Short tales. Good fairy tales written by children Untimely thoughts Maxim Gorky
I present to your attention a new fairy tale "The Lonely Fox Cub", composed on the day of my departure from Moscow. I hasten to notify that the author's punctuation in the story, I do not accept reproaches about this.
The fairy tale "The Lonely Fox Cub" is my second work, completely written on a computer, the first experience of this kind was fantasy story" ". When writing a fairy tale Once again came to the conclusion that to compose on the computer works of art extremely inconvenient: the machine squeaks all the time, indicating typos that constantly occur when the keys are pressed incorrectly, and I see them myself, I have to go back to what was written, edit it. The feeling is lost that the words flow from somewhere inside, and with the help of a hand and a pen they themselves fall on paper, as if written in blood. Writing by typing on a computer is a kind of surrogate for real creativity, although this is just my subjective opinion.
In my opinion, the fairy tale "The Lonely Fox Cub" was a success, it was able to withstand the conceived tempo until the very end of the story. However, this is not for me to judge, but for you dear readers. It remains to be hoped that you will like the fairy tale as much as I liked this unexpected guest, who arrived on the wings of insight, knocking off another topic that I have been unsuccessfully trying to grind out for a long time, but this is a completely different story ...
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Fairy tale "Lonely fox"
A little fox lived in a small forest. The fox cub was so small that his native forest seemed huge to him. dense forest. Fox's parents disappeared a long time ago, when he was very tiny, and he had to learn everything on his own, comprehend all the wisdom of life himself: he had no other relatives.
The little fox did not know that he was a predator and should eat meat: his parents did not have time to tell him about it, the hunting instinct in the little fox did not wake up, and he began to eat what grew around his hole: mushrooms and berries.
The little fox was sad always and everywhere to be alone, he often remembered his mom and dad, but this made him even sadder. Going out for walks, Fox cub tried to find friends for himself and ran to all the animals he met on the way with a joyful smile and a cheerful cry:
- Let's be friends! We will sing songs together, pick berries, and at night under the moonlight we will tell each other fairy tales!
But all the animals encountered on the way of the Little Fox were much smaller than him in size, and scattered at the mere sight of him, most often they were mice. Most likely, they did not understand the fox language, and even if they did, they did not believe in fox friendship, mistaking it for a hunting cunning.
And so passed one endless boring day after another in the life of Fox. But in early youth, every day stretches for a long, long time, becoming like a small
eternity. And then, when there were countless such lingering lonely days in the life of the Little Fox, he decided to go where his eyes looked, as far as possible from his hole. “Perhaps, far from home, I can find a friend!” - thought the Little Fox, leaving the hole at dawn - “A mink ... Well, I’ll dig myself a new mink, next to the mink of my future friend. Mom and dad won’t come back here anymore, and without them I don’t care where to live! The little fox glanced at the entrance to the hole, which served as a reliable refuge from inclement weather, sighed heavily in parting; turned and ran forward without looking back.
And when the sun rose high enough, Little Fox realized that he had climbed very far from home: the places were unfamiliar, and ahead of him there was a gap between the trees. If the Fox Cub had been older, or if someone had told him earlier, he would have known that he had run to the edge of the forest. But the Little Fox did not know this, and boldly continued on his way. At the very edge of the forest he saw big beast, so big that the size of the beast was much larger than Papa Fox. "That's who will be friends with me!" - thought the Little Fox and rushed with all his paws to the stranger, his heart was filled with joy from the anticipation of the joy of friendship and trembled with delight:
- Hello! How glad I am to have met you! Let's be friends! I will show you a berry field with the most delicious berries in our forest, I will tell you which mushrooms you should not eat. I will take you to a watering place by a stream: wonderful beautiful flowers grow near it, and in clear water little silvery fishes are splashing, shining in the rays of the sun with thousands of magical sparks. And then I'll tell you all the stories I know!
The experienced hunting Dog, without a shadow of surprise, looked at the Little Fox running up to him, only tensing all his muscles in order to be ready at the right moment for the only right movement. Wise life experience The dog, of course, understood the language of the fox, but he did not care what the future prey was screaming. The Dog remembered very well how in early spring at the same place he crushed two foxes - a married couple, how the foxes ridiculously tried to protect each other from his furious attack, and remembered how the Owner thanked him for that he had won, Dog, victory.
The fox cub ran almost close to the dog's muzzle, and the dog's teeth closed like a suffocating trap on the thin fox's neck...
The dog, importantly waving his tail, carried the little dead body of the Little Fox to the owner, expecting praise and tasty food for this easily caught prey.
THE TALE OF THE FOUR DEAF
Indian fairy tale
Not far from the village, a shepherd was tending sheep. It was past noon, and the poor shepherd was very hungry. True, when he left the house, he ordered his wife to bring him breakfast in the field, but his wife, as if on purpose, did not come.
The poor shepherd thought: you can’t go home - how to leave the flock? That and look what will be stolen; to stay in place is even worse: hunger will torment you. So he looked back and forth, he sees - Tagliari mows grass for his cow. The shepherd came up to him and said:
Lend me, dear friend: see that my herd does not scatter. I am just going home to have breakfast, and as soon as I have breakfast, I will immediately return and reward you generously for your service.
The shepherd seems to have acted very wisely; indeed, he was a clever and cautious fellow. One thing was bad about him: he was deaf, and so deaf that a cannon shot above his ear would not make him look around; and worst of all, he spoke to a deaf man.
