True truth. Fairy tale

A terrible incident! - said the chicken, who lived on the other side of the city, and not where the incident happened. - A terrible incident in the chicken coop! I just don't dare to spend the night alone now! It's good that there are many of us on our nest!

And she began to tell, so much so that the feathers of all the hens stood on end, and the comb of the rooster shriveled. Yes, yes, the real truth!

But we'll start over, and it all started in a chicken coop on the other side of the city.

The sun was setting, and all the chickens were already on the perches. One of them, a white short-legged hen in all respects respectable and respectable, regularly carrying the required number of eggs, having sat down comfortably, began to clean and preen herself before going to bed. And - here is one small feather flew out and fell to the ground.

Look, it flew! - said the chicken. - Well, nothing, the more prettier, the more prettier!

It was said in this way, in jest - the hen was generally of a cheerful disposition, but this did not in the least prevent her from being, as has already been said, a very, very respectable hen. With that she fell asleep.

The chicken coop was dark. The hens were sitting side by side, and the one that was sitting side by side with our hen had not yet slept: it wasn’t that she deliberately overheard the words of her neighbor, but she heard it out of the corner of her ear - that’s what you should do if you want to live in peace with your neighbors! And so she could not resist and whispered to her other neighbor:

Heard? I don't want to name names, but there is a hen among us who is ready to pluck out all her feathers just to be prettier. If I were a cock, I would despise her!

Just above the hens an owl was sitting in a nest with her husband and children; owls have acute hearing, and they did not miss a single word of a neighbor. At the same time, all of them intensively rolled their eyes, and the owl waved its wings, like fans.

Shh! Don't listen kids! However, of course, you have already heard? Me too. Oh! Just ears wither! One of the hens was so forgotten that she began to pluck her feathers right in front of the rooster!

Watch out, the kids are here! - said the father owl. “You don’t talk about such things in front of children!”

We must still tell our neighbor owl about this, she is such a nice person!

And the owl flew to the neighbor.

Whoo, whoo! - then both owls hooted right above the neighboring dovecote. - You heard? You heard? Yes! One hen plucked out all her feathers because of a rooster! She'll freeze, freeze to death! If it's not already cold! Yes!

Chicken chicken! Where where? - doves cooed.

In the next yard! It was almost in front of my eyes! It's just indecent to even talk about it, but it's the real truth!

We believe, we believe! - said the pigeons and cooed to the chickens sitting below: - Chickens! One hen, and others say, even two plucked out all their feathers in order to distinguish themselves in front of a rooster! A risky undertaking. That way and catch a cold and die for a short time, but they already died!

Crow! crowed the rooster, flying up the fence. - Wake up! - At the very eyes, they were still stuck together from sleep, and he was already shouting: - Three hens died from an unhappy love for a rooster! They plucked out all their feathers! Such a wicked story! I don't want to be silent about it! Let it spread all over the world!

Let, let! - squeaked the bats, the hens cackled, the rooster crowed. - Let, let!

And the story spread from yard to yard, from chicken coop to chicken coop, and finally reached the place where it started.

Five hens, - it was said here, - plucked out all their feathers to show which of them was more emaciated from love for a rooster! Then they pecked each other to death, to shame and disgrace to all their kind and to the loss of their masters!

The hen that dropped the feather had no idea that the whole story was about her, and, like a hen in all respects respectable, she said:

I despise those chickens! But there are many of them! However, one cannot remain silent about such things! And I, for my part, will do everything to get this story into the newspapers! Let it spread all over the world - these chickens and their whole family are worth it!

And the newspapers really printed the whole story, and this is the true truth: from one feather it is not at all difficult to make as many as five chickens!

Information for parents: true truth - funny fairy tale written by Hans Christian Andersen. It describes the story of how the words of one chicken, retold by others several times, became a sensation for the whole city! This work is instructive and will be interesting for both adults and children from 3 to 7 years old. The text of the fairy tale "The True Truth" is written funny and funny. Happy reading to you and your kids.

Read the story True Truth

Terrible incident! - said the chicken, who lived on the other side of the city, and not where the incident happened. - A terrible incident in the chicken coop! I just don't dare to spend the night alone now! It's good that there are many of us on our nest!

And she began to tell, so much so that the feathers of all the hens stood on end, and the comb of the rooster shrank. Yes, yes, the real truth!

But we'll start over, and it all started in a chicken coop on the other side of the city.

