In a certain kingdom, a certain state, namely the one in which we live, there lived a landowner. The landowner had a cat, his name was Vaska-Muska. The landowner loved Vaska-Muska, and the cat did his cat’s job well - he caught rats and mice in the grain stores...
There lived in my grandfather’s yard a gray hen, Corydalis, and a cheerful cockerel, Petya. One day the Corydalis hen was walking around her grandfather’s garden. And a large cloud was passing over the village, and thunder struck from the cloud. Hail fell like large peas...
Once upon a time there lived a goat and a ram in the same yard; They lived together amicably: a bunch of hay, and that in half. And if a pitchfork hits the side, it’s for Vaska the cat alone! He's such a thief and robber, he's out fishing every hour, and wherever he lies, his stomach hurts...
Once upon a time there lived a peasant who had a Sheep. The owner didn’t like her and tortured her with nagging! She decided to leave home. I walked, I walked. The Fox met her: “Where are you going, Sheep?”
The goat and the ram went into the deep forest to pluck grass and take a walk in the open air. We walked and walked and got lost in dark forest. We went into a deep thicket and looked: wolves were cooking lunch under a tree. The goat quietly says to the ram: “What are we going to do, friend ram?” Apparently we are lost. Fierce wolves will eat us...
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 blackbird go into the forest to chop wood, and leave the cockerel alone. They leave and are severely punished: “We will go far, but you stay to be a housekeeper, but don’t raise your voice, when the fox comes, don’t look out the window...
Once upon a time there lived a grandfather, a woman and a granddaughter Masha. They had neither a cow, nor a pig, nor any cattle - just a goat. Goat, black eyes, crooked leg, sharp horns. Grandfather loved this goat very much. Once the grandfather sent the grandmother to graze the goat. She grazed and grazed and drove home...
A crane met a fox: “What, fox, can you fly?” - No I do not know how to. - Sit on me, I’ll teach you. The fox sat on the crane. The crane carried her away high, high. - What, fox, do you see the earth...
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. They had a granddaughter Alyonushka. The girlfriends got ready to go into the forest to pick berries and came to invite her with them. For a long time the old people did not let their granddaughter go. Then they agreed, only they ordered her to keep up with her friends. Girls walk through the forest, picking berries. Tree by tree, bush by bush - Alyonushka fell behind her friends...
The fox and the crane became friends. So the fox decided to treat the crane, and went to invite him to visit her: “Come, little kuman, come, dear!” I'll treat you! The crane went to the banquet. And the fox cooked semolina porridge and spread it on the plate...
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. They sowed turnips. So the bear got into the habit of stealing turnips from them. The old man went to look and saw: a lot of turnips had been picked and scattered around. He returned home and told the old woman...
One day a man was sitting in the forest under a tree and eating bread. The Wolf saw him and asked: “What are you eating, man?” “Your own bread,” he answers. - Give me some bread to try. The man cut off the edge of the bread. The wolf ate it and licked his lips: the bread was delicious...
Once upon a time there lived an old woman who spoke, and she had a goat with kids. In the morning people will get up and get to work, but the old woman still lies on the stove. Only by lunchtime will he get up, eat, drink - and let’s talk. She talks, talks, talks - both with neighbors, and with passers-by, and with herself...
Once upon a time there lived a fox and a hare. The fox had an ice hut, the hare had a bast hut. The red spring has come - the fox’s hut has melted, but the hare’s hut remains as before. So the fox asked him to spend the night, and kicked him out of the hut. A dear bunny walks along and cries. A dog meets him. - Tyaf, tyaf, tyaf! Why, bunny, are you crying...
Russian folk tale "The Fox and the Cancer"
The fox and the crayfish stood together and talked to each other. The fox says to the cancer: “Let’s run a race with you.” Cancer replies: “Well, fox, come on!”
They began to distill. As soon as the fox ran, the crayfish clung to its tail. The fox reached the spot, but the crayfish wouldn’t come off. The fox turned around to look, wagged its tail, the crayfish unhooked itself and said: “And I’ve been waiting for you here for a long time.”
Russian folk tale "The Fox and the Black Grouse"
The black grouse was sitting on a tree. The fox came up to him and said:
- Hello, black grouse, my friend! When I heard your voice, I came to see you.
“Thank you for your kind words,” said the black grouse.
The fox pretended not to hear and said:
- What are you saying? I can not hear. You, little black grouse, my friend, should come down to the grass for a walk and talk to me, otherwise I won’t hear from the tree.
Teterev said:
- I'm afraid to go on the grass. It is dangerous for us birds to walk on the ground.
- Or are you afraid of me? - said the fox.
“It’s not you, I’m afraid of other animals,” said the black grouse. - There are all kinds of animals.
- No, little black grouse, my friend, yesterday a decree was announced so that there would be peace throughout the entire earth. Now the animals don't touch each other.
“That’s good,” said the black grouse, “otherwise the dogs are running.” If everything was the same, you would have to leave. And now you have nothing to fear.
The fox heard about the dogs, pricked up her ears and wanted to run.
-Where are you going? - said the black grouse. - After all, there is a decree, the dogs will not be touched.
“Who knows,” said the fox, “maybe they didn’t hear the decree.”
And she ran away.