Tagliari heard no better than the shepherd, and therefore it is not surprising that he did not understand a word of the shepherd's speech. On the contrary, it seemed to him that the shepherd wanted to take the grass from him, and he cried out in his heart:
What do you care about my weed? You didn't mow it, but I did. Do not die of hunger to my cow, so that your herd is fed? Whatever you say, I won't give up this herb. Go away!
At these words, the Tagliari shook his hand in anger, and the shepherd thought that he promised to protect his flock, and reassured, he hurried home, intending to give his wife a good head-washer so that she would not forget to bring him breakfast in the future.
A shepherd comes up to his house - he looks: his wife is lying on the threshold, crying and complaining. I must tell you that last night she carelessly ate, and they also say - raw peas, and you know that raw peas are in your mouth sweeter than honey, and in the stomach is heavier than lead.
Our good shepherd did his best to help his wife, put her to bed and gave her a bitter medicine, which made her better. Meanwhile, he did not forget to have breakfast. A lot of time was spent behind all these troubles, and the soul of the poor shepherd became restless. “What is being done with the herd? How long until trouble! thought the shepherd. He hurried back and, to his great joy, soon saw that his flock was quietly grazing in the same place where he had left it. However, as a prudent man, he counted all his sheep. There were exactly the same number as before he left, and he said to himself with relief: Fair man this tagliari! We must reward him."
In the flock, the shepherd had a young sheep; lame indeed, but well-fed. The shepherd put her on his shoulders, went up to the tagliari and said to him:
Thank you, Mr. Tagliari, for taking care of my herd! Here's a whole sheep for your labors.
Tagliari, of course, did not understand anything of what the shepherd said to him, but, seeing the lame sheep, he cried out with his heart:
What does it matter to me that she is lame! How do I know who mutilated her? I did not approach your herd. What's my business?
True, she is lame, - continued the shepherd, not hearing the tagliari, - but all the same, this is a glorious sheep - both young and fat. Take it, fry it and eat it for my health with your buddies.
Will you leave me at last! cried the Tagliari, beside himself with rage. - I tell you again that I did not break the legs of your sheep and not only did not approach your flock, but did not even look at it.
But since the shepherd, not understanding him, still held the lame sheep in front of him, praising it in every way, the tagliari could not stand it and swung his fist at him.
The shepherd, in turn, getting angry, prepared for a heated defense, and they probably would have fought if they had not been stopped by some man who was passing by on horseback.
I must tell you that the Indians have a custom, when they argue about something, to ask the first person they meet to judge them.
So the shepherd and the tagliari, each for his part, grabbed the horse's bridle to stop the rider.
Do me a favor, - the shepherd said to the rider, - stop for a minute and judge: which of us is right and who is to blame? I give this man a sheep from my flock in gratitude for his services, and he almost killed me in gratitude for my gift.
Do me a favor, - said the Tagliari, - stop for a moment and consider: which of us is right and who is to blame? This wicked shepherd accuses me of mutilating his sheep when I did not approach his flock.
Unfortunately, the judge they chose was also deaf, and even, they say, more than both of them together. He gestured with his hand for them to be silent, and said:
I must confess to you that this horse is definitely not mine: I found it on the road, and since I am in a hurry to the city on an important matter, in order to be in time, I decided to sit on it. If she is yours, take her; if not, then let me go as soon as possible: I have no time to stay here any longer.
The shepherd and the tagliari did not hear anything, but for some reason each imagined that the rider was deciding the matter not in his favor.
Both of them began to shout and curse even louder, blaming the mediator they had chosen for the injustice.
At this time, an old brahmin appeared on the road. All three disputers rushed to him and began vying to tell their case. But the Brahmin was as deaf as they were.
Understand! Understand! he answered them. - She sent you to beg me to return home (the brahmin was talking about his wife). But you won't succeed. Do you know that in the whole world there is no one more grumpy than this woman? Since I married her, she has made me commit so many sins that I cannot wash them away even in the sacred waters of the Ganges River. I would rather eat alms and spend the rest of my days in a foreign land. I made up my mind; and all your persuasion will not make me change my intentions and again agree to live in the same house with such an evil wife.
The noise rose more than before; all together shouted with all their might, not understanding one another. Meanwhile, the one who stole the horse, seeing people running from a distance, mistook them for the owners of the stolen horse, quickly jumped off it and ran away.
The shepherd, noticing that it was already getting late and that his flock had completely dispersed, hurried to gather his lambs and drove them to the village, bitterly complaining that there was no justice on earth, and attributing all the sorrows of the day to the snake that crawled across the road at the time when he left the house - the Indians have such a sign.
Tagliari returned to his mowed grass and, finding there a fat sheep, an innocent cause of the dispute, he put it on his shoulders and carried it to himself, thinking in this way to punish the shepherd for all insults.
The Brahmin reached a nearby village, where he stopped for the night. Hunger and fatigue somewhat calmed his anger. And the next day, friends and relatives came and persuaded the poor Brahmin to return home, promising to reassure his quarrelsome wife and make her more obedient and humble.
Do you know, friends, what can come to mind when you read this tale? It seems like this: there are people in the world, big and small, who, although they are not deaf, are not better than the deaf: what you say to them, they do not listen; what you assure - do not understand; get together - argue, they themselves do not know what. They quarrel for no reason, take offense without offense, and they themselves complain about people, about fate, or attribute their misfortune to ridiculous signs - spilled salt, broken mirror... So, for example, one of my friends never listened to what the teacher told him in class, and sat on the bench as if deaf. What happened? He grew up a fool a fool: for whatever he takes, nothing succeeds. Smart people they pity him, the cunning ones deceive him, and, you see, he complains about fate, that he was born unhappy.
