Russian fairy tales, middle group, fiction. Game activities "educational fairy tales" for children of the middle group

Bianchi Vitaly Valentinovich “First Hunt”

The puppy is tired of chasing chickens around the yard.

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

He slipped into the gateway and ran across the meadow.

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

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

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

The spinner thinks: “I’ll scare him!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Bittern glanced at him and stepped into the reeds.

The wind runs across the lake, the reeds sway.

The reeds sway

back and forth,

back and forth.

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

back and forth,

back and forth.

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

back and forth,

back and forth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah! - thinks the Puppy. - Gotcha!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Green grasshoppers are hiding in the green grass.

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

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

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

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

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

Gorky Maxim "Sparrow"

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

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

- What, what? - the mother sparrow asked him.

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

- Too black, too much!

Dad flew in, brought bugs to Pudik and boasted:

- Am I still alive?

Mother Sparrow approved of him:

- Chiv, chiv!

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

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

- With what, with what? - Pudik asked.

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

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

One day the wind blew and Pudik asked:

- What, what?

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

Pudik didn’t like this, so he said:

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

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

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

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

- Why?

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

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

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

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

Eh, wingless man,

You have two legs

Even though you are very great,

The midges are eating you!

And I'm very small

But I eat midges myself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

- What, what?

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

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

- Myaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaandaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalittle sparrow, it’s like we-yyshka... mea-alas...

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

Dal Vladimir Ivanovich “Crow”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the eagle began to interrogate the crow:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mamin-Sibiryak Dmitry Narkisovich “Alyonushkin’s Tales”

Vanka's name day

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

Vanka walks around in a red shirt and says:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- And you are always ready to argue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Hey, music! - Vanka commanded.

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

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

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

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

- Matryona Ivanovna, does your tummy hurt?

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

- Come on, show your tongue.

- Leave me alone, please...

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

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

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

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

- I love you very much, Broomstick...

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

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

“He’s a bit of a man,” said Katya.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was terribly offended and told Katya directly:

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

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

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

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

- That's right, Matryona Ivanovna... The most handsome man here, of course, I am!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- If I weren't educated person and if I didn’t know how to behave decently in decent society, I would tell you, Pyotr Ivanovich, that you are even quite a fool...

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Where are you going? - Shoe grumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The duck always agreed with everyone.

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

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

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

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

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

- Hurray, Vanka!..

The Tale of How the Last Fly Lived

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Since the flies could not eat everything at once, Aunt Olya put some of the jam in glass jars(so as not to be eaten by mice, which are not supposed to have jam at all) and then served it to the flies every day when I drank tea.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, let them die - I’ll get more.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- As you know, I wish you well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Spring! spring!..” she repeated.

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

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

It's time to sleep

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

- Dad, are you here?

- Here, baby...

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

Alyonushka fell asleep and smiled in her sleep.

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

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

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

“Gentlemen, this matter needs to be seriously discussed,” the yellow Dandelion cheerfully intervened. - I, by at least I didn't expect this at all...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We also love the cold,” Roses added.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- But I don’t have wings, Ladybug!

- Sit on me...

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

- But look...

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

-Are you okay, Alyonushka? - asked Ladybug.

- Well, now hold on tight...

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

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

Alyonushka looked down and even clasped her little hands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

They flew again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

- What is winter? - Lily was surprised.

— Winter is when it snows...

- What is snow?

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

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

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

- Who is used to it, Alyonushka.

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

“These are orchids,” explained Ladybug.

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

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

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

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

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

- Christmas tree, Christmas tree! - she shouted.

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

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

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

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

- How did you get here, little girl?

— I traveled on ladybug...Oh, how much I’ve seen, grandfather!..

- Yes, yes...

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

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

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

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

- But you'll see...

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

- Christmas tree! Christmas tree!..

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

- This is our Christmas tree! - they shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

Alyonushka recognized him.

- Hello, little sparrow!..

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

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

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

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

- I really want to, grandpa!

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

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

Japanese fairy tale adapted by N. Feldman “Liar”

In the city of Osaka there lived a liar.

He always lied, and everyone knew it. That's why no one believed him.

One day he went for a walk in the mountains.

When he returned, he said to his neighbor:

- What a snake I just saw! Huge, as thick as a barrel, and as long as this street.

The neighbor just shrugged her shoulders:

“You know yourself that there are no snakes as long as this street.”

- No, the snake was actually very long. Well, not from the street, but from the alley.

- Where have you seen snakes the length of an alley?

- Well, not from the alley, but from this pine tree.

- From this pine tree? Can't be!

- Well, wait, this time I’ll tell you the truth. The snake was like a bridge across our river.

- And this cannot be.

“Okay, now I’ll tell you the real truth.” The snake was as long as a barrel

- Oh, that's how it is! Was the snake as thick as a barrel and as long as a barrel? So, that’s right, it wasn’t a snake, but a barrel.

Japanese fairy tale adapted by N. Feldman “The Willow Sprout”

The owner got a willow sprout from somewhere and planted it in his garden. It was a rare species of willow. The owner took care of the sprout and watered it himself every day. But the owner had to leave for a week. He called the servant and told him:

- Take good care of the sprout: water it every day, and most importantly, make sure that the neighbor’s children don’t pull it out and trample on it.

“Okay,” answered the servant, “let the master not worry.”

The owner has left. A week later he returned and went to see the garden.

The sprout was still there, but completely flaccid.

“You probably didn’t water it?” - the owner asked angrily.

- No, I watered it as you said. “I watched him, didn’t take my eyes off him,” answered the servant. “In the morning I went out onto the balcony and looked at the sprout until the evening. And when it got dark, I would pull it out, take it into the house and lock it in a box.

Mordovian fairy tale adapted by S. Fetisov “How a dog was looking for a friend”

A long time ago there lived a dog in the forest. Alone, alone. She was bored. The dog wanted to find a friend. A friend who would not be afraid of anyone.

A dog met a hare in the forest and said to him:

- Come on, bunny, be friends with you, live together!

“Come on,” the bunny agreed.

In the evening they found a place to stay for the night and went to bed. At night a mouse ran past them, the dog heard a rustling sound and how it jumped up and barked loudly. The hare woke up in fright, his ears shaking from fear.

- Why are you barking? - says to the dog. “When the wolf hears it, he’ll come here and eat us.”

“This is an unimportant friend,” thought the dog. - Afraid of the wolf. But the wolf is probably not afraid of anyone.”

In the morning the dog said goodbye to the hare and went to look for the wolf. She met him in a remote ravine and said:

- Come on, wolf, be friends with you, live together!

- Well! - the wolf answers. - It will be more fun together.

At night they went to bed.

A frog was jumping past, the dog heard it jump up and bark loudly.

The wolf woke up in fright and let’s scold the dog:

- Oh, you are so, so so! The bear will hear your barking, come here and tear us apart.

“And the wolf is afraid,” thought the dog. “I’d better make friends with a bear.” She went to the bear:

- Bear-hero, let's be friends, let's live together!

“Okay,” says the bear. - Come to my den.

And at night the dog heard him crawling past the den, jumped up and barked. The bear got scared and scolded the dog:

- Stop it! A man will come and skin us.

“Gee! - the dog thinks. “And this one turned out to be cowardly.”

She ran away from the bear and went to the man:

- Man, let's be friends, let's live together!

The man agreed, fed the dog, and built a warm kennel for it near his hut.

At night the dog barks and guards the house. And the person doesn’t scold her for this - he says thank you.

Since then, dog and man have lived together.

Ukrainian fairy tale adapted by S. Mogilevskaya “Spikelet”

Once upon a time there were two mice, Twirl and Twirl, and a cockerel, Vocal Throat.

All the little mice knew was that they sang and danced, twirled and twirled.

And the cockerel rose as soon as it was light, first woke everyone up with a song, and then got to work.

One day the cockerel was sweeping the yard and saw a spike of wheat on the ground.

“Cool, Vert,” called the cockerel, “look what I found!”

The little mice came running and said:

- We need to thresh it.

-Who will thresh? - asked the cockerel.

- Not me! - one shouted.

- Not me! - shouted another.

“Okay,” said the cockerel, “I’ll thresh it.”

And he got to work. And the little mice began to play rounders. The cockerel finished threshing and shouted:

- Hey, Cool, hey, Vert, look how much grain I threshed! The little mice came running and squealed in one voice:

“Now we need to take the grain to the mill and grind the flour!”

- Who will bear it? - asked the cockerel.

“Not me!” shouted Krut.

“Not me!” Vert shouted.

“Okay,” said the cockerel, “I’ll take the grain to the mill.” He put the bag on his shoulders and went. Meanwhile, the little mice started leapfrog. They jump over each other and have fun. The cockerel has returned from the mill and is calling the mice again:

- Here, Spin, here, Spin! I brought flour. The little mice came running, looked, and couldn’t boast enough:

- Hey, cockerel! Well done! Now you need to knead the dough and bake the pies.

