Short stories- only 12 small ones short tales at night for children.
MASHA AND OIKA
Once upon a time there were two girls in the world.
One girl's name was Masha, and the other was Zoyka. Masha loved to do everything herself. She eats the soup herself. She drinks milk from a cup herself. She puts the toys in the drawer herself.
Oika herself doesn’t want to do anything and just says:
- Oh, I don’t want to! Oh, I can't! Oh, I won't!
Everything is “oh” and “oh”! So they began to call her not Zoyka, but Oika.
A TALE ABOUT THE RUDE WORD “GO AWAY!” "
Masha and Oika built a house from blocks. The Mouse came running and said:
- Which beautiful house! Can I live in it?
“Get out of here, Little Mouse!” said Oika in a rude voice. Masha was upset:
- Why did you drive the Mouse away? The mouse is good.
- And you too leave, Masha! - said Oika. Masha was offended and left. The sun looked through the window.
- Shame on you, Oika! - said the Sun. - Is it possible to say to a friend: “Go away!”? Oika ran to the window and shouted to the Sun:
- And you too leave!
The Sun said nothing and left the sky somewhere. It became dark. Very, very dark. Oika became scared.
- Mom, where are you? - Oika screamed.
Oika went to look for her mother. I went out onto the porch - it was dark on the porch. I went out into the yard - it was dark in the yard. Oika ran along the path. She ran and ran and ended up in a dark forest. Oika got lost in the dark forest.
“Where am I going?” Oika got scared. -Where is my home? This way I’ll go straight to the Gray Wolf! Oh, I will never say “go away” to anyone again.
The Sun heard her words and came out into the sky. It became light and warm.
And then Masha comes along. Oika was happy:
- Come to me, Masha. Let's build new home for the Mouse. Let him live there.
A TALE ABOUT A pacifier
Masha went to bed and asked:
- Mom, give me a pacifier! I won't sleep without a pacifier. Then the night bird Owl flew into the room.
- Wow! Wow! So big, but you suck the pacifier. There are little hares and squirrels in the forest smaller than you. They need a pacifier.
The Owl grabbed the Car's pacifier and carried it far, far away - across the field, across the road into the dense forest.
“I won’t sleep without a pacifier,” said Masha, got dressed and ran after Owl.
Masha ran to the Hare and asked:
- Didn’t the Owl fly here with my pacifier?
“It arrived,” answers the Hare. - We just don’t need your pacifier. Our bunnies sleep without nipples.
Masha ran to the Bear:
- Bear, did the Owl fly here?
“It arrived,” answers the Bear. - But my cubs don’t need pacifiers. This is how they sleep.
Masha walked through the forest for a long time and saw: all the animals in the forest were sleeping without nipples. And chicks in nests, and ants in an anthill. Masha approached the river. Fish sleep in the water, baby frogs sleep near the shore - everyone sleeps without nipples.
Then the night bird Owl flew up to Masha.
- Here's your pacifier. Masha, says Owl. - Nobody needs her.
- And I don’t need it! - said Masha. Masha threw the pacifier and ran home to sleep.
TALE OF THE FIRST BERRIES
Masha and Oika made Easter cakes from sand. Masha makes Easter cakes herself. And Oika keeps asking:
- Oh, dad, help! Oh, dad, make me some cake!
Father Oike helped. Oika began to tease Masha:
- And my Easter cakes are better! I have some big and good ones. And look how bad and small yours are.
The next day dad left for work. A Forest Bird flew in from the forest. She has a stalk in her beak. And there are two berries on the stem. The berries glow like red lanterns. “Whoever makes the cake better, I’ll give these berries to him!” said the Forest Bird.
Masha quickly made a cake out of sand. And no matter how hard Oika tried, nothing worked out for her.
The Forest Bird gave the berries to Masha.
Oika was upset and cried.
And Masha tells her:
- Don't cry, Oika! I'll share it with you. You see, there are two berries here. One is for you, and the other is for me.
THE TALE OF THE TONGUE STICKING OUT
Oika went into the forest, and Little Bear met her.
- Hello, Oika! - said the Bear. And Oika stuck out her tongue and began to tease him. Little Bear felt offended. He cried and went behind a large bush. I met Oika Zaychonka.
- Hello, Oika! - said the Bunny. And Oika again stuck out her tongue and began to tease him. The Bunny felt offended. He cried and went behind a large bush.
Here Little Bear and Little Bunny are sitting under a large bush and both are crying. They wipe away tears with leaves, like handkerchiefs.
A Bee in a shaggy fur coat arrived.
- What happened? Who offended you? - asked the Bee.
- We said “hello” to Oika, and she stuck her tongue out at us. We are very upset. So we cry.
- It can’t be! It can't be! - Bee buzzed. - Show me this girl!
- There she is sitting under the birch tree. The Bee flew to Oika and buzzed:
- How are you doing, Oika? And Oika showed her tongue too. The Bee got angry and stung Oika right on the tongue. It hurts Oika. The tongue is swollen. Oika wants to close his mouth but cannot.
So Oika walked around until the evening with her tongue hanging out. In the evening, dad and mom came home from work. They anointed Oika’s tongue with bitter medicine. The tongue became small again, and Oika closed her mouth.
Since then, Oika has never shown her tongue to anyone.
TALE ABOUT THE LITTLE OAK
Oika went into the forest. And in the forest there are mosquitoes: whoosh! Whoosh!.. Oika pulled out a small oak tree from the ground, sits on a stump, brushes away mosquitoes. The mosquitoes flew away to their swamp.
