Russian folk tale "Geese and Swans"

Once upon a time there lived a husband and wife. They had a daughter, Mashenka, and a son, Vanyushka. Once father and mother gathered in the city and said to Masha:

- Well, daughter, be smart: don’t go anywhere, take care of your brother. And we will bring you some gifts from the market.

So the father and mother left, and Masha sat her brother down on the grass under the window and ran outside to her friends.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, swan geese swooped in, picked up Vanyushka, put him on his wings and carried him away.

Masha returned, lo and behold, her brother was gone! She gasped, rushed here and there - Vanyushka was nowhere to be seen. She called and clicked, but the brother did not respond. Masha began to cry, but tears cannot help her grief. It’s her own fault, she must find her brother herself.

Masha ran out into the open field and looked around. He sees geese-swans darting in the distance and disappearing behind the dark forest.

Masha guessed that it was the swan geese that carried her brother away and rushed to catch up with them.

She ran and ran and saw a stove standing in the field. Masha to her:

- Stove, stove, tell me, where did the geese-swans fly?

“Throw some wood at me,” says the stove, “then I’ll tell you!”

Masha quickly chopped some firewood and threw it into the stove.

The stove told her which way to run.

He sees an apple tree, all hung with ruddy apples, its branches bent down to the ground. Masha to her:

- Apple tree, apple tree, tell me, where did the geese-swans fly?

“If you shake my apples, I’ll tell you where the geese and swans have flown.”

Masha shook the apples, the apple tree raised its branches, straightened its leaves, and showed Masha the way.

- The Milk River - the banks of jelly, where did the swan geese fly?

“A stone fell on me,” the river answers. “If you move it to the side, I’ll tell you where the geese and swans flew.”

Masha moved the stone.

The river began to gurgle and told Masha where to run, where to look for geese and swans.

Masha ran and ran and came running to a dense forest. He stands at the edge of the forest and doesn’t know where to go now, what to do. He looks and sees a hedgehog sitting under a tree stump.

“Hedgehog, hedgehog,” asks Masha, “did you see where the geese and swans flew?”

Hedgehog says:

- Wherever I swing, there you go too!

He curled up into a ball and rolled between the fir trees and birch trees. It rolled and rolled and rolled towards the hut on chicken legs. Masha looks - Baba Yaga is sitting in that hut, spinning yarn. And Vanyushka is playing with golden apples next to him. Masha quietly crept up to the hut, grabbed her brother and ran home.

A little later, Baba Yaga looked out the window - no boy! She called to the geese and swans:

- Hurry, geese-swans, fly in pursuit, take Vanyushka away!

The swan geese took off, screamed, and flew.

And Masha runs, carrying her brother, but can’t feel her feet under her. I looked back and saw geese and swans... What should I do? She ran to the milk river - the sour banks. And the geese-swans scream, flapping their wings, catching up with her...

“River, river,” Masha asks, “hide me!”

The river planted her and her brother under a steep bank and hid her from the swan geese.

The geese-swans did not see Masha, they flew past. Masha came out from under the steep bank, thanked the river and ran again.

And the swan geese noticed her - they returned and flew towards her. Masha ran up to the apple tree: “Apple tree, apple tree, hide me!”

The apple tree shaded it with branches and covered it with leaves. The swan geese circled and circled, did not find Masha and Vanyusha and flew past.

Masha came out from under the apple tree, thanked her and started running again.

She is running, carrying her brother, and the house is not far away... But unfortunately, the geese and swans saw her again - and well, after her!

They cackle, fly, flap their wings right over their heads, and just in a moment they’ll snatch Vanyushka out of his hands... It’s good that the stove is nearby. Masha to her: “Stove, stove, hide me!” The stove hid it and closed it with a damper.

The swan geese flew up to the stove, let’s open the damper, but that didn’t happen. They stuck their heads into the chimney, but didn’t get into the stove; they only smeared their wings with soot.

They circled, circled, shouted, shouted, and came up empty-handed, and returned to Baba Yaga.

And Masha and Vanyushka crawled out of the stove and set off home at full speed. She ran home, washed her brother, combed his hair, sat him down on a bench, and sat down next to him.

Soon father and mother returned from the city and brought gifts.

Russian folk tale "The Little Goats and the Wolf"

Once upon a time there lived a goat. The goat made herself a hut in the forest and settled in it with her kids. Every day the goat went to the forest for food. She herself will leave, and tells the children to lock themselves tightly and not open the doors to anyone. The goat returns home, knocks on the door and sings:

- Little goats, little kids,

Open up, open up!

Your mother has come,

I brought milk.

I, a goat, was in the forest,

I ate silk grass,

I drank cold water;

Milk runs down the shelf,

From the markings to the hooves,

And from the hooves there is dirt in the cheese.

The kids will hear their mother and open the door for her. She will feed them and go off to graze again.

The wolf overheard the goat and, when the goat left, went up to the door of the hut and sang in a thick, fat voice:

- You, children, you, fathers,

Open up, open up!

Your mother has come,

Brought milk...

The hooves are full of water!

The little goats listened to the wolf and said:

And they did not open the door to the wolf. The wolf left unsalted.

The mother came and praised the children for listening to her:

“You are smart, kids, for not opening the door to the wolf, otherwise he would have eaten you.”

Russian folk tale "Masha and the Bear"

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a grandmother. They had a granddaughter Mashenka.

Once the girlfriends got together in the forest to pick mushrooms and berries. They came to invite Mashenka with them.

“Grandfather, grandmother,” says Mashenka, “let me go into the forest with my friends!”

Grandfather and grandmother answer:

“Go, just make sure you don’t lag behind your friends, otherwise you’ll get lost.”

The girls came to the forest and began picking mushrooms and berries. Here Mashenka - tree by tree, bush by bush - and went far, far away from her friends.

She started calling around and calling them. But my girlfriends don’t hear, they don’t respond.

Mashenka walked and walked through the forest - she got completely lost.

She came to the very wilderness, to the very thicket. He sees a hut standing there. Mashenka knocked on the door - no answer. She pushed the door, the door opened.

Mashenka entered the hut and sat down on a bench by the window.

She sat down and thought:

“Who lives here? Why is no one visible?..”

And in that hut lived a huge bear. Only he wasn’t at home then: he was walking through the forest.

The bear returned in the evening, saw Mashenka, and was delighted.

“Yeah,” he says, “now I won’t let you go!” You will live with me. You will light the stove, you will cook porridge, you will feed me porridge.

Masha pushed, grieved, but nothing could be done. She began to live with the bear in the hut.

The bear will go into the forest for the whole day, and Mashenka is told not to leave the hut without him.

“And if you leave,” he says, “I’ll catch you anyway and then I’ll eat you!”

Mashenka began to think about how she could escape from the bear. There are forests all around, he doesn’t know which way to go, there’s no one to ask...

She thought and thought and came up with an idea.

One day a bear comes from the forest, and Mashenka says to him:

“Bear, bear, let me go to the village for a day: I’ll bring gifts for grandma and grandpa.”

“No,” says the bear, “you will get lost in the forest.” Give me some gifts, I'll carry them myself.

And that’s exactly what Mashenka needs!

She baked pies, took out a big, big box and said to the bear:

“Here, look: I’ll put the pies in this box, and you take them to grandpa and grandma.” Yes, remember: don’t open the box on the way, don’t take out the pies. I’ll climb up the oak tree and keep an eye on you!

“Okay,” the bear answers, “give me the box!” Mashenka says:

- Go out onto the porch and see if it’s raining?

As soon as the bear came out onto the porch, Mashenka immediately climbed into the box and placed a plate of pies on her head.

The bear returned and saw that the box was ready. He put him on his back and went to the village. A bear walks between fir trees, a bear wanders between birch trees, goes down into ravines, and up hills. He walked and walked, got tired and said:

- I’ll sit on a tree stump,

Let's eat the pie!

And Mashenka from the box:

- See see!

Don't sit on a tree stump

Don't eat the pie!

Bring it to grandma

Bring it to grandpa!

“Look, she’s so big-eyed,” says the bear, “she sees everything!” He picked up the box and walked on. He walked and walked, walked and walked, stopped, sat down and said:

- I’ll sit on a tree stump,

Let's eat the pie!

And Mashenka from the box again:

- See see!

Don't sit on a tree stump

Don't eat the pie!

Bring it to grandma

Bring it to grandpa!

The bear was surprised:

- How cunning she is! He sits high and looks far away!

He got up and walked quickly.

I came to the village, found the house where my grandparents lived, and let’s knock on the gate with all our might:

- Knock-Knock! Unlock, open! I brought you some gifts from Mashenka.

And the dogs sensed the bear and rushed at him. They're running and barking from all the yards!

The bear got scared, put the box at the gate and ran into the forest without looking back.

Grandfather and grandmother came out to the gate. They see that the box is standing.

- What's in the box? - says the grandmother.

And grandfather lifted the lid, looked and couldn’t believe his eyes: Mashenka was sitting in the box, alive and healthy.

Grandfather and grandmother were delighted. They began to hug Mashenka, kiss her, and call her smart.

Russian folk tale "Teremok"

There is a tower in a field.

A small mouse runs past. She saw the tower, stopped and asked:

Nobody responds.

The mouse entered the little mansion and began to live in it. A frog-frog galloped up to the mansion and asked:

- I, little mouse! And who are you?

- And I'm a frog.

- Come live with me!

The frog jumped into the tower. The two of them began to live together.

A runaway bunny runs past. He stopped and asked:

Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?

- I, little mouse!

- I, frog-frog. And who are you?

- And I’m a runaway bunny.

- Come live with us!

The hare hops into the tower! The three of them began to live together.

The little fox-sister is coming. She knocked on the window and asked:

- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?

- I, little mouse.

- I, frog-frog.

- Me, the runaway bunny.

- And who are you?

- And I am a fox-sister.

- Come live with us!

The fox climbed into the mansion. The four of them began to live together.

A gray barrel top came running, looked in the door and asked:

- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?

- I, little mouse.

- I, frog-frog.

- Me, the runaway bunny.

- Me, little fox-sister.

- And who are you?

- And I am a top-gray barrel.

- Come live with us!

The wolf climbed into the mansion. Five of us began to live together.

