Any fairy tale is a story invented by adults in order to teach a child how to behave in a given situation. All edifying tales give the child life experience and allow him to understand worldly wisdom in a simple and understandable form.

Short, instructive and interesting fairy tales help shape a child into a harmonious personality. They also force children to think and reflect, develop fantasy, imagination, intuition and logic. Usually fairy tales teach children to be kind and brave, giving them the meaning of life - to be honest, to help the weak, to respect elders, to make their own choices and be responsible for them.

Instructive good fairy tales help kids understand where is good and where is evil, distinguish truth from lies, and also teach what is good and what is bad.

About the squirrel

One little boy bought a squirrel at the fair. A squirrel lived in a cage and no longer hoped that the boy would take it to the forest and let it go. But one day the boy was cleaning the cage in which the squirrel lived and forgot to close it with a loop after cleaning. The squirrel jumped out of the cage and first galloped to the window, jumped onto the windowsill, jumped from the window into the garden, from the garden onto the street and galloped into the forest located nearby.

The squirrel met her friends and relatives there. Everyone was very happy, hugged the squirrel, kissed it and asked where it had been, how it had lived and how it was doing. The squirrel says that she lived well, the owner-boy fed her deliciously, groomed and cherished her, looked after her, stroked and took care of his little pet every day.

Of course, other squirrels began to envy our squirrel, and one of her friends asked why the squirrel left such a good owner who cared so much about her. The squirrel thought for a second and replied that the owner took care of her, but she lacked the most important thing, but we didn’t hear what, because the wind rustled in the forest and the squirrel’s last words were drowned in the noise of leaves. What do you guys think, what did the squirrel lack?

This short tale has a very deep subtext; it shows that everyone needs freedom and the right to choose. This fairy tale is instructive, it is suitable for children 5-7 years old, you can read it to your kids and have short discussions with them.

Educational cartoon for children, Forest Tale cartoon about animals

Russian tales

About a playful cat and an honest starling

Once upon a time there lived a kitten and a starling in the same house with the same owner. Once the owner went to the market, and the kitten played around. He started catching his tail, then he chased a ball of thread around the room, he jumped onto a chair and wanted to jump onto the windowsill, but he broke a vase.

The kitten was scared, let's collect the pieces of the vase into a pile, I wanted to put the vase back together, but you can't return what you did. The cat says to the starling:

- Oh, and I’ll get it from the mistress. Starling, be a friend, don’t tell the hostess that I broke the vase.

The starling looked at this and said:

“I won’t tell you, but the fragments themselves will say everything for me.”

This educational fairy tale for children will teach children 5-7 years old to understand that they need to be responsible for their actions, and also to think before doing anything. The meaning inherent in this fairy tale is very important. Such short and kind fairy tales for children with a clear meaning will be useful and educational.

Russian Fairy Tales: Three Woodmen

Folk tales

About the Helping Bunny

In the thicket of the forest, in a clearing, the Helping Bunny lived with other animals. The neighbors called him that because he always helped everyone. Either Hedgehog will help carry the brushwood to the hole, or the Bear will help collect raspberries. Bunny was kind and cheerful. But a misfortune happened in the clearing. The son of the Bear, Mishutka, got lost, went in the morning to the edge of the clearing to pick raspberries, and went into the bowl.

Mishutka did not notice how he got lost in the forest, feasted on a sweet raspberry and did not notice how he went far from home. Sits under a bush and cries. Mama Bear noticed that her baby was not there, and it was already getting dark, so she went to the neighbors. But there is no child anywhere. Then the neighbors gathered and went to look for Mishutka in the forest. They walked for a long time, calling, right up to midnight. But no one responds. The animals returned to the edge of the forest and decided to continue the search tomorrow morning. We went home, had dinner and went to bed.

Only the Helping Bunny decided to stay up all night and continue the search. He walked through the forest with a flashlight, calling Mishutka. He hears someone crying under a bush. I looked in, and there was a tear-stained, chilled Mishutka sitting there. I saw the Helping Bunny and was very happy.

Bunny and Mishutka returned home together. Mother Bear was happy and thanked the Helping Bunny. All the neighbors are proud of Bunny, after all, he was able to find Mishutka, a hero, he didn’t give up the case halfway.