The sun was setting, and all the chickens were already on the perches. One of them, a white short-legged hen in all respects respectable and respectable, regularly carrying the required number of eggs, having sat down comfortably, began to clean and preen herself before going to bed. And - here is one small feather flew out and fell to the ground.

Look, it flew! - said the chicken. - Well, nothing, the more prettier, the more prettier!

It was said in this way, in jest - the chicken was generally of a cheerful disposition, but this did not in the least prevent her from being, as already said, a very, very respectable chicken. With that she fell asleep.

The chicken coop was dark. The chickens were sitting side by side, and the one that was sitting side by side with our chicken had not yet slept: it wasn’t that she purposely overheard the words of her neighbor, but she heard it out of the corner of her ear - that’s what you should do if you want to live in peace with your neighbors! And so she could not resist and whispered to her other neighbor:

Heard? I don't want to name names, but there is a chicken among us who is ready to pluck out all her feathers just to be prettier. If I were a cock, I would despise her!

Just above the hens an owl was sitting in a nest with her husband and children; owls have acute hearing, and they did not miss a single word of a neighbor. At the same time, all of them intensively rolled their eyes, and the owl waved its wings, like fans.

Shh! Don't listen kids! However, of course, you have already heard? Me too. Oh! Just ears wither! One of the hens was so forgotten that she began to pluck her feathers right in front of the rooster!

Watch out, the kids are here! - said the father owl. “You don’t talk about such things in front of children!”

We still need to tell our neighbor owl about this, she is such a nice person!

And the owl flew to the neighbor.

Whoo, whoo! - then both owls hooted right above the neighboring dovecote. - You heard? You heard? Yes! One hen plucked out all her feathers because of a rooster! She'll freeze, freeze to death! If it's not already cold! Yes!

Chicken chicken! Where where? - doves cooed.

In the next yard! It was almost in front of my eyes! It's just indecent to even talk about it, but it's the real truth!

We believe, we believe! - said the pigeons and cooed to the chickens sitting below: - Chickens! One hen, and others say, even two plucked out all their feathers in order to distinguish themselves in front of a rooster! A risky undertaking. That way and catch a cold and die for a short time, but they already died!

Crow! crowed the rooster, flying up the fence. - Wake up! - At the very eyes, they were still stuck together from sleep, and he was already shouting: - Three chickens died from an unhappy love for a rooster! They plucked out all their feathers! Such a wicked story! I don't want to be silent about it! Let it spread all over the world!

Let, let! the bats squealed, the hens cackled, the rooster crowed. - Let, let!

And the story spread from yard to yard, from chicken coop to chicken coop, and finally reached the place where it started.

Five hens, - it was said here, - plucked out all their feathers to show which of them was more emaciated from love for a rooster! Then they pecked each other to death, to shame and disgrace to all their kind and to the loss of their masters!

The hen that dropped the feather had no idea that the whole story was about her, and as a respectable hen in all respects, she said:

I despise those chickens! But there are many of them! However, one cannot remain silent about such things! And I, for my part, will do everything to get this story into the newspapers! Let it spread all over the world - these chickens and their whole family are worth it!

And the newspapers really printed the whole story, and this is the true truth: from one feather it is not at all difficult to make as many as five chickens!

About how rumors spread and how often the original news turns into something completely different from it. In this tale, from a single feather dropped by a respectable hen, a rumor arose about the terrible death of five hens.

Terrible incident! - said the chicken, who lived on the other side of the city, and not where the incident happened. - A terrible incident in the chicken coop! I just don't dare to spend the night alone now! It's good that there are many of us on our nest!

And she began to tell, so much so that all the hens' feathers stood on end, and the rooster's comb shriveled. Yes Yes, true truth!

But we'll start over, and it all started in a chicken coop on the other side of the city.

The sun was setting, and all the chickens were already on the perches. One of them, a white short-legged hen in all respects respectable and respectable, regularly carrying the required number of eggs, sitting comfortably, began to clean herself before going to bed and straighten her feathers with her beak. And then one small feather flew out and fell to the floor.

Look how it flew! - said the chicken. - Well, nothing, the more I clean myself, the more beautiful I become!

The chicken coop was dark. The hens were all sitting side by side, and the one that sat side by side with our hen had not yet slept; it wasn’t that she deliberately overheard the words of her neighbor, but she listened out of the corner of her ear—that’s the way it should be if you want to live in peace with your neighbors! And so she could not resist and whispered to her other neighbor:

Heard? I don't want to name names, but there's a hen who's ready to pluck out all her feathers just to be prettier. If I were a cock, I would despise her!

