A fable is a poetic or prose literary work which is instructive and satirical.
Moreover, the characters in fables are most often not people, but animals. And these animals are characterized by quite human qualities: a fox - cunning, an owl - wisdom, crayfish - stubbornness, and a monkey - stupidity. Fables appeared in the ancient world - in the 6th-5th centuries BC. Let us recall at least the fables of the famous ancient Greek philosopher Aesop. And from the very beginning of its existence, fables taught people. What do fables teach?
One can talk for a very long time about what fables make fun of. First of all, fables make fun of human vices: lies, immorality, laziness, stupidity, boasting, ignorance. In the heroes of fables, each person finds an animal similar to himself. The situations described by the authors in fables are always very vital, and therefore any person is able to transfer them to his own life, which means to find one of the vices in himself and correct it.
In addition, due to the satirical, ironic notes of the fable, the reader not only learns to understand his vices and correct them, but also to laugh at himself.
Such a sense of humor is, of course, extremely beneficial for a person’s psychological health. One Jewish proverb says: “Blessed are those who know how to laugh at themselves, for the source of their delight will not dry up until the end of their days.”
So read fables, write fables, laugh at yourself and become wiser, more humane, more far-sighted!
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1. dandelion wine
ONCE..
(LG - based on the publications of Olga (Antirozochka), her own picture and voice acting)
One day, Squirrel and Elephant,
Sitting on a long window sill ..
We decided to write a fable..
Squirrel screamed - Your m..t,
It took us a long time to decide!
Elephant echoed (likes to cock) -
There is intrigue, where do we start?
We will compose a fable .. together!
There will be morality in it, that's for sure!
They sat down at the computer .. day and night
They wrote a fable .. Each his own
He added a touch to it .. Oh-oh .......
Belka scribbled about nuts,
About what you need them without haste
Collect and dry later
And - put in storage -
In an ordinary table .. Let them lie down,
Then just pull out, at a glance
Decide what to get out, what to sort out ..
Then already .. yes .. treat,
Nuts (well, she knows better))
Friends visiting her..
Elephant .. covered his questions -
For example, will coconuts be able to
Lie in the usual bins
So long? With a keyboard in hand
(To write down in one moment ..)
He experimented -
Having collected what you can .. (next to the house)
Immature treated friends..
A Cactus (friend of the Elephant and the Squirrel,
Comrade, let's say, not small)),
I had to try .. in the morning,
What is delicious, but what is mura ..
Squirrel nuts are wonderful!
Fresh, yet seasoned! It's clear,
What from storage is nothing
Neither the meaning nor the essence was affected.
Coconuts .. here is a failure ..
Ate their cactus groaning, crying,
Twisted ears, brain .. stomach ..
Not everyone, apparently, will chew,
Well, he can swallow
What should .. ferment,
Hurry up first, settle down ..
Alas, I have to spit ..
Moral, you ask, what is it?
She looks quite simple.
And no one will be surprised.
Shhh.. Cactus knows.. but is silent..))
2. Wasia
FABLE
Lawlessness was noticed in the earthly kingdom by every creature.
An endless turn is being made, where everyone, respecting only the stomach, eats his friends with the delight of the desired.
All the animals gathered for a general meeting. From young to old, everyone boldly, frankly brings his truth to the prophetic judgment.
A microbe crept in silently into the conversation; the trees rustled with their crowns; the grass rustled modestly; a worm peeped out of a mink for a moment - it’s good and sweet in your womb, why do you offend me? because I love you! and enjoy the rest...
The fish tried to insert their word weightily. On them, on the birds, insects gnashed.
Shh, - the snakes soothed, - do not be offended; we ate very little.
But fairer, louder than all, the birds spoke, animals that kept order, but did not eat grass. Lice lovingly kissed their skulls passionately
- Ah! our righteous! how sweet is your great brain.
What is the point?
No matter what passions flared up on the courts
It is more important for the beast to understand -
All the speech of the great proud
Only echoes of those times
When she was laid in their mouths.
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STOMACH
Once upon a time in the ancient kingdom,
Still walking in the days of the flood,
Animals gathered for advice
To judge the meaning of life, where did death come from,
Kohl had not heard of her for centuries before.
The question is serious. The discussions have been going on for years.
Meanwhile, this way and that, the skins were decorated
Yes, they gained experience in declaring the fidelity of ideas.
Apophyosis of animal spores
It was, as usual, surprisingly simple.
Rumbling in the stomach.
In the womb, the buffalo confessed the praise of life.
The lion responded powerfully to his speech.
But, animalistically, he was right
Opening voluptuously his huge throat
In a smile of happiness, delicious food.
The moral of the fable is simple -
If you want to become the greatest of animals,
Decorate the skin brighter
Tell me louder
And sell your life
For the good of life.
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HUNTING
Cheetah was taught by mom
That there is nothing in the world better than a doe.
Became independent. Has grown up.
Swinging like a mangy dog after a beating,
He got to the bush in the shade, fell.
Tongue from mouth to tail swept long. Tired.
Shhh... I'll bite... The serpent whispered. You nearly trampled me.
And swallow the mouse, the prodigal cat, prevented.
You can't show love by becoming a brake on a doe.
You don't catch mice in a closet.
But, since you love a quick doe,
Learn to run with her
To not run away.
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MONKEY
There is a basis, without Yang only.
space age.
For a long time no one climbed trees,
For a long time no one walks straight.
Everything is in technology, on the machine, everything is in flight.
Shabby by the expanse of the starry gloomy monkeys
I suddenly noticed
And no one has landed their liner yet.
Yes - automatically released into flight,
I flew. Received orders from the ground.
