1 - About the little bus that was afraid of the dark
Donald Bisset 
A fairy tale about how a mother-bus taught her little bus not to be afraid of the dark ... About a little bus who was afraid of the dark to read Once upon a time there was a little bus in the world. He was bright red and lived with his mom and dad in a garage. Every morning …
2 - Three kittens
Suteev V.G. 
A small fairy tale for the little ones about three restless kittens and their funny adventures. Small children love short stories with pictures, that's why Suteev's fairy tales are so popular and loved! Three kittens read Three kittens - black, gray and ...
3 - Hedgehog in the fog
Kozlov S.G. 
A fairy tale about the Hedgehog, how he walked at night and got lost in the fog. He fell into the river, but someone carried him to the shore. It was a magical night! Hedgehog in the fog read Thirty mosquitoes ran out into the clearing and began to play ...
4 - Apple
Suteev V.G. 
A fairy tale about a hedgehog, a hare and a crow who could not share the last apple among themselves. Everyone wanted to own it. But the fair bear judged their dispute, and each got a piece of goodies ... Apple to read It was late ...
5 - About the little mouse from the book
Gianni Rodari 
A small story about a mouse who lived in a book and decided to jump out of it into the big world. Only he did not know how to speak the language of mice, but knew only a strange bookish language ... To read about a mouse from a little book ...
6 - Black Pool
Kozlov S.G. 
A fairy tale about a cowardly Hare who was afraid of everyone in the forest. And he was so tired of his fear that he came to the Black Pool. But he taught the Hare to live and not be afraid! Black pool read Once upon a time there was a Hare in ...
7 - About the Hedgehog and the Rabbit A piece of winter
Stuart P. and Riddell K.
The story is about how the Hedgehog, before hibernation, ask the Rabbit to keep him a piece of winter until spring. The rabbit rolled up a large ball of snow, wrapped it in leaves and hid it in his hole. About the Hedgehog and the Rabbit Piece ...
8 - About the Hippo who was afraid of vaccinations
Suteev V.G. 
A fairy tale about a cowardly hippopotamus who ran away from the clinic because he was afraid of vaccinations. And he got jaundice. Fortunately, he was taken to the hospital and cured. And the Hippo was very ashamed of his behavior... About the Behemoth, who was afraid...
The very first works that little readers encounter are Russian folk tales. This is the fundamental element folk art, with the help of which deep life wisdom is transmitted from generation to generation. Fairy tales teach to distinguish between good and evil, point to human vices and dignity, convey undying life, family, everyday values. Read Russian folk tales to your children, a list of which is presented below.
Hen Ryaba
The tale of the good hen Ryaba, who lives in a hut with a woman and grandfather and lays a golden egg that they could not break, is one of the first fairy tales read by parents to young children. The fairy tale, easy for children's perception, also tells about a mouse that broke a golden egg with its tail. After that, the grandfather and the woman grieved, and the hen promised to lay them a new, but not a golden, but a simple egg.
Masha and the Bear
An entertaining tale about the adventures of little Masha, who got lost and ended up in a hut to the Bear. The formidable beast was delighted and ordered Masha to stay in his hut to live, otherwise he would eat her. But the little girl outwitted the Bear, and without knowing it, he took Masha back to her parents.
Vasilisa the Beautiful
Tale of good and beautiful girl, to whom the dying mother left a magic doll. The girl was harassed and outlived by her stepmother and her daughters for a long time, but the magic doll always helped her cope with everything. Once she even wove a canvas of unprecedented beauty, which came to the king. The ruler liked the fabric so much that he ordered a craftswoman to be brought to him so that she could sew a shirt from this fabric. Seeing Vasilisa the Beautiful, the king fell in love with her and that was the end of all the suffering of the girl.
Teremok
The tale of how many different little animals lived in a little house teaches the youngest readers friendship and hospitality. The little mouse, the runaway bunny, the frog-frog, the gray barrel top, the little fox-sister lived together in their small house until the clubfoot bear asked to live with them. It was very large and destroyed the teremok. But the kind inhabitants of the house did not lose their heads and built a new tower, bigger and better than the previous one.
Morozko
A winter tale about a girl who lived with her father, stepmother and her daughter. The stepmother did not love her stepdaughter and persuaded the old man to take the girl to the forest to certain death. In the forest, the fierce Morozko froze the girl and asked, “Are you warm, girl?”, To which she answered him with kind words. And then he took pity on her, warmed her and bestowed rich gifts. The next morning the girl returned home, the stepmother saw the gifts and decided to send her own daughter for gifts. But the second daughter was rude to Morozko, and therefore froze in the forest.
In the work “The Cockerel and the Bean Seed”, the author, using the example of a cockerel choking on a seed, tells the story that in life, in order to get something, you must first give something. Having asked the hen to go to the cow for oil to grease the neck and swallow the grain, he activated a whole chain of other assignments that the hen adequately completed, brought the oil and saved the cockerel.
Kolobok
The fairy tale kolobok belongs to the category of works that are easily remembered by young children, since there are many repetitions of the plot in it. The author talks about how a grandmother baked a bun for grandfather, and he came to life. Gingerbread man did not want to be eaten, and ran away from his grandmother and grandfather. On the way he met a hare, a wolf and a bear, from which he also drove away, singing a song. And only a cunning fox was able to eat the kolobok, so he still did not escape his fate.
Princess Frog
The tale of the Frog Princess tells how the Tsarevich had to marry a frog, which was hit by an arrow fired by him on the orders of his father. The frog turned out to be enchanted by Vasilisa the Wise, throwing off her frog skin while performing the tasks of the king. Ivan Tsarevich, having learned that his wife is a beauty and a needlewoman, burns her skin and thereby dooms Vasilisa the Wise to imprisonment at Koshchei the Immortal. The prince, realizing his mistake, enters into an unequal battle with the monster and wins back his wife, after which they live happily ever after.
Swan geese
Swan Geese is an instructive tale about how a little girl did not keep track of her brother and the swan geese carried him away. The girl goes in search of her brother, on the way she met a stove, an apple tree and a milky river, from whose help she refused. And for a long time the girl would look for her brother, if not for the hedgehog who pointed out to her the right way. She found her brother, but on the way back, if she had not used the help of the above-mentioned characters, she would not have been able to return him home.
A fairy tale that teaches young children to order is "The Three Bears". In it, the author tells about a little girl who got lost and came across a hut of three bears. There she managed a little - she ate porridge from each bowl, sat on each chair, lay on each bed. The bear family, who returned home and saw that someone was using their things, became very angry. The little hooligan was saved by the fact that she ran away from the indignant bears.
Ax porridge
A short fairy tale "Porridge from an ax" about how one soldier went on a visit and decided to spend the night with an old woman who met him on the way. And that old woman was greedy, she deceived, saying that she had nothing to feed the guest. Then the soldier offered her to cook porridge from an axe. He asked for a cauldron, water, then by cunning lured porridge and butter, ate it himself, fed the old woman, and then also took the ax with him so that the old woman would be reluctant to lie.
turnip
The fairy tale "Turnip" is one of the most famous Russian folk tales aimed at kids. Its plot is based on a large number of repetitions of the actions of the characters. Grandfather, who asked his grandmother to help him pull out a turnip, and she, in turn, called her granddaughter, the granddaughter - a bug, a bug - a cat, a cat - a mouse, they teach us that it is easier to cope with something together than individually.
Snow Maiden
The Snow Maiden is a fairy tale, according to the plot of which a grandfather and a woman who did not have children decide to make a Snow Maiden in the winter. And so it turned out well for them that they began to call her daughter, and the Snow Maiden came to life. But then spring came and the Snow Maiden began to feel sad, she hid from the sun. But, what to be, it cannot be avoided - the girlfriends called the Snow Maiden to the parties and she went, jumped over the fire and melted, shooting up a cloud of white steam.
Winter hut of animals
In the fairy tale "The Wintering of Animals" it is told how a bull, a pig, a ram, a rooster and a goose ran away from an old man and an old woman in order to avoid their deplorable fate. Winter was approaching, and it was necessary to build a winter hut, but everyone refused to help the bull. And then the bull himself built a winter hut, and when a fierce winter came, the animals began to ask him to spend the winter. The bull was kind and therefore let them in. And the animals, in turn, repaid the bull for kindness, driving away the fox, the wolf and the bear, who wanted to eat them.
Sister fox and wolf
The fairy tale about the little fox and the wolf is one of the most famous folk tales for children, it is read in kindergartens and schools. And on the basis of an interesting story about how a cunning fox deceived a wolf of a tail, and also rode home on top of a beaten wolf, saying “the beaten unbeaten is lucky”, they put on performances and organize readings by roles.
