Short tales. Fairy tales for the formation of moral qualities "The King's New Clothes"

Krivin Felix Davidovich

Fairy tales with morals

Felix Krivin

Fairy tales with morals

Hey, you're behind, you're behind! - Big Arrow urges Little Arrow on. - I've already gone a long way, and you're all marking time! You don't serve our time well!

Little Arrow is trampling around, not in time. Where can she keep up with the Big Arrow!

But it shows hours, not minutes.

TWO STONES

Two stones lay near the shore - two inseparable and old friends. For days on end they basked in the rays of the southern sun and seemed to be happy that the sea roared away and did not disturb their calm and peaceful comfort.

But one day, when a storm broke out on the sea, the friendship of two friends ended: one of them was picked up by a wave that ran ashore and carried it away to the sea.

Another stone, clinging to a rotten snag, managed to stay on the shore and for a long time could not recover from fear. And when I calmed down a bit, I found new friends. They were old, dry and cracked clods of clay. From morning to evening they listened to the stories of the Stone about how he risked his life, how he was in danger during the storm. And, repeating this story to them every day, the Stone finally felt like a hero.

Years passed... Under the rays of the hot sun, the Stone itself cracked and almost did not differ from its friends - clods of clay.

But then the oncoming wave threw a brilliant Flint ashore, which have not yet been seen in these parts.

Hello buddy! he called to Cracked Stone.

Old Stone was surprised.

Sorry, this is the first time I see you.

Oh you! For the first time I see! Have you forgotten how many years we spent together on this shore before I was swept out to sea?

And he told his old friend what he had to endure in the depths of the sea and how it was still great interesting there.

Come with me! - suggested Flint. - You'll see real life, you will know the real storms.

But his friend. The cracked Stone looked at the clods of clay, which at the word "storms" were ready to completely crumble from fear, and said:

No, it's not for me. I'm fine here too.

Well, how do you know! - Flint jumped on a run up wave and sped off into the sea.

For a long time, everyone on the beach was silent. At last the Cracked Stone said:

Lucky him, that's arrogant. Was it worth risking your life for him? Where is the truth? Where's the justice?

And clods of clay agreed with him that there is no justice in life.

NEEDLE IN DEBT

Do not give Hedgehog rest.

As soon as he curls up, settles down in his hole to sleep for a month or two, until the cold leaves, and then there is a knock.

May I come in?

The Hedgehog will look over the threshold, and there is the Furrier Hamster, the fur coat master.

Forgive me for disturbing you, - the Hamster apologizes. - Would you mind borrowing a needle?

What will you answer him? Hedgehog crumples - and it's a pity to give, and ashamed to refuse.

I would be glad, - he says, - I would love to. Yes, I don't have enough of them.

I'm only for the evening, - asks the Hamster. - The customer needs to finish the fur coat, but the needle has broken.

With pain, he pulls out a needle for him:

I only ask you: finish the work - immediately return it.

Of course, but how! - Khomyak assures and, taking a needle, hurries to finish the fur coat for the customer.

The hedgehog returns to the hole, fits in. But as soon as he begins to doze, there is another knock.

Hello, are you still awake?

This time Liska the milliner appeared.

Borrow a needle, he asks. - Somewhere mine got lost. I searched and searched, I can't find it.

Hedgehog and so and so - nothing happens. Lisa also has to lend a needle.

After that, Hedgehog finally manages to fall asleep. He lies, looks at his dreams, and at this time the Hamster has already finished his fur coat and hurries to the Hedgehog, brings him a needle.

The Hamster came up to the Hedgehog's hole, knocked once, twice, and then looked inside. He sees: The hedgehog is sleeping, snoring. "I won't wake him up," thinks the Hamster.

I found a freer place on the hedgehog's back and stuck the needle in there. And how the Hedgehog will jump! I didn’t understand, of course, from sleep.

Save! - screams. - Killed, stabbed!

Don't worry, Hamster says politely. - I gave you the needle back. Thank you very much.

The Hedgehog tossed and turned for a long time, could not sleep from the pain. But all the same, he fell asleep and, forgetting about the Hamster, again set to work on his dreams. Suddenly...

Ay! Yezh yelled. - Save, help!

He came to his senses a little, looks - Liska the milliner is standing next to him, smiling.

I seem to have scared you a little. I brought the needle. I was in such a hurry, I was in such a hurry so that you would not worry.

Hedgehog curled up in a ball, grumbling to himself slowly. And why grumble something? With pain he gave, with pain he receives back.

"HISTORY OF THE DROP",

I wrote and put an inkblot on the paper.

It's good that you decided to write about me! Claxa said. - I'm so grateful to you!

You're wrong, I replied. - I want to write about a drop.

But I'm also a drop! Klyaksa insisted. - Only ink.

There are different types of ink drops,” I said. - Some write letters, exercises in the Russian language and arithmetic, such stories as this one. And others, like you, only take up space on paper. Well, what can I write about you good?

Klaxa thinks.

At this time, a small Ray appears near her. The leaves of the trees outside the window are trying to keep him out of the room. They whisper after him:

Don't you dare mess with this slut! You will get dirty!

But Luchik is not afraid to get dirty. He really wants to help the ink drop that has so unsuccessfully sat down on paper.

I ask Klyaksa:

Do you really want me to write about you?

I really want to, she admits.

Then you must deserve it. Trust Luke. He will take you away, free you from the ink, and you will become a clean, transparent drop. There will be a job for you, just look, do not refuse any work.

Okay, Drop agrees. Now you can call it that.

I stand at the window and look at the clouds that float away into the distance.

Somewhere out there, among them, is my Drop. And I wave my hand to her:

Goodbye, Drop! Bon Voyage!

And far, far away, in the sultry steppe, Kolos sways in the wind. He knows he has to grow big and that he needs moisture to do so. He knows that without rain he will dry up in the sun and will not thank the people who care for him so carefully. Only Kolos does not know about one thing: about our agreement with the Drop.

And the Drop flies to his aid, and hurries, and drives the wind:

Hurry, hurry, we might miss it!

What a joy it was when she finally arrived at the place! The drop did not even think that it could break, falling from such a height. She immediately rushed down to her Kolos.

Well how are you? Are you still holding on? she asks, landing.

And the courageous Kolos answers:

I'm holding on as you can see. Everything is fine.

But Drop sees that not everything is in order. It gnaws through the stale earth with great difficulty and reaches the very root of the Ear. Then she begins to feed him.

The ear comes to life, straightens, feels much more cheerful.

Thank you, Drop, he says. - You helped me a lot.

Trivia! Drop answers. - I'm glad I was helpful. And now, goodbye. They are waiting for me elsewhere.

In what places they are waiting for her, Drop does not say. Now try to find it, how many rivers, lakes, seas and oceans there are on earth, and you can imagine how many drops are in them!

But I must find my Drop! After all, I myself sent her on a long journey, and even promised to write about her.

The locomotive, breathing heavily, stops at the junction station. Here he needs to rest, stock up on water and fuel in order to move on with renewed vigor.