Russian folk tale "Sister Fox and the Wolf"
There lived a grandfather and a woman. Grandfather says to grandma:
“You, woman, bake the pies, and I’ll harness the sleigh and go after the fish.”
He caught fish and is taking a whole load home. So he drives and sees: a fox curled up and lying on the road. Grandfather got off the cart, went up to the fox, but she didn’t move, she lay there as if dead.
- This will be a gift for my wife! - said the grandfather, took the fox and put it on the cart, and he himself walked ahead.
And the little fox seized the time and began to lightly throw everything out of the cart, one fish at a time, one fish at a time, one fish at a time. She threw out all the fish and left.
“Well, old woman,” says the grandfather, “what a collar I brought for your fur coat!”
“There’s a fish and a collar on the cart.”
A woman approached the cart: no collar, no fish, and began to scold her husband:
- Oh, you, so and so! You still decided to deceive!
Then the grandfather realized that the fox was not dead. I grieved and grieved, but there was nothing to do.
And the fox collected all the scattered fish, sat down on the road and eats for itself. Comes Gray wolf:
- Hello, sister!
- Hello, brother!
- Give me the fish!
- Catch it yourself and eat it.
- I can't.
- After all, I caught it! You, brother, go to the river, lower your tail into the hole, sit and say: “Catch, little fish, both small and great! Catch, little fish, both small and great! The fish will attach itself to its tail.
The wolf went to the river, lowered his tail into the hole and began to say:
- Catch, fish, both small and great! Catch, fish, both small and great!
Following him the fox appeared; walks around the wolf and says:
- The stars are clear, clear in the sky,
Freeze, freeze, wolf's tail!
- What are you saying, little fox-sister?
- I'm helping you.
The wolf sat for a long, long time at the ice hole, his tail froze; I tried to get up, but it didn’t work!
“Wow, there are so many fish you can’t catch!” - thinks.
He looks, and the women go for water and shout:
- Wolf, wolf! Hit him, hit him!
They came running and started beating the wolf - some with a yoke, some with a bucket, some with anything. The wolf jumped and jumped, tore off his tail and started running without looking back.
“Okay,” he thinks, “I’ll repay you, sister!”
Meanwhile, while the wolf was puffing away on his sides, the little fox-sister wanted to try: would it be possible to pull off something else? She climbed into one of the huts where women were baking pancakes, but her head fell into a tub of dough, she got dirty and ran. And the wolf meets her:
- Is this how you teach? I was beaten all over!
- Oh, brother wolf! - says the little fox-sister. “At least you’re bleeding, but I have a brain, they beat me harder than you: I’m struggling.”
“And that’s true,” says the wolf, “where should you go, sister, sit on me, I’ll take you.”
The fox sat on his back, and he took her away. Here the little fox-sister sits and quietly sings:
- The beaten one brings the unbeaten one,
The beaten one brings the unbeaten!
- What are you saying, sister?
- I, brother, say: “The beaten one brings the beaten one.”
- Yes, sister, yes!
Russian folk tale "The Fox, the Wolf and the Bear"
The fox was lying under a bush, turning from side to side, thinking and wondering: what could it eat, what could it profit from. I decided to hunt chickens in the village.
A fox is walking through the forest, a wolf runs towards her and asks:
- Where are you going, godfather?
- I’m going, kumanek, to the village to hunt chickens! - the fox answers.
- Take me too! Otherwise I will howl, the dogs in the village will bark, the men and women will scream.
- Let's go, let's go, kumanek! You will help!
A fox and a wolf are walking along the road, a bear drags towards them and asks:
-Where are you going, little sister?
- I’m going, brother, to the village to hunt chickens! - the fox answers.
- Take me too! Otherwise I’ll growl, the dogs in the village will bark, the men and women will scream,
- Let's go, let's go, brother! You will help!
They came to the village. Lisa says:
- Come on, brother fat-fifted bear, go to the village. And when men and women chase you, run into the forest. I’ll train chickens for your share too.
The bear walked through the village. The men and women saw him, grabbed stakes and rockers, and began to beat the bear. The clubfoot escaped and barely carried his feet into the forest.
Lisa says:
- Come on, little gray top, run to the village! The men and women ran after the bear, but the dogs stayed behind. They will smell you, they will chase you, you run into the forest. I’ll train chickens for your share too.
The wolf ran into the village. The dogs smelled him, came running and began to bite him. The wolf barely carried his legs into the forest, but barely survived.
Meanwhile, the fox entered the chicken coop. She grabbed the chickens and put them in a bag. And so it was. She ran over the hillocks, over the stumps, through sparse bushes and came running into the forest.
The fox put the bag of chickens on the ground. And in another bag, which was larger, she put stones, cones and acorns and placed them nearby. She sat down under a bush to rest. A wolf and a bear came running and shouted:
- Hey, fox, where is the prey?! Where is our share?!
“Yes, there are bags of chickens lying around,” says the fox, “take any one.”
The wolf and the bear rushed to the prey. They chose the largest and heaviest bag, filled with stones, cones and acorns, and dragged it into the forest.
And the fox laughed at the stupid wolf and bear, put the sack of chickens on his back and ran to his hole.
