Golden jug (Adyghe folk tale). The story of the Adyghe folk tale "The Golden Jug Forest Man Yag-Mort

Golden Jug Korolkova fairy tale for children

In a certain kingdom, far away, in a far away state, there lived a king. His kingdom was not rich. But people lived there for a long time - for a hundred years or more. The king, however, was not of a far-sighted mind. One day he says:
- It's a lot - for so many peasants to live. What is the use of them? I order: as soon as the old man or woman turns seventy-five years old, take them to the forest and throw them there. And don't give them bread or water! So the old people died without time. There lived at that time one poor, pre-poor peasant. He had seven children. He raised them all, gave his daughters in marriage, married his sons. And he stayed with his younger son. The son's name was Mitrofan. He loved the old man so much that he did not have a soul in him. Now it's time to take my father to the forest, so that he would die of starvation there. Mitrofan did not sleep all night: he kept thinking how to save his father from death. And here's what I came up with. I harnessed the horse, put my father on the cart, put him bread, salt, a jug for water. And he took with him an iron shovel. I drove into the forest. He dug a dugout for his father there, left him food and said: - You don’t show yourself to anyone, but I will feed and water you. Mitrofan brought food to his father every week. He was very happy. Sitting - talking with his son: - What is there, son, new in this world? - Yes, dad, what a case! The king went to bathe with his retinue and saw a golden jug at the bottom of the pond. Now an order has been announced to us: whoever gets the golden jug, the king will reward him, and whoever doesn’t get it, he will be executed. However, whoever dived, no one got it. It's my turn to dive for the pitcher. What a grief! The old man says: - Go, son, to that pond, look from a distance: are there any trees near the pond? Mitrofan went to the pond, looked from a distance. He comes and says: -Father, there are three rows of trees around the pond. -Well, go to the king and say that you will get a jug. Just know that that jug is not in the POND, but on a tree. This king saw his reflection in the water. Mitrofan announced that he would get the jug. He went to the pond, looked, and the jug, probably, was hanging on the branches of a tall oak. He took out a jug, brings it to the king. The king wanted to reward him, but the nobles are envious. They say: - Let him solve one more problem. You, father king, have two horses that cannot be distinguished. Both of them are of the same suit. Order them to be brought out, let him find out which horse is older, which is younger. Here comes Mitrofan to his father and says: - Dad, the king does not give me what he promised. He says: first indicate which of the two horses of the same suit is older and which is younger? I don't know - there will be trouble. And the old man replies: - There will be no trouble, son. Go to the stable, stand at a distance, do not come close. As the grooms bring the horses out, you look: which horse will walk with a sedate, quiet step, only waving his head, that one is older for years, and the young one will rush and buck, rush to her. In the morning Mitrofan went to the horse yard, stood at a distance and looked. Grooms take out two horses - both of the same suit, you can’t tell. Only one horse walks, shakes its head, and the other dances, breaks, rears up. The king asks Mitrofan: - Well, tell me which horse is older? Mitrofan points out: -That one is older, and this one is younger. - Well done, - says the king, - learned. I already wanted to give him a present, but the nobles say: - If he is so smart, let him solve the problem. We cut two identical circles from the tree, remove the bark from them. Let him say - which circle is from the root, which is from the crown? Mitrofan comes to his father. Says: - So and so. They will cut off two identical twists from the tree, the bark will be removed from them. I have to guess: which circle is from the root, which one is from the crown. The father says: - This, son, is a simple matter. You just need to put them in water. Which circle from the top of the head will lie flat on the water, and which one from the root will seem to sway and sink into the water on a lying straw. Mitrofan did just that. He took both circles, threw them into the water, looked and said: - This one is from the crown, and this one is from the root. - You guessed it! - the king was surprised. Says Mitrofan: - Here's your reward - two tithes of land and a tithe of forest. For you and your children forever. Ho just say: you guessed it yourself or someone for you! prompted? Mitrofan says: - They didn't order to execute, but to pardon. I'll tell you the truth. -Speak! Nothing will be bad. - My father taught me. I did not leave him to die in the forest, but buried him in a dugout, I feed and sing him! there. That very minute the tsar gave an order that the old men and women should no longer be taken to the forest. So that they teach the young mind-reason, and for this they will be honored and respected.

I happened to hear from our old people, our old people heard from their grandfathers, and their grandfathers from their old people, that once upon a time there lived a poor plowman and he had only a piece of land and a couple of oxen.
And suddenly, in winter, this poor plowman's oxen die. And when spring came and it was time to plow and sow, he could not work without oxen and rented the land to a neighbor.

