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L n thick short stories for children. The best works of Tolstoy for children

Our ship was anchored off the coast of Africa. It was a fine day, with a fresh breeze blowing from the sea; but towards evening the weather changed: it became stuffy and, as if from a melted stove, hot air from the Sahara desert was blowing at us. Read...

When I was six years old, I asked my mother to let me sew. She said: “You are still small, you will only prick your fingers”; and I kept coming. Mother took a red piece of paper from the chest and gave it to me; then she threaded a red thread into the needle and showed me how to hold it. Read...

The father was going to the city, and I told him: “Dad, take me with you.” And he says: “You will freeze there; where you are." I turned around, cried and went into the closet. I cried and cried and fell asleep. Read...

My grandfather lived in a bee garden in the summer. When I visited him, he gave me honey. Read...

I love my brother anyway, but more because he joined the soldiers for me. Here's how it happened: they began to throw lots. The lot fell on me, I had to go to the soldiers, and then I got married a week ago. I did not want to leave my young wife. Read...

I had an uncle Ivan Andreevich. He taught me to shoot when I was 13 years old. He took out a small gun and let me shoot it when we went for a walk. And I killed a jackdaw once and a magpie another time. Read...

I was walking down the road when I heard a scream behind me. The shepherd boy screamed. He ran across the field and pointed at someone. Read...

In our house, behind a window shutter, a sparrow built a nest and laid five testicles. My sisters and I watched as a sparrow carried a straw and a feather to the shutter and made a nest there. And then, when he put eggs there, we were very happy. Read...

We had an old man, Pimen Timofeyitch. He was 90 years old. He lived with his grandson idle. His back was bent, he walked with a stick and quietly moved his legs. He had no teeth at all, his face was wrinkled. His lower lip trembled; when he walked and when he spoke, he slapped his lips, and it was impossible to understand what he was saying. Read...

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

I planted two hundred young apple trees and for three years in spring and autumn I dug them in, and wrapped them in straw for the winter. In the fourth year, when the snow melted, I went to look at my apple trees. Read...

When we lived in the city, we studied every day, only on Sundays and holidays we went for a walk and played with our brothers. Once the priest said: “Older children should learn to ride. Send them to the arena." Read...

We lived poorly on the edge of the village. I had a mother, a nanny (older sister) and a grandmother. Grandmother went about in an old chuprun and a thin paneva, and tied her head with some kind of rag, and a bag hung under her throat. Read...

I got myself a setter for the pheasants. This dog was called Milton: it was tall, thin, speckled in grey, with long beaks and ears, and very strong and intelligent. Read...

When I left the Caucasus, there was still a war there, and it was dangerous to travel at night without an escort. Read...

From the village I did not go straight to Russia, but first to Pyatigorsk, and stayed there for two months. I gave Milton to a Cossack hunter, and I took Bulka with me to Pyatigorsk. Read...

Bulka and Milton ended at the same time. The old Cossack did not know how to deal with Milton. Instead of taking him with him only on a bird, he began to lead him after wild boars. And in the same autumn, the boar billhook speared it. No one knew how to sew it up, and Milton died. Read...

I had a muzzle. Her name was Bulka. She was all black, only the tips of her front paws were white. Read...

Once in the Caucasus we went hunting for wild boars, and Bulka came running with me. As soon as the hounds drove off, Bulka rushed to their voice and disappeared into the forest. It was in the month of November; wild boars and pigs then are very fat. Read...

Once I went hunting with Milton. Near the forest, he began to search, stretched out his tail, raised his ears and began to sniff. I prepared my gun and followed him. I thought he was looking for a partridge, a pheasant, or a hare.

Despite the fact that Tolstoy was of the nobility, he always found time to communicate with peasant children, and even opened a school for them on his estate.

The great Russian writer, a man of progressive views, Leo Tolstoy died on a train at the Astapovo station. According to his will, he was buried in Yasnaya Polyana, on the hill where as a child little lion was looking for a "green stick" that would help make all people happy.

