played with him, walked around the city.
But the boy grew spoiled, moody. He constantly cried, screamed, puffed out his cheeks and lips when he did not like something.
The boy loved all his whims to be fulfilled. Mom had a very difficult time with him. She worked hard to raise her son. All the neighbors said about the boy’s mother that she was a very good, hardworking, polite woman, and they also said that she was friends with the Good word. A kind word never left a woman alone.
It was always there, giving advice, support. And when my mother tried to calm her squeamish son, a kind word encouraged her mother, helped her. And the little son didn’t really like when someone bothers him.
He was jealous of his mother for the Good Word, did not want her to come into his room. The boy was expecting that his mother would only listen to him, always admire him and fulfill all his desires.
One day, in the late evening, when ordinary children had already had magical dreams, our boy was again upset. This time he really wanted that in his room, on the crown of the Christmas tree, a real star would burn, which now looked through the window of his room with a condemning look.
The boy cried, threw toys around the room, shouted, and then sat on the floor and for a long time moved his feet on the carpet. Mom patiently looked at the next whim of her son and said: “This is probably very beautiful when a real Christmas star burns on the Christmas tree. But not to everyone, she can come down, son. Stars from the sky fall to happiness. And our happiness is in doing good to others. ” A kind word stood next to my mother and nodded her head in agreement. And the baby continued to scream, not hearing the words of his mother.
Mom wished her son good night, kissed his tear-stained eyes and left for her room. As soon as mom and Kind Word left the room, the boy stopped crying. Why cry if no one hears you? He set the chair to the window and looked up at the sky, at the bright star. She seemed to wink at him. The boy waved her pen and went to sleep. In the morning he woke up, but no one came to kiss him and say hello to him. He lay down a bit and got out of bed. I wanted to eat and the boy went into the kitchen. But there was no mom in the kitchen.
There was nothing on the stove. The boy could not understand why mother had not prepared her favorite breakfast for him. But there was a very frightening silence around - my mother was nowhere to be found.
Then he himself decided to go up to his mother’s room. When the son opened the door to the room, he saw his mother lying in bed. She had a fever. She moaned. A good word sat next to her and encouraged her mother, told her that she had to hold on, that she was strong and would surely defeat the disease, because her son really needed it.
And how we need kind words!
More than once we have seen this for ourselves,
Or maybe not words - are matters important?
Actions are deeds, and words are words.
They live with each of us,
At the bottom of the soul to the time stored
To pronounce them at that very hour,
When others need them.
And the boy stood and did not know what to do. He really did not like the kind word that constantly accompanied his mother. The boy wanted only his mom. He came closer and leaned over his mother.
“Drink,” mom whispered softly.
“Please bring some water and potion to your mom, she’s in the refrigerator,” said the Kind word.
“Bring it yourself,” the boy answered rudely.
“Unfortunately, I can only talk, give advice, support, but I can’t bring anything,” the Good word answered with sadness.
The boy capriciously pouted his lips and stood silently near the bed of a sick mother. She again moaned softly, she had a high fever. Then the boy reluctantly wandered down, poured a glass of water and took medicine in the refrigerator. He went up to mom's room and helped her to drink potion.
“Thank you, son,” my mother whispered inaudibly. The boy was first told "thank you." He had never heard such words. His heart pounded, and his eyes lit up. He took mom's hand and kissed her.
“The good deed that you have done will certainly help your mother,” said the Good word.
No matter how life flies
Do not spare your days
Do a good deed
For the happiness of people.
To keep my heart burning
And not smoldering in the darkness
Do a good deed-
So we live on earth.
Now, every new day, the boy began with a good deed: he was warming the kettle, he was bringing mom hot tea. For several days, the baby and Good word treated a sick woman. And a magic star every night illuminated my mother’s room in very bright blue.
Soon, mom recovered. The son continued to help her, washed the dishes, he folded his toys in places and was not capricious. Good deed now did not leave him. They became so friends that the boy could no longer live a day so as not to do Good deed.
