Speaking about instructive tales, we recall the works of the Soviet teacher Vasily Sukhomlinsky. Every family with children or grandchildren should have books with these wonderful stories.
Unfortunately, educational fairy tales for children from this teacher are not often published. Therefore, we decided to publish some of them to help the parents of our students. Some have already been published.
I have heard many times from adults how they themselves are captivated, and even morally shaken, by the stories and fairy tales of Vasily Sukhomlinsky. We will be glad if you, dear reader, find them useful.
Tales of Sukhomlinsky V.A.
Who should go for firewood?
On the edge of the village lived a widow with three sons. The two sons are already grown-up boys, tall, stately, nice, and handsome. And the third - teenager Yura - small, thin, like a reed.
It was winter. Deep snow fell, the north wind blew, and the frost crackled. The mother says - as if to herself, but so that the children can hear:
- It's cold, children. But there is no firewood... Who should go for firewood?
The eldest sons are silent, their heads bent, they look at the ground and are hacking away at the stove.
“I’ll go get firewood, mom,” said the youngest son.
– Aren’t you afraid of frost? - the mother asks and glances at her older sons.
“No, I’m not afraid,” the son answers and gets dressed.
“Well, go, Yura,” said the mother, tightly belted him and kissed her son.
Yura went. And immediately it became so quiet in the house, as if every living thing in the world was listening and thinking: what will happen? And the wind in the yard died down. The two eldest sons raised their heads, looked at their mother and said:
“We’ll go to the forest too, Mom.”
“Go, sons,” the mother whispered and cried with joy.
Bee and pumpkin flower
The Bee flew into the field for honey - far, far away. And the sun is already setting. Bee found a large pumpkin field. Pumpkin flowers are large, the petals are yellow, bright as the sun. A bee flew from one flower to another, collecting honey. She raised her head, looked around and screamed like a bee in fear: the sun had set, the stars were twinkling in the sky, a cricket was singing in the field. “What should I do now?” - thinks the Bee.
“Sit under my petals,” Pumpkin Flower tells her. “You’ll spend the night and fly home in the morning.”
The Bee sat down on the sweet stamens, and the Flower covered her with petals.
Pumpkin Flower is sleeping. The Bee is sleeping. The field is sleeping. The whole world is sleeping, only the stars are twinkling in the sky.
So the sun appeared from behind the forest. Pumpkin Flower opened its petals. Bee woke up. Time to fly home. But something trembled in the little bee’s heart - sad and warm. Something was holding the Bee near the Flower.
The Bee bowed low to the Pumpkin Flower and said:
– Thank you, Flower, for your hospitality. The flower sighed. He also didn’t want to part with Bee.
But the sun had already risen above the horizon, the lark was singing in the sky, butterflies were flying - the day had begun. The bee circled over the Pumpkin Flower and flew home, bringing honey to the children.
Why is the titmouse crying?
A husband and wife lived in a house on the edge of the village. They had two children - a boy Misha and a girl Olya. Misha was ten years old, and Olya was nine. A tall, branchy poplar grew near the house.
“Let’s make a swing on the poplar,” said Misha.
- Oh, how good it will be to swing! – Olya was delighted.
Misha climbed up the poplar and tied a rope to the branches. Misha and Olya stood on the swing and let’s swing. Children are swinging, and a titmouse flies around them and sings, sings.
Misha says:
- The titmouse is also having fun because we are swinging.
Olya looked at the tree trunk and saw a hollow, and in the hollow there was a nest, and in the nest there were small birds.
“The titmouse is not happy, but crying,” said Olya
- Why is she crying? – Misha was surprised.
“Think about why,” Olya answered.
Misha jumped off the swing, looked at the titmouse’s nest and thought: “Why is she crying?”
Stone
In the meadow, under a spreading oak tree, there was a spring for many years. She gave people water. The travelers were resting under an oak tree near the spring.
One day a boy came to the oak tree. He loved to play pranks. So he thought:
“What will happen if I take this stone and throw it into the well? It’ll probably gurgle a lot!”
He picked up a stone and threw it into the well. It gurgled loudly. The boy laughed, ran and forgot about his action.
The stone fell to the bottom and closed the vent.
The water stopped filling the well.
The spring has dried up.
The grass near the spring dried up, and the oak tree withered, because the underground streams flowed somewhere else.
The nightingale stopped building its nest on the oak tree. He flew to another meadow.
The nightingale's song fell silent.
It became sad in the meadow.
Many years have passed. The boy became a grandfather. One day he came to the place where there once was a green meadow, where there was a spreading oak tree, and a cool spring flowing.
There was no meadow, no oak, no nightingale, no spring. Only sand, the wind raises clouds of dust.
“Where did it all go?” - thought the grandfather.
Oak under the window
The young forester built a large stone house in the forest and planted an oak tree under the window.
The years passed, the forester’s children grew up, the oak tree grew, and the forester grew old.
And many years later, when the forester became a grandfather, the oak tree grew so large that it covered the window.
It became dark in the room, and a beautiful woman lived in it - the forester’s granddaughter.
“Cut down the oak tree, grandfather,” the granddaughter asks, “it’s dark in the room.”
“We’ll start tomorrow morning,” the grandfather answers.
Morning has come. The grandfather called his three sons and nine grandchildren, called his beautiful granddaughter and said:
- We will move the house to another place.
And he went with a shovel to dig a ditch for the foundation. Three sons, nine grandchildren and a beautiful granddaughter followed him.
Girl and daisy
On a beautiful sunny morning, a little girl went out to play in a green meadow. Suddenly he hears someone crying.
The girl listened and realized: the crying was coming from under a stone that lay on the edge of the clearing. The stone is small, like a rabbit's head, but very hard. The girl asks:
-Who is crying under the stone?
“It’s me, Romashka,” a weak voice was heard. - Free me, girl, the stone is crushing me...
The girl threw back the stone and saw the delicate, pale stem of Chamomile.
“Thank you, girl,” said Chamomile, straightening her shoulders and taking a deep breath. – You freed me from Stone Oppression.
- How did you get under the stone? – the girl asked. “Stone Oppression deceived me,” answered Chamomile. – I was a little chamomile seed. In autumn I was looking for a warm corner. Stone Oppression gave me shelter and promised to protect me from cold and heat. And when I wanted to see Sunny, he almost ran over me. I want to be yours, girl.
The girl came to Romashka, and they met the Sun together.
- How good it is to be yours, girl! - Chamomile often said.
– What if you grew up in the forest or at the edge of the road? Would you be a draw? – the girl asked.
“I would die of grief,” said Chamomile quietly. There are no colors. They are always someone else's. That Fiery Poppy over there - she’s friends with the Sun.
The sun whispers to her: “You are mine, Fiery Poppy.” I hear this whisper when the Sun rises and the Poppy opens its petals. But that Cornflower is a friend of the Spring Wind. He is the first to fly to Vasilko every morning, wakes him up and whispers: “Wake up!” A flower could not live if it were no one's.
Flute and Wind
A Musician was sitting on a bench in the garden. He played the flute. Birds, trees, and flowers listened to his wonderful song. Even Veterok lay down under a bush and listened in amazement to the flute playing. The Musician played about the sun in the blue sky, about a little white cloud, about a gray bird-lark and about happy children's eyes.
The song stopped, the Musician put the flute on the bench and went home. The wind rose from under the bush, flew to the flute and blew with all its might.
The flute began to hum, like autumn storms under the eaves. The wind blew even stronger, but the flute did not play - it hummed and hummed.
“Why is this so? - thinks the Wind. “I can easily uproot oak trees and throw roofs off houses.” Why doesn’t the flute obey me - doesn’t it play?”
Where were the ants going?