Russian folk tale “How a man lived with a wolf”
Once upon a time there lived a wolf. He was tired of chasing hares and walking through the forest hungry. He decided to become a rooster and live with a peasant. He thinks: “The rooster is sitting on the fence, crowing songs all day long. The owner feeds him for this.” He came to the blacksmith and said:
The blacksmith forged it for him. The wolf took the rooster's voice and went to the village. He climbed onto the fence and sang: “Ku-ka-re-ku! Ku-ka-re-ku!” The man went out into the yard. He sees a wolf sitting on the fence and crowing like a rooster. He took it into his service - to wake him up at dawn. Night has come. The wolf went to bed. In the morning the man woke up, looked, and the sun was already overhead, work was in full swing in the field. The wolf did not wake him up at dawn with the crow of a cock. The man took a stick and drove the wolf out of the yard.
The wolf ran away. He walks, beaten, through the forest and thinks: “It’s bad to be a rooster. I'll become a better dog. The dog sits by the porch and barks all day. The owner feeds her for this.” The wolf came again to the blacksmith and asked:
The blacksmith forged it for him. The wolf took the dog's voice and went to the village. I climbed into the man’s yard, sat down by the porch and started barking: “Woof-woof, woof-woof!” A man came out onto the porch: He saw a wolf sitting and barking like a dog. I took him to serve myself - to guard the house. The wolf sat and sat by the porch. The sun burned his withers. He went and hid under a barn in the shade. And a thief got into the house and took away all the goods. A man returned from the field and looked - everything in the house had been stolen. The wolf did not protect. The man got angry, grabbed a stick and drove the wolf out of the yard.
The wolf ran away. He walks, beaten, through the forest and thinks: “It’s bad to be a dog. I'll become a better pig. The pig lies in a puddle and grunts all day. The owner feeds her for this.” The wolf came to the blacksmith and asked:
Until the fall, the man fed the wolf. In the fall he came to the barn and said:
“You can’t take the fat from this pig, but you’ll rip off the skin for a hat!”
The wolf heard that the man was going to skin him, jumped out of the barn and ran into the forest. I didn’t live with the man anymore.
Russian folk tale "The Frog and the Sandpiper"
A sandpiper flew to a new swamp. He saw a frog and said: “Hey, frog, move to my swamp to live.” My swamp is better than yours. In my swamp there are large hummocks, the banks are steep, and the midges themselves fly into your mouth.
The frog believed the sandpiper and went to live in his swamp. Jumping, jumping. A tree stump stands on the road and asks:
-Where are you going, frog?
“Every sandpiper praises its swamp,” says the stump. - Look, you'll get into trouble! Come back!
-Where are you going, frog?
- I’m off to the sandpiper in the swamp to live. His swamp is better than mine. In his swamp there are large hummocks, the banks are steep, and the midges themselves fly into your mouth.
“Every sandpiper praises its swamp,” says the puddle. - Look, you'll get into trouble! Come back!
-Where are you going, frog?
- I’m off to the sandpiper in the swamp to live. His swamp is better than mine. In his swamp there are large hummocks, the banks are steep, and the midges themselves fly into your mouth.
“Every sandpiper praises its swamp,” says the snail. - Look, you'll get into trouble! Come back!
The frog did not listen to her and moved on. Here he jumps, jumps. Finally she galloped up to the sandpiper in the swamp. I looked around: the hummocks were top-heavy, the banks were flat, the midges weren’t flying. She jumped into the water and got stuck in the quagmire, barely getting out. I found a dry place and thought: “I need to climb higher and look around.” He sees a pole standing nearby. She began to climb up it. She climbed up the heron’s leg and hit her right in the beak.
Russian folk tale "The Ship"
A bast shoe floats down the river. The mouse saw it and said:
She got into it and swam away. A hare runs, sees a bast shoe and says:
- I, little mouse!
-Where are you going?
“I’m sailing to distant kingdoms, to neighboring states, to see others and show myself off.” And who are you?
- I'm a runaway bunny! Take me with you too.
The mouse took the hare with it, and they swam further. The fox runs, sees the bast shoe and says:
- What a pretty boat, made of bast and brand new! Who's sailing in the boat?
- I, little mouse!
- Me, the runaway bunny!
-Where are you sailing?
- I am a fox - wonderful beauty! Take me with you.
The mouse and the hare took the fox with them and swam further. A wolf runs, sees a bast shoe and says:
- What a pretty boat, made of bast and brand new! Who's sailing in the boat?
- I, little mouse!
- Me, the runaway bunny!
- I, the fox, am a marvelous beauty!
-Where are you sailing?
— We are sailing to distant kingdoms, to neighboring states, to see others and show ourselves off. And who are you?
- I am a wolf - gray side! Take me with you.
The mouse, the hare and the fox took the wolf with them, and they swam further. A bear comes along, sees a bast shoe and says:
- What a pretty boat, made of bast and brand new!
And he roared:
Whoo-goo-goo, I'll swim!
Whoo-goo-goo, I'll swim!
By water, by water,
To be seen everywhere!
The bear climbed onto the boat. The bast crackled, the bast burst - and the boat fell apart. The animals rushed into the water, reached the shore and scattered in all directions.