And on Christmas night, when my mother went into her son’s room, together they saw an unusual sight — on the crown of the Christmas tree, an asterisk burned in bright blue. She seemed to smile at mom and son.
- You see, son, the little star itself found you. And the night is unusual, fabulous. This star will always fulfill all your desires, if you yourself will try to fulfill the wishes of others, help people, be friends with Good Deed.
-Mom, I liked it so much to give you joy, to help you, that now I will always listen to the advice of the Good word, to be friends with the Good deed and try to live so that the star always comes down to me on the Christmas tree on Christmas night.
Since then, the baby and the Good Deed have become inseparable friends. Already everyone in the town began to call the boy Good deed. And so Mom, Kind Word and Good Deed live in this small town.
Tales that teach good ...
These good bedtime stories with a happy and instructive ending will delight your child before going to bed, calm them down, teach them goodness and friendship.
Good tales for children from the series: Like this! It is recommended that children from 1 to 101 years old read fairy tales with a deep meaning, modern, interesting and understandable to children.
If you want to raise a kind and responsive child, to help him do the right thing in difficult life situations, be sure to read instructive bedtime stories to your child.
A series of good instructive tales about a boy - Fedya Yegorov.
1. Meeting Fedor Egorov with Puss in Boots or a new transformation of Fedi into a mouse
The brothers Fedya and Vasya Egorov have long wanted to have real slingshots. Sometimes Fedya made slings of aluminum wire for himself and his brother. From these slingshots, the boys fired at the targets with paper bullets, but they wanted to have large slingshots made of real wooden slingshots.
The hobby of the slingshot from the brothers either appeared or disappeared. But this time it was definitely the last one, because the events associated with the shooting from the slingshot were unusual, they were not just events, but real adventures. And this time the slingshot of the guys was not made of wire, but was a real one from a poplar branch with a leather sight on a wide medical band elastic. One could shoot real stones from this slingshot. This slingshot was made by dad to his sons.
Having taken the word from their sons that they would only shoot from a slingshot at an inanimate target marked on the wall of the barn, dad with his sons went to the nearby forest. They took with them everything they needed to make slingshots: a knife, two leather tongues from Vasya’s old boots and a medical rubber band. By dinner, all three returned with a bouquet of flowers for their mother, with a glass of fragrant strawberries for tea and with two, fresh slingshots.
Fedya and Vasya were in a cheerful excitement. They vied with each other to praise their slingshots, tell their mother how far they had managed to shoot them in the forest, and even speculate who would hit the target on the wall of the shed how many times. ...
2. The tale of how Fedya saved the forest from the evil sorcerer
A boy, Fedya Yegorov, arrived in the summer to rest in the village with his grandparents. This village stood at the very forest. Fedya decided to go into the forest for berries and mushrooms, but his grandfather and grandmother did not let him in. They said that the real Baba Yaga lives in their forest, and for over two hundred years now no one has been walking in this forest.
Fedya did not believe that Baba Yaga lives in the forest, but grandparents obeyed and did not go into the forest, but went to the river to fish. The cat Vaska got in touch with Fedya. The fish pecked well. Three ruffs were already swimming in Fedya’s bank when the cat knocked her over and ate the fish. Fedya saw this, was upset, and decided to postpone fishing for tomorrow. Fedya returned home. Grandparents were not at home. Fedya removed the fishing rod, put on a shirt with long sleeves and, taking a basket, went to the neighboring guys to call them into the forest.
Fedya believed that grandparents wrote about Baba Yaga, that they simply do not want him to go to the forest, because in the forest it is always very easy to get lost. But Fedya was not afraid to get lost in the forest, since he wanted to go to the forest with friends who had been living here for a long time, which means they know the forest well.
To Fedya's great surprise, all the guys refused to go with him and began to dissuade him. ...
3. Obeschaykin
Once upon a time there was a boy Fedya Egorov. Fedya did not always keep his promises. Sometimes, having promised his parents to remove toys, he became addicted, forgot, and left them scattered.
Once Fedya's parents left alone at home and asked him not to lean out of the window. Fedya promised them that he would not protrude from the window, but would draw. He took out everything necessary for drawing, settled down in a large room at the table and began to draw.