Here they are all living in a little house, singing songs.

Suddenly a clubfoot bear walks past. The bear saw the tower, heard the songs, stopped and roared at the top of his lungs:

- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?

- I, little mouse.

- I, the frog-croak.

- Me, the runaway bunny.

- Me, little fox-sister.

- I, the top-gray barrel.

- And who are you?

- And I’m a clumsy bear.

- Come live with us!

The bear climbed into the tower. He climbed, climbed, climbed, couldn’t get in and said:

“I’d rather live on your roof.”

The bear climbed onto the roof. Just sat down - fuck! - crushed the tower.

The tower crackled, fell on its side and completely fell apart.

We barely managed to jump out of it: a little mouse, a frog, a little bunny, a little fox, a little sister, a little top - all safe and sound.

They began to carry logs, saw boards, and build a new mansion. They built it better than before!

Tolstoy Lev Nikolaevich “Three Bears”

One girl left home for the forest. She got lost in the forest and began to look for the way home, but didn’t find it, but came to a house in the forest.

The door was open: she looked at the door, saw that there was no one in the house, and entered. Three bears lived in this house. One bear had a father, his name was Mikhail Ivanovich. He was big and shaggy. The other was a bear. She was smaller, and her name was Nastasya Petrovna. The third was a little bear cub, and his name was Mishutka. The bears were not at home, they went for a walk in the forest.

There were two rooms in the house: one was a dining room, the other was a bedroom. The girl entered the dining room and saw three cups of stew on the table. The first cup, a very large one, was from Mikhail Ivanovich. The second cup, smaller, was Nastasya Petrovnina’s; the third, blue cup, was Mishutkina. Next to each cup lay a spoon: large, medium and small.

The girl took the largest spoon and sipped from the largest cup; then she took a middle spoon and sipped from the middle cup, then she took a small spoon and sipped from the blue cup; and Mishutka’s stew seemed to her the best.

The girl wanted to sit down and saw three chairs at the table: one large, Mikhail Ivanovich’s, another smaller one, Nastasya Petrovnin’s, and a third, small one, with a blue cushion, Mishutkin’s. She climbed onto a large chair and fell; then she sat on the middle chair, it was awkward, then she sat on the small chair and laughed, it felt so good. She took the blue cup on her lap and began to eat. She ate all the stew and began to rock on her chair.

The chair broke and she fell to the floor. She stood up, picked up the chair and went to another room. There were three beds there: one large - Mikhail Ivanichev's, the other medium - Nastasya Petrovnina's, the third small - Mishenkina's. The girl lay down in the big one; it was too spacious for her; I lay down in the middle—it was too high; She lay down in the small bed - the bed was just right for her, and she fell asleep.

And the bears came home hungry and wanted to have dinner. The big bear took his cup, looked and roared in a terrible voice: “Who drank in my cup!”

Nastasya Petrovna looked at her cup and growled not so loudly: “Who was slurping in my cup!”

And Mishutka saw his empty cup and squeaked in a thin voice: “Who sipped in my cup and swallowed it all!”

Mikhailo Ivanovich looked at his chair and growled in a terrible voice: “Who was sitting on my chair and moved it from its place!”

Nastasya Petrovna looked at her chair and growled not so loudly: “Who was sitting on my chair and moved it from its place!”

Mishutka looked at his broken chair and squeaked: “Who sat on my chair and broke it!”

The bears came to another room. “Who lay in my bed and rumpled it!” - Mikhailo Ivanovich roared in a terrible voice. “Who lay in my bed and rumpled it!” - Nastasya Petrovna growled not so loudly. And Mishenka set up a little bench, climbed into his crib and squealed in a thin voice: “Who went to my bed!” And suddenly he saw a girl and screamed as if he was being cut: “Here she is!” Hold it, hold it! Here she is! Here she is! Ay-yay! Hold it!”

He wanted to bite her. The girl opened her eyes, saw the bears and rushed to the window. The window was open, she jumped out the window and ran away. And the bears did not catch up with her.

Brothers Grimm, Jacob and Wilhelm "Pot of Porridge"

Once upon a time there lived a girl. The girl went into the forest to pick berries and met an old woman there.

“Hello, girl,” the old woman told her. - Give me some berries, please.

“Here, grandma,” says the girl.

The old woman ate some berries and said:

“You gave me some berries, and I’ll give you something too.” Here's a pot for you. All you have to do is say:

- One two Three,

Pot, cook! —

and he will begin to cook delicious, sweet porridge.

And you tell him:

- One two Three,

Don't cook anymore! —

and it will stop cooking.

“Thank you, grandma,” the girl said, took the pot and went home to her mother.

The mother was delighted with this pot.

And how can you not be happy? Without labor or hassle, it’s always delicious for lunch, sweet porridge ready.

One day a girl left the house somewhere, and her mother put the pot in front of her and said:

- One two Three,

Pot, cook! —

he started cooking. I cooked a lot of porridge. Mother ate and became full. And the pot cooks everything and cooks the porridge. How to stop him? It was necessary to say:

- One two Three,

Don't cook anymore! —

Yes, the mother forgot these words, and the girl was not at home.

The pot cooks and cooks. The whole room is full of porridge, there’s porridge in the hallway, there’s porridge on the porch, there’s porridge on the street, and he cooks and cooks everything.

The mother got scared and ran after the girl, so as not to get her across the road - the hot porridge was flowing like a river.

It’s good that the girl was not far from home. She saw what was happening on the street and ran home. Somehow she climbed onto the porch, opened the door and shouted:

- One two Three,

Don't cook anymore! —

and the pot stopped cooking porridge. And he cooked so much of it that anyone who had to travel from the village to the city had to eat his way through the porridge.

But no one complained about it. The porridge was very tasty and sweet.

Eskimo fairy tale “How the fox offended the bull”

One day a fox was walking along the seashore. And the goby, a sea fish, stuck out of the water and began to look at the chanterelle.

The fox saw the bull and sang:

- Bull, bull,

Goggle-eyed,

Goby, goby,

Largemouth,

Goby, goby,

Spiny barrel!

And the bull says to her:

- And you are shaggy, and your eyes are round! And you cannot live in the sea!

The little fox cried and ran home. Mother Fox asks:

- Who offended you, daughter? Why are you crying?

- How can I not cry? A sea goby offended me. He told me that I was shaggy and my eyes were round.

And the fox asks:

- And you didn’t tell him anything? Foxy says:

- Said.

- What did you tell him? - asked the fox.

“And I told him that he’s bug-eyed and has a big mouth.”

“You see,” said the mother fox, “you were the first to offend him.”

Let's switch necks! - suggested the piglet Button to the giraffe Longhorn.

I will give you mine, and you will give me yours.

Why do you need my neck? - asked the giraffe.

It will come in handy - answered the piglet. - With a long neck, it’s easier to copy dictation in class.

Why else?

And in the cinema, you can see everything from anywhere.

Well, what else?

You can get apples from tall trees.

Uh-uh, no! - said Dolgovyazik.

I will need such a wonderful neck myself!

Fairy tale "Fisher Cat"

One day the Cat went to the river to fish and met the Fox at the very edge of the river. The Fox waved her fluffy tail and said in a honeyed voice:

Hello, godfather, fluffy cat! I see you are going to catch fish?

Yes, I want to bring some fish to my kittens.

The fox lowered her eyes and asked very quietly:

Maybe you can treat me to some fish too? Otherwise it’s all chickens and ducks.

The cat grinned:

So be it. I'll give you the first fish.

I don’t know how to thank you.

My first fish, my first fish!..

And then, from behind the trunk of a shaggy spruce, a large, shaggy Gray Wolf came out to meet them.

Hello, brother! - Wolf wheezed. - Are you going fishing?

Yes, I want kittens

Well, will you throw me some fish, brother? Otherwise it’s all goats and sheep, goats and rams. I would like something lean!

The cat grinned:

OK. The first fish is for the Fox, and the second is for you!

Well done, brother! Thank you!

And the second one is mine! And the second one is mine!

Suddenly a Bear came out of the thicket. I saw a cat with a fishing rod and roar:

Hey son! Are you fishing?

I want it for kittens.

Listen, son, won’t you give me, an old man, some fish? I love fish to death! Otherwise they are all bulls and cows with horns and hooves.

The cat grinned into his mustache and said:

I promised the first fish to the Fox, the second to the Wolf, and you will have the third.

Let it be the third, but only the biggest one!

The Cat walks ahead, the Fox skips behind him, the Wolf sneaks behind the Fox, and the Bear waddles behind everyone.

The first fish is awesome, mine! - the fox whispers.

And the second one is mine,” the Wolf mutters.

And the third one is mine! - Bear growls.

So everyone came to the river. The cat took off the bag, placed the bucket next to it, and began to unwind the fishing rod. The Fox, Wolf and Bear settled down in the bushes nearby: they are waiting for their share of the catch.

The cat put a worm on the hook, threw out the fishing rod, sat down comfortably and stared at the float. The friends in the bushes also don’t take their eyes off the float. Are waiting.

The fox whispers:

Catch, fish, big and small.

And suddenly the float shook. Lisa gasped:

Oh, my fish is biting!

The float danced and jumped on the water; circles ran from him in all directions.

Pull! Pull! Get my fish! - Lisa shouted. The cat got scared and pulled. The fish flashed silver and went under the water with a splash.

Lost it! - Wolf wheezed. “I hurried up, stupid, and started screaming.” Well, now it's my turn! Mine won't break!

The Cat put a new worm on the hook and cast the fishing rod again. The Wolf rubs his paws and says:

Catch the fish, big and big. Get caught.

Just then the float shuddered and began to walk on the water. The cat has already taken the rod into his paw.

Don't pull! - the Wolf growls. - Give the fish a stronger hold.

The cat let go of the fishing rod, and the float suddenly stopped immediately.

Now get it! - commanded the Wolf.

The cat pulled the fishing rod - a bare hook was dangling at the end of the line.

Waited for it,” Lisa giggled. - Your fish ate the whole worm!

The cat put a new worm on the hook and cast the fishing rod for the third time.

Well, now it's quiet! - the Bear barked. - If you scare away my fish, I’ll tell you!.. Here it is!!!