By magic
The tale "By the Pike" is about how the unfortunate and lazy fool Emelya caught a magic pike that fulfilled all his desires, as soon as he said the cherished words "by the pike, at my will." It was then that his carefree life began - they carried buckets of water themselves, chopped wood with an ax, rode sleighs without horses. Thanks to the magic pike, Emelya turned from a fool into an enviable and successful groom, whom Marya Tsarevna herself fell in love with.
Elena the Wise
Reading the Russian folk tale "Elena the Wise" is a pleasure - here you have the devil, and the girls who turn like doves, and the beautiful wise queen, and the all-seeing magical book of knowledge. An amazing story about how a simple soldier fell in love with Elena the Wise and married her by cunning, likes children of any age.
magic ring
In the instructive tale "The Magic Ring", the author told the story of a kind boy Martynka, who was able to achieve a lot thanks to his kindness. Instead of buying bread, he saves a dog and a cat, then rescues a beautiful princess from trouble, for which he receives a magic ring from the king. With his help, Martynka builds wonderful palaces and lays out beautiful gardens, but one day trouble overtakes him. And then Martynka came to the aid of everyone whom he did not leave in trouble.
Zayushkina hut
The fairy tale "Zayushkina's hut" is a story about how a cunning fox settled in the hut of a little hare. Neither the bear nor the wolf could drive the uninvited guest out of the bunny's house, and only the brave cockerel could cope with the cunning fox, who should not have appropriated someone else's hut.
Princess Nesmeyana
Princess Nesmeyana had everything one could wish for, but she was still sad. The Tsar-father, no matter how hard he tried, could not cheer up his only daughter. Then he decided - whoever makes the princess laugh will marry her. The fairy tale "Princess Nesmeyana" tells the story of how a simple worker, without knowing it, made the saddest girl in the kingdom laugh and became her husband.
Sister Alyonushka and brother Ivanushka
Brother Ivanushka did not listen to his sister Alyonushka, drank some water from a hoof and turned into a kid. A story full of adventures, where the evil witch drowned Alyonushka, and the little kid rescued her and, having thrown over his head three times, again became brother Ivanushka, is told in the fairy tale "Sister Alyonushka and brother Ivanushka."
flying ship
In the Russian folk tale The Flying Ship, young readers learn about how the tsar decided to give his daughter to someone who would build a flying ship. And in one village there lived three brothers, the youngest of them was considered a fool. So the elder and middle brothers decided to take up the construction of the ship, but they didn’t succeed, because they didn’t listen to the advice of the old man they met. And the younger one listened, and grandfather helped him build a real flying ship. This is how the younger brother turned from a fool into the husband of a beautiful princess.
Goby - resin barrel
Grandfather made a bull from straw for his granddaughter Tanyusha, and he took it and came to life. Yes, it turned out to be not a simple bull, he had a tar barrel. By cunning, he forced a bear, a wolf and a hare, stuck to his barrel, to bring gifts to grandfather. The wolf brought a bag of nuts, the bear brought a beehive of honey, and the hare brought a head of cabbage and a red ribbon for Tanyusha. Although they brought gifts not of their own free will, no one deceived, because everyone promised, and promises must be kept.
Russian folk tale "Teremok"
It stands in the field of a teremok-teremok.
He is not low, not high, not high.
A mouse runs past. I saw the tower, stopped and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in the low?
Nobody responds.
The mouse entered the tower and began to live in it.
A frog jumped up to the tower and asked:
- I'm a mouse-norushka! And who are you?
- And I'm a frog.
- Come live with me!
The frog jumped into the tower. They began to live together.
Runaway bunny runs past. Stop and ask:
- Who, who lives in the little house? Who, who lives in the low?
- I'm a mouse-norushka!
- I'm a frog. And who are you?
- I'm a runaway bunny.
- Come live with us!
Hare jump into the tower! They began to live together.
The little fox is coming. She knocked on the window and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in the low?
- I'm a mouse.
- I'm a frog.
- I'm a runaway bunny. And who are you?
- And I'm a fox-sister.
- Come live with us!
The fox climbed into the tower. The four of them began to live.
A top came running - a gray barrel, looked in the door and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in the low?
- I'm a mouse.
- I'm a frog.
- I'm a runaway bunny.
- I'm a fox-sister. And who are you?
- And I'm a top - a gray barrel.
- Come live with us!
The wolf got into the tower. The five of them began to live.
Here they all live in the tower, they sing songs.
Suddenly a clumsy bear walks by. The bear saw the Teremok, heard the songs, stopped and roared at the top of his lungs:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in the low?
- I'm a mouse.
- I'm a frog.
- I'm a runaway bunny.
- I'm a fox-sister.
- I, the top - a gray barrel. And who are you?
- And I'm a clumsy bear.
- Come live with us!
The bear climbed into the tower.
Lez-climb, climb-climb - he just couldn't get in and says:
“I’d rather live on your roof.”
- Yes, you crush us!
- No, I won't.
- Well, get down! The bear climbed onto the roof.
Just sat down - fuck! - crushed the teremok. The tower crackled, fell on its side and fell apart.
Barely managed to jump out of it:
mink mouse,
frog,
runaway bunny,
fox-sister,
the spinning top is a gray barrel, everyone is safe and sound.
They began to carry logs, cut boards - to build a new tower. Built better than before!
Russian folk tale "Kolobok"
There lived an old man and an old woman. This is what the old man asks:
- Bake me, old gingerbread man.
- Yes, from what to bake something? There is no flour.
- Oh, old woman! Mark on the barn, scrape on the twigs - that's enough.
The old woman did just that: she scooped, scraped a handful of two flour, kneaded the dough with sour cream, rolled up a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to cool.
Tired of the kolobok lying: he rolled from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor - and to the door, jumped over the threshold into the hallway, from the hay to the porch, from the porch to the yard, and there through the gate, further and further.
A bun rolls along the road, and a hare meets it:
- No, do not eat me, oblique, but rather listen to what song I will sing to you.
The hare raised his ears, and the bun sang:
- I'm a bun, a bun!
According to the barn metyon,
Scraped by bits,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
On the window it's cold
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
From you rabbit
Don't be smart about leaving.
A gingerbread man rolls along a path in the forest, and a gray wolf meets him:
— Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man! I will eat you!
- Don't eat me, gray wolf, I'll sing a song for you.
And the bun sang:
- I'm a bun, a bun!
According to the barn metyon,
Scraped by bits,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
On the window it's cold
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit.
From you wolf
A gingerbread man rolls through the forest, and a bear walks towards him, breaks brushwood, oppresses the bushes to the ground.
- Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man, I'll Eat You!
“Well, where are you, clubfoot, to eat me!” Listen to my song.
The gingerbread man sang, but Misha and his ears were not strong enough.
- I'm a bun, a bun!
According to the barn metyon,
Scraped by bits,
Mixed with sour cream.
planted in the oven,
On the window it's cold
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit
I left the wolf
From you bear
Half a heart to leave.
And the bun rolled - the bear only looked after him.
A gingerbread man rolls, and a fox meets him: - Hello, gingerbread man! What a pretty, ruddy little boy you are!
Gingerbread man is glad that he was praised, and sang his song, and the fox listens and creeps closer and closer.
- I'm a bun, a bun!
According to the barn metyon,
Scraped by bits,
Mixed with sour cream.
planted in the oven,
On the window it's cold
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit
I left the wolf
Walked away from the bear
From you fox
Don't be smart about leaving.
- Nice song! - said the fox. - Yes, the trouble, my dear, is that I have become old - I can’t hear well. Sit on my face and sing one more time.
Gingerbread man was delighted that his song was praised, jumped on the fox's face and sang:
- I'm a bun, a bun! ..
And his fox - um! — and ate it.
Russian folk tale "Three Bears"
One girl left home for the forest. She got lost in the forest and began to look for her way home, but she did not find it, but came to the house in the forest.
The door was open: she looked through the door, saw that there was no one in the house, and entered.
Three bears lived in this house.
One bear was a father, his name was Mikhail Ivanovich. He was big and shaggy.
The other was a bear. She was smaller, and her name was Nastasya Petrovna.
The third was a little bear cub, and his name was Mishutka. The bears were not at home, they went for a walk in the forest.
There were two rooms in the house: one dining room, the other bedroom. The girl entered the dining room and saw three cups of stew on the table. The first cup, very large, was Mikhaila Ivanycheva. The second cup, smaller, was Nastasya Petrovnina; the third, little blue cup was Mishutkin.
Beside each cup lay a spoon: large, medium and small. The girl took the biggest spoon and drank from the biggest cup; then she took the middle spoon and drank from the middle cup; then she took a small spoon and drank from a little blue cup, and Mishutka's stew seemed to her the best of all.