But only dad and mom left home, Fedya immediately pulled to the window. Fedya thought: “So what, that I promised not to look out, I’ll look out quickly, see what the guys are doing in the yard, and dad and mom will not know that I looked out.”
Fedya put a chair to the window, climbed onto the windowsill, lowered the handle on the frame and didn’t even have time to pull the window sash when it opened. By some miracle, just like in a fairy tale, a carpet-plane appeared in front of the window, and Grandfather unfamiliar to him was sitting on it. Grandfather, smiling, said:
- Hello, Fedya! Do you want me to ride you on my carpet? ...
4. The Tale of Food
The boy Fedya Egorov sat down at the table:
- I do not want to eat soup and I will not porridge. I do not like bread!
Offended by soup, porridge and bread, disappeared from the table and ended up in the forest. Meanwhile, an angry hungry wolf prowled through the forest and said:
- I love soup, porridge and bread! Oh, how I would eat them!
I heard this food and flew the wolf straight into the mouth. A wolf has eaten, sits satisfied, licks its lips. And Fedya, without having eaten, left the table. For dinner, my mother served potato pancakes with jelly, and Fedya sat down again:
- Mom, I don’t want pancakes, I want pancakes with sour cream!
5. The Tale of Pishukha-hassle or the magic book of Yegor Kuzmich
Two brothers lived - Fedya and Vasya Yegorov. Constantly they started fights, swarms, shared something, quarreled, argued over trifles, and at the same time, the youngest of the brothers - Vasya, always squeaked. Sometimes the eldest of the brothers squealed - Fedya. The squeak of children was very annoying and upsetting parents, and especially mom. And people often get sick from chagrin.
So the mother of these boys got sick, so much so that even for breakfast, lunch and dinner, she stopped getting up.
The doctor who came to treat her mother prescribed her medicines and said that her mother needed peace and quiet. Dad, leaving for work, asked the children not to make noise. He gave them a book and said:
- The book is interesting, read it. I think you will like it.
6. The Tale of Fedina Toys
Once upon a time there was a boy Fedya Egorov. Like all the guys, he had a lot of toys. Fedya loved his toys, played them with pleasure, but one trouble - he did not like to clean them up after himself. He will play and leave where he played. The toys were lying in a mess on the floor and interfered, everyone hesitated for them, even Fedya himself threw them away.
And once it bothered toys.
“We need to run away from Fedi before we are completely broken.” We need to go to the good guys who cherish their toys and clean them, ”said the plastic soldier.
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7. Instructive Tale for Boys and Girls: Devil's Tail
There once was a devil. That Devil had a magic tail. With the help of his tail, the Devil could find himself anywhere, but, most importantly, the Devil's tail could do whatever he wanted, for this he only had to conceive a desire and wave his tail. The devil was very evil and very harmful.
He used the magic power of his tail for harmful deeds. He caused accidents on the roads, drowned people in rivers, cracked ice under the fishermen, set fires and did many other atrocities. Once Devil got tired of living alone in his underground kingdom.
He built himself a kingdom on earth, surrounded it with dense forest and swamps so that no one could approach him, and began to think who else to inhabit his kingdom with. He thought and thought, and came up with the idea of \u200b\u200bpopulating his kingdom with helpers who would commit harmful atrocities on his orders.
As assistants to himself, Devil decided to take naughty children. ...
Also in the topic:
Poem: “Fedya is a glorious little boy”
Jolly boy Fedya
Riding a bike,
Fedya rides along the track
Left a little backward.
At this time to the track
Murka jumped out - a cat.
Fedya instantly slowed down,
I missed the Murka cat.
Fedya goes on smartly,
A friend shouts to him: - Wait a minute!
Let me ride a little bit.
Well this friend, no one
Fedya gave: - Take it, my friend,
Drive one circle.
He sat down on a bench,
He sees: a crane, and next to a watering can,
And flowers are waiting on the flowerbed -
Who would give a sip of water.
Fedya, jumping off the bench,
All flowers poured from a watering can
And the geese poured water
So they can get drunk.
