If you suddenly need to read someone a bedtime story, you won't find this one better.
1:648It was time for bed, and the little hare grabbed the big hare tightly by its long, long ears. He wanted to know for sure that the big hare was listening to him.
- Do you know how much I love you?
- Of course not, baby. How should I know?
- I love you - that's how! - and the hare spread its paws wide, wide.
But the big hare has longer legs.
- And I you - that's how.
“Wow, how wide,” thought the hare.
- Then I love you - that's how! And he pulled himself up with all his might.
- And you - that's how, - the big hare reached for him.
“Wow, how high,” thought the hare. - I would like that!
Then the hare guessed: a somersault on the front paws, and with the hind legs up the trunk!
- I love you to the very tips of the hind legs!
- And I you - to the very tips of your paws, - the big hare picked him up and threw him up.
- Well, then... then... Do you know how much I love you?... Just like that! - and the hare jumped and tumbled across the clearing.
- And I love you - like this, - the big hare grinned, and jumped up so much that he got his ears to the branches!
"That's a jump! - thought the hare. “If only I could do that!”
- I love you far, far along this path, as from us to the river itself!
- And I you - as through the river and in-oh-oh-he is behind those hills ...
“How far away,” the hare thought sleepily. Nothing else came to his mind.
Here above, above the bushes, he saw a big dark sky. There is nothing beyond the sky!
- I love you until the moon itself, - the hare whispered, and closed his eyes.
- Wow, how far ... - The big hare laid him on a bed of leaves.
He himself settled down next to him, kissed him goodnight ... and whispered in his ear:
And I love you to the moon. To the very, very moon... and back.
"That's how I love you" - a translation of a fairy tale in poetic form:
The little hare smiled at his mother:
- I love you like this! - and threw up his hands.
- And that's how I love you! - his mother told him
She spread her hands and also showed.
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He crouched down and jumped high like a ball.
- I love you like this! - laughed the bunny.
And then in response to him, dashing dashingly,
- That's how I love you! - jumped the hare.
- This is a lot, - the hare whispered, -
It's a lot, a lot, a lot, but not too much.
I love you like this! the bunny smiled
And somersaulted on the grass-ant.
- And that's how I love you! - Mommy said
Tumbled, hugged and kissed.
This is a lot, - the hare whispered, -
It's a lot, a lot, a lot, but not too much.
Do you see the tree growing right next to the river?
I love you like this - you understand, mom!
And mom can see the whole valley in her arms.
- That's how I love you! mother told her son.
So it was a fun day. At the hour when it was getting dark
The yellow-white moon appeared in the sky.
At night, children need to sleep even in our fairy tale.
The bunny whispered to his mother, closing his eyes:
- From the earth to the moon, and then back -
That's how much I love you! Isn't it clear?
Having tucked a blanket on all sides of the bunny,
Quietly, before going to bed, my mother whispered:
- It's very, very much, it's so nice,
If you love to the moon, and then back.
short tales- total of 12 little short bedtime stories for children.
MASHA AND OYKA
There were two girls in the world.
One girl was named Masha, and the other was Zoya. Masha loved to do everything herself. She eats her own soup. She drinks milk from a cup. She puts the toys in the box herself.
Oika herself does not want to do anything and only says:
- Oh, I don't want to! Oh, I can't! Oh, I won't!
All "oh" yes "oh"! So they began to call her not Zoika, but Oika.
A TALE ABOUT THE ROUGH WORD “GO AWAY! "
Masha and Oika built a house out of cubes. The Mouse came running and said:
- What a beautiful house! Can I live in it?
“Get out of here, Little Mouse!” said Oika in a rough voice. Masha was upset:
- Why did you drive the Mouse away? The mouse is good.
- And you go too, Masha! Oika said. Masha was offended and left. The sun peeked through the window.
- Shame on you, Oika! - said the Sun. - Is it possible for a girlfriend to say: “Go away!”? Oika ran to the window and shouted to the Sun:
- And you go too!
The Sun said nothing and left the sky somewhere. It became dark. It's completely, completely dark. Oike was scared.
- Mom, where are you? Oika screamed.
Oika went to look for her mother. I went out onto the porch - it's dark on the porch. I went out into the yard - it's dark in the yard. Oika ran along the path. She ran and ran and ended up in a dark forest. Oika got lost in a dark forest.
“Where am I going?” Oika was frightened. - Where is my house? I'll go straight to the Gray Wolf! Oh, never again will I say “go away!” to anyone.
The Sun heard her words and went up into the sky. It became light and warm.
And here comes Masha. Oika rejoiced:
- Come to me, Masha. Let's build a new house for the Mouse. Let him live there.
TALE ABOUT THE pacifier
Masha went to bed and asked:
- Mom, give me a pacifier! I won't sleep without a pacifier. Then the night bird Owl flew into the room.
- Wow! Wow! So big, but you suck on the pacifier. There are hares in the forest, squirrels smaller than you. They need a pacifier.
The Owl Machine grabbed a nipple and carried it far, far - across the field, across the road into the dense forest.
“I won’t sleep without a pacifier,” said Masha, got dressed and ran after the Owl.
Masha ran to Zaichikha and asked:
- Did the Owl fly here with my pacifier?
- Arrived, - replies the Hare. - We just don't need your pacifier. We have hares without nipples sleeping.
Masha ran to the Bear:
- Bear, did the Owl fly here?
- Arrived, - the Bear answers. - But my cubs don't need nipples. They sleep like that.
Masha walked through the forest for a long time and saw: all the animals in the forest were sleeping without nipples. And the chicks in the nests, and the ants in the anthill. Masha came to the river. Fish sleep in the water, frogs sleep near the shore - everyone sleeps without nipples.
Then the night bird Owl flew up to Masha.
- Here's your pacifier. Masha, - says Owl. - Nobody wants her.
And I don't need it! Masha said. Masha threw the pacifier and ran home - to sleep.
THE TALE OF THE FIRST BERRIES
Masha and Oika made sand cakes. Masha makes Easter cakes herself. And Oika keeps asking:
- Oh, dad, help! Oh, dad, make me a cake!
Papa Oika helped. Oika began to tease Masha:
- And my cakes are better! I have some big and good ones. And you have some bad and small ones.
The next day my dad left for work. A Forest Bird flew in from the forest. She has a stem in her beak. And on the stalk are two berries. The berries glow like red lanterns. - Whoever makes the Easter cake better, I will give these berries to him! - said the Forest Bird.
Masha quickly made an Easter cake out of sand. And Oika, no matter how hard she tried, nothing came of it.
The Forest Bird gave the berries to Masha.
Oika was distressed and wept.