Water murmurs, filling its cauldrons. And - look: something familiar appeared in the stream of water. Well, yes, of course, this is our Drop!

It's hard for Drop in a locomotive boiler! Hot work here! The drop not only evaporated, but completely turned into steam. Still, she's good at her job.

Other drops even begin to listen to her opinion on various issues, turn to her for advice, and she, having gathered her comrades around her, commands:

One, two - got it! Come on, keep pushing!

The drops press more, and the locomotive rushes on, leaving behind one station after another.

And then Drop says goodbye to her comrades: her shift is over. The locomotive releases steam and she leaves the cauldron, while her comrades shout after her:

Don `t forget about Us. A drop! Maybe we'll meet again!

It is a severe winter, the earth freezes and cannot warm up in any way. And she can't be cold. She needs to keep her warmth in order to give it to trees, herbs, flowers in spring. Who will protect the earth, who will cover it and will not be afraid of the cold?

Of course, Drop.

True, now it is difficult to recognize her: from the cold, the Drop turned into a Snowflake.

And now she slowly sinks to the ground, covers it with herself. Snowflake can cover a very small space, but she has many comrades, and together they manage to protect the earth from the cold.

Evening comes, darkness falls on the city and the children go to their beds to fall asleep sweetly. But before enjoying pleasant dreams, every child likes to listen to fairy tales that will remain in your heart for life. Then why not combine business with pleasure and read to your child at night useful and instructive parables for children.

The parable is short story which contains the wisdom of our ancestors. Often, parables for children are instructive stories on some moral topic. Previously, they were used as one of the ways of raising children, since they are understandable to every child, easy to remember and as close to reality as possible. Thus, parables differ from fables, which are very allegorical and not always clear to young listeners. Children's parables tell about friendship, family and family values about good and evil, about God and much more.

Biblical and Orthodox parables for children

For centuries, the Bible has been the most famous book worldwide. These are not only sacred texts for Christians, but also greatest monument cultural heritage humanity. Biblical parables are found on the pages of the Old and New Testaments. Of course, it will be difficult for young children to understand all the sacred meaning that is hidden in biblical texts, but with the help of parents, the child will be able to understand them. The most famous Orthodox parables for children are the parables “ About the prodigal son”, “ About the publican and the Pharisee”, which tell children about mercy and forgiveness, the parable “ About the Good Samaritan”, which teaches kids kindness and compassion, and many others. Jesus Christ very often communicated with his followers through parables, since they help to understand the meaning of all that is hidden.

Short parables for children

Some children, especially very young ones, do not like long stories, it is much easier for them to understand short texts, With simple conclusions. In this case, you can short parables for children to read to a child every evening. And each time an instructive and interesting story which will remain in memory.

We especially recommend friendship parables for children- for example, the parable of the nails. Very often children say something evil and bad to their friends and relatives. This parable will help them understand how important it is to appreciate loved ones and not offend them with careless words.

Children's parables about good and evil are probably the most useful for our younger generation. After all, the child does not have life experience, so it is difficult for him to distinguish bad from good, good from evil, white from black. It is necessary to teach the baby such basic concepts, and parables about good and evil for children will be most useful. We recommend reading: " Good fox", "Grandfather and death".

Parables can teach everything. The most important and useful little stories are parables about family and family values, because there is nothing more important in our life. It is especially useful for children to read parables about a mother, about love, about good and bad, about truth and lies.

Teach and educate your child early childhood, then in the future it will grow up good and kind person responsive to the suffering of others, merciful and honest. Only in this way will our world become kinder and cleaner!

There lived a husband and wife. When they were young, they lived well, together, never quarreled. But then old age came, and they began to argue with each other more and more often. The old man will tell the old woman a word, and she will give him two, he will give her two, and she will give him five, he will give him five, and she will give ten. And such a quarrel between them begins that at least run away from the hut.

Once I stood in the yard and looked at the nest of swallows under the roof. Both swallows flew away in my presence, and the nest was left empty.

While they were away, a sparrow flew off the roof, jumped onto the nest, looked back, flapped its wings and darted into the nest; then he stuck his head out and chirped.

Soon after, a swallow flew to the nest. She poked herself into the nest, but as soon as she saw the guest, she squeaked, beat her wings on the spot and flew away.

The sparrow sat and chirped.

Suddenly a herd of swallows flew in: all the swallows flew up to the nest - as if in order to look at the sparrow, and flew away again.

Sparrow was not shy, turned his head and chirped.

A sparrow and a mouse lived next door: a sparrow under the eaves, and a mouse in a mink in the underground. They fed on what fell from the owners. In the summer it’s still so-and-so, you can intercept something in the field or in the garden. And in winter, at least cry: the owner puts a snare on a sparrow, and a mousetrap on a mouse.

The raven built his nest on the island, and when the crows hatched, he began to carry them from the island to the ground. First, he took one crow in his claws and flew with him across the sea. When the old raven flew into the middle of the sea, he got tired, began to flap his wings less often, and thought: now I am strong, and he is weak, I will carry him across the sea; and when he becomes great and strong, and I become weak from old age, will he remember my labors and will he carry me from place to place? And the old raven asked the little crow:

When I'm weak and you're strong, will you carry me? Tell me the truth!

The raven took out a piece of meat and sat on a tree. The fox saw this, and she also wanted meat. She came up and said:

Eh, raven, when I look at you - you are so beautiful that you can only be a king. And it’s true, he would be a king, if he also knew how to sing.

The raven opened its mouth and screamed with all its might. The meat fell, the fox picked it up and said:

Ah, raven! If you had more intelligence, you would be king.

The raven took away a piece of meat and sat on a tree. The fox saw, and she wanted to get this meat. She stood in front of the raven and began to praise him: he is already great and handsome, and he could have become better than others king over birds, and he would, of course, if he also had a voice.

The raven wanted to show her that he had a voice; he released the meat and croaked in a loud voice.

And the fox ran up, grabbed the meat and said:

“Oh, raven, if you also had a mind in your head, you wouldn’t need anything else to reign.”

A fable is appropriate against a foolish person.

One day, a raven saw an eagle carrying a lamb from a flock. And the raven wanted to become like an eagle.

Noticing a fat ram, the raven fell on him like a stone and plunged his claws into his wool.

But the raven was not only unable to lift the ram into the air, but could not even release the claws from its wool. The shepherd overtook the feathered predator, hit it with a stick and killed it.

This fable is about people who want to become like those who are stronger than them in everything. Such a desire not only causes suffering, but often leads to death.

When the Smolensk Prince,

Arming yourself with art against insolence,

Set up a new network for vandals

And left Moscow to their death,

Then all the inhabitants, both small and large,

How many times have they told the world

That flattery is vile, harmful; but it's not all right,

And in the heart the flatterer will always find a corner.

Somewhere God sent a piece of cheese to a crow;

Crow perched on the spruce,

I was quite ready to have breakfast,

Yes, I thought about it, but I kept the cheese in my mouth.

To that misfortune, the Fox ran close;

Suddenly, the cheese spirit stopped Lisa:

The fox sees the cheese, the fox is captivated by the cheese.