- Our Fedya is so good,
- suddenly noticed a cat Prosha,
- Yes, he’s good for us as a friend,
Said the goose after drinking some water.
- Woof woof woof! - said Polkan,
- Fedya is a nice little boy!
“Fedya is a bully boy”
Jolly boy Fedya
Riding a bike
Straight off the road
Fedya rides - a mischievous person.
Riding right on the lawn
I ran into peonies,
Broke three stems
And scared off three moths,
He squeezed more daisies,
Hooked a shirt over a bush,
Crashed into a bench on the go,
Kicked and knocked over a watering can,
Soaked sandals in a puddle
Dirt pedal.
“Ha-ha-ha,” said the gander,
Well, what an eccentric he is,
We must ride on the track!
“Yes,” said Proshka kitten,
- right there is not at all a road!
The cat said: - He harms a lot!
“Woof-woof-woof,” said Polkan,
- This boy is a bully!
You have looked at the site category Russian folk tales. Here you will find a complete list of Russian fairy tales from Russian folklore. The long-known and beloved characters of folk tales will welcome you here with joy, and once again tell you about their interesting and entertaining adventures.
Russian folk tales are divided into the following groups:
Tales of animals;
Fairy tales;
Household tales.
The heroes of Russian folk tales are often represented in the person of animals. So the wolf has always depicted greedy and evil, the cunning and savvy fox, the bear is strong and kind, and the hare is a weak and cowardly man. But the moral of these stories was that you should not hang a yoke even on the most evil hero, because you can always meet a cowardly hare who can outwit the fox and defeat the wolf.
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Russian folk tale also plays an educational role. Good and evil are clearly delineated and give a clear answer to a specific situation. For example, Kolobok, who ran away from home, considered himself independent and brave, but on his way he came across a sly fox. The child, even the smallest one, will conclude for himself that after all, in the place of the bun, he could have been.
Russian folk tale is suitable even for the smallest children. And as the child grows up, there will always be a suitable instructive Russian fairy tale that can give a hint or even an answer to a question that the child cannot yet solve himself.
Thanks to the beauty of Russian speech russian folk tales read pure pleasure. They also contain folk wisdom and easy humor, which are skillfully intertwined in the plot of each fairy tale. Reading fairy tales to children is very useful, as it replenishes the child’s vocabulary well and helps him to form his thoughts correctly and clearly in the future.
There is no doubt that Russian fairy tales will allow adults to plunge into the world of childhood and magical fantasies for many happy minutes. The fairy tale on the wings of a magical firebird will carry you away into the imaginary world and more than once will make you tear yourself away from everyday problems. All tales are presented for review absolutely free.
Russian folk tales read
The squirrel jumped from branch to branch and fell right on a sleepy wolf. The wolf jumped up and wanted to eat it. The squirrel began to ask:
Let me in.
Wolf said:
Well, I will let you in, only tell me why you squirrels are so cheerful. I’m always bored, but you look at you, you play there all up and jump.
The squirrel said:
Let me go first to the tree, and from there I’ll tell you, otherwise I’m afraid of you.
The wolf let go, and the squirrel went to a tree and from there said:
You are bored because you are angry. Your anger burns for you. And we are cheerful because we are good and do no harm to anyone.
Tale "The Hare and the Man"
Russian traditional
The poor man, walking along the open field, saw a hare under the bush, was delighted and said:
That's when I’ll live with a house! I’ll catch this hare and sell it for four altyn, I’ll buy a pig for that money, it will bring me twelve little pigs; piglets grow, bring twelve more; I’ll pin everyone, the barn of meat will accumulate; I’ll sell meat, and I’ll start a house for money and get married myself; the wife will give birth to two sons for me - Vaska da Vanka; the children will plow the arable land, and I will sit under the window and give orders. "Hey you guys, I’ll shout," Vaska yes Vanka! Don’t drive people to work very much: it’s obvious that they themselves didn’t live poorly! "
Yes, the man shouted so loudly that the hare was scared and ran away, and the house with all the wealth, his wife and children was gone ...