Recently, the publishing house "Children's Literature" published a wonderful collection of Leo Tolstoy's "Little Stories". The book contains the works of Leo Tolstoy for children, included in the "ABC", "New ABC" and "Russian books for reading". Therefore, the collection is ideal for teaching reading, as well as for independent reading, when the child is just entering the world. great literature. Many works are included in the program preschool education as well as textbooks for elementary and secondary schools.

This is a book of stories from our childhood, written in really "great and mighty" Russian. The edition turned out to be light and very "home".

The collection consists of four parts:
1. "From the New ABC" - a part of the book intended for children who are just learning to read. It included exercises for reading, where the main thing is the language form for getting to know all the letters and sounds. The font in this part is very large.
2. Little stories - the author's familiar realistic stories, such as Filipok, Kostochka, Shark, Jump, Swans ... They are distinguished by an entertaining plot, memorable images and available language. As stated in the appeal to parents, having read more serious and voluminous works, the novice reader will believe in himself.
3. Once upon a time - there were - includes mostly fairy tales that we remember from childhood - Three bears, How a man divided geese, Lipunyushka and others.
4. Fables - the fourth part is devoted to fables. "Here you need to help the child comprehend the plot - to teach him to see in the text not just a story about animals, but a story about human vices and weaknesses, draw conclusions about what actions are good and what are not. The font in these parts is already smaller, but also sufficient for children.

There are 14 artists in the book, and what (!!!). colored beautiful work such outstanding masters of children's book illustration, like Nikolai Ustinov, Evgeny Rachev, Veniamin Losin, Viktor Britvin - just a gift to our children. The collection also includes M. Alekseev and N. Stroganova, P. Goslavsky, L. Khailov, S. Yarovoy, E. Korotkova, L. Gladneva, N. Sveshnikova, N. Levinskaya, G. Epishin. There are a lot of illustrations, both full-page and small.

A small book of stories will bring great pleasure to you and your child, and it will also be of great benefit.

Lion and dog

In London, they showed wild animals and took money or dogs and cats for food for wild animals.

One man wanted to look at the animals: he grabbed a dog in the street and brought it to the menagerie. They let him watch, but they took the little dog and threw it into a cage to be eaten by a lion.

The dog tucked its tail between its legs and snuggled into the corner of the cage. The lion walked up to her and sniffed her.

The dog lay on its back, raised its paws and began to wag its tail.

The lion touched her with his paw and turned her over.

The dog jumped up and stood in front of the lion on its hind legs.

The lion looked at the dog, turned its head from side to side and did not touch it.

When the owner threw meat to the lion, the lion tore off a piece and left it for the dog.

In the evening, when the lion went to bed, the dog lay down beside him and laid her head on his paw.

Since then, the dog lived in the same cage with the lion, the lion did not touch her, ate food, slept with her, and sometimes played with her.

Once the master came to the menagerie and recognized his little dog; he said that the dog was his own, and asked the owner of the menagerie to give it to him. The owner wanted to give it back, but as soon as they began to call the dog to take it out of the cage, the lion bristled and growled.

So lived the lion and the dog whole year in one cell.

A year later, the dog fell ill and died. The lion stopped eating, but kept sniffing, licking the dog and touching it with his paw.

When he realized that she was dead, he suddenly jumped up, bristled, began to whip his tail on the sides, threw himself on the wall of the cage and began to gnaw the bolts and the floor.

All day he fought, tossed about in the cage and roared, then lay down beside the dead dog and fell silent. The owner wanted to carry away the dead dog, but the lion would not let anyone near it.

The owner thought that the lion would forget his grief if he was given another dog, and let a live dog into his cage; but the lion immediately tore her to pieces. Then he hugged the dead dog with his paws and lay like that for five days.

On the sixth day the lion died.