Do me a favor, friends, do not be deaf! We have been given ears to listen. One clever man noticed that we have two ears and one tongue, and that, therefore, we need to listen more than speak.
Notes
village watchman. - Ed.
attendant in an Indian temple. - Ed.
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Three hunters
french fairy tale
There were three hunters.
Two went naked, and the third had no clothes.
The hunters had three guns.
Two guns were not loaded. The third had no charge.
The hunters left the city at dawn and walked far. Far, far and further.
Near the forest they shot three birds with one stone and missed two of them. And the third hare ran away from them. They put it in the pocket of the unclothed hunter.
Oh my god! they said. - How can we cook that hare that ran away from us
And so the three hunters set off again.
At last they came to a house without walls, without a roof, without rails, without windows, without everything.
Three hunters knocked loudly on the door three times: Knock! Here! Here!
The owner, who was not at home, replied:
Who's there What do you need
Would you do us a favor Lend us a pot to boil that hare that ran away from us.
Oh, my God, friends, I have only three pots: two have their bottoms knocked out, and the third is no longer good for anything!
Oh, and the roast turned out delicious!
A poem on the theme of this fairy tale (I had it on a disc performed by Lifshitz and Levenbuk along with Fly-Tsokotuha, a Colorful Family. I loved this record very much! Now there is a digitization on the net. I found it and was happy :))
Once upon a time, three hunter friends lived.
Everyone has nowhere to put their clothes!
Therefore, two were undressed,
And the third had nothing to wear.
Everyone had so many cartridges,
That the guns just happened to be in trouble:
One without cartridges did not shoot at all,
And two were always uncharged.
One day my friends went hunting
And each hit a huge hare.
But they missed two of the dead,
And the third one killed ran away from them.
Friends climbed on the threshold of an unfamiliar
And they knocked on the door: knock-knock-knock!
The owner, who was not at home,
Now he got up and went out to knock.
The three hunter friends sighed three times
And they began to ask the owner in unison:
- You won't give us a big pot,
To boil a runaway hare in it?
pot? Please, as much as you want!
I have three of them, not just one!
But two fell apart and became unusable,
And in the third pan - no lid, no bottom!
But now the story has come to a close.
Firstly, everything is finally over,
When, secondly, the fairy tale ends,
Then thirdly, then the end comes.
UNUSUAL HISTORY
Yarochka Ozernaya, 6 years old
Once in the spring, in the early morning, when the sun had just woken up, my grandfather Vanya had a amazing story. It was like that.
Grandfather Vanya went to the forest to pick mushrooms.
He walks slowly, purring a song under his breath, looking for mushrooms under the Christmas trees with a stick. Suddenly he sees - a hedgehog sits on a stump and cries bitterly. The hedgehog's leg was broken and hurt. Grandfather took pity on the hedgehog, wrapped his leg, treated him to a sweet candy. Grandfather loved lollipops very much, because he had no teeth and he could not chew real sweets. The hedgehog really liked grandfather's lollipops. He thanked him and ran to his children.
But a few days later, the hedgehog with his sons brought many, many mushrooms to grandfather on his back and asked to live with his grandfather under the house with his whole family. They all ate sugar mushrooms together and sucked on delicious candies.
QUESTIONS AND TASKS
If you had a hedgehog at home, what would you feed him?
Why did the hedgehog want to live with his grandfather?
Have you ever seen a hedgehog? What is the nature of this forest animal?
What forest gifts can you make sweets from? Come up with some forest candy recipes and draw them.
o All children are little hedgehogs. Each hedgehog must tell how and how he will help grandfather.
FAIRY GLADE
Lilya Pomytkina, 7 years old, Kiev
There were little fairies in the flowery meadow. They lived together and loved to help people, especially children.
One day a little girl came to the flower field. She wept bitterly because her finger was cut. She didn't notice anything but the pain. Then the fairies surrounded her in a dense ring and waved their wings in unison. The girl felt relieved and stopped crying. The fairies asked the sun's rays to quickly dry the girl's tears, and she began to listen to everything around. She heard flowers smell, insects buzz, and birds sing. And the fairies whispered to her that the world around was beautiful, that the wound on the finger would soon heal, and you should not be very upset.
One little fairy brought a tiny plantain leaf and put it on the wound. Another asked ladybug play with the girl in the game "Rain or bucket". And the third - called the breeze to smooth the girl's disheveled hair.
And the girl felt so good that she began to smile and play with the fairies. After that, the girl always came to the clearing of the fairies if she felt bad.
When she grew up, she did not forget the clearing with fairies and in Hard time always called the little fairies for help.
QUESTIONS AND TASKS
How would you help the girl if you were the fairies?
Give the children name cards. different qualities. Children have to think of how the fairies taught someone this or that quality.
Remember some difficult situation from your life and think about how different heroes of a fairy tale could help you in this situation, for example: fairies, a breeze, sunlight, etc.
Imagine that good fairies invited you to the festival of forest fairies. Draw this holiday and tell about it.