The girl wanted to sit down and sees three chairs by the table: one large - Mikhail Ivanychev, another smaller - Nastasya Petrovnin and the third small, with a blue cushion - Mishutkin. She climbed onto a large chair and fell; then she sat down on the middle chair - it was awkward on it; then she sat down on a small chair and laughed—it was so good. She took the little blue cup on her knees and began to eat. She ate all the stew and began to swing on a chair.
The chair broke and she fell to the floor. She got up, picked up a chair and went to another room.
There were three beds; one large one is for Mikhail Ivanychev, another medium one is for Nastasya Petrovna, and the third small one is for Mishutkin. The girl lay down in a large one - it was too spacious for her; lay down in the middle - it was too high; she lay down in the little one - the bed fit her just right, and she fell asleep.
And the bears came home hungry and wanted to have dinner.
The big bear took his cup, looked and roared in a terrible voice: - Who sipped in my cup? Nastasya Petrovna looked at her cup and growled not so loudly:
— Who sipped in my cup?
But Mishutka saw his empty cup and squeaked in a thin voice:
- Who sipped in my cup and you sipped all of it?
Mikhailo Ivanovich looked at his chair and growled in a terrible voice:
Nastasya Petrovna glanced at her chair and growled not so loudly:
— Who was sitting on my chair and moved it from its place?
Mishutka saw his chair and squeaked:
Who was sitting on my chair and broke it?
The bears came to another room.
“Who got into my bed and wrinkled it up? roared Mikhailo Ivanovich in a terrible voice.
“Who got into my bed and wrinkled it up? growled Nastasya Petrovna, not so loudly.
And Mishenka set up a bench, climbed into his bed and squeaked in a thin voice:
Who got into my bed?
And suddenly he saw a girl and squealed as if he was being cut:
- Here she is! Hold on! Hold on! Here she is! Ay-ya-yay! Hold on!
He wanted to bite her. The girl opened her eyes, saw the bears and rushed to the window. The window was open, she jumped out the window and ran away. And the bears did not catch up with her.
Russian folk tale "Zayushkina's hut"
Once upon a time there lived a fox and a hare. The fox has an icy hut, and the hare has a bast hut. Here is the fox teasing the hare:
- My hut is light, and yours is dark! Mine is light, yours is dark!
Summer has come, the fox's hut has melted.
Fox and asks for a hare:
- Let me go, hare, at least to your yard!
- No, fox, I won’t let you in: why did you tease?
The fox began to beg more. The hare let her into his yard.
The next day, the fox asks again:
- Let me, hare, on the porch.
The fox begged, begged, the hare agreed and let the fox on the porch.
On the third day, the fox asks again:
- Let me go, hare, into the hut.
- No, I won’t let you in: why did you tease?
She begged, she begged, the hare let her into the hut. The fox is sitting on the bench, and the bunny is on the stove.
On the fourth day, the fox asks again:
- Zainka, zainka, let me on the stove to your place!
- No, I won’t let you in: why did you tease?
She asked, asked the fox and begged la - the hare let her go on the stove.
A day passed, another - the fox began to drive the hare out of the hut:
"Get out, scythe." I don't want to live with you!
So she kicked out.
The hare sits and cries, grieves, wipes away tears with its paws.
Running past the dog
— Tyaf, tyaf, tyaf! What, bunny, are you crying about?
How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” the dogs say. “We’ll kick her out.”
- No, don't kick me out!
- No, let's get out! Approached the hut:
— Tyaf, tyaf, tyaf! Go, fox, get out! And she told them from the oven:
- How do I get out?
How to jump out
Shreds will go
Through the alleys!
The dogs got scared and ran away.
Again the bunny sits and cries.
A wolf is walking by
- What are you crying about, bunny?
- How can I not cry, gray wolf? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the wolf, “I’ll kick her out.”
- No, you won't. They drove the dogs - they didn’t kick them out, and you won’t kick them out.
- No, I'll take it out.
— Uyyy... Uyyy... Go, fox, get out!
And she from the oven:
- How do I get out?
How to jump out
Shreds will go
Through the alleys!
The wolf got scared and ran away.
Here the hare sits and cries again.
An old bear is coming.
- What are you crying about, bunny?
- How can I, bear, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the bear, “I’ll kick her out.”
- No, you won't. The dogs drove, drove - did not drive out, the gray wolf drove, drove - did not drive out. And you won't get kicked out.
- No, I'll take it out.
The bear went to the hut and growled:
— Rrrr... rrr... Go, fox, get out!
And she from the oven:
- How do I get out?
How to jump out
Shreds will go
Through the alleys!
The bear got scared and left.
Again the hare sits and cries.
A rooster is coming, carrying a scythe.
— Ku-ka-re-ku! Zainka, what are you crying about?
- How can I, Petenka, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.
- Do not worry, hare, I'm chasing you a fox.
- No, you won't. Dogs drove - not kicked out, the gray wolf drove, drove - did not drive out, the old bear drove, drove - did not drive out. And you won't get kicked out.
- No, I'll take it out.
The rooster went to the hut:
— Ku-ka-re-ku!
I walk on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to kill the fox
Went, fox, from the stove!
The fox heard, got scared and said:
- I'm getting dressed...
Rooster again:
— Ku-ka-re-ku!
I walk on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to kill the fox
Went, fox, from the stove!
And the fox says:
I put on a coat...
Rooster for the third time:
— Ku-ka-re-ku!
I walk on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to kill the fox
Went, fox, from the stove!
The fox was frightened, jumped off the stove - yes, run away.
And the hare and the rooster began to live and live.
Russian folk tale "Masha and the Bear"
There lived a grandfather and a grandmother. They had a granddaughter Masha.
Once the girlfriends gathered in the forest - for mushrooms and for berries. They came to call Mashenka with them.
- Grandfather, grandmother, - says Masha, - let me go into the forest with my friends!
Grandparents answer:
- Go, just watch your girlfriends do not lag behind - otherwise you will get lost.
The girls came to the forest, began to pick mushrooms and berries. Here Masha - tree by tree, bush by bush - and went far, far from her girlfriends.
She began to haunt, began to call them. And the girlfriends do not hear, do not respond.
Mashenka walked and walked through the forest - she got completely lost.
She came to the very wilderness, to the very thicket. He sees - there is a hut. Mashenka knocked on the door - no answer. She pushed the door, the door opened.
Mashenka entered the hut, sat down on a bench by the window. Sit down and think:
“Who lives here? Why can't you see anyone?"
And in that hut lived a huge honey, after all. Only he was not at home then: he walked through the forest. The bear returned in the evening, saw Masha, was delighted.
“Aha,” he says, “now I won’t let you go!” You will live with me. You will heat the stove, you will cook porridge, feed me porridge.
Masha grieve, grieved, but nothing can be done. She began to live with a bear in a hut.
The bear will go into the forest for the whole day, and Mashenka is punished not to leave the hut anywhere without him.
“And if you leave,” he says, “I’ll catch it anyway and then I’ll eat it!”
Mashenka began to think how she could escape from the bear. Around the forest, in which direction to go - does not know, there is no one to ask ...
She thought and thought and thought.
Once a bear comes from the forest, and Mashenka says to him:
- Bear, bear, let me go to the village for a day: I will bring gifts to my grandmother and grandfather.
“No,” says the bear, “you will get lost in the forest.” Give me the gifts, I'll take them myself!
And Mashenka needs it!
She baked pies, took out a big, big box and said to the bear:
“Here, look: I will put pies in this box, and you take them to your grandfather and grandmother.” Yes, remember: do not open the box on the way, do not take out the pies. I'll climb into the oak tree, I'll follow you!
- Okay, - the bear answers, - let's box!
Mashenka says:
- Get out on the porch, see if it's raining!
As soon as the bear came out onto the porch, Masha immediately climbed into the box, and put a dish of pies on her head.
The bear returned, he sees that the box is ready. He put him on his back and went to the village.
A bear walks between the fir trees, a bear wanders between birches, descends into ravines, rises to the hillocks. Walked, walked, tired and says:
And Mashenka from the box:
- See see!
Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!
“Look, what a big-eyed one,” says the honey, after all, “sees everything!”
- I'll sit on a stump, eat a pie!
And Mashenka from the box again:
- See see!
Don't sit on a stump, don't eat a pie!
Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!
The bear was surprised.
- What a clever one! Sits high, looks far!
I got up and walked faster.
I came to the village, found the house where my grandfather and grandmother lived, and let's knock on the gate with all our might:
- Knock-Knock! Unlock, open! I brought you presents from Mashenka.
And the dogs sensed the bear and rushed at him. From all yards they run, bark.