- Who will knead? - asked the cockerel. And the little mice are theirs again.

- Not me! - Krut squeaked.

- Not me! - Vert squeaked. The cockerel thought and thought and said:

“Apparently, I’ll have to.”

He kneaded the dough, hauled in the wood, and lit the stove. And when the oven burned out, I planted pies in it.

The little mice don’t waste time either: they sing songs and dance. The pies were baked, the cockerel took them out and laid them out on the table, and the little mice were right there. And there was no need to call them.

- Oh, I'm hungry! - Krut squeaks.

- Oh, I’m hungry! - Vert squeaks. And they sat down at the table. And the cockerel tells them:

- Wait, wait! First tell me who found the spikelet.

- You found it! - the little mice screamed loudly.

- Who threshed the spikelet? - the cockerel asked again.

- You threshed! - they both said more quietly.

-Who carried the grain to the mill?

“You too,” Krut and Vert answered very quietly.

- Who kneaded the dough? Did you carry firewood? Did you heat the stove? Who baked the pies?

- All of you. “That’s all you,” the little mice squeaked barely audibly.

- What did you do?

What should I say in response? And there's nothing to say. Twirl and Twirl began to crawl out from behind the table, but the cockerel could not hold them back. There is no reason to treat such lazy people and lazy people with pies.

Norwegian fairy tale adapted by M. Abramov “Pie”

Once upon a time there lived a woman, and she had seven children, a few less. One day she decided to pamper them: she took a handful of flour, fresh milk, butter, eggs and kneaded the dough. The pie began to fry, and it smelled so delicious that all seven guys came running and asked:

- Mother, give me some pie! - says one.

- Mother, dear, give me some pie! - another pesters.

- Mother, dear, dear, give me some pie! - whines the third.

- Mother, dear, sweet, dear, give me some pie! - asks the fourth.

- Mother, dear, sweet, dear, good-looking, give me some pie! - the fifth one whines.

- Mother, dear, sweet, dear, very good, beautiful, give me a pie! - begs the sixth.

- Mother, dear, dear, dear, very good, beautiful, golden, give me a pie! - the seventh yells.

“Wait, children,” says the mother. “When the pie is baked, it becomes fluffy and rosy—I’ll cut it into pieces, give you all a piece, and I won’t forget grandpa.”

When I heard this pie, I got scared.

“Well,” he thinks, “the end has come for me! We have to run away from here while we’re still alive.”

He wanted to jump from the frying pan, but he failed, he only fell on the other side. I baked a little more, gathered my strength, jumped to the floor - and to the door!

The day was hot, the door stood open - he walked onto the porch, from there down the steps and rolled like a wheel, straight along the road.

The woman rushed after him, with a frying pan in one hand and a ladle in the other, the children followed her, and the grandfather hobbled behind him.

- Hey! Wait a minute! Stop! Catch him! Hold it! - everyone shouted vying with each other.

But the pie kept rolling and rolling, and soon it was so far away that it was no longer visible.

So he rolled until he met a man.

- Good afternoon, pie! - said the man.

- Good afternoon, woodcutter man! - answered the pie.

- Dear pie, don’t roll so fast, wait a little - let me eat you! - says the man.

And the pie answers him:

“I ran away from my busy housewife, from my restless grandfather, from seven screamers, and from you, human woodcutter, I’ll run away too!” - And rolled on.

A chicken meets him.

- Good afternoon, pie! - said the chicken.

- Good afternoon, smart chicken! - answered the pie.

- Dear pie, don’t roll so fast, wait a little - let me eat you! - says the chicken.

And the pie answers her:

“I ran away from the busy landlady, from the restless grandfather, from the seven screamers, from the man-lumberjack, and from you, smart chicken, I’ll also run away!” - and again rolled like a wheel along the road.

Here he met a rooster.

- Good afternoon, pie! - said the rooster.

- Good afternoon, cockerel comb! - answered the pie.

- Dear pie, don’t roll so fast, wait a little - let me eat you! - says the rooster.

“I ran away from the busy landlady, from the restless grandfather, from the seven screamers, from the woodcutter man, from the clever chicken, and from you, the comb cockerel, I’ll also run away!” - said the pie and rolled even faster.

He rolled like this for a long, long time until he met a duck.

- Good afternoon, pie! - said the duck.

- Good afternoon, little duck! - answered the pie.

- Dear pie, don’t roll so fast, wait a little - let me eat you! - says the duck.

“I ran away from the busy landlady, from the restless grandfather, from the seven screamers, from the woodcutter, from the clever chicken, from betta cockerel And I’ll run away from you too, little duck! - said the pie and rolled on.

He rolled for a long, long time and looked at a goose coming towards him.

- Good afternoon, pie! - said the goose.

“Good afternoon, gaping goose,” answered the pie.

- Dear pie, don’t roll so fast, wait a little - let me eat you! - says the goose.

“I ran away from the fussy housewife, from the restless grandfather, from the seven screamers, from the woodcutter man, from the smart chicken, from the comb cockerel, from the little duck, and from you, gaping goose, I’ll also run away!” - said the pie and rolled away.

So he rolled again for a long, long time until he met a gander.

- Good afternoon, pie! - said the gander.

- Good afternoon, simpleton gander! - answered the pie.

- Dear pie, don’t roll so fast, wait a little - let me eat you! - says the gander.

And the pie answers again:

“I ran away from the busy housewife, from the fidgety grandfather, from the seven screamers, from the woodcutter man, from the smart chicken, from the comb cockerel, from the baby duck, from the gaping goose, and from you, simpleton gander, too.” I'll run away! - and rolled even faster.

Again he rolled for a long, long time, and towards him was a pig.

- Good afternoon, pie! - said the pig.

- Good afternoon, bristle pig! - the pie answered and was about to roll further, but then the pig said:

- Wait a little, let me admire you. Don't rush, the forest is coming soon... Let's go through the forest together - it won't be so scary.

“Sit on my spot,” says the pig, “I’ll carry you.” Otherwise, if you get wet, you will lose all your beauty!

The pie listened - and the pig jumped onto the spot! And that one - am-am! - and swallowed it.

The pie is gone, and the fairy tale ends here.

Ukrainian fairy tale retold by A. Nechaev “Straw bull-resin barrel”

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. The grandfather drove the resin, and the woman managed the house.

So the woman began to pester the grandfather:

- Make a straw bull!

- What are you, you fool! Why did you give up that bull?

- I will herd him.

There is nothing to do, the grandfather made a straw steer, and tarred the sides of the steer with resin.

In the morning the woman took the spinning wheel and went to graze the bull. He sits on a hillock, spins and sings:

- Graze, graze, goby - tar barrel. She spun and spun and dozed off.

Suddenly a bear runs from a dark forest, from a great forest. I ran into a bull.

- Who are you?

- I am a straw bull - a tar barrel!

- Give me some tar, the dogs tore my side off! The bullock - the tar barrel is silent.

The bear got angry, grabbed the bull by the tar side - and got stuck. At that time the woman woke up and screamed:

- Grandfather, grandfather, run quickly, the bull caught the bear! The grandfather grabbed the bear and threw it into the cellar.

The next day the woman took up the spinning wheel again and went to graze the bull. He sits on a hill, spins, spins and says:

- Graze, graze, goby - tar barrel! Graze, graze, goby - tar barrel!

Suddenly, a wolf runs from a dark forest, from a great forest. I saw a bull:

- Who are you?

- Give me some tar, the dogs tore my side off!

The wolf grabbed him by the resin side and got stuck and stuck. Baba woke up and started screaming:

- Grandfather, grandfather, the bull caught the wolf!

The grandfather ran, grabbed the wolf and threw him into the cellar. The woman grazes the bull on the third day. He spins and says:

- Graze, graze, goby - tar barrel. Graze, graze, goby - tar barrel.

She spun, spun, muttered, and dozed off. The fox came running. The bull asks:

- Who are you?

- I am a straw bull - a tar barrel.

- Give me some tar, my dear, the dogs tore my skin off.

The fox also got stuck. Baba woke up and called to grandfather:

- Grandfather, grandfather! The bull caught the fox! Grandfather threw the fox into the cellar.

There are so many of them!

The grandfather sits near the cellar, sharpens a knife, and he himself says:

— The bear’s skin is nice, warm. It will be a great sheepskin coat! The bear heard and got scared:

- Don't cut me, let me go free! I'll bring you honey.

- Aren’t you going to deceive me?

- I won’t deceive you.

- Well, look! - And released the bear.

And he sharpens the knife again. The wolf asks:

- Why, grandfather, are you sharpening the knife?

“But I’ll take your skin off and make myself a warm hat for the winter.”

- Let me go! I'll bring you a sheep.

- Well, look, don’t deceive me!

And he released the wolf into the wild. And he began sharpening the knife again.

- Tell me, grandfather, why are you sharpening the knife? - the fox asks from behind the door.

“You have a good skin,” the grandfather answers. — A warm collar will suit my old lady.