A squirrel was sitting on a tree. She was eating peas. So delicious that I even closed my eyes. A tiny pea fell to the ground. Behind her is the second, third. A lot of tiny bits fell to the ground.
And the Ant was running along a path among the grass. I was in a hurry to find food for the little ants. She was in a hurry to go to the bashtan: she found out that there were a lot of sweet watermelon crumbs there. Suddenly he sees tiny peas falling from the tree. I tried Ant - the peas are fragrant and tasty. Ant took a tiny pea to the anthill and told the neighbors:
- Let's run, ants, pea by pea.
The ants gathered for the journey. And the ant babies eat the little one that their mother brought and share it with their friends. There was enough for all the kids in the anthill, and there was still some left. And the ants are already under the tree. They collected the crumbs and took them home. Enough food for the whole winter.
Bunny and Moon
It's cold in winter for the Bunny. He ran out to the edge of the forest, and night had already fallen. The frost is crackling, the snow glistens from the Moon, the cold wind is blowing from the ravine.
The Bunny sat down under a bush, stretched out his paws to the Moon, and asked:
- Moon, my love, warm me with your rays, otherwise it will be a long time to wait for the Sun.
The Month Bunny felt sorry for him, and he said:
- Go through the field, through the field, I will light your way, run to a large stack of straw.
The Bunny ran to the stack of straw, buried himself in the stack, looked out, and smiled at the Moon:
- Thank you, beloved Moon, now your rays are warm, warm.
Should a child be “weaned off being greedy”?
I think that what is most often mistaken for children’s greed (protection of their boundaries, their toys) is the child’s natural desire for “selfhood,” to find himself through “his” things, “his” toys, “his” mom and dad . This is a natural stage of growing up, and weaning will not only be unnecessary, but also harmful.
These same stories rather show the child what real greed is all about. What is true wealth? What is the difference between greed and a sense of ownership and when being greedy is neither interesting nor good.
If you have similar fairy tales or stories in your “piggy bank”, send them to or write in the comments. Other parents will thank you!
*Stories about greed were collected by Tamara Lombina - hLeningrad of the Writers' Union of Russia, candidate of psychological sciences.
==1==
Japanese fairy tale
A poor man and a rich man lived in the same village. The rich man had a lot of money.
Once a rich man invited a poor man to come to him. The poor man thinks: “No way, he decided to give me a gift. That’s why he’s calling.” He came and said:
– What a blessing it is to have so much money!
“What are you talking about,” the rich man replies, “what happiness this is!” I just thought that the richest man in our village is you! You have two wealth: the first is health, the second is children. And I only have money. What kind of rich man am I?
The poor man listened and listened, and thought: “It’s true, I’m not that poor.” And he went home and told the old woman about everything. The old woman just clasped her hands:
“Didn’t you, old man, know that the greatest happiness is children and health?”
“We lived our lives happily,” the old people decided.
“You and I are so rich, we gave all the kids gifts!” - the old man and the old woman rejoiced.
Since then they were called poor rich in the village.
==2==
Greed.
Afghan tale
Once upon a time there lived a very rich man. But he was so greedy that he spared even his own bread.
One day someone invited him to visit. The rich man went. The owner of the house served many different dishes, and the guest began to eat.
First he tried the meat and ate a lot of it, because it was spicy, tasty and he really liked it. Then they served some kind of flour dish that just melted in your mouth. The miser ate it too. Then it was time for eggs and noodles.
Whatever was on the table, the rich man gave it its due.
After dinner, the owner served various fruits - apricots, melons, grapes, pears. The miser looked at them with hungry eyes, as if he had never seen such things in his life. In the end, he ate all the fruit.
After he filled his belly with hot and cold food, he wanted to drink.
The rich man barely had time to pour his glasses. He drank so much that his stomach was swollen - it was about to burst. With the last of his strength, with great difficulty, the miser dragged himself home.
After some time he became very ill.
The family got scared:
- But look, he’s going to die. We ran for the doctor.
- Haven't you eaten too much? - asks the doctor.
“Yes,” answered the rich man, “I was visiting and had a good lunch there.”
- What have you done?! - exclaimed the doctor. “The food is foreign, but your stomach is your own!”
- Yes it is. But there were so many treats and everything was so delicious!
Is it conceivable to refuse a delicious and free lunch?
“Okay,” the doctor grinned, “what happened is past.” Now you need to take a medicine that will remove excess food from you.
- Oh no, I don’t want that kind of medicine! Now, if you find a medicine that improves digestion, go ahead! And if not, well, it’s easier to die on a full stomach. And there will be no other harm to me. You are free, go yourself.
==3==
Vasily Sukhomlinsky.
The cutlet is like a stone
This was during a difficult year - immediately after the war.
Today the third grade is going to the forest. Maria Nikolaevna scheduled a meeting at school. Everyone arrived before sunrise.
Everyone has a bag of food - bread, onions, boiled potatoes, and some guys even have lard. The children laid out all the contents of their bags, wrapped them in a large sheet of paper and put them in a duffel bag. The children decided: we are one team, one family, why should everyone sit over their own bundle?
Lenya also put his piece of bread, a few potatoes and a pinch of salt in his duffel bag. But there was still a package with a cutlet in my pocket. The mother wrapped it in paper and said: eat it so no one can see.
Children played in the forest, read a book, and told fairy tales around the fire.
Then they laid out all the supplies on a large tablecloth and sat down to dinner. Next to Lenya sat Maya, a thin, white-haired girl. Her father died at the front - on the last day of the war. Everyone got a small piece of bacon. Maya cut her piece in half and gave half to Lena.
It seemed to the boy that what he had in his pocket, wrapped in paper, was not a cutlet, but a stone.
When the children had lunch, Maria Nikolaevna said:
- Children, collect the paper and burn it.
When the paper was collected and folded into a pile, Lenya quietly threw his bundle with the cutlet into the trash.
==4==
Vasily Sukhomlinsky.
Greedy boy
Once upon a time there lived a very greedy boy. He walks down the street and sees ice cream being sold. The boy stood up and thought: “If someone gave me a hundred servings of ice cream, that would be good.”
Suitable for school. In a quiet deserted alley, his gray-haired grandfather suddenly catches up with him and asks:
- Did you want a hundred servings of ice cream?
The boy was surprised. Hiding his confusion, he said:
- Yes... If someone gave money...
“You don’t need money,” said grandfather. - Behind that willow tree there are a hundred servings of ice cream.
Grandfather disappeared, as if he had never existed. The boy looked behind the willow and in surprise even dropped his briefcase with books to the ground. There was a box of ice cream under the tree. The boy quickly counted a hundred packages wrapped in silver paper.
The boy's hands trembled from greed. He ate one, two, third servings. He couldn't eat anymore, his stomach hurt.
- What to do? - the boy thinks.
He took books out of his briefcase and threw them under the willow tree. He filled his briefcase with shiny packages. But they didn't fit in the briefcase. It was such a pity to leave them that the boy began to cry. Sits near the willow and cries.
Ate two more servings. I trudged towards the school.
I walked into the classroom, put my briefcase down, and the ice cream began to melt. Milk flowed from the briefcase.
The boy had a thought: maybe he should give the ice cream to his comrades? This thought was driven away by greed: is it possible to give such goodness to someone?
A boy sits over a briefcase, and it leaks. And the greedy boy thinks: will such wealth really perish?
Let those who have a little worm settled somewhere in their soul - greed - think about this fairy tale. This is a very scary worm.
==5==
Two greedy bear cubs.
Hungarian fairy tale
On the other side of the glass mountains, behind the silk meadow, stood an untrodden, unprecedented dense forest. In this untrodden, unprecedented dense forest, in its thicket, lived an old bear. She had two sons. When the cubs grew up, they decided that they would go around the world to seek their fortune.
