1 - About the baby bus who was afraid of the dark
Donald Bisset 
A fairy tale about how the mother-bus taught her baby-bus not to be afraid of the dark ... About the baby-bus who was afraid of the dark to read Once upon a time there was a baby-bus. He was bright red and lived with his dad and mom in the garage. Every morning …
2 - Three kittens
V.G. Suteev 
A small tale for the little ones about three fidgeting kittens and their funny adventures. Young children love short stories with pictures, which is why Suteev's tales are so popular and loved! Three kittens read Three kittens - black, gray and ...
3 - Hedgehog in the fog
Kozlov S.G. 
The tale of the Hedgehog, how he walked at night and got lost in the fog. He fell into the river, but someone carried him to the shore. It was a magical night! Hedgehog in the fog to read Thirty mosquitoes ran into the clearing and started playing ...
4 - About a mouse from a book
Gianni Rodari 
A small tale about a mouse who lived in a book and decided to jump out of it into the big world. Only he did not know how to speak the language of mice, and only knew a strange bookish language ... Read about a mouse from a book ...
5 - Apple
V.G. Suteev 
A tale about a hedgehog, a hare and a crow who could not share the last apple among themselves. Everyone wanted to take it for themselves. But the fair bear judged their dispute, and each got a piece of delicacy ... Read the apple It was late ...
6 - Black whirlpool
Kozlov S.G. 
A tale about a cowardly Hare who was afraid of everyone in the forest. And he was so tired of his fear that he decided to drown himself in the Black Pool. But he taught the Hare to live and not be afraid! Black maelstrom read Once upon a time there was a Hare ...
7 - About the Hedgehog and the Rabbit A piece of winter
Stuart P. and Riddell K.
The story is about how the Hedgehog, before hibernation, ask the Rabbit to save him a piece of winter until spring. The rabbit rolled up a large lump of snow, wrapped it in leaves and hid it in its hole. About the Hedgehog and the Rabbit Piece ...
8 - About the Hippo, who was afraid of vaccinations
V.G. Suteev 
The tale of a cowardly hippopotamus who escaped from the clinic because he was afraid of vaccinations. And he fell ill with jaundice. Fortunately, he was taken to the hospital and cured. And the hippopotamus became very ashamed of its behavior ... About the Hippo, who was afraid ...
And many others.
Ushinsky's tales
Ushinsky's stories
Biography of Ushinsky Konstantin Dmitrievich
Ushinsky Konstantin Dmitrievich is a great Russian teacher, the founder of Russian pedagogical science, which did not exist in Russia before him. Ushinsky created a theory and made a revolution, in fact, a revolution in Russian pedagogical practice.
Konstantin Dmitrievich Ushinsky was born on February 19 (March 2), 1824 in the city of Tula in the family of Dmitry Grigorievich Ushinsky, a retired officer, a participant in the Patriotic War of 1812, a small nobleman. Konstantin Dmitrievich's mother, Lyubov Stepanovna, died when her son was only 12 years old.
After the appointment of Father Konstantin Dmitrievich as a judge in the small but ancient district town of Novgorod-Seversky in the Chernigov province, the entire Ushinsky family moved there. All of Ushinsky's childhood and adolescence was spent on a small estate acquired by his father, located four miles from Novgorod-Seversky on the banks of the Desna River. Konstantin Ushinsky at the age of 11 entered the third grade of the Novgorod-Seversk gymnasium, from which he graduated in 1840.
Here, on a small estate on the banks of the Desna, bought by his father, four miles from the district town, Ushinsky spent his childhood and adolescence. Every day, on the way to the grammar school in the district town of Novgorod-Seversky, he drove or passed through these beautiful and magical places, full of ancient history and legends of deep antiquity.
After completing the course at the gymnasium, Ushinsky in 1840 left his native estate for Moscow and became a member of the glorious Moscow students. He entered the Faculty of Law at Moscow University.
After a brilliant graduation from the university course with honors in 1844, Ushinsky was left at Moscow University to prepare for the master's exam. In the circle of interests of the young Ushinsky was not limited to philosophy and jurisprudence. He was also fond of literature, theater, as well as all those issues that interested representatives of the progressive circles of Russian society at that time.
In June 1844, the Academic Council of Moscow University awarded Konstantin Ushinsky with a Candidate of Law degree. In 1846, Ushinsky was appointed Acting Professor of Cameral Sciences at the Department of the Encyclopedia of Jurisprudence, State Law and Science of Finance at the Yaroslavl Demidov Lyceum.
In 1850, Ushinsky submitted his resignation letter and left the Lyceum.
Left without work, Konstantin Dmitrievich Ushinsky is interrupted by small-scale literary reviews, translations and reviews in magazines. All attempts to get a job again in any other uyezd school immediately aroused suspicion among all administrators, since it was inexplicable that a young professor from the Demidov Lyceum would change his highly paid and prestigious position for an unenviable beggarly place in the provincial backwater.
After living for a year and a half in the provinces, Ushinsky moved to St. Petersburg, hoping that there are more schools, gymnasiums and colleges in the capital and, therefore, more chances of finding work and like-minded people. But there, without acquaintances and connections, he with great difficulty manages to get a job only as a clerk of the Department of Foreign Religions.
In 1854, Konstantin Dmitrievich Ushinsky resigned from the Department of Foreign Religions, as he was invited to the post of teacher of Russian literature at the Gatchina Orphan Institute.
In 1859, Ushinsky was invited to the post of class inspector at the Smolny Institute for Noble Maidens, where he managed to make significant progressive changes.
Simultaneously with his work at the institute, Ushinsky took over the editing of the "Journal of the Ministry of National Education" and turned it from a dry collection of official orders and scientific articles into a pedagogical journal, very responsive to new trends in the field of public education.
Despite the fact that Ushinsky found sympathy with very influential people, he was forced to leave the institute and take a business trip abroad. In fact, it was an exile lasting five years.
Ushinsky visited Switzerland, Germany, France, Belgium and Italy. Everywhere he visited and studied educational institutions - women's schools, kindergartens, orphanages and schools, especially in Germany and Switzerland, which then thundered with their innovations in pedagogy.