The entire float went under the water, the fishing line was stretched like a string: it was about to break.

Ho-ho! - the Bear rejoices. - That's mine! As I punished, the biggest!

The cat can barely stay on the shore: the fish will drag him into the water. A terrible, mustachioed muzzle has already appeared from the water. That's catfish!

I'm the first, it's mine!.. I won't give it!!! - the Fox suddenly squealed and rushed into the river.

Noooo, you're being naughty. Mine will be! - the Wolf growled and dived after the Fox. The bear on the shore roars at the top of his lungs:

Robbed!.. Robbers!..

And in the water there is already a battle going on: the Wolf and the Fox are tearing fish from each other. The bear didn’t think long and, with a running start, also fell into the water.

The water in the river is boiling like a cauldron. Every now and then someone's head will pop up: now a fox's, now a wolf's, now a bear's. It is unknown why they are fighting. The fish had already swam away a long time ago.

The cat grinned in his mustache, reeled in the fishing rod and went to look for another place, where it was quieter.

Fairy tale "The Rabbit Who Was Not Afraid of Nobody"

Fame comes when you don't expect it. So she came to the gray rabbit Kocheryzhka, who one fine day became famous. That day, the rabbit Kocheryzhka met a Bear in the forest.

This is my tr-r-ropinka! - the Bear muttered, wanting to jokingly scare the rabbit. But Kocheryzhka didn’t even bat an ear, said hello and walked past as if nothing had happened.

The bear was even taken aback by surprise. That day, the Kocheryzhka rabbit collided with a Tiger on a suspension bridge.

Here I will show you! - The Tiger attacked the rabbit.

But the Kocheryzhka rabbit was not at all afraid. He just asked:

Is that what you said?

That day, the rabbit Kocheryzhka accidentally stepped on the paw of the Lion himself.

I'm going to crush you, little baby, in utter shock! - Lev growled menacingly.

Then he raised his hat, bowed and moved on. The tiger was even taken aback by such unheard-of audacity.

“I’m glad to see you,” said Kocheryzhka, smiled and patted the dumbfounded Lev on the back.

Eita's parrot saw and heard all this and chattered everywhere. Then the animals and birds began to praise in every possible way the rabbit Kocheryzhka, who is not afraid of anyone. No wonder they say that fame has wings. Kocheryzhka was just approaching his house, and fame was already waiting for the hero on his own street.

Well done! You're just great, Kocheryzhka! - the donkey Alphabet rushed towards him.

We have already renamed our Cabbage Street. It is now called “Street named after the Kocheryzhka rabbit.”

Wait! What are you saying? I hear nothing. Ah, I remembered! After all, yesterday I plugged my ears with cotton wool because the music behind the wall was preventing me from sleeping.

And the rabbit took the cotton wool out of his ears.

Now, it’s a completely different matter, I hear everything again. So what happened here? - he turned to the surprised donkey.

And then the donkey Alphabet understood why his friend Kocheryzhka was not afraid of either the Bear, or the Tiger, or even the Lion himself. He just didn’t hear their terrible threats. Or maybe he heard and wasn’t afraid? Who knows? But they did not rename the street. That's what it's called now - Kocheryzhkina Street. And when Kocheryzhka’s grandchildren pass along the street, they usually rush after them:

Look! There come the grandchildren of that same rabbit who was not afraid of anyone!

Fairy tale "Sister Fox and the Wolf"

From the collection of A.N. Afanasyev "Russian children's fairy tales"

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. One day the grandfather says to the woman:

You, woman, bake pies, and I will harness the sleigh and go after the fish.

He caught fish and is taking a whole load home. So he drives and sees: a fox curled up and lying on the road.

Grandfather got off the cart, went up to the fox, but she didn’t stir, she lay there as if dead.
- This will be a gift for my wife! - said the grandfather, took the fox and put it on the cart, and he himself walked ahead.

And that’s all the fox needs: she began to lightly throw everything out of the cart, one fish after another, one fish after another. She threw away all the fish and left.

Well, old woman, says the grandfather, what a collar I brought for your fur coat!

There, on the cart, are both fish and a collar.

A woman approached the cart: no collar, no fish, and began to scold her husband:

Oh you, so-and-so! You still decided to deceive!

Then the grandfather realized that the fox was not dead. I grieved and grieved, but there was nothing to do.

Meanwhile, the fox collected all the scattered fish into a pile, sat down on the road and eats for itself.

A gray wolf comes to her:

Hello, sister! Give me some fish!

Catch it yourself and eat it.

I can't!

Hey, I caught it! Go to the river, lower your tail into the hole, sit and say: “Catch, fish, both small and large! Catch, little fish, both small and great! The fish itself hangs on your tail and attaches itself.

The wolf ran to the river, lowered his tail into the hole, sat and said:

Catch, fish, big and small!

And the frost is getting stronger and stronger. The wolf's tail froze tightly. The wolf sat on the river all night.

And in the morning the women came to the ice hole for water, saw a wolf and shouted:

Wolf, wolf! Beat him!

The wolf goes back and forth, cannot pull out its tail. The woman threw the buckets and began to hit him with the yoke. Beat and beat, the wolf was eager and eager, tore off his tail and took off running.

A wolf is running, and a fox is running towards him, his head is bandaged with a scarf.

So, - the wolf cries, - did you teach me how to fish? They beat me up and tore off my tail!

Oh, little top! - says the fox. “They only tore off your tail, but they smashed my whole head.” I'm dragging my feet!

And that’s true, says the wolf. - Where should you go, fox? Get on me, I'll take you.

A fox rides on a wolf and chuckles: “The beaten one carries the unbeaten.” The wolf has neither reason nor sense!

Fairy tale "Fox with a rolling pin"

Russian folk tale

The fox was walking along the path and found a rolling pin. She picked it up and moved on. She came to the village and knocked on the hut:

Knock - knock - knock!

It's cramped without you.

Yes, I won’t displace you: I’ll lie down on the bench myself, my tail under the bench, the rolling pin under the stove.

They let her in.

So she lay down on the bench herself, her tail under the bench, the rolling pin under the stove. Early in the morning the fox got up, burned her rolling pin, and then asked:

Where's my rolling pin? Give me some chicken for her!

Man - there's nothing to do! - I gave her a chicken for a rolling pin. The fox took the chicken and walked and sang:

A fox walked along the path,

I found a rolling pin

For the rolling pin

I took the chicken!

She came to another village:

Knock - knock - knock!

Me, little fox-sister! Let me spend the night!

It's cramped without you.

Yes, I won’t push you aside: I’ll lie down on the bench myself, tail under the bench, chicken under the stove.

They let her in. The little fox lay down on the bench, her tail under the bench, and the chicken under the stove. Early in the morning the fox slowly got up, grabbed the chicken, ate it, and then said:

Where's my chicken? Give me a piece for it!

Nothing can be done, the owner had to give her a piece of chicken for the chicken.

The fox took the goose and walked and sang:

A fox was walking along the path.

I found a rolling pin

She took the chicken by the rolling pin,

I took a piece for the chicken!

In the evening she came to the third village:

Knock - knock - knock!

Me, little fox-sister! Let me spend the night!

It's cramped without you.

Yes, I won’t push you aside: I’ll lie down on the bench myself, tail under the bench, little bit under the stove.

They let her in. The little fox lay down on the bench, its tail under the bench, and its little tail under the stove. In the morning, just before it was light, the fox jumped up, grabbed the goose, ate it and said:

Where's my goose? Give me the girl for her!

And it’s a pity to give the girl away to the man. He put a big dog in a bag and gave it to the fox:

Take the girl, fox!

So the fox took the bag, went out onto the road and said:

Girl, sing songs!

And how the dog in the bag growls! The fox got scared, threw the bag - and ran... Then the dog jumped out of the bag - and followed her! The fox ran away from the dog, ran and scurried under a tree stump into a hole. Sits there and says:

My ears, my ears! What did you do?

We all listened.

What were you doing, little legs?

We all ran.

And you, little eyes?

We all looked.

What about you, tail?

And I kept stopping you from running.

And you kept getting in the way! Well, wait, I’ll ask you! - And stuck her tail out of the hole:

Eat it, dog! Then the dog grabbed the fox's tail, pulled the fox out of the hole and let's wag it!

Fairy tale "The Cockerel and the Bean Seed"

Russian folktale

Once upon a time there lived a cockerel and a hen. The cockerel was in a hurry, and the hen said:

Petya, take your time. Petya, don’t rush.

Once a cockerel pecked bean seeds in a hurry and choked. He's choked, can't breathe, looks like he's lying dead. The chicken got scared, rushed to the owner, shouting:

Oh, hostess, quickly give me some butter to lubricate the neck: he choked on a bean grain.

Run quickly to the cow, ask her for milk, and then I’ll whip up some 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 seed.

Go quickly to the owner. Let him bring me some fresh grass.

The chicken runs to its owner.

Master! Quickly give the cow fresh grass, she will give milk, the hostess will make butter from the milk, I will lubricate the cockerel’s neck with butter: he has choked, he lies not breathing.

Run quickly to the blacksmith for a scythe.

The chicken ran as fast as she could to the 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 seed.

The blacksmith gave the owner a new scythe, the owner cut 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!”

Fairy tale "Caught who bit"

The beaver ran to the badger and asked:

Is your footprint on the edge?

My! - answers the badger.

Well, I congratulate you! The fox is following your trail.

Where is it going? - the badger was scared.

Here he comes!

Maybe this is not your trail yet,” said the beaver.

Not mine. This is a mouse's footprint. It's behind him, that means the fox...

“Is it good to pester big ones?” asked the fox, grabbed the beaver and threw it away. The beaver fell straight into the hollow among the forest bees.

“I don’t eat honey,” the beaver said quickly. He's nasty.

The bees became indignant and rushed at the beaver.

No, no,” the beaver corrected himself, “the honey is wonderful, but I don’t eat it.”

And the badger caught up with the mouse and shouted:

Mouse, run!

Where to run? - the mouse was surprised.

The badger wanted to explain everything to him, but the fox from behind the tree shook his fist at the badger.

Uh-uh... - said the cowardly badger, - run wherever you want. Go. Go for a walk.

Why didn't you warn the mouse? - asked the beaver.