This interesting fairy tale teaches children that they need to insist on their own, and not give up what they started halfway. Also, the meaning of the fairy tale is that you cannot follow your desires, you need to think so as not to get into such a difficult situation as Mishutka. Read such short stories for your children aged 5-7 years at night.

Fairy tale The Wolf and the Seven Little Goats. Audio fairy tales for children. Russian folk tales

Bedtime Stories

About the calf and the cockerel

One day a calf was nibbling grass near the fence, and a cockerel came up to him. The cockerel began to look for grain in the grass, but suddenly he saw a cabbage leaf. The cockerel was surprised and pecked at a cabbage leaf and said indignantly:

The cockerel did not like the taste of the cabbage leaf and decided to offer it to the calf. The cockerel tells him:

But the calf did not understand what was the matter and what the cockerel wanted and said:

The cockerel says:

- Ko! - and points with his beak at the leaf.

- Mu-u??? – the little calf won’t understand everything.

So the cockerel and the calf stand and say:

- Ko! Mooo! Ko! Mooo!

But the goat heard them, sighed, came up and said:

Me-me-me!

Yes, and I ate a leaf of cabbage.

This fairy tale will be interesting for children 5-7 years old; it can be read to kids at night.

Little tales

How a fox got rid of nettles in the garden.

One day a fox went out into the garden and saw that a lot of nettles had grown there. I wanted to pull it out, but decided that it wasn’t even worth trying. I was about to go into the house, but here comes the wolf:

- Hello, godfather, what are you doing?

And the sly fox answers him:

- Oh, you see, godfather, how many beautiful things I have lost. Tomorrow I will clean and store it.

- What for? - asks the wolf.

“Well,” says the fox, “the one who smells nettles is not taken by a dog’s fang.” Look, godfather, don’t come close to my nettles.

The fox turned and went into the house to sleep. She wakes up in the morning and looks out the window, and her garden is empty, not a single nettle remains. The fox smiled and went to prepare breakfast.

Tale of the Hare's Hut. Russian folk tales for children. Bedtime story

Illustrations for fairy tales

Many fairy tales that you will read to kids are accompanied by colorful illustrations. When choosing illustrations for fairy tales to show them to children, try to ensure that the animals in the drawings look like animals, they have the correct body proportions and well-drawn clothing details.

This is very important for children 4-7 years old, since at this age aesthetic taste is formed and the child makes his first attempts to draw animals and other fairy tale characters. At 5-7 years of age, a child should understand what proportions animals have and be able to diagram them on paper independently.

Late evening, twilight, clean, soft bed and pillow. The night light is on. There is rustling rain outside the window. A child does not fall asleep after a stormy, eventful day, although this is surprising to us adults: after all, he is tired and has been running around. And all because the abundance of impressions does not allow the brain to relax and the consciousness to switch off. To trigger the sleep mechanism, quiet music or reading educational bedtime stories for children with many characters and happily resolved situations are suitable. Each short story is necessarily accompanied by a logical conclusion, conclusion, and epilogue.

Lessons of truthfulness and philanthropy

Who among us has not read “The Wizard of the Emerald City” or “The Adventures of Puss in Boots”, or thought about the antics of Lisa-Patrikeevna and the ingenuity of Tiny Khavroshechka? There are so many accurate observations and aphoristic statements on the pages of these books. Colorfully illustrated collections of original and folk tales transferred to digital media - audio files - are an excellent help for mothers, fathers, grandfathers and grandmothers. So, we read instructive tales - the best examples of oral folk art.

The legend about the epic hero Ilya Muromets. He sat on the stove for 33 years, then became a defender of the people. The enemy will not dare to commit outrages in Rus'. Boys especially love stories about campaigns, military battles, battles, and sea voyages.

And here is the Goldfish. She left the Old Woman and the submissive, unrequited Fisherman with nothing. Gluttony, greed and cowardice are shameful. Marfa demanded expensive gifts from Morozko, and as a result was content with a cart pulled by pigs. Onlookers laugh and point at the greedy ugly woman. No reader wants to be ridiculed.