The bear was frightened, put the box at the gate and set off into the forest without looking back.
- What's in the box? Grandma says.
And grandfather lifted the lid, looked and couldn’t believe his eyes: Mashenka was sitting in the box - alive and well.
Grandpa and grandma rejoiced. They began to hug, kiss, and call Mashenka a clever girl.
Russian folk tale "The Wolf and the Goats"
Once upon a time there lived a goat with kids. The goat went into the forest to eat silk grass, to drink icy water. As soon as he leaves, the kids will lock up the hut and won't go anywhere themselves.
The goat comes back, knocks on the door and sings:
- Goats, kids!
Open up, open up!
Milk runs along the notch.
From a notch on a hoof,
From the hoof to the cheese ground!
The kids will unlock the door and let the mother in. She will feed them, give them a drink, and again go into the forest, and the kids will lock themselves tightly.
The wolf overheard the goat singing.
Once the goat left, the wolf ran to the hut and shouted in a thick voice:
- You kids!
You goats!
open up
open up
Your mother has come
She brought milk.
Hooves full of water!
The goats answer him:
The wolf has nothing to do. He went to the forge and ordered his throat to be reforged so that he could sing in a thin voice. The blacksmith cut his throat. The wolf again ran to the hut and hid behind a bush.
Here comes the goat and knocks:
- Goats, kids!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came - she brought milk;
Milk runs along the notch,
From a notch on a hoof,
From the hoof to the cheese ground!
The kids let their mother in and let's tell how the wolf came and wanted to eat them.
The goat fed and watered the kids and severely punished:
- Whoever comes to the hut, begins to ask in a thick voice and does not sort out everything that I recite to you, do not open the door, do not let anyone in.
As soon as the goat left, the wolf again walked to the hut, knocked and began to lament in a thin voice:
- Goats, kids!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came - she brought milk;
Milk runs along the notch,
From a notch on a hoof,
From the hoof to the cheese ground!
The kids opened the door, the wolf rushed into the hut and ate all the kids. Only one kid was buried in the oven.
The goat is coming. No matter how much she called, or lamented, no one answered her. He sees the door is open. I ran into the hut - there is no one there. I looked into the oven and found one kid.
How the goat found out about her misfortune, how she sat on the bench - she began to grieve, cry bitterly:
- Oh, you, my children, goats!
To which they opened, they opened,
Did the bad wolf get it?
The wolf heard this, entered the hut and said to the goat:
- What are you sinning against me, godfather? I didn't eat your goats. Full of grief, let's go to the forest, take a walk.
They went into the forest, and there was a hole in the forest, and a fire was burning in the hole.
The goat says to the wolf:
- Come on, wolf, let's try, who will jump over the pit?
They began to jump. The goat jumped over, and the wolf jumped and fell into a hot hole.
His belly burst from the fire, the kids jumped out of there, all alive, yes - jump to the mother!
And they began to live, to live as before.
Russian folk tale "Geese-swans"
There lived a husband and a wife. They had a daughter, Masha, and a son, Vanyushka.
Once father and mother gathered in the city and said to Masha:
- Well, daughter, be smart: don't go anywhere, take care of your brother. And we will bring you presents from the bazaar.
So the father and mother left, and Masha put her brother on the grass under the window and ran out into the street, to her friends.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, swan geese swooped in, picked up Vanyushka, put him on wings and carried him away.
Masha returned, looking - there is no brother! She gasped, rushed back and forth - Vanyushka was nowhere to be seen. She called, she called - her brother did not respond. Masha began to cry, but tears cannot help grief. She is to blame, she herself must find her brother.
Masha ran out into the open field, looked around. He sees that geese-swans rushed in the distance and disappeared behind a dark forest.
Masha guessed that it was the geese-swans that had carried away her brother, and rushed to catch up with them.
She ran, she ran, she sees - there is a stove in the field. Masha to her:
- Stove, stove, tell me, where did the swan geese fly to?
“Throw wood at me,” says the stove, “then I’ll tell you!”
Masha quickly chopped wood and threw it into the stove.
The stove said which way to run.
He sees - there is an apple tree, all hung with ruddy apples, branches bent down to the very ground. Masha to her:
- Apple tree, apple tree, tell me, where did the swan geese fly to?
- Shake my apples, otherwise all the branches are bent - it's hard to stand!
Masha shook the apples, the apple tree lifted the branches, straightened the leaves. Masha showed the way.
- Milk river - kissel banks, where did the swan geese fly?
- A stone fell into me, - the river answers, - prevents the milk from flowing further. Move it to the side - then I'll tell you where the swan geese flew.
Masha broke off a large branch, moved the stone. The river murmured, told Masha where to run, where to look for swan geese.
Masha ran and ran and ran to the dense forest. She stood at the edge and did not know where to go now, what to do. He looks - a hedgehog sits under a stump.
“Hedgehog, hedgehog,” Masha asks, “didn’t you see where the swan geese flew to?
Hedgehog says:
“Wherever I go, go there, too!”
He curled up in a ball and rolled between the fir trees, between the birches. Rolled, rolled and rolled to the hut on chicken legs.
Masha looks - the Baba Yaga is sitting in that hut, spinning yarn. And Vanyushka is playing with golden apples near the porch.
Masha crept quietly to the hut, grabbed her brother and ran home.
A little later, Baba Yaga looked out the window: the boy is gone! She called the swan geese:
- Hurry, swan geese, fly in pursuit!
Geese-swans soared, screamed, flew away.
And Masha runs, carries her brother, does not feel her legs under her. I looked back - I saw swan geese ... What should I do? She ran to the milk river - jelly banks. And the swan geese scream, flap their wings, catch up with her ...
“River, river,” Masha asks, “hide us!”
The river put her and her brother under a steep bank, hid them from the swan geese.
The swan geese did not see Masha, they flew past.
Masha came out from under the steep bank, thanked the river and ran again.
And the geese-swans saw her - they returned, they fly towards her. Masha ran up to the apple tree:
- Apple tree, apple tree, hide me!
The apple tree covered it with branches, with wings covered with leaves. The swan geese circled and circled, did not find Masha and Vanyushka, and flew past.
Masha came out from under the apple tree, thanked her and started running again!
She runs, carries her brother, it’s not far from home ... Yes, unfortunately, the swan geese saw her again - and well, after her! They cackle, swoop in, flap their wings over their very heads - just look, Vanyushka will be pulled out of his hands ... It's good that the stove is nearby. Masha to her:
“Stove, stove, hide me!”
The stove hid it, closed it with a damper. The swan geese flew up to the stove, let's open the damper, but it wasn't there. They poked themselves into the chimney, but they didn’t hit the stove, they only smeared the wings with soot.
They circled, circled, shouted, shouted, and so on with nothing and returned to Baba Yaga ...
And Masha and her brother got out of the stove and went home at full speed. She ran home, washed her brother, combed her hair, put him on a bench, and sat next to him herself.
Here soon both the father and mother returned from the city, the gifts were brought.
Saying
The owl flew
Cheerful head;
Here she flew, flew and sat down;
She turned her tail
Yes, I looked around...
This is a hint. What about a fairy tale?
The story is ahead.
Russian folk tale "Golden Egg"
Grandfather and grandmother lived,
And they had a chicken ryaba.
The hen laid an egg:
The testicle is not simple, golden.
Grandfather beat, beat -
Did not break;
Baba beat, beat -
Didn't break.
The mouse ran
Waving her tail -
testicle dropped
And crashed.
Grandfather and woman are crying;
The hen cackles:
- Don't cry, grandfather, don't cry, woman.
I'll lay you another testicle
Not golden, simple.
Russian folk tale "Turnip"
Grandfather planted a turnip - a large, very large turnip grew. The grandfather began to drag a turnip out of the ground: he pulls, he pulls, he cannot pull it out.
The grandfather called the grandmother for help. Grandmother for grandfather, grandfather for turnip: they pull, they pull, they can’t pull it out.
The grandmother called her granddaughter. Granddaughter for grandmother, grandmother for grandfather, grandfather for turnip: they pull, they pull, they cannot pull it out.
The granddaughter called Zhuchka. A bug for a granddaughter, a granddaughter for a grandmother, a grandmother for a grandfather, a grandfather for a turnip: they pull, they pull, they cannot pull it out.
Bug called Masha the cat. Masha for the Beetle, the Beetle for the granddaughter, the granddaughter for the grandmother, the grandmother for the grandfather, the grandfather for the turnip: they pull, they pull, they cannot pull it out.
The cat Masha called the mouse. Mouse for Masha, Masha for Bug, Bug for granddaughter, granddaughter for grandmother, grandmother for grandfather, grandfather for turnip: pull-pull - they pulled out the turnip!
