Saying
Our fairy tales begin
Our tales are woven
On the sea-ocean, on the island of Buyan.
There is a birch tree there,
A cradle hangs on it,
The bunny is fast asleep in the cradle.
Like my bunny
Silk blanket,
Perinushka Poohova,
Pillow in the heads.
Grandma sits next to me
Tells fairy tales to the bunny.
Old tales
Not short, not long:
About the cat
About the spoon
About the fox and the bull,
About the crooked rooster...
About geese-swans,
About smart animals...
This is a saying, but what about fairy tales? —
Russian folk tale "The Braggart Hare"
Once upon a time there lived a hare in the forest. In the summer he lived well, but in the winter he was hungry.
Once he climbed up to a peasant’s threshing floor to steal sheaves, and saw that there were already a lot of hares gathered there. He began to brag about them:
- I don’t have a mustache, but whiskers, not paws, but paws, not teeth, but teeth, I’m not afraid of anyone!
The bunny went into the forest again, and the other hares told Aunt Crow how the hare had boasted. The crow flew off to look for the braggart. She found him under a bush and said:
- Well, tell me, how did you brag?
- And I don’t have a mustache, but whiskers, not paws, but paws, not teeth, but teeth.
The crow patted him by the ears and said:
- Look, don't brag anymore!
The hare got scared and promised not to brag anymore.
Once a crow was sitting on the fence, suddenly the dogs pounced on it and began to scold it. The hare saw the dogs mauling the crow, and thought: he should help the crow.
And the dogs saw the hare, abandoned the crow and ran after the hare. The hare ran quickly - the dogs chased him, chased him, became completely exhausted and fell behind him.
The crow was sitting on the fence again, and the hare caught his breath and ran to her.
“Well,” the crow tells him, “you’re great: not a braggart, but a brave man!”
Russian folk tale "The Fox and the Jug"
A woman went out into the field to reap and hid a jug of milk in the bushes. The fox approached the jug, stuck its head into it, and lapped up the milk. It’s time to go home, but the problem is that he can’t get his head out of the jug.
A fox walks, shakes its head and says:
- Well, jug, he was joking, and so be it! Let me go, little jug. I'm spoiling you enough - I've played and it will be!
The jug doesn't lag behind, whatever you want!
The fox got angry:
“Wait, if you don’t give up on honor, I’ll drown you!”
The fox ran to the river and let's drown the jug.
The jug drowned and dragged the fox with it.
Russian folk tale "Finist - Clear Falcon"
There lived a peasant and his wife in a village; they had three daughters. The daughters grew up, and the parents grew old, and then the time came, the turn came - the peasant’s wife died. The peasant began to raise his daughters alone. All three of his daughters were beautiful and equal in beauty, but different in character.
The old peasant lived in abundance and felt sorry for his daughters. He wanted to take some old lady into the yard so that she could take care of the housework. And the youngest daughter, Maryushka, says to her father:
“There’s no need to take the bob, father, I’ll take care of the house myself.”
Marya was caring. But the older daughters didn’t say anything.
Maryushka began to take care of the house instead of her mother. And she knows how to do everything, everything goes well with her, and what she doesn’t know how to do, she gets used to it, and once she gets used to it, she also gets along with things. The father looks at his youngest daughter and rejoices. He was glad that Maryushka was so smart, hard-working and meek in character. And Maryushka was a good person - a real beauty, and her kindness added to her beauty. Her older sisters were also beauties, but their beauty was not enough for them, and they tried to add blush and whitewash and dress up in new clothes. It used to be that the two older sisters would sit and preen themselves all day, and by the evening they would all be the same as they were in the morning. They will notice that the day has passed, how much rouge and whitewash they have used, but they have not become better, and they sit angry. And Maryushka will be tired in the evening, but she knows that the cattle are fed, the hut is clean, she prepared dinner, kneaded bread for tomorrow and the priest will be pleased with her. She will look at her sisters with her joyful eyes and will not say anything to them. And then the older sisters get even angrier. It seems to them that Marya was not like that in the morning, but by the evening she became prettier - why, they don’t know.
The need came for my father to go to the market. He asks his daughters:
- What should I buy for you, kids, to make you happy?
The eldest daughter says to her father:
- Buy me, father, a half shawl, so that the flowers on it are large and painted in gold.
“And for me, father,” the middle one says, “also buy half shawls with flowers, painted in gold, and have red in the middle of the flowers.” And also buy me boots with soft tops, high heels, so that they stomp on the ground.
The eldest daughter was offended by the middle one and said to her father:
“Buy me and me, father, boots with soft tops and heels so that they can stomp on the ground.” And also buy me a ring with a stone for my finger - after all, I am your only eldest daughter.
The father promised to buy gifts, which the two eldest daughters were punished with, and asks the youngest:
- Why are you silent, Maryushka?
“And I, father, don’t need anything.” I don’t go anywhere from the yard, I don’t need outfits.
- Your lie, Maryushka! How can I leave you without a gift? I'll buy you a treat.
“And you don’t need a gift, father,” says the youngest daughter. - And buy me, dear father, a feather from Finist - Yasna falcon, if it is cheap.
The father went to the market, he bought gifts for his eldest daughters, which they punished him, but he did not find the feather of Finist - Yasna the Falcon. I asked all the merchants.
“There is no such product,” said the merchants; “There is no demand,” they say, “for it.”
The father did not want to offend his youngest daughter, a hard-working, smart girl, but he returned to the court, and did not buy Finist’s feather, Yasna the Falcon.
But Maryushka was not offended. She was glad that her father had returned home and told him:
- Nishto, father. Another time you go, then you’ll buy it, my little feather.
Time passed, and again my father needed to go to the market. He asks his daughters what to buy them as a gift: he was kind.
Big daughter says:
“You bought me boots last time, father, so let the blacksmiths now forge the heels on those boots with silver shoes.”
And the middle one hears the older one and says:
“And me too, father, otherwise the heels are knocking and not ringing—let them ring.” And so that the nails from the horseshoes don’t get lost, buy me another silver hammer: I’ll use it to knock out the nails.
- What should I buy you, Maryushka?
- And look, father, a feather from Finist - The falcon is clear: whether it will happen or not.
The old man went to the market, quickly finished his business and bought gifts for his older daughters, but for the younger daughter he was looking for a feather until the evening, and that feather is not there, no one gives it to buy.
The father returned again without a gift for his youngest daughter. He felt sorry for Maryushka, but Maryushka smiled at her father and did not show her grief - she endured him.
Time passed, and my father went to the market again.
- What should I buy you, dear daughters, as a gift?
The eldest thought and didn’t immediately come up with what she wanted.
- Buy me something, father.
And the middle one says:
- And for me, father, buy something, and add something else to something else.
- And you, Maryushka?
- And buy me, father, one feather from Finist - the falcon is clear.
The old man went to the market. I did my chores, bought gifts for my older daughters, but didn’t buy anything for my youngest daughters: there wasn’t that feather in the market.
The father was driving home, and he saw: an old man was walking along the road, older than him, completely decrepit.
- Hello, grandfather!
- Hello you too, honey. What are you upset about?
- How could she not be, grandfather! My daughter ordered me to buy her one feather from Finist - Yasna falcon. I was looking for that feather for her, but it wasn’t there. And my daughter is the youngest, I feel sorry for her more than anyone else.
The old man thought for a moment, and then said:
- So be it!
He untied his shoulder bag and took out a box from it.
“Hide,” he says, “the box, in it is a feather from Finist - Yasna the Falcon.” Yes, remember: I have one son; You feel sorry for your daughter, but I feel sorry for my son. My son doesn’t want to get married, but his time has come. If he doesn’t want to, he can’t force him. And he tells me: “Whoever asks you for this feather, give it back,” he says, “It’s my bride asking for it.”
The old man said his words - and suddenly he was not there, he disappeared to no one knows where: he was there or he wasn’t!
Maryushka's father was left with a feather in his hands. He sees that feather, but it is gray and simple. And it was impossible to buy it anywhere.
The father remembered what the old man had told him and thought: “Apparently, this is the fate of my Maryushka - without knowing, without seeing, to marry someone unknown.”
The father came home, gave gifts to his older daughters, and gave the youngest a box with a gray feather.
The older sisters dressed up and laughed at the younger one:
- And you put your sparrow feather in your hair and show off.
Maryushka remained silent, and when everyone in the hut went to bed, she put in front of her a simple, gray feather of Finist the Yasna Falcon and began to admire it. And then Maryushka took the feather in her hands, held it with her, caressed it and accidentally dropped it on the floor.
Immediately someone hit the window. The window opened, and Finist, the Clear Falcon, flew into the hut. He kissed himself to the floor and turned into a fine young man. Maryushka closed the window and began to talk with the young man. And in the morning Maryushka opened the window, the fellow bowed to the floor, the fellow turned into a clear falcon, and the falcon left behind a simple, gray feather and flew away into the blue sky.
For three nights Maryushka welcomed the falcon. During the day he flew across the sky, over fields, over forests, over mountains, over seas, and by night he flew to Maryushka and became a good fellow.
On the fourth night, the older sisters heard Maryushka’s quiet conversation, they also heard the strange voice of the kind young man, and the next morning they asked the younger sister:
“Who are you, sister, talking to at night?”
“And I speak the words to myself,” answered Maryushka. “I don’t have any friends, I’m at work during the day, I have no time to talk, and at night I talk to myself.”
The older sisters listened to the younger sister, but did not believe her.
They said to the father:
- Father, Marya has a betrothed, she sees him at night and talks to him. We heard it ourselves.
And the priest answered them:
“But you wouldn’t listen,” he says. - Why shouldn’t our Maryushka have a betrothed? There is no bad thing here, she is a pretty girl and came out at her time. Your turn will come.
“So Marya recognized her betrothed out of turn,” said the eldest daughter. “I would rather marry her.”
“It’s really yours,” the priest reasoned. - So fate doesn’t count. Some brides remain maids until old age, while others have been dear to all people since their youth.
The father said this to his eldest daughters, but he himself thought: “Or will the word of that old man come true when he gave me the feather? There’s no trouble, but will a good person be Maryushka’s betrothed?”
And the older daughters had their own desire. When it was time for evening, Maryushka’s sisters took the knives out of their handles, and stuck the knives into the window frame and around it, and in addition to the knives, they also stuck sharp needles and fragments of old glass there. Maryushka was cleaning the cow in the barn at that time and did not see anything.
And so, as it got dark, Finist, the Clear Falcon, flies to Maryushka’s window. He flew to the window, hit sharp knives and needles and glass, fought and fought, wounded his whole chest, and Maryushka was exhausted from the day's work, she dozed off, waiting for Finist - Yasna the falcon, and did not hear her falcon hitting the window .
Then Finist said loudly:
- Farewell, my red maiden! If you need me, you will find me, even if I’m far away! And first of all, when you come to me, you will wear out three pairs of iron shoes, you will wipe three cast-iron staves on the grass of the road, and you will devour three stone loaves.
And Maryushka heard Finist’s words through her slumber, but could not get up or wake up. And in the morning she woke up, her heart was burning. She looked out the window, and inside the window Finist’s blood was drying in the sun. Then Maryushka began to cry. She opened the window and pressed her face to the place where the blood of Finist, Yasna the Falcon, was. Tears washed away the falcon's blood, and Maryushka herself seemed to wash herself with the blood of her betrothed and became even more beautiful.
Maryushka went to her father and told him:
“Don’t scold me, father, let me go on a long journey.” If I’m alive, we’ll see each other, but if I die, it’s in the family, I know, it was written to me.
It was a pity for the father to let his beloved youngest daughter go to God knows where. But it is impossible to force her to live at home. The father knew: the girl’s loving heart is stronger than the power of her father and mother. He said goodbye to his beloved daughter and let her go.
The blacksmith made Maryushka three pairs of iron shoes and three cast iron staffs, Maryushka also took three stone loaves, she bowed to her father and sisters, visited her mother’s grave and set off on the road to look for the desired Finist - Yasna Falcon.
Maryushka is walking along the road. It doesn’t go for a day, not two, not three days, it goes for a long time. She walked through open fields and through dark forests, and through high mountains. In the fields the birds sang songs to her, the dark forests welcomed her, from the high mountains she admired the whole world. Maryushka walked so much that she wore out one pair of iron shoes, wore out a cast-iron staff on the road and gnawed away stone bread, but her path never ends, and Finist, Yasna the Falcon, is nowhere to be found.
Then Maryushka sighed, sat down on the ground, began to put on other iron shoes - and saw a hut in the forest. And the night has come.
Maryushka thought: “I’ll go to the people’s hut and ask if they have seen my Finist - Yasna Falcon?”
Maryushka knocked on the hut. There lived in that hut one old woman - good or evil, Maryushka did not know about that. The old woman opened the entryway and a beautiful maiden stood in front of her.
- Let me go, grandma, to spend the night.
- Come in, my dear, you will be a guest. How far are you going, young one?
- Whether it’s far or close, I don’t know, grandma. And I am looking for Finist - Yasna the Falcon. Haven't you heard about him, grandma?
- How can you not hear! I’m old, I’ve been in this world for a long time, I’ve heard about everyone! You have a long way to go, my dear.