And I saw the stars, and the fields, and the mountains
But somehow it floated by,
On a legacy autopilot.
And you can see the port under the landing wing,
Yes, the autopilot pulls uphill.
Decided monkeys from transcendental heights
At least somehow bring your starship to the sinful earth.
There was one twist. Strained.
And knocked out the autopilot.
Oh what a start! Nightmare!
In all four hands, grabbing the helm.
There is a chance to sit down safely,
Yes, I didn’t see the landing instructions in the eyes, no one gave honor.
And the airfield takes in the eye,
And the darkness of the buttons! Where is the gas, where is the brake, where is the fender liner?
And there is no fifth hand, turn on the autopilot.
And ... all failed, -
Solves monkeys, -
There is fuel, there are at least a hundred ladies laps,
But the runway is a home,
And he will happily meet the landing line.
Funny.
And the tribesmen from the earth laugh -
You need to eat more bananas, pears.
You look around
how beautiful everything is
In love between monkeys
Great strength.
They did not know laughter on earth,
That they are all in flight
And their cheerful fate
In the hands of autopilots
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SHADOW ON THE WHITE
Macaque in her own eyes was known throughout the region as a scientific medicine man.
But she still lacked fame in her inner circle.
And then she heard about the Internet - there is power! -
He helps scientific fame to outshine the whole wide world in the blink of an eye!
It's a matter of small.
I opened my own PC, and put wires into the web,
In front of the monitor, it is important to sit in a clearing and get down to business.
The sun shone.
The picture here went, went and glare! -
The Internet is open! great and versatile!
Now there is no need for her to eat praises from the local beast in the meadow -
The whole world at a glance! Blogger!
Then she remembers, as if on a current, a selfless capercaillie
He walks magnanimously before a line of stupid diggers;
Then he suddenly boasts of a chicken feather,
Like, obtained without any kissing,
Moreover, anyone can write! from the four arms of a macaque...
From the importance of the cheeks wider than the monitor, the muzzle.
And then some kind of horns swam into the Makakovsky world.
A deer came, covering all the sun's glare.
Stupid! he could not understand the scientific genius -
What does it have to do with spiders, and the Internet,
When the monkey enjoys only his own shadow.
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MONKEYS
The Monkey made friends with the Elk.
And Elk at that time was building a house, about seven by eight.
A tired Elk sits, hanging his antlers.
- What, big friend, are you sad and not so cheerful?
- Yes, that's ... concrete interfered all day .; trembling hooves.
- And how did you do it, Elk? Suddenly that will help.
- Yes, as usual with Elks - a bigger ladle, but you knead ...
- And I saw Beavers here. Dams are being built.
And with hoes, for one or two, concrete is being prepared.
Beavers are smart and funny. You, Elk, take over their experience -
You will be pleased.
After all, there is one basis for learning for all -
Useful to see and imitate about.
Here I am nimble and cheerful, I was able.
You imitated only the Moose, and I imitated all the Animals
I really want you, my friend, to check it out.
Laughed at the stupid Monkey Elk; dispelled sadness.
I took my huge ladle - after all, it's time.
Of course, the Monkeys are another example. But still...
Ile Elk with a huge head, but with a wise beard on his muzzle.
Or in imitations there was a drop of teaching freedom.
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HUNTERS
A bear in a den... like a pig in a paddock.
For a resident of the taiga, it’s not a hunt -
Prey, since the need is impatient;
For example, one of the neighbors fell ill,
Ile just got divorced immensely,
And they can't do that much.
This is the prologue, just in case, to the fable,
To make it easier to accept grief-humorous.
Toptygin looks at the weather;
Wander before going to bed, clean up;
Snow lay down - he sleeps.
Everything is the same with us as in the peasantry.
Only they have there in the neighborhoods, but in the pens ...
Of course, there are enough "hunters" of their own there too -
That field, they will trample the hayfield,
Then suddenly the cattle will be stolen ...
But still there, at least they know
Like, there is an owner ...
And what about our economy here?
We have everything bred at will.
Forests and living creatures... seals and bears;
To be harmonious, just in moderation
And to be satisfied
To take payment for the labors from the beast.
That was the hunt.
It was after that that it accumulated in the degrees of learned wild rabble;
We began to study the flora and fauna grown by us here,
Yes, teach us how to live correctly,
And our beasts do not offend.
All destroyed, pour crocodile tears.
And we are already spilling, magnanimous ones, they are ordered ...
And to us any of them against the background of corpses photo
Though with guns, even with tears
It's disgusting - life is not respected.
Come on. What to remember the past.
Let's wait for our time
And we'll get it all back.
So. I lay down in Ber's lair to sleep.
After a frost, you need to wait a little.
Of course he, that in a flock of pigs;
But when it happens
The ridge is capable of breaking a moose.
Checked the strength of the roof, slowly.
If the roof breathes, they fixed it.
Then the whole poles were laid.
Yes, carefully! -
A little dry, not so shove,
From the same pole you will completely rake.
Here, briefly everything. The beast is locked up.
Now we can move on to the fable.
Two Elk brothers went to condole;
Probably the horns froze in winter,
I just wanted to decorate them.
With a dogs, little things five;
And it was still early autumn.
Here fart poper - a bear in a den.
That "me" crushes and does not ask;
And for Moose, hunting is excitement.
And they began to wonder how to pull out into the wild,
To make it easy to shoot.
He only grumbles, not wanting to get out;
Dogs in a rage bark at bear steam! ..
Here the companions remembered hunting stories;
Like, sable does not like smoke
Yes, from the roots, stones climbs out immediately.
But it's a bear.
He, perhaps, needs more birch bark torch.