This neighbor began to plow, and suddenly his plow came across something hard. He looks and sees a large earthen jar full of gold. He throws the oxen and the plow and runs to the owner of the land.
- Hey, light to your eyes! - speaks. - A jug of gold was found in your land, go get it!
- No, brother, this gold is not mine, - the owner answers. - You took the land from me, you plow, and everything in the ground is yours. I found gold - let it be gold, it's yours anyway - take it!

They begin to argue: one insists - your gold, the other - no, yours. An argument breaks out and a fight breaks out. They go to the king with a complaint. When the king heard about the jug of gold, his eyes lit up. Speaks:
- Not your gold and not his. A jar of gold was found in my land, which means it is mine.

And the king with his retinue hurries to where they found the jug. He comes, orders to open it and sees: the jug is full of snakes! In horror and anger, the king returned to the palace and ordered that the impudent plowmen who dared to deceive him be punished.
- O sovereign, may your life be long, - the unfortunate ones screamed, - why do you want to destroy us? There are no snakes in the jar - there is only gold ... pure gold!

The king sends his people to check. People go, come back and say - there is gold in the jug!
- Wai! - the king is surprised, but he thinks to himself: "Probably, I did not see it properly or I saw the wrong jug."
And again he goes there, opens the jug, and again it is full of snakes. What a miracle Nobody can understand. And the king orders to gather all the wise men of his kingdom.
- Explain, - he says, - sages, what is this miracle? Plowmen found a jug of gold in the ground. I go there - in a jar of snakes, they go - it is full of gold. What does this mean?
- Do not be angry, O sovereign, at our words. This jug of gold was given to poor plowmen for their diligence and honesty. When they go, they find gold, this is their reward for honest work. And when you go and want to steal someone else's happiness, you find snakes instead of gold.

The king shudders and finds no words in response.
"Okay," he finally says. “Now decide: which one of them owns the gold?”
- Of course, the owner of the land! exclaims the plowman.
- No, the one who plowed the land! - objects the owner of the earth.
And the fight starts again.
- All right, all right, wait, - the wise men stop them. - Do you have children - a son or a daughter?

And it turned out that one has a son, and the other has a daughter. Then the wise men decide: to marry the young and give them a jug of gold. Parents agree, everyone is happy. The quarrel ends - the wedding begins. They celebrate their marriage for seven days and seven nights. And a jug of gold, received as a gift for diligence and honesty, they give to their children. Gold for the newlyweds, and snakes for the greedy king.

Everyone - from young to old - was afraid of the king, and he himself was afraid of only one thing - old age.

For days on end the king sat in his chambers and looked at himself in the mirror.

He notices gray hair - tint it with paint. Notice a wrinkle - smooth it out with your hand.

“I must not grow old,” the king thinks. - Now everyone is afraid of me, no one dares to argue. And if I become old and decrepit, the people will immediately cease to obey me. How can I deal with him then? And, in order to never remember old age, the king ordered to kill all the old people.

As soon as a person's head turns gray, then he is finished. The royal guards with axes and axes grab him, lead him to the square and cut off his head.

From all over the country, women and children, young men and girls came to the king - everyone brought rich gifts to the king, everyone shed bitter tears, everyone begged the king to spare their fathers and husbands.

Finally, the tsar got tired of listening to complaints every day. He called his messengers and ordered them in all cities and villages, on all roads and squares to announce to the people about his great mercy.

The messengers saddled their horses and dispersed in different directions, and on all roads and streets, at all intersections and squares they blew trumpets and shouted loudly:

- Listen everyone! Listen everyone! The king will grant you his mercy. Whoever gets a golden jug from the bottom of the lake will save the life of his father, and he will receive the jug as a reward. Such is royal grace! And whoever cannot get a jug will not save his father either and will lose his head himself. Such is royal grace!

The messengers had not had time to go round even half of the country, when brave young men began to converge and come to the lake.

The shore of the lake was steep, and from its height, through clear, transparent water, a beautiful golden jug with a thin neck, with patterned carvings, with a curved handle was clearly visible.

And then ninety-nine days passed.

Ninety-nine brave men tried their luck.

Ninety-nine heads were cut off by the cruel king, because no one could get the jar from the bottom of the lake, as if someone had bewitched it. Look from above - the jug is visible to everyone, but in the water - no one can find it.

And at that very time, in that very country, a young man named Asker lived. Asker loved his father very much, and when he saw that his father was getting old, that wrinkles were appearing on his face, and his hair was turning gray from gray, Asker took his father far into the mountains, into a deaf gorge, built a hut there and hid in this hut his old man.