Russian folk tale "Kolobok"
There lived an old man and an old woman.
This is what the old man asks:
- Bake me, old gingerbread man.
- Yes, from what to bake something? There is no flour.
- Eh, old woman, mark the barn, scrape the twigs - that's enough.
The old woman did just that: she churned, scraped together a handful of two flours, kneaded the dough with sour cream, rolled up a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to cool.
Tired of the kolobok lying, he rolled from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor and to the door, jumped over the threshold into the vestibule, from the vestibule to the porch, from the porch to the yard, and then beyond the gate further and further.
A bun rolls along the road, and a hare meets it:
- No, do not eat me, oblique, but rather listen to what song I will sing to you.
The hare raised his ears, and the bun sang:
I'm a bun, a bun!
By the barn methen,
Scraped by the knuckles,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
It's cold on the window.
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
From you, a hare, it’s not cunning to get away.
A gingerbread man rolls along a path in the forest, and a gray wolf meets him:
— Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man! I will eat you!
- Don't eat me, gray wolf: I'll sing a song for you.
And the bun sang:
I'm a bun, a bun!
By the barn methen,
Scraped by the knuckles,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
It's cold on the window.
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit
From you, the wolf, it’s not cunning to get away.
A gingerbread man is rolling through the forest, and a bear is walking towards him, breaking brushwood, and bending the bushes to the ground.
- Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man, I'll Eat You!
- Well, where are you, clubfoot, eat me! Listen to my song.
Kolobok sang, and Misha hung his ears.
I'm a bun, a bun!
By the barn methen,
Scraped by the knuckles,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
It's cold on the window..
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit
I left the wolf
From you, bear, half grief to leave.
And the bun rolled - the bear only looked after him.
A bun rolls, and a fox meets it:
— Hello, kolobok! What a pretty, ruddy little boy you are!
Gingerbread man is glad that he was praised, and sang his song, and the fox listens and creeps closer and closer.
I'm a bun, a bun!
By the barn methen,
Scraped by the knuckles,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
It's cold on the window.
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit
I left the wolf
Left the bear
From you, fox, do not cunningly leave.
- Nice song! - said the fox. - Yes, the trouble, my dear, is that I have become old, I can’t hear well. Sit on my face and sing one more time.
Kolobok was delighted that his song was praised, jumped on the fox's face and sang:
I'm a bun, a bun!..
And his fox - din! — and ate it.
Russian folk tale "The Cockerel and the Bean Seed"
There lived a cockerel and a hen. The cockerel was in a hurry, everything was in a hurry, and the hen, you know, says to yourself:
- Petya, don't hurry, Petya, don't hurry.
Once a cockerel was pecking at bean seeds and in a hurry and choked. He choked, did not breathe, did not hear, as if the dead were lying.
The chicken was frightened, rushed to the hostess, shouting:
- Oh, hostess, let me quickly grease the cockerel's neck with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
The hostess says:
- Run quickly to the cow, ask her for milk, and I'll already churn the butter.
The chicken rushed to the cow:
- Cow, my dear, give me milk as soon as possible, the hostess will knock butter out of milk, I will grease the cockerel's neck with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
- Go quickly to the owner, let him bring me fresh grass.
The chicken runs to the owner:
- Master! Master! Hurry, give the cow fresh grass, the cow will give milk, the hostess will knock butter out of the milk, I will grease the neck of the cockerel with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
- Run quickly to the blacksmith for a scythe.
The hen rushed with all its might to the blacksmith:
- Blacksmith, blacksmith, give the owner a good scythe. The owner will give grass to the cow, the cow will give milk, the hostess will give me butter, I will grease the neck of the cockerel: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
The blacksmith gave the owner a new scythe, the owner gave the cow fresh grass, the cow gave milk, the hostess churned butter, gave butter to the hen.
The chicken smeared the neck of the cockerel. The bean seed slipped through. The cockerel jumped up and screamed at the top of his lungs:
"Ku-ka-re-ku!"
Russian folk tale "The goatlings and the wolf"
There lived a goat. The goat made a hut in the forest. Every day the goat went to the forest for food. She will go away herself, and she tells the children to lock themselves tightly and tightly and not to unlock the doors for anyone.
The goat returns home, knocks on the door with its horns and sings:
- Goatlings, children,
Open up, open up!
Your mother has come
Milk brought.
I, a goat, was in the forest,
Ate silk grass
I drank cold water;
Milk runs along the notch,
From the notch on the hooves,
And from the hoofs into the cheese the ground.
The kids will hear their mother and unlock her doors. She will feed them and go out to graze again.
The wolf overheard the goat and, when she left, he went to the door of the hut and sang in a thick, thick voice:
- You, kids, you, fathers,
Open up, open up!
Your mother has come
She brought milk...
Hooves full of water!
The kids listened to the wolf and say:
And they did not open the door to the wolf. The wolf left without salty slurping.
The mother came and praised the children that they obeyed her:
- You are clever, little children, that you did not unlock the wolf, otherwise he would have eaten you.
Russian folk tale "Teremok"
There was a teremok in a field. A fly flew in - a goryukha and knocks:
Nobody responds. A goryukha flew in and began to live in it.
A jumping flea jumped up:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I'm a bugger. And who are you?
- And I'm a jumping flea.
- Come live with me.
A jumping flea jumped into the tower, and they began to live together.
Pisk mosquito arrived:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I, a goryukha fly, and a jumping flea. And who are you?
- I'm a peeping mosquito.
- Come live with us.
They began to live together.
A mouse ran up:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
“I am a pig-fly, a jumping flea, and a peeping mosquito. And who are you?
- And I'm a mouse-hole.
- Come live with us.
Four of them began to live.
The frog jumped up:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I, a goryukha fly, a jumping flea, a peeping mosquito, and a mouse-burrow. And who are you?
- And I'm a frog.
- Come live with us.
Five began to live.
A stray bunny galloped up:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I, a goryukha fly, a flea-hopper, a mosquito-peeper, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog. And who are you?
- And I'm a stray bunny.
- Come live with us.
There were six of them.
The fox-sister came running:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I, a goryucha fly, a flea-bouncer, a mosquito-peeper, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog and a stray hare. And who are you?
- And I'm a fox-sister.
Seven of them lived.
A gray wolf came to the tower - from behind the bushes a snatch.
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I, a goryucha fly, a flea-hopper, a mosquito-pisk, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog, a stray hare and a fox-sister. And who are you?
- And I'm a gray wolf - because of the bushes, a snatch.
They began to live.
A bear came to the tower, knocking:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I, a goryukha fly, a jumping flea, a peeping mosquito, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog, a stray hare, a fox-sister and a wolf - because of the bushes, I am a snatcher. And who are you?
- And I'm a bear - you crush everyone. I'll lie down on the teremok - I'll crush everyone!
They were frightened and all away from the tower!
And the bear hit the tower with his paw and broke it.
Russian folk tale "Cockerel - golden comb"
Once upon a time there was a cat, a thrush and a cockerel - a golden comb. They lived in the forest, in a hut. The cat and the thrush go to the forest to chop wood, and the cockerel is left alone.
Leave - severely punished:
- We will go far, and you stay housekeeping, but don’t give a voice when the fox comes, don’t look out the window.
The fox found out that the cat and the thrush were not at home, ran to the hut, sat down under the window and sang:
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden scallop,
butter head,
silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you peas.
The cockerel put his head out the window. The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.
The rooster crowed:
The fox carries me
For dark forests
For fast rivers
Over high mountains...
Cat and thrush, save me!..
The cat and the thrush heard, rushed in pursuit and took the cockerel from the fox.
Another time, the cat and the thrush went into the forest to chop wood and again punished:
- Well, now, cock, do not look out the window! We'll go even further, we won't hear your voice.
They left, and the fox again ran to the hut and sang:
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden scallop,
butter head,
silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you peas.
The boys were running
Scattered the wheat
chickens are pecking,
Roosters are not allowed...
— Ko-ko-ko! How do they not give?
The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.
The rooster crowed:
The fox carries me
For dark forests
For fast rivers
Over high mountains...
Cat and thrush, save me!..
The cat and the thrush heard and gave chase. The cat runs, the thrush flies ... They caught up with the fox - the cat fights, the thrush pecks, and the cockerel was taken away.
For a long time, for a short time, the cat and the thrush again gathered in the forest to cut firewood. When leaving, they severely punished the cockerel:
Don't listen to the fox, don't look out the window! We will go even further, we will not hear your voice.
And the cat and the thrush went far into the forest to chop wood. And the fox is right there - sat under the window and sings:
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden scallop,
butter head,
silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you peas.