And Masha says to her:
- Don't cry, Oika! I will share with you. You see, there are two berries. One is for you and the other is for me.
THE TALE OF THE OUT-TONGUE
Oika went into the forest, and the Bear cub met her.
- Hello, Oika! - said Little Bear. And Oika stuck out her tongue and began to tease him. It was a shame for the Bear cub. He cried and went behind a large bush. I met Oika Hare.
- Hello, Oika! - said the Hare. And Oika again stuck out her tongue and began to tease him. It was a shame for the Hare. He cried and went behind a large bush.
Here sit under a large bush the Bear cub and the Hare, and both are crying. Leaves, like handkerchiefs, wipe the tears.
A bee flew in in a furry coat.
- What happened? Who offended you? asked the Bee.
- We said “hello” to Oika, and she showed us her tongue. We are very sorry. Here we are crying.
- Can't be! Can't be! - Bee buzzed. Show me this girl!
- There she is sitting under a birch. The Bee flew to Oika and buzzed:
- How are you, Oika? And Oika showed her tongue too. The Bee got angry and stung Oika right on the tongue. Oike hurts. Swollen tongue. Oika wants to close his mouth and cannot.
So Oika walked until the evening with her tongue hanging out. In the evening my father and mother came home from work. They anointed Oikin's tongue with bitter medicine. The tongue became small again, and Oika closed her mouth.
Since then, Oika has not shown her tongue to anyone else.
THE TALE ABOUT THE LITTLE OAK
Oika went to the forest. And in the forest mosquitoes: wow! Oyka pulled out a small oak tree from the ground, sits on a stump, brushes off mosquitoes. Mosquitoes flew to their swamp.
“I don’t need you anymore,” Oika said and threw the oak tree on the ground.
Belchonok came running. I saw a torn oak tree and cried:
- Why did you do it, Oika? If an oak tree grew, I would make a house for myself in it ...
Little Bear came running and also cried:
- And I would lie on my back under it and rest ... Birds cried in the forest:
- We would build nests on its branches ... Masha came and also cried:
- I planted this oak tree myself ... Oika was surprised:
- Oh, why are you all crying? After all, this is a very small oak tree. There are only two leaves on it. Here the old oak creaked angrily:
- I was too small. If an oak tree grew, it would become tall and powerful, like me.
THE TALE ABOUT HOW HARES Frightened the GRAY WOLF
There lived a Gray Wolf in the forest. He was very offended by hares.
Hares spent whole days sitting under a bush and crying. Once the Hare-daddy said:
- Let's go, to the girl Masha. Maybe she can help us.
Hares came to Masha and say:
- Masha! We are very offended by the Gray Wolf. What should we do?
Masha felt very sorry for the hares. She thought and thought.
- I have a toy inflatable hare, - said Masha. - Let's inflate this toy hare. The Gray Wolf will see him and get scared.
The first was to blow Hare-father. Blow-blow, and the rubber hare became big, like a lamb.
Then the Hare-mother began to blow. Dula-dula, and the rubber hare became as big as a cow.
Then Oika began to blow. She blew, blew, and the rubber hare became as big as a bus.
Then Masha began to blow. She blew, blew, and the rubber hare became as big as a house.
In the evening the Gray Wolf came to the clearing.
He looks, and a hare sits behind a bush. Big-very big.shoy, fat-very fat.
Oh, how frightened the Gray Wolf!
He tucked his gray tail and ran away from this forest forever.
A TALE OF LAZY FEET
Oika does not like to walk by herself. Every now and then he asks:
- Oh, dad, carry me! Oh, my legs are tired! So Masha, Oika, Bear cub and Wolf cub went to the forest for berries. Picked up berries. It's time to go home already.
“I won’t go myself,” says Oika. - My legs are tired. Let the Bear cub carry me.
Oyka village on Bear cub. There is a Little Bear, staggering. It is hard for him to bear Oika. Tired Little Bear.
“I can't take it anymore,” he says.
“Then let the Wolf Cub carry me,” says Oika.
Oika village on Volchonka. There is a Wolf cub, staggering. It is hard for him to bear Oika. Tired Wolf.
“I can't take it anymore,” he says. Then the Hedgehog ran out of the bushes:
- Sit on me. Oh, I'll take you home.
Oyka sat on the Ezhonok and how she screamed:
- Oh! Oh! I better go myself! The Little Bear and the Wolf cub laughed. Masha says:
- How are you going? Because your legs are tired.
“Not at all tired,” says Oika. -That's just what I said.
THE TALE OF THE UNEDUCATED MOUSE
There lived one ill-mannered Mouse in the forest.
He didn't say good morning to anyone in the morning. And in the evening I didn’t say “good night” to anyone.
All the animals in the forest were angry with him. They don't want to be friends with him. They don't want to play with him. Berries are not served.
The Mouse became sad.
Early in the morning the Mouse ran up to Masha and said:
- Masha, Masha! How can I make peace with all the animals in the forest?
Masha said to the Mouse:
- In the morning you should say “good morning” to everyone. In the evening, everyone should say “good night”. And then everyone will be friends with you.
The Mouse ran to the hares. He said good morning to all the rabbits. And dad, and mom, and grandma, and grandpa, and little Hare.
The hares smiled and gave the Mouse a carrot.
The Mouse ran to the squirrels. He said good morning to all the squirrels. And dad, and mom, and grandmother, and grandfather, and even little Belchonok.
The squirrels laughed and praised the Mouse.
For a long time the Mouse ran through the forest. To all the animals, big and small, he said "good morning."
The Mouse ran to the Forest Bird. The Forest Bird made its nest at the very top of a tall pine tree.
“Good morning!” shouted the Mouse. The Mouse's voice is thin. And the pine is tall. The Forest Bird does not hear him.
- Good morning! shouted the Mouse with all his might. All the same, the Forest Bird does not hear him. Nothing to do. The Mouse climbed onto the pine tree. It is difficult for the Mouse to climb. Clings to bark, branches. The White Cloud passed by.
- Good morning! - shouted the Mouse to the White Cloud.
-Good morning! - quietly answered the White Cloud. The Mouse crawls even higher. The plane flew by.
- Good morning, Plane! - shouted the Mouse.
-Good morning! - loudly boomed the Airplane. Finally the Mouse reached the top of the tree.
- Good morning, Forest Bird! - said the Mouse. - Oh, how long it took me to get to you! The Forest Bird laughed.
- Good night. Mouse! Look, it's already dark. The night has already come. It's time to say "good night" to everyone.
The Mouse looked around - and it’s true: the sky is completely dark, and there are stars in the sky.
- Well then, good night, Forest Bird! - said
Little mouse.
The Forest Bird stroked the Mouse with its wing:
- What a good you have become. Mouse, polite! Get on my back, I'll take you to your mother.