Just above the hens an owl was sitting in a nest with her husband and children; owls have sharp ears, and they did not miss a single word of a neighbor. At the same time, all of them intensively rolled their eyes, and the owl waved its wings, like fans.

Shh! Don't listen kids! However, of course, you already heard? Me too. Oh! Just ears wither! One of the hens was so forgotten that she began to pluck her feathers right in front of the rooster!

Prenez gade aux enfants - said the father owl. "Children shouldn't hear things like that!"

It will still be necessary to tell our neighbor owl about this, she is such a nice person! - And the owl flew to the neighbor.

Whoo, whoo! - then both owls hooted right above the neighboring dovecote. - You heard? You heard? Yes! One hen plucked out all her feathers because of a rooster! She'll freeze, freeze to death! If it's not already cold! Yes!

Chicken chicken! Where where? - doves cooed.

In the next yard! It was almost in front of my eyes! It's just indecent to talk about it, but it's true truth!

We believe, we believe! - said the pigeons and cooed to the chickens sitting below:

Chicken chicken! One chicken, they say, even two, plucked out all their feathers to distinguish themselves in front of a rooster! A risky undertaking! After all, you can catch a cold and die, but they already died!

Crow! crowed the rooster, flying up the fence. - Get some sleep. - His own eyes were still completely stuck together from sleep, and he was already shouting:

Three hens died from an unhappy love for a rooster! They plucked out all their feathers! Such a wicked story! I don't want to be silent about it! Let it spread all over the world!

Let, let! - bats squealed, hens cackled, roosters crowed. - Let, let!

Terrible incident! - said the chicken, who lived on the other side of the city, and not where the incident happened. - A terrible incident in the chicken coop! I just don't dare to spend the night alone now! It's good that there are many of us on our nest!
And she began to tell, so much so that the feathers of all the hens stood on end, and the comb of the rooster shriveled. Yes, yes, the real truth!
But we'll start over, and it all started in a chicken coop on the other side of the city.
The sun was setting, and all the chickens were already on the perch. One of them, a white short-legged hen in all respects respectable and respectable, regularly carrying the required number of eggs, having sat down comfortably, began to clean and preen herself before going to bed. And - here is one small feather flew out and fell to the ground.
- Look, it flew! - said the chicken. - Well, nothing, the more prettier, the more prettier!
It was said in this way, in jest - the hen was generally of a cheerful disposition, but this did not in the least prevent her from being, as has already been said, a very, very respectable hen. With that she fell asleep.
The chicken coop was dark. The hens were sitting side by side, and the one that was sitting side by side with our hen had not yet slept: it wasn’t that she deliberately overheard the words of her neighbor, but she heard it out of the corner of her ear - that’s what you should do if you want to live in peace with your neighbors! And so she could not resist and whispered to her other neighbor:
- Heard? I don't want to name names, but there is a hen among us who is ready to pluck out all her feathers just to be prettier. If I were a cock, I would despise her!
Just above the hens an owl was sitting in a nest with her husband and children; owls have acute hearing, and they did not miss a single word of a neighbor. At the same time, all of them intensively rolled their eyes, and the owl waved its wings, like fans.
- Shh! Don't listen kids! However, of course, you have already heard? Me too. Oh! Just ears wither! One of the hens was so forgotten that she began to pluck her feathers right in front of the rooster!
- Watch out, there are children! - said the father owl. “You don’t talk about such things in front of children!”
- We still need to tell our neighbor owl about this, she is such a nice person!
And the owl flew to the neighbor.
- Uh-huh, uh-huh! - then both owls hooted right above the neighboring dovecote. - You heard? You heard? Yes! One hen plucked out all her feathers because of a rooster! She'll freeze, freeze to death! If it's not already cold! Yes!
- Chicken chicken! Where where? - doves cooed.
- In the next yard! It was almost in front of my eyes! It's just indecent to even talk about it, but it's the real truth!
We believe, we believe! - said the pigeons and cooed to the chickens sitting below: - Chickens! One hen, and others say, even two plucked out all their feathers in order to distinguish themselves in front of a rooster! A risky undertaking. That way and catch a cold and die for a short time, but they already died!
- Cuckoo! crowed the rooster, flying up the fence. - Wake up! - At the very eyes, they were still stuck together from sleep, and he was already shouting: - Three hens died from an unhappy love for a rooster! They plucked out all their feathers! Such a wicked story! I don't want to be silent about it! Let it spread all over the world!
- Let, let! the bats squealed, the hens cackled, the rooster crowed. - Let, let!
And the story spread from yard to yard, from chicken coop to chicken coop, and finally reached the place where it started.
- Five hens, - it was said here, - plucked out all their feathers to show which of them was more emaciated from love for a rooster! Then they pecked each other to death, to shame and disgrace to all their kind and to the loss of their masters!
The hen that dropped the feather had no idea that the whole story was about her, and, like a hen in all respects respectable, she said:
- I despise those chickens! But there are many of them! However, one cannot remain silent about such things! And I, for my part, will do everything to get this story into the newspapers! Let it spread all over the world - these chickens and their whole family are worth it!
And the newspapers really printed the whole story, and this is the true truth: from one feather it is not at all difficult to make as many as five chickens!