Russian folk tale “How mice divided flour”
At the edge of a large field lived two mice. Their minks were nearby. One day they heard knocking: “You-la-you, you-laty.” They think: “What kind of knock is that?” They crawled out of their holes. We looked, and these were men on the threshing floor, threshing wheat with flails. One mouse says:
“Come on, girlfriend, let’s haul some wheat and bake some pies.”
- Let's! - another agrees.
Here is one mouse running around and carrying grain. Another mouse is grinding grain on a millstone**. We worked all day. It turned out to be a pile of flour. One mouse says:
- Come on, girlfriend, divide the flour! I have two measurements***, and you have one.
- No, I have two measurements, and you have one! - says the other mouse. - I worked harder than you - I carried grain!
- I worked more! - the first one disagrees. “I’ve been turning the millstone all day!”
- No, I worked more!
- No, I!..
They argued and argued about who should take how much flour. An hour passed, two... It was already getting dark. Suddenly he swooped strong wind, picked up the flour and scattered it all over the ground.
Two mice grieved and scattered to their holes.
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*Tok is a platform for threshing grain.
**Millstone, millstone - here: a hand-held stone circle for grinding, grinding grain into flour.
***Measure, measure—here: Russian folk unit of flour capacity, cereal.
Welcome to the world of fairy tales! In this magical world there is always a place for marvelous landscapes, brave heroes and talking animals. But, most importantly, every fairy tale about animals has its own unique happy ending.
What do fairy tales teach?
Are these little stories really that simple? It turns out not. Every fairy tale about animals has a good title, a full-fledged plot, and colorful characters that largely reflect the essence of what is happening in reality. Thus, with each a new fairy tale the child learns to explore this huge world.
In fact, children's fairy tales about animals are the first textbooks for children in the difficult school of life. With their help, the child learns that goodness is the most valuable gift for good man, and it always defeats evil. Friendship is no less important than hard work, and kids learn about this from fairy tales about courageous and noble heroes who, despite everything, overcome all difficulties. In addition, fairy tales about animals teach love for neighbors and respect for elders, compassion for the poor and honesty in everything.
The peculiarity of a child’s vision is such that all the stories told are perceived for the most part on an intuitive level, and the perceived situations and characters acquire their real appearance only later. Therefore, when choosing the first books for your baby, you should approach special attention. It would be great if the new book contains or. It’s better to start with well-known, good folk tales about animals.
Russian folk tales about animals
The main characters of such fairy tales are wild animals. Although there are many stories about domestic animals. According to legend, the first information about animals appeared in an era when hunting was one of the main crafts. Mothers told their children stories about powerful representatives of the animal world, and children, due to their developed imagination, already attributed human traits to the characters. Tales about animals were passed down from generation to generation, and with each retelling the characters acquired new features.
In Russian folklore, tales about animals have been interpreted in different ways. But the main thing acting characters there were always: a fox and a wolf, a hare and a bear, a dog and a rooster; goat and bull.
The fox character comes to us from Western fairy tales. The fox's cunning, deceit and cunning have always made her stronger than her eternal companions, the wolf and the bear. And this is not at all surprising, because the wolf’s anger, greed and lack of insight at the same time did not give him even a tiny chance in competition with the fox.
But the bear character is rarely endowed with any characteristic features and the little reader always has the opportunity to create his own image of a hero. The cowardly hare, the proud rooster and the stubborn goat and bull were not always like this. Most of the traits attributed to these characters are firmly rooted in Russian folklore precisely because of the traditional vision of these animals.
As for the plot, in stories about animals there is always a place for deception and meanness, but the courage, bravery and kindness of the main characters conquers everything. The plot of many fairy tales about animals is based on life situations that adults experience every day in real world. And due to the colorful depiction of characters and comical descriptions, little readers perceive all the stories quite realistically, but at the same time such stories evoke only good associations. After all, every fairy tale about wild or domestic animals has a happy ending.
Tales of different peoples of the world
No one can say for sure how many fairy tales have been written in our centuries-old history. Every nation has its own tales, parables and legends that reflect its culture and traditions. These animal tales always tell about something new and unknown. In them you can meet mysterious creatures and visit places that no one will tell you about. What could be more interesting for a young adventurer?
Every story is a small one Magic world with its inhabitants and laws. Landscapes, images of characters, situations and endings in children's fairy tales different nations world are repeated quite rarely. Therefore, reading fairy tales about animals is always interesting. After all, despite the completely logical name, it is not known until the very end how the next story will end. Children perfectly perceive the images described in such fairy tales. Thanks to the skill of the writers, even great villains are perceived as good magicians.
Regardless of age, each of us at least once in our lives recalled those wonderful moments of our childhood joy in anticipation of our next journey into the world of fairy tales. But in the life of every child there should be happy moments filled with joy and magic!
- 1. Grandma and the bear
- 2. Tale about black grouse
- 3. Bean seed
- 4. Bull, ram, goose, rooster and wolf
- 5. The wolf is a fool
- 8. Wolf, quail and jerk
- 9. Crow
- 10. Crow and cancer
- 11. Where was the goat?