THE TALE OF A BOTTLE OF FISH OIL
Machines dad made three boats.
One, small, for the Belchonok, another, larger, for the Bear cub, and the third, even more, for Masha.
Masha went to the river. She got into the boat, took the oars, but she could not row - she did not have enough strength. Masha is sitting in the boat very sad.
The fish took pity on Masha. They began to think how to help her. Old Yorsh said:
- Masha needs to drink fish oil. Then she will be strong.
Poured fish into a bottle of fish oil. Then the frogs were called.
- Help us. Take this fish oil to Masha.
“All right,” the frogs croaked.
They took a bottle of fish oil, pulled it out of the water, put it on the sand. And they themselves sat down and croaked.
- Why are you croaking, frogs? - asks Masha.
- And we didn’t croak in vain, - the frogs answer. - Here's a bottle of fish oil. This fish sent it to you as a gift.
- I will not drink fish oil, it is tasteless! Masha waved her hands.
Suddenly Masha sees - two boats are floating on the river. In one the Bear cub sits, in the other - the Squirrel. Boats are sailing fast, wet oars glitter in the sun.
- Masha, swim together! - shout Belchonok and Bear cub.
- I can’t, - Masha answers, - the oars are very heavy.
- These are not heavy oars, but you are weak, - said the Little Bear. Because you don't take fish oil.
- Do you drink? - asked Masha.
- Every day, - answered the Bear cub and the Squirrel.
- OK. I will also drink fish oil - Masha decided. Masha began to drink fish oil. She became strong and strong.
Masha came to the river. Sat in the boat. I took the oars.
- Why are the oars so light? Masha was surprised.
“The oars are not light,” said Little Bear. You just got strong.
Masha rode the boat all day long. Even rubbed her hands. And in the evening she again ran to the river. She brought a large bag of sweets and poured all the sweets directly into the water.
“This is for you, fish!” shouted Masha. - And you, frogs!
It was quiet in the river. Fish swim, and each has a candy in its mouth. And the frogs jump along the shore and suck green candies.
TALE ABOUT MOM
One day, the Hare became capricious and said to his mother:
I do not love you!
The Hare-mother was offended and went into the forest.
And in this forest lived two wolf cubs. And they didn't have a mother. It was very bad for them without their mother.
One day the wolf cubs sat under a bush and wept bitterly.
Where can we take mom? - says one Wolf cub. - Well, at least a mother cow!
Or a mother cat! - says the second Wolf.
Or mother frog!
Or mother bunny!
Zaychikha heard these words and says:
Do you want me to be your mom?
The wolves rejoiced. They took the new mother to their home. And the house of the wolf cubs is dirty, dirty. Mom Hare tidied up in the house. Then she heated the water, put the wolf cubs in a trough and began to bathe them.
At first, the cubs did not want to bathe. They were afraid that the soap would get into their eyes. And then they really liked it.
Mommy! Mommy! the wolves scream. - Rub your back! More on the head of the fields!
And so the Hare began to live with the cubs.
And the Hare without a mother completely disappears. It's cold without mom. Hungry without mom. It's very, very sad without my mother.
The Hare ran to Masha:
Masha! I offended my mother, and she left me.
Stupid Hare! Masha screamed. -Is it possible? Where will we look for it? Let's go ask the Forest Bird.
Masha and the Hare came running to the Forest Bird.
Forest Bird, have you seen the Hare?
I didn’t see it, - the Forest Bird answers. - But I heard that she lives in the forest with the cubs.
And in the forest there were three wolf houses. Masha and the Hare came running to the first house. We looked out the window. They see:
the house is dirty, dust on the shelves, garbage in the corners.
No, my mother does not live here, - says the Hare. They ran to the second house. We looked out the window. They see: the tablecloth is dirty on the table, the dishes are unwashed.
No, my mom doesn't live here! - says the Hare.
They ran to the third house. They see everything is clean in the house. Wolf cubs are sitting at the table, fluffy, cheerful. There is a white tablecloth on the table. A plate with berries. Frying pan with mushrooms.
That's where my mother lives! - Hare guessed. Masha knocked on the window. Hare looked out the window. The Hare pressed his ears and began to ask his mother:
Mom, come back to live with me ... I won't do it anymore.
The wolves cried:
Mom, don't leave us!
The hare thought. She doesn't know how to be.
Here's how to do it, - said Masha. - One day you will be a hare mother, and the next day - a wolf mother.
So we decided. The Hare began to live one day with the Hare, and the other day with the cubs.
WHEN CAN YOU CRY?
Masha cried in the morning. The Cockerel looked out the window and said:
- Don't cry, Masha! In the morning I sing “ku-ka-re-ku”, and you cry, you prevent me from singing.
Masha cried during the day. Grasshopper climbed out of the grass and says:
- Don't cry, Masha! All day I chirp in the grass, and you cry - and no one hears me.
Masha cried in the evening.
Frogs jumped from the pond.
- Do not Cry. Masha! say the frogs. - We like to croak in the evening, and you interfere with us.
Masha cried at night. The Nightingale flew in from the garden and sat down at the window.
- Don't cry, Masha! At night I sing beautiful songs, and you bother me.
- When should I cry? - asked Masha.
“Don’t you ever cry,” Mom said. - You're a big girl now.
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 in.
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.
Belka said:
First, let me climb the tree, 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're bored because you're angry. Anger burns your heart. And we are cheerful because we are kind and do no harm to anyone.
Fairy tale "The Hare and the Man"
Russian traditional
The poor man, walking through the open field, saw a hare under a bush, was delighted and said:
That's when I'll live at home! I will catch this hare and sell it for four altyns, with that money I will buy a pig, she will bring me twelve little pigs; piglets will grow up, bring twelve more; I'll pin them all, I'll accumulate a barn of meat; I’ll sell the meat, and with the money I’ll run a house and get married myself; my wife will bear me two sons - Vaska and Vanka; the children will plow the arable land, and I will sit under the window and give orders. “Hey, you guys,” I shout, “Vaska and Vanka!
Yes, the peasant shouted so loudly that the hare was frightened and ran away, but the house with all the wealth, with his wife and children was gone ...
Fairy tale "How the fox got rid of nettles in the garden"
Once a fox came out into the garden and sees that a lot of nettles have grown on it. I wanted to pull it out, but I decided that it was not even worth starting. I already wanted to go to the house, but here comes the wolf:
Hello cousin, what are you doing?
And the cunning fox answers him:
Oh, you see, godfather, how many beautiful ones I have ugly. Tomorrow I will clean and store it.
What for? the wolf asks.