At first they went to their mother and, as expected, said goodbye to her. The old bear hugged her sons and told them never to part with each other.
The cubs promised to fulfill their mother’s orders and set off on their way.
They walked and walked. And they went on and on for another day. Finally, all their supplies ran out. The cubs are hungry. They wandered side by side dejectedly.
- Oh, brother, how hungry I am! – the younger one complained.
- And I want to! - said the elder.
So they kept walking and walking, and suddenly they found a large round head of cheese. They wanted to divide it equally, but failed. Greed overcame the cubs: each was afraid that the other would get more.
They argued and growled, and suddenly a fox approached them. -What are you arguing about, young people? - asked the fox.
The cubs told her about their trouble.
- What a disaster! - said the fox. - Let me divide the cheese equally for you: the youngest and the eldest are all the same to me.
“That’s good,” the cubs were delighted. “Delhi!”
The fox took the cheese and broke it into two parts. But she split the head so that one piece - it was even visible to the eye - was larger than the other.
The cubs shouted:
- This one is bigger!
The fox reassured them:
- Quiet, young people! And this is not a problem. I'll sort everything out now.
She took a good bite of most of it and swallowed it. Now the smaller piece has become larger.
- And so uneven! – the cubs became worried.
“Well, that’s enough,” said the fox. - I know my stuff!
- And she took a bite from most of it. Now the larger piece has become smaller.
- And so uneven! - the cubs shouted.
- May it be for you! - said the fox, moving her tongue with difficulty, since her mouth was full of delicious cheese. - Just a little more - and it will be equal.
The fox continued to divide the cheese.
And the cubs only led their black noses back and forth, back and forth - from a larger piece to a smaller one, from a smaller piece to a larger one.
Until the fox had eaten her fill, she divided and divided everything.
But then the pieces became equal, and the cubs had almost no cheese left: two tiny pieces.
“Well,” said the fox, “even if it’s little by little, but equally!” Bon appetit, cubs! – and wagging her tail, she ran away.
This is what happens to those who are greedy!
==6==
Vasily Sukhomlinsky.
Plowman and Mole
The plowman plowed the land. The Mole crawled out of his hole and was surprised: a large field had already been plowed, and the Plowman kept plowing and plowing. The Mole decided to see how much land the Man had plowed. The Mole walked across the plowed field. He walked until the evening, but did not reach the end of the field. Returned to the hole. In the morning he crawled out of the hole, sat down on the road, waiting for the Plowman with a plow to ask him:
- Why did you plow such a large field and continue to plow more?
The plowman answers:
– I plow not only for myself, but also for people.
The Mole was surprised:
- Why do you plow people? Let everyone work for themselves. So I dig a hole for myself, and every Mole digs a hole for himself too.
“But you are moles, we are people,” answered the Plowman and began a new furrow.
==7==
Vasily Sukhomlinsky.
Metal ruble
Tato gave Andreika a metal ruble and said:
– When you return from school, you will go to the store and buy sugar and butter.
Andreika put the ruble in his jacket pocket and forgot about it. During physical education class, he undressed and threw his jacket on the grass.
After class I remembered: I need to go to the store. I put my hand in my pocket, but there was no ruble. Andreika got scared, turned pale and stood there, unable to utter a word. The guys ask:
– What’s wrong with you, Andreika?
The boy told about his trouble. The comrades knew that Andreika’s father was harsh and would beat the boy.
“Let’s help Andreika,” Tanya said. - Whoever has money, give it to me.
Let's collect a ruble!
Everyone reached into their pocket. Some found ten, some fifteen, some found five kopecks. Only Stepan said:
- We must save money. If he lost it himself, let him think what to do. I won't give you a penny.
He turned his back to everyone and went home.
The guys counted the money collected - ninety-nine kopecks. We all went to the store together and bought sugar and butter.
Andreika returned home joyful.
The next day no one wanted to sit next to Stepan. He was left alone.
Stepan complained to the teacher.
- Why doesn’t anyone want to sit with me?
“Ask your comrades,” answered the teacher.
==8==
Vasily Sukhomlinsky.
Misha's bike
They bought Misha a bicycle. And he lives next to the school. There is a garden between his parents’ house and the school estate, so there is nowhere to go. Misha brought his bicycle to school like a horse on a bridle.
The boys surrounded Misha. They felt the wheels, pedals, steering wheel, and flashlight.
Everyone liked the bike. Everyone was jealous of Misha.
“Well, go for a ride,” Fedya said and walked away from the bike, as if he didn’t want to ride.
“Do you think I really want to ride it?” – Misha asked indifferently. - Take it, try it.
Joyful Fedya took the steering wheel, got on his bike and rode around the school stadium. I rode until the bell rang for class.
Ivan skated at the first break, Stepan at the second, Sergei at the third, and Olya at the fourth.
We stayed skating after school too. The bicycle passed from hand to hand. By four o'clock everyone had skated.
Misha brought the bike home at half past five, like a horse on a bridle.
– Where have you been skating so far? - Mom was surprised. - Is that possible?
- I didn’t even ride...
- How - didn’t you ride?
- The boys were skating... And the girls...
Mom sighed with relief and said as if to herself:
“The only thing I was afraid of was that you would ride alone.”
==9==
Vasily Sukhomlinsky.
Apple in the autumn garden
In late autumn, little sisters Olya and Nina walked in the apple orchard. It was a quiet sunny day. Almost all the leaves from the apple trees had fallen and rustled quietly underfoot. Only here and there were yellowed leaves left on the trees.
The girls approached a large apple tree. Next to the yellow leaf they saw a large red apple.
Olya and Nina screamed with joy.
– How was it preserved? – Olya was surprised.
“Now we’ll rip it off,” said Nina.
The girls picked an apple. Olya wanted her to get the apple, but she restrained herself and offered:
- Let the apple be yours, Nina.
Nina also wanted the apple to be hers, but Nina also said:
- Let your apple be yours, Olya...
The apple passed from hand to hand. But then it occurred to both of them
thought:
- Let's give the apple to mom.
They ran to their mother, joyful and excited. They gave her the apple.
Joy shone in the mother's eyes.
Mom cut an apple and gave the girls half each.
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Inna Popova
Project “Tales of the Main Thing” (based on the works of V. A. Sukhomlinsky)
Project: « Tales about the main thing»
Participants project: middle group children, group teacher, parents.
Term project:5 months.
Nature of contacts: interaction within the same group.
Form of work: frontal, group.
The fairy tale teaches us to understand goodness
Talk about people's actions
If he is bad, then condemn him
Well, the weak, protect him
Children learn to think and dream
Get answers to your questions.
Every time they learn something
They will know their homeland!
Creating this project caused by the need of children of a preschool educational institution, their parents and teacher:
In studying the heritage of V.A. Sukhomlinsky;
In expanding the knowledge of children's worldview through fairy tale;
In the education of moral qualities in preschool children;
In creating a unified development environment, including children, teachers and parents.
Relevance project.
One of the most pressing problems of society at the present stage of its development is the decline in the level of morality, the loss of spiritual orientations, the inability of people to self-knowledge, the lack of need for self-improvement and self-development. Values such as goodness, love, beauty, dignity, and loyalty are lost.
According to V.A. Sukhomlinsky, a deep imprint on the soul of his pupil is left by those who are able to understand the complex, often full of contradictions, soul of a child, and nurture the sprouts of spirituality in it. A big role in this belongs to the wise Word that comes out of people’s mouths, the native word. And a special role in this regard belongs to fairy tale.
Without fairy tales - lively and bright possessing the consciousness and feelings of a child, it is impossible to imagine children’s thinking and children’s language. It is very important that children not only listen fairy tale, but they themselves created it. Through fairy tale, through unique children's creativity - the right path to a child's heart.