- Oh, don’t skin me! I’ll bring you chickens, ducks, and geese.

- Well, look, don’t deceive me! - And released the fox. So in the morning, before dawn, “knock-knock” at the door!

- Grandfather, grandfather, they’re knocking! Go take a look.

Grandfather went, and there the bear brought a whole hive of honey. I had only just managed to remove the honey when there was another knock-knock at the door! The wolf drove the sheep. And then the fox brought in chickens, geese and ducks. Grandfather is happy and grandma is happy.

They began to live and live well and make good money.

Altai fairy tale adapted by A. Garf “The Terrible Guest”

One night a badger was hunting. The edge of the sky brightened. A badger hurries to its hole before the sun. Without showing itself to people, hiding from dogs, it stays where the grass is deeper, where the ground is darker.

Brrk, brrk... - he suddenly heard an incomprehensible noise.

"What's happened?"

The dream jumped out of the badger. The fur rose to the head. And my heart almost broke my ribs with a pounding sound.

“I’ve never heard such a noise: brrk, brrrk... I’ll quickly go, I’ll call clawed animals like me, I’ll tell the zaisan bear. I don’t agree to die alone.”

The badger went to call all the living clawed animals in Altai:

- Oh, I have a scary guest in my hole! Who dares to go with me?

The animals have gathered. Ears pressed to the ground. In fact, the noise makes the earth tremble.

Brrk, brrk...

All the animals' hair went up.

“Well, badger,” said the bear, “this is your house, you go there first.”

The badger looked back; large clawed beasts order him:

- Go, go! What happened?

And they put their tails between their legs out of fear.

The badger was afraid to enter the main entrance to his house. He started digging in from behind. It's hard to scrape rocky soil! The claws have worn off. It’s a shame to break your native hole. Finally the badger entered his high bedroom. I made my way to the soft moss. He sees something white there. Brrk, brrk...

It is the white hare, folding his front paws across his chest, snoring loudly. The animals couldn't stand on their feet laughing. They rolled on the ground.

- Hare! That's it, a hare! The badger was scared of the hare!

- Where will you hide your shame now?

“Really,” the badger thinks, “why did I start shouting to the whole Altai?”

He got angry and kicked a hare:

- Get out! Who allowed you to snore here?

The hare woke up: there are wolves, foxes, lynxes, wolverines, a wild cat all around, and the zaisan bear himself is here. The hare's eyes became round. He himself trembles, like a talnik over a stormy river. Can't say a word.

“Well, come what may!”

The poor fellow crouched down to the ground and jumped into the badger’s forehead! And from the forehead, as if from a hill, he leaps again - and into the bushes. The white hare's belly turned the badger's forehead white. From the hare's hind legs a white mark passed along the badger's cheeks. The laughter of the animals became even louder.

“Why are they happy?” - the badger cannot understand.

- Oh, badger, feel your forehead and cheeks! How beautiful you have become!

The badger stroked its muzzle; white fluffy hair stuck to its claws.

Seeing this, the badger went to complain to the bear.

- I bow to you to the ground, grandfather zaisan bear! I was not at home myself, I did not invite guests. Hearing snoring, he got scared. How many animals have I disturbed because of this snoring! He destroyed his own house because of him. Now you see: the head and jaws have turned white. And the culprit ran away without looking back. Judge this matter.

-Are you still complaining? Your face used to be black, like the earth, but now even people will envy your whiteness. It’s a shame that it wasn’t me who stood in that place, that it wasn’t my face that the hare whitened. What a pity! This is truly a shame!

And, sighing bitterly, the bear wandered off to his warm, dry village.

But the badger remained to live with a white stripe on its forehead and cheeks. They say that he is used to these marks and even boasts very often:

- That's how hard the hare tried for me! We have now become eternal friends with him forever.

English fairy tale adapted by S. Mikhalkov “The Three Little Pigs”

Once upon a time there were three little pigs in the world. Three brothers.

They are all the same height, round, pink, with the same cheerful tails. Even their names were similar.

The piglets' names were Nif-Nif, Nuf-Nuf and Naf-Naf. All summer they tumbled in the green grass, basked in the sun, and basked in puddles.

But then autumn came. The sun was no longer so hot, gray clouds stretched over the yellowed forest.

“It’s time for us to think about winter,” Naf-Naf once said to his brothers, waking up early in the morning. “I’m shaking all over from the cold.” We might catch a cold. Let's build a house and spend the winter together under one warm roof.

But his brothers did not want to take the job. It is much more pleasant to walk and jump in the meadow on the last warm days than to dig the ground and carry heavy stones.

- It will be in time! Winter is still a long way off. “We’ll take another walk,” said Nif-Nif and somersaulted over his head.

“When necessary, I will build myself a house,” said Nuf-Nuf and lay down in a puddle.

- Well, as you wish. Then I will build my own house alone,” said Naf-Naf. - I won't wait for you.

Every day it became colder and colder. But Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were in no hurry. They didn't even want to think about work. They were idle from morning to evening. All they did was play their pig games, jumping and tumbling.

“Today we’ll take another walk,” they said, “and tomorrow morning we’ll get down to business.”

But the next day they said the same thing.

And only when a large puddle near the road began to be covered with a thin crust of ice in the morning, the lazy brothers finally got to work.

Nif-Nif decided that it would be easier and more likely to make a house out of straw. Without consulting anyone, he did just that. By evening his hut was ready.

Nif-Nif put the last straw on the roof and, very pleased with his house, sang cheerfully:

At least you'll go around half the world,

You'll go around, you'll go around,

You won't find a better home

You won't find it, you won't find it!

Humming this song, he headed towards Nuf-Nuf. Nuf-Nuf was also building a house for himself not far away. He tried to quickly end this boring and uninteresting business. At first, like his brother, he wanted to build himself a house out of straw. But then I decided that it would be very cold in such a house in winter.

The house will be stronger and warmer if it is built from branches and thin rods.

So he did.

He drove stakes into the ground, intertwined them with twigs, piled dry leaves on the roof, and by evening the house was ready.

Nuf-Nuf proudly walked around him several times and sang:

I have a good house

A new home, a durable home.

I'm not afraid of rain and thunder,

Rain and thunder, rain and thunder!

Before he had time to finish the song, Nif-Nif ran out from behind a bush.

- Well, your house is ready! - Nif-Nif said to his brother. “I said that we can handle this matter alone!” Now we are free and can do whatever we want!

- Let's go to Naf-Naf and see what kind of house he built for himself! - said Nuf-Nuf. - We haven’t seen him for a long time!

- Let's go see! - Nif-Nif agreed.

And both brothers, happy that they no longer had to worry about anything, disappeared behind the bushes.

Naf-Naf has been busy with construction for several days now. He collected stones, mixed clay, and now slowly built himself a reliable, durable house in which he could shelter from wind, rain and frost.

He made a heavy oak door in the house with a bolt so that the wolf from the neighboring forest could not get into it.

Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf found their brother at work.

- A pig's house should be a fortress! - Naf-Naf calmly answered them, continuing to work.

-Are you going to fight with someone? - Nif-Nif grunted cheerfully and winked at Nuf-Nuf.

And both brothers were so amused that their squeals and grunts were heard far across the lawn.

And Naf-Naf, as if nothing had happened, continued to put stone wall his home, humming a song under his breath:

Of course, I'm smarter than everyone else

Smarter than everyone, smarter than everyone!

I'm building a house out of stones,

From stones, from stones!

No animal in the world

A cunning beast, a terrible beast,

Won't break through this door

Through this door, through this door!

- What animal is he talking about? - Nif-Nif asked Nuf-Nuf.

- What animal are you talking about? - Nuf-Nuf asked Naf-Naf.

- I'm talking about the wolf! - Naf-Naf answered and laid another stone.

“Look how afraid he is of the wolf!” said Nif-Nif.

- What kind of wolves could there be here? - said Nif-Nif.

We are not afraid gray wolf,

Gray wolf, gray wolf!

Where do you go, stupid wolf,

Old wolf, dire wolf?

They wanted to tease Naf-Naf, but he didn’t even turn around.

“Let’s go, Nuf-Nuf,” Nif-Nif said then. - We have nothing to do here!

And two brave brothers went for a walk.

On the way they sang and danced, and when they entered the forest, they made so much noise that they woke up a wolf who was sleeping under a pine tree.

-What's that noise? - the angry and hungry wolf grumbled dissatisfiedly and galloped to the place from where the squeals and grunts of two small stupid piglets were coming from.

- Well, what kind of wolves can there be here! - Nif-Nif, who had only seen wolves in pictures, said at this time.

“If we grab him by the nose, he’ll know!” - added Nuf-Nuf, who had also never seen a live wolf.

“We’ll knock you down, tie you up, and even kick you like that, like that!” - Nif-Nif boasted and showed how they would deal with the wolf.

And the brothers rejoiced again and sang:

We are not afraid of the gray wolf,

Gray wolf, gray wolf!