Abroad in 1864, he wrote and published the educational book "Native Word", as well as the book "Children's World". In fact, these were the first mass and publicly available Russian textbooks for the primary education of children. Ushinsky wrote and published a special guide for parents and teachers to his "Native Word" - "Guide to Teaching in the" Native Word "for teachers and parents." This leadership had an enormous, broadest influence on the Russian folk school. To this day, it has not lost its relevance as a manual on the methodology of teaching the native language. These were the first textbooks in Russia for the primary education of children, and these were the first mass and publicly available books. They sold tens of millions of copies.
In the mid-60s, Konstantin Dmitrievich Ushinsky returned to Russia with his family. His last major scientific work, named by Ushinsky "Man as a subject of education, the experience of pedagogical anthropology", he began to publish in 1867. The first volume "Man as a subject of education" was published in 1868, and after a while the second volume came out. Unfortunately, this scientific work of his (the third volume) remained unfinished.
In the last years of his life, Konstantin Dmitrievich Ushinsky acted as a prominent public figure. He wrote articles about Sunday schools, schools for children of artisans, and also took part in a teachers' congress in the Crimea.
Ushinsky Konstantin Dmitrievich died in Odessa on December 22, 1870, was buried in Kiev on the territory of the Vydubetsky monastery.
Konstantin Dmitrievich Ushinsky
Stories and fairy tales
Collection
1824–1870K. D. Ushinsky
There is no person in our country who would not know fairy tales about a chicken ryab, about a bun, about brother Ivanushka with his sister Alyonushka, would not read the story "Four Desires", would not repeat the sly joke about the lazy Titus: "Titus, go thresh." - "The belly hurts." - "Titus, go eat jelly." - "Where's my big spoon?"
All these and many others, just as well-known to all fairy tales, stories and jokes, were composed by Konstantin Dmitrievich Ushinsky, others.
Konstantin Dmitrievich Ushinsky was born one hundred and eighty years ago, in 1824.
He spent his childhood in Ukraine, in the small town of Novgorod-Seversk and studied at the local gymnasium.
The gymnasium, Ushinsky recalled, was located in an old, dilapidated building that looked more like a barn than a school. “The old framed windows trembled, the rotted floors, stained with ink and worn out by the nails of their heels, creaked and jumped; the cracked doors pretended badly, the long old benches, which had completely lost their original color, were cut and covered by many generations of high school students. There was something on these benches! And boxes of the most intricate work, and clever, polysyllabic channels for draining ink, and angular human figures - soldiers, generals on horseback, portraits of teachers; and countless sayings, countless scraps of lessons written down by a student who did not rely on his memory, cells for playing scuba, which consists in the fact that a high school student, who managed to put three crosses in a row, mercilessly tore his partner for a forelock ... In the lower grades it was so stuffy that some new teacher, not yet accustomed to our gymnasium atmosphere, frowned and spat for a long time before starting his lesson. "
But the headmaster of the gymnasium, I.F. Timkovsky, a writer and historian, a kind and educated person, managed to instill in the gymnasium students respect for knowledge, for science, and those gymnasium students who studied well enjoyed great respect among their comrades.
After grammar school Ushinsky studied at Moscow University. And after graduating from the university, he became a teacher himself.
At first he worked in Yaroslavl, then he was assigned to teach Russian literature - that is how the lessons of the Russian language and literature were then called in schools - at the Gatchina Orphanage Institute, where orphans lived and studied.
When Ushinsky began teaching at the Gatchina Institute, he discovered that his students and pupils knew very little about all subjects.
He saw the same thing at the Smolny Institute for Noble Maidens, where he was later transferred and where the daughters of the nobles were brought up. The girls were sure that the rolls grow on trees, and when one day they were asked to write the essay "Sunrise", they could not even explain why the sun rises and sets.
But worst of all was that they regarded learning as a torment of martyrdom and punishment.
And so in all schools.
Ushinsky loved children very much and sympathized with them: it was really difficult for them to study. The textbooks they studied were boring and incomprehensible, and the guys had to memorize them in order not to get a bad grade.
And so Konstantin Dmitrievich Ushinsky decided to write a textbook according to which it would be easy and interesting for children to learn. And when learning is not torture, then the student is engaged and learns more successfully.
And Ushinsky compiled two such textbooks for primary school. They were called "Native Word" and "Children's World".
"Native Word" and "Children's World" were not at all like the old boring textbooks. Everything about them was clear and very interesting. You’ll start reading them and don’t come off: you would like to find out more quickly what is written on the next page.
In his books, Ushinsky put fairy tales - some of them he heard in childhood and now retells, and some he invented himself.
He composed stories about what is close to children, what surrounds them in everyday life - about animals and birds, about natural phenomena, about the children themselves, about their activities and games.
He told the children that the bread they eat, the clothes they wear, the house in which they live - all this is the work of people, and therefore the most necessary, most respected person in society is a worker: a peasant, a craftsman, a worker ...
Together with his friend, a young teacher Modzalevsky, Konstantin Dmitrievich composed poems-songs that were so easy to remember. They also entered his books.
Among these songs was this one:
Children, get ready for school!
The cockerel sang long ago!
Dress smartly!
The sun looks out the window.
Ushinsky's books revealed to children big and small secrets of a huge world in which they were just beginning to live and in which there was so much unfamiliar, incomprehensible and mysterious.
And most importantly, they revealed the biggest secret: what is the joy and happiness of man. From the stories and tales of Ushinsky it was clear to everyone that only a kind, honest and hardworking person can be happy.
For the first time, Ushinsky's books "Rodnoe Slovo" and "Detsky Mir" were published about two hundred years ago. Many generations have learned from them: not only our grandparents, great-grandmothers and great-grandfathers, but also great-great-grandmothers and great-great-grandfathers.
And today's schoolchildren read and love the tales of Konstantin Dmitrievich Ushinsky.
It is safe to say that these stories and fairy tales will be read and loved by many, many new generations, because people will always respect work, knowledge, honesty and kindness.
Vl. Muravyov
Children in the grove
Children in the grove
Two children, brother and sister, went to school. They had to walk past a beautiful, shady grove. It was hot and dusty on the road, but cool and fun in the grove.
- Do you know what? - said the brother to his sister. - We still have time for school. The school is now stuffy and boring, and the grove should be a lot of fun. Listen to the birds crying there; and the squirrel, how much squirrel jumps along the branches! Shouldn't we go there, sister?