Heroes fairy tales a famous teacher is the surrounding world, which must enter the child’s soul and remain in it forever, so that later it can sprout with responsiveness, kindness, care, humanity and responsibility.
This problem is relevant because artistic works an outstanding teacher-writer encourages children's feelings to reflect, moral and ethical analysis of the actions of the heroes works, as well as their own behavior. In an address to children V.A. Sukhomlinsky wrote: “Do not inflict pain, resentment, care, or difficult experiences on other people with your actions, your behavior. Know how to support, help, encourage a person” [i.e. 2-s. 253]. If artistic the piece was well chosen, you can be sure that it will find sensitive, attentive listeners in children. And this will contribute to the development of moral qualities in children.
Target project:
Revealing the essence of moral concepts through the literary heritage of V. A. Sukhomlinsky;
Expanding knowledge of children's worldview through the prism of actions fairy-tale heroes;
Creating conditions for the fullest and freest development of creative abilities;
Activation of communication skills of preschool children;
Forming children's skills to navigate the world of relationships.
Tasks project:
Enriching children's experience topics: "Autumn Kaleidoscope", "Native home", "Clothes and shoes", "Migratory birds", through acquaintance with works of A. Sukhomlinsky.
Develop children’s ability to evaluate the actions and actions of heroes and come up with their own endings fairy tales and literary works;
To help preschoolers self-realize and assert themselves through awareness of moral concepts;
Develop a culture of communication, skills of collective and group interaction.
Expected Result:
Children have skills in collective and group activities, communication skills;
Development of moral and emotional feelings, social behavior skills;
Increasing intensification of work with parents of students;
Children's sustained interest in works of B. A. Sukhomlinsky.
Stages of work on project
I. Preparatory stage
Tasks:
1. Define goals and objectives project.
2. Study and create an information base on project.
3. Make a plan project.
4. Involve parents to help carry out this project.
5. Conduct a survey of parents “Moral and moral education”
II. Main stage
Tasks:
1. Introduce children to works by B. A. Sukhomlinsky.
2. Develop the ability to understand the main idea of the work, correctly evaluate the actions of the heroes.
3. Enrich and activate vocabulary.
4. Develop coherent speech.
5. Develop an interest in artistic works, fairy tales.
6. Develop children's creative abilities.
7. Develop mental processes (attention, memory, thinking, imagination)
8. Develop interaction and cooperation skills.
9. Foster activity and independence.
10. Create a development environment on this topic.
11. Organize an exhibition of drawings based on fairy tales A. Sukhomlinsky.
III. Reflective-evaluative stage
Demonstration of what you made with your own hands in addition to what you read fairy tales: drawings for fairy tales, products. re-enactment fairy tales"Sunshine and Sunshine". Apply accumulated experience in new conditions, enrich it with a variety of life experiences, and experience pleasure from your own ability. Produce elementary independent judgments, consistently expressing your thoughts.
Implementation project
1. Conversations.
2. Reading fiction works, fairy tales B. A. Sukhomlinsky.
3. Examination of illustrations for fairy tales.
4. Didactic games.
5. Outdoor games.
6. Logic games.
7. Physical education minutes.
8. Riddles.
9. Creative works on drawing, modeling, appliqué, design.
10. Creation of exhibitions.
11. Working with parents.
12. Presentation.
Organizational forms of work
Topic 1Autumn kaleidoscope (September October)
Hood. works, fairy tales B. ABOUT. Sukhomlinsky“How does autumn begin?”,"Autumn Dreams of Maple",“How the hedgehog prepared for winter”,"Bird's Pantry".
Activities
Psycho-gymnastics "I am a leaf"
Riddle about autumn.
Reading works B. A. Sukhomlinsky.
Physical education minute.
A game "Sounds of Autumn".
Creative work (modeling) "Little Leaves".
Conversation "Autumn the Artist"
Etude "Dance of Autumn Leaves"
D/I “Tell me which one?”
Logic game "Count"
Creative work (drawing)
"Golden leaves are spinning"
Conversation "Generous Autumn".
Riddle about a hedgehog.
D/I "Find out by taste".
Role-playing game "The Hedgehog and the Gardener"
Psycho-gymnastics "I am a bird".
Riddles about birds.
D/I “What kind of bird is this?”
D/I "Hotels for birds"
Creative work (drawing)
"Sad Autumn Tree"
"Bunch of Rowan, brush of Viburnum"
Topic 2 Home (november)
Hood. works, fairy tales B. ABOUT. Sukhomlinsky"Rootless Woodpecker",“What trace should a person leave on earth?”,“Why did the sparrow run away?”
Activities
Conversation "Everyone has their own home".
Physical education minute. "My house"
Creative work (design)
"Birdhouse"
Finger gymnastics "House with a Gate"
D/I "Native home"
Fine game "Make a House"
Creative work (applique)
"My house"
Psycho-gymnastics "I am a bird"
Conversation "Migratory and wintering birds"
Physical education minute "Sparrows on the branches"
P/I "Birds in houses"
D/I “What kind of bird is this?”
Designing a house from geometric shapes.
Topic 3 Clothes and shoes (December)
Hood. works, fairy tales B. ABOUT. Sukhomlinsky"Handkerchief for Grandma","The Crane and the Girl","The Baker and the Tailor","Green mittens",“Patch me too”
Activities
Logic game "Good or bad?"
Riddles about hats.
P/I "Handkerchief"
Drawing "Handkerchief"
Application "Beautiful handkerchief"
Rhythmic gymnastics "I'm walking, I'm walking, raising my legs"
Riddles about shoes
D/I “We buy shoes for dolls”
D/I "We are tailors"
D/I “Choose clothes for the doll”
Drawing “Wash your handkerchiefs and towels”
Riddles about mittens.
D/I "Find a Pair"
Decorative drawing with applique elements "Gloves and Kittens"
D/I "Find and fix the mistake"
Logical-mathematical game "Our buttons" L/I "Good or bad?"
Decorative drawing “Let’s decorate the doll’s dress”
Topic 4 Migratory birds (January)
Hood. works, fairy tales B. ABOUT. Sukhomlinsky"I want have your say» ,"Derkach and the Swallow",“Swallow says goodbye to its native side”,"Crane and Parrot"
Activities
A conversation about migratory birds.
Examination of illustrations depicting migratory birds.
Drawing "Gold autumn"
Labor activity. “Collecting grains of various plants for birds”
Conversation “Who said goodbye to us?”
P/i "We are the birds"
D/ game “Describe a migratory bird”
Modeling "Bird"
P/i "We are birds"
Logic game "Migratory - wintering"
Reading a poem by M. Pidgiryanka
"The Boy and the Swallow"
The riddle of the swallows
D/I "Chicks"
Memorizing a poem "Where is whose house"
Poem by T. Maidanovich "Parting"
Physical education minute “A stork walked through the swamp”
D/I "Like the Birds Sing"
Application "Birds on the Branches"
Drawing "Colored Birds"
Working with parents
Consultation “Development of children’s speech creativity in the process of working with a fairy tale in the family»
Questioning parents on the moral education of children. Consultation "Getting to know fairy tales» . Folder - moving " tales of Sukhomlinsky in the system of education of preschool children." Parental participation in educational activities. Organizing an exhibition of drawings together with parents: "My lovely fairy tale» Parents' help in replenishing the book corner fairy tales; homework for parents and children (making crafts, drawing illustrations for fairy tales) ;reading fairy tales with children at home;
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Little Galinka came home from school. She opened the door and wanted to say something cheerfully to her mother. But mom threatened Galinka with her finger and whispered:
- Quiet, Galinka, grandma is resting. I didn’t sleep the whole night, my heart hurt.