The land gives a rich harvest of apples, wheat, and vegetables to those who work on it. And Lazy Guy with a big spoon is uncomfortable at the table. He opened the lid, and there was a frog in the pan. Serves you right, lazybones! Every event that the reader talks about has a moral overtone.

Complex relationships between people of different origins, status, income, and norms of behavior in society are presented indirectly, allegorically, while being as clear and intelligible as possible. Listening to the voice of an actor who is able to convey in color the entire content of the text, intonationally marking important, culminating moments, kids involuntarily pronounce striking phrases and phrases to themselves, enriching their speech. At the same time, they put themselves in the shoes of the characters and make choices together with them.

Talk, discuss - but only in the morning

The narrative certainly leads to some kind of conclusion. There is no need to guess: it was possible or not to punish greed, to protect kindness and cordiality. What has the cunning man come to, who loves to receive benefits for free, without effort, taking advantage of the short-sightedness and gullibility of others. Why does the careless, uneducated, simpleton lose? How diligence and patience are rewarded. Having modest life experience, due to their age, the offspring are not able to figure out where black and white are, truth and lies. Sometimes you simply lack imagination. A ready-made recipe is the best option. There are two, or even several ways to solve the problem. “What will you choose? Look: the chosen crooked path will lead the stupid, envious, and wicked to a dead end; the brave, sensible, and generous will lead to prosperity and happiness.”

Having become familiar with a new topic online, little why will ask a lot of questions. They must be answered. But you shouldn’t immediately discuss what you heard; it’s better to postpone these conversations until the morning. The audiobook is always at hand, you can listen to the file again.

Parents who want to achieve conscious, rather than mechanical obedience, give their son or daughter examples from real life and literature. “You reminded me of Emelya, the Wise Minnow, Nesmeyana, Oorfene Deuce, Vasya Perestukin...” Trying on any negative character is not very pleasant. But this simplifies the assessment of the offense. “I’m not bad, I just made a mistake, followed my mood, took the wrong step. Next time everything will be different."

A person nurtures a moral principle within himself, and those around him help him in this. It’s wonderful that literature, painting, cinema, and radio shows exist in the world.

The discoveries he makes every day will remain in the memory of the young researcher: adults respect inquisitive, intelligent, unarrogant, sensitive, and sincere people. Life in general is fair.

Alyosha’s parents usually returned home late after work. He came home from school on his own, warmed up his lunch, did his homework, played and waited for mom and dad. Alyosha went to a music school twice a week; it was very close to the school. From early childhood, the boy was accustomed to his parents working a lot, but he never complained, he understood that they were trying for him.

Nadya has always been an example for her younger brother. An excellent student at school, she still managed to study at music school and help her mother at home. She had many friends in her class, they visited each other and sometimes even did homework together. But for class teacher Natalya Petrovna, Nadya was the best: she always managed to do everything, but also helped others. There was only talk both at school and at home about how “Nadya is a smart girl, what a helper, what a smart girl Nadya is.” Nadya was pleased to hear such words, because it was not in vain that people praised her.

Little Zhenya was a very greedy boy; he used to bring candy to kindergarten and not share it with anyone. And to all the comments from Zhenya’s teacher, Zhenya’s parents responded like this: “Zhenya is still too small to share with anyone, so let him grow up a little, then he will understand.”

Petya was the most pugnacious boy in the class. He constantly pulled the girls' pigtails and tripped the boys. It wasn't that he liked it very much, but he believed that it made him stronger than the other guys, and this was undoubtedly nice to know. But there was also a downside to this behavior: no one wanted to be friends with him. Petya’s desk neighbor, Kolya, got it especially hard. He was an excellent student, but he never allowed Petya to copy from him and did not give any hints on tests, so Petya was offended by him for this.

Spring has come. In the city, the snow turned gray and began to settle, and merry drops could be heard from the rooftops. There was a forest outside the city. Winter still reigned there, and the sun's rays barely made their way through the thick spruce branches. But then one day something moved under the snow. A stream appeared. He gurgled cheerfully, trying to make his way through the blocks of snow up to the sun.

