A short story with a lot of meaning is much easier for a child to master than a long story with several themes. Start reading with simple sketches and move on to more serious books. (Vasily Sukhomlinsky)
Ingratitude
Grandfather Andrey invited his grandson Matvey to visit. The grandfather put a large bowl of honey in front of his grandson, put white rolls, invites:
- Eat, Matveyka, honey. If you want, eat honey with rolls with a spoon, if you want - rolls with honey.
Matvey ate honey with rolls, then - rolls with honey. I ate so much that it became difficult to breathe. He wiped his sweat, sighed and asked:
- Tell me, please, grandfather, what kind of honey is it - lime or buckwheat?
- And what? - Grandfather Andrei was surprised. - I treated you with buckwheat honey, granddaughters.
“Linden honey is still tastier,” said Matvey and yawned: after a plentiful meal, he felt sleepy.
Pain squeezed the heart of grandfather Andrei. He was silent. And the grandson continued to ask:
- And the flour for rolls - from spring or winter wheat? Grandfather Andrei turned pale. His heart clenched with unbearable pain.
It became hard to breathe. He closed his eyes and groaned.
Why say "thank you"?
Two people were walking along the forest road - grandfather and a boy. It was hot, they wanted to drink.
The travelers came to a stream. Cool water gurgled softly. They leaned over and got drunk.
“Thank you, stream,” Grandpa said. The boy laughed.
- Why did you say "thank you" to the stream? he asked his grandfather. - After all, the stream is not alive, will not hear your words, will not understand your gratitude.
- This is true. If the wolf got drunk, he would not say “thank you”. And we are not wolves, we are people. Do you know why a person says "thank you"?
Think who needs this word?
The boy thought. He had plenty of time. The road was long...
Martin
The mother swallow taught the chick to fly. The chick was very small. He clumsily and helplessly waved his weak wings. Unable to stay in the air, the chick fell to the ground and was badly hurt. He lay motionless and squealed plaintively. The mother swallow was very alarmed. She circled over the chick, screaming loudly and did not know how to help him.
The little girl picked up the chick and put it in a wooden box. And she put the box with the chick on the tree.
The swallow took care of her chick. She brought him food daily, fed him.
The chick began to recover quickly and was already chirping merrily and cheerfully waving its strengthened wings.
The old red cat wanted to eat the chick. He quietly crept up, climbed a tree and was already at the very box. But at this time the swallow flew off the branch and began to fly boldly in front of the very nose of the cat. The cat rushed after her, but the swallow deftly dodged, and the cat missed and slammed to the ground with all his might.
Soon the chick completely recovered and the swallow, with a joyful chirping, took him to his native nest under the neighboring roof.
Evgeny Permyak
How Misha wanted to outsmart his mother
Misha's mother came home after work and threw up her hands:
- How did you, Mishenka, manage to break off the wheel of a bicycle?
- It, mother, broke off by itself.
- And why is your shirt torn, Mishenka?
- Mommy, she broke herself.
- And where did your second shoe go? Where did you lose it?
- He, mother, lost himself somewhere.
Then Misha's mother said:
- How bad they are! They, the scoundrels, need to teach a lesson!
- But as? Misha asked.
“Very simple,” Mom replied. - If they have learned to break themselves, tear themselves apart and get lost on their own, let them learn to repair themselves, sew themselves up, stay on their own. And you and I, Misha, will sit at home and wait until they do all this.
Misha sat down by the broken bicycle, in a torn shirt, without a shoe, and thought hard. Apparently, this boy had something to think about.
Short story "Ah!"
Nadia didn't know how to do anything. Grandmother Nadya dressed, put on shoes, washed, combed her hair.
Mom Nadya was fed from a cup, fed from a spoon, laid to sleep, lulled.
Nadia heard about the kindergarten. It's fun for friends to play there. They dance. They sing. They listen to stories. Good for kids in kindergarten. And Nadenka would have been fine there, but they didn't take her there. Not accepted!
Oh!
Nadia cried. Mom cried. Grandma cried.
- Why didn't you take Nadya to kindergarten?
And in kindergarten they say:
How can we accept her when she can't do anything.
Oh!
Grandma caught on, mom caught on. And Nadia caught on. Nadia began to dress herself, put on her own shoes, wash herself, eat, drink, comb her hair, and go to bed.