B ASHMACHKI
Makarova Olya, 8 years old
Once upon a time there was a boy Kolya. He had new shoes. But his shoes lived very badly. Kolya did not take care of them: he did not wash, did not clean and threw them anywhere. The shoes did not know what to do. Then they decided to take Kolya to a shoe factory so that he could see how much work needed to be done in order to sew such wonderful shoes. The next day, the shoes took Kolya to the factory to see how shoes appear from a piece of leather. The factory was huge, and Kolya was surprised at how many craftsmen and machines it takes to sew shoes. Then an important woman approached them. She said hello and asked the shoes how they were doing and whether Kolya was taking care of them. The shoes sighed sadly, but said nothing. They didn't want to complain about their master. Kolya felt very ashamed, and he said thank you important woman for her work.
Since then, Kolya has always taken care of his shoes, because he saw how much work it takes to sew such shoes.
QUESTIONS AND TASKS
How will Kolya take care of his shoes after this incident?
Tell us how you take care of your shoes.
What qualities should the owner have in order for his shoes to enjoy life?
Talk to your favorite shoe and then tell everyone what it told you about.
How can shoes thank a person for his care? Think up and draw a fairy tale about how your shoes took care of you.
Discuss with the children how to care for shoes in different time year and in different weather.
P AUCHOC
Vnuchkova Dana, 8 years old
There lived a little spider. He was all alone and was very sad that he had no friends. One day he decided to go and find some friends. It was spring, the sun was warming, and dew shone on the grass. Two moths were flying over the green meadow. One is white and the other is red. They saw a little spider, and the white moth asked him:
- Why are you so sad?
Because I have no friends, - the spider answered.
But moths are not friends with spiders, because spiders cannot fly, said the white moth.
And the red moth said:
- Let's be friends with you, I'll teach you to fly.
The spider was very happy and agreed. Since then, they became friends and flew over the meadow together. A moth on wings, and a spider on hot-air balloon from cobwebs.
QUESTIONS AND TASKS
Imagine that in a web balloon you and a spider are traveling above the earth. Draw your journey and tell about it.
Tell us about a friend of yours who taught you something.
What can a spider teach moths?
Give the children cards with drawings of different insects. Each, on behalf of his insect, must tell what he can teach any other insect. For example: what can an ant teach earthworm, butterfly - ant, etc. Then the children draw how different insects taught each other.
Divide the children into groups of three. One child in the group is a spider, the other two are moths. Children should come up with small dramatizations about the friendship of a moth and spiders.
GOLD DROPS
Yana Dankova, 8 years old
It was a sunny day. The sun shone brightly brightly. There were dew drops on the bush, like gold. Then I went to the bush and wanted to take them. As soon as I touched it, everything disappeared. And I was very sad, but the sun saw that I was crying and whispered to me: "Don't cry. Everything will be fine, just don't cry." When I heard these words, I was so happy that I wanted to jump and sing songs. And suddenly I saw the same drops of dew on the bush. I went to the bush, sat down on a pebble and looked at the golden drops.
QUESTIONS AND TASKS
How would you calm a girl in the place of the sun?
Has the sun ever soothed you? Tell and draw how the sun helped you in different situations.
Imagine that the sun gave the girl magic dew drops. Each drop could grant her one wish. Draw the fulfilled desires of the girl. According to each other's drawings, the children tell what desires and how they fulfilled the droplets.
WILLOW AND ITS LEAVES
Sasha Timchenko, 8 years old
I was walking through the park and saw a flock of leaves. They fell to the ground. Verba began to feel sad. And the leaves that fell from it also saddened. But when they fell to the ground, they wrote a sentence: "Dear willow, you loved us, and we love you too."
QUESTIONS AND TASKS
Give the children cards with drawings of leaves from different trees and ask them to thank the tree on behalf of these leaves for taking care of them.
You can give the children cards with drawings of different trees and ask them to say goodbye to their leaves on behalf of these trees.
Think up and draw a fairy tale about how a flock of leaves decided to travel to the southern countries together with migratory birds.
TALE OF FLOWERS
Naumenko Regina, 9 years old
Once upon a time there was a girl named Nadezhda. Hope was as beautiful as a rose. Her face was white, with rosy cheeks, and her eyes were emerald green. But her character was very prickly. She often pricked people with her taunts like thorns. Once Nadezhda fell in love with a very handsome young man. She never pricked him and spoke to him affectionately. But it so happened that her beloved young man forgot about her and did not want to come to her anymore. Nadezhda was very sad, but did not want to say anything bad about the young man. Girlfriends persuaded Nadezhda to inject the young man. They spoke:
- Since he forgot you, prick him with your thorns.
I love him and don't want to harm him, - answered Nadezhda.
But Nadezhda could not live without her beloved. Then she pricked herself, her red blood spilled, and Hope turned into a wonderful red rose.
QUESTIONS AND TASKS
The children are given picture cards. different colors. Each child in turn names any one quality with which he associates this flower. Then the children draw a magical bouquet of those flowers that will teach a person one or another quality.
Draw roses of Faith, Love, Happiness, Joy, Peace, etc., and talk about how these roses have helped people.
What do you think, if Nadezhda's beloved had not left her, would her character have changed?
Draw Nadezhda and her beloved in the form of certain flowers.
GOOD HEART
Perky Mariyka, 9 years old
There lived a pretty little girl in the world. She was very beautiful, with white hair, blue eyes and a kind tender heart. One day, mom went to work, and took her daughter to a neighbor to look after her.
The neighbor was a single woman with no children. She treated the girl to cookies and went for a walk with her. The neighbor held the girl by the hand and bragged to all passers-by about what she had. beautiful daughter. The girl never deceived anyone and did not like it when others deceive. She realized that their neighbor would very much like to have a daughter. And after the walk, when my mother came home, the girl told her everything.