Well, then, - says the fox, - the one who smells nettles does not take the dog's fang. See godfather, do not come close to my nettle.
She turned and went into the house to sleep the fox. She wakes up in the morning and looks out the window, and her garden is empty, not a single nettle is left. The fox smiled and went to cook breakfast.
Fairy tale "Ryaba Hen"
Russian traditional
Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman in the same village.
And they had a chicken. named Ryaba.
One day the hen Ryaba laid an egg on them. Yes, not a simple egg, golden.
Grandfather beat the testicle, did not break it.
The woman beat and beat the testicle, did not break it.
The mouse ran, waved its tail, the testicle fell, and it broke!
The grandfather is crying, the woman is crying. And the hen Ryaba tells them:
Do not cry grandfather, do not cry woman! I'll lay you a new testicle, but not a simple one, but a golden one!
Tale of the most greedy man
Eastern fairy tale
In one city of the country of the Hausa lived the miser Na-khana. And he was so greedy that none of the inhabitants of the city had ever seen Na-khana give at least water to the traveler. He'd rather get a couple of slaps in the face than lose the smallest bit of his fortune. And this was a great fortune. Na-khana himself probably did not know exactly how many goats and sheep he had.
One day, returning from the pasture, Na-khana saw that one of his goats had stuck its head in a pot, but could not get it out. Na-khana himself tried for a long time to remove the pot, but in vain. Then he called the butchers and, after a long bargain, he sold the goat to them on the condition that they cut off her head and return the pot to him. The butchers slaughtered the goat, but when they took out its head, they broke the pot. Na-hana was furious.
I sold the goat at a loss, and you also broke the pot! he shouted. And even cried.
Since then, he did not leave the pots on the ground, but placed them somewhere higher so that the goats or sheep would not stick their heads in them and cause him loss. And people began to call him the great miser and the most greedy man.
Fairy tale "Eyeglasses"
Brothers Grimm
The beautiful girl was lazy and slovenly. When she had to spin, she was annoyed at every knot in linen yarn and immediately broke it to no avail and threw it in a heap on the floor.
She had a maid - a hardworking girl: it happened that everything that the impatient beauty threw away would be collected, unraveled, cleaned and thinly rolled. And she accumulated so much of such matter that it was enough for a pretty dress.
A young man wooed a lazy beautiful girl, and everything was already prepared for the wedding.
At a bachelorette party, a diligent maid danced merrily in her dress, and the bride, looking at her, said mockingly:
"Look, how she dances! How merry she is! And she herself dressed up in my hair!"
The groom heard this and asked the bride what she wanted to say. She told the groom that this maid had woven a dress for herself from the same linen that she had discarded from her yarn.
As the groom heard this, he understood that the beauty was lazy, and the maid was zealous for work, he approached the maid, and chose her as his wife.
Fairy tale "Turnip"
Russian traditional
Grandfather planted a turnip and says:
Grow, grow, turnip, sweet! Grow, grow, turnip, strong!
The turnip has grown sweet, strong, big, big.
The grandfather went to pick a turnip: he pulls, he pulls, he cannot pull it out.
Grandpa called grandma.
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
The grandmother called her granddaughter.
Granddaughter for grandmother
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
They pull, they pull, they can't pull it out.
Granddaughter called Zhuchka.
Bug for granddaughter
Granddaughter for grandmother
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
They pull, they pull, they can't pull it out.
Bug called the cat.
Cat for a bug
Bug for granddaughter
Granddaughter for grandmother
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
They pull, they pull, they can't pull it out.
The cat called the mouse.
Mouse for a cat
Cat for a bug
Bug for granddaughter
Granddaughter for grandmother
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
Pull-pull - and pulled out a turnip. So the turnip's fairy tale is over, and whoever listened - well done! 
Fairy tale "Sun and cloud"
Gianni Rodari
The sun merrily and proudly rolled across the sky on its fiery chariot and generously scattered its rays - in all directions!
And everyone had fun. Only the cloud got angry and grumbled in the sun. And no wonder - she was in a thunderous mood.
- You're a spender! - the cloud frowned. - Leaky hands! Throw, throw your beams! Let's see what you're left with!
And in the vineyards, each berry caught the sun's rays and rejoiced in them. And there was not such a blade of grass, a spider or a flower, there was not even such a drop of water that would not try to get its piece of the sun.
- Well, spend more! - the cloud did not let up. - Spend your wealth! You will see how they will thank you when you have nothing left to take!
The sun was still merrily rolling across the sky and giving away its rays in millions, billions.
When it counted them at sunset, it turned out that everything was in place - look, every single one!
Upon learning of this, the cloud was so surprised that it immediately scattered into hail. And the sun splashed cheerfully into the sea.
Fairy tale "Sweet porridge"
Brothers Grimm
Once upon a time there was a poor, modest girl alone with her mother, and they had nothing to eat. Once the girl went into the forest and met an old woman on the way, who already knew about her miserable life and gave her an earthen pot. He had only to say: “Pot, cook!” - and tasty, sweet millet porridge will be cooked in it; and just tell him: “Potty, stop it!” - and the porridge will stop cooking in it. The girl brought a pot home to her mother, and now they got rid of poverty and hunger and began to eat sweet porridge whenever they wanted.
Once the girl left home, and the mother says: “Pot, cook!” - and porridge began to boil in it, and the mother ate her fill. But she wanted the pot to stop cooking porridge, but she forgot the word. And now he cooks and cooks, and the porridge is already creeping over the edge, and all the porridge is being cooked. Now the kitchen is full, and the whole hut is full, and porridge is creeping into another hut, and the street is all full, as if it wants to feed the whole world; and a great misfortune happened, and not a single person knew how to help that grief. Finally, when only the house remains intact, a girl comes; and only she said: “Pot, stop it!” - he stopped cooking porridge; and the one who had to go back to the city had to eat his way through the porridge. 
Fairy tale "Black grouse and the fox"
Tolstoy L.N.
The black grouse was sitting on a tree. The fox came up to him and said:
- Hello, black grouse, my friend, as soon as I heard your voice, I came to visit you.
“Thank you for your kind words,” said the grouse.
The fox pretended not to hear, and said:
– What are you talking about? I can not hear. You, black grouse, my friend, would go down to the grass for a walk, talk to me, otherwise I won’t hear from the tree.
Teterev said:
- I'm afraid to go to the grass. It is dangerous for us birds to walk on the ground.
Or are you afraid of me? - said the fox.
“Not you, I’m afraid of other animals,” said the black grouse. - There are all kinds of animals.
- No, black grouse, my friend, today the decree has been announced so that there will be peace throughout the earth. Now the animals do not touch each other.