The cockerel sits silent. And the fox again:
The boys were running
Scattered the wheat
chickens are pecking,
Roosters are not allowed...
The rooster keeps silent. And the fox again:
People were running
Nuts were poured
The chickens are pecking
Roosters are not allowed...
Cockerel and put his head in the window:
— Ko-ko-ko! How do they not give?
The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole, beyond dark forests, over fast rivers, over high mountains...
No matter how much the cockerel screamed or called, the cat and the thrush did not hear him. And when they returned home, the cockerel was gone.
A cat and a thrush ran in the footsteps of Lisitsyn. The cat is running, the thrush is flying... They ran to the fox hole. The cat set up the guseltsy and let's play:
Drift, nonsense, guseltsy,
Golden strings...
Is Lisafya-kuma still at home,
Is it in your warm nest?
The fox listened, listened and thinks:
"Let me see - who plays the harp so well, sings sweetly."
I took it and climbed out of the hole. The cat and the thrush grabbed her - and let's beat and beat. They beat and beat her until she carried her legs off.
They took a cockerel, put it in a basket and brought it home.
And since then they began to live and be, and now they live.
Russian folk tale "Geese"
An old man lived with an old woman. They had a daughter and a little son. The old people gathered in the city and ordered their daughter:
- We will go, daughter, to the city, we will bring you a bun, we will buy a handkerchief; but you be smart, take care of your brother, don’t go out of the yard.
The old people are gone; the girl put her brother on the grass under the window, and she ran out into the street and played. The geese swooped in, picked up the boy and carried him away on wings.
A girl came running, looking - no brother! Rushed back and forth - no! The girl called, the brother called, but she didn't answer. She ran out into an open field - a herd of goose rushed in the distance and disappeared behind a dark forest. “That’s right, the geese carried off the brother!” - thought the girl and set off to catch up with the geese.
The girl ran, ran, she sees - there is a stove.
- Stove, stove, tell me, where did the geese fly?
- Eat my rye pie - I'll tell you.
And the girl says:
“My father doesn’t even eat wheat!
- Apple tree, apple tree! Where did the geese go?
- Eat my forest apple - then I'll tell you.
“My father doesn’t even eat garden ones!” - said the girl and ran on.
A girl runs and sees: a river of milk is flowing - jelly banks.
- Milk river - jelly banks! Tell me, where did the geese fly?
- Eat my simple jelly with milk - then I'll tell you.
“My father doesn’t even eat cream!
The girl would have had to run for a long time, but a hedgehog met her. The girl wanted to push the hedgehog, but she was afraid to prick herself and asks:
- Hedgehog, hedgehog, where did the geese fly?
The hedgehog showed the way to the girl. The girl ran along the road and sees - there is a hut on chicken legs, it is worth turning around. In the hut sits a baba-yaga, a bone leg, a clay muzzle; the brother sits on a bench by the window, playing with golden apples. The girl crept up to the window, grabbed her brother and ran home. And the Baba Yaga called the geese and sent them in pursuit of the girl.
A girl runs, and the geese completely catch up with her. Where to go? The girl ran to the milky river with jelly banks:
- Rechenka, my dear, cover me!
- Eat my simple jelly with milk.
The girl sipped kisselika with milk. Then the river hid the girl under a steep bank, and the geese flew past.
A girl ran out from under the bank and ran on, and the geese saw her and again set off in pursuit. What should a girl do? She ran to the apple tree:
- Apple tree, dove, hide me!
- Eat my forest apple, then I'll hide it.
There is nothing for the girl to do, she ate a forest apple. The apple tree covered the girl with branches, the geese flew past.
A girl came out from under the apple tree and started running home. She runs, and the geese again saw her - and well, after her! They fly completely, flapping their wings over their heads. A little girl ran to the stove:
“Pechechka, mother, hide me!”
- Eat my rye pie, then I'll hide it.
The girl quickly ate a rye pie and climbed into the oven. The geese flew by.
The girl got out of the stove and went home at full speed. The geese again saw the girl and again chased after her. They’re about to fly in, beat them in the face with their wings, and look, they’ll tear the brother out of their hands, but the hut was already not far away. The girl ran into the hut, quickly slammed the doors and closed the windows. The geese circled over the hut, shouted, and so with nothing, they flew to Baba Yaga.
An old man and an old woman came home, they see - the boy is at home, alive and well. They gave the girl a bun and a handkerchief.
Russian folk tale "Crow"
Once upon a time there was a crow, and she lived not alone, but with nannies, mothers, with small children, with near and far neighbors. Birds flew in from overseas, large and small, geese and swans, birdies and birdies, built their nests in the mountains, in the valleys, in the forests, in the meadows and laid eggs.
A crow noticed this and, well, offend migratory birds, carry their testicles!
An owl flew and saw that a crow offends large and small birds, carrying testicles.
“Wait,” he says, “you worthless crow, we will find a trial and punishment for you!”
And he flew far away, into the stone mountains, to the gray eagle. Arrived and asks:
- Father gray eagle, give us your righteous judgment on the offender-crow! From her there is no life for either small or large birds: she ruins our nests, steals cubs, drags eggs and feeds her crows with them!
The eagle shook his gray head and sent for the crow a light, lesser ambassador - a sparrow. The sparrow fluttered up and flew after the crow. She was about to make excuses, but all the bird's strength rose up on her, all the birds, and, well, pinching, pecking, driving to the eagle for judgment. There was nothing to do - she croaked and flew away, and all the birds took off and rushed after her.
So they flew to the eagle's dwelling and settled him, and the crow stands in the middle and pulls himself in front of the eagle, preens.
And the eagle began to interrogate the crow:
“They say about you, crow, that you open your mouth at someone else’s good, that you carry eggs from large and small birds and carry eggs!”
- It's a slander, father, a gray eagle, a slander, I'm only picking up shells!
“A complaint about you also reaches me that as soon as a peasant comes out to sow arable land, so you get up with all your crows and, well, peck the seeds!”
- It's a slander, father, a gray eagle, a slander! With my girlfriends, with small children, with children, households, I only carry worms from fresh arable land!
“And people are crying at you everywhere, that as soon as the bread is burned and the sheaves are stacked, then you will fly in with all your crows and let's be mischievous, stir up the sheaves and break the sheaves!”
- It's a slander, father, a gray eagle, a slander! We help this for a good deed - we disassemble the mop, we give access to the sun and the wind so that the bread does not germinate and the grain dries out!
The eagle got angry at the old liar-crow, ordered her to be planted in prison, in a lattice tower, behind iron bolts, behind damask locks. There she sits to this day!
Russian folk tale "The Fox and the Hare"
Once upon a time there was a little gray Bunny on the field, but there lived a Little Fox-sister.
That's how the frosts went, Bunny began to shed, and when the icy winter came, with a blizzard and snowdrifts, Bunny turned completely white from the cold, and he decided to build a hut for himself: he dragged luboks and let's fence the hut. Lisa saw this and said:
“You little one, what are you doing?”
“You see, I’m building a hut from the cold.
“Look, what a quick-witted one,” she thought.
Fox, - let's build a hut - only not a popular house, but chambers, a crystal Palace!
So she began to carry ice and lay a hut.
Both huts ripened at once, and our animals began to live with their homes.
Liska looks into the icy window and chuckles at the Bunny: “Look, black-footed, what a shack he made! Whether it’s my business: both clean and bright - neither give nor take the crystal palace!
Everything was fine for the fox in the winter, but as spring came after winter, and the snow began to drive away, warm the earth, then Liskin's palace melted and ran downhill with water. How can Liska be without a home? Here she ambushed when Zaika came out of his hut for a walk, snow grass, plucked rabbit cabbage, crept into Zaika's hut and climbed onto the floor.
Bunny came, pushed through the door - it was locked.
He waited a little and started knocking again.
- It's me, master. gray bunny, let me go, Lisonka.
“Get out, I won’t let you in,” Lisa answered.
Bunny waited and said:
- Enough, Lisonka, joking, let me go, I really want to sleep.
And Lisa replied:
- Wait, oblique, that's how I jump out, and jump out, and go shake you, only shreds will fly in the wind!
Bunny cried and went where his eyes look. He met a gray wolf:
- Great, Bunny, what are you crying about, what are you grieving about?
- But how can I not grieve, not grieve: I had a bast hut, Fox had an ice one. The fox hut melted, the water left, she captured mine and does not let me, the owner!
“But wait,” said the Wolf, “we will kick her out!”
- Hardly, Volchenka, we will drive her out, she is firmly entrenched!
- I'm not me, if I don't drive out the Fox! Wolf growled.
So the Bunny was delighted and went with the Wolf to chase the Fox. They came.