The next morning the old woman woke up Maryushka and said to her:
- Go, dear, now to my middle sister, she is older than me and knows more. Maybe she will teach you good things and tell you where your Finist lives. And so that you don’t forget old me, take this silver bottom and a golden spindle, start spinning a tow, and the golden thread will stretch. Take care of my gift until it is dear to you, and if it doesn’t become dear, give it yourself.
Maryushka took the gift, admired it and said to the hostess:
- Thank you, grandma. Where should I go, in which direction?
And I’ll give you a ball - a scooter. Wherever the ball rolls, and you follow it. If you decide to take a break, sit down on the grass, the ball will stop and wait for you.
Maryushka bowed to the old woman and followed the ball.
Whether Maryushka walked long or short, she didn’t count the path, she didn’t feel sorry for herself, but she sees: the forests are dark, scary, in the fields the grass grows ungrainful, prickly, the mountains are bare and stone, and the birds don’t sing above the ground.
Maryushka sat down to change her shoes. She sees: the black forest is close, and night is coming, and in the forest, in one of the huts, a light was lit in the window.
The ball rolled towards that hut. Maryushka followed him and knocked on the window:
- Kind owners, let me spend the night!
An old woman, older than the one who had previously greeted Maryushka, came out onto the porch of the hut.
-Where are you going, red maiden? Who are you looking for in the world?
- I’m looking, grandma, for Finista - Yasna Sokol. I was with an old woman in the forest, spent the night with her, she had heard about Finist, but did not know him. Maybe she said her middle sister knows.
The old woman let Maryushka into the hut. And the next morning she woke up the guest and told her:
- It will be far for you to look for Finist. I knew about him, but I didn’t know. Now go to our older sister, she should know. And so that you remember about me, take a gift from me. Out of joy, he will be your memory, and out of need, he will provide help.
And the old lady hostess gave her guest a silver saucer and a golden egg.
Maryushka asked the old mistress for forgiveness, bowed to her and followed the ball.
Maryushka is walking, and the land around her has become completely alien. She looks: only a forest is growing on the earth, but there is no clean field. And the trees, the further the ball rolls, grow higher and higher. It became completely dark: the sun and sky were not visible.
And Maryushka walked and walked through the darkness until her iron shoes were completely worn out, and her staff was worn out on the ground, and until she had devoured the last stone bread to the last crumb.
Maryushka looked around - what should she do? She sees her little ball: it lies under the window of a forest hut.
Maryushka knocked on the window of the hut:
- Good owners, shelter me from the dark night!
An ancient old woman, the eldest sister of all old women, came out onto the porch.
“Go to the hut, my dear,” he says. - Look, where did you come from? Further, no one lives on earth, I am the extreme one. To you in another
I need to keep the way tomorrow morning. Whose will you be and where are you going?
Maryushka answered her:
- I'm not from here, grandma. And I am looking for Finist - Yasna the Falcon.
The eldest old woman looked at Maryushka and said to her:
—Are you looking for Finist the Falcon? I know, I know him. I’ve lived in this world for a long time, so long ago that I recognized everyone, remembered everyone.
The old woman put Maryushka to bed and woke her up the next morning.
“It’s been a long time,” he says, “I haven’t done anyone any good.” I live alone in the forest, everyone has forgotten about me, I am the only one who remembers everyone. I will do good to you: I will tell you where your Finist, the Clear Falcon, lives. And even if you find him, it will be difficult for you. The falcon finist is now married, he lives with his mistress. It will be difficult for you, but you have a heart, and it will come to your heart and mind, and from your mind even difficult things will become easy.
Maryushka said in response:
“Thank you, grandmother,” and bowed to the ground.
“You’ll thank me later.” And here’s a gift for you - take from me a golden hoop and a needle: you hold the hoop, and the needle will embroider itself. Go now, and what you need to do, you’ll go and find out for yourself.
Maryushka walked off as she was, barefoot. I thought: “When I get there, the ground here is hard, foreign, I need to get used to it.”
She didn't last long. And he sees: there is a rich courtyard in a clearing. And in the courtyard there is a tower: a carved porch, patterned windows. A rich, noble housewife sits at one window and looks at Maryushka: what, they say, does she want.
Maryushka remembered: now she has nothing to put on shoes and she devoured the last stone bread on the road.
She said to the hostess:
- Hello, hostess! Don't you need a worker for bread, for clothes?
“It is necessary,” answers the noble housewife. - Do you know how to light stoves, carry water, and cook dinner?
- I lived with my father without my mother - I can do everything.
- Do you know how to spin, weave and embroider?
Maryushka remembered the gifts from her old grandmothers.
“I can,” he says.
“Go then,” the hostess says, “to the people’s kitchen.”
Maryushka began to work and serve in someone else's rich yard. Maryushka’s hands are honest, diligent - every business goes well with her.
The hostess looks at Maryushka and rejoices: she has never had such a helpful, kind, and intelligent worker; and Maryushka eats plain bread, washes it down with kvass, and doesn’t ask for tea. The owner of her daughter boasted:
“Look,” he says, “what a worker we have in our yard—submissive, skillful, and with a gentle face!”
The landlady's daughter looked at Maryushka.
“Ugh,” he says, “even though she’s affectionate, I’m more beautiful than her, and I’m whiter in body!”
In the evening, after she had completed her household chores, Maryushka sat down to spin. She sat down on a bench, took out a silver bottom and a golden spindle, and began to spin. She spins, a thread stretches from the tow, the thread is not simple, but golden; She spins, and she looks at the silvery bottom, and it seems to her that she sees Finist there - Yasna the Falcon: he looks at her as if alive in the world. Maryushka looks at him and talks to him:
- My Finist, Finist - Clear Falcon, why did you leave me alone, bitter, to cry for you all my life? These are my sisters, homewreckers, who shed your blood.
And at that time the owner’s daughter entered the people’s hut, stood at a distance, looked and listened.
- Who are you grieving for, girl? she asks. - And KE.KZ.Am I fun in your hands?
Maryushka tells her:
- I grieve for Finist - the Clear Falcon. And I’ll spin the thread, I’ll embroider a towel for Finist - he’d have something to wipe his white face with in the morning.
- Sell me your fun! - says the landlady's daughter. “And Finist is my husband, I’ll spin the thread for him myself.”
Maryushka looked at the owner’s daughter, stopped her golden spindle and said:
- I have no fun, I have work in my hands. But the silver bottom - the golden spindle - is not for sale: my kind grandmother gave it to me.
The owner's daughter was offended: she did not want to let go of the golden spindle from her hands.
“If it’s not for sale,” he says, “then let’s make an exchange: I’ll give you something too.”
“Give me,” said Maryushka, “let me look at Finist - Yasna Sokol at least once with one eye!”
The owner's daughter thought about it and agreed.
“If you please, girl,” he says. - Give me your fun.
She took the silver bottom - the golden spindle - from Maryushka, and she thought: “I’ll show her Finist for a while, nothing will happen to him, I’ll give him a sleeping potion, and through this golden spindle my mother and I will get rich!”
By nightfall Finist, the Clear Falcon, returned from the skies; He turned into a good young man and sat down to dinner with his family: his mother-in-law and Finist with his wife.
The owner's daughter ordered to call Maryushka: let her serve at the table and look at Finist, as was the agreement. Maryushka appeared: she served at the table, served food and did not take her eyes off Finist. And Finist sits as if he were not there - he did not recognize Maryushka: she was tired of the journey, going to him, and her face changed from sadness for him.
The hosts had dinner; Finist got up and went to sleep in his room.
Maryushka then says to the young hostess:
— There are a lot of flies in the yard. I’ll go to Finist’s room, I’ll drive the flies away from him so that they don’t disturb his sleep.
- Let her go! - said the old mistress.
The young housewife was thinking again.
“But no,” he says, “let him wait.”
And she followed her husband, gave him a sleeping potion to drink at night, and returned. “Perhaps,” the owner’s daughter reasoned, “the worker has some other fun for such an exchange!”
“Go now,” she said to Maryushka. - Go drive away the flies from Finist!
Maryushka came to Finist in the upper room and forgot about the flies. She sees: her dear friend is sleeping soundly.
Maryushka looks at him, can’t see enough. She leaned close to him, shared the same breath with him, whispered to him:
- Wake up, my Finist - Clear Falcon, it was I who came to you; I have trampled three pairs of iron shoes, worn out three cast iron staffs on the road, and eaten three stone loaves!
And Finist sleeps soundly, he does not open his eyes and does not say a word in response.
Finist’s wife, the owner’s daughter, comes to the upper room and asks:
— Did you drive away the flies?
“I drove it away,” Maryushka says, “they flew out the window.”
- Well, go sleep in a human hut.
The next day, when Maryushka had done all the housework, she took a silver saucer and rolled a golden egg on it: she rolled it around - and a new golden egg rolled off the saucer; rolls it around another time - and again a new golden egg rolls off the saucer.
The owner's daughter saw it.
“Really,” he says, “do you have such fun?” Sell it to me, or I’ll give you whatever barter you want for it.
Maryushka says to her in response:
“I can’t sell it, my kind grandmother gave it to me as a gift.” And I’ll give you a saucer with an egg for free. Here you go, take it!
The owner's daughter took the gift and was delighted.
- Or maybe what do you need, Maryushka? Ask for what you want.
Maryushka asks in response:
- And I need the very least. Let me drive the flies away from Finist again when you put him to bed.
“If you please,” says the young hostess.
And she herself thinks: “What will happen to my husband from the look of a strange girl, and he will sleep from the potion, he won’t open his eyes, but the worker may have some other fun!”
By night again, as it had been, Finist, the Clear Falcon from the sky, returned, he turned into a good young man and sat down at the table to have dinner with his family.
Finist's wife called Maryushka to wait on the table and serve food. Maryushka serves the food, puts down the cups, puts out the spoons, but she doesn’t take her eyes off Finist. But Finist looks and doesn’t see her—his heart doesn’t recognize her.
Again, as it happened, the owner’s daughter gave her husband a drink with a sleeping potion and put him to bed. And she sent the worker Maryushka to him and told her to drive away the flies.
Maryushka came to Finist; She began calling him and crying over him, thinking that today he would wake up, look at her and recognize Maryushka.
Maryushka called him for a long time and wiped the tears from her face so that they would not fall on Finist’s white face and wet it. But Finist was sleeping, he did not wake up and did not open his eyes in response.
On the third day, Maryushka completed all the housework by evening, sat down on a bench in the people's hut, took out a golden hoop and a needle. She holds a golden hoop in her hands, and the needle itself embroiders on the canvas. Maryushka embroiders and says:
- Embroider, embroider, my red pattern, embroider for Finist - Yasna Sokol, it would be something for him to admire!
The young housewife walked and walked nearby; She came to the people's hut and saw in Maryushka's hands a golden hoop and a needle that she embroidered herself. Her heart was filled with envy and greed, and she said:
- Oh, Maryushka, darling red maiden! Give me this kind of fun or take whatever you want in exchange! I also have a golden spindle, I spin yarn, weave canvas, but I don’t have a golden hoop with a needle - I have nothing to embroider with. If you don’t want to give it in exchange, then sell it! I'll give you the price!
- It is forbidden! - says Maryushka. “You can’t sell a golden hoop with a needle or give it in exchange.” The kindest, oldest grandmother gave them to me for free. And I will give them to you for free.
The young housewife took a hoop with a needle, but Maryushka had nothing to give her, so she said:
“Come, if you want, to drive away the flies from my husband, Finist.” Before, you asked for it yourself.
“I’ll come, so be it,” said Maryushka.
After dinner, the young housewife at first did not want to give Finist a sleeping potion, but then she changed her mind and added that potion to the drink: “Why should he look at the girl, let him sleep!”
Maryushka went to the room to the sleeping Finist. Her heart couldn't stand it anymore. She fell to his white chest and wailed:
- Wake up, wake up, my Finist, my clear falcon! I walked the whole earth on foot, coming to you! Three cast-iron staffs were too tired to walk with me and were worn out on the ground, three pairs of iron shoes were worn out by my feet, three stone loaves I devoured.
But Finist is sleeping, doesn’t smell anything, and doesn’t hear Maryushka’s voice.
Maryushka wailed for a long time, woke up Finist for a long time, cried over him for a long time, but Finist would not have woken up: his wife’s potion was strong. Yes, one hot tear of Maryushka fell on Finist’s chest, and another tear fell on his face. One tear burned Finist’s heart, and another opened his eyes, and he woke up at that very moment.
“Oh,” he says, “what burned me?”
- My finist, clear falcon! - Maryushka answers him. - Wake up to me, it’s me who came! For a long, long time I searched for you, I ground iron and cast iron on the ground. They couldn’t stand the road to you, but I did! The third night I call you, but you sleep, you don’t wake up, you don’t answer my voice!
And then Finist, the Clear Falcon, recognized his Maryushka, the red maiden. And he was so happy about her that he couldn’t say a word for joy. He pressed Maryushka to his white chest and kissed her.
And when he woke up, accustomed to his joy, he said to Maryushka:
- Be my blue dove, my faithful red maiden!
And at that very moment he turned into a falcon, and Maryushka into a dove.
They flew away into the night sky and flew side by side all night until dawn.
And when they were flying, Maryushka asked:
- Falcon, falcon, where are you flying, because your wife will miss you!