Why didn't you stop the fox? - asked the badger.

The mouse walked and did not notice anything. And the fox had already crept up very close. The mouse came out into the clearing, and there was a hut.

A hare sits in the window, drinks tea.

“Hey, little mouse,” said the hare, “and behind your back you have this... what’s his name... red fox.”

Where? - the mouse was happy.

He turned around, saw the fox and shouted:

Yeah! Gotcha biting!

And the mouse rushed at the fox. The fox was at first confused, but then he finally grabbed the mouse. And then a bear looked out of the window.

What's happened? - he asked.

“Oh... it’s nothing!” answered the hare. “They beat the fox.”

The fox got scared of the bear and let the mouse go. And the mouse hit the fox right in the nose.

The beaver and the badger watched from behind a bush behind this whole scene and “cheered” for the mouse.

Eh! That's not how you should have hit it! - said the beaver.

But as? - asked the badger.

Beaver showed how.

Get this of yours away from me!” the fox shouted and backed away from the mouse.

Finally the fox couldn't stand it anymore and ran away. The mouse chased him. The beaver and badger also gave chase. But the fox ran so fast that he was not caught.

“Don’t be afraid of him,” the mouse said to his friends. “If anything happens, call me.”

And they all sang a song together:

We are in good mood We walk through the forests.

Whoever wants to offend us will get a slap in the mustache himself.

Fairy tale "Different Wheels"

There is a stump, on the stump there is a little tower. And in the little house live the Mushka, the Frog, the Hedgehog and the Golden Scallop Cockerel. One day they went into the forest to pick flowers, mushrooms, and berries. We walked and walked through the forest and came out into a clearing. They look - and there is an empty cart. The cart is empty, but not simple - all the wheels are different: one is a very small wheel, another is a larger one, the third is a medium one, and the fourth is a big, very large wheel. The cart has apparently been standing for a long time: mushrooms are growing under it. Mushka, Frog, Hedgehog and Cockerel are standing, looking and surprised. Then the Hare jumped out of the bushes onto the road, also looking and laughing.

Is this your cart? - they ask the Hare.

No, this is the Bear's cart. He did it and did it, didn’t finish it and abandoned it. Here she stands.

“Let’s take the cart home,” said the Hedgehog. It will be useful on the farm.

“Come on,” said the others.

Everyone began to push the cart, but it wouldn’t go: all its wheels were different.

Again the Hedgehog guessed:

Let's take everything one wheel at a time.

Let's!

They took the wheels off the cart and drove home: the Fly is a small wheel, the Hedgehog is a larger one, the Frog is a medium one... And the Cockerel jumped onto the largest wheel, moves his legs, flaps his wings and shouts:

Ku-ka-re-ku!

The hare laughs: “Here are the weirdos, different wheels are rolling home!”

Meanwhile, Mushka, Hedgehog, Frog and Cockerel rolled the wheels home and wondered: what to do with them?

“I know,” said Mushka, and took the smallest wheel and made a spinning wheel. The hedgehog attached two sticks to his wheel and the car came out.

“I came up with the same idea,” said the Frog, and she attached a larger wheel to the well so that it would be easier to get water. And Cockerel lowered the big wheel into the stream, set up the millstones and built a mill.

All the wheels on the farm were useful: The fly spins threads on a spinning wheel, The Frog carries water from the well and waters the garden, The Hedgehog carries mushrooms, berries, and firewood from the forest in a wheelbarrow. And the Cockerel is grinding flour at the mill. Once the Hare came to them to see their life.

And he was received as a dear guest: Mushka knitted him mittens, Frog treated him to carrots from the garden, Hedgehog to mushrooms and berries, and Cockerel to pies and cheesecakes. The Hare felt ashamed.

Forgive me, he says, I laughed at you, but now I see that in skillful hands, different wheels can come in handy.

Fairy tale "Mitten"

Russian folktale

The grandfather was walking through the forest, and a dog was running after him. Grandfather walked and walked and dropped his mitten. Here is a mouse running, got into this mitten and says:

This is where I will live.

And at this time the frog is jumping-jumping! asks:

Who, who lives in a mitten?

Scratching mouse. And who are you?

And I'm a jumping frog. Let me go too!

There are already two of them. The bunny is running. He ran up to the mitten and asked:

Who, who lives in a mitten?

Scratching mouse, jumping frog. And who are you?

And I'm a runaway bunny. Let me in too!

Go. There are already three of them.

The fox runs:

Who, who lives in a mitten?

A scratching mouse, a jumping frog and a running bunny. And who are you?

And I am a fox-sister. Let me in too!

There are already four of them sitting there. Lo and behold, the top runs - and also towards the mitten, and asks: - Who, who lives in the mitten?

A scratching mouse, a jumping frog, a running bunny and a little fox sister. And who are you?

And I am a top - a gray barrel. Let me in too!

Well, go!

This one got in too, and there were already five of them. Out of nowhere, a boar wanders:

Hro-hro-hro, who lives in a mitten?

A scratching mouse, a jumping frog, a running bunny, a little fox-sister and a top - a gray barrel. And who are you?

And I'm a tusker boar. Let me in too! Here's the problem, everyone's gotta play it safe.

You won't even fit in!

I’ll get in somehow, let me in!

Well, what can you do, climb!

This one got in too. There are already six of them. And they are so cramped that they can’t turn around! And then the branches began to crack: a bear crawls out and also approaches the mitten, roaring:

Who, who lives in a mitten?

A scratching mouse, a jumping frog, a running bunny, a little fox-sister, a gray barrel top and a tusker boar. And who are you?

Gu-gu-gu, there are too many of you here! And I am a bear-father. Let me in too!

How can we let you in? It's already cramped.

Yes somehow!

Well, go ahead, just from the edge!

This one got in too - there were seven of us, and it was so crowded that his mitten was about to tear. Meanwhile, the grandfather missed it - there was no mitten. He then returned to look for her. And the dog ran forward. She ran and ran and looked - the mitten was lying there and moving. The dog then: - Woof-woof-woof! The animals got scared, escaped from the mitten - and scattered through the forest. And grandfather came and took the mitten.

Fairy tale "Straw bull, tar barrel"

Russian folktale

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. They lived poorly. They had neither a goat nor a chicken. So grandma says to grandpa:

Grandfather, make me a straw bull and tar it.

Why do you need such a bull? - the grandfather was surprised.

Do it, I know why.

Grandfather made a bull out of straw and tarred it. The next morning, the woman drove the bull out into the meadow to graze, and she went home. Then a bear comes out of the forest. I saw a bull, approached him and asked:

Who are you?

If you are made of tar, give me straw to patch up your torn side.

Take it! - says the bull.

The bear grabs him by the side - and he’s stuck and can’t tear his paw off.


Meanwhile, the woman looked out the window and to her grandfather:

Grandfather, the bull caught a bear for us.

The grandfather jumped out, pulled the bear away and threw it into the cellar. The next day the woman again drove the bull out into the meadow to graze, and she went home. Then a gray wolf jumps out of the forest. The wolf saw the bull and asked:

Who are you? Tell me!

I am a straw bull, a tar barrel.

If you are tar, give me some tar to tar the side, otherwise the dogs will strip it.

The wolf wanted to tear off the resin, but it stuck. And the woman looked out the window and saw that the bull was dragging a wolf. I told my grandfather quickly. And the grandfather put the wolf in the cellar.

The next day the woman took the bull to graze again. This time the fox came running to the bull.

Who are you? - the fox asks the bull.

I am a straw bull, a tar barrel.

Give me a little straw, little bull, to put on my side, otherwise the dogs almost took my skin off.

The fox also stuck. Grandfather put the fox in the cellar. And the next day they caught the bunny too.

So the grandfather sat down by the cellar and began to sharpen the knife. And the bear asks him:

Grandfather, why are you sharpening the knife?

I want to skin you and sew you down to a sheepskin coat.

Oh, don’t destroy it, set it free, and I’ll bring you honey. The grandfather let the bear go, and he continued to sharpen the knife.

Grandfather, why are you sharpening the knife? - asks the wolf.

I’ll skin you and sew your hats.

Oh, let me go, grandfather, I’ll bring you some sheep.

The grandfather let the wolf go, but he continued to sharpen the knife. The fox stuck out its muzzle and asked:

Grandfather! Why are you sharpening your knife?

Oh, your fox skin for the collar is beautiful.

Don’t ruin me, grandpa, I’ll bring you geese.

Grandfather, why are you sharpening your knife now?

Bunnies have soft, warm skin - they make good mittens.

Don't ruin me! I'll bring you some beads and ribbons, let me go free. Grandfather let him go too.

The next morning, just before dawn, someone knocks on their door. Grandfather looked out - and the bear had brought a whole beehive of honey. Grandfather took the honey, just lay down, and at the door again: knock-knock! The grandfather came out - and it was the wolf who had driven the sheep. Soon the fox brought chickens, geese and all sorts of birds. And the bunny brought beads, earrings, and ribbons. That’s why both grandfather and woman are happy. They have healed well since then.

An invaluable source of wisdom and inspiration for a child. In this section you can read your favorite fairy tales online for free and give children the first most important lessons of world order and morality. It is from the magical narrative that children learn about good and evil, and also that these concepts are far from absolute. Each fairy tale presents its short description , which will help parents choose a topic that is relevant to the child’s age and give him a choice.