“That’s good,” said the black grouse, “otherwise the dogs are running, if only in the old way, you would have to leave, but now you have nothing to be afraid of.”
The fox heard about the dogs, pricked up her ears and wanted to run.
– Where are you? - said the grouse. - After all, now the decree, the dogs will not be touched.
- And who knows! - said the fox. Maybe they didn't hear the order.
And she ran away.
Fairy tale "The Tsar and the Shirt"
Tolstoy L.N.
One king was sick and said:
“I will give half of the kingdom to the one who will cure me.
Then all the wise men gathered and began to judge how to cure the king. No one knew. Only one wise man said that the king can be cured. He said:
- If you find a happy person, take off his shirt and put it on the king, the king will recover.
The king sent to look for a happy person in his kingdom; but the ambassadors of the king traveled all over the kingdom for a long time and could not find a happy person. There was not a single one that was satisfied with everyone. Who is rich, let him be ill; who is healthy, but poor; who is healthy and rich, but his wife is not good; and whoever has children who are not good - everyone complains about something.
Once, late in the evening, the king's son was walking past the hut, and he heard someone say:
- Here, thank God, I've worked out, eaten and go to bed; what else do i need?
The king's son was delighted, ordered to take off this man's shirt, and give him money for it, as much as he wants, and take the shirt to the king.
The messengers came to the happy man and wanted to take off his shirt; but the happy one was so poor that he had no shirt on.
Tale "Chocolate Road"
Gianni Rodari
Three little boys lived in Barletta - three brothers. Somehow they were walking outside the city and suddenly saw some strange road - even, smooth and all brown.
- What, I wonder, is this road made of? The older brother was surprised.
“I don’t know from what, but not from planks,” the middle brother remarked.
They wondered, wondered, and then knelt down and licked the road with their tongues.
And the road, it turns out, was all lined with chocolate bars. Well, the brothers, of course, were not at a loss - they began to regale themselves. Piece by piece - they did not notice how the evening came. And they all gobble up chocolate. So we ate it all the way! Not a piece of her is left. As if there was no road at all, no chocolate!
– Where are we now? The older brother was surprised.
“I don’t know where, but it’s not Bari!” the middle brother answered.
The brothers were confused - they did not know what to do. Fortunately, a peasant came out to meet them, returning from the field with his cart.
“Let me take you home,” he offered. And took the brothers to Barletta, right up to the house.
The brothers began to get out of the cart and suddenly saw that it was all made of cookies. They rejoiced and, without thinking twice, began to gobble her up on both cheeks. There was nothing left of the cart - no wheels, no shafts. Everyone ate.
That's how lucky one day three little brothers from Barletta. No one has ever been so lucky, and who knows if they will ever be.
What does a baby need to sleep peacefully and soundly? Of course bedtime story! Short good stories calm the baby and give wonderful dreams.
How Bunny Learned to Jump
Once upon a time there was a Bunny who couldn't jump. He, of course, moved, but in a different way, moving his paws like a cat. Because of this, the other rabbits, his brothers and sisters, made fun of him. The bunny was very worried about this and, finally, firmly decided to learn how to jump. One day he got up and walked into the forest, hoping to find someone who would teach him how to jump.
Zainka walked for a long time until he reached the pond. Then he saw the Frog.
- That's who will help me, - Zainka was delighted and ran up to her, - Frog, please teach me how to jump.
- Why not teach? - answered the frog, - Look! You stand on the shore near the water, sharply push off with your hind legs, once, and you are in the pond.
The frog said this and demonstrated how it jumped into the water.
Bunny went to the pond, touched the water with his paw and walked away. He thought that he couldn't swim either. After thinking a little, Zainka quietly slipped away until the frog emerged from his pond. He wandered on.
Suddenly, he saw a Kangaroo. The kid deftly jumped, trying to reach a branch with a bulk apple.
- Hooray, Kangaroo will definitely help me, - said Bunny and ran up to him. - Hello, Kangaroo, teach me how to jump as well as you.
- It's easy - you stand on your hind legs, lean on your tail and jump up - the kangaroo showed how it was and finally got a ripe apple. - Wow, you did it! Now you try!
The bunny stood up on its hind legs and tried to lean on its little tail. But he lost his balance and fell on his back, hitting the ground painfully.
- Oh-oh-oh, - groaned Zainka, - how painful! No, I can't jump like you, I'm sorry.
Bunny wandered on. Suddenly he heard a cheerful song and saw the girl Masha skipping along the path. The girl had a birthday today and she was given a lot of gifts and balloons. That's why Masha was in a great mood, she jumped on one or two legs. She had a beautiful blue ball in her hand.
Girl, - our Bunny dared to turn, - you are so great at jumping, but I don’t know how, teach me, please!
- With pleasure, - agreed Masha.
The girl picked up a sharp twig from the ground and pricked her blue ball. It burst with a deafening bang and echoed throughout the forest. Poor Zainka, hearing this terrible unfamiliar sound, jumped so high! And then he took off running. He ran fast, skipping like a real hare, until he reached the house. The hares began to torment him, where did he learn to jump like that. Finally, the Bunny calmed down, understood and was glad that he still learned to jump.
Since then, he often told this story to his brothers, then to his children, then to his grandchildren. True, since then the hares have become cowardly and have begun to be afraid of everything.
Let short bedtime stories become a good tradition and bring you closer to the baby.
A fairy tale is a great tool for communicating with a child. When reading fairy tales, parents convey in simple words what they want to teach the baby. Fairy tales immerse the child in a magical world where good triumphs over evil, the world of princes and princesses, the world of magicians and sorcerers. They form fantasy and imagination, make you think and experience emotions. Every child believes everything that fairy tales tell. By reading bedtime stories to the baby, parents create this magic around the child, and his sleep becomes more peaceful. In addition, reading fairy tales before bedtime is an excellent end to the working day for parents as well. The fairy tales collected on the site are small in size, but interesting and instructive.
Fairy tale: "Kolobok"
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman; they had no bread, no salt, no sour cabbage soup. The old man went to the bottom of the barrel to scrape, through the boxes of revenge. Having collected some flour, they began to knead the bun.
They mixed it in butter, spun it in a frying pan and chilled it on the window. The gingerbread man jumped off and ran away.
Runs along the path. A hare comes across to him and asks him:
Where are you running, bun?
Kolobok answered him:
I'm sweeping through the boxes,
Scraped by the bottom of the barrel,
Woven in raw butter
Cold on the window;
I left my grandfather
I left the woman
And I will run away from you.
And the bun ran. Towards him a gray top.
I'm sweeping through the boxes,
Scraped by the bottom of the barrel,
Woven in raw butter
Cold on the window;
I left my grandfather
I left the woman
I left the rabbit
And from you, wolf, I will run away.