The cheat approaches the tree on tiptoe;

He wags his tail, does not take his eyes off the Crow

And he says so sweetly, breathing a little:

"Darling, how pretty!

A crow flew over the sea, looks - the cancer climbs; grab it and carry it into the forest, so that, sitting somewhere on a branch, have a good bite to eat. He sees the cancer that has to disappear and says to the crow:
- Hey, crow, crow! Knowing your dad and your matir - glorious people were!

From under the sky flew into the herd

And grabbed the lamb

And the young Raven looked at it closely.

It lured the Crow,

Yes, he just thinks like this: "Already take it like that,

Once upon a time Naum lived. Naum decided to steal to go. Went alone; Anton came across him.

Where are you, Naum?

It came into my mind to steal to go; where are you, Anton?

I'm thinking about it myself!

Well, let's go together.

Once a horseman, passing through the village, came up to the old man who was plowing, stopped his horse and addressed the old man with a greeting:

Yes, do you good!

Yes, you can see good things! - answered the plowman,

Eh, old man, perhaps you could not get up in the morning? - I got up in the morning, but there is no use.

I got up in the morning, put on my shoes on my bare feet, put on an ax, tucked three skis under my belt, girded myself with a baton, propped myself up with a sash. I walked not by the way, not by the road; near the basts of the mountain tore; I saw a lake on a duck, an ax in its shib - not enough, another shib - it was broken, a third shib - horrible, but past; the duck whimpered, the lake flew away. And I went into the open field, I saw: under an oak tree, a cow is milking a woman. I speak:

Auntie, mother, give me one and a half milk of unleavened stavets.

She sent me to an unknown village, to an unprecedented hut. I went and came: the sourdough kneads the woman. I speak:

One merchant did a good job at the fair and stuffed himself a purse full of gold and silver. He was going to return home - he wanted to get home before nightfall. Here he strapped his travel bag with money to the saddle of his horse and rode off. By noon he was resting in one town; He was about to go on, and then a worker brings his horse to him and says:

Master, one nail is missing from the back left leg in the horseshoe.

Well, even if I don’t have enough, - the merchant replied, - in the six hours that I have to drive, the horseshoe probably won’t fall off. I'm in hurry.

In the afternoon, when he dismounted and again decided to feed the horse, a worker enters the room and says:

Goat, goat, blue eyes, where have you been?

She pastured the horses.

And where are the horses?

Nikolka took away.

Where is Nikolka?

Gone to the cage.

In Old England, like nowhere else,

The green forest is beautiful

But all the more magnificent and dearer to us

Blackthorn, Oak and Ash.

There lived an old man and an old woman. They didn't have children.

The old woman says:

Old man, mold a boy out of clay, as if there would be an owl.

The old man molded a boy out of clay. They put it on the stove to dry. The guy dried up and began to ask for food:

Give me, grandma, a tub of milk and a crumb of bread.

The old woman brought it to him, and he ate everything and again asks:

I am hungry! I am hungry!

And he ate all the bread from the old man and the old woman, drank all the milk, and again shouts:

I am hungry! I am hungry!

An old man lived with an old woman. They didn't have children. They got bored. One day a husband says to his wife:

“Listen, wife! We have no children, there is no one to please us or amuse us. Well, how can we have fun?

“Let’s play a game of silence,” the wife suggested.

“All right,” said the husband.

Once upon a time there was a wolf, an old, old one. His teeth are broken, his eyes are hard to see. It became hard for the old man to live: at least lie down and die.

So the wolf went into the field to look for his prey and sees - a foal is grazing.

Foal, foal, I'll eat you!

Where are you, old man, to eat me! Yes, you have no teeth.

But there are teeth!

Show me if you don't brag!

The wolf bared his teeth:

There lived a stupid wolf in the world. One day he meets a goat and says to her:

Now I'll eat you.

Well, well, if this is my fate - I agree. But only I am very thin and old. If you can wait a little, then I will run home and send you my daughter. Her meat is tender and young.

Once one groom went to woo. He spoke very awkwardly. Here the matchmaker gives him advice:

You, brother, speak more roundly to the bride.

Well, he came to the bride's house. He paused, paused, and as he ate, drank, cheered up, he said to the bride:

Yes, be silent, be silent and again:

After all, a round wheel, and he was told to speak “rounder”, so he chose a round one.

There lived a man and a woman in the same village. The peasant was good for everyone: he was both hard-working and not lazy, but he was offended by fate alone - he had little mind.

Once a woman sends a peasant to the forest for firewood.

Go, - he says, - chop wood, I'll at least heat the stove and cook cabbage soup.

Remember, Murochka, in the country
In our hot puddle
The tadpoles danced
The tadpoles splashed
The tadpoles dived
They messed around, tumbled.
And the old toad
Like a grandmother
I was sitting on the couch
Knitted stockings
And said in a bass voice:
- Sleep!
- Oh, grandmother, dear grandmother,
Let us play some more.

One woman was a striker; the husband came with advice, she asks him:

What were you judging?

Why judge something! The head was chosen

And who was chosen?

Nobody else.

Choose me, the woman says. Duck that the husband went to the council (she was evil, he wanted to teach her a lesson), he said this to the old people; they immediately chose the woman in their heads. A woman lives, judges and judges, and drinks wine from the peasants, and takes bribes.

E the potter is on the way; a passer-by meets him:

Hire, - he says, - me as a worker!

Can you make pots?

How else can I do it!

Here they were in order, shook hands and went together. They come home, the worker and says:

Well, master, prepare forty wagonloads of clay, tomorrow I'll get to work!

The owner prepared forty wagonloads of clay; but the worker was himself unclean, and he punishes the potter:

I'll start working at night, and you don't go to my barn!

Why so?

Once upon a time there lived a bird called a dawn. She was renowned for her hospitality.

Once the bird was visited by distant relatives: a finch and a sparrow. The golden eagle wanted to feed and drink the guests to their fill. But unfortunately the flour ended. Maybe the neighbors will help out ... The dawn ran to the tit, but she swore that she herself had been sitting without flour for several days and was starving. Nothing helped and so-roka. What was left to do? Perhaps a good nightingale will help out. But he lives far away, outside the village.

You are our sovereign Sidor Karpovich, how old are you?

Seventy, grandma, seventy, Pakhomovna!

You are our sovereign Sidor Karpovich, when will you die?

On Wednesday, grandmother, on Wednesday, Pakhomovna!

You are our sovereign Sidor Karpovich, when will you be buried?

Friday, grandma, Friday, Pakhomovna!

Sovereign, you are our Sidor Karpovich, how will you be remembered?

Pancakes, grandma, pancakes, Pakhomovna!

Sovereign, you are our Sidor Karpovich, what will you call after you?

The brother's name was Ivan, and the sister's name was Pigtail. Their mother was angry: she would put her on a bench and tell her to be silent. Sitting is boring, flies bite or Pigtail pinches - and fuss began, and mother pulls up her shirt and - slap ...