Fairy tale title	Source	Rating
Vasilisa the Beautiful	Russian traditional	430227
Morozko	Russian traditional	300344
Aibolit	Korney Chukovsky	1225150
The Adventures of Sinbad the Sailor	Arabian tale	264164
Snowman	Andersen H.K.	157395
Moidodyr	Korney Chukovsky	1210515
Porridge from an ax	Russian traditional	323601
The Scarlet Flower	Aksakov S.T.	1753427
Teremok	Russian traditional	502993
Fly Tsokotukha	Korney Chukovsky	1333379
Mermaid	Andersen H.K.	549245
Fox and crane	Russian traditional	251026
Barmaley	Korney Chukovsky	555097
Fedorino grief	Korney Chukovsky	945897
Sivka-Burka	Russian traditional	230868
Green oak near Lukomorye	Pushkin A.S.	922563
Twelve months	Samuel Marshak	1034566
The Bremen Town Musicians	Brothers Grimm	300863
Puss in Boots	Charles Perrault	509570
The Tale of Tsar Saltan	Pushkin A.S.	750867
The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish	Pushkin A.S.	682253
The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Knights	Pushkin A.S.	341725
The Tale of the Golden Cockerel	Pushkin A.S.	281055
Thumbelina	Andersen H.K.	248576
The Snow Queen	Andersen H.K.	288084
Fast walkers	Andersen H.K.	35408
sleeping Beauty	Charles Perrault	133677
Little Red Riding Hood	Charles Perrault	292604
Tom Thumb	Charles Perrault	207322
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs	Brothers Grimm	196535
Snow White and Alotsvetik	Brothers Grimm	50359
The wolf and the seven Young goats	Brothers Grimm	164613
Hare and hedgehog	Brothers Grimm	150743
Mrs. Metelitsa	Brothers Grimm	106476
Sweet porridge	Brothers Grimm	214574
Princess on the Pea	Andersen H.K.	130559
Crane and Heron	Russian traditional	37556
Cinderella	Charles Perrault	446632
The Tale of a Stupid Mouse	Samuel Marshak	400759
Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves	Arabian tale	162244
Aladdin's magic lamp	Arabian tale	284256
Cat, rooster and fox	Russian traditional	163325
Chicken Ryaba	Russian traditional	403571
Fox and cancer	Russian traditional	102650
Fox-sister and wolf	Russian traditional	107502
Masha and the Bear	Russian traditional	334784
The Sea King and Vasilisa the Wise	Russian traditional	108802
Snow Maiden	Russian traditional	68374
Three piglets	Russian traditional	2317215
ugly duck	Andersen H.K.	151504
Wild Swans	Andersen H.K.	69430
Flint	Andersen H.K.	84677
Ole Lukoje	Andersen H.K.	151504
The Steadfast Tin Soldier	Andersen H.K.	54526
Baba Yaga	Russian traditional	152623
Magic pipe	Russian traditional	156505
Magic ring	Russian traditional	189488
Grief	Russian traditional	25749
Swan geese	Russian traditional	118586
Daughter and stepdaughter	Russian traditional	27512
Ivan Tsarevich and the Grey Wolf	Russian traditional	84469
Treasure	Russian traditional	56760
Kolobok	Russian traditional	198595
Living water	Brothers Grimm	97618
Rapunzel	Brothers Grimm	169886
Rumplestiltskin	Brothers Grimm	52707
A pot of porridge	Brothers Grimm	92621
King Thrushbeard	Brothers Grimm	32342
little people	Brothers Grimm	72037
Hansel and Gretel	Brothers Grimm	38504
golden goose	Brothers Grimm	48192
Mrs. Metelitsa	Brothers Grimm	25679
Worn out shoes	Brothers Grimm	37863
Straw, coal and bean	Brothers Grimm	32416
twelve brothers	Brothers Grimm	25800
Spindle, weaving shuttle and needle	Brothers Grimm	31052
Friendship between cat and mouse	Brothers Grimm	44215
Kinglet and bear	Brothers Grimm	31064
Royal children	Brothers Grimm	27371
Brave Little Tailor	Brothers Grimm	40107
crystal ball	Brothers Grimm	80181
Queen Bee	Brothers Grimm	53232
Smart Gretel	Brothers Grimm	25412
Three lucky ones	Brothers Grimm	25621
Three spinners	Brothers Grimm	24877
Three snake leaves	Brothers Grimm	25613
Three brothers	Brothers Grimm	25650
The Old Man of the Glass Mountain	Brothers Grimm	25520
The Tale of a Fisherman and His Wife	Brothers Grimm	25133
underground man	Brothers Grimm	38004
Donkey	Brothers Grimm	27756
Ocheski	Brothers Grimm	23937
The Frog King, or Iron Henry	Brothers Grimm	25615
Six swans	Brothers Grimm	33634
Marya Morevna	Russian traditional	60704
Wonderful miracle, wonderful miracle	Russian traditional	50905
Two frosts	Russian traditional	49767
Most expensive	Russian traditional	41182
Wonderful shirt	Russian traditional	49858
Frost and hare	Russian traditional	50376
How the fox learned to fly	Russian traditional	58880
Ivan the Fool	Russian traditional	45372
Fox and jug	Russian traditional	32262
bird tongue	Russian traditional	28094
The soldier and the devil	Russian traditional	26468
Crystal Mountain	Russian traditional	32649
Tricky Science	Russian traditional	35535
Smart guy	Russian traditional	27327
Snow Maiden and Fox	Russian traditional	76439
Word	Russian traditional	26652
Fast messenger	Russian traditional	26337
Seven Simeons	Russian traditional	26063
About the old grandmother	Russian traditional	28939
Go there - I don’t know where, bring something - I don’t know what	Russian traditional	64524
At the behest of the pike	Russian traditional	91772
Rooster and millstones	Russian traditional	25620
Shepherd's Piper	Russian traditional	54222
Petrified Kingdom	Russian traditional	26672
About rejuvenating apples and living water	Russian traditional	48242
Goat Dereza	Russian traditional	44815
Ilya Muromets and Nightingale the Robber	Russian traditional	41537
Cockerel and bean seed	Russian traditional	69252
Ivan - peasant son and miracle Yudo	Russian traditional	38002
Three Bears	Russian traditional	581639
Fox and black grouse	Russian traditional	27742
Tar barrel	Russian traditional	99477
Baba Yaga and berries	Russian traditional	49655
Battle on Kalinov Bridge	Russian traditional	26714
Finist - Clear Falcon	Russian traditional	65849
Princess Nesmeyana	Russian traditional	172544
Tops and roots	Russian traditional	73791
Winter hut of animals	Russian traditional	50077
flying ship	Russian traditional	93992
Sister Alyonushka and brother Ivanushka	Russian traditional	48978
Golden comb cockerel	Russian traditional	57699
Zayushkin's hut	Russian traditional	157637

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 he should not trust strangers unconditionally. 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 a child to be optimistic and resist various kinds of life 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 so much comprehensive development child's early speech development.

What kinds of fairy tales are there for children?

Fairy tales are different: magical - exciting children's imagination a riot of fantasy; household - telling about a 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. Our website presents a large number of such fairy tales. Here you can read for free what will be interesting to your baby. Convenient navigation will help you search the required material fast 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!

I think it’s time to add another portion of interesting children’s reading to our collection. Moreover, my review of books for children 2-3 years old has been started a long time ago and is not finished. you can find an article with a selection of books by foreign authors, as well. And since Russian writers and Russian folk art have so far been undeservedly deprived of attention, we will talk about them today.

Many of the books on today's list are familiar to all of us from an early age. Chukovsky, Mikhalkov and Marshak were perhaps the main books of my childhood. However, thanks to my daughter, I discovered other wonderful Russian authors whose existence I had never even suspected before. These are Renata Mukha, Vadim Levin, Genrikh Sapgir and many others. You can read more about all of them below.

• R. Mukha, V. Levin, V. Lunin “Polite Elephant” (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)

I'll start with a collection of poems, which for a long time was our absolute favorite. With this book we sincerely laughed, were surprised, and looked at the bizarre illustrations. The poems here are endowed with a share of mischief and subtle humor, which, by the way, is quite understandable to a child from 2-2.5 years old. And, it should be noted that, despite the entertaining note in the text, there is certainly something to discuss and remember.

Krasovskaya’s illustrations deserve special attention. First of all, there are a lot of them. Secondly, they are bright, infinitely kind and very funny. They are perfect for this funny text.

I also really liked the collection of poems Renata Mukha “Good Bad Weather” (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop) (or its analogue " Stung already"), I gave it to my friends when “Polite Elephant” was not on sale. A large format book with no less wonderful illustrations by Antonenkov, Renata Mukha’s poems in this book are the same as in “Polite Elephant”, one drawback - there is no Levin and Lunin. And the book is beyond praise.

• A. Barto "Poems" (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)

I think 2-3 summer child already knows by heart “The Mistress Abandoned the Bunny” and “Dropped the Teddy Bear on the Floor”, but the collection “Toys” is, although the most famous, it is far from the only collection that Agnia Lvovna left us as a legacy. For me, for example, her poems from the cycles “Vovka is a kind soul”, “ Younger brother", "Nastenka", "I'm growing." These are just wonderful poems about guys, about their ordinary everyday problems and discoveries. The "Children's" theme makes them very close and understandable for children. And I consider the poems from the “Younger Brother” series generally necessary if another baby is born or is expected in the family, because... they teach care and kindness towards children. All poems are easy and accessible. Best for children over 2 years old.

Poems from the above-mentioned cycles are published in one form or another in various collections. Unfortunately, we were given not the most successful edition of Barto, I would even say one of the most unsuccessful, with tacky computer illustrations. The book, of course, is not suitable for instilling artistic taste in a child, but my daughter latched on to it so much that she had to put up with these tasteless pictures and read whatever she was asked to read.

Fortunately, you can find better editions in stores, for example, such.

• Z. Aleksandrova “Poems” (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)

Perhaps Tasin’s favorite poem is Alexandrova’s “About a Girl Yes and a Boy No,” but there are many other good and memorable poems in the collection. Like Barto, Alexandrova’s poems are also mainly about children: about how they play hide-and-seek, play horse, build a scooter, pick flowers, and so on. If we compare it with Barto, the book was still not so beloved by us (some poems seemed difficult to understand and not so catchy), but overall the book takes a worthy place in our library.

• “The White House and the Black Cat” retold by B. Zakhoder (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)

Have you ever heard of the artist Tralislav Trulyalinsky, who lives in Pripevaisk, on Veselinsky Lane? If not yet, then you definitely need to meet this cheerful artist and his family, who dance and sing all day long! He lives on the pages of this short collection of funny and unusual Polish poems in the brilliant retelling of Boris Zakhoder. When reading the book, it evokes a storm of emotions in my child. And although there are only 3 poems here, they don’t get boring. I recommend it to get in a good mood.

• I. Tokmakova “Where the Fish Sleeps” (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)

Another famous Soviet poetess is Irina Tokmakova. We present her work in the form of a small but very wonderful collection “Where the Fish Sleeps”. The poems are very lively and playful, the style is light and pleasant, and there is also humor. We read it with pleasure and learned the entire book by heart.