Kitty

There were brother and sister - Vasya and Katya; and they had a cat. In the spring, the cat disappeared. The children looked for her everywhere, but could not find her.

Once they were playing near the barn and heard someone meowing in thin voices above their heads. Vasya climbed the stairs under the roof of the barn. And Katya stood and kept asking:

- Found? Found?

But Vasya did not answer her. Finally, Vasya shouted to her:

- Found! Our cat... and she has kittens; so wonderful; come here soon.

Katya ran home, got milk and brought it to the cat.

There were five kittens. When they grew up a little and began to crawl out from under the corner where they hatched, the children chose one kitten, gray with white paws, and brought it into the house. The mother gave away all the other kittens, and left this one to the children. The children fed him, played with him and put him to bed with them.

Once the children went to play on the road and took a kitten with them.

The wind stirred the straw along the road, and the kitten played with the straw, and the children rejoiced at him. Then they found sorrel near the road, went to collect it and forgot about the kitten.

Suddenly they heard someone shouting loudly: “Back, back!” - and they saw that the hunter was galloping, and in front of him two dogs saw a kitten and wanted to grab him. And the kitten, stupid, instead of running, sat down on the ground, hunched his back and looks at the dogs.

Katya was frightened by the dogs, screamed and ran away from them. And Vasya, with all his heart, set off to the kitten and, at the same time as the dogs, ran up to him.

The dogs wanted to grab the kitten, but Vasya fell on the kitten with his stomach and covered it from the dogs.

The hunter jumped up and drove the dogs away, and Vasya brought the kitten home and no longer took him into the field with him.

Hares

Forest hares feed at night on the bark of trees, field hares - on winter crops and grass, bean goose - on grain on the threshing floor. 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 will knock - 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.

Bulka

I had a muzzle. Her name was Bulka. She was all black, only the tips of her front paws were white.

In all muzzles, the lower jaw is longer than the upper and the upper teeth extend beyond the lower ones; but Bulka's lower jaw protruded so far forward that a finger could be placed between the lower and upper teeth. Bulka's face is wide; the eyes are large, black and shiny; and white teeth and fangs always stuck out. He looked like an arap. Bulka was quiet and did not bite, but he was very strong and tenacious. When he used to cling to something, he would grit his teeth and hang like a rag, and he, like a tick, could not be torn off in any way.

Once they let him attack a bear, and he grabbed the bear's ear and hung like a leech. The bear beat him with his paws, pressed him to himself, threw him from side to side, but could not tear him off and fell on his head to crush Bulka; but Bulka kept on him until they poured cold water on him.

I adopted him as a puppy and fed him myself. When I went to serve in the Caucasus, I did not want to take him and left him quietly, and ordered him to be locked up. At the first station, I was about to get into another sling, when I suddenly saw that something black and shiny was rolling along the road. It was Bulka in his copper collar. He flew at full speed to the station. He rushed towards me, licked my hand and stretched out in the shade under the cart. His tongue stuck out to the palm of his hand. He then pulled it back, swallowing saliva, then again stuck it out on a whole palm. He was in a hurry, did not keep up with breathing, his sides were jumping. He turned from side to side and tapped his tail on the ground.

I later found out that after me he broke through the frame and jumped out of the window and directly, in my wake, galloped along the road and galloped about twenty versts in the heat.

How wolves teach their children

I was walking down the road and heard a scream behind me. The shepherd boy screamed. He ran across the field and pointed at someone.

I looked and saw two wolves running across the field: one seasoned, the other young. The young man carried a slaughtered lamb on his back, and held his leg with his teeth. The seasoned wolf ran behind.

When I saw the wolves, I ran after them together with the shepherd, and we began to shout. Men with dogs came running to our cry.

As soon as the old wolf saw the dogs and the people, he ran up to the young one, grabbed the lamb from him, threw it on his back, and both wolves ran faster and disappeared from sight.