To go into the forest, even walk on your head there - no one will say a word ...

Ivan and Kosichka thought about this and into the dark forest and fled.

They run, climb trees, somersault in the grass - such a screech has never been heard in the forest.

By noon, the children calmed down, tired, and wanted to eat.

I would like to eat,” Pigtail whimpered.

Ivan began to scratch his stomach - to guess.

We will find a mushroom and eat it, - said Ivan. - Let's go, don't whine.

White geese are walking from the river along the frozen grass, in front of them an evil gander stretches its neck, hisses:

If someone gets me, I'll pinch.

Suddenly a shaggy jackdaw flew low and shouted:

What a swim! The water has frozen.

Shushura! - the goose hisses.

Long twig

Man, Geese drove to the city to sell;

And to tell the truth,

Not very politely honored his herd with a goose:

He hurried to the profits to the market day

(And where it touches profit,

Not only there geese, and people get it).

I don't blame the peasant;

The peacock, spreading its tail, walked along the shore of the pond. The two caterpillars looked at him and condemned him.

Look, - they say, - what ugly legs he has and listen to how awkwardly he screams.

The man heard them and said:

It is true that his legs are not good, and he sings awkwardly, but your legs are even worse, and you sing even worse; but you don't have a tail.

It was a long time ago. There was no priest in the village. The peasants agreed to elect the priest as a peace, chose and went to Uncle Pakhom.

Pakhom, - they say to him, - and Pakhom! Whether you are a priest in our village.

Groin and became a priest, but that’s the trouble: he doesn’t know the service, he can’t sing, he can’t read.

- And I live easily. There is enough to do - and I have plenty of everything ... Here, - he says, - the bishop will go to the cathedral. Let's seem to argue: you say - "six toes", and I - "five". And it’s like we have a hundred rubles as a deposit ... But don’t yawn there!

They went and stood on the road to the cathedral.

The thief who boasted easy life, speaks:

The lord is coming!

The carriage arrived. The thief got on his knees. The bishop looked at him and stopped the carriage. Vor says:

Eminent lord! Here I am with this merchant (pointing to a friend) bet a hundred rubles. If I am true, then I will turn back my hundred rubles and take his hundred rubles, and if he is true, he will take it. He says "six toes" and I say "five".

There lived a thief. They called him the big thief. Once he went to steal in one city. Whether he walked a lot or a little - he meets one person. - Great! - Hello! What is your name and what is your profession? asks the big thief.

My trade is theft, and they call me a small thief, - he says.

And I am a thief. So let's mate. Fine?

Two barrels rode; one with wine

Here is the first one - without noise and step by step

weaves,

Another gallops rushing;

Once upon a time there were two merchants, both married, and they lived among themselves amicably and lovingly. Here is one merchant saying to another:

Listen, brother! Let's do a test, whose wife better than a husband loves.

Let's. Yes, how to do something?

And here's how: let's get together and go to the Makariev fair, and whichever wife begins to cry more, she loves her husband more.

So they got ready to go, their wives began to see them off. One cries and spills, and the other says goodbye and laughs herself.

The merchants went to the fair, rode off about fifty versts and talked among themselves.

Two horses pulled two carts. The front horse drove well, but the back horse stopped. On the front horse began to shift the load from the rear wagon; when everything was shifted, the rear horse went light and said to the front:

Suffer and sweat. The more you try, the more you will be tormented.

A bishop comes to one parish, and in the village where the parish was, there lived two old women. They never saw the bishop. Old women say to their sons:

We must go to church and see the bishop.

The sons began to teach their mothers how to approach the old women for blessing.

Two girls were walking home with mushrooms.

They had to cross the railroad.

They thought that the car was far away, climbed onto the embankment and went across the rails.

Suddenly a car roared. older girl ran back, and the smaller one ran across the road.

The older girl shouted to her sister:

Don't go back!

But the car was so close and made such a loud noise that the smaller girl did not hear; she thought she was being told to run back. She ran back across the tracks, stumbled, dropped the mushrooms and began to pick them up.

The car was already close, and the driver whistled with all his might.

The older girl shouted:

Throw the mushrooms!

One girl guarded a cow in the field.

Robbers came and took the girl away. The robbers brought the girl to the forest to the house and ordered her to cook, clean and sew. The girl lived with the robbers, worked for them and did not know how to leave. When the robbers left, they locked the girl. Once all the robbers left and left the girl alone. She brought straw, made a doll out of straw, put her dresses on her and sat her by the window.

There were three sisters, the youngest was a fool. In the summer they gathered berries in the forest; the older sister got lost, walked and walked and came to a hut on a chicken foot. She entered the hut and began to call out to her sisters:

Who is in the forest, who is in the forest, come to spend the night with me!

I'm in the forest, I'm in the forest, I'll come to spend the night with you, - the huge bear answered, entering the door, - don't be afraid of me, get into my right ear, get out into my left - we will have everything!

The girl climbed into the bear's right ear, climbed out into the left, and found the keys in her bosom.

Now cook dinner!

She cooked dinner. We sat at the table; the mouse runs up and asks the girl for porridge.

One father had two sons. He told them:

I'll die - divide everything in half.

When the father died, the sons could not separate without a dispute. They went to sue a neighbor. A neighbor asked them:

How did your father tell you to share?

They said:

He ordered to divide everything in half.

Neighbor said:

So tear all the dresses in half, break all the dishes in half and cut all the cattle in half.

The brothers listened to their neighbor, and they had nothing left.

Three people found a jar full of gold. They began to think how to divide it, but could not agree. Then one of them said:

We have an honest and fair old man in the village. Let's go to him, ask him to share the gold.

They came to the old man and said:

You are an honest old man, share this gold between us fairly!

"Neighbor, my light!

Please eat."

"Neighbor, I'm fed up." - "There is no need

Another plate; listen:

Ushitsa, she-she-she, is perfectly cooked!

"I ate three plates." - "And, full, what an expense;

If only it would become a hunt,

And then in health: eat to the bottom!

What the hell! Yes, how fat

As if she was covered with amber.

Grandfather and grandmother lived. The grandfather had a rooster, and the woman had a chicken. Babin's hen laid eggs, and grandfather's rooster - well, a rooster is like a rooster, it was of no use. Once the grandfather asks the woman for an egg, the woman does not want to give it. The grandfather got angry that there was no self-interest from the rooster, beat him and drove him away.

A rooster is walking along the road, looking - there is a purse with money. He took the wallet in his beak and carried it. Goes towards Mr. I saw a rooster

Jump down, - he says to the coachman, - and take away the purse from the rooster.

The coachman followed the rooster, caught it, took the purse away and gave it to the pan. Then he sat down in the britzka, hit the horses, and drove off. And the rooster runs after them and keeps screaming. The pan came home, drove into the yard, and the rooster is right there: runs around the yard and keeps shouting:

Tergach built a nest in the meadow late, and during the mowing the female was still sitting on her eggs. Early in the morning the peasants came to the meadow, took off their caftans, sharpened their braids, and followed each other. cut the grass with another and lay it in rows. Twitch flew out to see what the mowers were doing. When he saw that one peasant waved his scythe and cut the snake in half, he was delighted, flew to the derga and said:

Don't be afraid of men; they came to cut snakes; We haven't lived with them for a long time.