Terrible incident! - said the chicken, who lived on the other side of the city, and not where the incident happened. - A terrible incident in the chicken coop! I just don't dare to spend the night alone now! It's good that there are many of us on our nest!

And she began to tell, so much so that the feathers of all the hens stood on end, and the comb of the rooster shriveled. Yes, yes, the real truth!

But we'll start over, and it all started in a chicken coop on the other side of the city.

The sun was setting, and all the chickens were already on the perches. One of them, a white short-legged hen in all respects respectable and respectable, regularly carrying the required number of eggs, having sat down comfortably, began to clean and preen herself before going to bed. And - here is one small feather flew out and fell to the ground.

Look, it flew! - said the chicken. - Well, nothing, the more prettier, the more prettier!

It was said in this way, in jest - the hen was generally of a cheerful disposition, but this did not in the least prevent her from being, as has already been said, a very, very respectable hen. With that she fell asleep.

The chicken coop was dark. The hens were sitting side by side, and the one that was sitting side by side with our hen had not yet slept: it wasn’t that she deliberately overheard the words of her neighbor, but she heard it out of the corner of her ear - that’s what you should do if you want to live in peace with your neighbors! And so she could not resist and whispered to her other neighbor:

Heard? I don't want to name names, but there is a hen among us who is ready to pluck out all her feathers just to be prettier. If I were a cock, I would despise her!

Just above the hens an owl was sitting in a nest with her husband and children; owls have acute hearing, and they did not miss a single word of a neighbor. At the same time, all of them intensively rolled their eyes, and the owl waved its wings, like fans.

Shh! Don't listen kids! However, of course, you have already heard? Me too. Oh! Just ears wither! One of the hens was so forgotten that she began to pluck her feathers right in front of the rooster!

Watch out, the kids are here! - said the father owl. “You don’t talk about such things in front of children!”

We must still tell our neighbor owl about this, she is such a nice person!

And the owl flew to the neighbor.

Whoo, whoo! - then both owls hooted right above the neighboring dovecote. - You heard? You heard? Yes! One hen plucked out all her feathers because of a rooster! She'll freeze, freeze to death! If it's not already cold! Yes!

Chicken chicken! Where where? - doves cooed.

In the next yard! It was almost in front of my eyes! It's just indecent to even talk about it, but it's the real truth!

We believe, we believe! - said the pigeons and cooed to the chickens sitting below: - Chickens! One hen, and others say, even two plucked out all their feathers in order to distinguish themselves in front of a rooster! A risky undertaking. That way and catch a cold and die for a short time, but they already died!

Crow! crowed the rooster, flying up the fence. - Wake up! - At the very eyes, they were still stuck together from sleep, and he was already shouting: - Three hens died from an unhappy love for a rooster! They plucked out all their feathers! Such a wicked story! I don't want to be silent about it! Let it spread all over the world!

Let, let! the bats squealed, the hens cackled, the rooster crowed. - Let, let!

And the story spread from yard to yard, from chicken coop to chicken coop, and finally reached the place where it started.

Five hens, - it was said here, - plucked out all their feathers to show which of them was more emaciated from love for a rooster! Then they pecked each other to death, to shame and disgrace to all their kind and to the loss of their masters!

The hen that dropped the feather had no idea that the whole story was about her, and, like a hen in all respects respectable, she said:

I despise those chickens! But there are many of them! However, one cannot remain silent about such things! And I, for my part, will do everything to get this story into the newspapers! Let it spread all over the world - these chickens and their whole family are worth it!

And the newspapers really printed the whole story, and this is the true truth: from one feather it is not at all difficult to make as many as five chickens!