The sister liked her brother's proposal. The children threw the alphabet into the grass, held hands and hid among the green bushes, under the curly birches. The grove was definitely fun and noisy. The birds fluttered incessantly, sang and screamed; squirrels jumped on branches; insects scurried about in the grass.
First of all, the children saw the golden bug.
“Come play with us,” the children said to the bug.
“I would love to,” answered the beetle, “but I don’t have time: I must get myself lunch.
“Play with us,” the children said to the yellow, hairy bee.
- I have no time to play with you, - answered the bee, - I need to collect honey.
- Won't you play with us? The children asked the ant.
But the ant had no time to listen to them: it dragged a straw three times its size and was in a hurry to build its cunning dwelling.
The children turned to the squirrel, suggesting that she also play with them, but the squirrel waved its fluffy tail and replied that she should stock up on nuts for the winter. The dove said, "I'm building a nest for my little kids." A gray bunny ran to the stream to wash its face. The white strawberry flower also had no time to take care of the children: he took advantage of the wonderful weather and was in a hurry to prepare his juicy, tasty berry in time.
The children got bored that everyone is busy with their own business and no one wants to play with them. They ran to the stream. Murmuring over the stones, a stream ran through the grove.
“You really have nothing to do,” the children told him. - Play with us.
- How! I have nothing to do? - the brook rumbled angrily. - Oh, you lazy children! Look at me: I work day and night and do not know a minute of peace. Aren't I singing people and animals? Who but me washes clothes, turns mill wheels, carries boats and puts out fires? Oh, I have so much work that my head is spinning, ”added the stream and began to murmur over the stones.
The children became even more bored, and they thought that it would be better for them to go first to school, and then, on their way from school, go into the grove. But at that very moment the boy noticed a tiny, beautiful robin on a green branch. She seemed to be sitting very calmly, and from nothing to do she whistled a gleeful song.
- Hey you, funny singer! The boy shouted at the robin. - You really, it seems, has absolutely nothing to do: play with us.
- How? - the offended robin whistled. - I have nothing to do? Haven't I been catching midges all day to feed my little ones! I am so tired that I cannot raise my wings; and even now I am lulling my lovely children with a song. What were you doing today, you little sloths? They didn’t go to school, they didn’t learn anything, you run around the grove and even prevent others from doing business. Better go where you were sent, and remember that only those who have worked and did everything they had to do are pleasant to rest and play.
One day, the Sun and the angry North Wind started an argument about which of them is stronger. They argued for a long time and, at last, decided to measure their strength over the traveler, who at that very time was riding on horseback along the high road.
Look, - said the Wind, - how I will fly on him: in an instant I will tear off his cloak.
He said - and began to blow what was urine. But the harder the Wind tried, the tighter the traveler wrapped himself in his cloak: he grumbled about the bad weather, but rode farther and farther. The wind was angry, fierce, showered the poor traveler with rain and snow; cursing the Wind, the traveler put on his cloak in his sleeves and tied himself with a belt. At this point, the Wind made sure himself that he couldn't pull off his cloak.
The sun, seeing the impotence of its rival, smiled, looked out from behind the clouds, warmed and drained the earth, and at the same time the poor half-frozen traveler. Feeling the warmth of the sun's rays, he cheered up, blessed the Sun, took off his cloak himself, rolled it up and tied it to the saddle.
You see, - said then the meek Sun to the angry Wind, - caress and kindness can be done much more than anger.
Viper
Around our farm, in ravines and wet places, there were many snakes.
I'm not talking about snakes: we are so used to a harmless one that they don't even call him a snake. He has small sharp teeth in his mouth, he catches mice and even birds and, perhaps, can bite through the skin; but there is no poison in these teeth, and a snake bite is completely harmless.
We had a lot of snakes; especially in the heaps of straw that lay near the threshing floor: as the sun warms up, they will crawl out of there; they hiss when you approach, they show their tongue or sting, but they don't bite with a sting. Even in the kitchen, under the floor, there were snakes, and as it happened, children, sitting on the floor, sipping milk, so crawls out and pulls his head to the cup, and the children with a spoon on his forehead.
But not only snakes were found among us: there was also a poisonous snake, black, large, without those yellow stripes that are visible near the snake's head. We call such a snake a viper. The viper often bit cattle, and if they did not have time, it happened, to call from the village old grandfather Ohrim, who knew some kind of medicine against the biting of poisonous snakes, then the cattle will certainly fall - it will swell it, poor as a mountain.
One boy with us died from a viper. She bit him near the shoulder, and before Ohrim came, the tumor spread from the hand to the neck and chest: the child began to rave, rushed about and died two days later. As a child, I heard a lot about vipers and was terribly afraid of them, as if I felt that I would have to meet a dangerous reptile.
They mowed behind our garden, in a dry ravine, where a stream runs every spring in the spring, and in summer it is only damp and tall thick grass grows. Any mowing was a holiday for me, especially how the hay was raked into heaps. Here, it used to be, and you would start running around the hayfield and throwing yourself at the heaps with all his might and floundering in the fragrant hay until the women were chased away so as not to break the heaps.
So this time I ran and tumbled: there were no women, the mowers went far, and only our big black dog Brovko lay on the heap and gnawed a bone.
I tumbled into one shock, turned in it twice and suddenly jumped up in horror. Something cold and slippery waved my hand. The thought of a viper flashed through my head - and what then? The huge viper, which I disturbed, crawled out of the hay and, climbing on its tail, was ready to rush at me.
Instead of running, I stand as if petrified, as if the reptile enchanted me with its ageless, unblinking eyes. Another minute - and I was lost; but Brovko, like an arrow, flew off the heap, rushed to the snake, and a mortal struggle ensued between them.
The dog tore at the snake with its teeth, stomped on it with its paws; the snake bit the dog in the face, chest and stomach. But after a minute, only scraps of the viper lay on the ground, and Brovko rushed to run and disappeared.
But the strangest thing of all is that Brovko disappeared from that day and wandered about who knows where.
Only two weeks later did he return home: thin, skinny, but healthy. My father told me that dogs know the grass with which they are treated for a viper bite.
Children in the grove
Two children, brother and sister, went to school. They had to pass by a beautiful shady grove. It was hot and dusty on the road, but cool and fun in the grove.