The birch bark was torn with horns from the heart.
They twisted the torch. They set it on fire.
They waited - the fire flared up.
And threw in a whole...
They were lucky.
They came to their senses when the snow mushroom explosion subsided.
They don't even remember their own shooting.
There are no horns, no guns,
The hooves are only intact.
The dogs died -
Some were nailed to the roof
Others got in the way...
From a clumsy clumsy bear
Only footprints leading into the forest distance remained.
Since then, the antlers of the elk have fallen by the winter.
Only by the processes can one approximately understand
Since the birth of the year.
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GRAYLING
The shores have not yet opened;
A little darkness of the ice broke through the pores;
And melt water excites the nostrils
And together they pull their fins to their native expanses ...
Where in the rifts, shivers and reaches
I caught bekarasiks with delight
From the shallows, from the depths
Super-aerobatically flying into the air.
In the full breadth of happiness anticipation of freedom
The dorsal fin is unfolded as a banner,
Like a royal crown;
Scales from hibernation dull appearance
Shine in mother-of-pearl again!
Colorful and fabulous pattern.
""Hurry up!""
Heart in impatience
The bubble flutters, the body trembles;
"" Chains collapse! Freedom to me! Freedom""
Tired of a devoted girlfriend
Chasing stubborn stray cockerels ...
And now ... noise, roar! The sky has opened!
A miracle happened!...
The stream was cleared of muddy drains.
Plenty of fresh, clear water.
In the upper reaches, in a shallow hole
The couple walked together
Resting between labors.
Here is their beloved home forever.
In the shiverka, before the roll,
Washed clean sand -
For the sacraments, a quiet corner.
Get some rest, gain some strength
Again swam on the shiverochka
Clinging tightly to the bottom,
Clinging to each other
Fast, fast!
Whipping the tails of the breakers
The sand is raised a little
And hide the eggs out of sight.
Then suddenly a shiny mormysh before his eyes.
That way, that kind of play.
They have no time, no time to eat.
There is a score in their clutch of caviar!
Not for a single day of labor.
And he does not give rest.
Both on vacation and not on vacation
He brazenly climbs right into his mouth.
Girlfriend got angry - lost their nerves
Fuck him!...disappeared!
Grayling ran back and forth in the hole
But nowhere! Lost somewhere!
And the mormysh is impudent again here and there ...
Well, everything! Gotcha, bastard - I'll punish you!
Only with surprise issued the last smack
Yes, he lay down to the cucumber-smelling lads.
There is a hare with a mustache full of tuyas
Friend-to-friend lay tightly ...
The gills refuse to absorb oxygen in the lost water.
Tasting the longed-for moment of happiness, do not sleep -
Bloodworm in front of the nose may not be real.
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AUTOMOBILE
Fafak important CX5
The victory of the old at the crossroads
- With me and a helmet, and OSAGO
I am handsome.
It's time to remove all your junk from the roads.
You are not real - you don’t go, you demand fuss ...
Downcast Victory modestly -
A handsome car so suddenly appeared in front of her
That barely carried her legs to the side.
Weaves on the way "victorious" slow old man
CX beaten on the side of the road lies ...
- Yes, friend, - it happens
Everything depends on the hands.
In which you trust your steering wheel.
It doesn't take much to look bright
And what speeds he could spin;
Helmets and OSAGO do not help ...
No matter how much care you require
But you are the real car.
When the bell tower is securely insured against all accidents.
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WMD
Night.
Dark.
On the surface of the water
The stars are twinkling.
Are you hiding in the depths
Or in the silence of a hidden secret
The beholder is frightened...
The moon is like a golden ship
Follows dreams...
From century to century, the devil enjoyed the happiness of being.
Power is limited only by your own imagination desire, -
Then he will create a new animal for admiring,
That tree, that flower...
And yet something was missing. Lonely...
The monotony of eccentricities without a worthy society is enough ...
He built a fabulously devilish house - a hall.
From white clay fashioned a beautiful wife,
With a sharp tongue, and a simple tail,
And with her he brought forth children for his joy into darkness.
Then the performance began at the devil in full measure of light!
While the devils are small, there is little grief;
A little grown up - a damn hoof was not enough!
And here is their favorite devil in addition:
I gave birth to devils! I am queen here!
You must fulfill all my whims clearly!
And I don't care about all your tasks!
The devils are raging without measure, they have already shaken the walls of the house;
Hooves knock here and there ...
Look at that - the palace will be destroyed in the trash.
Turn on the light, don't turn it on - everyone blows it out:
There is enough of everything to taste them in the dark.
And the devil began to turn gray in worries.
"Love is love for your creation,
Yes, there is no desire to throw back the tail with hooves.
And he evicted all the little devils, along with the devil, to freedom!
At first, I personally visited them for a long time, -
The creator was heartbroken:
How are they doing there? is there any need?
Yes, help, suddenly, children need ...
- Give me strength, dad!
Dal.
- Give me bread, meat, so that everything grows by itself, and so that there is enough!
Dal.
- Help with clothes - it's cold here!
Helped...
Could not understand, poor fellow, -
The growing up of children will only be slowed down by a freebie.
But it slowly came to a head:
Hurry - only devils laugh.
He gave them everything. Let them think and drag the sleigh up the mountain,
Until they themselves realize the meanings of the hall.
Bolted door. Hung 7 locks.
I propped it up with a sliver:
"Who is aware of the life of a pool of devils -
He can get through."
3.syrr
STAI COUNCIL
The lion presided - the judge
- It's still impossible to live.
The jackal unbelted,
On the path straight to the * ral,
Made a big pile
- I, you, Chuchu - otchebuchu.