- Hey, Lisa Patrikeevna, get out of someone else's hut! cried the Wolf.
And the Fox answered him from the hut:
“Wait, that’s how I’ll get off the stove, and I’ll jump out, but I’ll jump out, and I’ll go to beat you, so only shreds will fly in the wind!”
- Oh, how angry! - grumbled the Wolf, tucked his tail and ran into the forest, and the Bunny was left crying in the field.
Bull is coming:
- Great, Bunny, what are you grieving about, what are you crying about?
- But how can I not grieve, how not to grieve: I had a bast hut, Fox had an icy one. The fox hut has melted, it has captured mine, and now it doesn’t let me, the owner, go home!
- But wait, - said the Bull, - we will drive her out.
- No, Bychenka, it’s unlikely to drive her out, she sat down firmly, the Wolf already drove her - he didn’t kick her out, and you, Bull, can’t be kicked out!
“I’m not me, if I don’t kick me out,” the Bull muttered.
The Bunny was delighted and went with the Bull to survive the Fox. They came.
- Hey, Lisa Patrikeevna, get out of someone else's hut! Buck muttered.
And Lisa answered him:
- Wait, that's how I get off the stove and go to beat you, the Bull, so only shreds will fly in the wind!
- Oh, how angry! - mumbled the Bull, threw back his head and let's run away.
The bunny sat down near the hummock and began to cry.
Here comes the Mishka-Bear and says:
- Great, oblique, what are you grieving about, what are you crying about?
- But how can I not grieve, how not to grieve: I had a bast hut, and Fox had an icy one. The fox hut melted, she captured mine and does not let me, the owner, go home!
“But wait,” said the Bear, “we will kick her out!”
- No, Mikhailo Potapych, it is unlikely to expel her, she sat down firmly. The wolf drove - did not drive out. The bull drove - didn’t drive out, and you can’t drive out!
“I am not me,” the Bear roared, “if the Fox does not survive!”
So the Bunny was delighted and went, bouncing, to drive the Fox with the Bear. They came.
“Hey, Lisa Patrikeevna,” the Bear roared, “get out of someone else’s hut!”
And Lisa answered him:
“Wait, Mikhailo Potapych, that’s how I’ll get off the stove, and I’ll jump out, but I’ll jump out, and I’ll go and beat you, clubfoot, so only shreds will fly in the wind!”
- Oooh, K8.K8. I'm fierce! - the Bear roared and started running in a rut.
How to be a hare? He began to beg the Fox, but the Fox does not lead with his ear. Here the Bunny cried and went where his eyes look and met a kochet, a red Rooster, with a saber on his shoulder.
- Great, Bunny, how are you doing, what are you grieving about, what are you crying about?
- But how can I not grieve, how not to grieve, if they are driven from their native ashes? I had a bast hut, and the Fox had an icy one. The fox hut has melted, it has occupied mine and does not let me, the owner, go home!
“But wait,” said the Rooster, “we will kick her out!”
- It is unlikely that you will be kicked out, Petenka, she has sat down painfully hard! The Wolf drove her - did not drive her out, the Bull drove her - did not drive her out, the Bear drove her - did not drive her out, where can you control it!
“Let’s try,” said the Cockerel and went with the Hare to drive the Fox out.
As they came to the hut, the Rooster sang:
There is a kochet on his heels,
Carries a saber on his shoulders
Wants to kill Liska,
Sew a hat for yourself
Come out, Lisa, have pity on yourself!
As Lisa heard the threat to Petukhov, she was frightened and said:
- Wait, Cockerel, golden comb, silk beard!
And the Rooster cries:
- Ku-ka-re-ku, I'll chop everything!
- Petenka-Cockerel, have pity on the old bones, let me put on a fur coat!
And the Rooster, standing at the door, know yourself shouting:
There is a kochet on his heels,
Carries a saber on his shoulders
Wants to kill Liska,
Sew a hat for yourself
Come out, Lisa, have pity on yourself!
Nothing to do, nowhere to go to Lisa: she opened the door and jumped out. And the Rooster settled with the Bunny in his hut, and they began to live, to be, and to save up good.
Russian folk tale "The Fox and the Crane"
The fox made friends with the crane, even made friends with him at someone's homeland.
So the fox once decided to treat the crane, went to invite him to visit:
- Come, kumanek, come, dear! How can I feed you!
A crane is going to a feast, and a fox has boiled semolina porridge and spread it on a plate. Served and treats:
- Eat, my little dove-kumanek! She cooked herself.
The crane clap-clap its nose, knocked, knocked, nothing hits!
And the fox at this time licks herself and licks porridge, so she ate it all herself.
The porridge is eaten; fox says:
- Do not blame me, dear godfather! There is nothing more to eat.
- Thank you, godfather, and on this! Come to visit me!
The next day, the fox comes, and the crane prepared okroshka, poured it into a jug with a small neck, put it on the table and said:
- Eat, gossip! Right, there is nothing more to regale.
The fox began to spin around the jug, and this way it will go in, and that way, and lick it, and sniff it - it won’t get anything! The head does not fit into the jug. Meanwhile, the crane pecks at itself and pecks until it has eaten everything.
- Well, do not blame me, godfather! Nothing else to eat!
Annoyance took the fox: she thought that she would eat for a whole week, but she went home like she slurped unsalted. As backfired, so it responded!
Since then, the friendship between the fox and the crane has been apart.
All of us were once children and all, without exception, loved fairy tales. After all, in the world of fairy tales there is a special and unusual style filled with our dreams and fantasies. Without fairy tales, even the real world loses its colors, becomes mundane and boring. But where did everyone come from famous heroes? Perhaps the real Baba Yaga and the goblin once walked the earth? Let's figure it out together!
According to the definition of V. Dahl, "a fairy tale is a fictional story, an unprecedented and even unrealizable story, a legend." But the New Illustrated Encyclopedia gives the following definition of a fairy tale: “this is one of the main genres of folklore, an epic, mostly prose work of a magical, adventurous or everyday nature with a focus on fiction.” And of course, one cannot help but recall the words of our great poet: “A fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it! Good fellows lesson!”
That is, whatever one may say, it is a fairy tale-fiction... But everything in it is unusual, magical and very attractive. There is an immersion in a mysterious, enchanted world, where animals speak with a human voice, where objects and trees move by themselves, where good always triumphs over evil.
Each of us remembers how the Fox was punished for having deceived the Bunny out of the hut (“The Fox and the Hare”), how the stupid Wolf cruelly paid with his tail, who took the word of the cunning Fox (“The Wolf and the Fox”), how quickly they managed with a turnip (“Turnip”), when they decided to pull it together and, moreover, they didn’t forget to call the Mouse, how the strong forgot about the weak in the fairy tale “Teremok” and what it led to ...
Clever, kind, correct, highly moral, embedded in fairy tales helps to bring up the best human qualities in our children. The fairy tale teaches the wisdom of life. And these values are eternal, they form what we call spiritual culture.
Among other things, the invaluability of fairy tales is that they provide an opportunity to acquaint children with the life and way of life of the Russian people.
What does Russian village mean? What did a tree, a forest mean for a Russian person? And household items: dishes, clothes, shoes (some famous bast shoes are worth something!), musical instruments(balalaika, gusli). This is our opportunity to tell and show children how people used to live in Russia, how the culture of a great nation developed, of which we, their parents, grandparents, became a part of by the will of fate.
A Russian folk tale is also an invaluable assistant in the formation of a child's language and speech skills. Words and expressions from fairy tales with their ancient and deep meaning are laid in our minds and live in us, no matter where we ourselves are.
Fairy tales provide an opportunity to expand vocabulary on any topic (be it animal tales, household or magical ones). Traditional Russian repetitions, special melody, rare words, proverbs and sayings “forgotten” by us, what Russian speech is so rich in: all this makes the fairy tale accessible, understandable for children's consciousness, helps to remember it easily and quickly. And all this develops the imagination of children, teaches them beautiful and coherent speech. (Who knows, maybe those fairy tales that they begin to invent after Russian folk tales will also someday enter the treasury of the language).
Fairy tale is special literary genre, a story unfolding in a timeless and extra-spatial dimension. Characters such stories are fictional characters who get into difficult situations and get out of them thanks to assistants, most often endowed with magical properties. At the same time, insidious villains build various intrigues for them, but in the end, good wins. The creation of fairy tales has an ancient history.
FROM THE HISTORY OF FAIRY TALES:
Fairy tales appeared in such a deep antiquity that it is very difficult to accurately determine the time of their birth. We also know little about their authors. Most likely, the tales were composed by the same peasants and shepherds who often acted as the main characters of the story.