The bus was stuffy and very crowded. He was squeezed from all sides, and he already regretted a hundred times that he decided to go to the next doctor’s appointment early in the morning. He drove and thought that quite recently, it would seem, but in fact seventy years ago, he rode the bus to school. And then the war began. He didn’t like to remember what he experienced there, why bring up the past. But every year on June twenty-second he locked himself in his apartment, did not answer calls and did not go anywhere. He remembered those who volunteered with him to the front and did not return. The war was also a personal tragedy for him: during the battles of Moscow and Stalingrad, his father and older brother died.

Even though it was only mid-March, the snow had almost melted. Streams ran through the streets of the village, in which paper boats sailed merrily, overtaking each other. They were launched by local boys returning home after school.

Katya always dreamed about something: how she would become a famous doctor, how she would fly to the moon, or how she would invent something useful for all humanity. Katya also loved animals very much. At home she lived with a dog, Laika, a cat, Marusya, and two parrots, which were given to her by her parents for her birthday, as well as fish and a turtle.

Mom came home from work a little early today. As soon as she closed the front door, Marina immediately threw herself on her neck:
- Mom, mommy! I almost got run over by a car!
- What are you talking about! Well, turn around, I'll look at you! How did this happen?

It was spring. The sun was shining very brightly, the snow had almost melted. And Misha was really looking forward to summer. In June he turned twelve years old, and his parents promised to give him a new bicycle for his birthday, which he had long dreamed of. He already had one, but Misha, as he himself liked to say, “grew out of it a long time ago.” He did well in school, and his mom and dad, and sometimes his grandparents, would give him money as praise for his excellent behavior or good grades. Misha did not spend this money, he saved it. He had a big piggy bank where he put all the money that was given to him. Since the beginning of the school year, he had accumulated a significant amount, and the boy wanted to offer his parents this money so that they could buy him a bicycle before his birthday, he really wanted to ride.

Speaking about instructive tales, we recall the works of the Soviet teacher Vasily Sukhomlinsky. Every family with children or grandchildren should have books with these wonderful stories.

Unfortunately, educational fairy tales for children from this teacher are not often published. Therefore, we decided to publish some of them to help the parents of our students. Some have already been published.

I have heard many times from adults how they themselves are captivated, if not morally shaken, by the stories and fairy tales of Vasily Sukhomlinsky. We will be glad if you, dear reader, find them useful.

Tales of Sukhomlinsky V.A.

Who should go for firewood?

On the edge of the village lived a widow with three sons. The two sons are already grown-up young men, tall, stately, nice, and handsome. And the third - teenager Yura - small, thin, like a reed.
It was winter. Deep snow fell, the north wind blew, and the frost crackled. The mother says - as if to herself, but so that the children can hear:
- It's cold, children. But there is no firewood... Who should go for firewood?
The eldest sons are silent, their heads bent, they look at the ground and are hacking away at the stove.
“I’ll go get some firewood, mom,” said the youngest son.
– Aren’t you afraid of frost? - the mother asks and glances at her older sons.
“No, I’m not afraid,” the son answers and gets dressed.
“Well, go, Yura,” said the mother, tightly belted him and kissed her son.
Yura went. And immediately it became so quiet in the house, as if every living thing in the world was listening and thinking: what will happen? And the wind in the yard died down. The two eldest sons raised their heads, looked at their mother and said:
“We’ll go to the forest too, mom.”
“Go, sons,” the mother whispered and cried with joy.

Bee and pumpkin flower

The Bee flew into the field for honey - far, far away. And the sun is already setting. Bee found a large pumpkin field. Pumpkin flowers are large, the petals are yellow, bright as the sun. A bee flew from one flower to another, collecting honey. She raised her head, looked around and screamed like a bee in fear: the sun had set, the stars were twinkling in the sky, a cricket was singing in the field. “What should I do now?” - thinks the Bee.
“Sit under my petals,” Pumpkin Flower tells her. “You’ll spend the night and fly home in the morning.”
The Bee sat down on the sweet stamens, and the Flower covered her with petals.
Pumpkin Flower is sleeping. The Bee is sleeping. The field is sleeping. The whole world is sleeping, only the stars are twinkling in the sky.
So the sun appeared from behind the forest. Pumpkin Flower opened its petals. Bee woke up. Time to fly home. But something trembled in the little bee’s heart - sad and warm. Something was holding the Bee near the Flower.
The Bee bowed low to the Pumpkin Flower and said:
– Thank you, Flower, for your hospitality. The flower sighed. He also didn’t want to part with Bee.
But the sun had already risen above the horizon, the lark was singing in the sky, butterflies were flying - the day had begun. The bee circled over the Pumpkin Flower and flew home, bringing honey to the children.