The jackal howled, sitting on the sidelines,
The wolves pricked up their ears.
The elephant trumpeted in anger:
- Give and serve,
Will know what a flock means.
Expressing dissatisfaction,
The jackal yelled again:
- Am I the only one there s*l?
Animals are thinking...
Take concrete action.
Will be the ultimate rhinoceros
A weighty concocted suggestion.
serenely parted,
Completely merged with the forest.
Ah, the jackal marked the path,
But, no one noticed.
A fable is a joke, maybe a joke;
Why are you crying, fool?
It's like life, it's like that too.
- No mare, next to the reins.
They took the horse away, bastards
Tales to tell you much.
- Open your mouth, crow
There is no reason to vote.
Get out, get back
Yes, not tomorrow. Overnight.
- I'll come to you with a booth,
Fables to tell the laity.
Yes, look purse, keep it
They fly low, swifts.
- Well, until tomorrow, well, bye
Get some rest, I'm a kid.
Gain a little strength
For simpletons, those women.
For a long time they will pester.
Everything; I go to bed sooner.
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DEATH
Ferocious odious gorilla.
Macaques in the wings, right there.
In the hearts of someone put a paw,
So for order; more stolen.
They steal insolently, openly, and in front of everyone.
Not everyone is comfortable in the branches of the baobab.
A nut thrown at the mercy,
The crowd of hamadryas will slightly relax.
By itself, the laziest lemur.
It has long been strayed apparently from the pack.
And busy counting their chickens,
Reputed to be a creepy miser in the neighborhood.
The entire ape species is rampant.
Subspecies echo, different mutants.
The gorilla strictly controls everything,
Looking vigilantly at the chimes.
The rooster is about to hit the crown of the head with its beak.
And, maybe in the f..u will bite in the heat of the moment.
In his wildly clumsy movement,
He will start chopping off all the heads on the shoulder.
4. galinava
PARROT FABLE
The parrot escaped into the wild, apparently they forgot to close the door.
To dominoshnikov nailed from a neighboring yard.
They began to bring a glass, they taught three words,
The homeless man slept under the table, since it was summer time.
In the morning he flew up on a tree, sent anyone,
Hangover, smoke sniff waited for four players.
The lexicon has changed: "Give me a smoke. Pour booze."
The philosophy is simple of small-town wits.
I learned how to somehow interfere with the knuckles with my paws,
The cockatoo had to earn his daily bread.
Not a magpie to flutter and look for glass.
But autumn crept quietly to the parrot in trouble.
Until the first frosts, he sat on a branch like a bullfinch,
The southern bird did not know at all that it was cold in Russia.
Here, not only all living creatures, but little people are also in a cage.
DON'T GET DRINKED, YOU WILL FREEZE. BETTER SCARECROW HERE.
5. RotkaDer
LOTION OR TINCTURE..
Lotion or tincture, hardly a joke
"hawthorn" underground alcohol brand,
who drank in the scoop and right now, without intervals,
hit, as it should be in necro-land.
Anton Privolnov will say - do not dive,
in a bad store without certificates,
and with a magnifying glass, check each strap,
who in the printer is Chinese or Georgian.
There is no moral to this terrible fable,
but there is one bear.. He sleeps all the time!
Go, his aunts, push,
after all, in Russia too .. not that man ..
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old man and boy
The old man hung his shoulders
on the edge of the village
crushed unbearable
for the weak hands of the case.
Here he hears the voice of a child:
"Buy you a loaf?!"
The boys of the neighbor
"Come on, granddaughter, come on!"
And immediately somewhere strength
taken from the old man:
"There is something in this life.
We'll live until.."
The moral of this fable
maybe not a fable:
In the hands of Prometheus
fire or tongue
which burns,
which will warm
which has not been studied.
But you're used to it..
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Fable: Money and Mercy
The sick suffered and Mercy came,
prayed to God and changed ducks,
Obviously, this didn't help.
only brightened up the sick minute.
Almost the end and on the threshold of Money,
that they make an injection of half a million,
prayers worked,
the priceless icon froze..
Morality is not worth looking for, in my opinion,
and if you find it, you will be horrified by it,
The gift of life is worth nothing
and don't look her in the mouth, so..
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Fable: Man and Idea
A Man walked and saw an Idea,
she shone all over like an emerald,
he only bowed, was captured by her,
it seemed to him that he had become great and wise.
I grabbed her and put her in my bag
hugged him and ran faster,
he wanted to brag to a friend alone,
in whom he had confidence.
He twisted it in his hands, the idea faded,
was just a shard of glass.
The moral of the simple joke is this:
idea can be anything
only the head would remain on the shoulders
and a place in it, for a new free ..
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Fable: Cool and goof
Cool laughed at Loch,
that he walked.
Loch invited him to the theater
Cool there became a sucker.
The conclusion here is simple:
No matter how cool you are
and whatever you could
there are still places in the world
where are you the usual loon..
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Fable: Fear and the Fool
People were sitting on the shore, and with them Fear,
then Ivan the Fool came hopping up to them,
I stepped on thin ice with all my weight, out of place,
and even Fear asked him: "Where to, Fool?"
The fool replied with a laugh: "To scare you!"
And the ice cracked, but Ivan was able to keep ..
Morality and Fear did not understand the Fool,
and he looked at them, as if even, down..
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Fable: Organism and Fat
The mouth opened, and with it a visa-free regime.
Fat accumulated under the skin of soft places.
Organism woke up: "Stop! No!"
But Fat said, "Wait, we're having lunch now,
which smoothly turns into dinner,
and breakfast tomorrow, breakfast is very necessary.