The falcon finist listened to her and answered:
- I’m flying to you, red maiden. And whoever exchanges her husband on a spindle, on a saucer and on a needle, that wife does not need a husband and that wife will not get bored.
- Why did you marry such a wife? - Maryushka asked. - Wasn’t there your will?
Falcon said:
“There was my will, but there was no fate or love.”
And at dawn they sank to the ground. Maryushka looked around; she sees: her parent’s house stands as it was before. She wanted to see her father-parent, and she immediately turned into a red maiden. And Finist, the Bright Falcon, hit the damp ground and became a feather.
Maryushka took the feather, hid it on her chest in her bosom and came to her father.
- Hello, my youngest daughter, my beloved! I thought that you weren’t even in the world. Thank you for not forgetting my father, I returned home. Where were you for so long, why weren’t you in a hurry to get home?
- Forgive me, father. That's what I needed.
- But it’s necessary, it’s necessary. Thank you that the need has passed.
And it happened on a holiday, and a big fair opened in the city. The next morning the father got ready to go to the fair, and his older daughters were going with him to buy gifts for themselves.
The father also called the youngest, Maryushka.
And Maryushka:
“Father,” he says, “I’m tired from the road, and I have nothing to wear.” At the fair, tea, everyone will be dressed up.
“And I’ll dress you up there, Maryushka,” the father answers. - At the fair, tea, a lot of bargaining.
And the older sisters say to the younger ones:
- Put on our clothes, we have extra ones.
- Oh, sisters, thank you! - says Maryushka. - Your dresses are too much for me! Yes, I feel good at home.
“Well, have it your way,” her father tells her. - What should I bring you from the fair, what gift? Tell me, don’t hurt your father!
- Oh, father, I don’t need anything: I have everything! No wonder I walked far and got tired on the road.
My father and older sisters went to the fair. At the same time, Maryushka took out her feather. It hit the floor and became a beautiful, kind fellow, Finist, only even more beautiful than he was before. Maryushka was surprised, but she didn’t say anything out of joy. Then Finist said to her:
“Don’t be surprised at me, Maryushka, it’s because of your love that I became like this.”
- I'm afraid of you! - said Maryushka. - If you became worse, I would feel better, calmer.
- Where is your parent, father?
- He went to the fair, and his older sisters were with him.
- Why didn’t you, my Maryushka, go with them?
- I have Finist, a clear falcon. I don't need anything at the fair.
“And I don’t need anything,” said Finist, “I became rich from your love.”
Finist turned around from Maryushka, whistled through the window - now dresses, headdresses and a golden carriage appeared. They dressed up, got into the carriage, and the horses rushed them off like a whirlwind.
They arrived in the city for a fair, and the fair had just opened, all the rich goods and food were lying in a heap, and buyers were on the road.
Finist bought all the goods at the fair, all the food that was there, and ordered them to be taken by carts to the village to Maryushka’s parent. He did not buy the wheel ointment alone, but left it at the fair.
He wanted all the peasants who came to the fair to become guests at his wedding and to come to him as soon as possible. And for a quick ride they will need ointment.
Finist and Maryushka went home. They ride fast, the horses do not have enough air from the wind.
Halfway along the road, Maryushka saw her father and older sisters. They were still on their way to the fair and didn’t get there. Maryushka told them to rush to the court for her wedding with Finist, the Bright Falcon.
And three days later all the people who lived a hundred miles in the area gathered to visit; Then Finist got married to Maryushka, and the wedding was rich.
Our grandparents were at that wedding, they feasted for a long time, they celebrated the bride and groom, they would not have separated from summer to winter, but the time had come to harvest the harvest, the bread began to crumble; That’s why the wedding ended and there were no guests left at the feast.
The wedding was over, and the guests forgot the wedding feast, but Maryushka’s faithful, loving heart was forever remembered in the Russian land.
Russian folk tale "Seven Simeons"
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman.
The hour came: the man died. He left behind seven twin sons, nicknamed the seven Simeons.
So they grow and grow, all one in the same in appearance and stature, and every morning all seven go out to plow the land.
It so happened that the king was driving that way: he saw from the road that far away in the field they were plowing the land, as if in corvee labor - so many people! - and he knows that there is no lordly land in that direction.
So the Tsar sends his groom to find out what kind of people are plowing, what kind of people and rank, lordly or royal, whether they are servants or hired ones?
The groom comes to them and asks:
- What kind of people are you, what is your family and rank?
They answer him:
“And we are such people, our mother gave birth to us, seven Simeons, and we plow our father’s and grandfather’s land.”
The groom returned and told the king everything he had heard.
The king was surprised and sent to tell the seven Simeons that he was waiting for them to come to his mansion for services and parcels.
All seven gathered and came to the royal chambers and stood in a row.
“Well,” says the king, “answer: what skill is anyone capable of, what craft do you know?”
The eldest comes out.
“I,” he says, “can forge an iron pillar twenty high.”
“And I,” says the second one, “can push it into the ground.”
“And I,” says the third, “can climb on it and look all around, far, far away, everything that is happening in this wide world.”
“And I,” says the fourth, “can cut down a ship that sails on the sea as if on dry land.”
“And I,” says the fifth, “can trade various goods in foreign lands.”
“And I,” says the sixth, “can dive into the sea with a ship, people and goods, swim under the water and emerge where necessary.”
“And I’m a thief,” says the seventh, “I can get whatever you like or like.”
“I do not tolerate such crafts in my kingdom-state,” the king angrily answered the last, seventh Simeon. “I give you three days to get out of my land wherever you like; and I order all the other six Simeons to stay here.
The seventh Simeon became sad: he did not know what to do or what to do.
And the king was after the beautiful princess who lived beyond the mountains, beyond the seas. So the boyars, the royal governors remembered this and began to ask the king to leave the seventh Simeon - and he, they say, will be useful and, perhaps, will be able to bring a wonderful princess.
The king thought and allowed him to stay.
So the next day the king gathered his boyars and governors and all the people and ordered the seven Simeons to show their skills.
The elder Simeon, without hesitating for long, forged an iron pillar twenty yards high. The king orders his people to install an iron pillar in the ground, but no matter how hard the people fought, they could not install it.
Then the king ordered the second Simeon to erect an iron pillar. Simeon the second, without hesitation, lifted and placed the pillar into the ground. Then Simeon the Third climbed up this pillar, sat down on the crown and began to look around in the distance, how and what was happening around the world. And he sees blue seas, sees villages, cities, darkness of people, but does not notice that wonderful princess who fell in love with the king.
Simeon the third began to look even more closely at all the views and suddenly noticed: a beautiful princess, rosy-cheeked, white-faced and thin-skinned, was sitting by the window in a distant mansion.
- Do you see? - the king shouts to him.
“Get down quickly and get the princess, as you know, so that she can be with me no matter what!”
All seven Simeons gathered, cut down the ship, loaded it with all sorts of goods, and all together sailed by sea to get the princess.
They drive, drive between heaven and earth, landing on an unknown island at the pier.
And Simeon the Younger took with him on the journey a Siberian cat, a scientist who could walk along a chain, hand things over, and throw out various German things.
And the younger Simeon came out with his Siberian cat, walked along the island, and asked his brothers not to go to land until he himself came back.
He walks around the island, comes to the city, and on the square in front of the princess’s mansion he plays with a learned and Siberian cat: he orders him to give things, to jump over a whip, to throw out German things.
At that time, the princess was sitting by the window and saw an unknown animal, which they did not have and had never seen before. He immediately sends his maid to find out what kind of beast this is and is it corrupt or not? Simeon listens to the red pullet, the princess's servant, and says:
“My animal is a Siberian cat, but I don’t sell it for any money, but if someone really loves it, I’ll give it to him.”
The servant told everything to her princess. And the princess again sends her to Simeon the thief:
- Well, they say, I loved your beast!
Simeon went to the princesses’ mansion and brought her his Siberian cat as a gift; She only asks for this to live in her mansion for three days and taste the royal bread and salt, and also added:
“Shall I teach you, beautiful princess, how to play and have fun with an unknown beast, a Siberian cat?”
The princess allowed, and Simeon stayed overnight in the royal palace.
The news spread through the chambers that the princess had a wondrous unknown beast.
Everyone gathered: the tsar, and the queen, and the princes, and the princesses, and the boyars, and the governors - everyone looked, admired and could not stop looking at the cheerful animal, the learned cat.
Everyone wants to get one for themselves and asks the princess; but the princess does not listen to anyone, does not give anyone her Siberian cat, strokes his silken fur, plays with him day and night, and orders Simeon to drink and treat him as much as he can, so that he feels good.
Simeon thanks him for the bread and salt, for the treat and for the caresses, and on the third day he asks the princess to come to his ship, to look at its structure and at the various animals, seen and unseen, known and unknown, that he brought with him.
The princess asked the father-king and in the evening, with her maids and nannies, she went to look at Simeon’s ship and its animals, seen and unseen, known and unknown.
She comes, the youngest Simeon is waiting for her at the shore and asks the princess not to be angry and to leave the nannies and maids on the ground, and to welcome her to the ship:
- There are many different and beautiful animals there; whichever one you like is yours! But we cannot give gifts to everyone - both nannies and servants.
The princess agrees and orders the nannies and maids to wait for her on the shore, and she herself follows Simeon to the ship to look at the wondrous wonders, the wonderful animals.
As soon as she rose, the ship sailed and went for a walk on the blue sea.
The king can't wait for the princess. Nannies and maids come and cry, telling of their grief.
The king was inflamed with anger and ordered to immediately equip the ship and give chase.
Simeonov's ship is sailing and does not know that the royal pursuit is flying after it - it is not sailing! That's really close!
How the seven Simeons saw that the pursuit was already close - it was about to catch up! — they dived into the sea with both the princess and the ship.
They swam underwater for a long time and rose to the top when they were close to their native land. And the royal pursuit sailed for three days and three nights; I didn’t find anything, so I returned.
Seven Simeons and the beautiful princess arrive home, and lo and behold, there are as many people as there are peas pouring out on the shore! The king himself waits at the pier and greets the overseas guests with great joy.
As soon as they went ashore, the king kissed the princess on the sugary lips, led her into the white-stone chambers and soon celebrated the wedding with the princess’s soul - and there was fun and a great feast!
And he gave the seven Simeons the freedom to live freely throughout the entire kingdom-state, treated them with all kinds of affection and sent them home with the treasury to live. That's the end of the fairy tale!
Russian folk tale "The Frog Princess"
In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived a king and a queen; he had three sons - all young, single, daredevils
such that neither could be said in a fairy tale nor described with a pen; the youngest was called Ivan Tsarevich. The king says this to them:
- My dear children, take each of your arrows, draw tight bows and shoot them in different directions; In whose yard the arrow will fall, make your match there.
The elder brother shot an arrow - it fell on the boyar's yard, right opposite the maiden's mansion.
The middle brother let her in - she flew to the merchant’s yard and stopped at the red porch, and on that porch stood the soul-maiden, the merchant’s daughter.
The younger brother fired - the arrow landed in a dirty swamp, and was picked up by a frog frog.
Ivan Tsarevich says:
- How can I take the frog for myself? Kvakusha is no match for me!
“Take it,” the king answers him, “to know that this is your fate.”
So the princes got married: the eldest to a hawthorn tree, the middle to a merchant’s daughter, and Ivan Tsarevich to a frog.
The king calls them and orders:
- So that your wives bake me soft white bread by tomorrow!
Ivan Tsarevich returned to his chambers sadly, hanging his head below his shoulders.
- Kva-kva, Ivan Tsarevich! Why did you become so twisted? - the frog asks him. — Did Al hear an unpleasant word from his father?
- How can I not get upset? My lord, my father, ordered you to make soft white bread by tomorrow!
- Don’t worry, prince! Go to bed and rest: the morning is wiser than the evening!
The frog put the prince to bed, threw off his frog skin and turned into a maiden soul, Vasilisa the Wise, went out onto the red porch and shouted in a loud voice:
- Nurses! Get ready, get ready, prepare soft white bread, the kind I ate, ate at my dear father’s.
The next morning, Tsarevich Ivan woke up, the frog’s bread had been ready for a long time - and so delicious that you couldn’t even imagine it, only say it in a fairy tale! The loaf is decorated with various tricks, on the sides you can see the royal cities and outposts.
The king thanked Ivan Tsarevich on that bread and immediately gave the order to his three sons:
“So that your wives can weave a carpet for me in one night!”
Ivan Tsarevich returned sadly, hanging his head below his shoulders.
- Kva-kva, Ivan Tsarevich! Why did you become so twisted? Did Al hear a harsh, unpleasant word from his father?
- How can I not get upset? My sovereign father ordered that a silk carpet be woven for him in one night.
- Don’t worry, prince! Go to bed and rest: the morning is wiser than the evening.
She put him to bed, and she shed her frog skin and turned into a maiden soul, Vasilisa the Wise. She went out onto the red porch and shouted in a loud voice:
- Nurses! Get ready, get ready to weave a silk carpet - so that it’s like the one I sat on with my dear father!
As said, so done.
The next morning Ivan Tsarevich woke up, the frog’s carpet had been ready for a long time - and it was so wonderful that you wouldn’t even think of it, except in a fairy tale. The carpet is decorated with gold and silver and intricate patterns.