- 12. Stupid wolf
- 14. For a bast shoe - a chicken, for a chicken - a goose
- 16. Hares and frogs
- 17. Animals in the pit
- 19. Golden horse
- 20. Golden Cockerel
- 21. How the wolf became a bird
- 23. How the fox sewed a fur coat for the wolf
- 24. Goat
- 25. Goat Tarata
- 28. Cat and Fox
- 29. Cat, Rooster and Fox
- 30. Kochet and chicken
- 31. Crooked duck
- 32. Kuzma is soon rich
- 33. Chicken, mouse and black grouse
- 34. Lion, pike and man
- 35. Fox is a wanderer
- 36. Fox and blackbird
- 38. Fox and goat
- 40. Fox and bast shoe
- 41. Fox and cancer
- 42. Fox and black grouse
- 44. Fox Confessor
- 45. Fox midwife
- 46. The fox-maiden and Kotofey Ivanovich
- 48. Masha and the Bear
- 49. Bear - fake leg
- 50. Bear and fox
- 51. Bear and dog
- 52. The Man and the Bear (Tops and Roots)
- 53. Man, bear and fox
- 54. Mouse and Sparrow
- 55. Scared wolves
- 56. Scared bear and wolves
- 57. Wrong court of birds
- 58. No goat with nuts
- 59. About Vaska - Muska
- 60. About the toothy pike
- 61. Sheep, fox and wolf
- 62. Rooster and bob
- 63. Rooster and hen
- 64. Cockerel
- 66. At the behest of the pike
- 67. Promised
- 68. About the toothy mouse and about the rich sparrow
- 69. About the old lady and the bull
- 71. Mitten
- 72. The Tale of Ersha Ershovich, Shchetinnikov’s son
- 73. The Tale of Ivan the Tsarevich, the Firebird and the Gray Wolf
- 74. Tar goby
- 75. The Old Man and the Wolf
- 77. Three bears
- 79. Sly goat
Read fairy tales about animals / Title of fairy tales about animals
Read stories about animals useful for all children from the youngest to the oldest. Name of animal tales speaks about the main character of the fairy tale: wolf, fox, rooster, hen, crow, hare. Russian fairy tales about animals are a unique type of fairy tale genre. Animals, birds, fish, and some plants act in the animal world. So, fairy tales about animals to read include tales about a fox who steals fish from a sleigh, and about a wolf at an ice hole; about a fox that fell into a pot of sour cream; famous folk tales about animals: the beaten carries the unbeaten (fox and wolf), fox-midwife, animals in the pit, fox and crane (inviting each other to visit), fox-confessor, peace among animals. All these stories fill the child’s soul with goodness, love not only for people, but also for animals. Animal heroes of Russian folk tales include: a wolf visiting a dog, an old dog and a wolf, a cat and wild animals (the animals are afraid of the cat), a wolf and kids and others...
In the fairy tale “Little Little Khavroshechka,” a wonderful apple tree grows from the bones of a cow: it helps the girl get married. Anthropomorphism in fairy tales is expressed in the fact that animals speak and act like people. Short stories about animals “Bear is a linden leg.” With the development of man's ideas about nature, with the accumulation of observations, tales include stories about man's victory over animals and about domestic animals, which was the result of their domestication.
In the fairy tale “The Fox Confessor,” the fox, before eating the rooster, convinces him to confess his sins; at the same time, the hypocrisy of the clergy is wittily ridiculed. The fox turns to the rooster: “Oh, my dear child, rooster!” She tells him the biblical parable of the publican and the Pharisee. Fairy tales about animals, creating images of characters that combine animal and human traits, naturally convey a lot of things characteristic of human psychology.
We find the names of fairy tales about animals: “once upon a time there was a godfather and a godfather - a wolf and a fox”, “once upon a time there was a wolf and a fox”, “once upon a time there was a fox and a hare”. In fairy tales about animals, dialogism is developed much more than in fairy tales of other types: it moves the action, reveals situations, and shows the state of the characters. Songs are widely introduced into fairy tales: a fox lures a rooster with a song, a wolf deceives kids with a song, a bun runs and sings a song: “I scrape the box, sweep the bottom of the barrel...” Fairy tales about animals are characterized by bright optimism: the weak always come out of difficult situations. It is supported by the comedy of many situations and humor. Funny fairy tales about animals. The genre was formed long time, was enriched with plots, types of characters, developing certain structural features.
Lev Nikolaevich Tolstoy. Fairy tale "Three Bears"
One girl left home for the forest. She got lost in the forest and began to look for the way home, but didn’t find it, but came to a house in the forest.
The door was open: she looked at the door, saw that there was no one in the house, and entered. Three bears lived in this house. One bear had a father, his name was Mikhailo 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 was a dining room, the other was a bedroom. The girl entered the dining room and saw three cups of stew on the table. The first cup, a very large one, was Mikhail Ivanychev's. The second cup, smaller, was Nastasya Petrovnina’s; the third, blue cup, was Mishutkina. Next to each cup lay a spoon: large, medium and small.
The girl took the largest spoon and sipped from the largest cup; then she took the middle spoon and sipped from the middle cup; then she took a small spoon and sipped from a blue cup, and Mishutka’s stew seemed to her the best.
The girl wanted to sit down and saw three chairs at the table: one large - Mikhaila Ivanovich, 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; then she sat down on a small chair and laughed - it was so good. She took the blue cup onto her lap and began to eat. She ate all the stew and began to rock on her chair.