The pressure grew, my heart beat anxiously,
everything was bursting at the seams, clothes were falling apart ..
Defeated Organism, lies a huge pear.
Fat whispers in his ear: "Eat a little more."
I read the moral to you, but it is bitter,
her craving for something to eat.
If you're fat, then be happy
and I can love you like this..
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Fable: Magpie and Sparrow
In a province very far away
lived Magpie-Belopopa,
and though young for years,
everyone knew: she gave it,
and also gave it,
also gave it..
And Sparrow found out about that,
took fiery dew, grain,
to feed Magpie,
to make it easier to fit..
At first everything went according to plan
the feast was full and drunk,
Magpie smiled sweetly,
but Sparrow refused to give ..
The moral of this fable is this:
Well, if you decide to stick a pen
into poetry, like into a street girl,
then you know, she will break the agreement,
changing the inspiration..
6. Antirose
Basin cactus. Wormy
There lived a terrible worm. He produced humus.
Small people devoured with relish.
Smelled disgusting! This fat "tube"
"I am your everything" rubbed before the death.
And another lived nearby. He is also a goof
Produced. But it smelled like magic.
And those whom he ate, first in a cube, sir
Pushed. There, he said, it was light.
A third lived overseas. Worm known
I ate the same. Just gave everyone
How to live. In war games everywhere
He took food for himself.
We lived pleasantly without hemorrhoids.
Arranged the plein air, then the fight.
Shouted "Bravo!!" brave hero,
Then they divided the body among themselves.
:))) And for the fable to be here, morality
Need to add. What worms to chew.
That you will avoid meeting with him .. so hardly.
But before the meeting, you can take a walk. :)
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Basenka for Vasenka. four-wheeled
Once a grandfather and well done
They argued passionately.
Motor cooler than this male?
And with whom is life safe?
How two bulls came together to fight
Point blank at each other.
And well done was with BMW.
And the grandfather, the one on the "Victory".
When there are two enemies in the middle
Agreed what went wrong? :)
The grandfather scratched the side of the horse,
And the BMW is gone.
It doesn't matter who is with what bullshit.
Newer and with a twist.
Metal is more important. With him, like with armor.
And plastic - .. :) I'm crazy.
/ He is everywhere, this plastic. And metal, it is only a "type" of metal.
Here, Vasenka, such a fable for you. /
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Passed by train
Girl with red pigtails
Eyelashes and old skis.
Desperate bastard.
Almost like a nasty boy.
Confused monkey.
In the train, spat early in the morning.
I was traveling with a round cactus.
I hugged him like my friend.
And then between the rows
The wolf that is between us
It was called none other than Dima.
All so kerosene and with makeup.
The girl screamed.
- God!
What is it, my friend, on your fiery skin.
Some you, uncle, inhibited.
I love you already somehow unbidden.
And I will love! Oh, trust me!
Your pears to the most intimate death.
Yes.
Took him means she by the ears
And kissed the gray in his very soul.
- Ah!
Somebody screamed here strangled.
So only iodine and smecta will help him.
Hold me, says beauty,
For some intimate places.
Here the girl jumped,
- You are a brute!
As usual, we got drunk in the morning. And a trap
She put it under his paws.
She took that trap along with skis from her dad.
- Ah! You are a witch with the tenderness of a forget-me-not.
You didn't love me, said the wolf, even for a day.
Tearing off cactus needles,
Dima left, who now looked more like a Christmas tree.
And for the fable, we will have the following moral.
What would not sit in the train beautiful kralya,
Look, maybe on her bare knees in winter
Your favorite cactus with skis is already sitting against the wall.
/Cactus
Well, in general, do not pester crazy girls! /
7. pryadun-ludmila
FLEA AND COCK
A flea has become friends with a rooster - it lives on its fat ass.
The rooster is wingless, besides chrome. Shakes from his gait
Flea, as in a cradle - grace! Not life - lafa, food nearby.
But she suddenly became bored - she would have to invite her girlfriends
She is also visiting her friends - male fleas and biting.
There is plenty of fat for everyone here, and I'll waste my adrenaline.
Called everyone. And the guests immediately fell to her in a bunch.
Fleas frolic on the tail and think - how lucky
All of them with a girlfriend like that! - Well, the rooster is not happy.
- With one flea there was peace - ticklish. And now to the pain
The flea army gnaws at him, he began to scream, that was urine
And pluck the feathers from the tail with the beak. He does not want to be friends with a flea.
The hostess came running to the cry. - How lousy my loud-mouthed,
And she brought the ointment with her - she smeared him on the fins.
And all the fleas came to an end - one flea remained alive.
And I thought. - The rooster is a bastard! - The glorious company broke up.
The flea left the rooster to seek another refuge.
The rooster lives alone for now and enjoys peace.
Corydalis tramples sometimes, sings beautifully - loudly!
And that there are no fleas - it does not matter! On the ass, everything is cultural, clean.
The hostess appreciates the rooster - her granddaughter gave it to her.
And so long ago, she would have boiled the offal in the soup.
Well, the flea found shelter on a boar, and is not bored ...
The guests with her are darkness. He doesn't mention the rooster.
And yet you can’t be friends with a flea! “They need to be exterminated.
- Whether it's a rooster or a pig, so as not to walk with a lousy ass ...
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ABOUT HARE
He graduated from the Hare Institute, a very prestigious medical one.
He sits, leads the reception to himself, and then to him, Comrade Svinsky.
Well, all of course with you. Does he live richly?
And I have something with a gulkin nose - well, not a salary, but a patch.
- What are your complaints? - Lost my appetite completely
And the left eye swims, and at night the hoof itches
On the right leg is like a hand. I completely lost my peace.