The tsar thanked Tsarevich Ivan on that carpet and immediately gave a new order: that all three princes should come to him for inspection together with their wives.
Again Tsarevich Ivan returned sadly, hanging his head below his shoulders.
- Kva-kva, Ivan Tsarevich! Why are you freaking out? Did Ali hear an unfriendly word from his father?
- How can I not freak out? My sovereign father ordered me to come with you to the inspection; How can I introduce you to people?
- Don’t worry, prince! Go alone to visit the king, and I will follow you; When you hear knocking and thunder, say: it’s my little frog coming in the box.
So the older brothers came to the review with their wives, dressed up and dressed up; they stand and laugh at Ivan Tsarevich:
- Why, brother, did you come without your wife? At least he brought it in a handkerchief! And where did you find such a beauty? Tea, all the swamps were coming!
Suddenly there was a great knock and thunder - the whole palace shook.
The guests were greatly frightened, jumped up from their seats and did not know what to do, and Ivan Tsarevich said:
- Don't be afraid, gentlemen! This is my frog in a box has arrived!
A gilded carriage, harnessed to six horses, flew up to the royal porch, and Vasilisa the Wise came out - such a beauty that you couldn’t even imagine it, only say it in a fairy tale! She took Ivan Tsarevich by the hand and led him to the oak tables and the stained tablecloths.
The guests began to eat, drink, and have fun. Vasilisa the Wise drank from the glass and poured the last of it down her left sleeve; She bit the swan and hid the bones behind her right sleeve.
The wives of the older princes saw her tricks, let's do the same for ourselves. After Vasilisa the Wise went to dance with Ivan Tsarevich, she waved her left hand - a lake became, waved her right - and white swans swam across the water. The king and guests were amazed.
And the older daughters-in-law went to dance, waved their left hands - they splashed the guests, waved their right hands - the bone hit the king right in the eye! The king became angry and drove them out of sight.
Meanwhile, Ivan Tsarevich took a moment, ran home, found a frog skin and burned it over a high fire. Vasilisa the Wise arrives, she missed it - there is no frog skin, she became despondent, sad and said to the prince:
- Oh, Ivan Tsarevich! What have you done? If you had waited a little, I would have been yours forever; and now goodbye! Look for me far away, in the thirtieth kingdom - near Koshchei the Immortal.
She turned into a white swan and flew out the window.
Ivan Tsarevich wept bitterly, prayed to God in all four directions and went wherever his eyes led him. Whether he walked close, or far, for a long time, or for a short time, an old old man came across him.
“Hello,” he says, “good fellow!” What are you looking for, where are you going?
The prince told him his misfortune.
- Eh, Ivan Tsarevich! Why did you burn the frog's skin? You didn’t put it on, it wasn’t yours to take it off! Vasilisa the Wise was born more cunning and wiser than her father; For this he became angry with her and ordered her to be a frog for three years. Here's a ball for you: wherever it rolls, follow it boldly.
Ivan Tsarevich thanked the old man and went to get the ball.
Tsarevich Ivan is walking through an open field and he comes across a bear.
“Let me,” he says, “let me kill the beast!”
And the bear tells him:
- Don't hit me, Ivan Tsarevich! I'll be useful to you someday.
- Don't hit me, Ivan Tsarevich! I'll be useful to you myself.
A sideways hare runs; The prince began to aim again, and the hare said to him in a human voice:
- Don't hit me, Ivan Tsarevich! I'll be of use to you myself.
He sees a pike fish lying on the sand, dying.
“Ah, Ivan Tsarevich,” said the pike, “have mercy on me, let me into the sea!”
He threw her into the sea and walked along the shore.
Whether long or short, the ball rolled towards the hut; The hut stands on chicken legs, turning around. Ivan Tsarevich says:
- Hut, hut! Stand in the old way, as your mother did - with your front to me and your back to the sea!
The hut turned its back to the sea, and its front to it. The prince entered it and saw: on the stove, on the ninth brick, Baba Yaga was lying, a bone leg, her nose had grown into the ceiling, she was sharpening her teeth.
- Hey you, good fellow! Why did you come to me? - Baba Yaga asks Ivan Tsarevich.
“Oh, you old bastard,” says Ivan Tsarevich, “you should have fed me, a good fellow, and given me something to drink, steamed me in a bathhouse, and then you would have asked.”
Baba Yaga fed him, gave him something to drink, steamed him in a bathhouse, and the prince told her that he was looking for his wife Vasilisa the Wise.
- Oh, I know! - said Baba Yaga. - She is now with Koshchei the Immortal; it is difficult to get her, it is not easy to deal with Koshchei; his death is at the end of a needle, that needle is in an egg, that egg is in a duck, that duck is in a hare, that hare is in a chest, and the chest stands on a tall oak tree, and Koschey protects that tree like his own eye.
Baba Yaga pointed out where this oak grows.
Ivan Tsarevich came there and didn’t know what to do, how to get the chest? Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bear came running.
The bear uprooted the tree; the chest fell and broke into pieces.
A hare ran out of the chest and took off at full speed; lo and behold, another hare is chasing him; caught up, grabbed it and tore it to shreds.
The duck flew out of the hare and rose high, high; flies, and the drake rushed after her, when he hit her, the duck immediately dropped the egg, and that egg fell into the sea.
Ivan Tsarevich, seeing the inevitable misfortune, burst into tears. Suddenly a pike swims up to the shore and holds an egg in its teeth; he took that egg, broke it, took out a needle and broke off the tip. No matter how much Koschey fought, no matter how much he rushed in all directions, he had to die!
Ivan Tsarevich went to Koshchei’s house, took Vasilisa the Wise and returned home. After that they lived together happily ever after.
Butler Daniil 7 years oldSupervisor: Dvoretskaya Tatyana Nikolaevna
Description: An original fairy tale for little listeners aged 5 to 7 years.
Target: formation of a friendly attitude towards peers.
Tasks:
1. Develop skills of friendly relationships between children.
2. Develop communication skills with peers.
3. Develop creativity.
Fairy tale: The Magic Cabinet.
Once upon a time there lived a boy, Seryozha. He was 8 years old. He went to school in 1st grade.
Seryozha behaved badly at school. He bullied other children.
The guys told Seryozha that you can’t do this. But Seryozha didn’t listen to anyone.
The boy was lazy to study and teased the boys every day. He had no friends, because no one wanted to be friends with the fighter.
One day, after school, Seryozha spent a long time collecting his briefcase. All the students have already gone home. Serezha was left alone at school. He went out into the corridor.
There was no one in the corridor. Music teacher Vasily Petrovich came out to meet him.
The teacher asked the boy: What are you doing here, Seryozha?
- I'm going home! - the boy answered.
- Seryozha, it’s good that I met you! - said the teacher.
I know that you behave badly and hurt children.
“No, I don’t offend you,” Seryozha answered.
- You're lying to me? – Vasily Petrovich said sternly.
- For this, Seryozha, I will send you to the magic office.
Vasily Petrovich walked up to the music room and opened the door.
Seryozha found himself in a magical classroom. He saw an incomprehensible creature in front of him. It was slightly shorter than the boy. He had big ears, like Cheburashka. He had 3 eyes. And instead of legs he had chicken feet. In his hands he held a beautiful glass ball. A glow emanated from this ball in all directions. A bright light hit Seryozha’s eyes, and the boy found himself in the past.
A little boy Seryozha stands next to his mother near the kindergarten. He is shaking with fear.
- Mom, I'm afraid. “I don’t want to go there,” says the kid.
- Serezha, don’t be afraid! Go to kindergarten.
- No one will hurt you there.
“The guys will be friends with you and play with you,” mom said affectionately.
Seryozha carefully entered the group and saw many small children. The guys surrounded him.
The teacher asks: Hello! Are you the new boy?
But Seryozha is silent.
The guys began to get to know him and tell him their names. Seryozha calmed down, smiled and said his name.
When the boy remembered his childhood, he returned to the magic office. Music teacher Vasily Petrovich was waiting for him there. Seryozha told the teacher about his journey into the past.
He also said that when he was little, no one offended or teased him in kindergarten.
The boy felt ashamed of his behavior.
Vasily Petrovich smiled and disappeared.
And Seryozha woke up at home in his bed. The boy thought that he had an amazing dream.
- Seryozha, get ready for school! - Mom said.
The boy got ready and went to school.
From that day on, the boy Seryozha began to behave well. He became friends with all the guys. And I never offended anyone.
And during recess, when Seryozha met music teacher Vasily Petrovich, he slyly winked at him with his left eye.
The fairy tale is over. We're sorry...
In conclusion, the moral:
Don't fight, don't tease.
You will smile at each other.
This is where the fairy tale ends!
And who listened - Well done!
In this section we have collected short folk and original fairy tales from all over the world. These small instructive and kind stories will help children calm down after a stormy day and get ready for sleep.
In bedtime stories you won't find cruelty or scary characters. Only light plots and pleasant characters.
At the bottom of every fairy tale there is clue, what age it is intended for, as well as other tags. Be sure to pay attention to them when choosing a piece! You don't have to waste time reading a fairy tale to find out whether it is suitable for your child or not. We have already read and sorted everything.
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| Fairy tale title | Source | Rating |
|---|---|---|
| Vasilisa the Beautiful | Russian traditional | 340653 |
| Morozko | Russian traditional | 227199 |
| Aibolit | Korney Chukovsky | 970044 |
| The Adventures of Sinbad the Sailor | Arabian tale | 219927 |
| Snowman | Andersen H.K. | 127588 |
| Moidodyr | Korney Chukovsky | 960638 |
| Porridge from an ax | Russian traditional | 255133 |
| The Scarlet Flower | Aksakov S.T. | 1375186 |
| Teremok | Russian traditional | 372534 |
| Fly Tsokotukha | Korney Chukovsky | 1010766 |
| Mermaid | Andersen H.K. | 415067 |
| Fox and crane | Russian traditional | 202209 |
| Barmaley | Korney Chukovsky | 442649 |
| Fedorino grief | Korney Chukovsky | 744352 |
| Sivka-Burka | Russian traditional | 182645 |
| Green oak near Lukomorye | Pushkin A.S. | 749949 |
| Twelve months | Samuel Marshak | 782719 |
| The Bremen Town Musicians | Brothers Grimm | 268061 |
| Puss in Boots | Charles Perrault | 408383 |
| The Tale of Tsar Saltan | Pushkin A.S. | 619466 |
| The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish | Pushkin A.S. | 570331 |
| The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Knights | Pushkin A.S. | 279866 |
| The Tale of the Golden Cockerel | Pushkin A.S. | 235237 |
| Thumbelina | Andersen H.K. | 181443 |
| The Snow Queen | Andersen H.K. | 237002 |
| Fast walkers | Andersen H.K. | 28576 |
| sleeping Beauty | Charles Perrault | 95260 |
| Little Red Riding Hood | Charles Perrault | 223878 |
| Tom Thumb | Charles Perrault | 153309 |
| Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs | Brothers Grimm | 157784 |
| Snow White and Alotsvetik | Brothers Grimm | 42100 |
| The wolf and the seven Young goats | Brothers Grimm | 133942 |
| Hare and hedgehog | Brothers Grimm | 127053 |
| Mrs. Metelitsa | Brothers Grimm | 87411 |
| Sweet porridge | Brothers Grimm | 182313 |
| Princess on the Pea | Andersen H.K. | 106840 |
| Crane and Heron | Russian traditional | 28232 |
| Cinderella | Charles Perrault | 304057 |
| The Tale of a Stupid Mouse | Samuel Marshak | 320168 |
| Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves | Arabian tale | 128611 |
| Aladdin's magic lamp | Arabian tale | 214490 |
| Cat, rooster and fox | Russian traditional | 121192 |
| Chicken Ryaba | Russian traditional | 303134 |
| Fox and cancer | Russian traditional | 86324 |
| Fox-sister and wolf | Russian traditional | 76332 |
| Masha and the Bear | Russian traditional | 257120 |
| The Sea King and Vasilisa the Wise | Russian traditional | 83045 |
| Snow Maiden | Russian traditional | 52379 |
| Three piglets | Russian traditional | 1764655 |
| ugly duck | Andersen H.K. | 123099 |
| Wild Swans | Andersen H.K. | 53793 |
| Flint | Andersen H.K. | 72987 |
| Ole Lukoje | Andersen H.K. | 116358 |
| The Steadfast Tin Soldier | Andersen H.K. | 46172 |
| Baba Yaga | Russian traditional | 124746 |
| Magic pipe | Russian traditional | 126315 |
| Magic ring | Russian traditional | 150522 |
| Grief | Russian traditional | 21423 |
| Swan geese | Russian traditional | 71993 |
| Daughter and stepdaughter | Russian traditional | 22711 |
| Ivan Tsarevich and the Grey Wolf | Russian traditional | 64564 |
| Treasure | Russian traditional | 46996 |
| Kolobok | Russian traditional | 157735 |
| Living water | Brothers Grimm | 81663 |
| Rapunzel | Brothers Grimm | 131068 |
| Rumplestiltskin | Brothers Grimm | 42634 |
| A pot of porridge | Brothers Grimm | 75669 |
| King Thrushbeard | Brothers Grimm | 26049 |
| little people | Brothers Grimm | 57865 |
| Hansel and Gretel | Brothers Grimm | 31635 |
| golden goose | Brothers Grimm | 39356 |
| Mrs. Metelitsa | Brothers Grimm | 21420 |