Mom thought for a long time and came up with. She baked a huge tasty pie and invited a neighbor. A neighbor came and was very happy with the cake and such nice people. They sat and talked for a long time, drank tea, ate cake. And when the neighbor decided to leave, the girl gave her a fluffy white puppy. The puppy squeaked and licked his new mistress right in the nose. The neighbor burst into tears of happiness. And since then they have always walked together - a neighbor with her puppy and a girl with her mother.
QUESTIONS AND TASKS
Come up with a recipe for a pie that a mother and her daughter baked and draw it.
Who was the girl's mother? What would you do in her place, after the girl would tell you about the neighbor's deceit?
Come up with some fun game, which was played in the park by a mother and daughter, a neighbor and a puppy.
draw kind hearts the girl's mother and her daughter.
GRANDMA'S DUBOCHEK
Misha Kozhan, 8 years old
lived in big city grandmother. She loved nature so much that she planted oak trees under her window. He was so small that he could not bear the weight of a titmouse if she sat on his twig. Grandmother took care of her oak tree and greeted him every morning, looking out of the window. And my grandmother had a little grandson who often came to visit her. Together they went to their oak tree and looked after it. Then they sat side by side, and the grandmother read fairy tales to her grandson. Every summer they took pictures at the oak tree, and then rejoiced, watching how the baby and the tree grow. The oak tree had many new branches, and it no longer bent under the weight of the birds.
Oak was always looking forward to when the grandson would come to visit his grandmother. He was very fond of listening to his grandmother's tales with him and then retold them to his friends: the birds, the sun, the wind and the rain. Once the grandson came to his grandmother, but they did not come out to the oak tree and did not even greet him. Oak tree waited and waited, but did not wait. Then he asked the sparrow to look out the window and find out what was the matter. Sparrow flew in upset and said that his friend was in bed, he had a high temperature, and his throat hurt. Oak was very alarmed and called all his friends for help.
The raindrops gave the boy a drink of living spring water, the sun's rays warmed his neck, the breeze cooled his hot forehead, and the birds sang such a wonderful song that he immediately became cheerful. And the disease receded.
Thank you, oak tree, for your help, the boy said to his friend the next day.
Soon the boy went to school. Both of them grew and became prettier to the delight of their grandmother. The boy listened to fairy tales and thought that when they both grow up and become big, he will come to the oak already with his children and will also read fairy tales to them under the wide dense foliage of the oak. That thought made my heart warm and calm.
QUESTIONS AND TASKS
Think up and draw a fairy tale that the grandmother told her grandson and the oak tree.
Draw a tree that you are friends with or would like to be friends with and tell us about it.
Divide the children into groups and ask them to come up with and draw different situations when the oak tree and the boy will come to each other's aid.
Give the children cards with drawings of different inhabitants of the earth - trees, flowers, animals, birds, etc. Children should, on behalf of those who got them on the cards, tell how and how they would help the boy to recover.
SNOWFLAKES UNDER CHERRY
Nastya Zaitseva, 8 years old
The enchanted garden slumbers in winter silence. Snowflakes-fluffs sleep peacefully under the spreading branches of cherries. Snowflakes had an interesting dream. As if they are circling around the cherry, and the cherry says to them: “What fun you are, my beloved children,” and then strokes them and hugs them. The fluffy snowflakes felt the gentle warmth and woke up in an instant. They were sad because they were not children of cherries, but cherries comfort them: "Don't be sad. As soon as the sun warms, you will become droplets and merrily slide down to my roots."
That's how it all happened. The souls of snowflakes fell in love with their kind comforter. In the spring, they rolled down to her roots and became her real children: some are a leaf, some are a flower and a cherry. The dream of snowflakes came true.
GREEN CHERRY
Nastya Zaitseva, 8 years old
All cherries were ripe, only one berry remained green and small. She saw a beautiful, red berry next to her and said to her:
- Let's be friends.
The red cherry looked at her and replied:
- I don't want to be friends with you. I'm so beautiful and red, and you are green.
The green cherry saw a large cherry and said to her:
- Let's be friends.
I won’t be friends with you, you are small, and I am big, - answered the large cherry.
The little cherry wanted to make friends with the ripe berry, but she didn’t want to be friends with her either. So there was a little cherry without friends.
Once all the cherries were harvested from the tree, only the green one remained. Time passed and she matured. There was not a single berry on any tree, and when the children found a cherry, they were very happy. They divided it up and ate it. And this cherry was the most delicious.
THE BIRTH OF A SNOWFLAKER
Nastya Zaitseva, 8 years old
Winter lived. On New Year's Eve, her daughter was born. Winter didn't know what to call it. She told everyone about the birth of a winter baby and asked what name to give her, but no one could come up with a name.
Winter was sad and went to Santa Claus to ask for help. And he replies: "I can't help it. I don't have time, I'm getting ready for the New Year."
Meanwhile, the daughter ran to her mother Zima and said:
- The wind is very kind. He helps everyone. I told him that I wanted to learn how to dance and he taught me. Here, look, - and she began to dance.
Daughter, you dance very beautifully, - Zima praised her daughter.
Mom, why are you so sad? Probably tired, preparing for the New Year?
No, I just have a lot to do, - my mother answered, - and you run and play.
Winter told him about everything, and suggested that the Wind fly to her to ask Snow what to name her daughter.
They flew to the Snow, and Winter says:
- Snow-brother, you probably know that my daughter was born?
I know, because I do not appear on earth on my own, but thanks to your daughter. She helps me.