The chair broke and she fell to the floor. She stood up, picked up the chair and went to another room. There were three beds there: one large - Mikhaily Ivanychev's, the other medium - Nastasya Petrovnina's, and the third small - Mishenkina's. The girl lay down in the big one - it was too spacious for her; I lay down in the middle - it was too high; She lay down in the small bed - the bed was just right for her, 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 WAS THE BREAD IN MY CUP?
Nastasya Petrovna looked into her cup and growled not so loudly:
- WHO WAS THE BREAD IN MY CUP?
And Mishutka saw his empty cup and squeaked in a thin voice:
- WHO WAS BREAD IN MY CUP AND SLAUGHT IT ALL OUT?
Mikhailo Ivanovich looked at his chair and growled in a terrible voice:
Nastasya Petrovna looked at her chair and growled not so loudly:
- WHO WAS SITTING ON MY CHAIR AND MOVE IT OUT OF PLACE?
Mishutka looked at his broken chair and squeaked:
WHO SAT ON MY CHAIR AND BROKE IT?
The bears came to another room. - WHO WENT INTO MY BED AND CRUSHED IT? - Mikhailo Ivanovich roared in a terrible voice.
- WHO WENT INTO MY BED AND CRUSHED IT? - Nastasya Petrovna growled not so loudly.
And Mishenka set up a little bench, climbed into his crib and squeaked in a thin voice:
- WHO WENT IN MY BED?..
And suddenly he saw the girl and screamed as if he was being cut:
- Here she is! Hold it, hold it! Here she is! Here she is! Ay-yay! Hold it!
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.
Lev Nikolaevich Tolstoy. Fairy tale "The Squirrel and the Wolf"
The squirrel jumped from branch to branch and fell straight onto the sleepy wolf. The wolf jumped up and wanted to eat her. The squirrel began to ask: “Let me go.” The wolf said: “Okay, I’ll let you in, just tell me why you squirrels are so cheerful. I’m always bored, but I look at you, you’re up there playing and jumping.” The squirrel said: “Let me go to the tree first, and from there I’ll tell you, otherwise I’m afraid of you.” The wolf let go, and the squirrel went up a tree and from there said: “You’re bored because you’re angry. Anger burns your heart. And we are cheerful because we are kind and do no harm to anyone.”
V. M. Garshin “Frog Traveler”
Once upon a time there lived a frog-croak. She sat in the swamp, caught mosquitoes and midges, and in the spring croaked loudly with her friends. And she would have lived happily for the entire century - of course, if the stork had not eaten her. But one incident happened. One day she was sitting on a branch of a driftwood sticking out of the water and enjoying the warm, fine rain.
“Oh, what beautiful wet weather today! - she thought. “What a pleasure it is to live in the world!”
The rain drizzled down her motley lacquered back; drops of it flowed under her belly and behind her legs, and it was delightfully pleasant, so pleasant that she almost croaked, but, fortunately, she remembered that it was already autumn and that frogs don’t croak in autumn - that’s what spring is for , - and that, having croaked, she could lose her frog dignity. So she remained silent and continued to bask.
Suddenly, a thin, whistling, intermittent sound rang out in the air. There is such a breed of ducks: when they fly, their wings, cutting through the air, seem to sing, or, better said, whistle. Pew-pew-pew-pew - sounds in the air when a flock of such ducks flies high above you, and you can’t even see them themselves: they fly so high. This time the ducks, having described a huge semicircle, descended and sat down in the very swamp where the frog lived.
- Quack quack! - said one of them. - It’s still a long way to fly, we need to eat.
And the frog immediately hid. Although she knew that the ducks would not eat her, a large and fat frog, she still dove under the snag, just in case. However, after thinking, she decided to stick her big-eyed head out of the water: she was very interested in finding out where the ducks were flying.
- Quack quack! - said the other duck. - It's getting cold! Hurry to the south! Hurry to the south!
And all the ducks began to quack loudly as a sign of approval.
“Lady duck,” the frog dared to say, “what is the south to which you are flying?” I apologize for the concern.
And the ducks surrounded the frog. At first they had a desire to eat it, but each of them thought that the frog was too big and would not fit into the throat. Then they all started shouting, flapping their wings:
- It's good in the south! Now it's warm there! There are such nice, warm swamps there! What worms there are! Good in the south!
They screamed so much that they almost deafened the frog. She barely convinced them to shut up and asked one of them, who seemed to her to be fatter and smarter than everyone else, to explain to her what the south was. And when she told her about the south, the frog was delighted, but in the end she still asked, because she was careful:
— Are there a lot of midges and mosquitoes there?
- ABOUT! Whole clouds! - answered the duck.
- Kwa! - said the frog and immediately turned around to see if there were any friends here who could hear her and condemn her for croaking in the fall. She just couldn’t resist croaking at least once: “Take me with you!”
- This is amazing to me! - exclaimed the duck. - How will we take you? You don't have wings.
— When are you flying? - asked the frog.
- Soon soon! - all the ducks shouted. - Quack quack! Quack quack! It is cold here! South! South!
“Let me think for just five minutes,” said the frog. “I’ll be right back, I’ll probably come up with something good.”