Why is the titmouse crying?

A husband and wife lived in a house on the edge of the village. They had two children - a boy Misha and a girl Olya. Misha was ten years old, and Olya was nine. A tall, branchy poplar grew near the house.
“Let’s make a swing on the poplar,” said Misha.
- Oh, how good it will be to swing! – Olya was delighted.
Misha climbed up the poplar and tied a rope to the branches. Misha and Olya stood on the swing and let’s swing. Children are swinging, and a titmouse flies around them and sings, sings.
Misha says:
- The titmouse is also having fun because we are swinging.
Olya looked at the tree trunk and saw a hollow, and in the hollow there was a nest, and in the nest there were small birds.
“The titmouse is not happy, but crying,” said Olya
- Why is she crying? – Misha was surprised.
“Think about why,” Olya answered.
Misha jumped off the swing, looked at the titmouse’s nest and thought: “Why is she crying?”

Stone

In the meadow, under a spreading oak tree, there was a spring for many years. She gave people water. The travelers were resting under an oak tree near the spring.
One day a boy came to the oak tree. He loved to play pranks. So he thought:
“What will happen if I take this stone and throw it into the well? It’ll probably gurgle a lot!”
He picked up a stone and threw it into the well. It gurgled loudly. The boy laughed, ran and forgot about his action.
The stone fell to the bottom and closed the vent.
The water stopped filling the well.
The spring has dried up.
The grass near the spring dried up, and the oak tree withered, because the underground streams flowed somewhere else.
The nightingale stopped building its nest on the oak tree. He flew to another meadow.
The nightingale's song fell silent.
It became sad in the meadow.
Many years have passed. The boy became a grandfather. One day he came to the place where there once was a green meadow, where there was a spreading oak tree, and a cool spring flowing.
There was no meadow, no oak, no nightingale, no spring. Only sand, the wind raises clouds of dust.
“Where did it all go?” - thought the grandfather.

Oak under the window

The young forester built a large stone house in the forest and planted an oak tree under the window.
The years passed, the forester’s children grew up, the oak tree grew, and the forester grew old.
And many years later, when the forester became a grandfather, the oak tree grew so large that it covered the window.
It became dark in the room, and a beauty lived in it - the forester’s granddaughter.
“Cut down the oak tree, grandfather,” the granddaughter asks, “it’s dark in the room.”
“We’ll start tomorrow morning,” the grandfather answers.
Morning has come. The grandfather called his three sons and nine grandchildren, called his beautiful granddaughter and said:
- We will move the house to another place.
And he went with a shovel to dig a ditch for the foundation. Three sons, nine grandchildren and a beautiful granddaughter followed him.

Girl and daisy

On a beautiful sunny morning, a little girl went out to play in a green meadow. Suddenly he hears someone crying.
The girl listened and realized: the crying was coming from under a stone that lay on the edge of the clearing. The stone is small, like a rabbit's head, but very hard. The girl asks:
-Who is crying under the stone?
“It’s me, Romashka,” a weak voice was heard. - Free me, girl, the stone is crushing me...
The girl threw back the stone and saw the delicate, pale stem of Chamomile.
“Thank you, girl,” said Chamomile, straightening her shoulders and taking a deep breath. – You freed me from Stone Oppression.
- How did you get under the stone? – the girl asked. “Stone Oppression deceived me,” answered Chamomile. – I was a little chamomile seed. In autumn I was looking for a warm corner. Stone Oppression gave me shelter and promised to protect me from cold and heat. And when I wanted to see Sunny, he almost ran over me. I want to be yours, girl.
The girl came to Romashka, and they met the Sun together.
– How good it is to be yours, girl! - Chamomile often said.
– What if you grew up in the forest or at the edge of the road? Would you be a draw? – the girl asked.
“I would die of grief,” said Chamomile quietly. There are no colors. They are always someone else's. There's that Fiery Poppy - she's friends with the Sun.
The sun whispers to her: “You are mine, Fiery Poppy.” I hear this whisper when the Sun rises and the Poppy opens its petals. But that Cornflower is a friend of the Spring Wind. He is the first to fly to Vasilko every morning, wakes him up and whispers: “Wake up!” A flower could not live if it were no one's.