Do you know what? - said the brother to his sister. - We still have time for school. The school is now stuffy and boring, but the grove must be very fun. Listen to the birds crying there! And the squirrel, how much squirrel jumps along the branches! Shouldn't we go there, sister?
The sister liked her brother's proposal. The children threw their ABCs into the grass, held hands and hid between the green bushes, under the curly birches. In the grove, for sure, it was fun and noisy. The birds fluttered incessantly, sang and screamed; squirrels jumped on branches; insects scurried about in the grass.
First of all, the children saw the golden bug.
Come play with us, the children said to the beetle.
I would love to, - answered the beetle, - but I have no time: I have to get myself lunch.
Play with us, the children said to the yellow hairy bee.
I have no time to play with you, - answered the bee, - I need to collect honey.
Will you play with us? the children asked the ant.
But the ant had no time to listen to them: it dragged a straw three times its size and was in a hurry to build its cunning dwelling.
The children turned to the squirrel, suggesting that she also play with them; but the squirrel waved its bushy tail and replied that it must stock up on nuts for the winter.
The dove said:
Building a nest for my little kids.
A gray bunny ran to the stream to wash its face. The white strawberry flower also had no time to deal with children. He took advantage of the wonderful weather and was in a hurry to prepare his juicy, tasty berry in time.
The children got bored that everyone is busy with their own business and no one wants to play with them. They ran to the stream. Murmuring over the stones, a stream ran through the grove.
You really have nothing to do? the children told him. - Play with us!
How! I have nothing to do? the brook rumbled angrily. - Oh, you lazy children! Look at me: I work day and night and do not know a moment's rest. Aren't I singing people and animals? Who but me washes clothes, turns mill wheels, carries boats and puts out fires? Oh, I have so much work that my head is spinning! - added the brook and began to murmur over the stones.
The children became even more bored, and they thought that it would be better for them to go first to school, and then, on the way from school, go into the grove. But at that very moment, the boy noticed a tiny beautiful robin on a green branch. She seemed to be sitting very calmly, and from having nothing to do she whistled a gleeful song.
Hey you, funny singer! the boy shouted at the robin. - You really don't seem to have anything to do; play with us.
How, - the offended robin whistled, - I have nothing to do? Haven't I been catching midges all day to feed my little ones? I am so tired that I cannot raise my wings; and even now I am lulling my lovely children with a song. What were you doing today, you little sloths? They didn’t go to school, they didn’t learn anything, you run around the grove, and even prevent others from doing business. Better go where you were sent, and remember that it is only pleasant for him to relax and play, who has worked and did everything that was obliged to do.
The children felt ashamed: they went to school and although they came late, they studied diligently.
Bunny complaints
A little gray hare burst into tears, burst into tears, sitting under a bush; cries, says:
"There is no share in the world worse than mine, a gray hare! And who does not grind teeth at me? Hunters, dogs, a wolf, a fox and a bird of prey; a bow-nosed hawk, a goggle-eyed owl; even a stupid crow drags my lovely children with its crooked paws - Trouble threatens me from everywhere; but I have nothing to defend myself with: I can't climb a tree like a squirrel; I don't know how to dig holes like a rabbit. True, my teeth regularly gnaw cabbage and gnaw bark, but I don't have enough courage to bite I'm a good runner, and I jump well, but it's good if you have to run on a flat field or uphill, but as you go downhill, you will go somersault over your head: your front legs are not mature enough.
You could still live in the world if it were not for useless cowardice. You hear a rustle - your ears will rise, your heart will beat, you will not see the light, you will spit out of the bush - and you will find yourself right in the snare or at the hunter's feet.
Oh, bad for me, gray bunny! You are cunning, you are hiding in the bushes, you wander around by the bumps, you confuse traces; and sooner or later, trouble is inevitable: the cook will drag me into the kitchen by the long ears.
The only consolation I have is that the tail is short: the dog has nothing to grab. If I had a tail like a fox, where would I go with it? Then, it seems, I would go and drown myself. "
The story of one apple tree
A wild apple tree grew in the forest; in the fall, a sour apple fell from her. The birds ate the apple, and ate the grains.
Only one grain hid in the ground and remained.
In winter, a grain lay under the snow, and in spring, when the sun warmed the wet earth, the grain began to germinate: it let down the root, and drove the first two leaves up. A stalk with a bud ran out between the leaves, and green leaves emerged from the bud at the top. Bud by bud, leaf by leaf, twig by twig - and five years later, a pretty apple tree stood where the seed had fallen.
A gardener came into the forest with a spade, saw an apple tree and said: "Here is a good tree, it will be useful to me."
The apple tree trembled when the gardener began to dig it up, and thought: "I am completely gone!" But the gardener dug out the apple tree carefully, did not damage the roots, transferred it to the garden and planted it in good soil.
The apple tree in the garden was proud: “I must be a rare tree,” she thinks, “when they carried me from the forest to the garden,” and looks down from above at the ugly stumps tied with rags; she did not know that she was in school.
The next year, the gardener came with a crooked knife and began to cut the apple tree.
The apple tree trembled and thinks: "Well, now I am completely lost."
The gardener cut off the entire green top of the tree, left one stump, and that one still split from above; the gardener stuck a young shoot from a good apple tree into the crack; put putty over the wound, tied it with a rag, pegged a new clothespin and left.
The apple tree fell ill; but she was young and strong, soon recovered and merged with someone else's twig.
The twig drinks the juices of a strong apple tree and grows quickly: it throws out bud by bud, leaf by leaf, expels shoot after shoot, twig by twig, and three years later the tree bloomed with white-pink fragrant flowers.
White-pink petals fell off, and a green ovary appeared in their place, and by autumn the ovary became apples; yes, not wild sour, but big, ruddy, sweet, crumbly!
And such and such a pretty apple tree succeeded that people came from other gardens to take shoots from it for clothespins.
Ladybug
The cow is ugly, but it gives milk. Her forehead is wide, her ears to the side; there is a shortage of teeth in the mouth, but the faces are large; the ridge - with a point, the tail - with a broom, the sides bulged, the hooves are double. She tears grass, chews gum, drinks swill, hums and roars, the hostess calls: "Come out, hostess; take out the milker, clean scrubber! I brought milk to the kids, thick cream."