“I don’t need you anymore,” Oika said and threw the oak tree on the ground.
The little squirrel came running. I saw the torn oak tree and cried:
- Why did you do this, Oika? If an oak tree grew, I would make a house in it...
Little Bear came running and also cried:
- And I would lie on my back under him and rest... The birds in the forest began to cry:
- We would build nests on its branches... Masha came and also cried:
- I planted this oak tree myself... Oika was surprised:
- Oh, why are you all crying? After all, this is a very small oak tree. There are only two leaves on it. Here the old oak tree creaked angrily:
- I was so small too. If an oak tree grew, it would become tall and powerful, like me.
THE TALE OF HARES SCARED THE GRAY WOLF
Once upon a time there lived in the forest Gray Wolf. He was very offended by hares.
The hares sat under the bush all day and cried. One day Father Hare said:
- Let's go to the girl Masha. Maybe she can help us.
The hares came to Masha and said:
- Masha! We are very offended by the Gray Wolf. What should we do?
Masha felt very sorry for the hares. She thought and thought and came up with an idea.
“I have a toy inflatable bunny,” said Masha. - Let's fool this toy hare. The Gray Wolf will see him and be afraid.
Father Hare was the first to blow. It blew and blew, and the rubber hare became as big as a lamb.
Then the mother hare began to blow. Dula-dula, and the rubber hare became as big as a cow.
Then Oika began to blow. She doula-dula, and the rubber bunny became as big as a bus.
Then Masha began to blow. She blew and blew, and the rubber hare became as big as a house.
In the evening the Gray Wolf came to the clearing.
He looks and sees a hare sitting behind a bush. Big, very big, fat, very fat.
Oh, how scared the Gray Wolf was!
He tucked his gray tail and ran away from this forest forever.
THE TALE OF LAZY FEET
Oika doesn’t like to walk on her own. Every now and then he asks:
- Oh, dad, carry me! Oh, my legs are tired! So Masha, Oika, Little Bear and Little Wolf went into the forest to pick berries. We picked berries. It's time to go home.
“I won’t go myself,” says Oika. - My legs are tired. Let the Little Bear carry me.
Oika sat down on Little Bear. Little Bear is walking, staggering. It’s hard for him to carry Oika. Little Bear is tired.
“I can’t do it anymore,” he says.
“Then let the Wolf Cub carry me,” says Oika.
Oika sat down on the Wolf Cub. The Wolf Cub is walking, staggering. It’s hard for him to carry Oika. The little wolf is tired.
“I can’t do it anymore,” he says. Then the Hedgehog ran out of the bushes:
- Sit on me. Oika, I’ll take you all the way home.
Oika sat down on Ezhonka and screamed:
- Oh! Oh! I'd better get there myself! Little Bear and Little Wolf laughed. And Masha says:
- How will you go? After all, your legs are tired.
“We’re not tired at all,” says Oika. - I just said that.
THE TALE OF AN ILL-BASED MOUSE
There lived one ill-mannered little mouse in the forest.
In the morning he didn’t say “good morning” to anyone. And in the evening I didn’t tell anyone “ Good night».
All the animals in the forest were angry with him. They don't want to be friends with him. They don't want to play with him. They don't offer berries.
The Mouse felt sad.
Early in the morning the Mouse came running to Masha and said:
- Masha, Masha! How can I make peace with all the animals in the forest?
Masha said to the Mouse:
- In the morning you need to say “good morning” to everyone. And in the evening you need to say “good night” to everyone. And then everyone will be friends with you.
The Mouse ran to the hares. He said “good morning” to all the hares. And dad, and mom, and grandma, and grandpa, and little Bunny.
The hares smiled and gave the Mouse a carrot.
The Mouse ran to the squirrels. Said “good morning” to all the squirrels. And dad, and mom, and grandmother, and grandfather, and even little Squirrel.
The squirrels laughed and praised the Mouse.
The Mouse ran for a long time through the forest. He said “good morning” to all the animals, big and small.
The Mouse ran to the Forest Bird. The Forest Bird made a nest at the very top of a tall pine tree.
-Good morning! - shouted the Mouse. The Mouse has a thin voice. And the pine tree is tall. The Forest Bird does not hear him.
- Good morning! - the Mouse shouted with all his might. Still, the Forest Bird does not hear him. There is nothing to do. The Mouse climbed up the pine tree. It's hard for a Mouse to climb. It clings to the bark and branches with its paws. A White Cloud floated past.
- Good morning! - the Mouse shouted to the White Cloud.
-Good morning! - White Cloud answered quietly. The Mouse crawls even higher. An airplane flew past.
- Good morning, Airplane! - shouted the Mouse.
-Good morning! - the Airplane boomed loudly. Finally the Mouse reached the top of the tree.
- Good morning, Forest Bird! - said the Mouse. - Oh, how long it took me to get to you! The Forest Bird laughed:
- Good night. Little mouse! Look, it's already dark. Night has already come. It's time to say "good night" to everyone.
The Mouse looked around - and it was true: the sky was completely dark, and there were stars in the sky.
- Well then, good night, Forest Bird! - said
Little mouse.
The Forest Bird stroked the Mouse with its wing:
- How good you have become. Polite mouse! Get on my back and I'll take you to your mom.
THE TALE OF A BOTTLE OF FISH OIL
Machine's dad made three boats.
One, small, for Squirrel, another, larger, for Little Bear, and a third, even larger, for Masha.