And the motherfucker said:

The peasants cut the grass, and with the grass they cut everything that comes across: a snake, and a turf nest, and a turf head.

Seeing that the Peasant was carrying an ax,

"Darling, - the young tree said, -

Perhaps cut down the forest around me,

I can't grow up alone

I can't see the light of the sun

There is no space for my roots,

Nor the breezes of freedom around me,

Such over me he deigned to weave vaults!

If it were not for him to grow a hindrance to me,

Tell me, my joy, what will you bring to the hotel from other lands?

The merchant answers:

I am satisfied with everything; I have a lot! And if you want to please and amuse, buy me a wonderful miracle, a wonderful miracle.

Fine; if i find it i will buy it.

The merchant sailed far away to the distant kingdom, landed in a great, rich city, sold all his goods, and bought new ones, loaded the ship; walks around the city and thinks.

It is quite deservedly that Samuil Yakovlevich Marshak can be called the "Russian Andersen", because his contribution to the development of national children's literature is as great as the property of the famous Danish storyteller. On the works of the writer, teaching good and condemning human vices, a generation has not grown up, and they have not lost their popularity so far. His pen belongs to everyone's favorite "The Tale of stupid little mouse”, “Cat’s House”, “Twelve Months” and “The Tale of Two Loafers”, the history of which goes back to the distant 17th century - the heyday of Russian comic literature.

The history of the creation of a fairy tale about two loafers

The history of the creation of a fairy tale about two brothers who are used to being constantly lazy and procrastinating is incredibly simple, but at the same time very exciting. It is known that Samuil Marshak respected work and people who were responsible for their duties. He once wrote: "I love working people - those who do their job masterfully, cheerfully, generously." Therefore, it is not surprising that the topic of laziness touched him. Being a talented satirist, he not only ridiculed lovers of idleness, but also showed that such behavior would not go unpunished - as a result, wolves ate the lazy Foma and Yerema and no one even cried about them.

History does not know under what circumstances Samuil Marshak wrote his fairy tale, but when reading the work, one cannot fail to notice many old and unusual modern speech words, and the verses themselves are very similar to traditional Russian ditties. The fact is that the story of the lazy Thomas and Yerema is not an invention of Marshak, but an ancient Russian ballad, known back in the 17th century. The writer did not at all appropriate someone else's work: his goal was to retell cautionary tale in order to preserve the traditions of folk laughter literature for future generations, which, however, he succeeded perfectly.
Knowing Marshak's predilection for folk art different countries: the writer is world famous as a translator of English ballads, for which he is an honorary citizen of Scotland, it is not surprising that he decided to give new life and ancient Russian history, and once again sue all those who constantly put off work until later.
Interestingly, Marshak wanted to convey authenticity as much as possible old work, so I didn’t even change the names of the heroes. By the way, one of the variants of the poem was called “Thomas and Yerema”. It was published in 1929 in a book of the same name. But for the first time, a fairy tale in verse was published a year earlier in the magazine "Friendly Guys" under the title "Let's run and lie down." final version with the title known to us, “The Tale of the Two Quirks,” was published much later - as much as in 1957 in full assembly author's writings.


The tale of two loafers teaches us to be more responsible, and is also an obvious example of how laziness contributes to degradation and indifference to others: the behavior of the brothers did not change even when their father got into trouble. And the history of its writing gives us an excellent example for inheritance: we need to preserve the traditions of our people and not lose the opportunity to give them a new life in order to preserve them for our children and future generations.
If you are not yet familiar with work of genius Samuel Marshak, do not be too lazy to do it in the near future, because this fairy tale has a lot to learn for both adults and children.