Another example of a good collection by Tokmakova - "The sun goes around in circles" (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop).

• G. Sapgir “Forests-miracles” (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)

Perhaps someone remembers Sapgir’s work from their childhood, but I met him quite recently, together with my daughter. On first reading, the poems seem quite unusual and the rhymes unconventional. But the more you read, the more you get into it. And now the text flows like a song.

This amazing book smells like a fairy tale. Everything here is unusual: in the miracle forests, an owl welcomes a bear, a deer plays tag, a kind lion offers its paw to passers-by, and in the land of Laughter there live laughers who can even laugh at an evil dragon so much that it burns to the ground. Reading this book, you are immersed in the fairy-tale worlds that the author has outlined. I really don’t want to leave them. The drawings very harmoniously complement the text and are just as magical.

• I. Surikov “Childhood” (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)

I have already written about this magnificent book.

• WITH. Mikhalkov “The most favorite fairy tales and poems for kids” (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)

I can’t imagine raising a child without Mikhalkov’s poems, probably because they were read to me most often in childhood, and Uncle Styopa and stubborn Foma were too firmly entrenched in my head. So my assessment will definitely not be objective, and how can one evaluate a classic that has been tested over the years. Every child should have this book!

And Mikhalkov also has an amazing talent, without any tediousness (like, for example, Prokofieva), in a sweet and funny manner, telling children about their little flaws in behavior, whims, and stubbornness.

In our collection ( follow the link for a complete analogue of our book), perhaps the most complete collection of Mikhalkov's fairy tales and poems. The only thing I didn’t really like about the collection is that it contains a lot of completely different artists, and I can’t say that I liked all the illustrations.

• K. Chukovsky “Fairy Tales” (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)

• S. Marshak “Poems and Fairy Tales” (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)

• V. Suteev in fairy tales and pictures (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)

There are a huge number of collections united by Suteev’s pictures. When purchasing, be sure to read the contents, because... they often publish works by Mikhalkov, Marshak, Chukovsky, and perhaps you already have them.

• Russian folk tales (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)

To be honest, my attitude towards Russian folk tales is ambiguous. And although I can’t help but read them to my child (they are classics, after all), I often don’t understand what their moral is. Yes, of course, in some fairy tales there are useful ideas, for example, not to let an unfamiliar wolf into the house, as in “The Wolf and the Seven Little Kids,” or not to go far into the forest without girlfriends, as in “Masha and the Bear.” But I don’t understand at all what the moral of those fairy tales is, where the best bride and life goes to a lazy fool, and why the fairy tale teaches us to hope for a wonderful pike, white-breasted burka or magic ring, and not on your own. There are some fairy tales that even frighten you with their cruelty, such as “Tereshechka,” where Chuvilikha fried and ate her daughter. Having thoroughly familiarized myself with folk art, I decided to still read fairy tales, but with some filtering and explanation.

To introduce my daughter to folklore, I chose a collection from the AST publishing house. I liked the quantity and quality of the pictures here, the presentation of the fairy tales themselves (and it must be said that it differs significantly from collection to collection). Here there are not only the simplest fairy tales, like Kolobok and Teremok, but also those that are longer and more complex.

Many fairy tales can also be found separately, for example, in the following publications:

• "Straw bull - tar barrel" (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)

• (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)

This is a Georgian folk tale with the favorite plot of “Bring me this first, then I will give you that” (as in “The Cockerel and the Beanstalk”). It was published quite decently by the Nigma publishing house.

• "Talkingfairy tales» (Ozon, My-shop, Read)

Well, for a change you can read the so-called “talking fairy tales”. Their essence is that when a certain word appears in the text, you need to press a button with the corresponding sound. For example, when reading the words “Martynka felt sorry cat ...”, the baby clicks on the image of a kitten and hears meowing. Taisiya still enjoys this kind of entertainment, which is why these books, having outlived many of their “colleagues,” still live on our shelves and never go into the closet.

A. Remizov “Fingers”

Once upon a time there were five fingers - the same ones that everyone knows on their hand: thumb, index, middle, ring - all four are large, and the fifth little finger is small.

Somehow my fingers got hungry.

Big says:

- Come on, brothers, let's eat something, it hurts.

And the other says:

- What are we going to eat?

“Let’s break open mother’s box and eat some sweet cakes,” says the nameless one.

“We’ll eat enough,” said the fourth, “but this little one will tell his mother everything.”

“If I tell you,” the little finger swore, “let me not grow any more.”

So they broke open the box with their fingers, ate their fill of sweet cakes, and they were starved.

My mother came home and saw that her fingers were stuck together and asleep, but one of them was not sleeping—the little finger. He told her everything.

And that’s why the little finger remained forever - the little finger, and those four have not eaten anything since then, and the hungry are clutching at everything from hunger.

L. Tolstoy “Bone”

True story

The mother bought plums and wanted to give them to the children after lunch. They were on the plate. Vanya never ate plums and kept sniffing them. And he really liked them. I really wanted to eat them. He kept walking past the plums. When there was no one in the upper room, he could not resist, grabbed one plum and ate it. Before dinner, the mother counted the plums and saw that one was missing. She told her father.

At dinner, the father says: “What, children, didn’t anyone eat one plum?” Everyone said: "No." Vanya turned red as a lobster and also said: “No, I didn’t eat.”

Then the father said: “Whatever one of you has eaten is not good; but that's not the problem. The trouble is that plums have seeds, and if someone doesn’t know how to eat them and swallows a seed, he will die within a day. I'm afraid of this."

Vanya turned pale and said: “No, I threw the bone out the window.”

And everyone laughed, and Vanya began to cry.

K. Ushinsky “Cockerel with his family”

A cockerel walks around the yard: there is a red comb on his head, and a red beard under his nose. Petya’s nose is a chisel, Petya’s tail is a wheel, there are patterns on his tail, and spurs on his legs. Petya rakes the pile with his paws and calls the hens and chicks together:

- Crested hens! Busy hostesses! Motley-pockmarked! Little black and white! Gather together with the chickens, with the little children: I have saved you some grain!

The hens and chicks gathered and cackled; If they didn’t share the grain, they got into a fight.

Petya the cockerel doesn’t like unrest - now he has reconciled his family: he ate one for his crest, he for his cowlick, he ate a grain, flew up onto the fence, flapped his wings, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

“Ku-ka-re-ku!”

K. Ushinsky “Vaska”

Little cat - gray pubis. Vasya is affectionate and cunning, with velvet paws and a sharp claw. Vasyutka has sensitive ears, a long mustache, and a silk fur coat. The cat caresses, bends over, wags its tail, closes its eyes, sings a song, but if you come across a mouse, don’t be angry! The eyes are big, the paws are like steel, the teeth are crooked, the claws are protruding!

K. Ushinsky “Fox Patrikeevna”

The gossamer fox has sharp teeth and a thin snout; ears on the top of the head, a tail on the fly, a warm fur coat.

The godfather is well dressed: the fur is fluffy and golden; There is a vest on the chest and a white tie on the neck.

The fox walks quietly, bends down to the ground as if bowing; 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.

Everyone would like the little fox to be a good housewife, but the robber fox is cunning: she loves chickens, she loves ducks, she will break the neck of a fat goose, she will not have mercy on even a rabbit.

K. Ushinsky “Ducks”

Vasya is sitting on the bank; He watches how the ducks tumble in the pond: they hide their wide noses in the water, and dry their yellow paws in the sun. They ordered Vasya to guard the ducks, and they went to the water - both old and young. How can I get them home now? So Vasya started clicking ducks:

- Duck-duck-duck! Gluttonous chatterboxes, wide noses, webbed paws! You've had enough of carrying around worms, plucking grass, swallowing mud, stuffing crops - it's time for you to go home!

Vasya’s ducklings obeyed, went ashore, walked home, waddled from foot to foot.

K. Ushinsky “Wind and Sun”

One day the Sun and the angry North Wind started a dispute about which of them was stronger. They argued for a long time and finally decided to measure their strength against the traveler, who at that very time was riding on horseback along the high road.

“Look,” said the Wind, “how I’ll fly at him: I’ll instantly tear off his cloak.”

He said - and began to blow as hard as he could. But the more the Wind tried, the tighter the traveler wrapped himself in his cloak: he grumbled about the bad weather, but rode further and further. The wind became angry, fierce, and showered the poor traveler with rain and snow; Cursing the Wind, the traveler put his cloak into the sleeves and tied it with a belt. At this point the Wind himself became convinced that he could not pull off his cloak.

The sun, seeing the powerlessness of its rival, smiled, looked out from behind the clouds, warmed and dried the earth, and at the same time the poor half-frozen traveler. Feeling the warmth of the sun's rays, he perked up, blessed the Sun, took off his cloak, rolled it up and tied it to the saddle.

“You see,” the meek Sun then said to the angry Wind, “you can do much more with affection and kindness than with anger.”

M. Gorky “Sparrow”

Sparrows are exactly the same as people: adult sparrows and female sparrows are boring little birds and talk about everything as it is written in books, but young people live by their own minds.

Once upon a time there lived a yellow-throated sparrow, his name was Pudik, and he lived above the window of the bathhouse, behind the upper casing, in a warm nest made of tow, moths and other soft materials. He had not yet tried to fly, but he was already flapping his wings and kept looking out of the nest: he wanted to quickly find out what God’s world is and is it suitable for him?

- I'm sorry, what? - the mother sparrow asked him.

He shook his wings and, looking at the ground, chirped:

- Too black, too much!

Dad flew in, brought bugs to Pudik and boasted:

- Am I still alive?

Mother Sparrow approved of him:

- Chiv, chiv!

And Pudik swallowed bugs and thought:

“What do they boast about - they gave a worm with legs - a miracle!”

And he kept leaning out of the nest, looking at everything.

“Child, child,” the mother worried, “look, you’ll go crazy!”

- With what, with what? - Pudik asked.

“Nothing, but you’ll fall to the ground, cat—chick!” - and gobble it up! - the father explained, flying off to hunt.

So everything went on, but the wings were in no hurry to grow. One day the wind blew and Pudik asked:

- I'm sorry, what?