Then the boy began to tell how it was: a big wolf jumped out of the ravine, grabbed the lamb, slaughtered it and carried it away.

A wolf cub ran out to meet and rushed to the lamb. The old one gave the young wolf to carry the lamb, and he himself ran lightly beside him.

Only when trouble came did the old man leave his studies and take the lamb himself.

The squirrel jumped from branch to branch and fell right on the sleepy wolf. The wolf jumped up and wanted to eat her. The squirrel began to ask: "Let me go." The wolf said: “Okay, I'll let you in, just tell me why you squirrels are so cheerful. I’m always bored, but you look at you, you’re all playing and jumping up there.” The squirrel said: “Let me go up the tree first, and from there I will tell you, otherwise I am afraid of you.” The wolf let go, and the squirrel went to the tree and said from there: “You are bored because you are angry. Anger burns your heart. And we are cheerful because we are kind and do no harm to anyone.

True story "The Lion and the Dog"

In London, they showed wild animals and took money or dogs and cats for food for wild animals.

One man wanted to look at the animals: he grabbed a dog in the street and brought it to the menagerie. They let him watch, but they took the little dog and threw it into a cage to be eaten by a lion.

The dog tucked its tail between its legs and snuggled into the corner of the cage. The lion walked up to her and sniffed her.

The dog lay on its back, raised its paws and began to wag its tail.

The lion touched her with his paw and turned her over.

The dog jumped up and stood in front of the lion on its hind legs.

The lion looked at the dog, turned its head from side to side and did not touch it.

When the owner threw meat to the lion, the lion tore off a piece and left it for the dog.

In the evening, when the lion went to bed, the dog lay down beside him and laid her head on his paw.

Since then, the dog lived in the same cage with the lion, the lion did not touch her, ate food, slept with her, and sometimes played with her.

So the lion and the dog lived for a whole year in one cage.

A year later, the dog fell ill and died. The lion stopped eating, but kept sniffing, licking the dog and touching it with his paw.

When he realized that she was dead, he suddenly jumped up, bristled, began to whip his tail on the sides, threw himself on the wall of the cage and began to gnaw the bolts and the floor.

All day he fought, tossed about in the cage and roared, then lay down beside the dead dog and fell silent. The owner wanted to carry away the dead dog, but the lion would not let anyone near it.

On the sixth day the lion died.

Byl "Eagle"

The eagle built its nest on high road, away from the sea, and brought out the children.

Once people worked near the tree, and the eagle flew up to the nest with a big fish in its claws. People saw the fish, surrounded the tree, shouted and threw stones at the eagle.

The eagle dropped the fish, and the people picked it up and left.

The eagle sat on the edge of the nest, and the eaglets raised their heads and began to squeak: they asked for food.

The eagle was tired and could not fly again to the sea; he descended into the nest, covered the eaglets with his wings, caressed them, straightened their feathers and seemed to ask them to wait a little. But the more he caressed them, the louder they squealed.

Then the eagle flew away from them and sat on the top bough of the tree.

The eagles whistled and squealed even more plaintively.

Then the eagle suddenly screamed loudly, spread its wings and heavily flew towards the sea. He returned only late in the evening: he flew quietly and low above the ground, in his claws he again had a big fish.

When he flew up to the tree, he looked around to see if there were people near again, quickly folded his wings and sat on the edge of the nest.

The eaglets raised their heads and opened their mouths, and the eagle tore the fish and fed the children.

What is the dew on the grass (Description)

When you go to the forest on a sunny morning in summer, you can see diamonds in the fields, in the grass. All these diamonds shine and shimmer in the sun different colors- and yellow, and red, and blue. When you come closer and see what it is, you will see that these are drops of dew gathered in triangular leaves of grass and glisten in the sun.

The leaf of this grass inside is shaggy and fluffy, like velvet. And the drops roll on the leaf and do not wet it.