The gingerbread man ran. A bear comes across him and asks him:
Where are you, bun? Kolobok answered him:
I'm sweeping through the boxes,
Scraped by the bottom of the barrel,
Woven in raw butter
Cold on the window;
I left my grandfather
I left the woman
I left the rabbit
I left the wolf
And from you, bear, I will run away.
The gingerbread man ran. He comes across a black fox to play the craftswoman, and asks, preparing to lick him:
Where are you running, little bun, tell me, my friend, my dear light!
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Kolobok answered her:
I'm sweeping through the boxes,
Scraped by the bottom of the barrel,
Woven in raw butter
Cold on the window;
I left my grandfather
I left the woman
I left the rabbit
I left the wolf
Got away from the bear
And I will run away from you.
The fox tells him:
I don't hear what you're doing? Sit on my upper lip!
Kolobochek sat down and sang the same song again.
I still can't hear anything! Sit on my tongue.
He sat down on her tongue. Again he sang the same.
She is ham! - and ate it.
Fairy tale: "The Fox and the Crane"
The fox made friends with the crane.
So the fox once decided to treat the crane, went to invite him to visit:
Come, kumanek, come, dear! How can I feed you!
A crane is going to a feast, and a fox has boiled semolina porridge and smeared it on a plate. Served and treats:
Eat, my dear kumanek! She cooked herself.
The crane clap-clap its nose, knocked-knocked, nothing hits. And the fox at this time licks herself and licks porridge - so she ate it all herself. oskazkax.ru - oskazkax.ru Porridge is eaten; fox and says:
Do not blame me, dear godfather! There is nothing more to eat!
Thank you, godfather, and on this! Come to visit me.
The next day, the fox comes, and the crane prepared okroshka, poured it into a jug with a narrow neck, put it on the table and said:
Eat, gossip! Don't be ashamed, little dove.
The fox began to spin around the jug, and this way and that way, and lick it and sniff it; there is no sense like no! The head does not fit into the jug. Meanwhile, the crane pecks at itself and pecks while it has eaten everything.
Well, do not blame me, godfather! There is nothing else to feed.
Annoyance took the fox: she thought that she would eat for a whole week, but she went home, as she slurped unsalted. Since then, the friendship between the fox and the crane has been apart.
Sergey Kozlov
Fairy tale: "Autumn fairy tale"
Day by day it grew lighter and later, and the forest became so transparent that it seemed that if you ransacked it up and down, you would not find a single leaf.
Soon our birch will fly around, - said the Bear cub. And he pointed with his paw at a lonely birch, standing in the middle of the clearing.
It will fly around ... - agreed the Hedgehog.
The winds will blow, - continued the Little Bear, - and it will shake all over, and in my dream I will hear how the last leaves fall from it. And in the morning I wake up, I go out onto the porch, and she is naked!
Naked ... - agreed the Hedgehog.
They sat on the porch of the bear's house and looked at a lonely birch in the middle of the clearing.
Now, if leaves grew on me in the spring? - said the Hedgehog. - I would sit by the stove in the fall, and they would never fly around.
What kind of leaves would you like? - asked the Little Bear. - Birch or ash?
How about maple? Then I would have been red-haired in autumn, and you would have taken me for a little Fox. Would you say to me: “Little Fox, how is your mother?” And I would say: “Hunters killed my mother, and now I live with the Hedgehog. Come visit us?" And you would come. "Where is the Hedgehog?" you would ask. And then, finally, I guessed, and we would have laughed for a long, long time, until the very spring ...
No, - said the Little Bear. - It would be better if I didn’t guess, but asked: “What. Hedgehog went for water? - "No?" you would say. "For firewood?" - "No?" you would say. “Maybe he went to visit Bear Cub?” And then you would nod your head. And I would wish you good night and run to my place, because you don’t know where I hide the key now, and you would have to sit on the porch.
But I would have stayed at home! - said the Hedgehog.
Well, so what! - said Little Bear. - You would sit at home and think: “I wonder if Little Bear is pretending or really didn’t recognize me?” And while I ran home, took a small jar of honey, returned to you and asked: “What. Has the hedgehog returned yet?” Would you say...
And I would say that I am the Hedgehog! - said the Hedgehog.
No, - said the Little Bear. - It would be better if you didn’t say anything like that. And he said so...
Here the Little Bear stumbled, because three leaves suddenly fell off the birch in the middle of the clearing. They whirled a little in the air, and then sank softly into the rusty grass.
No, it would be better if you didn’t say anything like that, - the Bear cub repeated. - And we would just drink tea with you and go to bed. And then I would have guessed everything in a dream.
Why in a dream?
The best thoughts come to me in a dream, - said the Little Bear. - You see: there are twelve leaves left on the birch. They will never fall again. Because last night I guessed in a dream that this morning they need to be sewn to a branch.
And sewed on? - asked the Hedgehog.
Of course, - said the Little Bear. - With the same needle that you gave me last year.
Fairy tale: "Masha and the Bear"
There lived a grandfather and a grandmother. They had a granddaughter Masha.
Once the girlfriends gathered in the forest for mushrooms and berries. They came to call Mashenka with them.
Grandfather, grandmother, - says Masha, - let me go into the forest with my girlfriends!
Grandparents answer:
Go, just keep an eye on your girlfriends, otherwise you will get lost.
The girls came to the forest, began to pick mushrooms and berries. Here Masha - tree by tree, bush by bush - and went far, far from her friends.
She began to haunt, began to call them, but her friends do not hear, do not respond.
Mashenka walked and walked through the forest - she got completely lost.
She came into the wilderness itself, into the thicket itself. He sees - there is a hut. Masha knocked on the door - no answer. She pushed the door - the door opened.
Mashenka entered the hut, sat down by the window on a bench.
Sit down and think:
“Who lives here? Why can't you see anyone?"
And in that hut lived a huge bear. Only he was not at home then: he walked through the forest.
The bear returned in the evening, saw Masha, was delighted.
Yeah, - he says, - now I won't let you go! You will live with me. You will heat the stove, you will cook porridge, feed me porridge.
Masha grieve, grieved, but nothing can be done. She began to live with a bear in a hut.
The bear will go into the forest for the whole day, and Mashenka is punished not to leave the hut anywhere without him.
And if you leave, - he says, - I’ll catch it anyway and then I’ll eat it!
Mashenka began to think how she could escape from the bear. Around the forest, in which direction to go - does not know, there is no one to ask ...
She thought and thought and thought.
Once a bear comes from the forest, and Mashenka says to him:
Bear, bear, let me go to the village for a day: I will bring presents to my grandmother and grandfather.