Galinka quietly walked up to the table and put down her briefcase. I had lunch and sat down to study homework. He reads the book quietly, to himself, so as not to wake up his grandmother.
The door opened and Olya, Galinka’s friend, came. She said loudly:
- Galinka, listen...
Galinka shook her finger at her, like a mother, and whispered:
- Quiet, Olya, grandma is resting. She didn’t sleep the whole night, her heart ached.
The girls sat down at the table and looked at the drawings.
And two tears rolled out from grandma’s closed eyes.
When the grandmother stood up, Galinka asked:
- Grandma, why did you cry in your sleep?
Grandmother smiled and kissed Galinka. Joy shone in her eyes.
Big birch
N. M. Artyukhova
Mom stood in the kitchen with a towel on her shoulder, drying the last cup. Suddenly Gleb’s frightened face appeared at the window.
Aunt Zina! Aunt Zina! - he shouted. - Your Alyosha has gone crazy!
Zinaida Lvovna! - Volodya looked through another window. - Your Alyoshka climbed a big birch tree!
After all, he can break loose! - Gleb continued in a tearful voice. - And it will break...
The cup slipped out of my mother’s hands and fell to the floor with a clatter.
Shattered! - Gleb finished, looking with horror at the white shards.
Mom ran out onto the terrace and went to the gate:
Where is he?
Yes, here, on the birch tree!
Mom looked at the white trunk, at the place where it split in two. Alyosha was not there.
Stupid jokes, guys! - she said and went to the house.
No, we’re telling the truth! - Gleb shouted. - He's there, at the very top! Where the branches are!
Mom finally understood where to look. She saw Alyosha. She measured with her eyes the distance from its branch to the ground, and her face became almost as white as this smooth birch trunk.
Crazy! - Gleb repeated.
Shut up! - Mom said quietly and very sternly. - Both go home and sit there.
She approached the tree.
“Well, Alyosha,” she said, “are you doing well?”
Alyosha was surprised that his mother was not angry and spoke in such a calm, gentle voice.
It’s good here,” he said. - But I’m very hot, mommy.
“It’s nothing,” my mother said, “sit down, rest a little and start going down.” Just don't rush. Little by little... Have you rested? - she asked after a minute.
Rested.
Well then, come down.
Alyosha, holding onto a branch, was looking for somewhere to put his foot. At this time, an unfamiliar fat summer resident appeared on the path. He heard voices, looked up and shouted fearfully and angrily:
Where have you gotten to, you worthless boy! Get down now!
Alyosha shuddered and, without calculating the movement, put his foot on a dry twig. The twig crunched and rustled down to my mother's feet.
Not so, said my mother. - Stand on the next branch.
Then she turned to the summer resident:
Don't worry, please, he is very good at climbing trees. He's great for me!
The small, light figure of Alyosha slowly descended. It was easier to climb up. Alyosha is tired. But his mother stood below, giving him advice, speaking kind, encouraging words. The earth was getting closer and shrinking. Now neither the field beyond the ravine nor the factory chimney is visible. Alyosha reached the fork.
Take a break,” Mom said. - Well done! Well, now put your foot on this branch... No, not there, that one is dry, here, to the right... Well, well, don’t rush.
The ground was very close. Alyosha hung in his arms, stretched out and jumped onto the high stump from which he began his journey.
The fat, unfamiliar summer resident grinned, shook his head and said:
Oh well! You will be a parachutist!
And mom grabbed her thin, tanned, scratched legs and shouted:
Alyoshka, promise me that you will never, never climb so high again!
She quickly walked towards the house. Volodya and Gleb were standing on the terrace. Mom ran past them, through the garden, to the ravine. She sat down in the grass and covered her face with a scarf. Alyosha followed her, embarrassed and confused. He sat down next to her on the slope of a ravine, took her hands, stroked her hair and said:
Well, mommy, well, calm down... I won't be so high! Well, calm down!
It was the first time he saw his mother cry.
Come on, look what kind of guest we have! - Dad called me loudly, when I was still fumbling with sandals in the corridor, having come from the street.
All good people are one family
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
In the second grade there was a drawing lesson. The children drew a swallow.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door. The teacher opened the door and saw a tear-stained woman - the mother of little white-haired, blue-eyed Natasha.
“I ask you,” the mother turned to the teacher, “to let Natasha go.” Grandmother died.
The teacher walked up to the table and said quietly:
- Children, great grief has come. Natasha's grandmother died. Natasha turned pale. Her eyes filled with tears. She leaned on her desk and cried quietly.
- Go home, Natasha. Mom came for you.
– While the girl was getting ready to go home, the teacher said:
“We won’t have lessons today either.” After all, there is great grief in our family.
– This is in Natasha’s family? – asked Kolya.
“No, in our human family,” the teacher explained. - All good people are one family. And if someone in our family died, we were orphaned.
Gorbushka
Boris Almazov
Grishka from our middle group brought a plastic straw to kindergarten. First he whistled at it, and then he began to spit plasticine balls out of it. He spat on the sly, and our teacher Inna Konstantinovna did not see anything.
That day I was on duty in the canteen. Inna Konstantinovna says that this is the most responsible post. The most important thing is to serve the soup, because you can’t take the plate by the edges - you can dip your fingers, but carry it hot on your palms! But I finished all the soup well. Just great! I didn’t even spill it on the tables! He began to put the bread on plates and bread bins, then all the guys came, and this Grishka with his straw. I took the tray to the kitchen, and carried one of the pinks in my hand - I kept them for myself, I love pinks very much. Then Grishka will blow on me! A plasticine ball hit me right on the forehead and bounced into my bowl of soup! Grishka started laughing, and the guys started giggling too. They laugh at me because a ball hit me in the forehead.
I felt so offended: I tried, I was on duty with all my might, but he hit me in the face, and everyone laughed. I grabbed my little hump and threw it at Grishka. I'm very good at throwing! Apt! Hit him right on the back of the head. He even gasped - wow, what a hump! Not some kind of plasticine ball. The hump bounced off his shorn head and rolled across the floor across the entire dining room for a long time - that’s how hard I threw it!
But the dining room immediately became quiet, because Inna Konstantinovna blushed and started looking at me! She bent down, slowly picked up the top, blew the dust off it and placed it on the edge of the table.
“After a quiet hour and afternoon tea,” she said, “everyone will go for a walk, and Seryozha will stay in the playroom and carefully think about his action.” Seryozha goes to kindergarten alone, but I feel I need to talk to his parents. Seryozha! Let your dad or mom come tomorrow!
When I came home, dad had already returned from work and was reading the newspaper, lying on the sofa. He gets very tired at his factory; once he even fell asleep during lunch.
- Well how are you? - he asked.
“It’s normal,” I answered and hurried to my corner to go to my toys. I thought dad would read his newspaper again, but he rolled it up, got up from the sofa and squatted down next to me.
– Is everything so normal?
- Yes OK! All is good! Wonderful... - and I load the dump truck with cubes faster, but for some reason they don’t load, they just jump out of my hands.
- Well, if everything is wonderful, then why do some people come into the room wearing a hat and, having come from the street, do not wash their hands?
And indeed, I forgot to wash my hands while wearing a hat!
- In general, yes! - Dad said when I returned from the bathroom. - Tell me, what happened to you?
“Because Inna Konstantinovna,” I say, “is an unjust person!” He doesn’t understand, but he punishes! Grishka was the first to throw a ball at me in the forehead, and then I hit him with a ball... He was the first, and she punished me!
- What kind of hump?
- Ordinary! From round bread. Grishka started it first, and I was punished! Is this fair?