| Worn out shoes | Brothers Grimm | 30869 |
| Straw, coal and bean | Brothers Grimm | 27434 |
| twelve brothers | Brothers Grimm | 21724 |
| Spindle, weaving shuttle and needle | Brothers Grimm | 27370 |
| Friendship between cat and mouse | Brothers Grimm | 36467 |
| Kinglet and bear | Brothers Grimm | 27676 |
| Royal children | Brothers Grimm | 22775 |
| Brave Little Tailor | Brothers Grimm | 34804 |
| crystal ball | Brothers Grimm | 60972 |
| Queen Bee | Brothers Grimm | 39273 |
| Smart Gretel | Brothers Grimm | 22068 |
| Three lucky ones | Brothers Grimm | 21569 |
| Three spinners | Brothers Grimm | 21332 |
| Three snake leaves | Brothers Grimm | 21449 |
| Three brothers | Brothers Grimm | 21407 |
| The Old Man of the Glass Mountain | Brothers Grimm | 21416 |
| The Tale of a Fisherman and His Wife | Brothers Grimm | 21419 |
| underground man | Brothers Grimm | 29778 |
| Donkey | Brothers Grimm | 23651 |
| Ocheski | Brothers Grimm | 21082 |
| The Frog King, or Iron Henry | Brothers Grimm | 21421 |
| Six swans | Brothers Grimm | 24591 |
| Marya Morevna | Russian traditional | 43571 |
| Wonderful miracle, wonderful miracle | Russian traditional | 41792 |
| Two frosts | Russian traditional | 38626 |
| Most expensive | Russian traditional | 32496 |
| Wonderful shirt | Russian traditional | 38765 |
| Frost and hare | Russian traditional | 38421 |
| How the fox learned to fly | Russian traditional | 47238 |
| Ivan the Fool | Russian traditional | 35470 |
| Fox and jug | Russian traditional | 25809 |
| bird tongue | Russian traditional | 22397 |
| The soldier and the devil | Russian traditional | 21539 |
| Crystal Mountain | Russian traditional | 25338 |
| Tricky Science | Russian traditional | 27945 |
| Smart guy | Russian traditional | 21654 |
| Snow Maiden and Fox | Russian traditional | 61208 |
| Word | Russian traditional | 21593 |
| Fast messenger | Russian traditional | 21458 |
| Seven Simeons | Russian traditional | 21479 |
| About the old grandmother | Russian traditional | 23399 |
| Go there - I don’t know where, bring something - I don’t know what | Russian traditional | 50138 |
| At the behest of the pike | Russian traditional | 68121 |
| Rooster and millstones | Russian traditional | 21325 |
| Shepherd's Piper | Russian traditional | 35985 |
| Petrified Kingdom | Russian traditional | 21570 |
| About rejuvenating apples and living water | Russian traditional | 35830 |
| Goat Dereza | Russian traditional | 33519 |
| Ilya Muromets and Nightingale the Robber | Russian traditional | 27029 |
| Cockerel and bean seed | Russian traditional | 52909 |
| Ivan - peasant son and miracle Yudo | Russian traditional | 27594 |
| Three Bears | Russian traditional | 458656 |
| Fox and black grouse | Russian traditional | 22948 |
| Tar barrel | Russian traditional | 74226 |
| Baba Yaga and berries | Russian traditional | 36905 |
| Battle on Kalinov Bridge | Russian traditional | 21562 |
| Finist - Clear Falcon | Russian traditional | 50465 |
| Princess Nesmeyana | Russian traditional | 131380 |
| Tops and roots | Russian traditional | 55713 |
| Winter hut of animals | Russian traditional | 40263 |
| flying ship | Russian traditional | 71219 |
| Sister Alyonushka and brother Ivanushka | Russian traditional | 36835 |
| Golden comb cockerel | Russian traditional | 44567 |
| Zayushkin's hut | Russian traditional | 129897 |
By listening to fairy tales, children not only acquire the necessary knowledge, but also learn to build relationships in society, relating themselves to one or another fictional character. From the experience of relationships between fairy-tale characters, the child understands that one should not unconditionally trust strangers. Our website presents the most famous fairy tales for your children. Choose interesting fairy tales from the table provided.
Why is it useful to read fairy tales?
The various plots of the fairy tale help the child understand that the world around him can be contradictory and quite complex. Listening to the hero's adventures, children virtually encounter injustice, hypocrisy and pain. But this is how the baby learns to value love, honesty, friendship and beauty. Always having a happy ending, fairy tales help the child to be optimistic and resist various kinds of life's troubles.
The entertainment component of fairy tales should not be underestimated. Listening to fascinating stories has many advantages, for example, compared to watching cartoons - there is no threat to the baby's vision. Moreover, by listening to children's fairy tales performed by parents, the baby learns many new words and learns to correctly articulate sounds. The importance of this is difficult to overestimate, because scientists have long proven that nothing affects the future comprehensive development of a child more than early speech development.
What kinds of fairy tales are there for children?
Fairy tales There are different ones: magical – exciting children’s imagination with a riot of imagination; everyday - telling about simple everyday life, in which magic is also possible; about animals - where the leading characters are not people, but various animals so beloved by children. A large number of such fairy tales are presented on our website. Here you can read for free what will be interesting to your baby. Convenient navigation will help make finding the right material quick and simple.
Read the annotations to give the child the right to independently choose a fairy tale, because most modern child psychologists believe that the key to children’s future love of reading lies in the freedom to choose material. We give you and your child unlimited freedom in choosing wonderful children's fairy tales!
Russian folk tale adapted by V. Dahl “The War of Mushrooms and Berries”
In the red summer there is a lot of everything in the forest - all kinds of mushrooms and all kinds of berries: strawberries with blueberries, raspberries with blackberries, and black currants. The girls walk through the forest, pick berries, sing songs, and the boletus mushroom, sitting under an oak tree, puffs up, sulks, rushes out of the ground, gets angry at the berries: “Look, there are more of them! We used to be honored, held in high esteem, but now no one will even look at us! Wait,” thinks the boletus, the head of all mushrooms, “we, mushrooms, have great power - we will oppress, strangle it, the sweet berry!”
The boletus conceived and wished for war, sitting under the oak tree, looking at all the mushrooms, and he began to gather mushrooms, began to help call out:
- Go, little girls, go to war!
The waves refused:
- We are all old ladies, not guilty of war
- Go away, honey mushrooms!
The honey mushrooms refused:
“Our legs are painfully thin, we won’t go to war!”
- Hey you, morels! - shouted the boletus mushroom. -Gear up for war!
The morels refused; They say:
“We are old men, no way are we going to war!”
The mushroom got angry, the boletus got angry, and he shouted in a loud voice:
- Milk mushrooms, you guys are friendly, come fight with me, beat up the arrogant berry!
Milk mushrooms with loads responded:
- We are milk mushrooms, brothers are friendly, we are going with you to war, to catch wild and wild berries, we will throw them with our hats, we will trample them with our heels!
Having said this, the milk mushrooms climbed out of the ground together: a dry leaf rises above their heads, a formidable army rises.
“Well, there’s trouble,” the green grass thinks.
And at that time, Aunt Varvara came into the forest with a box - wide pockets. Seeing the great strength of the mushroom, she gasped, sat down and, well, picked up mushrooms in a row and put them in the back. I picked it up completely, carried it home, and at home I sorted the mushrooms by type and by rank: honey mushrooms into tubs, honey mushrooms into barrels, morels into alyssettes, milk mushrooms into baskets, and the largest boletus mushroom ended up in a bunch; they pierced him, dried him and sold him.
From then on, the mushroom and berry stopped fighting.
Russian folk tale adapted by I. Karnaukhova “Zhikharka”
Once upon a time in a hut there lived a cat, a rooster and a little man - Zhikharka. The cat and the rooster went hunting, and Zhikharka was a housekeeper. I cooked dinner, set the table, and laid out the spoons. He lays it out and says:
So the fox heard that Zhikharka was the only one in charge of the hut, and she wanted to try Zhikharka’s meat.
The cat and the rooster, when they went hunting, always told Zhikharka to lock the doors. Zhikharka locked the doors. I locked everything, and once I forgot. Zhikharka took care of everything, cooked dinner, set the table, began laying out the spoons, and said:
- This simple spoon is Kotova, this simple spoon is Petina, and this is not a simple one - chiseled, with a gilded handle - it is Zhikharkina. I won't give it to anyone.
I just wanted to put it on the table, and on the stairs - stomp, stomp, stomp.
- The fox is coming!
Zhikharka got scared, jumped off the bench, dropped the spoon on the floor - and had no time to pick it up - and crawled under the stove. And the fox entered the hut, look there, look there - no Zhikharka.
“Wait,” the fox thinks, “you yourself will tell me where you are sitting.”
The fox went to the table and began sorting through the spoons:
- This simple spoon is Petina, this simple spoon is Kotova, and this spoon is not simple - chiseled, with a gilded handle - I’ll take this one for myself.
- Ay, ay, ay, don’t take it, aunty, I won’t give it to you!
- There you are, Zhikharka!
The fox ran up to the stove, put its paw in the oven, pulled Zhikharka out, threw it on her back - and into the forest.
She ran home and lit the stove hot: she wanted to fry the Zhikharka and eat it.
The fox took a shovel.
“Sit down,” says Zhikharka.
And Zhikharka is small and remote. He sat down on a shovel, spread out his arms and legs, and didn’t go into the stove.
“You’re not sitting like that,” says the fox.
Zhikharka turned the back of his head to the stove, spread out his arms and legs - he didn’t go into the stove.
“It’s not like that,” says the fox.
- And you, auntie, show me, I don’t know how.
- What a slow-witted person you are!
The fox threw Zhikharka off the shovel, jumped onto the shovel herself, curled up in a ring, hid her paws, and covered herself with her tail. And Zhikharka pushed her into the stove and covered it with a damper, and he quickly got out of the hut and went home.
And at home the cat and the rooster are crying and sobbing:
- Here is a simple spoon - Kotova, here is a simple spoon - Petina, but there is no chiseled spoon, no gilded handle, and there is no our Zhikharka, and there is no our little one!..
The cat wipes away tears with its paw, Petya picks it up with its wing. Suddenly, down the stairs - knock-knock-knock. The woman runs and shouts in a loud voice:
- Here I am! And the fox was roasted in the oven!
The cat and the rooster were happy. Well, kiss Zhikharka! Well, hug Zhikharka! And now the cat, the rooster and Zhikharka live in this hut and are waiting for us to visit.
Russian folk tale retold by V. Dahl “The Crane and the Heron”
An owl flew with a cheerful head; So she flew, flew and sat down, turned her head, looked around, took off and flew again; she flew and flew and sat down, turned her head, looked around, but her eyes were like bowls, they couldn’t see a crumb!
This is not a fairy tale, this is a saying, but a fairy tale lies ahead.
Spring and winter have come and well, drive it with the sun and bake it, and call the grass-ant out of the ground; The grass poured out and ran out into the sun to look, and brought out the first flowers - snow flowers: blue and white, blue-scarlet and yellow-gray.
Migratory birds reached out from across the sea: geese and swans, cranes and herons, waders and ducks, songbirds and a titmouse. Everyone flocked to us in Rus' to build nests and live with families. So they dispersed to their own lands: through the steppes, through forests, through swamps, along streams.
The crane stands alone in the field, looks around, strokes its head, and thinks: “I need to get a farm, build a nest and get a mistress.”
So he built a nest right next to the swamp, and in the swamp, in the hummocks, a long-nosed heron sits, sits, looks at the crane and chuckles to himself: “What a clumsy one he was born!”
Meanwhile, the crane came up with an idea: “Give me, he says, I’ll woo the heron, she has joined our family: she has a beak and is tall on her feet.” So he walked along an untrodden path through the swamp: he hoe and hoe with his feet, but his legs and tail just got stuck; when he hits his beak, his tail pulls out, but his beak gets stuck; pull out the beak - the tail will get stuck; I barely reached the heron’s hummock, looked into the reeds and asked:
- Is the little heron at home?
- Here she is. What do you need? - answered the heron.
“Marry me,” said the crane.
- How wrong, I’ll marry you, the lanky one: you’re wearing a short dress, and you yourself walk on foot, live frugally, you’ll starve me to death in the nest!
These words seemed offensive to the crane. Silently he turned and went home: hit and miss, hit and jump.
The heron, sitting at home, thought: “Well, really, why did I refuse him, because it’s better for me to live alone? He is of good birth, they call him a dandy, he walks with a crest; I’ll go to say a good word to him.”
The heron set off, but the path through the swamp is not close: first one leg gets stuck, then the other. If he pulls one out, he gets stuck in the other. The wing will be pulled out and the beak will be planted; Well, she came and said:
- Crane, I’m coming for you!
“No, heron,” the crane tells her, “I’ve changed my mind, I don’t want to marry you.” Go back where you came from!