As they found out about this in kindergarten, they themselves came for Nadia. They came and took her to the kindergarten, dressed, shod, washed, combed.
Oh!
Nikolai Nosov
steps
One day Petya was returning from kindergarten. That day he learned to count to ten. He reached his house, and his younger sister Valya was already waiting at the gate.
“I already know how to count!” Petya boasted. - I learned in kindergarten. Look how I now count all the steps on the stairs.
They began to climb the stairs, and Petya loudly counted the steps:
- Well, why did you stop? Valya asks.
“Wait, I forgot which step is next. I will remember now.
“Well, remember,” says Valya.
They stood on the stairs, they stood. Petya says:
- No, I can't remember that. Well, let's start over.
They went down the stairs. They started going up again.
“One,” says Petya, “two, three, four, five… And he stopped again.
- Forgot again? Valya asks.
- Forgot! How is it! I just remembered and suddenly forgot! Well, let's try again.
They went down the stairs again, and Petya started over:
One, two, three, four, five...
“Maybe twenty-five?” Valya asks.
- Not really! You just stop thinking! You see, I forgot because of you! Will have to start over again.
I don't want to at first! Valya says. - What it is? Up, then down, then up, then down! My legs already hurt.
“If you don’t want to, don’t,” Petya answered. “I won’t go any further until I remember.”
Valya went home and said to her mother:
- Mom, there Petya counts steps on the stairs: one, two, three, four, five, but then he doesn’t remember.
“And then six,” Mom said.
Valya ran back to the stairs, and Petya kept counting the steps:
One, two, three, four, five...
- Six! Valya whispers. - Six! Six!
- Six! Petya was delighted and went on. - Seven eight nine ten.
It’s good that the stairs ended, otherwise he would never have reached the house, because he only learned to count up to ten.
Slide
The children built a snow hill in the yard. They poured water on her and went home. The cat didn't work. He was sitting at home, looking out the window. When the guys left, Kotka put on his skates and went up the hill. Teal skates in the snow, but can't get up. What to do? Kotka took the box of sand and sprinkled it on the hill. The guys came running. How to ride now? The guys were offended by Kotka and forced him to cover the sand with snow. Kotka untied his skates and began to cover the hill with snow, and the guys poured water over it again. Kotka also made steps.
Nina Pavlova
The little mouse got lost
The mother gave the forest mouse a wheel made of dandelion stem and said:
- Come on, play, ride near the house.
- Pip pip pip! the mouse shouted. - I will play, I will ride!
And rolled the wheel down the path. I rolled it, rolled it, and played so much that I did not notice how I found myself in a strange place. Last year's linden nuts were lying on the ground, and above, behind the carved leaves, a completely foreign place! The mouse is quiet. Then, so that it would not be so scary, he put his wheel on the ground, and he sat in the middle. Sitting and thinking
“Mom said: “Ride near the house.” And where is now near the house?
But then he saw that the grass trembled in one place and a frog jumped out.
- Pip pip pip! the mouse shouted. - Tell me, frog, where is near the house, where is my mother?
Fortunately, the frog knew just that and answered:
- Run straight and straight under these flowers. Meet the newt. He has just crawled out from under the stone, lies and breathes, is about to crawl into the pond. From the newt, turn left and run along the path all straight and straight. You will meet a white butterfly. She sits on a blade of grass and waits for someone. From the white butterfly, turn left again and then shout to your mother, she will hear.
- Thank you! - said the mouse.
He picked up his wheel and rolled it between the stems, under the bowls of white and yellow anemone flowers. But the wheel soon became stubborn: it would hit one stalk, then another, then it would get stuck, then it would fall. And the mouse did not back down, pushed him, pulled him, and finally rolled out onto the path.
Then he remembered the newt. After all, the newt never met! And he did not meet because he had already managed to crawl into the pond while the little mouse was fiddling with his wheel. So the mouse did not know where he needed to turn left.
And again he rolled his wheel at random. Rolled up to the tall grass. And again, grief: the wheel got tangled in it - and neither back nor forward!
Barely managed to get him out. And then only the mouse remembered the white butterfly. After all, she never met.
And the white butterfly sat, sat on a blade of grass and flew away. So the little mouse did not know where he needed to turn left again.