Where do you go, stupid wolf,

Old wolf, dire wolf?

And suddenly they saw a real live wolf! He stood for big tree, and he had such a scary look, such evil eyes and such a toothy mouth that a chill ran down Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf’s backs and their thin tails began to tremble ever so slightly.

The poor piglets couldn't even move from fear.

The wolf prepared to jump, clicked his teeth, blinked his right eye, but the piglets suddenly came to their senses and, squealing throughout the forest, ran away.

Never before have they had to run so fast! Shining their heels and raising clouds of dust, the piglets each rushed to their home.

Nif-Nif was the first to reach his thatched hut and barely managed to slam the door in front of the wolf’s very nose.

- Unlock the door now! - the wolf growled. - Otherwise I’ll break it!

“No,” Nif-Nif grunted, “I won’t unlock it!”

The breathing of a terrible beast could be heard behind the door.

- Unlock the door now! - the wolf growled again. “Otherwise I’ll blow it so hard that your whole house will fall apart!”

But Nif-Nif, out of fear, could no longer answer.

Then the wolf began to blow: “F-f-f-f-u-u-u!”

Straws flew from the roof of the house, the walls of the house shook.

The wolf took another deep breath and blew a second time: “F-f-f-f-u-u-u!”

When the wolf blew for the third time, the house was scattered in all directions, as if a hurricane had hit it.

The wolf clicked his teeth just in front of the little piglet's snout. But Nif-Nif deftly dodged and began to run. A minute later he was already at Nuf-Nuf's door.

The brothers barely had time to lock themselves in when they heard the voice of a wolf:

- Well, now I'll eat you both!

Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf looked at each other in fear. But the wolf was very tired and therefore decided to use a trick.

- I changed my mind! - he said so loudly that everyone in the house could hear him. “I won’t eat these skinny piglets!” I better go home!

-Did you hear? - Nif-Nif asked Nuf-Nuf. “He said he wouldn’t eat us!” We are skinny!

- This is very good! - said Nuf-Nuf and immediately stopped shaking.

The brothers felt happy, and they sang as if nothing had happened:

We are not afraid of the gray wolf, Gray wolf, gray wolf! Where do you go, stupid wolf, Old wolf, dire wolf?

But the wolf didn’t even think about leaving. He simply stepped aside and hid. He found it very funny. He could hardly contain himself not to laugh. How cleverly he deceived the two stupid little pigs!

When the piglets had completely calmed down, the wolf took the sheep's skin and carefully crept up to the house.

At the door he covered himself with the skin and knocked quietly.

Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf were very scared when they heard the knock.

-Who's there? - they asked, and their tails began to shake again.

- It's me-me-me, poor little sheep! - the wolf squeaked in a thin, alien voice. “Let me spend the night, I’ve strayed from the herd and I’m very tired!”

- Let me in? — good Nif-Nif asked his brother.

- You can let the sheep go! - Nuf-Nuf agreed. - A sheep is not a wolf!

But when the piglets opened the door, they saw not a sheep, but the same toothy wolf. The brothers slammed the door and leaned on it with all their might so that the terrible beast could not break into them.

The wolf became very angry. He failed to outsmart the piglets. He threw off his sheep's clothing and growled:

- Well, wait a minute! There will be nothing left of this house now!

And he began to blow. The house is a little askew. The wolf blew a second, then a third, then a fourth time.

Leaves were flying from the roof, the walls were shaking, but the house was still standing.

And only when the wolf blew for the fifth time did the house shake and fall apart. Only the door stood for some time in the midst of the ruins.

The piglets began to run away in horror. Their legs were paralyzed from fear, every bristle trembled, their noses were dry. The brothers rushed to Naf-Naf's house.

The wolf overtook them with huge leaps. Once he almost grabbed Nif-Nif by the back leg, but he pulled it back in time and increased his pace.

The wolf also pushed. He was sure that this time the piglets would not run away from him.

But he was unlucky again.

The piglets quickly rushed past a large apple tree without even touching it. But the wolf did not have time to turn and ran into an apple tree, which showered him with apples. One hard apple hit him between the eyes. A large lump appeared on the wolf's forehead.

And Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf, neither alive nor dead, ran up to Naf-Naf’s house at that time.

The brother let them into the house. The poor piglets were so scared that they couldn't say anything. They silently rushed under the bed and hid there. Naf-Naf immediately guessed that a wolf was chasing them. But he had nothing to fear in his stone house. He quickly bolted the door, sat down on a stool and sang loudly:

No animal in the world

A cunning beast, a terrible beast,

Won't open this door

This door, this door!

But just then there was a knock on the door.

- Open without talking! - the wolf's rough voice rang out.

- No matter how it is! I won’t even think about it! — Naf-Naf answered in a firm voice.

- Oh, yes! Well, hold on! Now I'll eat all three!

- Try! - Naf-Naf answered from behind the door, without even getting up from his stool.

He knew that he and his brothers had nothing to fear in the strong stone house.

Then the wolf sucked in more air and blew as hard as he could! But no matter how much he blew, not even the smallest stone moved.

The wolf turned blue from exertion.

The house stood like a fortress. Then the wolf began to shake the door. But the door didn’t budge either.

Out of anger, the wolf began to scratch the walls of the house with his claws and gnaw the stones from which they were made, but he only broke off his claws and ruined his teeth.

The hungry and angry wolf had no choice but to go home.

But then he raised his head and suddenly noticed a large wide pipe on the roof.

- Yeah! It’s through this pipe that I’ll get into the house! - the wolf was happy.

He carefully climbed onto the roof and listened. The house was quiet.

“I’ll still eat fresh pig today,” thought the wolf and, licking his lips, climbed into the chimney.

But as soon as he began to go down the pipe, the piglets heard a rustling sound. And when soot began to fall on the lid of the boiler, the smart Naf-Naf immediately guessed what was happening.

He quickly rushed to the cauldron, in which water was boiling on the fire, and tore off the lid.

- You are welcome! - Naf-Naf said and winked at his brothers.

Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf had already completely calmed down and, smiling happily, looked at their smart and brave brother.

The piglets didn't have to wait long. Black as a chimney sweep, the wolf splashed straight into the boiling water.

He had never been in so much pain before!

His eyes bulged out of his head and all his fur stood on end.

With a wild roar, the scalded wolf flew out of the chimney back onto the roof, rolled down it to the ground, somersaulted over his head four times, rode on his tail past the locked door and rushed into the forest.

And the three brothers, three little pigs, looked after him and were glad that they had so cleverly taught the evil robber a lesson.

And then they sang their cheerful song:

At least you'll go around half the world,

You'll go around, you'll go around,

You won't find a better home

You won't find it, you won't find it!

No animal in the world

A cunning beast, a terrible beast,

Won't open this door

This door, this door!

Never a wolf from the forest

Never, never

Will not return to us here,

To us here, to us here!

From then on, the brothers began to live together, under one roof. That's all we know about the three little pigs - Nif-Nif, Nuf-Nuf and Naf-Naf.

Tatar fairy tale “The boastful hare”

In ancient times, the Hare and the Squirrel were said to be very similar in appearance to each other. Especially beautiful - a delight to the eye! — their tails were long, fluffy and neat. The Hare stood out from other animals - the inhabitants of the forest - by boasting and laziness, and the Squirrel - by hard work and modesty.

This happened in the autumn. The hare, tired of chasing the wind through the forest, rested, gaining strength, under a tree. At this time, the Squirrel jumped from the walnut tree.

- Hello, friend Hare! How are you?

- Okay, Belochka, when were things bad for me? - The Hare couldn’t help but be arrogant. - Come on, rest in the shade.

“No,” Belka objected. “There’s a lot of worries: we have to collect nuts.” Winter is approaching.

- Do you consider collecting nuts as work? - the Hare choked with laughter. - Look how many of them are lying on the ground - know and collect them.

- No, buddy! Only healthy, ripe fruits hang, stuck to the tree, in clusters. - The Squirrel, taking several of these nuts, showed them to the Hare. - Look... Bad, wormy, with every breath of wind they crumble to the ground. That's why I collect the ones on the trees first. And if I see that there is not enough food stored for the winter, I check the carrion. I carefully select only the healthiest, most worm-free, tasty ones, and drag them into the nest. Walnuts are my main winter food!

“I’m fine—I don’t need a nest or food for the winter.” Because I'm a smart, humble little animal! - The Hare praised himself. “I cover the white cold snow with my fluffy tail and sleep on it peacefully; when I get hungry, I gnaw on the tree bark.”

“Everyone lives in their own way...” said the Squirrel, amazed at the Hare’s words. - Okay, I'll go...

But Belka remained in place, because the Hedgehog came out of the grass, several mushrooms were pinned on his needles.

- You are so similar to each other! Don't jinx it! - he said, admiring the Hare and Squirrel. - Both have short front legs and long hind legs; neat, beautiful ears, especially neat, neat tails!