Dad didn’t answer, he just sat down on the sofa, hunched over, and hung his hands between his knees. His hands are so big and his veins are like ropes. He was very upset.
“What do you think,” asked dad, “why were you punished?”
- Don't fight! But Grishka was the first to start!
- So! - said dad. - Come on, bring me my folder. It's on the table, in the bottom drawer.
Dad very rarely gets her. This is a large leather folder. There are daddy's certificates of honor, photographs of how he served in the navy. (I will also be a sailor when I grow up). Dad took out not photographs of his fellow sailors, but an envelope made of yellowed paper.
– Have you ever wondered why you don’t have grandparents?
“I was thinking about it,” I said. - This is very bad. Some guys have two grandfathers and two grandmothers, but I have none...
- Why aren’t they there? - Dad asked.
– They died in the war.
“Yes,” said dad. He took out a narrow strip of paper. “Notice,” he read, and I saw my dad’s chin tremble finely and frequently: “Having shown courage and heroism as part of the amphibious assault, he died a heroic death...” - this is one of your grandfathers. My father. And this: “Died of wounds and general physical exhaustion...” - this is your second grandfather, your mother’s father.
- And the grandmothers! – I shouted, because I felt very sorry for them all.
– They died during the siege. You know about the blockade. The Nazis surrounded our city, and Leningrad was left completely without food.
- And without bread? – these words came out in a whisper.
- They gave out one hundred and twenty-five grams a day... One piece, the kind you eat at lunch...
- That's all?
- And that’s all... And this bread was with chaff and pine needles... Siege bread, in general.
Dad took a photograph out of the envelope. Schoolchildren were filmed there. All have close-cropped hair and are terribly thin.
“Well,” said dad, “find me.”
All the guys looked alike, like brothers. They had tired faces and sad eyes.
“Here,” dad pointed to the boy in the second row. - And here is your mother. I would never have recognized her at all. I thought: this is a boy of about five.
– This is our orphanage. They didn’t have time to take us out, and we were in Leningrad throughout the blockade. Sometimes soldiers or sailors came to us and brought a whole duffel bag of bread. Our mother was very little and rejoiced: “Bread! Bread!”, and we, the older guys, already understood that the soldiers had given us their daily rations and, therefore, they were sitting there in the trenches in the cold completely hungry...
“I grabbed my dad with my arms and shouted:
- Daddy! Punish me however you want!
- What you! – Dad picked me up. - Just understand, son, bread is not just food... And you throw it on the floor...
- I will never do it again! – I whispered.
“I know,” said dad.
We stood at the window. Our big Leningrad, covered with snow, glowed with lights and was so beautiful, as if New Year was coming!
- Dad, when you come to kindergarten tomorrow, tell me about the bread. Tell all the guys, even Grishka...
“Okay,” said dad, “I’ll come and tell you.”
Birthday lunch
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Nina has a large family: mother, father, two brothers, two sisters, grandmother.
Nina is the smallest: she is nine years old. Grandmother is the eldest; she is eighty-two years old.
When the family is having dinner, grandma's hand trembles. Everyone is used to it and tries not to notice.
If someone looks at grandma’s hand and thinks: why is it trembling? – her hand trembles even more. The grandmother is carrying a spoon - the spoon is shaking, droplets are dripping onto the table.
Nina's birthday is coming soon. Mother said that there would be lunch on her name day. She and her grandmother will bake a big sweet pie. Let Nina invite her friends.
Guests arrived. Mom sets the table with a white tablecloth. Nina thought: Grandma will sit down at the table, and her hand will tremble. Your friends will laugh and tell everyone at school.
Nina said quietly to her mother:
- Mom, don’t let grandma sit at the table today...
- Why? - Mom was surprised.
- Her hand is shaking... It’s dripping on the table...
Mom turned pale. Without saying a word, she took the white tablecloth off the table and hid it in the closet.
Mom sat silently for a long time, then said:
- Our grandmother is sick today. There will be no birthday dinner.
Happy birthday to you, Nina. My wish for you: be a real person.
How the Nightingale gives water to her babies
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
The Nightingale has three chicks in the nest. All day long Nightingale brings them food - bugs, flies, spiders. The nightingales have eaten and are sleeping. And at night, already before dawn, they ask you to drink. The Nightingale flies into the grove. There is pure, pure dew on the leaves. The Nightingale finds the purest drop of dew, takes it in her beak and flies to the nest, bringing it to her children to drink. Places a drop on a leaf. Nightingales drink water. And at this time the sun rises. The Nightingale flies again for insects.
How Vasilko was born
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
- Children, today is the birthday of your friend Vasilka. Today you, Vasilko, turn eight years old. Congratulations on your birthday. I’ll tell you, children, how Vasilko was born.
Vasilko was not yet in the world, his father worked as a tractor driver, and his mother worked in the silkworm production department.
The tractor driver's young wife was preparing to become a mother. In the evening, the young husband got ready to take his wife to the maternity hospital tomorrow.
At night a snowstorm broke out, a lot of snow fell, and the roads were covered with snowdrifts. The car could not move, and there was no way to postpone the trip, the young woman felt: a child would soon be born. The husband left to get the tractor, and at this time his wife began to experience terrible pain.
The husband adapted a large sled to the tractor, laid his wife on it, left the house, and it was seven kilometers to the maternity hospital. The snowstorm does not stop, the steppe is covered with a white veil, the wife is moaning, the tractor is barely making its way through the snowdrifts.
Halfway there it became impossible to go further, the tractor sank in the snowdrifts, and the engine stalled. A young husband approached his wife, lifted her from the sleigh, wrapped her in a blanket and carried her in his arms, with incredible difficulty getting out of one snowdrift and plunging into another.
The snowstorm raged, the snow blinded his eyes, the husband was sweating, his heart was beating out of his chest; it seemed that one more step and he would no longer have the strength, but at the same time it was clear to the man that if he stopped for even a minute, he would die.
After a few tens of meters, he stopped for a moment, took off his coat, remaining in a padded jacket.
The wife was moaning in his arms, the wind was howling in the steppe, and the husband in these moments was not thinking about anything except the small living creature that was about to be born and for which he, the young tractor driver Stepan, is responsible to his wife, to his father and mother, to his grandfather and my grandmother, before the entire human race, before my conscience.
The young father walked four terrible kilometers for several hours; He knocked on the door of the maternity hospital in the evening; knocked, handed his wife wrapped in a blanket into the hands of the nurses and fell unconscious. When they unrolled the blanket, the amazed doctors could not believe their eyes: next to his wife lay a child - alive, strong. He had just been born, the mother began to feed her son right there in the corridor, and the doctors surrounded the bed in which the father lay.
For ten days Stepan was between life and death.
Doctors saved his life.
This is how Vasilko was born.
Who is taking whom home?
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
There are two five-year-old boys in kindergarten - Vasilko and Tolya. Their mothers work on a cattle farm. At six o'clock in the evening they go to the kindergarten to pick up the children.
Mom dresses Vasilka, takes him by the hand, leads him along and says:
- Let's go home, Vasilko.
And Tolya dresses himself, takes his mother’s hand, leads her along and says:
- Let's go home, mom. The road was covered with snow. There is only a narrow path in the snow. Vasilko’s mother walks through the snow, and her son walks along the path. After all, she is taking Vasilko home.
Tolya walks through the snow, and mom walks along the path. After all, Tolya is taking his mother home.
Twelve years have passed. Vasilko and Tolya became strong, slender, handsome young men.
In winter, when the roads were covered with deep snow, Vasilka’s mother became seriously ill.
On the same day, Tolya’s mother also fell ill.
The doctor lived in a neighboring village, five kilometers away.
Vasilko went outside, looked at the snow and said:
- Is it possible to walk in such snow? – He stood for a while and returned to the house.