Help me think of a name for my daughter, - asked Zima.
I know what name to give her - Snowflake. From my name - Snow.
That's what they called the daughter of Winter Snowflake. And they all together cheerfully met the New Year.
QUESTIONS AND TASKS
Come up with your own proper names for different seasons and explain why you named them that.
What would you name a snowflake if you didn't know its name?
What other children does Zima's mother have, and what are their names? (A snowstorm, an ice floe, hoarfrost, a snow maiden, etc.) Draw winter gifts that different children of Winter will prepare for people. According to each other's drawings, children guess which children of winter gave people certain gifts.
What things should Mommy Winter do for the New Year? Draw the most important winter things to do.
If your child loves short stories , then this category is a real gift for you. Here we have tried to collect all short stories, reading which does not take much time and does not tire your baby. If your child falls asleep quickly, then short stories- exactly for him!
Wild and tame donkey
A wild donkey saw a tame donkey, went up to him and began to praise his life: just like his body, he is smooth and what sweet food for him. Then, as they loaded a tame donkey, and as the driver began to drive him with a club from behind, the wild donkey said:
No, brother, I don’t envy you now, I see that your life is getting to you with juice.
It was a very long time ago when all birds lived in warm lands. In Altai, only rivers chirped. Southern birds heard this song of water and wanted to know who is ringing so loudly, singing so cheerfully, what joy happened in Altai.
However, flying to an unknown land was very scary. In vain did the golden eagle persuade his falcons and hawks, owls and cuckoos. Of all the birds, only the titmouse dared to set off to the north.
There lived a humpback bear. He was a real lazy person. I once saw a ripe cone, and immediately his shoulder ached, it began to prick under his arm.
How can I, sick, climb into the cedar?
Walks around. Walks through small decks. He sees a larger deck - and goes straight along it: he is too lazy to step higher. Suddenly: knock! - the bump itself fell to the bear on the crown. From crown to feet.
That's clever! - the bear rendered and looked up, would something else fall?
Oh, great bear, - the pockmarked nutcracker squeaked, - I threw you the best bump.
Once upon a time there was a pop. He hired a worker, brought him home.
Well, worker, serve well, I won't leave you.
The worker lived for a week, haymaking came.
Well, light, - says the priest, - God willing, let's move safely, wait for the morning and go tomorrow to mow hay.
Okay, daddy.
They waited for the morning, got up early. Pop and says popadye:
Let's have breakfast, mother, we'll go to the field to mow hay.
Popadya collected on the table. They sat down together and ate breakfast. Pop says to the worker:
There was a stupid village in the forest. People lived in the wilderness, they never saw a wide place, so much ... There was one smarter, They called Guess, and he was stupid. These men gathered in the forest to hunt and see: there is a hole in the snow, and steam comes out of the hole ... What is it? They began to think, they thought for two hours.
You have to ask Gud.
Well, Guess, he knows, he understands.
Frog under the mud
He fell ill with scarlet fever.
A rook flew to him,
Speaks:
"I am a doctor!
Get into my mouth
Everything will pass now!”
Am! And ate.
Once upon a time there were two brothers, two brothers - a sandpiper and a crane. They mowed down a stack of hay and placed it among the Poles. Can't you tell the tale again from the end?
Once upon a time there was an old man, the old man had a well, and there was a dace in the well, and here the fairy tale ends.
Once upon a time there was a king, the king had a yard, there was a stake in the yard, a bast on the stake; can't you tell from the beginning?
Shall I tell you a fairy tale about a white bull?
Three passers-by dined at the inn and set off.
And what, guys, because we seem to have paid dearly for lunch?
Well, although I paid dearly, - said one, - but not without reason!
Didn't you notice? As soon as the owner looks, I’ll grab a handful of salt from the salt shaker, yes in my mouth, yes in my mouth!
An old oak tree dropped an acorn under a hazel bush. Hazel said to the oak:
Is there not enough space under your branches? You would drop your acorns in a clean place. Here I myself feel cramped for my shoots, and I myself do not throw my nuts on the ground, but give them to people.
I live two hundred years, - said the oak, - and the oak from this acorn will live the same.
With Reed Oak once entered into speech.
"Verily, you have the right to grumble against nature, -
He said, - a sparrow, and that one is heavy for you.
A little light breeze will ripple the water,
You will stagger, you will start to weaken
And so bend down lonely,
What a pity to look at you.
Meanwhile, on a par with the Caucasus, proudly,
Not only do I block the rays of the sun,
But, laughing at whirlwinds and thunderstorms,
I stand firm and straight.
As if surrounded by an inviolable peace:
Everything is a storm for you - everything seems to me a marshmallow.
Oak once said to Reed:
“You have the right to blame Nature;
And the kinglet is a heavy burden for you.
The slightest wind that accidentally
Ripples the water surface
Makes you hang your head:
Whereas my brow, like the Caucasus,
Not content to stop the sun's rays,
not afraid of the efforts of the storm.
Everything for you is Aquilon, everything for me is Zephyr.
The fool had a very good knife. The fool began to cut a nail with this knife. The knife did not cut the nail. Then the fool said:
My knife is bad.
And he began to cut the liquid jelly with this knife: where he passes through the jelly with a knife, there the jelly will again come together. Fool said:
Came great post: a peasant needs to go to confession to the priest. He wrapped a birch log in a bag, tied it with a rope and went to the priest.
Well, tell me, light, what did you sin? And what do you have?
This, father, is a white fish, I brought you to bow!