“No, no,” grumbled the Hare, jumping to his feet. - I... I... have a bigger body! Look at my tail—beauty!.. A sight to behold!.. My friend Belka’s tail is nothing compared to mine.

The squirrel was not angry, did not argue - she cast a mysterious glance at the boastful Hare and jumped onto the tree. The hedgehog, too, sighed reproachfully and disappeared into the grass.

And the Hare boasted and became conceited. He constantly waved his neat tail over his head.

At this time, an alarming wind blew, shaking the treetops. The apples that had miraculously hung on the apple tree branches fell to the ground. One of them, as if on purpose, hit the Hare right between the eyes. It was then that his eyes began to cross out of fear. And in such eyes, it’s as if every thing doubles. How autumn leaf The Hare trembled with fear. But, as they say, if trouble comes, open the gates, it was at that moment that the hundred-year-old Pine tree began to fall with a crash and noise, breaking in half from old age. Miraculously, the poor Hare managed to jump to the side. But the long tail was crushed by a thick pine branch. No matter how much the poor thing twitched or rushed about, it was all in vain. Hearing his plaintive moan, Belka and Hedgehog arrived at the scene. However, they could not help him in any way.

“My friend Squirrel,” said the Hare, finally realizing the situation he was in. - Go quickly find and bring Agai Bear here.

The squirrel, jumping along the branches, disappeared from sight.

“If only I could get out of this trouble safely,” the Hare lamented with tears in his eyes. “I would never show off my tail again.”

“It’s good that you didn’t stay under the tree, that’s what you’re happy about,” the Hedgehog admonished, trying to console him. - Now the Agai Bear will come, be patient a little longer, my friend.

But, unfortunately, Belka, unable to find the Bear in the forest, brought the Wolf with her.

“Please save me, friends,” the Hare whined. - Put yourself in my position...

No matter how much the Wolf tried, the fat branch could not even lift, let alone move.

“E-and-and, weak boastful Wolf,” said the Hare, having forgotten himself. - It turns out that you are walking through the forest and in vain pretending to be someone unknown!

Squirrel and Hedgehog looked at each other in confusion and, stunned by the Hare’s extravagance, seemed rooted to the ground.

Who doesn't know the power of the Wolf! Touched by what he heard, he grabbed the hare's ears and began to pull with all his might. Poor Hare's neck and ears stretched out like a string, fiery circles swam in his eyes, and his neat long tail, having come off, remained under the branch.

Thus, in one autumn day the boastful Hare became the owner of slanting eyes, long ears and a short tail. At first he lay unconscious under a tree. Then, suffering from aches, he jogged through the forest clearing. If his heart had been beating calmly until then, now it was ready to jump out of his chest with rage.

“I won’t brag anymore,” he repeated, skipping and running. - I won’t, I won’t...

- Ha, that would be something to brag about! - Looking mockingly at the Hare, the Wolf laughed for a long time and, having laughed it off, disappeared among the trees.

And Belka and Hedgehog, feeling sorry for the Hare from the bottom of their hearts, tried to help him as best they could.

“Let us, as before, live in friendship and harmony,” Belka expressed her wish. - So, friend Hedgehog?

- That's right! - he answered, rejoicing. - We will support each other everywhere and always...

However, the boastful Hare, after those events, was speechless, ashamed of his appearance, is still running around, avoiding meetings with others, burying himself in bushes and grasses...

Brothers Grimm "Musicians of Bremen"

Brothers Grimm, Jacob (1785-1863) and Wilhelm (1786-1859)

The owner had a donkey that carried sacks to the mill for a whole century, and in old age his strength weakened, so that every day he became unfit for work. Apparently his time had come, and the owner began to think about how to get rid of the donkey so as not to feed him free bread.

The donkey is on his own, now he realizes where the wind is blowing. He gathered his courage and ran away from his ungrateful owner on the road to Bremen.

“There,” he thinks, “you can take up the craft of a city musician.”

As he walks and walks, he suddenly sees on the road: a pointer dog lying stretched out and barely breathing, as if it had been running until it dropped.

- What's wrong with you, Palkan? - asked the donkey. - Why are you breathing so hard?

- Ah! - answered the dog. “I’ve grown very old, I’m becoming weaker every day and I’m no longer fit for hunting.” The owner wanted to kill me, but I ran away from him, and now I’m thinking: how am I going to earn my daily living?

“Do you know what,” said the donkey, “I’m going to Bremen and will become a city musician there.” Come with me and take a place in the orchestra too. I will play the lute, and you will at least be our drummer.

The dog was very pleased with this proposal, and the two of them went on a long journey. A little time later they saw a cat on the road with such a gloomy face as if the weather was after three days of rain.

- Well, what happened to you, old bearded man? - asked the donkey. - Why are you so gloomy?

“Who would even think of having fun when it’s about their own skin?” - answered the cat. “You see, I’m getting old, my teeth are getting dull—it’s clear that it’s more pleasant for me to sit at the stove and purr than to run after mice.” The owner wanted to drown me, but I managed to escape in time. But now good advice is dear: where should I go to get my daily food?

“Come with us to Bremen,” said the donkey, “after all, you know a lot about night serenades, so you can become a city musician there.”

The cat found that the advice was good and went with them on the road.

Three fugitives are walking past some yard, and a rooster is sitting on the gate and is tearing at its throat as hard as it can.

- What's wrong with you? - asked the donkey. “You’re screaming as if you’re being cut.”

- How can I not scream? I prophesied good weather for the sake of the holiday, but the hostess realized that in good weather the guests would be angry, and without any pity she ordered the cook to cook me in soup tomorrow. Tonight they will cut off my head - so I’m tearing my throat out while I still can.

“Well, little red head,” said the donkey, “wouldn’t it be better for you to get out of here as quickly as possible?” Come with us to Bremen; you won’t find anything worse than death anywhere; whatever you come up with, everything will be better. And look, what a voice you have! We will give concerts and everything will go well.

The Rooster liked the proposal, and the four of them hit the road.

But you can’t reach Bremen in one day; in the evening they reached the forest, where they had to spend the night. A donkey and a dog stretched out under a large tree, a cat and a rooster climbed onto the branches; the rooster even flew to the very top, where he was safest; but, like a vigilant owner, before falling asleep, he looked around in all four directions. Suddenly it seemed to him that there, in the distance, there seemed to be a spark burning; He shouted to his comrades that there must be a house nearby, because the light was flickering. To this the donkey said:

“Then we’d better get up and go there, but the overnight stay here is bad.”

The dog also thought that a few bones and meat would be a good profit. So everyone got up and went in the direction where the light was flashing. With every step the light became brighter and larger, and finally they came to a brightly lit house where the robbers lived. The donkey, like the largest of his comrades, approached the window and looked into the house.

-What do you see, roan buddy? - asked the rooster.

- What do I see? A table laden with selected foods and drinks, and robbers sitting around the table enjoying delicious dishes.

- Oh, how good that would be for us! - said the rooster.

- Of course. Oh, when would we sit at this table! - confirmed the donkey.

Here there were meetings among the animals about how to drive out the robbers and settle in their place. Finally, together we came up with a solution. The donkey had to rest his front legs on the window, the dog jumped on the donkey's back, the cat climbed on the dog, and the rooster flew up and sat on the cat's head. When everything was ready, at the given sign they began the quartet: the donkey brayed, the dog howled, the cat meowed, and the rooster crowed. At the same time, everyone rushed out the window, so that the glass rattled.

The robbers jumped up in horror and, believing that at such a frantic concert a ghost would certainly appear, they rushed as fast as they could into the dense forest, where anyone could, and whoever was in time, and the four comrades, very pleased with their success, sat down at the table and ate their fill, like four weeks in advance.

Having eaten to their fill, the musicians put out the fire and found a corner for the night, each following their own nature and habits: the donkey stretched out on a dung heap, the dog curled up behind the door, the cat darted onto the hearth to the warm ashes, and the rooster flew up onto the crossbar. From long journey everyone was very tired, and therefore immediately fell asleep.

Midnight has passed; The robbers saw from a distance that there was no more light in the house, and everything seemed calm there, then the chieftain began to speak:

“We shouldn’t have been so alarmed and run into the forest all at once.”

And he immediately ordered one of his subordinates to go into the house and take a good look at everything. Everything seemed quiet to the messenger, and so he entered the kitchen to light a candle; He took out a match and stuck it straight into the cat’s eyes, thinking that it was hot coals. But the cat doesn't understand jokes; he snorted and grabbed his claws right into his face.

The robber got scared and rushed through the door like crazy, and just then a dog jumped up and bit him on the leg; Not remembering himself from fear, the robber rushed across the yard past the dung heap, and then the donkey kicked him with his hind leg. The robber shouted; The rooster woke up and screamed at the top of his lungs from the crossbar: “Crow!”

At this point the robber rushed as fast as he could and straight to the chieftain.