The heron felt ashamed, she covered herself with her wing and went to her hummock; and the crane, looking after her, regretted that he had refused; So he jumped out of the nest and followed her to knead the swamp. He comes and says:
“Well, so be it, heron, I’ll take you for myself.”
And the heron sits there, angry and angry, and doesn’t want to talk to the crane.
“Listen, madam heron, I take you for myself,” repeated the crane.
“You take it, but I’m not going,” she answered.
There is nothing to do, the crane went home again. “So good,” he thought, “now I’ll never take her!”
The crane sat down in the grass and did not want to look in the direction where the heron lived. And she changed her mind again: “It’s better to live together than alone. I’ll go and make peace with him and marry him.”
So I went to hobble through the swamp again. The path to the crane is long, the swamp is sticky: first one leg gets stuck, then the other. The wing will be pulled out and the beak will be planted; She forcibly reached the crane’s nest and said:
- Zhuronka, listen, so be it, I’m coming for you!
And the crane answered her:
“Fedora won’t marry Yegor, but Fedora would marry Yegor, but Yegor won’t marry him.”
Having said these words, the crane turned away. The heron has left.
The crane thought and thought and again regretted why he could not agree to take the heron for himself while she wanted it; He quickly got up and walked through the swamp again: he stomped and stomped, but his legs and tail just got stuck; If he pushes his beak, pulls out his tail, the beak gets stuck, and if he pulls out his beak, the tail gets stuck.
This is how they follow each other to this day; the path was paved, but no beer was brewed.
Russian folk tale adapted by I. Sokolov-Mikitov “Wintermovie”
A bull, a ram, a pig, a cat and a rooster decided to live in the forest. It’s good in the forest in the summer, at ease! The bull and ram have plenty of grass, the cat catches mice, the rooster picks berries and pecks at worms, the pig digs roots and acorns under the trees. Only bad things could happen to friends if it rained.
So the summer passed, late autumn came, and it began to get colder in the forest. The bull was the first to remember to build a winter hut. I met a ram in the forest:
- Come on, friend, build a winter hut! I will carry logs from the forest and cut poles, and you will tear up wood chips.
“Okay,” the ram answers, “I agree.”
We met a bull and a ram pig:
- Let’s go, Khavronyushka, build a winter hut with us. We will carry logs, hew poles, tear up wood chips, and you will knead clay, make bricks, and build a stove.
The pig also agreed.
A bull, a ram and a pig saw a cat:
- Hello, Kotofeich! Let's go build a winter hut together! We will carry logs, hew poles, tear up wood chips, knead clay, make bricks, lay a stove, and you will carry moss and caulk the walls.
The cat agreed too.
A bull, a ram, a pig and a cat met a rooster in the forest:
- Hello, Petya! Come with us to build a winter hut! We will carry logs, hew poles, tear up wood chips, knead clay, make bricks, lay a stove, carry moss, caulk the walls, and you will cover the roof.
The rooster agreed too.
The friends chose a drier place in the forest, brought in logs, hewed poles, tore up wood chips, made bricks, brought in moss - and began to cut down the hut.
The hut was cut down, the stove was built, the walls were caulked, and the roof was covered. We prepared supplies and firewood for the winter.
Fierce winter has come, the frost has crackled. Some people are cold in the forest, but friends are warm in the winter hut. A bull and a ram are sleeping on the floor, a pig has climbed underground, a cat is singing songs on the stove, and a rooster is perched on a perch near the ceiling.
Friends live and do not grieve.
And seven hungry wolves wandered through the forest and saw a new winter hut. One, the bravest wolf, says:
“I’ll go, brothers, and see who lives in this winter hut.” If I don't come back soon, come to the rescue.
A wolf entered the winter hut and fell straight on the ram. The ram has nowhere to go. The ram hid in a corner and bleated in a terrible voice:
- Ba-uh!.. Ba-uh!.. Ba-uh!..
The rooster saw the wolf, flew off his perch, and flapped his wings:
- Ku-ka-re-ku-u!..
The cat jumped off the stove, snorted and meowed:
- Me-oo-oo!.. Me-oo-oo!.. Me-oo-oo!..
A bull came running, horns of a wolf in the side:
- Oooh!.. Oooh!.. Ooooh!..
And the pig heard that there was a battle going on upstairs, crawled out of hiding and shouted:
- Oink oink oink! Who to eat here?
The wolf had a hard time; he barely escaped the trouble alive. He runs and shouts to his comrades:
- Oh, brothers, go away! Oh, brothers, run!
The wolves heard it and ran away. They ran for an hour, ran for two, sat down to rest, and their red tongues hung out.
And the old wolf caught his breath and said to them:
“I entered, my brothers, into the winter hut, and I saw a scary and shaggy man staring at me. There was clapping at the top and snorting at the bottom! A horned, bearded man jumped out of the corner - horns hit me in the side! And from below they shout: “Who should we eat here?” I didn’t see the light - and there... Oh, run, brothers!..
The wolves rose, their tails like a pipe - only snow in a column.
Russian folk tale adapted by O. Kapitsa “The Fox and the Goat”
A fox ran, gaped at the crow, and ended up in a well.
There was not much water in the well: you couldn’t drown, and you couldn’t jump out either.
The fox sits and grieves.
There goes a goat - a smart head; walks, shakes his beard, shakes his cabbage mugs; I had nothing better to do and looked into the well, saw a fox there and asked:
- What are you doing there, little fox?
“I’m resting, my dear,” the fox answers, “it’s hot up there, that’s why I climbed up here.” It's so cool and nice here! Cold water - as much as you want!
But the goat has been thirsty for a long time.
- Is the water good? - asks the goat.
“Excellent,” the fox answers. - Clean, cold! Jump here if you want; There will be a place for both of us here.
The goat foolishly jumped and almost ran over the fox. And she told him:
- Eh, the bearded fool, he didn’t even know how to jump - he splashed all over. The fox jumped onto the goat's back, from the back onto the horns, and out of the well. The goat almost disappeared from hunger in the well; They found him by force and dragged him out by the horns.
Russian folk tale adapted by V. Dahl “The Little Fox”
On a winter night, a hungry godfather walked along the path; There are clouds in the sky, snow is falling across the field. “At least there’s something to snack on for one tooth,” the little fox thinks. Here she goes along the road; there is a scrap lying around.
“Well,” the fox thinks, “at some time the bast shoe will come in handy.” She took the bast shoe in her teeth and moved on. He came to the village and knocked at the first hut.
- Who's there? - the man asked, opening the window.
- It’s me, a good man, little fox-sister. Let me spend the night!
“It’s too crowded without you!” - said the old man and wanted to close the window.
- What do I need, do I need much? - asked the fox. “I’ll lie down on the bench myself, and put my tail under the bench, and that’s it.”
The old man took pity, let the fox go, and she said to him:
- Little man, little man, hide my little shoe!
The man took the shoe and threw it under the stove.
That night everyone fell asleep, the fox quietly climbed down from the bench, crept up to the bast shoe, pulled it out and threw it far into the oven, and she returned as if nothing had happened, lay down on the bench, and lowered her tail under the bench.
It was getting light. People woke up; The old woman lit the stove, and the old man began to gather firewood for the forest.
The fox also woke up and ran for the bast shoe - lo and behold, the bast shoe was gone. The fox howled:
“The old man offended me, profited from my goods, but I won’t take even a chicken for my little shoe!”
The man looked under the stove - there was no bast shoe! What to do? But he laid it himself! He went and took the chicken and gave it to the fox. And the fox began to break down, wouldn’t take the chicken and howled throughout the whole village, screaming about how the old man had offended her.
The owner and the hostess began to please the fox: they poured milk into a cup, crumbled some bread, made scrambled eggs and began to ask the fox not to disdain the bread and salt. And that’s all the fox wanted. She jumped onto the bench, ate the bread, lapped up the milk, devoured the scrambled eggs, took the chicken, put it in a bag, said goodbye to the owners and went on her way.
He walks and sings a song:
Foxy sister
On a dark night
She walked hungry;
She walked and walked
I found a scrap -
She brought it down to people,
I have come true to good people,
I took the chicken.
So she approaches another village in the evening. Knock, knock, knock, the fox knocks on the hut.
- Who's there? - asked the man.
- It's me, little fox-sister. Let me spend the night, uncle!
“I won’t push you aside,” said the fox. —- I’ll lie down on the bench myself, and my tail under the bench, and that’s it!
They let the fox in. So she bowed to the owner and gave him her chicken to keep, while she quietly lay down in a corner on the bench, and tucked her tail under the bench.
The owner took the chicken and sent it to the ducks behind bars. The fox saw all this and, as the owners fell asleep, quietly climbed down from the bench, crept up to the grate, pulled out her chicken, plucked it, ate it, and buried the feathers with bones under the stove; She herself, like a good girl, jumped onto the bench, curled up in a ball and fell asleep.
It began to get light, the woman began to bake, and the man went to give the cattle food.
The fox also woke up and began to get ready to go; She thanked the owners for the warmth, for the acne, and began asking the man for her chicken.
The man reached for the chicken - lo and behold, the chicken was gone! From there to here, I went through all the ducks: what a miracle - there is no chicken!
- My hen, my little blackie, the motley ducks pecked you, the gray drakes killed you! I won’t take any duck for you!
The woman took pity on the fox and said to her husband:
- Let's give her the duck and feed her for the road!
So they fed and watered the fox, gave her the duck and escorted her out the gate.
The godfox goes, licking his lips and singing his song:
Foxy sister
On a dark night
She walked hungry;
She walked and walked
I found a scrap -
She brought it down to people,
I have come true to good people:
For a scrap - a chicken,
For a chicken - a duck.
Whether the fox walked close or far, long or short, it began to get dark. She saw housing to the side and turned there; comes: knock, knock, knock on the door!
- Who's there? - asks the owner.
“I, little fox-sister, lost my way, I was completely frozen and lost my little legs while running!” Let me, good man, rest and warm up!
- And I’d be glad to let you in, gossip, but there’s nowhere to go!
“And-and, kumanek, I’m not picky: I’ll lie down on the bench myself, and I’ll tuck my tail under the bench, and that’s it!”
The old man thought and thought and let the fox go. Alice is glad. She bowed to the owners and asks them to save her flat-billed duck until the morning.
We adopted a flat-billed duck for safekeeping and let her go among the geese. And the fox lay down on the bench, tucked her tail under the bench and began to snore.
“Apparently, my dear, I’m tired,” said the woman, climbing onto the stove. It didn’t take long for the owners to fall asleep, and the fox was just waiting for this: he quietly climbed down from the bench, crept up to the geese, grabbed his flat-nosed duck, had a bite, plucked it clean, ate it, and buried the bones and feathers under the stove; she herself, as if nothing had happened, went to bed and slept until broad daylight. I woke up, stretched, looked around; he sees that there is only one housewife in the hut.
- Mistress, where is the owner? - asks the fox. “I should say goodbye to him, bow to him for the warmth, for the acne.”
- Bona, you missed the owner! - said the old woman. - Yes, he’s been at the market for a long time now, tea.
“So happy to stay, mistress,” said the fox, bowing. - My flat-nosed cat is already awake. Give her, grandma, quickly, it’s time for us to hit the road.
The old woman rushed after the duck - lo and behold, there was no duck! What will you do, where will you get it? But you have to give it away! Behind the old woman stands a fox, her eyes narrow, her voice wailing: she had a duck, unprecedented, unheard of, motley and gilded, she wouldn’t take a goose for that duck.
The hostess got scared, and well, bow to the fox:
- Take it, Mother Lisa Patrikeevna, take any goose! And I’ll give you something to drink, feed you, and I won’t spare you any butter or eggs.
The fox went to war, got drunk, ate, chose a fat goose, put it in a bag, bowed to the mistress and set off on his little path; He goes and sings a song to himself:
Foxy sister
On a dark night
She walked hungry;
She walked and walked
I found a scrap -
I have come true to good people:
For a scrap - a chicken,
For a chicken - a duck,
For a duck - a goose!
The fox walked and became tired. It became hard for her to carry the goose in the sack: now she would stand up, then sit down, then run again. Night came, and the fox began to hunt for a place to sleep for the night; No matter where you knock on the door, there is always a refusal. So she approached the last hut and quietly, timidly began to knock like this: knock, knock, knock, knock!
- What do you want? - the owner responded.
- Warm it up, darling, let me spend the night!
- There’s nowhere, and it’s cramped without you!
“I won’t displace anyone,” answered the fox, “I’ll lie down on the bench myself, and put my tail under the bench, and that’s all.”
The owner took pity, let the fox go, and she gave him a goose to keep; the owner put him behind bars with the turkeys. But rumors about the fox have already reached here from the market.
So the owner thinks: “Isn’t this the fox that people talk about?” - and began to look after her. And she, like a good girl, lay down on the bench and lowered her tail under the bench; She herself listens when the owners fall asleep. The old woman began to snore, and the old man pretended to be asleep. So the fox jumped to the bars, grabbed his goose, took a bite, plucked it and began to eat. He eats, eats and rests - suddenly you can’t beat the goose! She ate and ate, and the old man kept looking and saw that the fox, having collected the bones and feathers, carried them under the stove, and she lay down again and fell asleep.
The fox slept even longer than before, and the owner began to wake her up:
- How did the little fox sleep and rest?