Well, this is a good thing! Is the tea frozen?
Frozen, everything lay on the cellar.
Well, someday it will melt!
I came, father, to repent: once I stood at the mass, yes ...
What a sin! I myself once in the altar ... It's nothing, the light! Walk with God.
An old man had an only son, who, they say, did not like to bother himself: what his father does not order to be done, he only scratches his head. One day his father said to him:
Son, the cattle ran out of food, go to the meadow.
There on the road - a pit, as you run over - the cart turns over. I won’t go,” the son refused.
If it capsizes, Need will help you. Call the need.
The calf saw the hedgehog and said:
I will eat you!
The hedgehog did not know that the calf did not eat hedgehogs, got scared, curled up in a ball and snorted:
Try.
Lifting his tail, a stupid body-foot jumped up, trying to butt, then he spread his front legs and licked the hedgehog.
I met a hare hedgehog and says:
You should be good to everyone, hedgehog, only your legs are crooked, they are braided.
The hedgehog got angry and said:
What are you laughing at? my crooked legs run faster than your straight ones. Let me just go home, and then let's run a race!
At the groove
Two boogers
They sell pins to hedgehogs.
And let's laugh!
Would be at the Christmas tree
She would run
Along the track.
She would dance
Together with us,
She would knock
Heels.
The guys looked at the calendar this morning, and there last leaf remained.
Tomorrow New Year! Tree tomorrow! The toys will be ready, but the Christmas tree is not. The guys decided to write a letter to Santa Claus so that he would send a Christmas tree from dense forest- the most fluffy, the most beautiful.
The guys wrote this letter and quickly ran into the yard - to sculpt a snowman.
In late autumn, birds flew to the edge of the forest.
It's time for them to warmer climes. They gathered for seven days, called to each other:
Is everyone here? Is everything here? Is everyone here?
It turns out that the capercaillie is missing. The golden eagle thumped with his hooked nose on a dry branch, thumped again and ordered the young grouse to call the capercaillie. Whistling its wings, a grouse flew into the thicket of the forest. He sees - a capercaillie sits on a cedar, shelling nuts from cones.
Once upon a time there lived a gentleman with a mistress. Here the master went blind, and the lady went on a spree with one clerk. The master began to think ... and he would not let her take a step without him. What to do? Once she went with her husband to the garden, and the clerk came there too ... Here is a blind husband sitting by the apple tree, and the wife ... with the clerk. And their neighbor looks out of his house, out of the window into the garden, saw what was being built there ... and said to his wife:
Look, darling, what's going on at the apple tree. Well, now how will God open the eyes of the blind man so that he will see - what will happen then? After all, he will kill her to death.
And, darling! After all, God gives evasion to our sister too!
And what's the trick here?
Then you will know.
There lived Phil's husband, his wife was Khima - careless, drowsy, negligent. Once on a summer day she went to harvest rye; did not reap, lay down in the field and fell asleep. Filya comes, took her head off, smeared it with dough, sprinkled it with fluff and went home. Here Hima woke up, clutched her head and said:
What would that mean? In my mind I'm Hima, but in my head I don't seem to be. Wait, I'll go to the village; Do I recognize my yard?
She walks through the village, counts the yards, approaches her yard and says:
Here is our yard!
Asks the owner:
Phil, oh Phil! Is your Hima at home?
One husband had a wife, but only so perky that she told him everything in defiance. It happened that he would say: “Shaven”, - and she will certainly shout: “Shortened!” They fought all day! The husband was tired of his wife, so he began to think how to get rid of her.
They go once to the river, and instead of a bridge on the dam there is a crossbar.
“Wait,” he thinks, “now I’ll take her out.”
As she began to cross the crossbar, he says:
Look, wife, don't shake, or you'll just drown!
So here I am on purpose! Shaking, shaking, and flopping into the water! He felt sorry for his wife; so he climbed into the water, began to look for it, and goes up the hill, up, against the current on the water.
A man set nets on the cranes because they knocked down his crops. Cranes were caught in the net, and one stork was with the cranes.
The stork says to the man:
Let me go: I'm not a crane, but a stork; we are the most honorable birds; I live at your father's house. And it is clear from the pen that I am not a crane.
The man says:
I caught with cranes, I will slaughter with them.
An owl flew - a cheerful head. So she flew, flew and sat down, and turned her tail, but looked around and flew again - flew, flew and sat down, turned her tail and looked around and flew again - flew, flew ...
This is a saying, and this is what a fairy tale is. Once upon a time there lived a crane and a heron in the swamp. They built themselves at the ends of the hut.
The woman heated the stove and let the smoke into the hut - not to breathe.
“We must ask the neighbors for a sieve to take out the smoke from the hut,” the woman thought and went to the neighbors, but did not close the door behind her. Came to the neighbors. And they say:
We don't have a sieve. Guess what, they lent it.
The woman went to Dogadaikha, to the edge of the village, took the sieve from her and went home.
She entered the hut, and the smoke in it was gone.
The fox was walking along the path and found a bast shoe, came to the peasant and asks:
Master, let me sleep. He says:
Nowhere, fox! Closely!
How much space do I need? I myself on the bench, and the tail under the bench.
They let her spend the night; she says:
Put my bast shoes with your chickens. They laid it down, and the fox got up at night and threw down her bast shoe. In the morning they get up, she asks for her bast shoes, and the owners say:
Little fox, he's gone!
Well, give me the chicken for him.