- The wind will blow on you - teal! and throws it to the ground - to the cat! - explained the mother.

Pudik didn’t like this, so he said:

- Why do trees sway? Let them stop, then there will be no wind...

His mother tried to explain to him that this was not so, but he did not believe it - he liked to explain everything in his own way. A man walks past the bathhouse, waving his arms.

“The cat tore off his wings,” said Pudik, “only the bones remained!”

- This is a man, they are all wingless! - said the sparrow.

- Why?

- They have such a rank that they can live without wings, they always jump on their feet, huh?

- If they had wings, they would catch us, like dad and I catch midges...

- Nonsense! - said Pudik. - Nonsense, nonsense! Everyone should have wings. It’s worse on the ground than in the air!.. When I grow up big, I’ll make everyone fly.

Pudik did not believe his mother; He didn’t yet know that if he didn’t trust his mother, it would end badly.

He sat on the very edge of the nest and sang his own poems at the top of his lungs:

- Eh, wingless man,

You have two legs

Even though you are very great,

The midges are eating you!

And I'm very small

But I eat midges myself.

He sang and sang, and fell out of the nest, and the sparrow was behind him, and the cat - red, green eyes - was right there.

Pudik got scared, spread his wings, swayed on his gray legs and chirped:

- I have the honor, I have the honor...

And the sparrow pushes him aside, her feathers stood on end - scary, brave, her beak opened - aiming at the cat's eye.

- Get away, get away! Fly, Pudik, fly to the window, fly...

Fear lifted the sparrow from the ground, he jumped, flapped his wings - once, once and - on the window!

Then his mother flew up - without a tail, but in great joy, sat down next to him, pecked him on the back of the head and said:

- I'm sorry, what?

- Well! - said Pudik. - You can’t learn everything at once!

And the cat sits on the ground, cleaning sparrow feathers from her paw, looks at them - red, green eyes - and meows regretfully:

- Myaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaandaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalittle sparrow, it’s like we-yyshka... mea-alas...

And everything ended well, if you forget that mom was left without a tail...

L. Panteleev “How a pig learned to speak”

Once I saw a very little girl teaching a piglet to speak. The pig she came across was very smart and obedient, but for some reason he never wanted to speak like a human being. And no matter how hard the girl tried, nothing worked for her.

She, I remember, says to him:

- Little pig, say: mom!

And he answered her:

- Oink-oink!

- Little pig, say: dad!

- Oink-oink!

- Say: tree!

- Oink-oink!

- Say: flower!

- Oink-oink!

- Say: hello!

- Oink-oink!

- Say: goodbye!

- Oink-oink!

I looked and looked, listened and listened, I felt sorry for both the pig and the girl. I speak:

“You know what, my dear, you should still have told him to say something simpler.” Because he is still small, it is difficult for him to pronounce such words.

She says:

- What’s simpler? What word?

—: Well, ask him, for example, to say: oink-oink.

The girl thought a little and said:

- Little pig, please say: oink-oink!

The pig looked at her and said:

- Oink-oink!

The girl was surprised, delighted, and clapped her hands.

“Well,” he says, “finally!” Learned!

L. Panteleev “Carousels”

A game

One day Masha and I were sitting in my room and each doing our own thing. She prepared her homework, and I wrote a story. And so I wrote two or three pages, got a little tired, stretched and yawned several times. And Masha told me:

- Oh, dad! That's not what you're doing!..

Of course, I was surprised:

- So what am I doing wrong? Am I yawning wrong?

- No, you yawn correctly, but you stretch incorrectly.

- How is this not so?

- Yes. That's right, not like that.

And she showed it to me. You probably all know this. All schoolchildren and preschoolers know this. During classes, the teacher announces a short break, the children stand up and read the following poems in chorus:

The wind is blowing in our faces.

The tree swayed.

- Wind, quiet, quiet, quiet!

The tree is growing higher and higher!

And at the same time, everyone shows with their hands how the wind blows in the face, how the tree sways and how it then grows higher and higher, up to the sky.

To be honest, I liked it. And from then on, whenever Masha and I had to work together, we did this exercise with her every half hour - we swayed, stretched out and blew in our faces. But then we got tired of playing the same thing. And we came up with a slightly similar, but different game. Try it, maybe some of you will like it too?

Face your neighbor. Clap one another crosswise, palm to palm. And read it loudly together:

Carousels, carousels!

You and I got into the boat

And wow!..

And when we set off, show us how it was - use the oars.

Carousels, carousels!

You and I got on a horse

And wow!..

Now ride on horseback. Hop! Hop! Push the horse, but not too much, it doesn’t hurt.

Carousels, carousels!

You and I got into the car

And wow!..

Turn the steering wheel. Our Volga is going great. You can even, perhaps, beep:

B-b-i-i-i!

And our carousel keeps spinning and spinning, faster and faster. Where else? Yeah! We came up with it!

Carousels, carousels!

On the plane

You and I sat down

And wow!..

Hands to the side! The plane is ready. Let's fly!.. Hurray!..

An airplane is good, but a rocket is better.

Carousels, carousels!

You and I boarded a rocket

And wow!..

Hands above your head. Place your fingertips together. Sit down! Get ready for launch! 3-z-z-zig! Let's fly! Just don’t break through the ceiling, or you might actually fly into space.

And if you stay on the ground, then you can ride a sled, or a scooter, or something else... You can come up with that yourself!

A. N. Tolstoy “Hedgehog”

The calf saw the hedgehog and said:

- I will eat you!

The hedgehog didn’t know that the calf didn’t eat hedgehogs, he got scared, curled up into a ball and snorted:

- Try...

With its tail raised, the stupid calf jumped up and down, trying to butt it, then spread its front legs and licked the hedgehog.

- Oh oh oh! - the calf roared and ran to the mother cow, complaining: - The hedgehog bit me on the tongue.

The cow raised her head, looked thoughtfully and again began to tear the grass.

And the hedgehog rolled into a dark hole under a rowan root and said to the hedgehog:

“I defeated a huge beast, it must have been a lion!”

And the glory of Yezhov’s courage went beyond the blue lake, beyond the dark forest.

“Our hedgehog is a hero,” the animals whispered in fear.

A. N. Tolstoy “Fox”

A fox slept under an aspen tree and dreamed of thieves.

Whether the fox is sleeping or not, there is still no way for the animals to live from it.

And the hedgehog, woodpecker and crow took up arms against the fox.

The woodpecker and the crow flew forward, and the hedgehog rolled after them.

A woodpecker and a crow sat on an aspen tree...

“Knock...knock...knock...” the woodpecker knocked on the bark with its beak.

And the fox had a dream - as if a scary man was waving an ax and approaching her.

The hedgehog runs up to the aspen tree and the crow shouts to him:

- Carr, hedgehog!.. Carr, hedgehog!..

“Eat chicken,” the fox thinks, “the damned man guessed.”

And behind the hedgehog the hedgehogs roll, puff, waddle...

- Carr, hedgehogs! - the crow screamed.

“Guard, knit!” - the fox thought, and how she jumped up awake, and the hedgehogs hit her nose with needles...

“They cut off my nose, death has come,” the fox gasped and ran.

The woodpecker jumped on her and began to hammer the fox's head.

And the crow followed: “Carr.”

Since then, the fox no longer went into the forest and did not steal.

Survived the murderer.

A. N. Tolstoy “Cockerels”

On Baba Yaga's hut, on a wooden shutter, nine cockerels are carved. Red heads, golden wings.

Night will come, the woodies and kikimoras will wake up in the forest, start hooting and fussing, and the cockerels will also want to stretch their legs.

They jump off the shutter into the damp grass, bend their necks and run around. They pluck grass and wild berries. The goblin gets caught, and the goblin gets pinched on the heel.

Rustle, running through the forest.

And at dawn Baba Yaga will rush in like a whirlwind on a mortar with a crack and shout to the cockerels:

- Get to your place, slackers!

The cockerels don’t dare disobey and, even though they don’t want to, they jump into the shutter and become wooden, as they were.

But once Baba Yaga did not appear at dawn, the stupa got stuck in the swamp along the way.

The little cockerels ran to a clean patch and flew up onto a pine tree. They took off and gasped.

Wonderful wonder! The sky is burning like a scarlet stripe over the forest, flaring up; the wind runs through the leaves; dew sets.

And the red stripe spreads and becomes clearer. And then the fiery sun rolled out.

It’s light in the forest, the birds are singing, and the leaves are rustling on the trees.

The cockerels took their breath away. They flapped their golden wings and sang: “Ku-ka-re-ku!” With joy.

And then they flew beyond the dense forest to an open field, away from Baba Yaga.

And since then, at dawn, the cockerels wake up and crow:

- Ku-ka-re-ku, Baba Yaga has disappeared, the sun is coming!

T. Alexandrova “Burik the Bear”

Once upon a time there lived a little bear cub Burik. His mother was Brown Bear, big, shaggy and kind. And he also had a sister, small, shaggy and also kind. The bear cub itself was small and shaggy, but he didn’t know whether he was kind or not. In any case, he was very cheerful.

All day long he ran on the soft grass, basked in the sun, and most of all he loved to ride down the hill. If he sits on the clay - vzhzh! - let's go! Splash - right into the river! His sister and mother will also sit on clay - vzhzh! - go. Plop! That was fun.

And my mother and sister showed Burik all sorts of sweet berries. The little bear immediately began to look for them very quickly. And he always called his mother and sister. So he was kind too. Right? He really liked both strawberries and blueberries, and raspberries - most of all.

He also loved to chase dragonflies and butterflies. They flew away from him in different directions, and the bear cub did not catch one: after all, he did not know how to fly.

Catching flowers was not interesting: they climbed into the paws themselves and were tasteless. But berries are another matter.

- Rrr! - said Burik. - I caught you! Am! Got it!

And I caught strawberries and blueberries right in my mouth. And when the raspberries are ripe, you open your mouth - ah! - and you'll catch a whole bunch of berries. Sheer pleasure!

“Eat, eat,” his mother told him. - Stock up for the winter!

The little bear did not know what winter was, but he ate and ate.