Masha went to the river. She got into the boat, took the oars, but she couldn’t row - she didn’t have enough strength. Masha is sitting in the boat very sad.
The fish took pity on Masha. They began to think about how to help her. Old Ruff said:
- Masha needs to drink fish oil. Then she will be strong.
Poured fish into a bottle of fish oil. Then they called the frogs.
- Help us. Take this fish oil to Masha.
“Okay,” the frogs croaked.
They took a bottle of fish oil, pulled it out of the water, and placed it on the sand. And they sat down next to each other and croaked.
- Why are you croaking, frogs? - asks Masha.
“It’s not in vain that we croaked,” the frogs answer. - Here's a bottle of fish oil for you. The fish sent it to you as a gift.
- I won’t drink fish oil, it doesn’t taste good! - Masha waved her hands.
Suddenly Masha sees two boats floating on the river. In one the Little Bear sits, in the other - the Little Squirrel. The boats are sailing quickly, the wet oars are glistening in the sun.
- Masha, let's swim together! - shout Little Squirrel and Little Bear.
“I can’t,” Masha answers, “the oars are very heavy.”
“These are not heavy oars, but you are weak,” said the Bear. - Because you don't drink fish oil.
- Do you drink? - asked Masha.
“Every day,” answered Little Bear and Little Squirrel.
- OK. I will also drink fish oil, Masha decided. Masha started drinking fish oil. She became strong and strong.
Masha came to the river. She got into the boat. I took the oars.
- Why are the oars so light? - Masha was surprised.
“The oars are not light,” said the Bear. - You just became strong.
Masha rode on a boat all day. I even rubbed my palms. And in the evening she ran to the river again. She brought a large bag of candies and poured all the candies directly into the water.
“This is for you, fish!” shouted Masha. - And you, frogs!
It became quiet in the river. Fishes are swimming, and each has candy in its mouth. And frogs jump along the shore and suck green candies.
TALE ABOUT MOTHER
One day the Little Bunny got capricious and said to his mother:
I don't love you!
The mother hare got offended and went into the forest.
And in this forest lived two Wolf cubs. And they didn’t have any mother. It was very bad for them without their mother.
One day, the wolf cubs were sitting under a bush and crying bitterly.
Where can we get mom? - says one Wolf Cub. - Well, at least mommy cow!
Or mommy cat! - says the second Wolf.
Or mother frog!
Or a mother bunny!
The hare heard these words and said:
Do you want me to be your mom?
The wolf cubs were happy. They took the new mother to their home. And the wolf cubs' house is very dirty. Mother Hare cleaned up the house. Then she heated the water, put the wolf cubs in a trough and began to bathe them.
At first the wolf cubs did not want to wash themselves. They were afraid that the soap would get into their eyes. And then they really liked it.
Mommy! Mommy! - the wolf cubs scream. - Rub your back again! More to the head of the fields!
So the Hare began to live with the wolf cubs.
And the Little Bunny completely disappears without his mother. It's cold without mom. I'm hungry without my mom. Without my mother it is very, very sad.
The Little Bunny ran to Masha:
Masha! I offended my mother and she left me.
Stupid Little Bunny! - Masha shouted. -Is that possible? Where will we look for her? Let's go ask the Forest Bird.
Masha and the Little Hare came running to the Forest Bird.
Forest Bird, have you seen the Hare?
“I haven’t seen it,” answers the Forest Bird. - But I heard that she lives in the forest with wolf cubs.
And in the forest there were three wolf houses. Masha and the Little Hare came running to the first house. We looked out the window. They see:
The house is dirty, there is dust on the shelves, garbage in the corners.
No, my mother doesn’t live here,” says the Little Hare. They ran to the second house. We looked out the window. They see: the tablecloth on the table is dirty, the dishes are unwashed.
No, my mom doesn't live here! - says the Little Bunny.
They ran to the third house. They see: everything in the house is clean. There are wolf cubs sitting at the table, fluffy and cheerful. There is a white tablecloth on the table. Plate with berries. Frying pan with mushrooms.
This is where my mother lives! - the Little Bunny guessed. Masha knocked on the window. The hare looked out the window. The little bunny pressed his ears and began to ask his mother:
Mom, come live with me again... I won’t do it anymore.
The wolf cubs cried:
Mommy, don't leave us!
The hare thought. She doesn't know what to do.
This is how you have to do it,” said Masha. “One day you will be a hare’s mother, and another day a wolf’s mother.”
That's what we decided. The Hare began to live one day with the Little Hare, and the next with the wolf cubs.
WHEN IS IT OK TO CRY?
In the morning Masha cried. The Cockerel looked out the window and said:
- Don't cry, Masha! In the morning I sing “ku-ka-re-ku”, and you cry, you prevent me from singing.
Masha cried during the day. The Grasshopper crawled out of the grass and said:
- Don't cry, Masha! All day long I chirp in the grass, and you cry - and no one hears me.
Masha cried in the evening.
Frogs jumped out of the pond.
- Don't cry. Masha! - say the frogs. - We love to croak in the evening, but you bother us.
Masha cried at night. The Nightingale flew in from the garden and sat on the window.
- Don't cry, Masha! At night I sing beautiful songs, but you disturb me.
- When should I cry? - asked Masha.
“Don’t ever cry,” said my mother. - After all, you are already a big girl.