Tale "How a fox got rid of nettles in a garden"
Once the fox came out into the garden and sees that a lot of nettles on it have grown. I wanted to pull it out, but decided that I should not even venture. Already wanted to go to the house, but here the wolf goes:
Hello Kuma, what are you doing?
And the sly fox answers him:
Oh, see, godfather, how beautiful I have freaked out. Tomorrow I will clean and stock it.
What for? - asks the wolf.
Well then, ”says the fox,“ one who smells nettles does not take a dog's fang. ” Look godfather, do not come close to my nettle.
She turned and went into the house to sleep fox. He wakes up in the morning and looks out the window, and her garden is empty, not a single nettle is left. The fox smiled and went to cook breakfast.
Tale "Ryaba Chicken"
Russian traditional
Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman in the same village.
And they had a chicken. By the name of Ryaba.
One day, a Ryaba chicken laid an egg on them. Yes, not a simple testicle, golden.
Grandfather beat the testicle, did not break it.
The woman beat the testicle, did not break it.
The mouse ran, waved its tail, the egg fell, and it crashed!
Grandfather is crying, a woman is crying. And Ryaba’s chicken says to them:
Do not cry grandfather, do not cry woman! I’ll lay you a new testicle, not a simple one, but a golden one!
Tale of the most greedy person
Oriental tale
In one city of the country of Hausa lived a miser of Nahan. And he was so greedy that none of the inhabitants of the city had ever seen Nahan give at least water to a traveler. He would rather have a few slaps in the face than lose a little of his condition. And this condition was considerable. Na-khan probably didn’t know exactly how many goats and sheep he had.
Once, returning from the pasture, Na-khan saw that one of his goats put his head in a pot, but he could not pull it out. For a long time, Na-khan himself tried to remove the pot, but in vain Then he called the butchers and after a long trade sold them a goat on condition that they cut off her head and return the pot to him. Butchers slaughtered a goat, but when they removed its head, they broke a pot. Na-khan was furious.
I sold the goat at a loss, and you also broke the pot! he shouted. And even cried.
Since then, he did not leave pots on the ground, but placed them somewhere higher so that the goats or sheep would not put their heads in them and cause him no damage. And people began to call him a great miser and the most greedy person.
Fairy tale "Hairstyles"
Brothers Grimm
The beautiful girl was lazy and sloppy. When she had to spin, she was annoyed at each bundle in linen yarn and immediately cut it off to no avail and dumped it on the floor in a heap.
She had a maid - a hardworking girl: it happened that everything that an impatient beauty threw away would collect, unravel, clean and thinly piss. And she accumulated so much material that was enough for a pretty dress.
He grabbed a lazy girl-beauty, a young man, and everything was already prepared for the wedding.
At the bachelorette party, the diligent servant girl danced merrily in her dress, and the bride, looking at her, condemned mockingly:
"You see how dancing! How amused! And she dressed up in my oysters!"
The groom heard this and asked the bride what she wanted to say. She told the groom that this maid made herself a dress from that linen that she threw away from her yarn.
As the groom heard this, he realized that the beauty was lazy, and that the maid was working, she went to the maid and chose her as his wife.
Fairy tale "Turnip"
Russian traditional
Grandfather planted a turnip and says:
Grow, grow, turnip, sweet! Grow, grow, turnip, strong!
The turnip has grown sweet, strong, big-big.
The grandfather went to tear a turnip: pulls, pulls, cannot pull.
Grandfather called grandmother.
Grandma for grandfather,
Grandfather for the turnip -
Grandmother called her granddaughter.
Granddaughter for grandma,
Grandma for grandfather,
Grandfather for the turnip -
Pull-pull, cannot pull.
Granddaughter called Bug.
Bug for the granddaughter
Granddaughter for grandma,
Grandma for grandfather,
Grandfather for the turnip -
Pull-pull, cannot pull.
Bug called a cat.
Cat for the bug,
Bug for the granddaughter
Granddaughter for grandma,
Grandma for grandfather,
Grandfather for the turnip -
Pull-pull, cannot pull.