And the little fox just stretches and rubs her eyes.
“It’s time for you, little fox, to know your honor.” “It’s time to get ready for the journey,” said the owner, opening the doors wide for her.
And the fox answered him:
“I don’t think I’ll let the hut get cold, I’ll go myself and take my goods in advance.” Give me my goose!
- Which one? - asked the owner.
- Yes, what I gave you this evening to save; you took it from me?
“I accepted,” answered the owner.
“And you accepted it, so give it to me,” the fox pestered.
- Your goose is not behind bars; Go and look for yourself - there are only turkeys sitting there.
Hearing this, the sly fox fell on the floor and, well, was killed, well, lamented that she wouldn’t have taken a turkey for her own goose!
The man understood the fox's tricks. “Wait,” he thinks, “you will remember the goose!”
“What to do,” he says. “You know, we have to go to war with you.”
And he promised her a turkey for the goose. And instead of a turkey, he quietly put a dog in her bag. Little Fox didn’t guess, she took the bag, said goodbye to the owner and left.
She walked and walked, and she wanted to sing a song about herself and about the bast shoes. So she sat down, put the bag on the ground and just started to sing, when suddenly the owner’s dog jumped out of the bag - and at her, and she from the dog, and the dog after her, not lagging behind even a step.
So they both ran into the forest together; The fox runs through the stumps and bushes, and the dog follows.
Luckily for the fox, a hole appeared; the fox jumped into it, but the dog did not fit into the hole and began to wait above it to see if the fox would come out...
Alice was frightened and couldn’t catch her breath, but when she had rested, she began to talk to herself and began to ask herself:
- My ears, my ears, what were you doing?
“And we listened and listened so that the dog wouldn’t eat the little fox.”
- My eyes, my eyes, what were you doing?
“And we watched and made sure that the dog didn’t eat the little fox!”
- My legs, my legs, what were you doing?
“And we ran and ran so that the dog wouldn’t catch the little fox.”
- Ponytail, ponytail, what were you doing?
“But I didn’t let you move, I clung to all the stumps and twigs.”
- Oh, so you didn’t let me run! Wait, here I am! - said the fox and, sticking its tail out of the hole, shouted to the dog - Here, eat it!
The dog grabbed the fox by the tail and pulled him out of the hole.
Russian folk tale adapted by M. Bulatov “Little Fox and the Wolf”
A fox was running along the road. He sees an old man riding, carrying a whole sleigh of fish. The fox wanted a fish. So she ran ahead and stretched out in the middle of the road, as if lifeless.
An old man drove up to her, but she didn’t move; poked with a whip, but she didn’t move. “It will be a nice collar for an old woman’s fur coat!” - the old man thinks.
He took the fox, put it on the sleigh, and he himself went ahead. And that’s all the fox needs. She looked around and slowly let the fish fall off the sleigh. It's all fish and fish. She threw out all the fish and left.
The old man came home and said:
- Well, old woman, what a collar I brought for you!
- Where is he?
“There’s a fish and a collar on the sleigh.” Go get it!
The old woman approached the sleigh and looked - no collar, no fish.
She returned to the hut and said:
“On the sleigh, grandfather, there’s nothing but matting!”
Then the old man realized that the fox was not dead. I grieved and grieved, but there was nothing to do.
Meanwhile, the fox collected all the fish in a pile on the road, sat down and eats.
A wolf approaches her:
- Hello, fox!
- Hello, little top!
- Give me the fish!
The fox tore the head off the fish and threw it to the wolf.
- Oh, fox, good! Give more!
The fox threw his tail to him.
- Oh, fox, good! Give more!
- Look what you are! Catch it yourself and eat it.
- Yes, I can’t!
- What are you! After all, I caught it. Go to the river, put your tail in the hole, sit and say: “Catch, catch, fish, big and small! Catch, catch, fish, big and small! So the fish attaches itself to its tail. Sit longer - you'll catch more!
The wolf ran to the river, lowered his tail into the hole, sat and said:
And the fox came running, walked around the wolf and said:
Freeze, freeze, wolf's tail!
The wolf will say:
- Catch, catch, fish, big and small!
And the fox:
- Freeze, freeze, wolf's tail!
Wolf again:
- Catch, catch, fish, big and small!
- Freeze, freeze, wolf's tail!
- What are you saying there, fox? - asks the wolf.
- It’s me, wolf, who helps you: I drive the fish to your tail!
- Thank you, fox!
- You're welcome, little top!
And the frost is getting stronger and stronger. The wolf's tail was frozen solid.
Lisa shouts:
- Well, pull it now!
The wolf pulled his tail, but that was not the case! “That’s how many fish have fallen in, and you can’t get them out!” - he thinks. The wolf looked around, wanted to call the fox for help, but there was already no trace of her - she ran away. The wolf spent the whole night fiddling around the ice hole - he couldn’t get his tail out.
At dawn the women went to the ice hole for water. They saw a wolf and shouted:
- Wolf, wolf! Beat him! Beat him!
They ran up and began to beat the wolf: some with a yoke, some with a bucket. Wolf here, wolf here. He jumped, jumped, rushed, tore off his tail and took off without looking back. “Wait,” he thinks, “I’ll pay you back, little fox!”
And the fox ate all the fish and wanted to get something else. She climbed into the hut, where the hostess had placed pancakes, and ended up hitting her head in sauerkraut. The dough covered both her eyes and ears. The fox got out of the hut - and quickly into the forest...
She runs, and a wolf meets her.
“So,” he shouts, “you taught me how to fish in an ice hole?” They beat me, beat me up, tore off my tail!
- Eh, top, top! - says the fox. “They only tore off your tail, but they smashed my whole head.” You see: the brains have come out. I'm dragging my feet!
“And that’s true,” says the wolf. - Where should you go, fox? Get on me, I'll take you.
The fox sat on the wolf's back, and he took her away.
Here is a fox riding a wolf and slowly singing:
- The beaten one brings the unbeaten one! The beaten one brings the unbeaten!
- What are you saying there, little fox? - asks the wolf.
- I, the top, say: “The beaten one is lucky.”
- Yes, little fox, yes!
The wolf brought the fox to her hole, she jumped off, scurried into the hole and started laughing and laughing at the wolf: “The wolf has neither reason nor sense!”
Russian folk tale adapted by O. Kapitsa “The Cockerel and the Bean Seed”
Once upon a time there lived a cockerel and a hen. The cockerel was in a hurry, he was in a hurry, and the hen kept saying to herself: “Petya, don’t rush, Petya, don’t rush.”
Once a cockerel pecked bean grains in a hurry and choked. He's choked, can't breathe, can't hear, as if he's lying dead.
The chicken got scared, rushed to the owner, shouting:
- Oh, hostess, quickly give me some butter to lubricate the cockerel’s neck: the cockerel choked on a bean grain.
- Run quickly to the cow, ask her for milk, and I’ll already harvest the butter.
The chicken rushed to the cow:
“Cow, my dear, give me some milk quickly, the hostess will make butter out of the milk, I’ll lubricate the cockerel’s neck with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean grain.”
“Go quickly to the owner, let him bring me some fresh grass.”
The chicken runs to its owner:
- Master! Master! Quickly give the cow fresh grass, the cow will give milk, the hostess will make butter from the milk, I will lubricate the cockerel’s neck with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean grain.
“Run quickly to the blacksmith for a scythe,” says the owner.
The chicken ran as fast as she could to the blacksmith:
- Blacksmith, blacksmith, quickly give the owner a good scythe. The owner will give the cow grass, the cow will give milk, the hostess will give me butter, I will lubricate the cockerel’s neck: the cockerel choked on a bean grain.
The blacksmith gave the owner a new scythe, the owner gave the cow fresh grass, the cow gave milk, the hostess churned butter, and gave butter to the chicken.
The chicken greased the neck of the cockerel. The bean seed slipped through. The cockerel jumped up and shouted at the top of his lungs: “Ku-ka-re-ku!”
Russian folk tale adapted by V. Dahl “The Picky One”
Once upon a time there lived a husband and wife. They had only two children - a daughter, Malashechka, and a son, Ivashechka. The little one was a dozen years old or more, and Ivashechka was only three years old.
The father and mother doted on the children and spoiled them so much! If their daughter needs to be punished, they do not order, but ask. And then they will start to please:
“We’ll give you both that and get the other!”
And since Malashechka became so picky, there wasn’t such a different one, let alone in the village, tea, even in the city! Give her some bread, not just wheat, but some sweet bread - Little One doesn’t even want to look at the rye one!
And when her mother bakes a berry pie, Malashechka says:
- Kisel, give me some honey!
There is nothing to do, the mother will scoop up a spoonful of honey and the whole piece will go down on her daughter. She herself and her husband eat a pie without honey: even though they were wealthy, they themselves could not eat so sweetly.
Once they needed to go to the city, they began to please Little One so that she wouldn’t play pranks, would look after her brother, and most of all, so that she wouldn’t let him out of the hut.
- And for this we will buy you gingerbread, and roasted nuts, and a scarf for your head, and a sundress with puffy buttons. “The mother said it, and the father agreed.”
The daughter let their speeches in one ear and out the other.
So the father and mother left. Her friends came to her and began inviting her to sit on the ant grass. The girl remembered her parents’ order and thought: “It won’t be a big deal if we go out into the street!” And their hut was the one closest to the forest.
Her friends lured her into the forest with her child - she sat down and began to weave wreaths for her brother. Her friends beckoned her to play with kites, she went for a minute, and played for a whole hour.
She returned to her brother. Oh, my brother is gone, and the place where I was sitting has cooled down, only the grass is crushed.
What to do? I rushed to my friends - she didn’t know, the other didn’t see. Little One howled and ran wherever she could to find her brother: she ran, she ran, she ran, she ran into the field and onto the stove.
- Stove, stove! Have you seen my brother Ivashechka?
And the stove tells her:
- Picky girl, eat my rye bread, eat it, I’ll say so!
- Here, I’ll start eating rye bread! I’m at my mother’s and my father’s and I don’t even look at the wheat!
- Hey, Little One, eat the bread, and the pies are ahead! - the stove told her.
“Didn’t you see where brother Ivashechka went?”
And the apple tree responded:
- Picky girl, eat my wild, sour apple - maybe, then I’ll tell you!
- Here, I’ll start eating sorrel! My father and mother have a lot of garden ones - and I eat them by choice!
The apple tree shook its curly top at her and said:
“They gave pancakes to hungry Malanya, and she said: “They weren’t baked right!”
- River, river! Have you seen my brother Ivashechka?
And the river answered her:
“Come on, picky girl, eat my oatmeal jelly with milk first, then maybe I’ll tell you about my brother.”
- I’ll eat your jelly with milk! It’s no wonder at my father’s and mother’s and the cream!
“Eh,” the river threatened her, “don’t disdain to drink from the ladle!”
- Hedgehog, hedgehog, have you seen my brother?
And the hedgehog answered her:
“I saw, girl, a flock of gray geese; they carried a small child in a red shirt into the forest.
- Oh, this is my brother Ivashechka! - screamed the picky girl. - Hedgehog, darling, tell me where they took him?
So the hedgehog began to tell her: that Yaga Baba lives in this dense forest, in a hut on chicken legs; She hired gray geese as servants, and whatever she commanded them, the geese did.
And well, Little One to ask the hedgehog, to caress the hedgehog:
“You’re my pockmarked hedgehog, you’re a needle-shaped hedgehog!” Take me to the hut on chicken legs!
“Okay,” he said and led Little One into the very bowl, and in the thicket all the edible herbs grow: sorrel and hogweed, gray blackberries climb through the trees, intertwine, cling to bushes, large berries ripen in the sun.
“I wish I could eat!” - thinks Malashechka, who cares about food! She waved at the gray wickerworts and ran after the hedgehog. He led her to an old hut on chicken legs.
The little girl looked through the open door and saw Baba Yaga sleeping on a bench in the corner, and Ivashechka sitting on the counter, playing with flowers.
She grabbed her brother in her arms and got out of the hut!
And mercenary geese are sensitive. The guard goose stretched out its neck, cackled, flapped its wings, flew higher than the dense forest, looked around and saw that Malashechka was running with her brother. The gray goose screamed, guffawed, raised the entire flock of geese, and flew to Baba Yaga to report. And Baba Yaga - the bone leg - sleeps so much that steam is pouring off her, the windows tremble from her snoring. The goose is already screaming in her ear and in the other, but she can’t hear it! The plucker got angry and pinched Yaga right on the nose. Baba Yaga jumped up, grabbed her nose, and the gray goose began to report to her:
- Baba Yaga is a bone leg! Something has gone wrong at our house, Malashechka is carrying Ivashechka home!
Here Baba Yaga diverged:
- Oh, you drones, parasites, from what I sing and feed you! Take it out and put it down, give me a brother and sister!
The geese flew in pursuit. They fly and call to each other. Malashechka heard a goose cry, ran up to the milk river, the banks of jelly, bowed low to her and said:
- Mother River! Hide, hide me from the wild geese!
And the river answered her:
Picky girl, eat my oatmeal jelly with milk first.
The hungry Malashechka was tired, eagerly ate the peasant's jelly, fell down to the river and drank milk to her heart's content. So the river says to her:
- So, you fastidious people need to be taught by hunger! Well, now sit under the bank, I’ll cover you.