Fortunately, the mouse met a bee. She flew to the flowers of red currant.
- Pip pip pip! the mouse shouted. - Tell me, bee, where is near the house, where is my mother?
And the bee just knew this and answered:
- Run downhill now. You will see - in the lowland something turns yellow. It's as if the tables are covered with patterned tablecloths, and on them are yellow cups. This is a spleen, such a flower. From the spleen go uphill. You will see flowers radiant like the sun and next to them - on long legs - fluffy white balls. This is a coltsfoot flower. Turn right from him and then shout to your mother, she will hear.
- Thank you! the mouse said...
Where to run now? And it was already getting dark, and no one could be seen around! The mouse sat down under a leaf and cried. And he cried so loudly that his mother heard him and came running. How happy he was for her! And she even more: she didn’t even hope that her son was alive. And they merrily ran side by side home.
Valentina Oseeva
Button
Tanya's button came off. Tanya sewed it to her blouse for a long time.
“Well, grandmother,” she asked, “do all boys and girls know how to sew on their buttons?”
- I really don't know, Tanyusha; both boys and girls know how to tear off buttons, but grandmothers get more and more to sew on.
- That's how! Tanya said offended. - And you made me, as if you yourself were not a grandmother!
Three comrades
Vitya lost his breakfast. At the big break, all the guys had breakfast, and Vitya stood on the sidelines.
- Why do not you eat? Kolya asked him.
Lost breakfast...
- Bad, - said Kolya, biting off a large piece of white bread. - It's still a long way to lunch!
- Where did you lose it? Misha asked.
- I don't know... - Vitya said quietly and turned away.
- You probably carried it in your pocket, but you need to put it in your bag, - said Misha. But Volodya did not ask anything. He went up to Vita, broke a piece of bread and butter in half and handed it to his comrade:
- Take it, eat it!
March 31, 1882 Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky was born - Russian poet, literary critic, children's writer and journalist. Passion for children's literature, glorified Chukovsky, began relatively late, when he was already a famous critic.
In 1916, Chukovsky compiled the Yolka collection and wrote his first fairy tale, Crocodile. In 1923, his famous fairy tales "Moydodyr" and "Cockroach" were published.
Charles Perrault
Classical French poet and critic, now best known as the author of The Tales of Mother Goose. Charles Perrault was the fourth most published foreign writer in the USSR in 1917-1987: the total circulation of his publications amounted to 60.798 million copies.
Berestov Valentin Dmitrievich
Russian poet and lyricist who wrote for adults and children. He is the author of such children's works as "The Bouncer Serpent", "The Mother and Stepmother", "The Stork and the Nightingale", etc.
Marshak Samuil Yakovlevich
Russian Soviet poet, playwright, translator and literary critic. He is the author of the works "Teremok", "Cat's House", "Doctor Faust" and others. Almost all the time of his literary activity, Marshak wrote both poetic feuilletons and serious, "adult" lyrics. In addition, Marshak is the author of classic translations of William Shakespeare's sonnets. Marshak's books have been translated into many languages of the world, and for translations by Robert Burns, Marshak was awarded the title of honorary citizen of Scotland.
Mikhalkov Sergey Vladimirovich
In addition to his career as a fabulist and war correspondent, Sergei Vladimirovich is also the author of the texts of the hymns of the Soviet Union and the Russian Federation. Among his famous children's works are "Uncle Styopa", "The Nightingale and the Crow", "What do you have", "The Hare and the Turtle", etc.
Hans Christian Andersen
Author of world-famous fairy tales for children and adults: The Ugly Duckling, The King's New Dress, Thumbelina, The Steadfast Tin Soldier, The Princess and the Pea, Ole Lukoye, The Snow Queen and many others.
Agniya Barto
Volova's first husband was the poet Pavel Barto. Together with him, she wrote three poems - "Girl-roar", "Girl grimy" and "Counting". During World War II, the Barto family was evacuated to Sverdlovsk. There Agnia had to master the profession of a turner. The prize received during the war, she gave to the construction of the tank. In 1944 the family returned to Moscow.
Nosov Nikolai Nikolaevich
The winner of the Stalin Prize of the third degree in 1952 Nikolai Nosov is best known as a children's writer. Before you is the author of works about Dunno.