- Ah! - he shouted pitifully. “A terrible witch has settled in our house; she blew on me like a whirlwind and scratched my face with her long hooked fingers, and at the door stood a giant with a knife and inflicted a wound on my leg, and in the yard there lay a black monster with a club and stabbed my back, and at the very top, on the roof, The judge sits and shouts: “Give me the scammers here!” Here I am, not remembering myself, God bless my legs!

From that time on, the robbers never dared to look into the house, and the Bremen musicians liked living in someone else’s house so much that they didn’t want to leave, so they still live there. And whoever last told this tale still has a hot feeling in his mouth.

Brothers Grimm "The Hare and the Hedgehog"

This story looks like a fable, guys, but still there is truth in it; That’s why my grandfather, from whom I heard it, used to add to his story: “There must still be truth in it, child, because otherwise why would it be told?”

And this is how it was.

One Sunday at the end of summer, just when the buckwheat was blooming, it turned out to be a good day. The bright sun rose in the sky, blew a warm breeze through the stubble, the songs of larks filled the air, bees buzzed among the buckwheat, and good people in festive clothes they went to church, and all of God’s creation was happy, and so was the hedgehog.

The hedgehog stood at his door, arms folded, inhaling the morning air and humming a simple song to himself as best he could. And while he was humming in a low voice, it suddenly occurred to him that he would have time, while his wife was washing and dressing the children, to take a walk in the field and look at his rutabaga. But rutabaga grew in the field closest to his house, and he loved to eat it in his family, and therefore considered it his own.

No sooner said than done. He locked the door behind him and walked along the road into the field. He was not particularly far from home and was about to turn off the road when he met a hare, who, for the same purpose, went out into the field to look at his cabbage.

As soon as the hedgehog saw the hare, he immediately greeted him very politely. The hare (in his way a noble gentleman and, moreover, very arrogant) did not even think of answering the hedgehog’s bow, but on the contrary, said to him, making a mocking face: “What does it mean that you are prowling around the field here so early in the morning?” “I want to take a walk,” said the hedgehog. “Go for a walk? - the hare laughed. “It seems to me that you could find another, better activity for your legs.” This answer touched a nerve with the hedgehog; he was able to endure anything, but he did not allow anyone to talk about his legs, since they were naturally crooked. “Don’t you imagine,” said the hedgehog to the hare, “that you can do more with your legs?” “Of course,” said the hare. “Don’t you want to try it? - said the hedgehog. “I bet that if we start running, I’ll overtake you.” - “You make me laugh!” You and your crooked legs will overtake me! - exclaimed the hare. - However, I’m ready if you’re interested in such a hunt. What are we going to argue about? “For a golden louis d’or and a bottle of wine,” said the hedgehog. “I accept,” said the hare, “let’s run now!” - "No! Where should we rush? - the hedgehog responded. - I haven’t eaten anything yet today; first I’ll go home and have some breakfast; in half an hour I’ll be here again, on the spot.”

With that, the hedgehog left with the consent of the hare. Along the way, the hedgehog began to think: “The hare hopes for his long legs, but I can handle it. Although he is a noble gentleman, he is also stupid, and he, of course, will have to lose the bet.”

Arriving home, the hedgehog said to his wife: “Wife, get dressed quickly, you will have to go with me to the field.” - “What’s the matter?” - said his wife. “I bet the hare a gold louis d’or and a bottle of wine that I would run with him in a race, and you should be there.” - “Oh, my God! - the hedgehog’s wife began to shout at her husband. -Are you out of your mind? Or have you gone completely crazy? Well, how can you run around with a hare?” - “Well, be quiet, wife! - said the hedgehog. - This is my business; and you are not a judge in our men's affairs. March! Get dressed and let's go." So what could the hedgehog’s wife do? She had to follow her husband, willy-nilly.

On the way to the field, the hedgehog said to his wife: “Well, now listen to what I tell you. You see, we'll run a race across this long field. The hare will run along one furrow, and I will run along the other, from top to bottom. You have only one thing to do: stand here below on the furrow, and when the hare reaches the end of his furrow, you shout to him: “I’m already here!”

So they reached the field; The hedgehog showed his wife her place, and he himself walked up the field. When he arrived at the appointed place, the hare was already there. “Can we start?” he asked. “Of course,” answered the hedgehog. And immediately everyone stood in his own furrow. The hare counted: “One, two, three!” - and they rushed down the field. But the hedgehog ran only three steps, then sat down in the furrow and sat calmly.

When the hare ran to the end of the field at full gallop, the hedgehog’s wife shouted to him: “I’m already here!” The hare paused and was quite surprised: he was sure that the hedgehog himself was shouting to him (it is already known that a hedgehog cannot be distinguished from a hedgehog by its appearance). The hare thought: “Something is wrong here!” - and shouted: “We’ll run back again!” And again he rushed off like a whirlwind, throwing his ears back. And the hedgehog’s wife calmly remained in place.

When the hare reached the top of the field, the hedgehog shouted to him: “I’m already here.” The hare, extremely annoyed, shouted: “Let's run back again!” “Perhaps,” answered the hedgehog. “For me, as much as you want!”

So the hare ran back and forth seventy-three times, and the hedgehog kept overtaking him; every time he ran to some end of the field, either the hedgehog or his wife shouted to him: “I’m already here!” The seventy-fourth time the hare couldn’t even run; He fell to the ground in the middle of the field, blood started pouring down his throat, and he could not move. And the hedgehog took the golden louis d'or he had won and a bottle of wine, called his wife, and both spouses, very pleased with each other, went home.

And if death has not yet befallen them, then they are probably still alive. That's how it happened, that the hedgehog overtook the hare, and from that time not a single hare dared to run head-to-head with the hedgehog.

And the lesson from this incident is this: firstly, no one, no matter how noble he considers himself, should make fun of someone who is lower than him, even if he is a simple hedgehog. And secondly, here everyone is given the following advice: if you decide to get married, then take yourself a wife from your class and one who is your equal in everything. This means that whoever was born a hedgehog must take a hedgehog as his wife. That's it!

Perrault Charles "Little Red Riding Hood"

Once upon a time there lived in a village a little girl who was so pretty that there was no one better than her in the world. Her mother loved her deeply, and her grandmother even more. For her birthday, her grandmother gave her a red riding hood. Since then, the girl went everywhere in her new, elegant red cap.

The neighbors said this about her:

- Here comes Little Red Riding Hood!

One day my mother baked a pie and said to her daughter:

- Go, Little Red Riding Hood, to grandma, bring her a pie and a pot of butter, and find out if she is healthy.

Little Red Riding Hood got ready and went to her grandmother in another village.

She walks through the forest, and a gray wolf meets her.

He really wanted to eat Little Red Riding Hood, but he didn’t dare - somewhere nearby, woodcutters were banging their axes.

The Wolf licked his lips and asked the girl:

-Where are you going, Little Red Riding Hood?

Little Red Riding Hood did not yet know how dangerous it was to stop in the forest and talk to wolves. She greeted the Wolf and said:

“I’m going to my grandmother and bringing her this pie and a pot of butter.”

— Does your grandmother live far away? - asks the Wolf.

“Quite far away,” answers Little Red Riding Hood. - Over there in that village, behind the mill, in the first house on the edge.

“Okay,” says the Wolf, “I also want to visit your grandmother.” I will go along this road, and you go along that one. Let's see which of us comes first.

The Wolf said this and ran as fast as he could along the shortest path. And Little Red Riding Hood took the longest road.

She walked slowly, stopping every now and then along the way, picking flowers and collecting them in bouquets. Before she even had time to reach the mill, the Wolf had already galloped to her grandmother’s house and was knocking on the door:

- Knock-knock!

-Who's there? - asks the grandmother.

“It’s me, your granddaughter, Little Red Riding Hood,” the Wolf answers in a thin voice. - I came to visit you, brought a pie and a pot of butter.

And my grandmother was sick at that time and was lying in bed. She thought that it really was Little Red Riding Hood and shouted:

- Pull the string, my child, and the door will open!

The wolf pulled the string and the door opened.

The Wolf rushed at the grandmother and swallowed her at once. He was very hungry because he had not eaten anything for three days.

Then he closed the door, lay down on grandma’s bed and began to wait for Little Red Riding Hood. Soon she came and knocked:

- Knock-knock!

Little Red Riding Hood was scared, but then she thought that her grandmother was hoarse from a cold and that’s why she had such a voice.

“It’s me, your granddaughter,” says Little Red Riding Hood. - I brought you a pie and a pot of butter!

The wolf cleared his throat and said more subtly:

“Pull the string, my child, and the door will open.”

Little Red Riding Hood pulled the string and the door opened.

The girl entered the house, and the Wolf hid under the blanket and said:

“Granddaughter, put the pie on the table, put the pot on the shelf, and lie down next to me!” You must be very tired.

Little Red Riding Hood lay down next to the Wolf and asked:

- Grandma, why do you have such big hands?

- This is to hug you tighter, my child.

- Grandma, why do you have such big ears?

- To hear better, my child.