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Fairy tales with morals

Felix Krivin
Fairy tales with morals
- Hey, you're behind, you're behind! - Big Arrow urges Little Arrow on. - I've already gone a long way, and you're all marking time! You don't serve our time well!
Little Arrow is trampling around, not in time. Where can she keep up with the Big Arrow!
But it shows hours, not minutes.
TWO STONES
Two stones lay near the shore - two inseparable and old friends. For days on end they basked in the rays of the southern sun and seemed to be happy that the sea roared away and did not disturb their calm and peaceful comfort.
But one day, when a storm broke out on the sea, the friendship of two friends ended: one of them was picked up by a wave that ran ashore and carried it away to the sea.
Another stone, clinging to a rotten snag, managed to stay on the shore and for a long time could not recover from fear. And when I calmed down a bit, I found new friends. They were old, dry and cracked clods of clay. From morning to evening they listened to the stories of the Stone about how he risked his life, how he was in danger during the storm. And, repeating this story to them every day, the Stone finally felt like a hero.
Years passed... Under the rays of the hot sun, the Stone itself cracked and almost did not differ from its friends - clods of clay.
But then the oncoming wave threw a brilliant Flint ashore, which have not yet been seen in these parts.
- Hello, buddy! he called to Cracked Stone.
Old Stone was surprised.
- Sorry, this is the first time I see you.
- Oh you! For the first time I see! Have you forgotten how many years we spent together on this shore before I was swept out to sea?
And he told his old friend what he had to endure in the depths of the sea and how it was still great interesting there.
- Come with me! - suggested Flint. You will see real life, you will know real storms.
But his friend. The cracked Stone looked at the clods of clay, which at the word "storms" were ready to completely crumble from fear, and said:
- No, it's not for me. I'm fine here too.
- Well, as you know! - Flint jumped on a run up wave and sped off into the sea.
... For a long time, all those who remained on the shore were silent. At last the Cracked Stone said:
- Lucky him, that's arrogant. Was it worth risking your life for him? Where is the truth? Where's the justice?
And clods of clay agreed with him that there is no justice in life.
NEEDLE IN DEBT
Do not give Hedgehog rest.
As soon as he curls up, settles down in his hole to sleep for a month or two, until the cold leaves, and then there is a knock.
- May I come in?
The Hedgehog will look over the threshold, and there is the Furrier Hamster, the fur coat master.
“Sorry to disturb you,” the Hamster apologizes. - Would you mind borrowing a needle?
What will you answer him? Hedgehog crumples - and it's a pity to give, and ashamed to refuse.
- I would be glad, - he says, - I would love to. Yes, I don't have enough of them.
- I'm only for the evening - asks Hamster. - The customer needs to finish the fur coat, but the needle has broken.
With pain, he pulls out a needle for him:
- I only ask you: finish the work - immediately return it.
- Of course, but how! - Khomyak assures and, taking a needle, hurries to finish the fur coat for the customer.
The hedgehog returns to the hole, fits in. But as soon as he begins to doze, there is another knock.
Hello, are you still awake?
This time Liska the milliner appeared.
- Borrow a needle, - asks. - Somewhere mine got lost. I searched and searched, I can't find it.
Hedgehog and so and so - nothing happens. Lisa also has to lend a needle.
After that, Hedgehog finally manages to fall asleep. He lies, looks at his dreams, and at this time the Hamster has already finished his fur coat and hurries to the Hedgehog, brings him a needle.
The Hamster came up to the Hedgehog's hole, knocked once, twice, and then looked inside. He sees: The hedgehog is sleeping, snoring. "I won't wake him up," thinks the Hamster.
I found a freer place on the hedgehog's back and stuck the needle in there. And how the Hedgehog will jump! I didn’t understand, of course, from sleep.
- Save! - screams. - Killed, stabbed!
"Don't worry," Hamster says politely. - I gave you the needle back. Thank you very much.
The Hedgehog tossed and turned for a long time, could not sleep from the pain. But all the same, he fell asleep and, forgetting about the Hamster, again set to work on his dreams. Suddenly...
- Ai! Yezh yelled. - Save, help!
He came to his senses a little, looks - Liska the milliner is standing next to him, smiling.
I seem to have scared you a little. I brought the needle. I was in such a hurry, I was in such a hurry so that you would not worry.
Hedgehog curled up in a ball, grumbling to himself slowly. And why grumble something? With pain he gave, with pain he receives back.
"HISTORY OF THE DROP",
I wrote and put an inkblot on the paper.
- It's good that you decided to write about me! Claxa said. - I'm so grateful to you!
“You are wrong,” I replied. - I want to write about a drop.
- But I'm also a drop! Klyaksa insisted. - Only ink.
“Ink drops are different,” I said. - Some write letters, exercises in the Russian language and arithmetic, such stories as this one. And others, like you, only take up space on paper. Well, what can I write about you good?
Klaxa thinks.
At this time, a small Ray appears near her. The leaves of the trees outside the window are trying to keep him out of the room. They whisper after him:
"Don't you dare mess with that slut!" You will get dirty!
But Luchik is not afraid to get dirty. He really wants to help the ink drop that has so unsuccessfully sat down on paper.
I ask Klyaksa:
Do you really want me to write about you?
“I really want to,” she admits.
- Then you should deserve it. Trust Luke. He will take you away, free you from the ink, and you will become a clean, transparent drop. There will be a job for you, just look, do not refuse any work.
"Okay," Drop agrees. Now you can call it that.
I stand at the window and look at the clouds that float away into the distance.
Somewhere out there, among them, is my Drop. And I wave my hand to her:
And far, far away, in the sultry steppe, Kolos sways in the wind. He knows he has to grow big and that he needs moisture to do so. He knows that without rain he will dry up in the sun and will not thank the people who care for him so carefully. Only Kolos does not know about one thing: about our agreement with the Drop.
And the Drop flies to his aid, and hurries, and drives the wind:
- Hurry, hurry, we can't make it!
What a joy it was when she finally arrived at the place! The drop did not even think that it could break, falling from such a height. She immediately rushed down to her Kolos.
- Well how are you? Are you still holding on? she asks, landing.
And the courageous Kolos answers:
- Hold on, as you can see. Everything is fine.
But Drop sees that not everything is in order. It gnaws through the stale earth with great difficulty and reaches the very root of the Ear. Then she begins to feed him.
The ear comes to life, straightens, feels much more cheerful.
“Thank you, Drop,” he says. - You helped me a lot.
- Trivia! Drop answers. - I'm glad I was helpful. And now, goodbye. They are waiting for me elsewhere.
In what places they are waiting for her, Drop does not say. Now try to find it, how many rivers, lakes, seas and oceans there are on earth, and you can imagine how many drops are in them!
But I must find my Drop! After all, I myself sent her on a long journey, and even promised to write about her.
The locomotive, breathing heavily, stops at the junction station. Here he needs to rest, stock up on water and fuel in order to move on with renewed vigor.
Water murmurs, filling its cauldrons. And - look: something familiar appeared in the stream of water. Well, yes, of course, this is our Drop!
It's hard for Drop in a locomotive boiler! Hot work here! The drop not only evaporated, but completely turned into steam. Still, she's good at her job.
Other drops even begin to listen to her opinion on various issues, turn to her for advice, and she, having gathered her comrades around her, commands:
- One, two - they took it! Come on, keep pushing!
The drops press more, and the locomotive rushes on, leaving behind one station after another.
And then Drop says goodbye to her comrades: her shift is over. The locomotive releases steam and she leaves the cauldron, while her comrades shout after her:
- Don `t forget about Us. A drop! Maybe we'll meet again!
It is a severe winter, the earth freezes and cannot warm up in any way. And she can't be cold. She needs to keep her warmth in order to give it to trees, herbs, flowers in spring. Who will protect the earth, who will cover it and will not be afraid of the cold?
Of course, Drop.
True, now it is difficult to recognize her: from the cold, the Drop turned into a Snowflake.