Moshkovskaya Emma Efraimovna
At the beginning of her career, Emma received approval from Samuil Marshak himself. In 1962, she published the first collection of poems for children, "Uncle Shar", followed by more than 20 collections of poems and fairy tales for preschool and primary school age. It is also worth noting that many Soviet composers wrote songs to Moshkovskaya's poems.
Lunin Viktor Vladimirovich
Viktor Lunin began writing poems and fairy tales at school, but he entered the path of a professional writer much later. The first publications of poems in periodicals appeared in the early 70s (the writer himself was born in 1945). Viktor Vladimirovich published more than thirty books of poetry and prose. His poetic "Az-bu-ka" for children became the standard for the transmission of alphabetic sound writing, and his book "Children's Album" was awarded a diploma at the 3rd All-Russian competition of children's books "Father's House" in 1996. For the "Children's Album" Viktor Lunin in the same year was awarded the title of laureate of the literary award of the magazine "Murzilka". In 1997, his fairy tale "The Adventures of Butter Lisa" was awarded as the best fairy tale about cats by the Library of Foreign Literature.
Oseeva Valentina Alexandrovna
In 1937, Valentina Aleksandrovna took her first story, Grishka, to the editor, and in 1940 her first book, Red Cat, was published. Then collections of stories for children "Babka", "Magic Word", "Father's Jacket", "My Comrade", a book of poems "Ezhinka", the story "Vasek Trubachev and His Comrades", "Dinka" and "Dinka Says Goodbye to Childhood" were written. ”, having autobiographical roots.
Brothers Grimm
The Brothers Grimm published several collections called Grimm's Tales, which became quite popular. Among their fairy tales: "Snow White", "The Wolf and the Seven Kids", "The Bremen Town Musicians", "Hansel and Gretel", "Little Red Riding Hood" and many others.
Fedor Ivanovich Tyutchev
Contemporaries noted his brilliant mind, humor, talent as an interlocutor. His epigrams, witticisms and aphorisms were on everyone's lips. Tyutchev's glory was confirmed by many - Turgenev, Fet, Druzhinin, Aksakov, Grigoriev and others. Leo Tolstoy called Tyutchev "one of those unfortunate people who are immeasurably higher than the crowd among which they live, and therefore always alone."
Alexey Nikolaevich Pleshcheev
In 1846, the very first collection of poems made Pleshcheev famous among the revolutionary youth. Three years later he was arrested and sent into exile, where he spent almost ten years in military service. Upon his return from exile, Pleshcheev continued his literary activity; having gone through years of poverty and deprivation, he became an authoritative writer, critic, publisher, and, at the end of his life, a philanthropist. Many of the poet's works (especially poems for children) have become textbooks and are considered classics. More than a hundred romances have been written by the most famous Russian composers to Pleshcheev's poems.
Eduard Nikolaevich Uspensky
This person does not need to be introduced. This will be done by the characters of his works, including Crocodile Gena and Cheburashka, the cat Matroskin, Uncle Fyodor, the postman Pechkin and others.
Valentina Alexandrovna Oseeva
Once upon a time there was Masha the needlewoman, and she had a magic needle. Masha sews a dress - the dress itself washes and irons. He will sew the tablecloth with gingerbread and sweets, lay it on the table, looking - and indeed sweets appear on the table. Masha loved her needle, took care of it more than her eyes, and yet she did not save it. Once I went into the forest for berries and lost it. I searched, searched, went around all the bushes, searched all the grass - no, as there is no needle. Mashenka sat down under a tree and started crying.
The Hedgehog took pity on the girl, got out of the mink and gave her his needle.
Masha thanked him, took the needle, and she herself thought: “I wasn’t like that.” And let's cry again. The tall old Pine saw her tears - she threw her needle to her.
Take it, Masha, maybe it will come in handy for you!
Masha took it, bowed low to the Pine and went through the forest. She walks, wipes her tears, and she herself thinks: “This needle is not like that, mine was better.” Here she met the Silkworm, she is walking - spinning silk, wrapped herself in silk thread.
Take, Masha, my silk hank, maybe it will come in handy for you!
The girl thanked him and began to ask:
Silkworm, Silkworm, you have been living in the forest for a long time, you have been spinning silk for a long time, you make golden threads from silk, do you know where my needle is?