Has anyone wondered if there are real events behind these legends, whether there were fairy-tale heroes the most ordinary people whose lives and adventures could become the basis for fairy tales. Why not? For example, a goblin could turn out to be someone who lived in the forest for a long time, weaned from communicating with people, but got along well with the forest and its inhabitants. Well, Vasilisa is a beauty - everything is clear here. But Koschey the Deathless looks like an old man who married a young girl.
But with the situation is more interesting. Our land is located at the crossroads from Europe to Asia, from south to north and vice versa. That is why we lived in close connection with the neighboring peoples. From the north, the Vikings contacted us, who were one step higher in development than we were. They brought us metal and weapons, their legends and fairy tales - and we brought them clothes, shoes and food, everything that our land is rich in. From there, the tale of Baba Yaga, where she was the evil old woman Heel on two bone legs, who lives in a separate hut on the outskirts of the forest, guards the souls of the dead and is a border point in the transition from earthly life to the afterlife. She is not particularly kind and day after day creates a lot of trials and troubles for those who follow this path. That is why the heroes of our fairy tales come to Baba Yaga, driven into a dead corner by their troubles.
They passed fairy tales from mouth to mouth, from generation to generation, changing them along the way and supplementing them with new details.
Tales were told by adults and - contrary to our present submission Not only for children, but for adults too.
Fairy tales taught to get out of difficult situations, to overcome trials with honor, to overcome fear - and any fairy tale ended in a happy ending.
Some scholars believe that primitive rites lie at the origins of the tale. The rites themselves were forgotten - the stories were preserved as a storehouse of useful and instructive knowledge.
It is difficult to say when the first fairy tale appeared. Probably, this is not possible "neither in a fairy tale to say, nor to describe with a pen." But it is known that the first fairy tales were devoted to natural phenomena and their main characters were the Sun, Wind and Moon.
A little later, they took on a relatively human form. For example, the owner of the water is Grandpa Vodyanoy, and Leshy is the owner of the forest and forest animals. It is these images that indicate that folk tales were created at a time when people humanized and animated all the elements and forces of nature.
Water Another important aspect of the beliefs of primitive people, which is reflected in folk tales, is the veneration of birds and animals. Our ancestors believed that each clan and tribe comes from a specific animal, which was the patron of the clan (totem). That is why Raven Voronovich, Sokol or Eagle often act in Russian fairy tales.
Also in folk tales, ancient rites have also found their expression (for example, the initiation of a boy into hunters and warriors). It is surprising that it is with the help of fairy tales that they have come down to us in an almost primordial form. Therefore, folk tales are very interesting for historians.
FAIRY TALES AND NATIONAL CHARACTER
Fairy tales reveal all the most important aspects of Russian life. Fairy tales are an inexhaustible source of information about national character. Their strength lies in the fact that they not only reveal it, but also create it. Fairy tales reveal many individual traits of the character of a Russian person and his features. inner peace and ideals.
Here is a typical dialogue (fairy tale "The Flying Ship"):
The old man asks the fool: "Where are you going?"
- "Yes, the king promised to give his daughter for the one who will make a flying ship."
- "Can you make such a ship?"
- "No, I can't!" - "So why are you going?" - "God knows!"
For this wonderful answer (because he is honest!) the old man helps the hero get the princess. This eternal wandering “I don’t know where”, in search of “I don’t know what” is inherent in all Russian fairy tales, and indeed in all Russian life as a whole.
Even in Russian fairy tales, as in the Russian people, faith in a miracle is strong.
Of course, all fairy tales in the world are based on some extraordinary events. But nowhere does the miraculous dominate the plot so much as in the Russians. It piles up, overwhelms the action and is always believed in, unconditionally and without a shadow of a doubt.
Artist: Anastasia Stolbova Russian fairy tales also testify to the special faith of a Russian person in the meaning of the spoken word. So, there is a separate cycle from the category of fairy tales-legends, in which the whole plot is tied to various kinds of randomly escaped curses. It is characteristic that only Russian versions of such fairy tales are known. IN fairy tales the importance of the spoken word is also emphasized, the need to keep it: he promised to marry the one who finds the arrow - must be fulfilled; kept his word and went to his father's grave - you will be rewarded; made a promise to marry the one who stole the wings - do it. All fairy tales are filled with these simple truths.
The word opens the door, turns the hut, breaks the spell. The sung song brings back the memory of the husband, who has forgotten and did not recognize his wife, the kid with his quatrain (except for him, apparently, he can’t say anything, otherwise he would have explained what happened) saves his sister Alyonushka and himself. They believe the word without any doubt. “I’ll be useful to you,” says some bunny, and the hero lets him go, confident (as well as the reader) that this will be so.
Often heroes are rewarded for their suffering. This theme is also especially loved by the Russian fairy tale. Often, sympathy is on the side of the heroes (even more often - the heroines) not because of their special qualities or the actions they perform, but because of those life circumstances - misfortune, orphanhood, poverty - in which they find themselves. In this case, salvation comes from outside, from nowhere, not as a result of the hero's active actions, but as the restoration of justice. Such fairy tales are designed to bring up compassion, sympathy for one's neighbor, a feeling of love for all those who suffer. How can one not recall the idea of F. M. Dostoevsky that suffering is necessary for a person, because it strengthens and purifies the soul.
The attitude of the Russian people to work reflected in fairy tales seems peculiar. Here, it would seem, is a fairy tale about Emelya the Fool, incomprehensible from the point of view of ideals.
He lay all his life on the stove, did nothing, and even did not hide the reasons, answered "I'm lazy!" to all requests for help. Once I went on the water and caught a magic pike. The continuation is well known to everyone: the pike persuaded him to let her go back into the hole, and for this she undertook to fulfill all the wishes of Emelya. And now, “at the behest of the pike, at my request,” a sleigh without a horse is taking the fool to the city, the ax cuts the wood itself, and they are stacked in the oven, the buckets are marching into the house without outside help. Moreover, Emelya also got the royal daughter, also not without the intervention of magic.
The end, however, is still encouraging (for some reason it is often omitted in children's retellings): “The fool, seeing that all people are like people, and he alone was not good and stupid, wanted to become better and for this he said: “According to the pike by command, but at my request, if only I became such a fine fellow, so that there would be no such thing for me and that I be extremely smart! And as soon as he managed to utter it, then at that very moment he became so beautiful, and, moreover, smart, that everyone was surprised.
This tale is often interpreted as a reflection of the age-old tendency of a Russian person to laziness, idleness.
She speaks, rather, of the severity of peasant labor, which gave rise to a desire to relax, made one dream of a magical assistant.
Yes, if you are lucky and you catch a miracle pike, you can do nothing with pleasure, lie on a warm stove and think about the tsar's daughter. All this, of course, is also unrealistic for a man dreaming about it, like a stove driving through the streets, and his usual difficult daily work awaits him, but you can dream of something pleasant.
The tale also reveals another difference between Russian culture - it does not contain the sanctity of the concept of labor, that special reverent attitude, on the verge of "labor for the sake of labor itself", which is characteristic, for example, of Germany or modern America. It is known, for example, that one of the most common problems among Americans is the inability to relax, get distracted from business, understand that nothing will happen if you go on vacation for a week. For a Russian person, there is no such problem - he knows how to relax and have fun, but he perceives work as inevitable.
The famous philosopher I. Ilyin considered such “laziness” of a Russian person as part of his creative, contemplative nature. “We were taught contemplation, first of all, by our flat space,” the Russian thinker wrote, “our nature, with its distances and clouds, with its rivers, forests, thunderstorms and snowstorms. Hence our unquenchable gaze, our daydreaming, our contemplating "laziness" (A.S. Pushkin), behind which lies the power of creative imagination. Russian contemplation was given beauty that captivated the heart, and this beauty was introduced into everything - from fabric and lace to housing and fortifications. Let there be no zeal and exaltation of labor, but there is a sense of beauty, merging with nature. This also bears fruit - a rich folk art, expressed, among other things, in the fabulous heritage.
The attitude towards wealth is unequivocal. Greed is perceived as a great vice. Poverty is a virtue.
This does not mean that there is no dream of prosperity: the difficulties of peasant life made us dream of a self-assembly tablecloth, of a stove in which “both goose, and pigs, and pies - apparently, invisible! One word to say - what only the soul wants, everything is there! ”, About the invisible Shmat-mind, which sets the table with dishes, and then cleans it, etc. And about magic castles that are built themselves in one day, and about half the kingdom, for the bride received, it was also pleasant to dream on long winter evenings.
But the heroes get wealth easily, in between times, when they don’t even think about it, as an additional prize for a good bride or saved wife. Those who strive for it as an end in itself are always punished and remain “with nothing”.