Every day, when the sun went behind the mountains, the young man secretly made his way into the gorge and brought food to his father. One day Asker came to the gorge, sat down near his father and thought.

“What care do you have in your heart, my child? the old man asked. “Maybe you got bored of coming here every day?”

“No, father,” the young man replied, “in order to see you healthy and unharmed, I am ready to walk through these mountains three times a day. Another concern is in my heart. Day or night, the royal jug never leaves my head. No matter how much I think, I just can’t understand why it is, when you look into the clear water from the shore, the jug is seen so clearly that it seems, just stretch out your hand - and it is yours.

And as soon as someone jumps into the water, the water immediately becomes cloudy and the jug falls right through the bottom, as if it never existed.

The old man silently listened to his son and thought.

“Tell me, my son,” the old man said at last, “is there a tree on the shore of the lake, in the place where you can see the jug?”

“Yes, father,” said the young man, “there is a large, sprawling tree on the shore.

“But remember well,” the old man asked again, “is the jug visible in the shade of the tree?”

“Yes, father,” the young man said, “a wide shadow falls from the tree on the water, and just in this shadow there is a jug.

“Well, listen to me, my son,” said the old man. “Climb this tree and you will find among its branches the royal jug. And the jug that is visible in the water is only its reflection.

Faster than an arrow, the young man rushed to the king.

- I vouch with my head, - he shouted, - I will get your jug, gracious king!

The king laughed.

- Only your head is not enough for me to even count. Ninety-nine heads I have already chopped off - yours will be a hundredth.

“Maybe so, or maybe not,” the young man replied. “But I’m afraid that this time you won’t even the scores.

“Well, try your luck,” the king said and ordered his servants to sharpen the ax more sharply.

And the young man went to the shore and, without hesitation, climbed a tree that grew just above the cliff.

The people gathered on the shore gasped in surprise.

- May Allah have mercy on him! That's right, he lost his mind from fear! - said one.

“Maybe he wants to jump into the water from the tree,” others said.

Meanwhile, the young man climbed to the very top and there, among the branches, he found a golden jug - with a thin neck, with patterned carvings, with a curved handle.

Only the jug hung on the tree upside down, so that it seemed to everyone that it was standing in the water, as it should be, upside down.

The young man took the jug from the tree and brought it to the king.

The king spread his hands like that.

“Well,” he says, “I didn’t expect such a mind from you. Have you figured out how to get the jug yourself?

“No,” said the young man, “I wouldn’t have thought of it myself. But I have an old father, whom I hid from your merciful eyes, it was he who guessed where the jug was hidden. And I just took his advice.

The king thought.

“Obviously, old people are smarter than young people,” he said, “if one old man guessed what ninety-nine young men could not guess.

Since then, in that country, no one dares to touch the old people with a finger, everyone honors their gray hair and wisdom, and when they meet an old person on the way, they make way for him and bow low.

“I can’t grow old,” the king thinks. “Now everyone is afraid of me, no one dares to contradict me. And if I become old and decrepit, the people will immediately stop obeying me. How will I manage it then?” it is true that a cunning and cruel king lived in the world.

In his life, he did not treat anyone in a good way, there was no such person whom he would pity, there was no such dog that he would caress.

Everyone - from young to old - was afraid of the king, and he himself was afraid of only one thing - old age.

For days on end the king sat in his chambers and looked at himself in the mirror.

He notices gray hair - tint it with paint. Notice a wrinkle - smooth it out with your hand.

“I can’t grow old,” the king thinks. “Now everyone is afraid of me, no one dares to argue. And if I become old and decrepit, the people will immediately stop obeying me. How will I manage it then?” And, in order to never remember old age, the king ordered to kill all the old people.

As soon as a person's head turns gray, then he is finished. The royal guards with axes and axes grab him, lead him to the square and cut off his head.

From all over the country, women and children, young men and girls came to the king - everyone brought rich gifts to the king, everyone shed bitter tears, everyone begged the king to spare their fathers and husbands.

Finally, the tsar got tired of listening to complaints every day. He called his messengers and ordered them in all cities and villages, on all roads and squares to announce to the people about his great mercy.

The messengers saddled their horses and dispersed in different directions, and on all roads and streets, at all intersections and squares they blew trumpets and shouted loudly:

- Listen everyone! Listen everyone! The king will grant you his mercy. Whoever gets a golden jug from the bottom of the lake will save the life of his father, and he will receive the jug as a reward. Such is royal grace! And whoever cannot get a jug will not save his father either and will lose his head himself. Such is royal grace!

The messengers had not had time to go round even half of the country, when brave young men began to converge and come to the lake.