The Silkworm thought, shook his head.
Your needle, Mashenka, is with Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga has a bone leg. In a hut on chicken legs. Only there is no way, no path. It's smart to get her out of there.
Mashenka began to ask him to tell where Baba Yaga - the bone leg lives.
The Silkworm told her everything:
You need to go there not for the sun, but for the cloud,
By nettles and thorns,
Through the ravines and through the swamp.
To the very old well.
Birds don't make nests there,
Only toads and snakes live
Yes, there is a hut on chicken legs,
Baba Yaga herself sits by the window,
She embroiders a flying carpet.
Woe to those who go there.
Don't go, Mashenka, forget your needle,
Better take my skein of silk!
Masha bowed at the waist to the Silkworm, took a hank of silk and went, and the Silkworm shouted after her:
Don't go, Masha, don't go!
Baba Yaga has a hut on chicken legs.
On chicken legs in one window.
The big Owl guards the hut,
An owl's head sticks out of the pipe,
At night, Baba Yaga sews with your needle,
She embroiders a flying carpet.
Woe, woe to the one who goes there!
Mashenka is afraid to go to Baba Yaga, but she feels sorry for her needle.
Here she chose a dark cloud in the sky.
The cloud led her
By nettles and thorns
Down to the oldest well
To the green muddy swamp,
Where the toads and snakes live
Where the birds don't make their nests.
Masha sees a hut on chicken legs,
Baba Yaga herself sits by the window,
And an owl's head sticks out of the pipe ... 
The terrible Owl saw Masha, and as she groaned, she shouted to the whole forest:
Oh ho ho ho! Who is there? Who is there?
Masha was frightened, her legs buckled from fear. And the Owl rolls her eyes, and her eyes glow like lanterns, one yellow, the other green, everything around them is yellow and green!
Mashenka sees that she has nowhere to go, bowed low to the Owl and asked:
Let me, Owl, see Baba Yaga. I have business with her!
The Owl laughed, groaned, and Baba Yaga shouted to her from the window:
My owl, Owl, the very hot stuff climbs into our oven! - And she says to the girl so affectionately:
Come in, Mashenka, come in!!
I myself will open all the doors for you,
I'll close them myself for you!
Masha came up to the hut and saw: one door was closed with an iron bolt, a heavy lock was hanging on the other, and a cast chain was on the third.
Owl threw her three feathers.
Open, - he says, - the doors and come in as soon as possible!
Masha took one feather, attached it to the bolt - the first door opened, attached the second feather to the lock - the second door opened, she attached the third feather to the cast chain - the chain fell to the floor, the third door opened in front of her! Masha entered the hut and sees: Baba Yaga is sitting by the window, winding threads on a spindle, and there is a carpet on the floor, wings are embroidered with silk on it and a needle is stuck in the unfinished wing. Masha rushed to the needle, and Baba Yaga would hit the floor with a broom, how she would scream:
Don't touch my flying carpet! Sweep the hut, chop wood, heat the stove, I’ll finish the carpet, roast you and eat you!
Baba Yaga grabbed a needle, sews and says:
Girl, girl, tomorrow night
I’ll feast on the carpet with the Owl-Owl,
And you look to sweep the hut
And she would have been in the oven! -
Mashenka is silent, does not respond,
And the black night is already approaching ... 
Baba Yaga flew away a little before light, and Mashenka quickly sat down to sew the carpet. She sews, sews, does not raise her head, she has three stems left to finish, when suddenly the whole thicket around her hummed, the hut shook, the hut trembled, the blue sky darkened - Baba Yaga returned and asked:
My owl, Owl,
Are you eating and drinking well?
Was the girl nice? -
Moaned, groaned Owl:
Did not eat, did not drink Owl's head,
And your girl is alive and alive.
I didn’t heat the stove, I didn’t cook myself.
She didn't feed me anything. -
Baba Yaga jumped into the hut, and the needle whispered to Mashenka:
Take out the pine needle
Put it on the carpet like new
Baba Yaga flew away again, Masha quickly set to work; sews, embroiders, does not raise her head, and the Owl shouts to her:
Girl, girl, why doesn't smoke rise from the chimney?
Mashenka answers her:
My owl, Owl, the stove flares up badly.