And she plopped off the branch she had climbed onto again, into the water, dived into the mud and completely buried herself in it so that foreign objects would not interfere with her thinking. Five minutes passed, the ducks were just about to fly, when suddenly, from the water, near the branch on which the frog was sitting, its muzzle appeared, and the expression of this muzzle was the most radiant that only a frog is capable of.
- I came up with an idea! I found! - she said. “Let two of you take the twig in your beaks, and I will cling to it in the middle.” You will fly, and I will drive. It is only necessary that you do not quack, and I do not croak, and everything will be excellent.
Although being silent and dragging even a light frog for three thousand miles is not God knows what pleasure, but her mind delighted the ducks so much that they unanimously agreed to carry her. They decided to change every two hours, and since there were, as the riddle says, so many ducks, and even so many, and half as many, and a quarter as many, and there was only one frog, it was not necessary to carry it particularly often.
They found a good, strong twig, two ducks took it in their beaks, the frog clung its mouth to the middle, and the whole flock rose into the air. The frog was breathless from the terrible height to which it was raised; in addition, the ducks flew unevenly and tugged at the twig; the poor wah dangled in the air like a paper clown, and clenched its jaws with all its might so as not to break away and plop down on the ground. However, she soon got used to her position and even began to look around. Fields, meadows, rivers and mountains quickly flashed under her, which, however, was very difficult for her to see, because, hanging on a twig, she looked back and a little up, but she still saw something and was happy and proud.
“That’s a great idea,” she thought to herself.
And the ducks flew after the front pair carrying her, shouting and praising her.
“Our frog has an amazingly smart head,” they said. “Even among ducks there are few of these.”
She could hardly resist thanking them, but, remembering that if she opened her mouth, she would fall from a terrible height, she clenched her jaw even tighter and decided to endure. She hung around like this all day; the ducks carrying it changed on the fly, deftly picking up the twig; it was very scary: more than once the frog almost croaked in fear, but you had to have presence of mind, and she had it. In the evening the whole company stopped in some swamp; At dawn, the ducks and the frog set off again, but this time the traveler, in order to better see what was happening on the way, clung to her back and head forward, and her belly back. Ducks flew over compressed fields, over yellowed forests and over villages full of grain in stacks; From there came the sound of people talking and the sound of flails being used to thresh rye. People looked at a flock of ducks and, noticing something strange in it, pointed at it with their hands. And the frog really wanted to fly closer to the ground, show himself and listen to what they were saying about him. On her next vacation she said:
“Can’t we fly not so high?” I feel dizzy from the heights, and I'm afraid of falling if I suddenly feel sick.
And the good ducks promised her to fly lower. The next day they flew so low that they heard voices:
“Look, look,” children shouted in one village, “the ducks are carrying a frog!”
The frog heard this and her heart jumped.
“Look, look,” adults shouted in another village, “what a miracle!”
“Do they know that I came up with this and not the ducks?” - thought the frog.
Look, look, they shouted in the third village, what a miracle! And who came up with such a clever thing?
At this point the frog could not stand it and, forgetting all caution, screamed with all her might:
- It's me! I!
And with that scream she flew upside down to the ground. The ducks squawked loudly; one of them wanted to pick up the poor companion on the fly, but missed. The frog, shaking all four legs, quickly fell to the ground; but since the ducks flew very quickly, she fell not directly on the place where she screamed and where there was a hard road, but much further, which was great happiness for her, because she splashed into a dirty pond at the edge of the village.
She soon emerged from the water and immediately again vehemently screamed at the top of her lungs:
- It's me! I came up with this!
But there was no one around her. Frightened by the unexpected splash, the local frogs all hid in the water. When they began to emerge from it, they looked with surprise at the new one.
And she told them a wonderful story about how she had been thinking all her life and finally invented a new, extraordinary way of traveling on ducks; how she had her own ducks that carried her wherever she pleased; how she visited the beautiful south, where it’s so nice, where there are such beautiful warm swamps and so many midges and all sorts of other edible insects.
“I stopped by to see how you live,” she said. “I will stay with you until spring, until my ducks, which I released, return.”
But the ducks never returned. They thought that the frog had crashed to the ground and were very sorry for it.
A. Fedorov-Davydov “Lapti-bast shoes”
Once a fox spent the night with a man. In the morning I got ready to go and secretly took with me a couple of old bast shoes. “Maybe,” he thinks, “they’ll be useful for something.”
He walks through the forest, waving his bast shoe from side to side, humming a song under his breath.
A stray dog with a peeling nose runs towards her and drags a rooster.
- Hello, godfox!
- Hello, kumanek!
-What do you have?
The fox looked around the stray dog, and then stood very close to him and sang:
And this is a bast shoe,
It was woven by a great master.
And you - come on, come on! -
Look what this thing is.
The bast shoe is good for everything:
If you want, try them on rye,
If you want, give them some cabbage soup,
If you want, rock the kids in it.
Do you want to wash yourself?
He’s yours and his trough!..
“Ah,” says the dog, “what a good thing!.. Give it to me, fox, I really liked your bast shoe.” You yourself understand how useful he can be to me in my wandering life...
The fox refused: “No, no, and I really need it.” Yes, the dog is not far behind. She agreed.
- So be it, for your sake I’ll give you one bast shoe, but you need the other one... Give me a rooster in exchange!
And a wolf comes towards her and carries a piglet.