- The wife has gone mad, as if it were a sin, and demands that she castrates herself.
Like, because of these pigs, she lost her figure,
And the boobs hang to the ground, and the belly - flabby chatted.
- After all, you won’t go to the beach with this and you won’t put on a neckline ...
Comrade doctor, help! “Life is gone, do you believe me?”
Here we used to live like everyone else - a barn, a trough and straw.
Digging in their own shit. “Now I have built the mansions!” -
And it’s not enough for them, everyone wants a separate bedchamber.
What is there to say about it? - Shower, tiles, branded shit.
- If you help a friend, I'll make you rich! You will live like I richly. -
I will soon get a position at the top, you will be my brother.
- For your brother? - The hare is pissed off. “So you and I are not the same.
You are out! - And I have no skin, no well-fed faces.
Only ears stick out to hear the liars better.
And I see you, at least what? And eat and drink and eat.
- An intellectual, he is like a patient! - What a fool, I leaned into them? -
It would be better if he was born a pig, bathed in wealth, luxury.
My hare, the other day, did such a dirty trick to me.-
Let's skin her alive. - I went to the donkey as a day laborer!
Now there is a snake at the mirror, and day and night, like a louse spinning -
Looks like a donkey! - She was going to divorce me.
Like, a donkey has its own house - a harem, donkeys walk in mini skirts,
And in panties made of lace, transparent on intimate fur coats.
And money, chickens do not peck! And he loves little women. -
Donkey rabbits will lead! - A complete mess - no one judges
For depravity - my God! - I don't know what will happen?
- A goat with a bear's head, a sheep - a slut with a wolf fornicates ...
- Comrade doctor, what should I do? The boar begged, help!
Oh, friend, why are you yelling like that? - Take the crap out of your head.
I can remove your eye, we’ll cut off a hoof up to your shoulder ...
I advise you to beat the pig! - The boar is all wet - well, doctor, that's enough!
Bardel around - neither give nor take. Here's to you, vaunted freedom!
Everyone should know their place. - We are right through, not knowing the ford,
We rush headlong, we will probably soon become people,
And just like them, we will glorify ourselves in all respects.
Farewell doctor, I have to go - I'll go burn my mansions!
A pig, she is a pig! “She has enough straw!”
8. solo5591
"LEPILA"
The hare sculpted his "dumplings",
Rhyming smartly everything.
And he was happy doing it.
This is how little children sculpt
Cake creativity of grief,
Climbing into the sandbox in the morning.
Not trained in "cooking"
He had no idea about the matter.
And imagined himself a poet,
And being sure of it,
He "sang", resolute and bold,
With an incredibly zealous fervor.
And hung the trees all around
Sheets of their songs,
Eyes slanting kind of tesha,
Not hearing laughter, ridicule,
without noticing them at all,
He lived unruffled and cheerful.
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Imp under feathers
One day an old nightingale
Because of their sclerosis
Forgotten the songs of the old days,
I saw in the wondrous hour of dawn
Among the green spring branches
A young nightingale.
Sadly he mourned quietly
About your years
As usual with old people.
And this fable would have ended.
But here some bird demon
Climbed under his feathers.
And at that very moment
All thoughts turned abruptly:
"What am I, really?
The soul is not yet barely
In my dried bird body."
And he began to deduce trills.
So dispersed at the end
Our experienced singer
What is right here, after the song,
Surrendered enthusiastic lady.
The moral of this story is simple:
Men! Drink up to a hundred.
We write fables. 6th grade
goose and ducklings
The sun shone brightly on a hot summer day,
And the duck took the family for a walk.
The ducklings were too lazy to follow their mother,
And they set off together to the bank of the river.
And there in the water sat a grouchy goose
And everything was wrong for him:
Why make noise? Why splash?
After all, you can just admire
Nature.
He grumbled for a long time. The ducklings are bored.
Here mother duck swam up:
Well, why are you sitting?
Look at me and repeat like this.
Ducklings swam merrily along the river,
And the goose got down to business again,
He began to grumble, but he was left alone.
Elizaveta Karpenko, 6-B class
Sparrow - thief
Under the roof of house number 5
There lived a gray sparrow.
He was a terrible tomboy
Thief and liar.
He boasted to a neighbor from house number 2:
“Here I have an apartment, not like yours!
I stole a brooch from a cat last week.
And there are such crumbs! You won't find a better one!"
But the cat taught the tomboy thief a lesson,
And the poor sparrow was left without a tail.
The neighbor laughs at him:
"The thieves get it!"
And the sparrow hung his nose:
“And really, what are you going to sing here.”
Vlad Boyarkin, 6-B class
Swallow and Cuckoo
Two swallows started to build a nest.
Successfully choosing a place for him,
They carried twigs and clay without noticing anyone.
The cuckoo was watching them at that hour,
And, as it seemed to her, the advice is smart
Gave the builders to make the house comfortable
For future children.
Why are you building a nest under the roof of the house?
All the birds build nests on a tree in the forest,
And you don't need clay and straw,
I'll bring you needles with leaves now.
Not noticing those practical tips,
Swallows worked, hurry!
Cuckoos do not build nests, but only give advice,
In other people's nests podselivaya cuckoo.
Irina Zhulieva, 6-B class
hare house
In one autumn park,
Where everything is always in order
The sad bunny just sat
And bitterly, bitterly, he roared.
- Oh, how can I continue to live,
Winter is already knocking on the window
And I'm sitting without a home,
I will die from the cold.
Why are you crying in vain
Building a house is easy
Said a passing mole.