The cat called a mouse.
Mouse for the cat
Cat for the bug,
Bug for the granddaughter
Granddaughter for grandma,
Grandma for grandfather,
Grandfather for the turnip -
Pull-pull - and pulled the turnip. This is the end of the fairy tale, and whoever listened is well done! 
Fairy tale "The sun and the cloud"
Gianni Rodari
The sun was merrily and proudly rolling across the sky in its chariot of fire and generously scattering rays - in all directions!
And everyone had fun. Only the cloud was angry and grumbled in the sun. And no wonder - she had a thunderous mood.
- You are a spender! - the cloud frowned. - Leaky hands! Fling, fling your rays! Let's see what you will stay with!
And in the vineyards, every berry caught the sun's rays and rejoiced in them. And there wasn’t such a blade of grass, a spider or a flower, there wasn’t even a drop of water that wouldn’t try to get their own piece of the sun.
- Well, another spender! - the cloud did not abate. - Spender your wealth! You will see how they will thank you when you have nothing left to take!
The sun was still gaily rolling across the sky and in millions, billions were giving out its rays.
When, by sunset, it counted them, it turned out that everything was in place - look, all to one!
Learning about this, the cloud was so surprised that it immediately scattered hail. And the sun fluttered merrily at sea.
Fairy tale "Sweet porridge"
Brothers Grimm
Once upon a time there was a poor, modest girl alone with her mother, and they had nothing to eat. Once the girl went into the woods and met an old woman on the way, who already knew about her miserable life and gave her a clay pot. All he had to say was: "Pot, cook!" - and boil it tasty, sweet millet porridge; but tell him only: "Pot, stop it!" - and porridge will cease to cook in it. The girl brought the potty to her mother’s home, and now they got rid of poverty and hunger and began to eat sweet porridge when they wanted to.
Once a girl left home, and her mother said: "Pot, cook!" - and porridge began to boil in it, and the mother ate her fill. But she wanted the pot to stop cooking porridge, but she had forgotten the word. And he cooks and cooks, and the porridge creeps over the edge, and all the porridge is cooked. Now the kitchen is full, and the whole hut is full, and porridge is creeping into another hut, and the street is full, as if it wants to feed the whole world; and a great misfortune happened, and not a single person knew how to help him in grief. Finally, when only the house was left intact, a girl came; and only she said: "Pot, stop it!" - he stopped cooking porridge; and the one who had to go back to the city had to eat his way in porridge. 
Fairy tale "Grouse and fox"
Tolstoy L.N.
Grouse perched on a tree. The fox approached him and said:
- Hello, grouse, my friend, when I heard your little voice, she came to visit you.
“Thank you for your kind words,” said the black grouse.
The fox pretended not to hear, and said:
- What are you saying? I can not hear. You would, grouse, my friend, went down to the grass to walk, talk to me, otherwise I won’t hear from the tree.
Grouse said:
- I'm afraid to go to the grass. It is dangerous for us birds to walk on the ground.
“Or are you afraid of me?” - said the fox.
“Not you, I’m afraid of other animals,” said the black grouse. - There are all kinds of animals.
- No, grouse, my friend, now a decree has been announced so that there will be peace throughout the earth. Today, the animals do not touch each other.
“This is good,” said the black grouse, “and here the dogs are running, if you were to leave the old way, but now you have nothing to fear.”
The fox heard about the dogs, pricked up her ears and wanted to run.
- Where are you going? Said the black grouse. - After all, now the decree, the dogs are not touched.
- And who knows! - said the fox. “Maybe they haven’t heard the decree.”
And ran away.
Fairy tale "King and shirt"
Tolstoy L.N.
One king was sick and said:
“I will give half the kingdom to the one who heals me.”
Then all the wise men gathered and began to judge how to cure the king. No one knew. Only a wise man said that the king can be cured. He said:
- If you find a happy man, take off his shirt and put on the king - the king will recover.
The king also sent to seek a happy man in his kingdom; but the king’s ambassadors traveled all over the kingdom for a long time and could not find a happy man. There was not one that was happy with everything. Whoever is rich, be sick; who is healthy, but poor; who is healthy and rich, but his wife is not good; and for whom the children are not good - all complain about something.