No, says the bear, you will get lost in the forest. Give me the gifts, I'll take them myself.
And Mashenka needs it!
She baked pies, took out a big, big box and said to the bear:
Here, look: I will put pies in this box, and you take them to your grandfather and grandmother. Yes, remember: do not open the box on the way, do not take out the pies. I'll climb into the oak tree, I'll follow you!
Okay, - the bear answers, - let's box!
Mashenka says:
Get out on the porch, see if it's raining!
As soon as the bear came out onto the porch, Mashenka immediately climbed into the box, and put a dish of pies on her head.
The bear returned, he sees - the box is ready. He put him on his back and went to the village.
A bear walks between the fir trees, a bear wanders between birches, descends into ravines, rises to the hillocks. Walked, walked, tired and says:
I sit on a stump
Eat a pie!
And Mashenka from the box:
See see!
Don't sit on a stump
Don't eat the pie!
Take it to grandma
Bring it to grandpa!
Look how big-eyed, - says the bear, - sees everything!
I sit on a stump
Eat a pie!
And Mashenka from the box again:
See see!
Don't sit on a stump
Don't eat the pie!
Take it to grandma
Bring it to grandpa!
Surprised bear:
What a clever one! Sits high, looks far!
I got up and walked faster.
I came to the village, found the house where my grandparents lived, and let's knock on the gate with all our might:
Knock-Knock! Unlock, open! I brought you presents from Mashenka.
And the dogs sensed the bear and rushed at him. From all yards they run, bark.
The bear was frightened, put the box at the gate and set off into the forest without looking back.
Then grandfather and grandmother came out to the gate. They see - the box is worth it.
What's in the box? - says the grandmother.
And grandfather lifted the lid, looks - and does not believe his eyes: Masha is sitting in the box, alive and well.
Grandpa and grandma rejoiced. They began to hug, kiss, and call Mashenka a clever girl.
Fairy tale: "Turnip"
Grandfather planted a turnip and says:
Grow, grow, turnip, sweet! Grow, grow, turnip, strong!
The turnip has grown sweet, strong, big, big.
The grandfather went to pick a turnip: he pulls, he pulls, he cannot pull it out.
Grandpa called grandma.
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
The grandmother called her granddaughter.
Granddaughter for grandmother
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
They pull, they pull, they can't pull it out.
Granddaughter called Zhuchka.
Bug for granddaughter
Granddaughter for grandmother
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
They pull, they pull, they can't pull it out.
Bug called the cat.
Cat for a bug
Bug for granddaughter
Granddaughter for grandmother
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
They pull, they pull, they can't pull it out.
The cat called the mouse.
Mouse for a cat
Cat for a bug
Bug for granddaughter
Granddaughter for grandmother
grandma for grandpa
Grandfather for a turnip -
Pull-pull - and pulled out a turnip. So the turnip's fairy tale is over, and whoever listened - well done!
Fairy tale: "The Man and the Bear"
A man went to the forest to sow turnips. Plows and works there. A bear came to him:
Man, I'll break you.
Don't break me, bear, it's better to let's sow turnips together. I’ll take at least some roots for myself, and I’ll give you tops.
To be so, - said the bear. - And if you deceive, then at least don’t go to the forest to me.
He said and went to the dubrov.
The turnip has grown big. A man came in autumn to dig turnips. And the bear crawls out of the oak tree:
Man, let's divide the turnip, give me my share.
Okay, bear, let's share: you tops, I have roots. The man gave the bear all the tops. And he put the turnip on the cart and took it to
city to sell.
Towards him a bear:
Man, where are you going?
I'm going, bear, to sell roots in the city.
Let me try - what's the spine? The man gave him a turnip. How the bear ate:
Ah! - Roared. - Man, you deceived me! Your roots are sweet. Now do not go to my forest for firewood, otherwise I will break it.
The next year, the peasant sowed rye in that place. He came to reap, and the bear is waiting for him:
Now you can't fool me, man, give me my share. The man says:
Be so. Bear, take the roots, and I'll take at least tops for myself.
They collected rye. The peasant gave the roots to the bear, and he put the rye on the cart and took it home.
The bear fought, fought, could not do anything with the roots.
He got angry with the peasant, and since then the bear and the peasant have been at enmity. So the fairy tale The Man and the Bear is over, and whoever listened - well done!
Fairy tale: "The wolf and the seven kids"
Lived - there was a goat with kids. The goat went into the forest to eat silk grass, to drink icy water. As soon as he leaves, the kids will lock up the hut and won't go anywhere themselves.
The goat comes back, knocks on the door and sings:
Goats, kids!
Open up, open up!
Milk runs along the notch,
From a notch on a hoof,
From the hoof to the cheese ground!
The kids will unlock the door and let the mother in. She will feed them, give them a drink, and again go into the forest, and the kids will lock themselves tightly - firmly.
The wolf overheard the goat singing. Once the goat left, the wolf ran to the hut and shouted in a thick voice:
You kids!
You goats!
open up
Open up!
Your mother has come
She brought milk.
Hooves full of water!
The goats answer him:
The wolf has nothing to do. He went to the smithy and ordered his throat to be reforged so that he could sing in a thin voice. The blacksmith cut his throat. the wolf again ran to the hut and hid behind a bush.
Here comes the goat and knocks:
Goats, kids!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came - she brought milk;
Milk runs along the notch,
From a notch on a hoof,
From the hoof to the cheese ground!
The kids let their mother in and let's talk about how the wolf came and wanted to eat them.
The goat fed, watered the kids and severely - severely punished:
Whoever comes to the hut, begins to ask in a thick voice and does not go over everything that I recite to you - do not open the door, do not let anyone in.
As soon as the goat left, the wolf again walked to the hut, knocked and began to lament in a thin voice:
Goats, kids!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came - she brought milk;
Milk runs along the notch,
From a notch on a hoof,
From the hoof to the cheese ground!
The kids opened the door, the wolf rushed into the hut and ate all the kids. only one kid was buried in the stove.
A goat comes: no matter how much she calls, or laments, no one answers her.
She sees - the door is open, she ran into the hut - there is no one there. I looked into the oven and found one kid there.
How the goat found out about her misfortune, how she sat on the bench - she began to grieve, cry bitterly:
Oh, you are my kids, goats!
What they unlocked - opened,
Did the bad wolf get it?
The wolf heard this, entered the hut and said to the goat:
What are you sinning against me, godfather? I didn't eat your goats. Full of grief, let's go to the forest, take a walk.
They went into the forest, and there was a hole in the forest, and a fire was burning in the hole. The goat says to the wolf:
Come on, wolf, let's try, who will jump over the hole?
They began to jump. The goat jumped over, and the wolf jumped, and fell into a hot hole.