- Hello, fox! How are you?
- Hello, wolf! I don’t live well, I’ve taken up trading: I sell bast shoes, I can’t get enough. I used to exchange it for roosters, but now I realized that it was more expensive for myself.
- What is this, godfather, bast shoe? - asks the wolf.
The fox looked at the wolf, was silent for a short time, and then sang:
A nice thing - bast shoes.
A skilled craftsman got along with him.
The bast shoe is good for everything:
If you want, try them on rye,
If you want, give them some cabbage soup,
If you want, rock the kids in it.
And I'll have to wash myself,
He’s yours and his trough!..
“Yes,” says the wolf, “it’s a good thing!.. It looks small, but the use is great.” Give it to me, fox!
- What are you, what are you, wolf! You'll say the same...
- Well then, take the pig for him.
- Piglet?.. Come on, I guess!
The wolf was delighted, took the bast shoe and was gone. And the fox stepped into the bushes by the road, rummaged through them, rummaged around, and found an abandoned bast shoe - how many of them are lying along the road? - and went further; drives a rooster and a pig in front of him...
A bear comes towards her with luggage - he’s carrying a whole calf.
- Hello, godfox!
- Hello, grandfather bear!
-Where are you going, where are you driving the living creatures?
- And to my home... So I exchanged it for bast shoes, but I made a mistake - I cheapened it.
- What kind of bast shoes are these, godfather?
“Nothing special,” the fox replies, “but they are of great use!”
And then she shot her eyes at the bear and sang affectionately:
My bast shoes
The cunning craftsman got along.
My bast shoes are good for everything:
If you want, try them on rye,
If you want, give them some cabbage soup,
If you want, rock the kids in it.
Are you thinking about taking a bath?
It's yours and yours!
Is it in vain, little bear, that they are torn off with my hands at the market?
“We know,” says the bear, “your bast shoe is a very interesting thing.” It looks unsightly, but look how well it’s worked... Give it to me, fox!
- I really need it!
- I’ll give you a calf for it.
“I wouldn’t even take a cow for it at the market!”
- Well, godfather, do at least a little for your own.
- So be it, little bear, take it... Well, what should I do with you!
The bear grabbed the bast shoe, like some kind of treasure, and ran with it to the village. And there is a temple festival and a market. A stray dog and a wolf also came there with their bast shoes. They walk around the market and call out:
-Who needs bast shoes, who needs old ones?..
The last ones left, buy it, good people, you won’t regret it!
Then the people surrounded them and laughed so much that they did not know where to go out of shame.
They ran to look for the fox, and she was sitting in a clearing in a forest, grazing her flock.
The stray dog, the wolf and the bear began to reproach her, and she said:
“And what is it to me, good gentlemen?.. Why were you so eager to take something you don’t know?” My bast shoes were so useful to me, but I don’t know what you should do with them, my dears, and I don’t want to know!..
So the animals left her with nothing and for a long time after that they looked askance at the fox and sharpened their teeth.
K. Chukovsky “Confusion”
The kittens meowed:
“We're tired of meowing!
We want, like piglets,
Grunt!"
And behind them are the ducklings:
“We don’t want to quack anymore!
We want, like little frogs,
Croak!"
The pigs meowed:
The cats grunted:
Oink oink oink!
The ducks croaked:
Kwa, kwa, kwa!
The chickens quacked:
Quack, quack, quack!
Little Sparrow galloped
And the cow mooed:
A bear came running
And let's roar:
Ku-ka-re-ku!
And the cuckoo on the bitch:
“I don’t want to shout to the cuckoo,
I'll bark like a dog:
Woof woof woof!"
Just a little bunny
There was a good boy:
Didn't meow
And he didn’t grunt -
Lying under the cabbage
Babbled like a hare
And foolish animals
Persuaded:
"Who was told to tweet -
Don't purr!
Who is ordered to purr -
Don't tweet!
The crow should not be like a cow,
Don’t let the little frogs fly under the cloud!”
But funny animals -
Piglets, bear cubs -
They're playing more pranks than ever,
They don't want to listen to the hare.
Fishes are walking across the field,
Toads fly across the sky
The mice caught the cat
They put me in a mousetrap.
And the chanterelles
We took matches
Let's go to the blue sea,
The blue sea has been lit.
The sea is on fire,
A whale ran out of the sea:
“Hey firefighters, run!
Help, help!
Long, long time crocodile
The blue sea was extinguished
Pies and pancakes,
And dried mushrooms.
Two little chickens came running,
Watered from a barrel.
Two ruffs swam
Watered from a ladle.
The little frogs came running,
They watered from the tub.
They stew, they stew, they don’t put out,
They fill it up - they don’t fill it up.
Then a butterfly flew in,
She waved her wings,
The sea began to go out -
And it went out.
The animals were happy!
They laughed and sang,
Ears flapped
They stamped their feet.
The geese have started again
Shout like a goose:
The cats purred:
Mur-mur-mur!
The birds chirped:
Tick-tweet!
The horses neighed:
The flies buzzed:
The little frogs croak:
Kwa-kwa-kwa!
And the ducklings quack:
Quack-quack-quack!
The piglets grunt:
Oink oink oink!
Murochka is being lulled to sleep
My dear:
Baiushki bye!