And the hare just opened his mouth and said to him:
-So help me build a house,
Simply, you say.
- Okay, so be it.
Bring an ax and a tree over there, let's cut it down.
And the hare set to work,
Only his ears were ringing:
“Not here, not there, not like that!”
A week later, the case was over,
And just in time, winter is almost here.
And the mole to the bunny says:
-Take me to live with you
After all, I prompted you and helped,
And you, only you were lazy ...
But the hare slammed the door on the mole.
Deliver us, God, from such judges.
No wonder people say:
"Grumbling you get bored,
And you will teach by example!
Yulia Naumenko, 6-B class
bull and donkey
One day the donkey says to the bull:
“What, life failed?
Today you plow and tomorrow you plow.
And I'm lying under the sun sunbathing,
And every single day I drive the bullshit.
Don't you want a heavenly life like this?"
“No, I don’t want to,” the bull quietly replies.
And he does the job strictly.
It's been a month, three...
And now winter has come.
But it is a pity that the donkey was gone.
And the bull lived quietly in the barn.
The moral of this fable is this:
Don't spare the strength
Work and don't cry!
For us, work
The best doctor!
Gachechiladze Sofia, 6-B class
When a person is looking for a little-known literary work with the aim of secretly assigning it to himself, or is interested in the creative process at the level of a recipe for making a salad or pancakes, it looks rather pathetic. But what should a child or his parents do if a teacher at school gave them such a task, but did not even bother to explain how to cope with it. Here they are, the poor, most often looking for an easy solution on the Internet for themselves in the form of work already done by someone or a modern fable previously unknown to them, in the hope that the teacher has not heard of it either and, by the simplicity of his soul, will believe that in front of him a child prodigy capable of composing something himself, although who, if not teachers, should know that a child is able to quote, compile, borrow, develop a theme, create variations, but not create. For those who do not agree with this statement, I advise you, before arguing and declaring about the talents of children, to remember the names of all the real little geniuses who really made a major contribution to literature, music or painting. Yes, children like Mozart were, are and will be, but there are only a few of them for every hundred years, and at the request of teachers or parents, a child cannot suddenly become one of them.
A good teacher, understanding all this, must first teach, and then ask. Therefore, sympathizing with children whose teachers do not condescend to explanations, in this article I will tell you how to compose a fable yourself, which will comply with all the laws of the genre, but will not require writing talent, which is not given to everyone. Of course, it is unlikely to be considered a masterpiece for centuries, but a good mark will be given for sure.
So what is a fable? This is an instructive story, from which the author usually draws a clear moralizing conclusion at the end. An inexhaustible source of morals and plots for homemade fables are folk proverbs and sayings. You need to choose the right one, and then either paint it in the form of a story, and at the end write the same proverb in other words, or make the proverb itself a moral and come up with a short illustration story about people or animals for it.
For example, we take the well-known: “Measure seven times, cut once!”
Method one: make a story out of a proverb. To do this, we tell it in person with small details. Let's ask ourselves what can be spoiled by cutting off. Fabric, of course! So, we're talking about a tailor. Now let's just describe the situation:
“Once upon a time there was a tailor, and he had an apprentice. Once the tailor left for another city, and the customer came to the workshop and ordered to urgently make a suit for him. The apprentice eagerly set to work. Since he was inexperienced, but very hasty, he immediately cut off a piece of fabric by eye, but the pattern did not fit on it. Then he cut off more and also did not calculate. In the end, he spoiled all the fabric, and the suit was never sewn. Moral: before you take on a case, you need to think it over, and those who are in too much of a hurry make many mistakes.
Method two: we immediately make a moral out of the same proverb and think about what other situation it can be applied to. It is obvious that someone hastened and spoiled everything, not taking into account all the facts, and if everything had been thought out and checked in advance, then the trouble would not have happened. For example, like this:
“The hare was going to the village for carrots. He sits in the bushes and thinks: “As soon as it dawns, I’ll climb into the garden, pull out a carrot and run away through a hole in the fence, and the dogs will chase after me, I’ll run along the short path past the barn, across the old bridge and straight into the forest. So they won't catch up with me." He thought to think, but did not check the path. When the dogs chased him, it turned out that there was no old bridge - it was raining heavily, the river rose and washed it away. The bunny jumped from dog teeth out of fright into the river and drowned there. The proverb says correctly: measure seven times, cut once!
So you can turn any folk wisdom into a fable. This is already quite feasible work for both the child and the parent, who, out of the best of intentions, does it for him. homework. And any teacher will be satisfied with the result. Believe me, teachers do not expect fables from you at the level of Aesop or Krylov. A self-completed task and an honestly earned mark is much better than the shame and fear of a novice plagiarist, who is afraid that his deceit will be revealed.
Sometimes a person comes up with various thoughts and strange questions, for example, about how to compose a fable. For all lovers of strange questions, we will try to give a certain direction in solving this problem. Naturally, most likely, a person who asked such a question is unlikely to claim the laurels of La Fontaine and Krylov, and nevertheless, sometimes a person wants exotic things, or he has schoolchildren. And at school, as you know, there are all sorts of tasks.
Moral of the fable
Before you think specifically about how to compose a fable, you need to understand what kind of morality you want to “mount” in it. Simply put, what should this creation teach.
If we read interviews of different writers, they almost unanimously say: "The idea is the head of everything." In this case, the volume is completely irrelevant. artwork, the main thing is that it should not be empty.
Usually, if a person asks himself how to compose a moral fable, then he has a clear goal, why he needs it. For example, a parent wants to compose something to show a child how to keep his room clean. The plot is built according to the author's intention.