And then Burik began to chase colorful leaves. It was not difficult to catch them, but they were tasteless. Not like nuts, and apples, and pears. Burik happily climbed the wild apple tree and swung on the branches, and the apples also swayed and fell. Sometimes the bear cub fell along with them, but there was nothing terrible about that.

Then the sun disappeared somewhere, the rain began to pour, and the nights became long and cold. Burik didn't like this at all. He ran and grumbled. His mother and sister comforted him.

“You just need to find a good den,” they said, “and everything will be all right.”

And they searched and searched for the den. The little bear helped them.

- Is this a den? - he asked, pointing to a green mound covered in red berries.

- These are lingonberries! - they answered him. - Eat to your health!

“I don’t know what your den is, just find it quickly, it’s very cold,” Burik grumbled.

And then one day his mother, leaving him and his sister by the river, went alone to look for a den. And then the little bear saw that white flies were flying right in front of his nose, in front of his mouth and eyes. Burik was very happy and began to catch them. He will catch it and look - there is no fly, there is a dewdrop hanging on the fur. He tried to catch them with his tongue and was delighted: they simply melted in his mouth. But soon there were so many white flies that it was impossible to eat them all. And the bear cub got bored. Then he wanted to - vzhzh! - roll down and - plop! - into the river.

“There are very early frosts this year,” Burik’s sister persuaded him. — The river is already frozen, and you can’t swim in it.

- Well, let! - said Burik, ran up the hill, - vzhzh! - I went. And boom! — he landed on the hard water with a flourish. It’s good that Burik’s fur coat became even shaggier and fluffier, otherwise he would have seriously hurt himself. And the little bear was offended by the river.

Then they called him from above. Mom found a den! Burik was very happy and rushed after his sister with all his might.

The Brown Bear took them deep into the forest. More and more often we began to come across fallen trees, huge, gnarled ones. There were holes where the roots had been torn out. Probably so that the cubs would fall into them. Burik even stopped grumbling and whining - he was so tired.

And then the Brown Bear stopped in front of a large black hole near a fallen tree.

- Den! - she said solemnly. - Please!

And they fell asleep in the hole. And in the spring everyone crawled out of the den, alive and healthy.

G. Ball "Yellow"

In the chicken coop, someone knocked quietly: knock... knock... And then I heard: crack!

Klusha Ryzhukha flapped her wings. And from the broken eggshells the chick hatched, the first chick. You can say about him - Yellow. Because it was all yellow.

The chicken shook his head and said:

- Pin... pin... pi.

And at this time the sun came out from behind the forest. And a ray of sunlight ran across the ground. I swam in the cold river, rode on the roof of the house and looked out the window. The yolk closed his eyes and hid. Suddenly the black whale Ryzhukha began to cackle, the dog Nimble barked, and the cow mooed loudly:

- Moo! It's time to be free!

And the chicken thought: “So much light and noise! I did all this?! Pin! It's all me! It's me! I!"

No, don't laugh at Yellowy. After all, this was the very first morning of his life. How good, how wonderful it is to see the world early in the morning! How good it is to live on earth!

B. Zhitkov “What I saw”

HOW WE WENT TO THE ZOO

My mother and I got on the tram. And mom said that we are now going to go see wild animals. And I asked:

“Won’t they eat us?”

Everyone around laughed, and one unfamiliar aunt said:

- They sit in iron cages. They can't jump out. There are little horses there. Ask your mom, she'll take you for a ride.

HOW WE ARRIVED AT THE ZOO

We didn't ride the tram for very long. We were told that we would have to leave soon. We went forward to go out.

And everyone asked us:

—Are you leaving at the Zoo?

This is because they also wanted to go out. And if we don’t go out, let them go ahead. We had to go out, and they let us through. One uncle even said:

“Come on, citizen, I’ll bring you the boy.”

And he carried me out. Mom said “thank you” and took my hand. And we went to the Zoo. There's a wall there. And there are animals on the wall. Only they are not alive, but made. And you have to take a ticket, like for a train. There are little windows in the wall, and they give you tickets through the little windows.

ZEBRA

Mom left very soon. And suddenly she herself said:

- Oh, what!

And she stood up. And it was a horse behind bars. And I thought that the blanket was sewn on her. Because it has yellow and black stripes. And mom said that it’s not a blanket, but that her fur grows on its own. And she said it was a zebra. Mom even said:

- Hey, we need to give them something to eat!

There were two of them. And they didn’t want to eat at all. They didn't even look at us. And I looked at them. And I looked because they were very beautiful. Their hair stands on their necks like a brush.

And mom suddenly said:

- Oh yes! Elephants!

ELEPHANTS

I saw that the ground there was going up a little. And there is a very big elephant standing there.

He is so big that I thought that it couldn’t be and that he was not alive, but made. Because you have to climb a ladder for someone like that in order to get on his back. At first he didn't do anything, so I thought he really wasn't alive. And he is alive. He began to twist his trunk.

It's his trunk coming out of his head. And the trunk reaches right to the ground. And he can twist his trunk any way he wants. And crochet it. And whatever.

He collected dust from the ground in his trunk, and then blew all the dust onto his back. And my stomach was also blown with dust.

I kept saying:

- Why?

And they told me that he did it so that no fleas would bite him. He has no hair, but just thick skin. And all the skin is in folds. And he has big ears on his head. The ears are so big, right up to the whole head. And he shakes and slams them. And the eyes are very small.

And everyone said that he was very strong and could turn over a car with his trunk. And if he gets very angry, it doesn’t cost him anything to kill a person. It can grab a person's leg with its trunk and slam it to the ground. Only he is very kind.

And the elephant stood and stood and suddenly came towards us. He came down to us. And I was a little scared. What if he comes to us and starts killing us all with his trunk! And he walked quietly. His legs are very thick, just like pillars. And the toes are not visible, but only the nails are very short. And I thought it was his little hooves sticking out of his leg. And these are nails. He can trample anyone with such a foot. And I began to be afraid. And he said to his mother quietly:

- I'm afraid. Why is he coming here?

And one uncle heard me speak and said loudly:

“He’s afraid that the elephant is coming towards us!” Ha-ha-ha!

And everyone began to show that there was a path around there. And she is stone. And she's covered in nails. There the nails are pointy up. The elephant cannot cross it because he will hurt his leg. And he won't reach us.

HOW THE ELEPHANT BATHED

They put me on the fence so that I could see how this path was made. And then I saw that there was water down there, behind this path. And the elephant went straight to this water. I thought that he wanted to drink, but he didn’t drink. He wanted to swim. He completely got into this water. So there was only one head at the top. And a little back.

And then he began to draw water with his trunk and pour it onto his back. Just like firefighters dousing a fire.

And then I saw that another elephant was going for a swim. Only he is smaller than that. And they told me that he was small, that he was still a boy. And next to his trunk, two white teeth stick out forward.

I said:

- Oh, what teeth!

And everyone started laughing and shouting to me:

- These are fangs! These are fangs!

And I said:

- Why doesn’t the big one?

Nobody said anything, only one uncle said that that elephant was mom. And that “your mother doesn’t have a mustache, and that elephant doesn’t have tusks.” Elephants do not have tusks. And this elephant took water into her trunk and started blowing water on us! So everyone ran. Everyone laughed a lot, and so did I.

S. Kozlov “Friendship”

One morning Little Bear woke up and thought:

“There are many hares in the forest, but my friend the Hare is alone. We need to call it something!”

And he began to come up with a name for his friend.

“If I call him TAIL,” thought Little Bear, “then it won’t be according to the rules, because I also have a tail... If I call him MUSTACHE, that won’t be good either, because other hares also have mustaches.. "We need to name him so that everyone will immediately know that this is my friend."

And Little Bear came up with an idea.

- I'll call him HARE OTHER BEAR! - he whispered. “And then it will be clear to everyone.”

And he jumped out of bed and danced.

- HARE OTHER BEAR! HARE FRIEND - BEAR! - sang Little Bear. - No one has such a long and beautiful name!..

And then the Hare appeared.

He crossed the threshold, approached the Little Bear, stroked him with his paw and said quietly:

- How did you sleep, BEAR CAT IS FRIENDS WITH THE Bunny?

“What?..” asked the Little Bear.

- This is your new name now! - said the Hare. “I thought all night: what should I call you?” And finally I came up with: A BEAR WHO IS FRIENDS WITH A Bunny!

S. Kozlov “Such a tree”

The birds woke up first in the forest. They sang, swaying on the branches, and it seemed to Little Bear as if the trees themselves were waving their branches and singing.

- I will also be a tree! - Little Bear said to himself.

And one day at dawn he went out into the clearing and began waving all four paws and singing.

- What are you doing, Little Bear? - Belka asked him.

- Don’t you see? - Little Bear was offended. - I swing the branches and sing...

-Are you a tree? - Belka was surprised.

- Certainly! What else?

- Why then are you running all over the clearing? Have you ever seen trees running?

“It depends on what kind of tree...” said the Little Bear, looking at his furry paws. “And a tree with paws like mine can run.”

“Can such a tree also somersault?”

- And somersault! - said the Bear.

And he somersaulted over his head.

“And then, if you don’t believe me, you can run all over me, Squirrel, and you will see what a good tree I am!”

-Where are your birds? - Belka asked.

- What other birds are these?..

- Well, every tree has its own birds!..

The little bear stopped waving his paws and thought: “Birds!.. Where can I get birds?”

“Squirrel,” he said, “please find some birds for me.”

- What kind of bird would agree to live on Little Bear? - said Belka.

- Don’t tell them that I’m a Little Bear. Tell them that I am such a tree...

“I’ll try,” Belka promised. And she turned to Chaffinch.

- Finch! - she said. - I have one familiar tree... It can run and somersault over its head. Would you agree to live on it for a while?

- With pleasure! - said Finch. “I’ve never lived on such a tree before.”

- Little bear! - Belka called. - Come here and stop waving your paws. Here the Finch agrees to live on you for a little bit!

The little bear ran to the edge of the clearing, closed his eyes, and the Chaffinch sat on his shoulder.

“Now I’m a real tree!” - thought the Little Bear and somersaulted over his head.

- U-lu-lu-lu-lu! - Finch sang.

- U-lu-lu-lu-lu! — the Little Bear sang and waved his paws.