- Grandma, why are your eyes so big?

- To see better, my child.

- Grandma, why do you have such big teeth?

- And this is so that I can eat you quickly, my child!

Before Little Red Riding Hood had time to gasp, the evil Wolf rushed at her and swallowed her along with her shoes and Little Red Riding Hood.

But, fortunately, at that time woodcutters with axes on their shoulders passed by the house. They heard a noise, ran into the house and killed the Wolf. And then they cut open his belly, and Little Red Riding Hood came out, followed by her grandmother—both safe and sound.

Tasks: Teach children to describe a toy and its appearance.

Learn to answer in full sentences, activate vocabulary, develop children’s coherent speech, reasoning skills, imagination, thinking, logic, develop creativity children, to cultivate a love for Russian folk tales.

Progress of the lesson:

Educator: - Guys, all of you hold hands and smile at each other.

Today we will go on a fabulous journey.

If a fairy tale knocks on the door,

Hurry up and let her in

Because a fairy tale is a bird,

You'll get a little scared and won't find it.

Educator: Guys, look what this is?

That's right, someone forgot the magic bag.

But there is something inside. Let's try to guess what is there, but not with the help of our eyes, but with the help of our hands. Now I’ll let a few guys feel it, and they have to name what’s inside the bag.

Children feel the bag and try to guess who is inside.

That's right guys, it's a fox, she came running to us from a fairy tale.

Guys, what do they call a fox in fairy tales? (Fox-sister, little fox, Lisa Patrikeevna).

How did you guess that there was a fox hidden in the bag? (she has a fluffy tail).

Now guys, let's try to describe our guest.

Katya, what can you tell us about fox fur? (the fox's fur is soft, fluffy, red.)

Okay, Sasha, what can you tell me about the fox’s face? (The fox's muzzle is sharp, cunning, sharp, its ears are sharp, like triangles.)

Well done Sasha.

And Daria will tell us about the fox’s tail. (The fox’s tail is long, soft, fluffy.)

Well done Daria. What can you say about the character of the fox, what is it like in fairy tales? (the fox in fairy tales is cunning, a deceiver)

Well done guys. The fox came running to us from a fairy tale, but which one do you think? In what fairy tales have we met the fox? (Fox with a rolling pin, Kolobok, Teremok, Mitten.)

Yes, indeed, in these fairy tales we meet a fox, but our guest came running from a fairy tale, where she offended the hare and kicked him out of the house. (Zayushkina's hut).

Guys, the fox brought you riddles. Let's listen to them carefully and guess them.

First we listen to the riddle and only then prepare the answer.

Our animal lives in anxiety,

The trouble takes your feet away.

Well, let's quickly guess

What is the animal's name? (hare).

Who's big and clumsy

He took the honey out of the barrel with his paw.

I ate the sweetness and roared.

And his name is (bear).

Ku-ka-re-ku he screams loudly

He flaps his wings loudly.

The faithful shepherd chicken

What is his name (rooster)

I have excellent hearing

Sharp look and subtle sense of smell

I immediately get into a fight with the cat

Because I am (a dog)

Jumping through the swamp

Green frog

Green legs

My name is (frog).

Guys, look at what animals we guessed, are they all heroes of the fairy tale “Zayushkina’s Hut”? (no, a frog from another fairy tale)

That's right guys. The fox sees that you are tired and wants to play with you.

Fizminutka:

Hey guys, are you sleeping?

Show us the animals.

The fox has a sharp nose,

She has a fluffy tail.

Red fox fur coat

Inexpressible beauty.

Fox walks through the forest

He strokes the red fur coat.

The hare was jumping through the forest,

The hare was looking for food.

Suddenly at the top of the hare's head,

Ears rose like arrows

The bunny jumped and turned around

And he bent under a tree.

The bear crawled out of the den,

Misha stretches his legs.

He walked on his toes.

And then on the heels.

On the tables are sheets of paper with circles, pencils, and on the board there is also a sheet of paper with circles.

Guys, let's remember the fairy tale "Zayushkina's hut." Sofia, tell me where the fairy tale begins.

That's right, Katya will come to the board and draw us a hare and a fox.

Katya, what distinguishes a fox from other animals?

Let's show on the first circle that this is a fox, draw sharp ears and a long muzzle.

What does the hare have that other heroes of our fairy tale do not have?

That's right, let's draw long ears for our hare.

What distinguishes the dog in our fairy tale?

That's right, let's add a ring to our dog's tail.

Nastya, what should we finish drawing to show that this is a bear?

That's right, let's draw small round ears.

Maxim will continue the tale.

Daria, what is special about the cockerel?

That's right, let's draw a comb for our cockerel, you can finish drawing the beak.

How does Seryozha’s fairy tale end?

Well done guys, you remember the fairy tale "Zayushkina's Hut" well.

And now I will show you this fairy tale with dolls.

Puppet theater show.

Once upon a time there lived a fox and a bunny. They each decided to build their own hut. The fox built an ice one, and the bunny built a bast one. But then the red spring came, and the fox’s hut melted.

Fox: Oh, oh, oh, here the scythe. What can I do, where is my house?

Hare: Your entire hut, including its porch, ran into the river. Don't worry, you fox, move in with me.

Fox: I’m lucky, I’ll tell the sideways one, I’ll kick him out of the house, I don’t want to live with him, share a crust of bread. (Addresses the hare)

Hey listen, dear Zaya! There is news

Hare: Come on! Which?

Fox: There is a vegetable garden behind the forest, there is cabbage all year round!

Hare: Is it really already time? Come on, come on, I’ll run and look for cabbage! What is this? The door is closed.

Fox: (looks out of the house) I live in a hut now

Hare: But this is my house!

Fox: I won't let you go with my scythe! (the hare moves away, sits down next to him and cries)

A dog appears.

Dog: Woof, woof, woof! I have a hot temper, I don’t fear quarrels or fights. Show me who is your enemy?

Hare: Here he sits in my hut, his ears stick out in the window

Dog: Hey fox, do you hear barking? Woof-woof-woof, go away!

Fox: As soon as I swing my tail, I will be scorched by fire, beware!

Dog: (cowardly) Oh, I completely forgot my scythe, I need to go home quickly!

A bear appears.

Bear: I am a lazy bear, I slept long and deeply, I’m afraid there will be no fights or litter. Show me where your enemy is?

Hare: Here he is sitting in my hut, his ears are sticking out of the window.

Bear: Hey! Who's in the hut? Here you will get it!

Fox: As soon as I swing my tail, I will be scorched by fire, beware!

Bear: (cowardly) Oh, I completely forgot the scythe. I need to go home quickly.

A cockerel appears.

Cockerel: Ku-ka-re-ku, ku-ka-re-ku! I’ll help, I’ll help! Don’t cry, don’t cry, scythe, we’ll quickly deal with the fox.

Fox: As soon as I swing my tail, I will be scorched by fire, beware!

Cockerel: I’ll shake my comb and the whole house will fall apart! I have a braid, come on out, fox!

Fox: Oh, I'm afraid of the rooster, oh, out of harm's way! (runs out of the house)

Hare: Well, thank you, Cockerel, I helped him cope with the fox. We will live in the house together, live together and not bother!

Did you guys like the fairy tale? What does she teach us? Well, it’s time for us to say goodbye and part with the fairy tale.

Teach children to think creatively, solve riddles, and come up with a new ending for a fairy tale.

To promote the development of children’s ability, using means of expressiveness (intonation, facial expressions, gestures, characteristic movements, posture, gait), to convey not only the external features of the characters, but also their internal experiences, various emotional states, feelings, relationships, relationships between characters; teach yourself how to convey their behavior.

Expand children's language resources and phonemic awareness.

To foster the child’s independent thinking, activity, and perseverance.

Material: bell, large Book of Fairy Tales, tabletop fairy tale theater "Kolobok", other fairy tale characters, envelope, didactic game"Get things in order"

Progress of the lesson in the middle group

Educator: Children, let's say hello and wish each other a good mood. During the greeting poem, try to guess which Wonderland we will go to today!

Come on, everyone stand in a circle,

Smile sincerely at your friends!

Hold hands together

Gather your thoughts, everyone.

A fairy tale has come to us

And she brought riddles.

Educator: Well done, you guessed correctly. Today we will travel to the land of Fairy Tales.

Educator: A fairy tale is a land of dreams and fantasies. Just close your eyes and the fairy tale will take you to its magical world. The world of good and evil, love and hate, beauty and ugliness... A fairy tale will teach you to be strong, courageous, resourceful, hardworking and kind...

Educator: Children, do you like fairy tales? What fairy tales do you know? (Children's answers)

Educator: And the “Magic Book” will help us travel around the Land of Fairy Tales (the teacher shows the children “ Big Book Fairy tales")

Educator: So, the journey begins... (teacher rings the bell)

Come on, close your eyes...

Let's go to the Land of Fairy Tales.

Book, book, hurry up,

Open the doors to the Fairy Tale!