Since our task is to show a specific example of composing a fable, we will use the moral of the fable “The Fox and the Grapes” and come up with new characters, or rather, even a face.
Characters
The next step in solving the “how to compose a fable” problem is choosing a character. Usually these are animals that are very similar to people. But here it is important to observe some realism. Animals should really be like people in their habits or in those ideas that are traditionally accepted in society. For example, the ant in the fable cannot be lazy, and the dragonfly cannot be a workaholic. For this is contrary not only to certain images of animals, but also to cultural tradition. And yes, this is especially important when it comes to how to compose a fable with a moral.
In other words, maybe a fable is, of course, a fiction, but everything in it must be realistic and built on the basis of at least worldly common sense.
The Dog and the Showcase, or the Fox and the Grapes in a New Way
Imagine a wet, hungry stray dog walking the streets, he is malnourished and underdrinking. And then a butcher shop window appears in front of him, there are hams, chicken, meat for every taste and wealth. But here's the problem: dogs are not allowed in the store. Our dog walks around the window this way and that, but no. Glass does not allow him to break through to the desired object. And then he says to himself: “Probably they sell rotten stuff,” and goes away to dig in a nearby trash can.
This is how the essay turned out, we wrote it as an answer to the question of how to compose a fable. It cannot be said that we succeeded, like the classics, but it also seems to be quite tolerable.
Now let's talk about what to do if the fountain of fantasy has dried up.
How to find a plot and moral for a new fable?
By the way, that is why the main characters fables are usually animals. They are some collective images of all people, and if all, then no one in particular. They are laughed at because no one thinks of himself and everyone looks at his neighbor. They cackle at our smaller brothers. And all because the fabulists, thinking about the plot of the next fable, are wondering what kind of fable to compose about animals? But if animals composed, then we, people, would not think enough.
If nothing comes to mind, and you are creatively fruitless, then try to imagine those around you in the guise of animals. Your wife, boss, colleagues, friends. In this case, life itself will helpfully suggest a plot.
Child and fable
True, if a child decides to engage in creativity, then everything is much simpler for him. Children think very figuratively, probably up to 15 years, then, when the turbulent time of puberty begins, a person loses the connecting thread with childhood, and thinking becomes “adult”.
After all, it was not for nothing that Christ bequeathed: "Be like children." And the point here is not only that the newcomers to the world are sinless and very close to God, but that children's thinking is not yet blinkered, they are very close to life, to its primary source, so writing is very easy for them. For them, writing is like breathing. It is also indicative that for a child the fantasy world is closer than the real world. Children could subscribe to the words of G. Hesse: “Reality is rubbish”, but when people grow up, they take this rubbish seriously and forget about the important.
Thus, if you offer a student, for example, a 5th grader, to create a fable, he will easily do it. True, only if the parents control the process. They should ask themselves the question of how to compose a fable. 5th grade, for example, can be chosen as a target, so he should take it favorably. If you are lucky and you have a quick-witted fifth grader at home, then give the composition of the fable to him at his mercy, just direct your child’s violent fantasy into the mainstream of cultural norms and common sense.
We hope that the article will help to write at least one decent fable.
Ants every day went to fish along one road. And every day they were crossed by a Scarab. The beetle was ten times larger and did not consider it necessary to stand on ceremony with the ants. He unceremoniously pushed aside small insects and went about his business, ignoring the dissatisfied exclamations. Only at times did he "condescend" to send them to hell.
One day the Ant saw how, in a hollow with steep walls, the Scarab was making another ball. “Friend, but you can’t get him out of here! Don't waste your time," Ant said.
The scarab got angry and started screaming that he could do anything, because he was not some kind of insect. He was so angry that he didn't stop when the ball was twice as big as he usually did.
Other ants came to the screams.
And then the Scarab tried to rise with the ball once, then twice… Finally, he sat down on the ground, exhausted.
The ant and his friend went downstairs, took a burden that was too much for the Scarab and carried it to the very top, after which they silently went home, leaving the Scarab alone at the bottom of the ravine.
morality
This is how it sometimes happens with a person. Do not neglect good advice, devoid of gloating, and in order not to be known as a braggart, it is better to remain silent at the right time, and when the time comes, prove everything in practice.
Silly monkey - fable 2 for grade 3 about animals
In the tribe, all the monkeys were strong and aggressive. Not a day went by that they didn't quarrel over trifles.
The typical members of the group made fun of the stupid Monkey, who did not start a fight if food was taken from her. It also seemed ridiculous that she spent half a day on the ground banging stone on stone.
When the drought began, the Monkey took a stick and a couple of stones and left.
The forest began to die and the tribe was starving. But one day the Monkey returned with the prey that everyone needed so much. No one else thought she was stupid.
Morality
Do not despise your countrymen. Take the best of what is familiar to the people of your places, and try to get rid of the negative traits with all your might.
Fable about vegetables
Potatoes, Onions, Carrots and Celery gathered somehow together.
They decided to find out who is the most important in the soup.
Potato said:
"I am crumbly, tasty, I am rich in starch
And I'm the boss of all, guys!"
Her bow in response:
"You're wrong, potato, no!
Let everyone cry for me
But in the soup of all I am more useful,
Because I'm healing
I want to give you health!"
"No, no, guys, you're wrong" -
Said the indignant carrot, -
"Both adults and children will be happy
Improve your eyesight again with carotene!"
Celery said:
"And I think so:
Each of us is useful and rich in vitamins,
But if we connect
And cook soup
That will make everyone very happy
Get a lot of useful vitamins "
Morality:
No matter how much you argue about the importance of products,
And together it is healthier and tastier.
5th grade, 3rd grade. about animals. in prose.
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