Lisa Patrikeevna
The fox gossip has sharp teeth, a thin stigma, ears on the top of the head, a tail on departure, a warm fur coat.
The godfather is well dressed: the wool is fluffy, golden; a vest on the chest, and a white tie on the neck.
The fox walks quietly, bends down to the ground, as if bowing; he wears his fluffy tail carefully, looks affectionately, smiles, shows white teeth.
Digs holes, clever, deep; there are many passages and exits, there are storage rooms, there are also bedrooms, the floors are lined with soft grass. The fox would be good for everyone, but the fox robber is cunning: she loves chickens, loves ducks, she will break the neck of a fat goose, and will not have mercy on a rabbit.
Fox and goat
The fox ran, gape at the raven - and fell into the well. There was not much water in the well: you couldn't drown, and you couldn't jump out either. The fox is sitting, grieving. There is a goat, a clever head; he walks, shakes his beard, shakes his mugs; I looked in, having nothing to do, into the well, saw a fox there and asked:
What are you doing there, little fox?
Resting, my dear, - the fox answers. “It's hot up there, so I got here. How cool and good here! Cold voditsa - as much as you want.
And the goat wants to drink for a long time.
Is water good? the goat asks.
Excellent! - the fox answers. - Clean, cold! Jump here if you want; there will be a place for both of us.
A goat foolishly jumped, almost crushed the fox, and she told him:
Eh, you bearded fool! And he didn't know how to jump - he sprayed everything. "
The fox jumped on the back of the goat, from the back to the horns, and out of the well.
A goat almost disappeared from hunger in the well; they found him forcibly and dragged him out by the horns.
Bear and log
A bear walks through the forest and sniffs out: is it possible for something edible to profit from? He smells honey! Mishka lifted his face up and sees a beehive on a pine tree, under the beehive a smooth log hangs on a rope, but Misha doesn't care about the log. The bear climbed onto the pine tree, climbed to the log, you can't climb higher - the log gets in the way. Misha pushed the log off with his paw; the log was gently pumped back - and the beat of the bear on the head. Misha pushed the log harder - the log hit Misha harder. Misha got angry and grabbed the log with all his might; the log was pumped two fathoms back - and it was enough for Misha that he almost fell off the tree. The bear got furious, forgot about honey, I want to finish the log for him: well, play it, that there is strength, and never left without surrender. Misha fought with a log until all the beaten fell from the tree; under the tree there were pegs stuck - and the bear paid for his insane anger with his warm skin.
Mouse
Mice gathered at their mink, old and small. Their eyes are black, their paws are small, sharp little teeth, gray fur coats, their ears stick out upward, their tails are dragging along the ground. Gathered mice, underground thieves, think dumushka, keep the advice: "How can we, mice, get a biscuit into the hole?" Oh, watch out for the mouse! Your friend, Vasya, is not far. He loves you very much, he will touch you with his paw; your ponytail will remember, your fur coats will break.
Cock yes dog
An old man lived with an old woman, and they lived in great poverty. All their bellies were only that of a rooster and a dog, and even those they fed badly. Here is the dog and says to the rooster:
Come on, brother Petka, let's go to the forest: our life here is bad.
Let's go, - says the rooster, - it won't get any worse.
So they went wherever they looked. Went through the whole day; it was getting dark - it was time to pester me for the night. They got off the road into the forest and chose a large hollow tree. The rooster took off on a branch, the dog climbed into the hollow and fell asleep.
In the morning, as soon as the dawn began to break, the rooster cried out: "Ku-ku-re-ku!" The fox heard the rooster; she wanted to feast on rooster meat. So she went to the tree and began to praise the rooster:
Here is a cock so cock! I have never seen such a bird: what beautiful feathers, how red the comb, and what a sonorous voice! Fly to me, handsome.
What business? the rooster asks.
Come visit me: I have a housewarming party today, and a lot of peas have been saved up about you.
Well, - says the rooster, - only I can't go alone: \u200b\u200ba comrade is with me.
"That's what happiness has come!" Thought the fox. "Instead of one rooster, there will be two."
Where is your comrade? she asks. - I'll invite him to visit.
There, in a hollow he sleeps, - the rooster answers.
The fox rushed into the hollow, and the dog by the muzzle - a tsap! .. Caught and tore the fox.
Cockerel with family
A cockerel walks around the yard: there is a red comb on his head, a red beard under his nose. Petya's nose with a chisel, Petya's tail with a wheel, patterns on the tail, spurs on the legs. Petya rakes a bunch of paws with his paws, calls chickens with chickens:
Crested hens! Troubled hostesses! Motley-speckled, black-white! Get together with the chickens, with the little children: I have a grain for you!
Chickens with chickens gathered, uncoiled; did not share a grain, fought.
Petya the cockerel does not like riots - now he has reconciled his family: the one for the crest, the other for the whirlwind, he ate the grain himself, flew up the fence, flapped his wings, shouted at the top of his throat: "Ku-ka-re-ku!"
Cute cat
Once upon a time, there was a cat, a goat and a ram in the same yard. They lived together: a tuft of hay and that in half; and if the pitchfork is in the side, so one cat Vaska. He is such a thief and a robber: where something is bad, he looks there. Here comes one cat-purl, a gray forehead; he walks and cries so pitifully. They ask the cat, the goat and the ram:
Cat-cat, gray pubis! What are you crying about, jumping on three legs?
Vasya answers them:
How can I not cry! The woman beat me, beat me; I pulled out my ears, broke my legs, and even put a stranglehold on me.
And why did such trouble come to you? - ask the goat and the ram.
Eh-eh! For having accidentally licked the sour cream.
It serves a thief and flour, - says the goat, - do not steal sour cream!
Here is the cat crying again:
The woman beat me, beat me; she beat me and said: my son-in-law will come to me, where will he get sour cream? Inevitably, you will have to slaughter a goat and a ram.
A goat and a ram roared here:
Oh, you gray cat, your stupid forehead! Why did you ruin us?
They began to judge and wonder how they could get rid of the great trouble (to avoid. Ed.), And decided right there: all three of them to flee. They lay in wait, as the mistress did not close the gate, and left.
A cat, a goat and a ram ran for a long time along the valleys, over the mountains, over the loose sands; moored and decided to spend the night in the mown meadow; and in that meadow the haystacks that the cities stand.