A fairy tale is an excellent tool for communicating with a child. When reading fairy tales, parents convey in simple words what they want to teach their child. Fairy tales immerse a child in a magical world where good triumphs over evil, the world of princes and princesses, the world of magicians and sorcerers. They form fantasy and imagination, make you think and experience emotions. Every child believes everything that fairy tales tell. By reading bedtime stories to the baby, parents create this magic around the child, and his sleep becomes more restful. In addition, reading fairy tales before bed is an excellent end to the working day for parents. The tales collected on the site are small in size, but interesting and instructive.
Fairy tale: "Kolobok"
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman; they had no bread, no salt, no sour cabbage soup. The old man went to scrape the bottom of the barrel, through the boxes of revenge. Having collected some flour, they began to knead the bun.
They mixed it in oil, spun it in a frying pan and chilled it in the window. The bun jumped and ran away.
Runs along the path. A hare comes across him and asks him:
Where are you running, little bun?
Kolobok answered him:
I'm sweeping boxes,
Scratching the bottom of the barrel,
Yarn in raw oil,
It's cold at the window;
I left my grandfather
I left my woman
And I'll run away from you.
And the bun ran. A gray top meets him.
I'm sweeping boxes,
Scratching the bottom of the barrel,
Yarn in raw oil,
It's cold at the window;
I left my grandfather
I left my woman
I left the hare
And I will run away from you, wolf.
Kolobok ran. A bear comes across him and asks him:
Where are you going, little bun? Kolobok answered him:
I'm sweeping boxes,
Scratching the bottom of the barrel,
Yarn in raw oil,
It's cold at the window;
I left my grandfather
I left my woman
I left the hare
I left the wolf
And I will run away from you, bear.
Kolobok ran. A black fox meets him and asks, getting ready to lick him off:
Where are you running, little bun, tell me, my dear friend, my dear light!
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Kolobok answered her:
I'm sweeping boxes,
Scratching the bottom of the barrel,
Yarn in raw oil,
It's cold at the window;
I left my grandfather
I left my woman
I left the hare
I left the wolf
Left the bear
And I'll run away from you.
The fox tells him:
I don't smell what you're saying? Sit on my upper lip!
The little boy sat down and sang the same thing again.
I don't hear anything yet! Sit on my tongue.
He sat on her tongue too. He sang the same thing again.
She's a boor! - and ate it.
Fairy tale: "The Fox and the Crane"
The fox and the crane became friends.
So one day the fox decided to treat the crane and went to invite him to visit her:
Come, kumanek, come, dear! How I can treat you!
The crane is going to a feast, and the fox made semolina porridge and spread it on the plate. Served and served:
Eat, my darling kumanek! I cooked it myself.
The crane slammed its nose, knocked and knocked, but nothing hit. And at this time the fox was licking and licking the porridge - so she ate it all herself. oskazkax.ru - oskazkax.ru Porridge eaten; the fox says:
Don't blame me, dear godfather! There is nothing more to treat!
Thank you, godfather, and that’s it! Come visit me.
The next day the fox comes, and the crane prepared okroshka, put it in a jug with a narrow neck, put it on the table and said:
Eat, gossip! Don't be ashamed, my dear.
The fox began to spin around the jug, and would come in this way and that, and lick it and smell it; There’s no point at all! My head won't fit into the jug. Meanwhile, the crane pecks and pecks until it has eaten everything.
Well, don't blame me, godfather! There is nothing more to treat.
The fox was annoyed: she thought that she would eat enough for a whole week, but she went home as if she was slurping unsalted food. Since then, the fox and the crane have been apart in their friendship.
Sergey Kozlov
Fairy tale: "Autumn Tale"
Every day it dawned later and later, and the forest became so transparent that it seemed: if you search it up and down, you won’t find a single leaf.
“Soon our birch tree will fly around,” said the Little Bear. And he pointed with his paw to a lonely birch tree standing in the middle of the clearing.
It will fly around... - agreed the Hedgehog.
The winds will blow,” continued the Little Bear, “and it will shake all over, and in my dreams I will hear people falling from it.” last leaves. And in the morning I wake up, go out onto the porch, and she’s naked!
Naked... - Hedgehog agreed.
They sat on the porch of the bear's house and looked at a lonely birch tree in the middle of the clearing.
What if leaves grew on me in the spring? - said the Hedgehog. - I would sit by the stove in the fall, and they would never fly around.
What kind of leaves would you like? - asked Little Bear. “Birch or ash?”
How about maple? Then I would be red-haired in the fall, and you would mistake me for a little Fox. You would say to me: “Little Fox, how is your mother?” And I would say: “My mother was killed by hunters, and now I live with Hedgehog. Come visit us? And you would come. “Where is Hedgehog?” - you would ask. And then, finally, I guessed, and we would laugh for a long, long time, until spring...
No,” said Little Bear. “It would be better if I didn’t guess, but asked: “So what?” Has the hedgehog gone for water? - "No?" - you would say. “For firewood?” - "No?" - you would say. “Maybe he went to visit Little Bear?” And then you would nod your head. And I would wish you good night and run to my place, because you don’t know where I’m hiding the key now, and you would have to sit on the porch.
But I would have stayed at home! - said the Hedgehog.
Well then! - said Little Bear. “You would sit at home and think: “I wonder if Little Bear is pretending or didn’t really recognize me?” In the meantime, I would run home, take a small jar of honey, return to you and ask: “What? Has the hedgehog returned yet? Would you say...
And I would say that I am the Hedgehog! - said the Hedgehog.
No,” said Little Bear. “It would be better if you didn’t say anything like that.” And he said this...