One time, the tsar’s son walks past the hut late at night, and it is heard to him - someone says:
- Well, thank God, I’ve got enough, ate and will lie down to sleep; what else do i need?
The tsar’s son was delighted, ordered to take off his shirt from this man, and give him money for this as much as he wanted, and take the shirt to the tsar.
The messengers came to the happy man and wanted to take off his shirt; but the happy one was so poor that he was not wearing a shirt.
Fairytale Chocolate Road
Gianni Rodari
Three little boys lived in Barletta - three brothers. They walked once outside the city and suddenly saw a strange road — smooth, smooth and all brown.
- From what, interestingly, is this road made? - the elder brother was surprised.
“I don’t know what, but not from the boards,” said the middle brother.
They wondered, divined, and then knelt down and licked the road with their tongues.
And the road, it turns out, was all lined with chocolate bars. Well, the brothers, of course, were not at a loss - they began to feast on themselves. Piece by piece - they did not notice how the evening had come. And they all gobble up chocolate. So ate all the way! Not a bit of it was left. As if there was no road, no chocolate at all!
“Where are we now?” - the elder brother was surprised.
“I don't know where, but it's not Bari!” - answered the middle brother.
Confused brothers - do not know what to do. Fortunately, a peasant came back to meet them, returning from the field with his cart.
“Let's take you home,” he suggested. And he took the brothers to Barletta, right to the house itself.
The brothers began to get out of the cart and suddenly saw that it was all made of cookies. They rejoiced and, without thinking twice, began to gobble it up on both cheeks. Nothing was left of the trolley - neither the wheels, nor the shackle. All ate.
That's how lucky once the three little brothers from Barletta. Nobody has ever been so lucky, and who knows if they will ever be lucky.
Psychologists have long proved that a fairy tale is a special kind of communication and the transfer of love from parents to children. The book, which is read by mom, dad, grandparents, helps to form basic values, develops imagination, makes the child calm down and prepare for bed. Tales can be read not only classic, but also modern. The site of Good Night presents the best contemporary works that are popular with parents. Only here you will find short and instructive tales about Peppa Pig, Luntik, Paw Patrol, Ninja Turtles, Vince and other cartoon characters. This will captivate the attention of the baby and allow him to be even more with his favorite characters. A happy baby will be incredibly grateful to parents.
How to organize such a ritual as putting a child to bed?
Before going to bed, it is not recommended to eat. The last meal should be two hours before meals.
You can drink a glass of warm milk.
Do not forget to remind the kid about going to the toilet and brushing your teeth.
All needs are fulfilled, procedures are carried out, now it is possible to read a fairy tale for children with a clear conscience. The kid will not be distracted, nothing will bother him. To read a fairy tale before going to bed you need a calm voice. Psychologists advise not to choose fighting and adventure works, but calmer ones, who would set them to sleep and lull them to sleep. To attract attention, you can sit next to the child, show him pictures from the book. Or sit at your feet, so that the baby would more fantasize and represent the heroes on their own.
Remember, the child’s psyche is not able to concentrate for more than six minutes. Attention will be scattered if you drag out the reading for a long time. The optimal duration for reading a fairy tale for children is 5-10 minutes.
It is important to read fairy tales every day. This is not just a habit, but a kind of tradition. It is she who helps the baby to create supports and know that his world is stable. Moreover, in a poor mental state, it is better not to read a fairy tale. Ask to replace you or explain to the child that you feel bad. Otherwise, the baby may “become infected” with a bad mood without realizing it.
It is important to choose the right fairy tale for the child. After all, it carries morality. If the tale is evil, cruel, then the child may form a wrong vision of reality. For example, the Little Mermaid tale tells that true love is cruel and generally leads to death. Cinderella, on the other hand, teaches the prince to wait. Very susceptible children can get the wrong settings in their subconscious, which they will then have to treat with a psychiatrist. We suggest you find a fairy tale right now and read it for your beloved baby.