Educator: Here we are Magic Land! But why doesn’t the Book of Fairy Tales open? Children, why do you think, what could have happened? (Children tell their versions)

Educator: I guessed, apparently, we need to guess the riddles that the Queen of Fairytale Land has prepared for us. (Children solve riddles, and the Magic Book opens to the right fairy tale- answer)

Riddles about fairy tales

He ran away from Baba and Grandfather. I met different animals. And the little fox ate the naughty one right away and was like that! (“Kolobok”)

I’ll tell you, children, a fairy tale: about the Cat, about the Dog, and about Grandfather, and about Baba, and about the Mouse and Granddaughter. And if you remember all of them, you will guess the name of the fairy tale. ("Turnip")

A girl sits in a basket on a bear's strong back. Why did she hide there? I never confessed to anyone! ("Masha and the Bear")

Educator: Well done, you guessed all the riddles correctly! I wonder what the next page will be?

Educator: This is the “know-it-all” page. Now let’s check how well you know Russian folk tales:

The Fox treated the Crane... (what?)

Who stole the Cockerel?

Who did the straw bull bring to Baba and Grandfather?

What did the Wolf say when he caught fish in the hole with his tail?

Can a Hedgehog really outrun a Hare? How about in a fairy tale?

What song did Kolobok sing to the Fox? What kind of fairy tale is this?

Educator: You are smart children, you know all the fairy tales! Now let's turn the next page... Probably some kind of surprise awaits us! Look how big the envelope is. What's in it? (Children look at the envelope and illustrations for the fairy tale)

Educator: It’s not clear what kind of fairy tale this is? Children, try to guess!

Exercise “Get events in order”

(children must in the right order Lay out the pictures and guess what kind of fairy tale it is)

Educator: That's right, you guessed it - this is the fairy tale “Kolobok”. Let's remember the heroes of this fairy tale. Which of the heroes is good (evil, cunning, insecure, daring, timid). Why do you think so?

Educator: Children, do you think all the heroes of the fairy tale had the same mood? Let's try to show it (children convey the mood, emotions, movements of the characters).

How concerned was Grandma when Kolobok was baking?

How happy was Kolobok Grandfather?

What was Kolobok's mood when he ran away from Baba and Grandfather?

Show how Kolobok and Bunny (Wolf, Bear, Fox) met.

Did the main character's mood change throughout the story? How? Why?

Sing Kolobok's song, happy, sad, scared...

Educator: Children, remember how the fairy tale “Kolobok” ended? Do you like this ending? Let's try to remake it in a better and more instructive manner. (Children express their versions)

Educator: Well done, you did a great job. I think Kolobok will only be grateful to you, kids, his adventures ended so well!

Educator: Let’s turn over another page of our Magic Book... Another surprise awaits us (the teacher shows the children the characters of the tabletop theater "Kolobok" and others fairy-tale heroes: pig, cockerel, cat, goat, dog...)

Educator: Let's try to come up with a new fairy tale about "Kolobok" and also with an interesting ending (children act out a table theater new fairy tale"Kolobok")

Educator: Well done! What a wonderful fairy tale we have created. Come up with a new name for it (“The Adventures of Kolobok”, “The Journey of Kolobok”, “How Kolobok Became Smart”, “Kolobok and the Cockerel”, “The Return of Kolobok” ...)

Educator: Here is the last page of the Magic Book of Fairy Tales! Our journey has come to an end! Educator. Unfortunately, it’s time for us to return to kindergarten (rings the bell).

Eyes are closing...

And we're going to kindergarten...

We have returned from the Fairy Tale.

Educator: And again we are in kindergarten. And in memory of our have a wonderful trip I have prepared gifts for you - pictures of your favorite fairy-tale characters. Color them and together with your friends come up with many new ones, interesting tales or stories.

Educator: Goodbye, children. And never forget that fairy tales are our friends. They live in our heart, in our soul, in our mind and imagination. Invent, fantasize - and the fairy tale will never leave you; will always be there, will delight and surprise you!

Created 12/01/2014 16:32 Updated 02/16/2017 10:19

• “The Fox and the Bear” (Mordovian);
• “The War of Mushrooms and Berries” - V. Dal;
• "Wild Swans" - H.K. Andersen;
• “Chest-airplane” - H.K. Andersen;
• “The Gluttonous Shoe” - A.N. Tolstoy;
• “Cat on a Bicycle” - S. Cherny;
• “Near the Lukomorye there is a green oak tree...” - A.S. Pushkin;
• “The Little Humpbacked Horse” - P. Ershov;
• “The Sleeping Princess” - V. Zhukovsky;
• “Mr. Au” - H. Mäkelä;
• "The Ugly Duckling" - H.K. Andersen;
• “Everyone in his own way” - G. Skrebitsky;
• “Frog – Traveler” - V. Garshin;
• “Deniska’s stories” - V. Dragunsky;
• “The Tale of Tsar Saltan” - A.S. Pushkin;
• “Moroz Ivanovich” - V. Odoevsky;
• “Mistress Blizzard” - Br. Grimm;
• “The Tale of Lost Time” - E. Schwartz;
• “Golden Key” - A.N. Tolstoy;
• “Guarantee men” - E. Uspensky;
• "Black chicken, or Underground inhabitants" - A. Pogorelsky;
• "The Tale of dead princess and about the seven heroes" - A.S. Pushkin;
• “Baby Elephant” - R. Kipling;
• “The Scarlet Flower” - K. Aksakov;
• “Flower - seven flowers” ​​- V. Kataev;
• “The cat who could sing” - L. Petrushevsky.

Senior group (5-6 years old)

• “Winged, furry and oily” (model by Karanoukhova);
• “The Frog Princess” (Bulatov’s sample);
• “Ear of Bread” - A. Remizov;
• “Gray Neck” by D. Mamin-Sibiryak;
• “Finist - clear falcon” - r.n. fairy tale;
• “The Case of Yevseyka” - M. Gorky;
• “Twelve Months” (translated by S. Marshak);
• “Silver Hoof” - P. Bazhov;
• “Doctor Aibolit” - K. Chukovsky;
• “Bobik visiting Barbos” - N. Nosov;
• “Boy - Thumb” - C. Perrault;
• “The Trusting Hedgehog” - S. Kozlov;
• “Khavroshechka” (model by A.N. Tolstoy);
• “Princess - a piece of ice” - L. Charskaya;
• “Thumbelina” - H. Andersen;
• “Flower - seven-colored flower” - V. Kataev;
• “The Secret of the Third Planet” - K. Bulychev;
• "Wizard emerald city"(chapters) - A. Volkov;
• “A dog’s sorrows” - B. Zakhader;
• “The Tale of Three Pirates” - A. Mityaev.

Middle group (4-5 years old)

• “About the girl Masha, about the dog, the cockerel and the cat Nitochka” - A. Vvedensky;
• “Carrying Cow” - K. Ushinsky;
• “Zhurka” - M. Prishvin;
• “The Three Little Pigs” (translation by S. Marshak);
• “Fox - sister and wolf” (arranged by M. Bulatov);
• “Winter quarters” (arranged by I. Sokolov-Mikitov);
• “The Fox and the Goat” (arranged by O. Kapitsa;
• “About Ivanushka the Fool” - M. Gorky;
• “Telephone” - K. Chukovsky;
• “Winter's Tale” - S. Kozlova;
• “Fedorino’s grief” - K. Chukovsky;
• "Musicians of Bremen" - Brothers Grimm;
• “The Dog That Couldn’t Bark” (translation from Danish by A. Tanzen);
• “Kolobok – a prickly side” - V. Bianchi;
• “Who said “Meow!”?” - V. Suteev;
• "The Tale of an Ill-mannered Mouse."

II junior group (3-4 years)

• “The Wolf and the Little Goats” (model by A.N. Tolstoy);
• “Goby - black barrel, white hoof” (model by M. Bulatov);
• “Fear has big eyes” (arranged by M. Serova);
• “Visiting the Sun” (Slovak fairy tale);
• “Two Greedy Little Bears” (Hungarian fairy tale);
• “Chicken” - K. Chukovsky;
• “Fox, hare, rooster” - r.n. fairy tale;
• “Rukovichka” (Ukrainian, model N. Blagina);
• “The Cockerel and the Bean Seed” - (arranged by O. Kapitsa);
• “Three Brothers” - (Khakassian, translated by V. Gurov);
• “About the chicken, the sun and the little bear” - K. Chukovsky;
• "a fairy tale about brave hare– long ears, slanting eyes, short tail” - S. Kozlov;
• “Teremok” (model by E. Charushin);
• “Fox-bast-footer” (model by V. Dahl);
• “The Sly Fox” (Koryak, trans. G. Menovshchikov);
• “Cat, rooster and fox” (arranged by Bogolyubskaya);
• “Geese - Swans” (arranged by M. Bulatov);
• “Gloves” - S. Marshak;
• “The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish” - A. Pushkin.

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