There lived a man. His father dies and says:
You, my son, live like this: so that you don’t bow to anyone, but everyone would bow to you, and eat kalachi with honey!
Father died. And this man lives for a year - he lived a hundred rubles: he did not bow to anyone and ate all the rolls with honey. Lives another - lived another hundred. In the third year he lived the third hundred. And he thinks: “What is this? Hundreds are not added to me, but all are reduced!
Forest hares feed on tree bark at night, field hares feed on winter crops and grass, bean goose feed on grains on the threshing floors. During the night, hares make a deep, visible trail in the snow. Before hares, hunters are people, and dogs, and wolves, and foxes, and crows, and eagles. If the hare walked simply and straight, then in the morning he would now be found on the trail and caught; but the hare is cowardly, and cowardice saves him.
The hare walks at night through the fields and forests without fear and makes straight tracks; but as soon as morning comes, his enemies wake up: the hare begins to hear either the barking of dogs, or the screech of sleighs, or the voices of peasants, or the crackling of a wolf in the forest, and begins to rush from side to side with fear. It will jump forward, be frightened of something - and run back in its wake. He will hear something else - and with all his might he will jump to the side and gallop away from the previous trace. Again something hits - again the hare will turn back and again jump to the side. When it becomes light, he will lie down.
The next morning, the hunters begin to disassemble the hare's trail, get confused by double tracks and long jumps, and are surprised at the tricks of the hare. And the hare did not think to be cunning. He's just afraid of everything.
They gave Murochka a notebook,
Moore began to draw.
“This is a furry Christmas tree.
Once upon a time there was a hare in the forest: in the summer it was good, and in the winter it was bad - he had to go to the peasants to the threshing floor, steal oats.
He comes to one peasant at the threshing floor, and then there is a herd of hares. So he began to brag about them:
I don’t have a mustache, but a mustache, not paws, paws, not teeth, but teeth - I’m not afraid of anyone.
The hares told their aunt crow about this boast. The crow's aunt went to look for the braggart and found him under the kokorina. The hare was scared
Crow aunt, I won't brag anymore!
How did you boast?
The three hare once said to the hound dog:
Why are you barking when you're chasing us? You would rather catch us if you ran silently. And with barking, you only catch up with the hunter: he can hear where we are running, and he runs towards us with a gun, kills us and gives you nothing.
The dog said:
I don’t bark for this, but bark only because when I hear your smell, I get angry and rejoice that I will catch you right now; and I don't know why, but I can't stop barking.
Big gathering in a crowd,
Animals caught the bear;
Crushed on an open field -
And share among themselves
Who gets what.
And the Hare immediately pulls the bear's ear.
"Ba, you, oblique, -
Shouting to him - bestowed a breakaway?
No one saw you fishing."
"Here, brothers! - The hare answered, -
Yes, someone from the forest - I scared him all the time
And I put you right in the field
There lived a little girl. Her father and mother had died, and she was so poor that she did not even have a closet where to live, and a bed where to sleep. Finally, she was left with only the dress that she had on, and a piece of bread in her hand, which some compassionate soul gave her. But she was kind and humble. And because she was abandoned by the whole world, she went out, relying on the will of the Lord, into the field. A poor man met her on the road and said:
Ah, give me something to eat, I'm so hungry.
She gave him the last piece of bread and said:
A child was walking along the road, he wept plaintively and said:
At the neighbor's stove there lived a peasant with an elbow.
Helped a neighbor with something, little by little. Bad life on other people's bread.
Anguish took the peasant, went to the cell; sitting, crying. Suddenly he sees - a muzzle poked out of a hole in the corner and led a pig nose.
"Anchutka's fifth," thought the peasant, and froze.
Anchutka came out, pointed his ear and said:
Hello kum!
Grandma and grandpa lived. And they had a rooster and a hen. One day my grandmother and grandfather had a fight. And the grandmother says to the grandfather: "Grandfather, take a rooster for yourself, and give me a chicken." Here the grandfather lives with a rooster, and they have nothing to eat. And the grandmother with the chicken is good, the chicken lays eggs. The grandfather says to the rooster: “Cockerel, cockerel! Even though I don’t want to part with you, I still have to. Go, cockerel, I let you go.
The rooster went wherever his eyes look. He was walking through the forest, and a fox met him: "Where are you going?" - "I'm going to see the king and show myself." - "Can I go with you?" - "OK". They walked, walked, the fox was tired. The rooster put her under one wing, and they went on.
A wolf met them: "Where are you going?" "Let's go see the king and show ourselves." - "Well, I'm with you." They walked for a long time, and the wolf was tired. He planted a rooster and him under another wing.
Ivan Tsarevich became bored, he took a blessing from his mother and went hunting. And he should go through the old forest.
The winter night has come.
In the forest it is either light or dark; frost crackles on the ripe snow.
Out of nowhere a hare jumped out; Ivan Tsarevich laid an arrow, and the hare turned into a ball and rolled. Ivan Tsarevich ran after him.
A ball flies, a snowball crunches, and the pines parted, a clearing opened, a white tower stands in the clearing, twelve bear heads on twelve towers ... The moon burns from above, lancet windows shimmer.
The ball rolled, turned into a harrier-bird: sat down on the gate. Ivan Tsarevich was frightened - he wanted to shoot a prophetic bird - he took off his hat.
One king built himself a palace and made a garden in front of the palace. But at the very entrance to the garden there was a hut, and a poor peasant lived. The king wanted to demolish this hut so that it would not spoil the garden, and sent his minister to the poor peasant to buy a hut.