Then the Little Bear faltered, because three leaves suddenly fell from a birch tree in the middle of the clearing. They spun a little in the air, and then softly sank into the reddish grass.
No, it would be better if you didn’t say anything like that,” repeated Little Bear. “And we would just drink tea with you and go to bed.” And then I would have guessed everything in my sleep.
Why in a dream?
“The best thoughts come to me in my dreams,” said Little Bear. “You see: there are twelve leaves left on the birch tree.” They will never fall again. Because last night in a dream I realized that this morning they need to be sewn to a branch.
And sewed it on? - asked the Hedgehog.
Of course,” said Little Bear. “With the same needle that you gave me last year.”
Fairy tale: "Masha and the Bear"
Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a grandmother. They had a granddaughter Mashenka.
Once the girlfriends got together in the forest to pick mushrooms and berries. They came to invite Mashenka with them.
Grandfather, grandmother, says Mashenka, let me go into the forest with my friends!
Grandfather and grandmother answer:
Go, just make sure you don’t lag behind your friends, otherwise you’ll get lost.
The girls came to the forest and began picking mushrooms and berries. Here Mashenka - tree by tree, bush by bush - and went far, far away from her friends.
She began to call around, began to call them, but her friends did not hear, did not respond.
Mashenka walked and walked through the forest - she got completely lost.
She came into the very wilderness, into the very thicket. He sees a hut standing there. Mashenka knocked on the door - no answer. She pushed the door - the door opened.
Mashenka entered the hut and sat down on a bench by the window.
She sat down and thought:
“Who lives here? Why is no one visible?..”
And in that hut lived a huge bear. Only he wasn’t at home then: he was walking through the forest.
The bear returned in the evening, saw Mashenka, and was delighted.
Yeah,” he says, “now I won’t let you go!” You will live with me. You will light the stove, you will cook porridge, you will feed me porridge.
Masha pushed, grieved, but nothing could be done. She began to live with the bear in the hut.
The bear will go into the forest for the whole day, and Mashenka is told not to leave the hut without him.
“And if you leave,” he says, “I’ll catch you anyway and then I’ll eat you!”
Mashenka began to think about how she could escape from the bear. There are forests all around, he doesn’t know which way to go, there’s no one to ask...
She thought and thought and came up with an idea.
One day a bear comes from the forest, and Mashenka says to him:
Bear, bear, let me go to the village for a day: I’ll bring gifts to grandma and grandpa.
No, says the bear, you will get lost in the forest. Give me some gifts, I'll carry them myself.
And that’s exactly what Mashenka needs!
She baked pies, took out a big, big box and said to the bear:
Here, look: I’ll put the pies in this box, and you take them to grandpa and grandma. Yes, remember: don’t open the box on the way, don’t take out the pies. I’ll climb up the oak tree and keep an eye on you!
Okay,” the bear answers, “give me the box!”
Mashenka says:
Go out onto the porch and see if it's raining!
As soon as the bear came out onto the porch, Mashenka immediately climbed into the box and placed a plate of pies on her head.
The bear returned and saw that the box was ready. He put him on his back and went to the village.
A bear walks between fir trees, a bear wanders between birch trees, goes down into ravines, and up hills. He walked and walked, got tired and said:
I'll sit on a tree stump
Let's eat the pie!
And Mashenka from the box:
I see, I see!
Don't sit on a tree stump
Don't eat the pie!
Bring it to grandma
Bring it to grandpa!
Look, she’s so big-eyed,” says the bear, “she sees everything!”
I'll sit on a tree stump
Let's eat the pie!
And Mashenka from the box again:
I see, I see!
Don't sit on a tree stump
Don't eat the pie!
Bring it to grandma
Bring it to grandpa!
The bear was surprised:
That's how cunning! He sits high and looks far away!
He got up and walked quickly.
I came to the village, found the house where my grandparents lived, and let’s knock on the gate with all our might:
Knock-knock-knock! Unlock, open! I brought you some gifts from Mashenka.
And the dogs sensed the bear and rushed at him. They run and bark from all the yards.
The bear got scared, put the box at the gate and ran into the forest without looking back.
Grandfather and grandmother came out to the gate. They see that the box is standing.
What's in the box? - says the grandmother.
And grandfather lifted the lid, looked - and couldn’t believe his eyes: Mashenka was sitting in the box, alive and healthy.
Grandfather and grandmother were delighted. They began to hug Mashenka, kiss her, and call her smart.
Fairy tale: "Turnip"
Grandfather planted a turnip and said:
Grow, grow, turnip, sweet! Grow, grow, turnip, strong!
The turnip grew sweet, strong, and big.
Grandfather went to pick a turnip: he pulled and pulled, but couldn’t pull it out.
Grandfather called grandma.
Grandma for grandfather
Grandfather for the turnip -
The grandmother called her granddaughter.
Granddaughter for grandmother,
Grandma for grandfather
Grandfather for the turnip -
They pull and pull, but they can’t pull it out.
The granddaughter called Zhuchka.
A bug for my granddaughter,
Granddaughter for grandmother,
Grandma for grandfather
Grandfather for the turnip -
They pull and pull, but they can’t pull it out.
Bug called the cat.
Cat for Bug,
A bug for my granddaughter,
Granddaughter for grandmother,
Grandma for grandfather
Grandfather for the turnip -
They pull and pull, but they can’t pull it out.
The cat called the mouse.