And now she slowly sinks to the ground, covers it with herself. Snowflake can cover a very small space, but she has many comrades, and together they manage to protect the earth from the cold.
Snowflake lies, pressed tightly to the ground, like a fighter in a white coat. Frost crackles viciously, he wants to get to the ground in order to freeze it, but the brave Snowflake does not let him in.
- Wait! Frost threatens. - You will dance with me!
He sends her strong wind, and Snowflake really starts to dance in the air. After all, it is very light, and it is not difficult for the Wind to cope with it.
But only Frost, celebrating victory, lets go of the Wind, as Snowflake again falls to the ground, crouches down to it, does not allow Frost to take heat away from the earth.
And then Spring comes to her aid. She affectionately warms Snowflake and says:
- Well, thank you, you saved my land from Frost.
It's very nice to be praised. The snowflake literally melts from this praise and, turning into a Drop again, runs with his comrades in a noisy spring stream.
- That's a shame! Again I put a blot on paper! Well, tell me what you're smiling at. Blot?
“Are you going to write about me now, as you promised?”
- Oh, it's you again! But I warned you that you must do useful work. And you, as you were, remained Blot.
- Oh no! Now I am a real Drop. And I did a good job.
- Why did you become a Blob again?
The blot slyly winks at me:
“Otherwise you wouldn’t recognize me and wouldn’t write about me.
This time I wink at Klyaksa:
- But I wrote about you. So you needn't have worried. Here, listen.
And I read Klyaksa this story.
- Well, is everything right?
- That's right, - Klyaksa agrees with pleasure. But he doesn’t have time to add anything else: our mutual friend Luchik appears and starts to disturb her:
- Let's go, Drop! Nothing to sit here on paper!
And they fly away.
And I again stand at the window and look at the clouds floating away into the distance.
Somewhere out there, in these clouds, is my Drop. And I wave my hand to her:
- Goodbye, Drop! Bon Voyage!
SCHOOL
Goose went to the garden to see if everything was in order there. Look - someone is sitting on the cabbage.
- Who are you? Gus asks.
- Caterpillar.
- Caterpillar? And I am Gus, - Gus was surprised and began to cackle. - That's great Goose and Caterpillar!
He cackled and flapped his wings, because he had never seen such an interesting coincidence. And suddenly he stopped.
- Why don't you clap? he asked almost offended.
“I have nothing,” explained the Caterpillar. - Look: you see - there is nothing.
- You don't have wings! Gus guessed. - How do you fly in this case?
“But I don’t fly,” admitted the Caterpillar. - I'm just crawling.
- Yeah, - Gus recalled, - who was born to crawl cannot fly. It's a pity, a pity, especially since we are almost namesakes ...
They were silent. Then Gus said:
Do you want me to teach you how to fly? It is not difficult at all, and if you have the ability, you will quickly learn.
The caterpillar readily agreed.
Classes began the next day.
- This is the earth, and this is the sky. If you crawl on the ground, then you just crawl, and if you crawl across the sky, then you no longer crawl, but fly ...
Gus said so. He was strong in theory.
Someone's head popped out from under the cabbage:
- Can I do it too? I will sit quietly.
- Are you a Caterpillar too?
- No, I'm a worm. But I would like to fly... - Worm hesitated and added, a little embarrassed: - This is my dream since childhood.
"All right," Goose agreed. - Sit and listen carefully. So we're in heaven...
They practiced every day from morning until noon. Worm tried especially hard. He sat motionless and looked into the teacher's mouth, and in the evenings he diligently prepared his lessons and even repeated the material he had learned. In less than a month, the Worm could already accurately show where the sky is.
The caterpillar was not so diligent. At the lessons, she did God knows what: weaved a web and wrapped herself around herself until she turned from a living, moving Caterpillar into some kind of wax chrysalis.
“That won’t work for us,” Gus remarked to her. - Now I see that you, Caterpillar, will never fly. Here the Worm will fly - I am calm for him.
Worm and then diligently listened to the teacher. He was pleased that he was being praised, although he had no doubt before that he would fly: after all, he had fives in all subjects.
And then one day, I came to class. The goose found one Worm.
- Where is the Caterpillar? Gus asked. - Is she sick?
“She flew away,” said Worm. - Wow, look. See?
The Goose looked where the Worm was pointing and saw the Butterfly. The worm assured that it was a Caterpillar, only now its wings have grown. The butterfly fluttered easily in the air, and even the Goose himself could not keep up with it, because although he was strong in theory, he was still a domestic bird.
- Well, okay, - Gus sighed, - let's continue classes.
Worm looked at the teacher intently and prepared to listen.
- So, - said Gus, - what did we talk about yesterday? Looks like we're in heaven...
TALE ABOUT THE GOAT
Once upon a time there was a gray goat with my grandmother.
Once he went for a walk in the forest - to see the animals, to show himself. And towards him - wolves.
- Hello, old man! - They say. - Where are you going?
The goat was a little frightened, but he was pleased that such adult wolves were talking to him as an equal, and this gave him courage.
- Hello guys! - he said, following the example of the wolves, clicking his teeth. - I'm out here for some air.
- Shall we go? the wolves ask.
Kozlik did not know what "Let's go through" meant, nor did he guess that the wolves were inviting him to the company.
- It's possible! - he shook his barely breaking beard.
“Then wait here,” the wolves say. - There is one thing. We are in a moment.
They stepped aside and consulted what to do with the goat: eat it now or leave it for tomorrow?
"That's it, boys," says one. - It makes no sense to eat it. Each tooth - and that is not enough. And in the village he has decent connections, they will always fit us. Let's let him go. It's good to have your own scapegoat.
The wolves returned to the goat.
- Listen, old man, I need help. Run to the village, bring some of your friends.
A goat went and brought two rams.
- Here, get acquainted, - he says, - these are my friends.
The wolves began to get acquainted with the rams - only the wool from the rams flew. The goat wanted to stop the wolves, but was afraid that they would laugh at him, that they would say: "Oh, you, grandmother's goat!", and did not stop, but only angrily butted the lamb carcass.
- Look, you're bloodthirsty! - respectfully noticed the wolves and this finally subdued the goat.
- Just think - two sheep! - he said. I can bring more if needed.
- Well done, old man! the wolves praised him. - Come on, bring it on!
The goat ran.
But as soon as he ran to the village, they seized him and threw him into a barn: someone saw how he led the sheep into the forest.
Grandmother heard that they put her goat, and - in the collective farm board.
- Let him go, - he asks, - he is still small, a minor.
- Yes, he ruined two sheep, your goat, - they answer the grandmother on the board.
Grandmother cries, asks, does not go home. What to do with her - they gave her a goat.
And the goat, did not have time to step on the threshold of the house - again into the forest. The wolves were already waiting for him.
- Well, where are your sheep? - they ask.
The goat was ashamed to tell how his grandmother helped him out.
“I am now,” he says to the wolves. - You just wait. I'll bring them, you'll see.
Brought again, got caught again. Once again, his grandmother came to the rescue. And then the sheep became smarter: they don’t want to hang out with a goat, they don’t believe him.
Wolves get angry, tighten their stomachs. Laughing at the goat:
- Also, the hero was found! It is said - grandmother's goat!
It's a shame for the goat, but he doesn't know what to do.
- You bring us to your grandmother, - offer the wolves. “Maybe she’ll treat us to some cabbage.” And it's embarrassing that we still don't know her.
- And right! - the goat was delighted. - My grandmother is good, you will like her.
“Of course,” the wolves agree. - Still like it!
“And you’ll like the cabbage,” promises the goat.
“Well, you know better,” the wolves answer evasively.
The goat brought them home.
- You are still getting acquainted with your grandmother, and I run into the garden, narva cabbage.
- Go ahead, - say the wolves. We'll find our own way here.
The goat ran. Didn't return for a long time. A well-known case - let the goat into the garden!
When he brought the cabbage, the wolves were gone. They did not wait - they left. There was no grandmother either. The goat ran around the house, looking for her, calling - but where is it!
Left from my grandmother's horns and legs.
Sly cat
The Mouse runs along the corridor, suddenly someone grabs her by the scruff of the neck! Mouse squinted her eyes, looking - Cat. Do not expect good from the Cat, and the Mouse decided to pretend that she did not recognize the Cat.