When you inadvertently pick off a leaf with a dewdrop, the drop will roll down like a ball of light, and you will not see how it slips past the stem. It used to be that you tear off such a cup, slowly bring it to your mouth and drink a dewdrop, and this dewdrop seems to be tastier than any drink.

Byl "Bird"

It was Seryozha's birthday, and many different gifts were presented to him; and tops, and horses, and pictures. But more than all the gifts, Uncle Seryozha gave a net to catch birds.

The grid is made in such a way that a plank is attached to the frame, and the grid is thrown back. Pour the seed on a plank and put it out in the yard. A bird will fly in, sit on a plank, the plank will turn up and slam itself shut.

Seryozha was delighted, ran to his mother to show the net. Mother says:

- Not a good toy. What do you want birds? Why would you torture them?

I'll put them in cages. They will sing and I will feed them.

Seryozha took out a seed, poured it on a plank and put the net into the garden. And everything stood, waiting for the birds to fly. But the birds were afraid of him and did not fly to the net. Seryozha went to dinner and left the net. I looked after dinner, the net slammed shut, and a bird beats under the net. Seryozha was delighted, caught the bird and carried it home.

- Mother! Look, I caught a bird, it must be a nightingale! And how his heart beats!

Mother said:

- This is a siskin. Look, do not torture him, but rather let him go.

No, I will feed and water him.

Seryozha chizh put him in a cage and for two days he sprinkled seed on him, and put water on, and cleaned the cage. On the third day he forgot about the siskin and did not change the water. His mother says to him:

- You see, you forgot about your bird, it's better to let it go.

— No, I won't forget, I'll put water on and clean the cage.

Seryozha put his hand into the cage, began to clean it, but the chizhik was frightened, beating against the cage. Seryozha cleaned out the cage and went to fetch water. The mother saw that he had forgotten to close the cage, and she shouted to him:

- Seryozha, close the cage, otherwise your bird will fly out and be killed!

Before she had time to say, the siskin found the door, was delighted, spread his wings and flew through the upper room to the window. Yes, he did not see the glass, he hit the glass and fell on the windowsill.

Seryozha came running, took the bird, carried it to the cage. The chizhik was still alive, but lay on his chest, spreading his wings, and breathing heavily. Seryozha looked and looked and began to cry.

Leo Tolstoy "Bird" True story

It was Seryozha's birthday, and many different gifts were given to him: tops, horses, and pictures. But more than all the gifts, Uncle Seryozha gave a net to catch birds.

The grid is made in such a way that a plank is attached to the frame, and the grid is thrown back. Pour the seed on a plank and put it in the yard. A bird will fly in, sit on a plank, the plank will turn up, and the net will slam itself shut.

Seryozha was delighted, ran to his mother to show the net. Mother says:

- Not a good toy. What do you want birds? Why would you torture them?

I'll put them in cages. They will sing and I will feed them!

Seryozha took out a seed, poured it on a plank and put the net into the garden. And everything stood, waiting for the birds to fly. But the birds were afraid of him and did not fly to the net.

Seryozha went to dinner and left the net. I looked after dinner, the net slammed shut and a bird beats under the net. Seryozha was delighted, caught the bird and carried it home.

- Mother! Look, I caught a bird, it must be a nightingale! And how his heart beats.

Mother said:

- This is a siskin. Look, do not torture him, but rather let him go.

No, I will feed and water him.

Seryozha chizh put him in a cage and for two days he sprinkled seed on him, and put water on, and cleaned the cage. On the third day he forgot about the siskin and did not change his water.

His mother says to him:

- You see, you forgot about your bird, it's better to let it go.

— No, I won't forget, I'll put water on and clean the cage.

Seryozha put his hand into the cage, began to clean it, but the chizhik was frightened, beating against the cage. Seryozha cleaned out the cage and went to fetch water.

The mother saw that he had forgotten to close the cage, and she shouted to him:

- Seryozha, close the cage, otherwise your bird will fly out and be killed!