A mouse for a cat
Cat for Bug,
A bug for my granddaughter,
Granddaughter for grandmother,
Grandma for grandfather
Grandfather for the turnip -
They pulled and pulled and pulled out the turnip. That’s the end of the Turnip fairy tale, and whoever listened - well done!
Fairy tale: "The Man and the Bear"
A man went into the forest to sow turnips. He plows and works there. A bear came to him:
Man, I'll break you.
Don’t break me, little bear, better let’s sow turnips together. I’ll take at least the roots for myself, and I’ll give you the tops.
“Be it so,” said the bear. “And if you deceive me, then at least don’t go to the forest to see me.”
He said and went into the oak grove.
The turnip has grown large. A man came in the fall to dig turnips. And the bear crawls out of the oak tree:
Man, let's divide the turnips, give me my share.
Okay, little bear, let's divide: the tops for you, the roots for me. The man gave all the tops to the bear. And he put the turnips on a cart and took them to
city to sell.
A bear meets him:
Man, where are you going?
I'm going to town, little bear, to sell some roots.
Let me try - what's the spine like? The man gave him a turnip. How the bear ate it:
Ahh! - he roared. “Man, you deceived me!” Your roots are sweet. Now don’t go to my forest to buy firewood, otherwise I’ll break it.
The next year the man sowed rye in that place. He came to reap, and the bear was waiting for him:
Now, man, you can’t fool me, give me my share. The man says:
Be so. Take the roots, little bear, and I’ll take at least the tops for myself.
They collected rye. The man gave the roots to the bear, put the rye on a cart and took it home.
The bear fought and fought, but could not do anything with the roots.
He got angry with the man, and from then on the bear and the man began to have enmity. That's the end of the fairy tale The Man and the Bear, and whoever listened - well done!
Fairy tale: "The Wolf and the Seven Little Goats"
Once upon a time there was a goat with kids. The goat went into the forest to eat silk grass and drink cold water. As soon as he leaves, the little goats will lock the hut and will not go out themselves.
The goat comes back, knocks on the door and sings:
Little goats, guys!
Open up, open up!
Milk runs down the drain,
From the notch up to the hoof,
From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!
The little goats will unlock the door and let their mother in. She will feed them, give them something to drink and go back into the forest, and the kids will lock themselves up tightly - 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 little goats!
Lean back,
Open up!
Your mother has come,
I brought milk.
The hooves are full of water!
The kids 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 reforged his throat. The wolf again ran to the hut and hid behind a bush.
Here comes the goat and knocks:
Little goats, guys!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came and brought milk;
Milk runs down the drain,
From the notch up to the hoof,
From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!
The kids let their mother in and let us tell how the wolf came and wanted to eat them.
The goat fed and watered the kids and strictly punished them:
Whoever comes to the hut and begs in a thick voice so that he doesn’t go through everything that I laud to you - don’t open the door, don’t let anyone in.
As soon as the goat left, the wolf again walked towards the hut, knocked and began to lament in a thin voice:
Little goats, guys!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came and brought milk;
Milk runs down the drain,
From the notch up to the hoof,
From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!
The kids opened the door, the wolf rushed into the hut and ate all the kids. only one little goat was buried in the stove.
The goat comes: no matter how much she calls or laments, no one answers her.
She sees the door open, she runs into the hut - there is no one there. I looked into the oven and found one little goat there.
When the goat found out about her misfortune, she sat down on a bench and began to grieve and cry bitterly:
Oh, you are my little goats!
Why did they unlock - they opened,
Did you get it from the bad wolf?
The wolf heard this, entered the hut and said to the goat:
Why are you sinning against me, godfather? I didn't eat your kids. Stop grieving, let's go into the forest and take a walk.
They went into the forest, and in the forest there was a hole, and in the hole a fire was burning. The goat says to the wolf:
Come on, wolf, let's try, who will jump over the hole?
They began to jump. The goat jumped over, and the wolf jumped, and fell into the hot pit.
His belly burst from the fire, the little goats jumped out, all alive, yes - jump to their mother! And they began to live - to live as before. That's the end of the fairy tale The Wolf and the Little Goats, and whoever listened - well done!
Fairy tale: "Teremok"
A man was driving with pots and lost one pot. A fly fly flew in and asked:
He sees that there is no one. She flew into the pot and began to live and live there.
A squeaking mosquito flew in and asked:
Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the mansion?
I, a grief fly. Who are you?
I'm a squeaky mosquito.
Come live with me.
So they began to live together.
A gnawing mouse came running and asked:
Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the mansion?
I, a grief fly.
I, the squeaking mosquito. Who are you?
I'm a chewing mouse.
Come live with us.
The three of them began to live together.
A frog-frog jumped up and asked:
Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the mansion?
I, a grief fly.
I, the squeaking mosquito.
I'm a chewing mouse. Who are you?
I, frog frog.
Come live with us.
The four of them began to live.
The bunny runs and asks:
Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the mansion?
I, a grief fly.
I, the squeaking mosquito.
I'm a chewing mouse.
I, frog frog. Who are you?
I'm a bandy-legged little guy who can jump uphill.
Come live with us.
The five of them began to live.
A fox ran past and asked:
Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the mansion?
I, a grief fly.
I, the squeaking mosquito.
I'm a chewing mouse.
I, frog frog.
Who are you?
I am a fox - beautiful in conversation.
Come live with us.
The six of them began to live.
The wolf came running:
Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the mansion?
I, a grief fly.
I, the squeaking mosquito.
I'm a chewing mouse.
I, frog frog.
I, the bandy-legged bunny, am hopping up the hill.