Flute and Wind

A Musician was sitting on a bench in the garden. He played the flute. Birds, trees, and flowers listened to his wonderful song. Even Veterok lay down under a bush and listened in amazement to the flute playing. The Musician played about the sun in the blue sky, about a little white cloud, about a gray bird-lark and about happy children's eyes.
The song stopped, the Musician put the flute on the bench and went home. The wind rose from under the bush, flew to the flute and blew with all its might.
The flute began to hum, like autumn weather under the eaves. The wind blew even stronger, but the flute did not play - it hummed and hummed.
“Why is this so? - thinks the Wind. “I can easily uproot oak trees and throw roofs off houses.” Why doesn’t the flute obey me - doesn’t it play?”

Where were the ants going?

A squirrel was sitting on a tree. She was eating peas. So delicious that I even closed my eyes. A tiny pea fell to the ground. Behind her is the second, third. A lot of tiny bits fell to the ground.
And the Ant was running along a path among the grass. I was in a hurry to find food for the little ants. She was in a hurry to go to the bashtan: she found out that there were a lot of sweet watermelon crumbs there. Suddenly he sees tiny peas falling from the tree. I tried Ant - the peas are fragrant and tasty. Ant took a tiny pea to the anthill and told the neighbors:
- Let's run, ants, pea by pea.
The ants gathered for the journey. And the ant babies eat the little one that their mother brought and share it with their friends. There was enough for all the children in the anthill, and there was still some left. And the ants are already under the tree. They collected the crumbs and took them home. Enough food for the whole winter.

Bunny and Moon

It's cold in winter for the Bunny. He ran out to the edge of the forest, and night had already fallen. The frost is crackling, the snow glistens from the Moon, the cold wind is blowing from the ravine.
The Bunny sat down under a bush, stretched out his paws to the Moon, and asked:
- Moon, my love, warm me with your rays, otherwise it will be a long time to wait for the Sun.
The Month Bunny felt sorry for him, and he said:
- Go through the field, through the field, I will light your way, run to a large stack of straw.
The Bunny ran to the stack of straw, buried himself in the stack, looked out, and smiled at the Moon:
- Thank you, beloved Moon, now your rays are warm, warm.

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 “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. - He's 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 doing that! 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! - 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 man, from the smart chicken, from the scallop cockerel, and from you, little duck, I’ll also run away!” - said the pie and rolled on.

He rolled for a long, long time and looked to see 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 fidgety 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 restless 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. 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 bull - 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. There will be a noble 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 got 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:

- Go away! 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 a walk,” said Nif-Nif and somersaulted over his head.

“When necessary, I’ll 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 matter. 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 could 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 lay the stone wall of his house, 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 burst 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 of the 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 living 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 behind a large tree, and he had such a terrible look, such evil eyes and such a toothy mouth that Nif-Nif and Nuf-Nuf had a chill run down their backs and their thin tails began to tremble little and little.

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!

- You heard? - 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 rough voice of the wolf rang out.

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

- Ah well! Well, hang in there! 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.

- 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 ever

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 driving 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. - Alright, I'm off...

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. The Hare trembled with fright like an autumn leaf. 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, 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. - 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?

- Exactly! - he answered, rejoicing. - We will support each other everywhere and always...

However, the boastful Hare, after those events, deprived, they say, of the gift of speech, ashamed of his appearance, still runs 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 his 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 think of having fun when it comes to 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 courtyard, 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 set off.

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:

“Well, 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 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, wherever 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. Everyone was very tired from the long journey, 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 went to church, and all of God’s creation was happy, and the hedgehog too.

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 relies on his long legs, but I can handle him. 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. - It's 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. So that!

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 gets there 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 into 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.