Seryozha came running, took the bird, carried it to the cage.

The chizhik was still alive, but lay on his chest, spreading his wings, and breathing heavily. Seryozha looked and looked and began to cry.

- Mother! What should I do now?

“Now you can’t do anything.

Seryozha did not leave the cage all day long and kept looking at the chizhik, but the chizhik still lay on his chest and breathed heavily. When Seryozha went to sleep, the chizhik was still alive.

Seryozha could not fall asleep for a long time, every time he closed his eyes, he imagined a chizhik, how he lies and breathes.

In the morning, when Seryozha approached the cage, he saw that the siskin was already lying on its back, tucked up its paws and stiffened.

Since then, Seryozha has never caught birds.

Leo Tolstoy "Kitten" True story

There were brother and sister - Vasya and Katya; and they had a cat. In the spring, the cat disappeared. The children looked for her everywhere, but could not find her.

Once they were playing near the barn and heard something meowing in thin voices above their heads. Vasya climbed the stairs under the roof of the barn. And Katya stood below and kept asking:

- Found? Found?

But Vasya did not answer her. Finally, Vasya shouted to her:

- Found! Our cat... and she has kittens; so wonderful; come here soon.

Katya ran home, got milk and brought it to the cat.

There were five kittens. When they grew up a little and began to crawl out from under the corner where they hatched, the children chose one kitten, gray with white paws, and brought it into the house. Mom gave away all the other kittens, and left this one to the children. The children fed him, played with him and put him to bed with them.

Once the children went to play on the road and took a kitten with them. The wind stirred the straw along the road, and the kitten played with the straw, and the children rejoiced at him. Then they found sorrel near the road, went to collect it and forgot about the kitten.

Suddenly they heard someone shouting loudly: “Back, back!” - and they saw that the hunter was galloping, and in front of him were two dogs - they saw a kitten and they want to grab it. And the stupid kitten, instead of running, sat down on the ground, hunched his back and looked at the dogs. Katya was frightened by the dogs, screamed and ran away from them. And Vasya, with all his might, set off to the kitten and at the same time with the dogs ran up to him. The dogs wanted to grab the kitten, but Vasya fell on the kitten with his stomach and covered it from the dogs.

The hunter jumped up and drove the dogs away, and Vasya brought the kitten home and no longer took him into the field with him.

Leo Tolstoy "The Lion and the Dog"

They showed wild animals in London and took money or dogs and cats to feed wild animals for watching.

One man wanted to look at the animals; he grabbed a dog in the street and brought it to the menagerie. They let him watch, but they took the little dog and threw it into a cage to be eaten by a lion.

The dog tucked its tail between its legs and snuggled into the corner of the cage. The lion walked up to her and sniffed her.

The dog lay on its back, raised its paws and began to wag its tail. The lion touched her with his paw and turned her over. The dog jumped up and stood in front of the lion on its hind legs.

The lion looked at the dog, turned its head from side to side and did not touch it.

When the owner threw meat to the lion, the lion tore off a piece and left it for the dog.

In the evening, when the lion went to bed, the dog lay down beside him and laid her head on his paw.

Since then, the dog has lived in the same cage with the lion. The lion did not touch her, ate food, slept with her, and sometimes played with her.

So the lion and the dog lived for a whole year in one cage.

A year later, the dog fell ill and died. The lion stopped eating, but kept sniffing, licking the dog and touching it with his paw. When he realized that she was dead, he suddenly jumped up, bristled, began to whip his tail on the sides, threw himself on the wall of the cage and began to gnaw the bolts and the floor.

All day long he fought, rushed around the cage and roared, then lay down beside the dead dog and calmed down. The owner wanted to carry away the dead dog, but the lion would not let anyone near it.

Leo Tolstoy "Hares"

Forest hares feed at night on the bark of trees, field hares - on winter crops and grass, bean gooses - on grain 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.

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