I, the fox, am beautiful in conversation. Who are you?
I am a wolf-wolf - I grab from behind a bush.
Come live with us.
So the seven of them live together - and there is little grief.
The bear came and knocked:
Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the mansion?
I, a grief fly.
I, the squeaking mosquito.
I'm a chewing mouse.
I, frog frog.
I, the bandy-legged bunny, am hopping up the hill.
I, the fox, am beautiful in conversation.
I, a wolf-wolf, am grasping from behind a bush. Who are you?
I'm an oppressor to you all.
The bear sat on the pot, crushed the pot and scared away all the animals. That's the end of the Teremok fairy tale, and whoever listened - well done!
Fairy tale: "Chicken Ryaba"
Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman in the same village.
And they had a chicken. Named Ryaba.
One day the hen Ryaba laid an egg for them. Yes, not an ordinary egg, a golden one.
Grandfather beat and beat the testicle, but did not break it.
The woman beat and beat the eggs, but didn’t break them.
The mouse ran, waved its tail, the egg fell and broke!
The grandfather is crying, the woman is crying. And Ryaba the hen says to them:
Don't cry grandpa, don't cry grandma! I will lay you a new egg, not just an ordinary one, but a golden one!
Fairy tale: "The Golden Comb Cockerel"
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, but leave the cockerel alone.
They leave and are severely punished:
You, cockerel, stay at home alone, we will go far into the forest for firewood. Be the boss, but don’t open the door for anyone and don’t look outside yourself. The fox is walking nearby, be careful.
They said and went into the forest. And the cockerel - the golden comb - remained in charge of the house. The fox found out that the cat and the thrush had gone into the forest, and the cockerel was alone at home - she quickly came running, sat down under the window and sang:
Cockerel, cockerel,
Golden comb.
Oil head,
Silk beard.
Look out the window -
I'll give you some peas.
The cockerel looked out the window, and the fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him into his hole. The cockerel cried:
The fox is carrying me
For dark forests.
For fast rivers,
For the high mountains...
Cat and blackbird, save me!
The cat and the thrush heard this, rushed in pursuit and took the cockerel from the fox.
The next day, the cat and blackbird again go into the forest to chop wood. And again the cockerel is punished.
Well, golden comb cockerel, today we will go further into the forest. If something happens, we won’t hear you. You manage the house, but don’t open the door for anyone and don’t look out yourself. The fox is walking nearby, be careful. They left.
And the fox is right there. She ran to the house, sat down under the window, and sang:
Cockerel, cockerel,
Golden comb.
Oil head,
Silk beard.
Look out the window -
I'll give you some peas.
The cockerel remembers what he promised to the cat and the blackbird - he sits quietly. And the fox again:
The boys were running
The wheat was scattered.
The chickens peck, but the roosters don't!
At this point the cockerel couldn’t restrain himself and looked out the window:
Co-co-co. How come they don’t?
And the fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to his hole. The cockerel crowed:
The fox is carrying me
For the dark forests.
For fast rivers,
For the high mountains.
Cat and blackbird, save me!
The cat and the thrush have gone far away, they don’t hear the cockerel. He shouts again, louder than before:
The fox is carrying me
For the dark forests.
For fast rivers,
For the high mountains.
Cat and blackbird, save me!
Even though the cat and thrush were far away, they heard the cockerel and rushed in pursuit. The cat runs, the blackbird flies... They caught up with the fox - the cat fights, the blackbird pecks. The cockerel was taken away.
Whether long or short, the cat and the blackbird gathered again in the forest to chop wood. When leaving, they strictly punish the cockerel:
Don’t listen to the fox, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further and won’t hear your voice.
The cockerel promised that he would not listen to the fox, and the cat and the thrush went into the forest.
And the fox was just waiting for this: he sat under the window and sang:
Cockerel, cockerel,
Golden comb.
Oil head,
Silk beard.
Look out the window -
I'll give you some peas.
The cockerel sits quietly, does not stick his nose out. And the fox again:
The boys were running
The wheat was scattered.
Chickens peck - don't give it to roosters!
The cockerel remembers everything - he sits quietly, doesn’t answer anything, doesn’t stick his head out. And the fox again:
People were running
Nuts were poured.
The chickens are pecking
They don't give it to roosters!
Here the cockerel forgot again and looked out the window:
Co-co-co. How come they don’t?
The fox grabbed him tightly in her claws and carried him into her hole, beyond the dark forests, beyond the fast rivers, beyond the high mountains...
No matter how much the cockerel crowed or called, the cat and the blackbird did not hear him.
And when they returned home, the cockerel was gone.
The cat and the blackbird ran along the fox's tracks. We ran to the fox hole. The cat tuned the caterpillars and let's practice, and the thrush hummed:
Ring, rattle, goosebumps
Golden strings...
Is godfather Lisafya still at home?
Are you in your warm nest?
Lisa listened and listened, and decided to see who was singing so beautifully.
She looked outside, and the cat and blackbird grabbed her and started beating her.
They beat and beat her until she lost her legs.
They took the cockerel, put it in a basket and brought it home.
And from then on they began to live and be, and they still live.
In this section of the Hobobo library we have collected the best audio fairy tales for children. All works can be listened to online at good quality or download for free to your computer, phone or tablet.
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If you ever need to read someone a bedtime story, you won't find a better one than this one.
1:648It was time to sleep, and the little bunny grabbed the big hare tightly by the long, long ears. He wanted to know for sure that the big hare was listening to him.