The night was dark, cold: where to get the fire? And the purring cat took out the birch bark, wrapped the horns of the goat and told him to knock his foreheads with the ram. A goat with a ram bumped, sparks fell from his eyes: the birch bark was on fire.
Okay, - said the gray cat, - now let's get warm! - Yes, without thinking twice, and lit a whole haystack.
They had not yet had time to warm themselves up when an uninvited guest, a little seryachok, Mikhailo Potapych Toptygin, welcomes them.
Let me go, - he says, - brothers, warm up and rest; something is not good for me.
Welcome, little little seryachok! - says the cat. - Where are you going from?
I went to the beekeeper, - says the bear, - to visit the bees, but I had a fight with the peasants, that's why I pretended to be sick.
So they all began to while away the night: a goat and a ram by the fire, a purr climbed on a haystack, and a bear huddled under the haystack.
The bear fell asleep; a goat and a ram doze; one purr does not sleep and sees everything. And he sees: there are seven gray wolves, one white - and straight to the fire.
Fu-fu! What kind of people are they! - says the white wolf to the goat and the ram. Let's try the strength.
A goat and a ram bleated here with fear; and the cat, the gray forehead, made the following speech:
Oh, you white wolf, the prince over the wolves! Do not anger our elder: he, God have mercy, is angry! How it differs - not good for anyone. Al you do not see his beard: in it is all the power; he beats all the animals with his beard; he only wipes off his skin with his horns. Better to come and ask with honor: we want to play with your little brother, who sleeps under the haystack.
The wolves bowed to that goat; surrounded Misha and flirt well. Here Misha was fastened, fastened, and as long as there was enough for each paw for a wolf, so they sang Lazarus (they complained about fate. - Ed.). The wolves got out from under the haystack, barely alive, and, tails between their legs, - God give feet!
The goat and the ram, while the bear was straightening out the wolves, grabbed the purr on his back and hurry home: "Enough, they say, to drag without a path, we will not make such a misfortune."
The old man and the old woman were happy, happy, that the goat and the ram had returned home; and the cat-purr was torn out for tricks.
The pranks of the old woman of winter
The old woman winter became angry: she decided to squeeze every breath from the light. First of all, she began to get to the birds: they bothered her with their cry and squeak.
The winter blew with cold, plucked leaves from forests and oaks and scattered them along the roads. The birds have nowhere to go; they began to gather in flocks, to think a little thought. They gathered, shouted and flew over the high mountains, over the blue seas, to warm countries. A sparrow remained, and he hid under the eaves.
Winter sees that she cannot catch up with the birds; pounced on the animals. She covered the fields with snow, covered the forests with snowdrifts, covered the trees with ice bark and sends frost after frost. The frosts are coming each other angrier, jumping from tree to tree, crackling and clicking, scaring animals. The animals were not afraid; some have warm fur coats, others have hidden in deep holes; a squirrel in a hollow gnaws nuts; the bear in the den sucks its paw; bunny, jumping, warming up; and horses, cows, lambs long ago in warm barns chew ready hay, drink warm swill.
Winter is more angry - it gets to the fish; sends frost after frost, one fiercer than another. The frosts are running briskly, tapping loudly with hammers: without wedges, without subclins on lakes, bridges are being built along rivers. Rivers and lakes were frozen, but only from above; and the fish all went deep: under the ice roof it is even warmer.
“Well, wait,” winter thinks, “I’ll catch people,” and it sends frost after frost, one angrier than the other. Frost clouded with patterns of windows in the windows; knocking on walls and doors, so that the logs burst. And people flooded the stoves, bake hot pancakes for themselves and laugh at the winter. It happens that someone goes to the forest for firewood - he will put on a sheepskin coat, felt boots, warm mittens, and when he starts waving an ax, he even breaks through the sweat. Carts stretched along the roads, as if to laugh at winter; the horses are blowing steam, the cabbies stamp their feet, pat their mittens, twitch their shoulders, praise the frost.
The most offensive thing in winter seemed that even small children are not afraid of it! They ride themselves on skates and on sleds, play snowballs, mold women, build mountains, water them with water, and even call out frost: "Come help!" Out of anger, winter will pinch one boy by the ear, another by the nose - it will even turn white; and the boy will grab the snow, let's rub it - and his face will light up like fire.
Winter sees that she cannot take anything, - she cried out of anger. Winter tears dripped from the eaves ... apparently, spring is not far away!
Bees and flies
Late autumn turned out to be a glorious day, which are extremely rare in spring: the leaden clouds dispersed, the wind subsided, the sun came out and looked so affectionately, as if saying goodbye to faded plants. The shaggy bees summoned from the hives by the light and warmth, humming merrily, flew from grass to grass, not for honey (there was nowhere to take it), but so-so to have fun and spread their wings.
How stupid you are with your fun! the fly said to them, which was immediately sitting on the grass, sagging and drooping its nose. - Don't you know that the sun is only for a minute and that, probably, the wind, rain, cold will begin today and we will all have to disappear.
Zoom, zoom, zoom! Why disappear? - the cheerful bees answered the fly. - We will have fun while the sun is shining, and when the weather comes, we will hide in our warm hive, where we have a lot of honey in store over the summer.
Blind horse
Long, very long time ago, when not only us, but also our grandfathers and great-grandfathers were not yet in the world, there was a rich and commercial Slavic city of Vineta on the seashore; and in this city lived the rich merchant Usedom, whose ships, loaded with expensive goods, sailed on distant seas.
Usedom was very rich and lived luxuriously: perhaps, the very nickname Usedom, or Vsedom, he received because in his house was absolutely everything that could be found good and dear at that time; and the owner himself, his mistress and the children ate only on gold and silver, wore only sables and brocade.
There were many excellent horses in Usadom's stable; but neither in the Usedom stable, nor in the whole Vineta, was there a horse faster and more beautiful than the Catching Wind - this is how Used called his favorite riding horse for the speed of its legs. No one dared to ride the Dogon-Vetra, except the owner himself, and the owner never rode any other horse.
It happened to the merchant on one of his trips on business, returning to Vineta, to ride on his favorite horse through a large and dark forest. It was late afternoon, the forest was terribly dark and dense, the wind shook the tops of the gloomy pines; the merchant rode alone and at a pace, saving his beloved horse, which was tired of the long journey.