- Tell me, please, have you seen the Cat?
The cat squinted.
- Do you need a cat?
- Y-yes, - squeaked the Mouse.
“Something is not right here,” thought the Cat. “But in any case, the truth should not be told.”
- The cat is sitting in the office, - the Cat cheated. - She always sits there ... She has a job there.
Maybe I should look for her there? - suggested the Mouse, not quite sure that she would be released.
- Well, look, - allowed the Cat, and thought to herself: "Run, run, so you will find her. That's how fools are taught!"
The mouse ran. The Cat is sitting, grinning: "Oh, yes, I am, oh yes, the Cat! Well, I spent the Mouse by the tail!"
And then she remembered: "How is it? It turns out that I let her go for a great life? Okay, you'll get me another time!"
And another time the Mouse came across.
- Well, did you find the Cat then? - asked the Cat, evilly rejoicing.
“Yes, yes, don’t worry,” the Mouse hurried, and she herself is looking where to sneak away.
"Well, wait, - decided the Cat. - Now I'll catch you!"
- So, the Cat is sitting in the office?
- In the office.
- Can you bring her?
- M-I can...
- Come on, bring it on.
The mouse ran.
An hour has passed, and two, and three - there is no Mouse. Of course, where should she bring the Cat, when the Cat is here! - sits here.
Well, the Cat outwitted the Mouse!
TAIL
Hare was tired of need, and he decided to sell his tail.
He came to the bazaar, climbed a hillock and waits for buyers. They saw the Fox Hare, lined up. The back ones press on the front ones, they ask each other:
- What do they give?
- Yes, the tail is thrown away. I just don't know if it's enough for everyone.
“Look, don’t give a lot,” they shout to the Hare. - Enough for everyone!
- Yes, I don’t do much, - the Hare looks askance at his tail, - just don’t press like that, please!
Foxes press, crumple each other's sides, each is afraid that she will not get it.
“It’s hard now with tails,” the foxes complain. - Have you heard the case - two carrots by the tail!
- No, not heard, - the Hare agrees. - Just this tail is dear to me as a memory. I got it from my parents... Oh, don't press, please!..
But no one listened to him. Buyers huddled together, each strove to cling to the tail. And when the bunch dissipated. The hare disappeared somewhere and only its tail remained on the ground.
Only a ponytail - and no queue near it.
HALF-TRUTH
I bought the Fool at the Pravda bazaar. Successfully bought, you will not say anything. He gave three stupid questions for her, and received two cuffs in return and - he went.
But it's easy to say - go! Walking with Truth is not so easy. Who tried, he knows. She is big. True, it's hard. To ride it - you won’t go, but to carry it on yourself - can you carry it far?
The Fool drags his Truth, toils. And it's a shame to quit. After all, it paid for it.
Made it home barely alive.
Where have you been, Fool? his wife lashed out at him.
The Fool explained everything to her as it is, but he could not explain one thing: what is this Truth for, how to use it.
Truth lies in the middle of the street, does not climb into any gates, and the Fool and his wife hold advice - how to be with her, how to adapt her in the household.
Twisted this way and that, nothing came up. Even put the Truth, and then there is nowhere. What are you going to do - nowhere to put the Truth!
- Go, - the wife says to the Fool, - sell your Truth. Don't ask too much - as much as they give, that's fine. It still makes no sense to her.
The Fool dragged himself to the market. He stood in a conspicuous place, shouting:
- Is it true! Is it true! To whom the Truth - fly in!
But no one jumps on him.
- Hey people! shouts the Fool. - Take the Truth - I'll give it cheap!
- No, - the people answer. We don't need your Truth. We have our own Truth, not bought.
But then one Merchant approached the Fool. He twirled around Pravda and asked:
- What, boy. Are you selling the truth? Are you asking too much?
- A little, quite a bit, - the Fool was delighted. - I'll give you a thank you.
- Thank you? - began to estimate Trader. - No, it's too expensive for me.
But then another Trader arrived in time and also began to ask the price.
They dressed up, dressed up and decided to buy one Truth for two. On that they agreed.
They cut the Truth into two parts. It turned out two half-truths, each easier and more comfortable than the whole was. Such half-truths are just a feast for the eyes.
Traders go through the bazaar, and everyone envy them. And then other traders, following their example, began to craft half-truths for themselves.
Traders cut the truth, stock up on half-truths.
Now they are much easier to talk to each other.
Where it would be necessary to say: "You scoundrel!" - you can say: "You have a difficult character." An impudent person can be called a naughty, a deceiver - a dreamer.
And even our Fool now no one will call a fool.
About a fool they will say: "A man who thinks in his own way."
That's how they cut the Truth!
NEIGHBORS
Here lives Haughtiness, and across the street from her - Stupidity. Good neighbors, though dissimilar in character: Stupidity is cheerful and talkative. The arrogance is gloomy and taciturn. But they get along.
One day Stupidity resorts to Arrogance:
- Oh, neighbor, well, I have joy! How many years the barn was leaking, the cattle were ill, and yesterday the roof collapsed, the cattle was killed, and so I got rid of two troubles at once.
- M-yes, - agrees Haughty. - Happens...
- I would like, - continues Stupidity, - to celebrate this event. Invite guests or something. Only whom to call - advise.
- What is there to choose, - says Arrogance. - Call everyone. And then, look, they will think that you are poor!
- Isn't it a lot - all of them? - Stupidity doubts. “It’s for me to sell everything, to take everything out of the hut in order to feed such a horde ...
“So do it,” the Pride instructs. - Let them know.
Stupidity sold all her property, called guests. They feasted, walked for joy, and when the guests left, Stupidity remained in an empty hut. Bow your head - and then there's nothing. And then there's Arrogance with their grievances.
- I advised, - he says, - I'll do it for you - myself. Now they only talk about you, but they don’t notice me at all. I don't know how to be. Maybe you can advise?
- And you set fire to the hut, - advises Stupidity. “They all run to the fire.
This is what Pride did: she set fire to her hut.
The people fled. They look at Pride, point with their fingers.
Satisfied arrogance. She turned her nose up so that you couldn’t get it from the fire tower.
But she didn't have long to rejoice. The hut burned down, the people dispersed, and Arrogance remained in the middle of the street. She stood, stood, and then - nowhere to go - went to Stupidity:
Take it, neighbor. Now I have nowhere else to live.
- Come in, - invites Stupidity, - live. It is a pity that there is nothing to treat you with: it is empty in the hut, there is nothing left.
"All right," Spice says. - Empty is so empty. You just don't show it!
Since then, they have been living together. A friend without a friend - not a single step. Where there is Stupidity, there is always Arrogance, and where there is Arrogance, there is always Stupidity.
BOX
You have, of course, heard of the Box, the simple plywood Box that for a long time was on parcels for everyone, and then, dotted with addresses on all sides, he improved his education so much that he was transferred to the storeroom to the post of chief storekeeper.
Work, as they say, is not dusty. True, if you look closer, there was always enough dust in the pantry, but on the other hand, the Box here, even in complete darkness, had such a prominent position that he immediately found himself in the center of attention. On the shelves, on the window, on the table and on the stools - everywhere the Box had friends.
- You've traveled so much! - rattled friends. - Please tell us where you have been.
And the Box read out to them all the addresses that were written on its lids.
Gradually, the conversation revived, and now Yaschik, completely accustomed to the new company, began to sing his favorite song:
When I served as a box at the post office ...
Everyone switched to you a long time ago, and there was nothing special, of course, that Pincers, taking the Box aside, asked him in a completely friendly way:
- Listen, Box, do you have an extra carnation?
No, the Box didn't have an extra carnation, but friendship, you understand.
- How many do you need? asked Box generously. - I'll pull it out now.
Don't worry, we'll take care of it...
- Yourself? Why yourself? For friends, I...
The box pushed, trying to pull the nails out of it, but in the end, the Pincers still had to intervene.
When I'm at the post office...
- sang the Box, lounging in the middle of the closet. He lost half of his nails, but he still held up well. This was noted even by the Pliers.