- Do you know how much I love you?
- Of course not, baby. How should I know?
- I love you - that's how it is! - and the little bunny spread his paws wide, wide.
But a big hare has longer legs.
- And I love you - that’s how.
“Wow, how wide,” thought the bunny.
- Then I love you - that’s how it is! - and he reached up with all his might.
“And you too,” the big hare reached out after him.
“Wow, how high,” the bunny thought. “I wish I could!”
Then the little bunny guessed: somersault on his front paws, and up the trunk with his back paws!
- I love you to the very tips of your hind legs!
“And I’ll take you to the very tips of your paws,” the big hare picked him up and threw him up.
- Well, then... then... Do you know how much I love you?... That's it! - and the little hare jumped and tumbled around the clearing.
“And I like that,” the big hare grinned, and jumped so much that his ears reached the branches!
“What a jump! - thought the little bunny. “If only I could do that!”
- I love you far, far along this path, like from us to the river itself!
- And I’ll take you - like across the river and oh-oh-he’s over those hills...
“How far away,” the little bunny thought sleepily. Nothing else came to his mind.
Here above, above the bushes, he saw a large dark sky. There is nothing further than the sky!
“I love you to the moon,” the little bunny whispered and closed his eyes.
- Wow, how far... - The big hare put him on a bed of leaves.
He settled down next to him, kissed him goodnight... and whispered in his ear:
- And I love you to the moon. All the way to the moon... and back.
“That's how I love you” - translation of the fairy tale in poetic form:
The little bunny smiled at his mother:
- I love you like this! - and spread his hands.
- And that’s how I love you! - his mother told him,
She spread her hands and showed too.
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- He crouched down and jumped high like a ball.
- I love you like this! - the bunny laughed.
And then in response, running wildly,
- That's how I love you! - the bunny jumped.
“That’s a lot,” whispered the bunny, “
This is very, very much, a lot, but not too much.
I love you like this! - the bunny smiled
And he somersaulted on the grassy grass.
- And that’s how I love you! - mommy said,
She tumbled, hugged and kissed.
“That’s a lot,” the little bunny whispered, “
This is very, very much, a lot, but not too much.
Do you see a tree growing right next to the river?
I love you like this - you understand, mom!
And in my mother’s arms I can see the whole valley.
- That's how I love you! - the mother told her son.
So it was a fun day. At the hour when it was getting dark,
The yellow-white moon appeared in the sky.
At night, children need to sleep even in our fairy tale.
The bunny whispered to his mother, closing his eyes:
- From the earth to the moon, and then back -
That's how much I love you! Isn't it clear?..
Having tucked a blanket around the bunny on all sides,
Quietly before going to bed, my mother whispered:
- This is very, very much, it’s so nice,
If you love to the moon, and then back.
One of my readers' favorite fairy tales is. She was born spontaneously, on the move, when I was putting my daughter to bed. I didn’t expect at all that this fairy tale would be so loved by readers, and even end up in. It turned out that both children and their parents really love these bedtime stories. Therefore, I share with you two more evening fairy tales.
The Tale of the Rhino who Couldn't Sleep
Once upon a time there lived a Rhinoceros, he was gray and thick-skinned, with a large horn on his nose. So cute, Rhino. One day the Rhinoceros began to prepare for bed. He drank a glass of milk and cookies, washed his face, brushed his teeth, put on his pajamas and went to bed.
Everything is as usual. Only that evening Rhino could not fall asleep. He tossed and turned in bed, but sleep did not come. First he decided to think about something pleasant. He always did this when he couldn't sleep. The rhinoceros remembered the colorful butterflies fluttering in the sky, then thought about the juicy fresh grass. Delicious... But sleep never came.
And that’s when a wonderful idea came to Rhino! He thought that he couldn't sleep because he forgot to do something before going to bed. Probably something very important. What exactly? He thought carefully and remembered! It turned out that Rhino forgot to put away his toys. That's what it was all about! He even felt ashamed.
The rhinoceros got out of bed and removed all the toys that were scattered on the floor. Then he lay back in bed, closed his eyes and immediately fell asleep.
Good night, Rhino!
Meditative sea tale
Imagine that you are sitting on the back of a blue dolphin. It has nice slippery sides. You hold onto him tightly with your hands, and he carries you forward along the playful waves. Funny sea turtles swim next to you, a little octopus waves its tentacle in greeting, and seahorses swim with you in a race. The sea is kind and gentle, the breeze is warm and playful. Already ahead is the very rock to which you are swimming, your friend, the little mermaid, is sitting on its edge. She is waiting impatiently for you. She has a green scaly tail and her eyes are the color of the sea. She laughs happily when she notices you and dives into the water. Loud splash, splashing. And now you are rushing forward together, to the magical island. Your friends are waiting for you there: a cheerful monkey, a clumsy hippopotamus and a noisy motley parrot. Finally, you are already close to them. Everyone sits down on the shore, a dolphin in the water, a little mermaid on the rocks. Everyone is waiting with bated breath. And then she begins to tell you extraordinary things. fairy tales. Tales about seas and oceans, about pirates, about treasures, about beautiful princesses. The tales are so wonderful that you don’t notice how the sun sets and night falls on the earth. It's time to sleep. The little mermaid says goodbye to everyone, the dolphin takes you on his back to carry you home to a warm bed, and the animals say goodbye to you, already yawning a little. Night, night has come. It's time to sleep, it's time to close your eyes to see in your dreams wonderful tales, told by the little mermaid.