Suddenly from behind the bushes, as if from under the ground, jumped out six broad-shouldered fellows with brutal faces, in furry hats, with spears, axes and knives in their hands; three were on horseback, three on foot, and two robbers had already seized the merchant's horse by the bridle.
Rich Used would not have seen his dear Vineta if there were some other horse under him, and not Catch-Wind. Sensing a stranger's hand on the bridle, the horse rushed forward, with its broad, strong chest knocked two daring villains who were holding him by the bridle to the ground, crushed a third one under his feet, who, waving a spear, ran ahead and wanted to block his way, and rushed like a whirlwind ... Horse robbers set off in pursuit; their horses were also good, but where could they catch up with Usedomov's horse?
Catch-up-Wind, in spite of its fatigue, sensing the chase, rushed like an arrow shot from a tightly drawn bow, and left the enraged villains far behind it.
Half an hour later, Usedom was already driving into his dear Vineta on his good horse, from which the foam fell to the ground in shreds.
Getting off the horse, the sides of which rose high from fatigue, the merchant right there, stroking the Catch-Wind on his lather-up neck, solemnly promised: no matter what happened to him, never sell or give his faithful horse to anyone, not drive him away, as if he did not grow old, and every day, until his death, he sent the horse three measures of the best oats.
But, hurrying to his wife and children, Usedom did not look after the horse himself, and the lazy worker did not lead the exhausted horse properly, did not let it cool down completely and gave it to drink ahead of time.
Since then, Catch-up-Wind began to fall ill, become sick, weakened to his feet and, finally, went blind. The merchant was very grieved and for six months faithfully kept his promise: the blind horse was still in the stable, and he was given three measures of oats every day.
Then he bought himself another riding horse with Used, and after six months it seemed too imprudent to give the blind, worthless horse three measures of oats each, and he ordered to release two. Another six months passed; the blind horse was still young, he had to feed him for a long time, and they began to let him go at one measure.
Finally, and this seemed hard to the merchant, and he ordered to remove the bridle from the Run-down-Wind and drive him out of the gate, so that he would not take up space in the stable in vain. The workers escorted the blind horse out of the yard with a stick, as it rested and did not go.
Poor blind Catch-Wind, not understanding what they were doing with him, not knowing and not seeing where to go, remained standing outside the gate, hanging his head and sadly moving his ears. Night fell, it snowed, and it was hard and cold for the poor blind horse to sleep on the rocks. For several hours she stood in one place, but finally hunger made her look for food. Raising its head, sniffing in the air for any straw from the old, sunken roof, a blind horse wandered around at random and bumped incessantly at the corner of the house, now at the fence.
You need to know that in Vineta, as in all ancient Slavic cities, there was no prince, and the inhabitants of the city ruled by themselves, gathering to the square when it was necessary to solve some important matters. Such a gathering of the people to decide their own affairs, for trial and punishment, was called vechem. In the middle of Vineta, in the square where the veche gathered, a large veche bell hung on four pillars, by the ringing of which the people gathered and which could ring anyone who considered himself offended and demanded court and protection from the people. No one, of course, dared to ring the veche bell for trifles, knowing that for this the people would get a lot.
Wandering around the square, a blind, deaf and hungry horse accidentally came across the pillars on which the bell hung, and, thinking, perhaps, to pull a bundle of straw out of the eaves, grabbed the rope tied to the bell tongue with her teeth and began to pull: the bell rang like this it was strong that the people, despite the fact that it was still early, began to flock to the square in droves, wanting to know who so loudly demanded his trial and protection. Everyone in Vineta knew Dogon-Vetra, they knew that he had saved his master's life, they knew the owner's promise - and were surprised to see a poor horse in the middle of the square - blind, hungry, trembling from the cold, covered with snow.
Soon it was explained what the matter was, and when the people learned that the rich Usedom had driven out the blind horse that had saved his life, they unanimously decided that the Catch-up Wind had every right to ring the veche bell.
They demanded an ungrateful merchant to the square; despite his excuses, they ordered him to keep the horse as before and feed it until its death. A special person was assigned to oversee the execution of the sentence, and the sentence itself was carved on a stone erected in memory of this event on Veche Square ...
Know how to wait
Once upon a time there was a brother and sister, a cock and a hen. The cockerel ran into the garden and began to peck at the green currant, and the chicken said to him: "Don't eat, Petya! Wait until the currant ripens." The cockerel did not obey, pecked and pecked, and pecked so that he could hardly get home. "Oh! - the cockerel shouts, - my trouble! It hurts, sister, it hurts!" The chicken gave the cockerel a drink of mint, put a mustard plaster - and it passed.
The cockerel recovered and went into the field: he ran, jumped, flared up, sweated and ran to the stream to drink cold water; and the chicken shouts to him:
Don't drink, Petya, wait until you get a sheet.
The cockerel did not obey, drank cold water - and then a fever began to beat him: the chicken brought him home forcibly. The chicken ran after the doctor, doctor Pete prescribed a bitter medicine, and the cockerel lay in bed for a long time.
The cockerel has recovered by winter and sees that the river is covered with ice; the cock wanted to skate; and the chicken says to him: "Oh, wait, Petya! Let the river freeze completely; now the ice is still very thin, you will drown." The sister's cock did not obey: it rolled on the ice; the ice broke, and the cock flopped into the water! Only the cockerel was seen.
Morning rays
The red sun swam up to the sky and began to send out its golden rays everywhere - to wake the earth.
The first ray flew and hit the lark. The lark fluttered, fluttered out of its nest, rose high, high and sang its silver song: "Oh, how good it is in the fresh morning air! How good! How free!"
The second ray hit the bunny. The bunny twitched its ears and hopped merrily across the dewy meadow: he ran to get himself some juicy grass for breakfast.
The third beam hit the chicken coop. The rooster flapped its wings and sang: "Ku-ka-re-ku!" The chickens flew off the nest, cackled, and began to rake up litter and look for worms.
The fourth ray hit the hive. A bee crawled out of its wax cell, sat on the window, spread its wings and "zoom-zoom-zoom!" - flew to collect honey from fragrant flowers.