And Tolya walked through the deep snow to a neighboring village and returned with a doctor.
The most tender hands
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
A little girl came with her mother to the big city. They went to the market. The mother led her daughter by the hand. The girl saw something interesting, clapped her hands with joy and got lost in the crowd. I got lost and cried.
- Mother! Where is my mom?
People surrounded the girl and asked:
-What's your name, girl?
– What’s your mother’s name? Tell me, we'll find her right away.
- Mom's name…. mom... mommy...
People smiled, reassured the girl and asked again:
- Well, tell me, what kind of eyes does your mother have: black, blue, blue, gray?
– Her eyes... are the kindest...
- And the braids? Well, what kind of hair does mom have, black or blond?
– Hair... the most beautiful...
People smiled again. They ask:
- Well, tell me what her hands are like... Maybe she has some kind of mole on her hand, remember.
“Her hands... are the most affectionate.”
And they announced on the radio:
“The girl is lost. Her mother has the kindest eyes, the most beautiful braids, the most affectionate hands in the world.”
And my mother was found immediately.
Seventh daughter
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Mother had seven daughters. One day a mother went to visit her son, but the son lived far, far away. Mother returned home a month later.
When she entered the hut, the daughters, one after another, began to say how much they missed their Mother.
“I missed you like a poppy misses a ray of sunshine,” said the first daughter.
“I was waiting for you, like dry earth waiting for a drop of water,” said the second daughter.
“I cried for you like a little chick cries for a bird...” cooed the third daughter.
“It was difficult for me without you, like a bee without a flower,” said the fourth daughter, caressing her mother and looking into her eyes.
“I dreamed of you like a rose dreams of a drop of dew,” chirped the fifth daughter.
“I looked out for you like a nightingale looks out for a cherry orchard,” whispered the sixth daughter.
But the seventh daughter said nothing, although she had a lot to say. She took off Mother’s shoes and brought her water in a large basin to wash her feet.
The Tale of the Goose
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
On a hot summer day, a goose took her little yellow geese for a walk. She showed the children the big world. This world was green and joyful - a huge meadow spread out in front of the goslings. The goose taught the children to pluck the tender stems of young grass. The stems were sweet, the sun was warm and gentle, the grass was soft, the world was green and singing with many voices of bugs, butterflies, and moths. The goslings were happy.
Suddenly dark clouds appeared and the first drops of rain fell to the ground. And then large hailstones, like sparrow eggs, began to fall. The goslings ran to their mother, she raised her wings and covered her children with them. It was warm and cozy under the wings, the goslings heard as if from somewhere far away came the roar of thunder, the howl of the wind and the sound of hailstones. They even began to have fun: something terrible was happening behind their mother’s wings, and they were warm and comfortable.
Then everything calmed down. The goslings wanted to quickly go to the green meadow, but the mother did not raise her wings. The goslings squealed demandingly: let us out, mom.
The mother quietly raised her wings. The goslings ran out onto the grass. They saw that the mother’s wings were wounded and many feathers were torn out. The mother was breathing heavily. But the world around was so joyful, the sun shone so brightly and tenderly, the bugs, bees, and bumblebees sang so beautifully that for some reason it never occurred to the goslings to ask: “Mom, what’s wrong with you?” And when one, the smallest and weakest gosling came up to his mother and asked: “Why are your wings wounded?” - She answered quietly: “Everything is fine, my son.”
The yellow goslings scattered on the grass, and the mother was happy.
Everyone has their own happiness
Tamara Lombina
Fedka has long dreamed of a bicycle. He even dreamed about it: red, with a shiny steering wheel and a bell. You drive, and the meter clicks, clicks! – counts how many kilometers you have clocked up.
And yesterday he simply couldn’t believe his eyes: they bought a bicycle for the son of farmer Avdeev Vaska. Exactly the one Fedka dreamed of! If only it had been a different color or something...
Fedka never seemed to be envious, but here he even cried into his pillow, he was so sorry for his dream. He didn’t pester his mother with questions about when they would buy him a bike too - he knows that his parents don’t have money.
And now Vaska rushed past his yard... Fedka was watering the holes with cucumbers and quietly swallowing his tears.
As always, on time, Uncle Ivan burst into the yard with noise, laughter and such a familiar cough. Unlucky, that's what his relatives called him. He graduated from some very smart institute and came to his native village. There is no work for his head here and there won’t be, and the guy didn’t want any other job; he got a job tending the horses of the Avdeevs.
It’s amazing how he always manages to understand that Fedka is in trouble.
“Fedul, did he pout his lips,” his uncle asked, looking slyly into his eyes, “did he burn his caftan?”
But then Vaska rushed past the yard, calling like crazy. Uncle Ivan looked at Fedka knowingly.
“Will you go with me at night tonight?” – he suddenly suggested.
- Can? Will mom let you in?
“Yes, we’ll persuade the two of us,” assured the cheerful guy.
How wonderful this uncle Ivan is!
In the evening he arrived on a white Orlik, and Ognivko, a young red horse with thin legs, a fiery mane, and huge and cunning eyes, ran next to Orlik. Fedka himself doesn’t remember how he sat down on Ognivka. Under the envious glances of the boys, they drove through the entire village, and then rode through the meadow through the clouds. Yes, yes, Uncle Ivan said that clouds come down to their Silver Log at night to sleep until the morning. It’s so great to ride through the cloud, completely surrendering to Ognivok’s instincts. And then they rode straight on horseback into a river as warm as fresh milk. Ognivko turned out to be so smart, they played so well with him in the water! Fedka was hiding behind other horses, and he found him and managed to grab him by the ear with soft lips...
Already exhausted, Fedka climbed ashore. Ognivko was still running around with the foals, playing, and then he came and lay down next to Fedka. Uncle Ivan cooked fish soup. When only he manages to do everything. When did he manage to catch the fish?
Fedka lay down on his back and... closed his eyes - the sky was looking at him with all the stars. The fire smelled deliciously of smoke and fish soup, but Ognivok, his breath, felt so calm. It was nice to feel such a lively smell of a young half-foal, half-horse. The crickets sang some kind of endless song of happiness.
Fedka even laughed: the dreamed bicycle now seemed so unnecessary and ugly here, next to the stars. Fedka hugged Ognivok and felt that his soul soared high, high, to the stars. For the first time he understood what happiness was.
Yurko - Timurovite
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Third-grader Yurko became a Timurovite. Even the commander of a small Timurov detachment. There are nine boys in his squad. They help two grandmothers who live on the outskirts of the village. They planted apple trees and roses near their huts and watered them. They bring water, go to the store for bread.
Today is a rainy autumn day. Yurko and the boys went to chop wood for their grandmother. I came home tired and angry.
He took off his shoes and hung up his coat. Both boots and coat are covered in mud.
Yurko sat down at the table. Mom serves him lunch, and grandmother washes his shoes and cleans his coat.
I won't do it anymore
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
In the spring, fifth-graders helped collective farmers plant watermelons and melons. The work was supervised by two old men - grandfather Dmitry and grandfather Dementy. Both of them were gray-haired, both had wrinkled faces. They seemed the same age to the children. None of the children knew that grandfather Dementy was the father of grandfather Dmitry, one of them was ninety years old, and the other was over seventy.
And so it seemed to grandfather Dementiy that his son had incorrectly prepared the watermelon seeds for planting. The surprised children heard grandfather Dementy begin to teach grandfather Dmitry:
- How slow you are, son, how slow-witted... I’ve been teaching you for ages and I can’t teach you. Watermelon seeds need to be kept warm, but what did you do? They are cold... They will sit motionless in the ground for a week...