The little girl sat down, the river covered her with green reeds; The geese flew in, circled over the river, looked for the brother and sister, and then flew home.
Yaga became even more angry than before and sent them away again after the children. Here the geese are flying after them, flying and calling to each other, and Malashechka, hearing them, ran faster than before. So she ran up to a wild apple tree and asked her:
- Mother green apple tree! Bury me, protect me from inevitable disaster, from the evil geese!
And the apple tree answered her:
“And eat my native sour apple, and maybe I’ll hide you!”
There was nothing to do, the picky girl began to eat the wild apple, and the wild apple seemed sweeter to the hungry Malasha than a free-flowing garden apple.
And the curly apple tree stands and chuckles:
“This is how you freaks should be taught!” Just now I didn’t want to take it into my mouth, but now eat it by the handful!
The apple tree took the branches, hugged the brother and sister and planted them in the middle, in the thickest foliage.
The geese flew in and inspected the apple tree - there was no one! They flew there, here and with that to Baba Yaga and returned.
When she saw them empty, she screamed, stomped, and screamed throughout the entire forest:
- Here I am, drone! Here I am, you parasites! I’ll pluck all the feathers, throw them into the wind, and swallow them alive!
The geese got scared and flew back after Ivashechka and Malashechka. They fly pathetically with each other, the front one with the back one, calling out to each other:
- Tu-ta, tu-ta? Too-too no-too!
It got dark in the field, you couldn’t see anything, there was nowhere to hide, and the wild geese were getting closer and closer; and the fastidious girl’s legs and arms are tired—she can barely drag herself along.
So she sees that stove standing in the field, which served her with rye bread. She goes to the stove:
- Mother oven, protect me and my brother from Baba Yaga!
“Well, girl, you should listen to your father and mother, don’t go into the forest, don’t take your brother, sit at home and eat what your father and mother eat!” Otherwise, “I don’t eat boiled, I don’t want baked, but I don’t even need fried!”
So Malashechka began to beg the stove, begging: I won’t go ahead like that!
- Well, I'll take a look. While you eat my rye bread!
Malashechka happily grabbed him and, well, eat and feed her brother!
“I haven’t seen such a loaf of bread in my life—it’s like a gingerbread cookie!”
And the stove, laughing, says:
- To a hungry person, rye bread is good enough for gingerbread, but to a well-fed person, even Vyazemskaya gingerbread is not sweet! Well, now climb into the mouth, said the stove, and put up a barrier.
So Malashechka quickly sat down in the oven, closed herself with a barrier, sat and listened to the geese flying closer and closer, plaintively asking each other:
- Tu-ta, tu-ta? Too-too no-too!
So they flew around the stove. They didn’t find Malashechka, they sank to the ground and began to talk among themselves: what should they do? You can’t toss and turn home: the owner will eat them alive. It’s also impossible to stay here: she orders them all to be shot.
“That’s it, brothers,” said the leading leader, “let’s return home, to warm lands, Baba Yaga has no access there!”
The geese agreed, took off from the ground and flew far, far away, beyond the blue seas.
Having rested, Little Girl grabbed her brother and ran home, and at home, her father and mother walked around the whole village, asking everyone they met about the children; no one knows anything, only the shepherd said that the guys were playing in the forest.
Father and mother wandered into the forest and sat down next to Malashechka and Ivashechka and came across.
Here Malashechka confessed everything to her father and mother, told her everything and promised to obey in advance, not to contradict, not to be picky, but to eat what others eat.
As she said, she did so, and then the fairy tale ended.
Russian folk tale adapted by M. Gorky “About Ivanushka the Fool”
Once upon a time there lived Ivanushka the Fool, a handsome man, but no matter what he did, everything turned out funny for him - not like with people. One man hired him as a worker, and he and his wife went to the city; wife and says to Ivanushka:
- You stay with the children, look after them, feed them!
- With what? - asks Ivanushka.
- Take water, flour, potatoes, chop and cook - there will be a stew!
The man orders:
- Guard the door so that the children don’t run away into the forest!
The man and his wife left. Ivanushka climbed onto the floor, woke up the children, dragged them to the floor, sat down behind them and said:
- Well, I'm watching you!
The children sat on the floor for a while and asked for food. Ivanushka dragged a tub of water into the hut, poured half a sack of flour and a measure of potatoes into it, shook it all out with a rocker and thought out loud:
- Who needs to be chopped up?
The children heard it and got scared:
“He’ll probably crush us!”
And they quietly ran away from the hut. Ivanushka looked after them, scratched the back of his head, and thought:
- How am I going to look after them now? Moreover, the door must be guarded so that she does not run away!
He looked into the tub and said:
- Cook, stew, and I’ll go look after the children!
He took the door off its hinges, put it on his shoulders and went into the forest. Suddenly the Bear steps towards him - he was surprised and growls:
- Hey, why are you carrying the tree into the forest?
Ivanushka told him what happened to him. The bear sat on its hind legs and laughed:
- What a fool you are! Am I going to eat you for this?
And Ivanushka says:
“You’d better eat the children, so that next time they listen to their father and mother and don’t run into the forest!”
The bear laughs even harder and rolls on the ground laughing.
-Have you ever seen such a stupid thing? Let's go, I'll show you to my wife!
He took him to his den. Ivanushka walks and hits the pine trees with the door.
- Leave her alone! - says the Bear.
“No, I’m true to my word: I promised to keep you safe, so I’ll keep you safe!”
We came to the den. The bear says to his wife:
- Look, Masha, what a fool I brought you! Laughter!
And Ivanushka asks the Bear:
- Aunt, have you seen the kids?
- Mine are at home, sleeping.
- Come on, show me, aren’t these mine?
The Bear showed him three cubs; He says:
- Not these, I had two.
Then the Bear sees that he is stupid and laughs too:
- But you had human children!
“Well, yes,” said Ivanushka, “you can sort them out, little ones, which ones are whose!”
- That's funny! - The Bear was surprised and said to her husband:
- Mikhail Potapych, we won’t eat him, let him live among our workers!
“Okay,” agreed the Bear, “even though he’s a person, he’s too harmless!” The Bear gave Ivanushka a basket and ordered:
- Go ahead and pick some wild raspberries. The kids will wake up, I’ll treat them to something delicious!
-Okay, I can do this! - said Ivanushka. - And you guard the door!
Ivanushka went to the forest raspberry patch, picked a basket full of raspberries, ate his fill, went back to the Bears and sang at the top of his lungs:
Oh, how awkward
Ladybugs!
Is it the ants?
Or lizards!
He came to the den and shouted:
- Here it is, raspberry!
The cubs ran up to the basket, growled, pushed each other, tumbled - very happy!
And Ivanushka, looking at them, says:
- Eh-ma, it’s a pity that I’m not a bear, otherwise I would have children!
The bear and his wife laugh.
- Oh, my fathers! - Bear growls. - You can’t live with him - you’ll die laughing!
“Tell you what,” says Ivanushka, “you guard the door here, and I’ll go look for the kids, otherwise the owner will give me trouble!”
And the Bear asks her husband:
- Misha, you should help him.
“We need to help,” agreed the Bear, “he’s very funny!”
The Bear and Ivanushka walked along the forest paths, they walked and talked in a friendly way.
- Well, you’re stupid! — the Bear is surprised. And Ivanushka asks him:
-Are you smart?
- Don't know.
- And I don’t know. You're evil?
- No, why?
“But in my opinion, whoever is angry is stupid.” I'm not evil either. Therefore, you and I will both not be fools!
- Look, how you brought it out! — the Bear was surprised. Suddenly they see two children sitting under a bush, asleep. The bear asks:
- These are yours, or what?
“I don’t know,” says Ivanushka, “you need to ask.” Mine wanted to eat. They woke up the children and asked:
- Do you want to eat? They shout:
- We've been wanting it for a long time!
“Well,” said Ivanushka, “that means these are mine!” Now I will lead them to the village, and you, uncle, please bring the door, otherwise I don’t have time myself, I still need to cook the stew!
- Okay! - said the Bear - I’ll bring it!
Ivanushka walks behind the children, looks at the ground after them, as he was ordered, and he himself sings:
Eh, such miracles!
Beetles catch a hare
A fox sits under a bush,
Very surprised!
I came to the hut, and the owners returned from the city. They see: in the middle of the hut there is a tub, filled to the top with water, filled with potatoes and flour, there are no children, the door is also missing - they sat down on a bench and cried bitterly.
-What are you crying about? - Ivanushka asked them.
Then they saw the children, were delighted, hugged them, and asked Ivanushka, pointing to his cooking in the tub:
-What have you done?
- Chowder!
- Is that really necessary?
- How do I know - how?
- Where did the door go?
“They’ll bring it now, here it is!”
The owners looked out the window, and a Bear was walking down the street, pulling the door, people were running from him in all directions, climbing onto roofs, onto trees; the dogs got scared - they got stuck out of fear in the fences, under the gates; only one red rooster bravely stands in the middle of the street and shouts at the Bear:
- I’ll throw it into the river!..
Russian folk tale adapted by A. Tolstoy “Sister Alyonushka and Brother Ivanushka”
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman, they had a daughter Alyonushka and a son Ivanushka.
The old man and the old woman died. Alyonushka and Ivanushka were left alone.
Alyonushka went to work and took her brother with her. They are walking along a long path, across a wide field, and Ivanushka wants to drink.
- Sister Alyonushka, I’m thirsty!
- Wait, brother, we’ll get to the well.
They walked and walked - the sun was high, the well was far away, the heat was oppressive, the sweat was protruding.
A cow's hoof is full of water.
- Sister Alyonushka, I’ll take some bread from the hoof!
- Don’t drink, brother, you’ll become a little calf! The brother obeyed, let's move on.
The sun is high, the well is far away, the heat is oppressive, the sweat is protruding. The horse's hoof is full of water.
- Sister Alyonushka, I’ll drink from the hoof!
- Don’t drink, brother, you’ll become a foal! Ivanushka sighed, and we moved on again.
The sun is high, the well is far away, the heat is oppressive, the sweat is protruding. A goat's hoof is full of water. Ivanushka says:
- Sister Alyonushka, there is no urine: I’ll drink from the hoof!
- Don’t drink, brother, you’ll become a little goat!
Ivanushka did not listen and drank from a goat's hoof.
Got drunk and became a little goat...
Alyonushka calls her brother, and instead of Ivanushka, a little white goat runs after her.
Alyonushka burst into tears, sat down under a haystack, crying, and the little goat was jumping around next to her.
At that time a merchant was driving past:
-What are you crying about, red maiden?
Alyonushka told him about her misfortune
The merchant tells her:
- Come marry me. I will dress you in gold and silver, and the little goat will live with us.
Alyonushka thought, thought and married the merchant.
They began to live and get along, and the little goat lives with them, eats and drinks from the same cup with Alyonushka.
One day the merchant was not at home. Out of nowhere, a witch comes: she stood under Alyonushka’s window and so affectionately began to call her to swim in the river.
The witch brought Alyonushka to the river. She rushed at her, tied a stone around Alyonushka’s neck and threw her into the water.
And she herself turned into Alyonushka, dressed up in her dress and came to her mansion. No one recognized the witch. The merchant returned - and he did not recognize him.
One little goat knew everything. He hangs his head, doesn’t drink, doesn’t eat. In the morning and evening he walks along the bank near the water and calls:
Alyonushka, my sister!..
Swim out, swim out to the shore...
The witch found out about this and began to ask her husband to kill and slaughter the kid...
The merchant felt sorry for the little goat, he got used to it. And the witch pesters so much, begs so much - there is nothing to be done, the merchant agreed:
- Well, kill him...
The witch ordered to build high fires, heat cast iron cauldrons, and sharpen damask knives.
The little goat found out that he did not have long to live, and said to his named father:
- Before I die, let me go to the river, drink some water, rinse my intestines.
- Well, go.
The little goat ran to the river, stood on the bank and cried out pitifully:
Alyonushka, my sister!
Swim out, swim out to the shore.
The fires are burning high,
Cast iron boilers are boiling,
Damask knives are sharpened,
They want to kill me!
Alyonushka from the river answers him:
Oh, my brother Ivanushka!
The heavy stone pulls to the bottom,
Silk grass has tangled my legs,
Yellow sands lay on my chest.
And the witch is looking for the little goat, cannot find it, and sends a servant: - Go find the little goat, bring him to me. The servant went to the river and saw a little goat running along the bank and calling pitifully:
Alyonushka, my sister!
Swim out, swim out to the shore.
The fires are burning high,
Cast iron boilers are boiling,
Damask knives are sharpened,
They want to kill me!
And from the river they answer him:
Oh, my brother Ivanushka!
The heavy stone pulls to the bottom,
Silk grass has tangled my legs,
Yellow sands lay on my chest.
The servant ran home and told the merchant about what he had heard on the river. They gathered the people, went to the river, threw silk nets and pulled Alyonushka to the shore. They took the stone from her neck, dipped her in spring water, and dressed her in an elegant dress. Alyonushka came to life and became more beautiful than she was.
And the little goat threw himself over his head three times with joy and turned into the boy Ivanushka.
The witch was tied to a horse's tail and released into an open field.