His belly burst from the fire, the kids jumped out of there, all alive, yes - jump to the mother! And they began to live - to live as before. That's the end of the fairy tale The wolf and the kids, and whoever listened - well done!
Fairy tale: "Teremok"
A man was driving with pots and lost one pot. A goryukha fly flew in and asked:
He sees there is no one. She flew into the pot and began to live and live there.
A squeaker mosquito flew in and asked:
Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the terem?
I'm a fly. And who are you?
I am a peeping mosquito.
Come live with me.
Here they began to live together.
A gnaw mouse ran up and asked:
Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the terem?
I'm a fly.
I am a peeping mosquito. And who are you?
I am a chewing mouse.
Come live with us.
They began to live together.
A frog jumped up and asked:
Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the terem?
I'm a fly.
I am a peeping mosquito.
I am a chewing mouse. And who are you?
I am a frog.
Come live with us.
The four of them began to live.
Bunny runs and asks:
Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the terem?
I'm a fly.
I am a peeping mosquito.
I am a chewing mouse.
I am a frog. And who are you?
I'm a bow-legged hare, jumping up the hill.
Come live with us.
They began to live together.
The fox ran past and asked:
Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the terem?
I'm a fly.
I am a peeping mosquito.
I am a chewing mouse.
I am a frog.
And who are you?
I am a fox - beautiful when talking.
Come live with us.
They began to live together.
The wolf came running
Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the terem?
I'm a fly.
I am a peeping mosquito.
I am a chewing mouse.
I am a frog.
I, a bow-legged hare, jump up the hill.
I, the fox, am beautiful when talking. And who are you?
I am a wolf-wolf - because of the bush, I am a grabber.
Come live with us.
Here they live seven all together - and there is little grief.
The bear came and knocked:
Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the terem?
I'm a fly.
I am a peeping mosquito.
I am a chewing mouse.
I am a frog.
I, a bow-legged hare, jump up the hill.
I, the fox, am beautiful when talking.
I, the wolf-wolf - because of the bush, the grabber. And who are you?
I'm a crush on you all.
The bear sat on the pot, crushed the pot and scared away all the animals. That's the end of the fairy tale Teremok, and whoever listened - well done!
Fairy tale: "Ryaba Hen"
Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman in the same village.
And they had a chicken. named Ryaba.
One day the hen Ryaba laid an egg on them. Yes, not a simple egg, golden.
Grandfather beat the testicle, did not break it.
The woman beat and beat the egg, did not break it.
The mouse ran, waved its tail, the testicle fell, and it broke!
The grandfather is crying, the woman is crying. And the hen Ryaba tells them:
Do not cry grandfather, do not cry woman! I'll lay you a new testicle, but not a simple one, but a golden one!
Fairy tale: "Cockerel-golden comb"
Once upon a time there was a cat, a thrush, and a cockerel - a golden comb. They lived in the forest, in a hut. A cat and a thrush go to the forest to chop wood, and the cockerel is left alone.
Leave - severely punished:
You, cockerel, stay at home alone, we will go far into the forest for firewood. Be in charge, but do not open the door to anyone and do not look out yourself. The fox walks nearby, be careful.
They said they went into the woods. And the cockerel - the golden scallop of the house remained in charge. The fox found out that the cat and the thrush had gone into the forest, and the cockerel was alone at home - she ran faster, sat under the window and sang:
Cockerel, cockerel,
Golden comb.
butter head,
Silk beard.
Look out the window -
I'll give you peas.
The cockerel looked out the window, and the fox grabbed it in its claws - and carried it to its hole. The cockerel yelled:
The fox carries me
For dark forests.
For fast rivers
Over high mountains...
Cat and thrush, save me!
The cat and the thrush heard this, rushed in pursuit and took the cockerel from the fox.
The next day, again, the cat and the thrush are going to cut firewood in the forest. And again they punish the cockerel.
Well, cockerel-golden comb, today we will go further into the forest. If something happens, we won't hear from you. You run the house, but don’t open the door to anyone and don’t look out yourself. The fox walks nearby, be careful. They are gone.
And the fox is right there. She ran to the house, sat down under the window - and sang:
Cockerel, cockerel,
Golden comb.
butter head,
Silk beard.
Look out the window -
I'll give you peas.
The cockerel remembers what he promised the cat and the thrush - he sits quietly. And the fox again:
The boys were running
Scattered wheat.
Hens peck - but don't give roosters!
Here the cockerel could not restrain himself, looked out the window:
Ko-ko-ko. How do they not give?
And the fox grabbed him in his claws and carried him to his hole. The rooster crowed:
The fox carries me
For dark forests.
For fast rivers
For high mountains.
Cat and thrush, save me!
The cat and the thrush have gone far, the cockerel does not hear. He screams again, louder than before:
The fox carries me
For dark forests.
For fast rivers
For high mountains.
Cat and thrush, save me!
The cat and the thrush, although they were far away, but the cockerel heard - they rushed in pursuit. The cat runs, the thrush flies ... They caught up with the fox - the cat fights, the thrush pecks. They took the rooster.
For a long time, for a short time, the cat and the thrush again gathered in the forest to cut firewood. When leaving, they severely punish the cockerel:
Do not listen to the fox, do not look out the window, we will go even further, we will not hear your voice.
The cockerel promised that he would not listen to the fox, and the cat and the thrush went into the forest.
And the fox was just waiting for this: she sat down under the window and sings:
Cockerel, cockerel,
Golden comb.
butter head,
Silk beard.
Look out the window -
I'll give you peas.
The cockerel sits quietly, does not stick its nose out. And the fox again:
The boys were running
Scattered wheat.
Hens peck - do not give roosters!
The cockerel remembers everything - he sits quietly, does not answer anything, does not stick out. And the fox again:
People were running
Nuts were poured.
The chickens are pecking
Roosters are not allowed!
Then the cockerel forgot himself again, looked out the window:
Ko-ko-ko. How do they not give?
The fox grabbed him tightly in her claws, carried him to her hole, beyond dark forests, over fast rivers, over high mountains ...
No matter how much the cockerel screamed or called, the cat and the thrush did not hear him.
And when they returned home, the cockerel is gone.
The cat and the thrush ran in the tracks of the foxes. They ran to the fox hole. The cat tuned the hussels and let's strum, and the thrush sings:
Drift, nonsense, guselki
Golden strings...
Is Lisafya-kuma still at home,
Is it in your warm nest?
The fox listened, listened, and decided to see who sings so beautifully.
She looked out, and the cat and the thrush grabbed her - and let's beat, beat.
They beat and beat her until she carried her legs off.
They took a cockerel, put it in a basket and brought it home.
And since then they began to live and be, and now they live.