The shore of the lake was steep, and from its height, through clear, transparent water, a beautiful golden jug with a thin neck, with patterned carvings, with a curved handle was clearly visible.

And then ninety-nine days passed.

Ninety-nine brave men tried their luck.

Ninety-nine heads were cut off by the cruel king, because no one could get the jar from the bottom of the lake, as if someone had bewitched it. Look from above - the jug is visible to everyone, but in the water - no one can find it.

And at that very time, in that very country, a young man named Asker lived. Asker loved his father very much, and when he saw that his father was getting old, that wrinkles were appearing on his face, and his hair was turning gray from gray, Asker took his father far into the mountains, into a deaf gorge, built a hut there and hid in this hut his old man.

Every day, when the sun went behind the mountains, the young man secretly made his way into the gorge and brought food to his father. One day Asker came to the gorge, sat down near his father and thought.

“What care do you have in your heart, my child? the old man asked. “Maybe you got bored of coming here every day?”

“No, father,” the young man replied, “in order to see you healthy and unharmed, I am ready to walk through these mountains three times a day. Another concern is in my heart. Day or night, the royal jug never leaves my head. No matter how much I think, I just can’t understand why it is, when you look into the clear water from the shore, the jug is seen so clearly that it seems, just stretch out your hand - and it is yours.

And as soon as someone jumps into the water, the water immediately becomes cloudy and the jug falls right through the bottom, as if it never existed.

The old man silently listened to his son and thought.

“Tell me, my son,” the old man said at last, “is there a tree on the shore of the lake, in the place where you can see the jug?”

“Yes, father,” said the young man, “there is a large, sprawling tree on the shore.

“But remember well,” the old man asked again, “is the jug visible in the shade of the tree?”

“Yes, father,” the young man said, “a wide shadow falls from the tree on the water, and just in this shadow there is a jug.

“Well, listen to me, my son,” said the old man. “Climb this tree and you will find among its branches the royal jug. And the jug that is visible in the water is only its reflection.

Faster than an arrow, the young man rushed to the king.

- I vouch with my head, - he shouted, - I will get your jug, gracious king!

The king laughed.

- Only your head is not enough for me to even count. Ninety-nine heads I have already chopped off - yours will be a hundredth.

“Maybe so, or maybe not,” the young man replied. “But I’m afraid that this time you won’t even the scores.

“Well, try your luck,” the king said and ordered his servants to sharpen the ax more sharply.

Natalia Dolenko
The story of the Adyghe folk tale "The Golden Jug"

MBDOU Kindergarten No. 16 "Sun" town. Krasnobrodsky, Kemerovo region.

Abstract of a lesson on familiarization with fiction in the middle group of kindergarten

« Telling an Adyghe folk tale"golden jug"»

Program content:

Introduce fairy tale« Golden Jug» .

Develop memory, thinking of children with the help of questions.

Teach carefully, listen to a literary work, the reading of which is accompanied by a display.

Learn to answer questions about the content of the work.

Development tasks:

Create conditions for the development of logical thinking, ingenuity, attention.

Develop visual memory, imagination.

Contribute to the formation of mental operations, the development of speech.

Educational tasks:

Generate an interest in the theatre.

preliminary work: consideration illustrations on the topic "Dishes".

Material: Plasticine, napkins, oilcloths.

Methodological techniques:

Game (use of surprises).

visual (use of puppets).

Verbal (reminder, indication, questions, individual responses of children).

Encouragement, analysis of the lesson.

Materials for the lesson: puppet theater with characters fairy tales« golden jug» .

1 part. Surprise moment.

There is a knock on the group room door. Assistant teacher speaks: “Listen, guys, someone is knocking…”

Aishat doll comes in. "Hello guys. You recognized me?" (children's answers). "I came to you tell a story and play with you» .

Educator on behalf of Aishat tells a tale using a puppet theater.

- golden jug

The conversation after storytelling:

What is the name of fairy tale?

Name the main characters fairy tales?

Why did the king not want to grow old?

What did the king order him to get?

Who brought the king jug?

What was the king thinking?

caregiver: Guys, I offer you with the help of a puppet theater tell a tale« golden jug» (several children come out at will, fairy tale repeated 2-3 times.

Aishat doll: Well done boys! And I offer you to blind jugs. Sit down at the tables, take plasticine. (children sculpt jugs using your skills).

caregiver: -Well done. Now let's see how beautiful jugs you have succeeded and we will give them to our guest Aishat.

Summary of the lesson

Did you like fairy tale?

Who or what do you like about fairy tale?

Who did you like the most? Why?

Children say goodbye to the hero, gradually move into independent play activities.