Grandfather Dmitry stood in front of grandfather Dementy, like a seven-year-old boy: straight, shifting from foot to foot, bowing his head... and whispered respectfully:
- Tattoo, this won’t happen again, sorry, tattoo...
The children thought. Each of them remembered their father.
Where did the ants go?
A squirrel was sitting on a tree. She was eating peas. So delicious that I even closed my eyes. A tiny pea fell to the ground. Behind her is the second, third. A lot of tiny bits fell to the ground.
And the Ant ran like a stitch among the grass. I was in a hurry to get food for the little ants. She was in a hurry to go to the bashtan: she found out that there were a lot of sweet watermelon crumbs there. Suddenly he sees tiny peas falling from the tree. I tried Ant - the peas are fragrant and tasty. Ant took a tiny pea to the anthill and told the neighbors:
Let's run, ants, pea by pea.
The ants gathered for the journey. And the ant babies eat the little one that their mother brought and share it with their friends. There was enough for all the kids in the anthill, and there was still some left. And the ants are already under the tree. They collected the crumbs and took them home. Enough food for the whole winter.
Bunny and Moon
It's cold in winter for the Bunny. He ran out to the edge of the forest, and night had already fallen. The frost is crackling, the snow glistens from the Moon, the cold wind is blowing from the ravine.
The Bunny sat down under a bush, stretched out his paws to the Moon, and asked:
Moon, beloved, warm me with your rays, otherwise it will be a long time to wait for the Sun.
The Month Bunny felt sorry for him, and he said:
Go through the field, through the field, I will light your way, run to a large stack of straw.
The Bunny ran to the stack of straw, buried himself in the stack, looked out, and smiled at the Moon:
Thank you, beloved Moon, now your rays are warm, warm.
Tender Wind and Cold Wind
In a dark forest, in a deep ravine, two winds slept. Tender Wind - a young man with blue eyes. And the cold Vetrishche is a grandfather with a prickly beard.
Winter has come. The sun could not rise high above the earth. White snow covered the field. The tops of the trees rustled alarmingly. Cold Vetrishche woke up in a deep ravine. He got up and walked out of the forest. The thickets groaned. The cold Wind is walking across the earth, the rivers are freezing, the forest is humming.
But then the sun rose higher above the ground. Cold Vetrishchi's back ached. He trudged into the dark forest and climbed into a deep ravine.
The gentle Wind woke up and came out of the forest.
The sun laughed, streams flowed, flowers bloomed, and the grass rustled.
Spring Wind
The maple slept all winter. Through his sleep, he heard the noise of the thicket and the alarming cry of a black raven. The cold wind ruffled its branches and bent them.
But then one sunny morning Maple felt as if something warm and affectionate had touched him. Klen woke up. And it was the warm spring Wind that flew to him.
Enough sleep,” whispered the spring Wind. - Wake up, spring is coming.
But where is spring? - asked Klen.
Swallows carry on their wings, says the warm Wind. - I flew from a distant land, from the warm sea. Spring is coming through the fields - flowers are blooming, beauty. And the swallows carry multi-colored outfits on their wings.
This is what the warm spring Wind told Maple. Maple sighed and straightened his shoulders. The buds have turned green. Spring is coming.
Big and small
The cow Lyska gave birth to a little calf. He is still small and even trembles. The Calf fell close to its mother, drank milk, and the Calf wanted to take a walk.
He walked around the yard and saw a small animal sitting. The Calf touched the small animal, and on it there was soft, soft fluff, softer than the mother’s udder.
The small animal marvels at the huge animal - the calf, cowers and sits quietly.
Who are you? - asks Calf.
“I’m an old Rabbit,” the little animal answers.
Are you really an old rabbit? - Calf is surprised. - So you have children too?
I have small children - rabbits. And who are you?
“I’m a little Calf,” answers the Calf. - I was just born.
Have you really just been born? - the old Rabbit was surprised. - It’s wonderful: you’re still small, but already so huge...
“And you are already an old Rabbit, and so small,” the Calf was even more surprised. - Is everything in the world really so wonderful?
Two moths
Two moths were flying over the green meadow. One is white and the other is red. They met, sat on a green leaf and boasted. White Moth says:
My wings are the most beautiful: I look like a white cloud.
And the red moth praises itself:
No, my wings are more beautiful: I look like the sun.
The sun went down and night came. Both moths turned gray.
Flute and Wind
A Musician was sitting on a bench in the garden. He played the flute. Birds, trees, and flowers listened to his wonderful song. Even the Wind lay down under a bush and listened in amazement to the flute playing. The Musician played about the sun in the blue sky, about a little white cloud, about a gray bird-lark and about happy children's eyes.
The song stopped, the Musician put the flute on the bench and went home. The wind rose from under the bush, flew to the flute and blew with all its might.
The flute began to hum, like autumn storms under the eaves. The wind blew even stronger, but the flute did not play - it hummed and hummed.
“Why is this so? - thinks the Wind. “I can easily uproot oak trees and throw roofs off houses.” Why doesn’t the flute obey me - doesn’t it play?”
Who should go for firewood?
On the edge of the village lived a widow with three sons. The two sons are already grown-up boys, tall, stately, nice, and handsome. And the third - teenager Yura - small, thin, like a reed.
It was winter. Deep snow fell, the north wind blew, and the frost crackled. The mother says - as if to herself, but so that the children can hear:
It's cold, kids. But there is no firewood... Who should go for firewood?
The eldest sons are silent, their heads bent, they look at the ground and are hacking away at the stove.
“I’ll go get firewood, mom,” said the youngest son.
Aren't you afraid of frost? - asks the mother and glances at her older sons.
No, I’m not afraid,” the son answers and gets dressed.
Well, go, Yura,” said the mother, tightly belted him and kissed her son.
Yura went. And immediately it became so quiet in the house, as if every living thing in the world was listening and thinking: what will happen? And the wind in the yard died down. The two eldest sons raised their heads, looked at their mother and said:
We will also go to the forest, mom.
“Go, sons,” the mother whispered and cried with joy.
Stone
In the meadow, under a spreading oak tree, there was a spring for many years. She gave people water. The travelers were resting under an oak tree near the spring.
One day a guy came to the oak tree. He loved to play around. So he thought:
“What will happen if I take this stone and throw it into the well? It’ll probably gurgle a lot!”
He picked up a stone and threw it into the well. It gurgled loudly. The guy laughed, ran and forgot about his action.
The stone fell to the bottom and closed the vent.
The water stopped filling the well.
The spring has dried up.
The grass near the spring dried up, and the oak tree withered, because the underground streams flowed somewhere else.
The nightingale stopped building its nest on the oak tree. He flew to another meadow.
The nightingale's song fell silent.
It became sad in the meadow.
Many years have passed. The guy became a grandfather. One day he came to the place where there once was a green meadow, where there was a spreading oak tree, and a cool spring flowing.
There was no meadow, no oak, no nightingale, no spring. Only sand, the wind raises clouds of dust.
“Where did it all go?” - thought the grandfather.
Oak under the window
The young forester built a large stone house in the forest and planted an oak tree under the window.
The years passed, the forester’s children grew up, the oak tree grew, and the forester grew old.
And many years later, when the forester became a grandfather, the oak tree grew so large that it covered the window.
It became dark in the room, and a beautiful woman lived in it - the forester’s granddaughter.
“Cut down the oak tree, grandfather,” the granddaughter asks, “it’s dark in the room.”
“We’ll start tomorrow morning,” the grandfather answers.
Morning has come. The grandfather called his three sons and nine grandchildren, called his beautiful granddaughter and said:
We will move the house to another place.
And he went with a shovel to dig a ditch for the foundation. Three sons, nine grandchildren and a beautiful granddaughter followed him.