The fifth ray hit the nursery on the bed of the little bummer: it cuts him right in the eyes, and he turned on the other side and fell asleep again.
Four wishes
Mitya dashed off on a sled from an icy mountain and on skates on a frozen river, ran home rosy, cheerful and said to his father:
How fun it is in winter! I would like it to be winter all over.
Write your wish in my pocket book, - said the father.
Mitya wrote it down.
Spring came. Mitya ran after colorful butterflies across the green meadow, picked flowers, ran to his father and said:
What a beauty this spring is! I wish it was all spring.
Father again took out the book and ordered Mitya to write down his wish.
Summer has come. Mitya and his father went to haymaking. The boy had fun all the long day: he was fishing, picked up berries, tumbled in the fragrant hay, and in the evening he said to his father:
Today I have had a lot of fun! I wish there was no end to summer.
And this desire of Mitya was recorded in the same book.
Autumn has come. They gathered fruits in the garden - ruddy apples and yellow pears. Mitya was delighted and said to his father:
Autumn is the best of all seasons!
Then the father took out his notebook and showed the boy that he had said the same about spring, and about winter, and about summer.
Someone else's testicle
Early in the morning, old woman Daria got up, chose a dark, secluded spot in the chicken coop, put a basket there, where thirteen eggs were laid out on soft hay, and sat the crested hen on them.
It was a little dawn, and the old woman did not notice that the thirteenth testicle was greenish and larger than the others. The hen sits diligently, warms the testicles, runs off to nibble on the grains, drink some water, and return to its place; even faded, poor thing. And what one became angry, hisses, clucks, even the cockerel does not allow him to approach, but he really wanted to look in what was going on there in the dark corner. The hen sat for about three weeks, and began to hatch from the eggs of the chick, one after the other: he will bite the shell with his nose, jump out, shake himself off and start running, raking dust with his legs, looking for worms.
The chick from the greenish testicle hatched last. And how strange he came out: round, fluffy, yellow, with short legs, with a wide nose. "A strange chicken came out for me," the chicken thinks, "it bites, and it doesn’t walk in our way; the nose is wide, the legs are short, kind of clubfoot, waddles from foot to foot." The hen wondered at her chicken, but no one, but all the son. And he loves and protects him, as well as others, and if he sees a hawk, then, fluffing feathers and wide spreading round wings, hides his chickens under him, not making out which legs are at whom.
The hen began to teach the children how to dig worms out of the earth, and took the whole family to the shore of the pond: there are more worms and the earth is softer. As soon as the short-legged chicken caught sight of the water, he rushed straight into it. The chicken screams, flaps its wings, rushes to the water; the chickens were also worried: they run, fuss, squeak; and one cockerel in fright even jumped on a pebble, stretched out his neck and for the first time in his life shouted in a hoarse voice: "Ku-ku-re-ku!" Help, they say, kind people! Brother is drowning! But my brother did not drown, but happily and easily, like a piece of cotton paper, swam on the water, raking the water with his wide, webbed paws. At the cry of the chicken, old Daria ran out of the hut, saw what was happening, and shouted: "Ah, what a sin! Apparently I blindly put a duck egg under the chicken."
And the chicken was eager to go to the pond: they could drive away by force, poor one.
The hostess came out and beckons the geese home: “Tags-tags-tags! White geese, gray geese, go home! "
And the geese extended their long necks, spread their red paws, flapping their wings, opening their noses: “Ha-ha-ha! We don't want to go home! We feel good here too. "
The hostess sees that you will not achieve anything with good from the geese, took a long twig and drove them home.
Vaska
Kitten-cat - gray pubis. Laskov Vasya, yes cunning, velvet legs, sharp marigold. Vasyutka's ears are sensitive, his mustache is long, and his coat is silk. The cat caresses, bends, wags its tail, closes its eyes, sings a song, but if a mouse is caught - don't be angry! The eyes are big, the legs are steel, the teeth are crooked, the claws are graduation!
Ladybug
The cow is ugly, but it gives milk. Her forehead is wide, ears to the side; teeth are missing in the mouth, but the faces are large; the ridge - with a point, the tail - with a broom, protruded sides, double hooves. She tears grass, chews gum, drinks swill, hums and roars, calls the mistress:
- Come out, hostess; take out the milkers, clean scrubber! I brought milk to the kids, thick cream.
Cockerel with family
A cockerel walks around the yard: there is a red comb on his head, a red beard under his nose. Petya's nose is a chisel, Petya's tail is a wheel; there are patterns on the tail, spurs on the legs. Petya rakes a bunch of paws with his paws, calls chickens with chickens:
- Crested hens! Troubled hostesses! Motley-speckled! Little black and white! Get together with the chickens, with the little children: I have a grain for you!
Chickens with chickens gathered, clucked; they didn't share a grain, - they fought.
Petya the cockerel does not like riots - now he has reconciled his family: the one for the crest, the other for the whirlwind, he ate the grain himself, flew up the fence, waved his wings, shouted at the top of his throat: "Ku-ka-re-ku!"
Goat
A furry goat is walking, a bearded one is walking, waving its mugs, shaking its beard, tapping its hooves: walking, bleating, calling goats and kids; and the goats with the kids have gone into the garden, they nibble the grass, gnaw on the bark, spoil the young clothespins, save milk for the children; and the kids, little children, milk sucked, climbed the fence, fought with their horns. Wait, the bearded master will come - he will give you all order!
Ducks
Vasya is sitting on the bank; he looks as the ducks tumble in the pond: they hide their wide noses in the water, dry their yellow paws in the sun.
Vasya was ordered to guard the ducks, but they went out into the water - both old and small: how can they now drive them home?
So Vasya the ducks began to click: “Ooty-uti-ducks! Gluttonous taratorochki, wide noses, webbed paws! You have a lot of worms to carry, to pinch the grass, to swallow ooze, to stuff your goiter - it's time for you to go home! "
Vasya's ducks obeyed, went ashore, walk home, waddle from foot to foot.
Bishka
"Come on, Bishka, read what is written in the book!"
The dog sniffed the book, and walked away. “It's not mine,” he says, “to read the book; I guard the house, I do not sleep at night, I bark, I scare thieves and wolves, I go hunting, I follow the bunny, I look for ducks, I’m dragging it away __ will be with me and that ”.