And she lays firewood herself, kindles the fire.
And Owl again:
Girl, girl, is the water boiling in the boiler?
And Mashenka answers her:
The water in the boiler does not boil.
There is a cauldron on the table.
And she herself puts a cauldron of water on the fire and again sits down to work. Mashenka sews, sews, and the needle runs on the carpet, and the Owl again shouts:
Turn on the stove, I want to eat!
Masha planted firewood, smoke went to the Owl.
Girl, girl! yells Owl. - Sit in a pot, cover yourself with a lid and climb into the oven!
And Masha says:
I would be glad to please you, Owl, but there is no water in the pot!
And she herself sews and sews, she only has one stalk left.
Owl took out a feather from her and threw it into the window.
On, open the door, go for water, but look to me, if I see that you are going to run, I will call Baba Yaga, she will quickly catch up with you!
Mashenka opened the door and said:
My owl, Owl, go down to the hut and show how to sit in a pot, how to cover yourself with a lid.
The Owl got angry and jumped into the chimney and landed in the cauldron! Masha pushed the shutter, and she herself sat down to sew the carpet. Suddenly the earth trembled, everything around rustled, a needle escaped from Masha's hands:
Let's run, Mashenka, hurry up,
Open three doors
Get a flying carpet
Trouble is upon us!
Mashenka grabbed the flying carpet, opened the doors with an owl feather and ran. She ran into the forest, sat down under a pine tree to sew a carpet. A nimble needle turns white in her hands, a silk skein of thread glistens, shimmers, just a little bit remains to finish Masha.
And Baba Yaga jumped into the hut, sniffed the air and shouted:
My owl, Owl,
Where do you play
Why don't you meet me?
She pulled out a cauldron from the stove, took a large spoon, eats and praises:
What a delicious girl
What a greasy stew!
She ate all the stew to the very bottom, she looks - on the bottom Owl feathers! She looked at the wall where the carpet hung, but there was no carpet! She guessed what was the matter, trembled with anger, grabbed her gray hair and let's ride around the hut:
I am you, I am you
For Owl Owl
I'll tear it to shreds!
She sat on her broomstick and flew up into the air; flies, spurs itself with a broom.
And Mashenka sits under the Pine, sews, hurries, the last stitch remains for her. She asks Pine high:
My dear pine, is Baba Yaga still far away?
Pine answers her:
Baba Yaga flew green meadows,
She waved her broom, turned to the forest ...
Mashenka hurries even more, she has very little left, but there is nothing to sew, she has run out of silk threads. Mashenka cried. Suddenly, out of nowhere, - Silkworm:
Do not cry, Masha, silk is on you,
Thread my needle!
Masha took the thread and sews again.
Suddenly the trees swayed, the grass rose on end, Baba Yaga flew in like a whirlwind! Yes, she did not have time to go down to the ground, when the Pine planted her branches for her, she got entangled in them and fell to the ground right next to Masha.
And Mashenka has sewn the last stitch and spread the flying carpet, all that remains is to sit on it.
And Baba Yaga is already rising from the ground, Masha threw a hedgehog needle at her: the old Hedgehog ran up, rushed at Baba Yaga's feet, pricked her with his needles, did not let her get up from the ground. And Mashenka, meanwhile, jumped up on the carpet, the flying carpet soared up to the very clouds and in one second rushed Mashenka home.
She began to live, to live, to sew and embroider for the benefit of people, for her own joy, and she took care of her needle more than her eyes. And Baba Yaga was pushed into the swamp by hedgehogs, where she sank forever and ever. 
Grandfather, grandmother and Alyosha
Y. Koval
The grandfather and the woman argued about who their grandson looked like.
Baba says:
Alyosha looks like me. The same smart and economic.
Alyosha says:
That's right, that's right, I'm all in a woman. Grandfather says:
And in my opinion, Alyosha looks like me. He has the same eyes - beautiful, black. And he will probably grow the same big beard when Alyosha grows up himself.
Alyosha wanted to grow the same beard, and he says:
That's right, that's right, I look more like my grandfather. Baba says:
What a big beard will grow, it is still unknown. But Alyosha is much more like me. He, like me, loves tea with honey, gingerbread, jam and cheesecakes. But the samovar has just ripened. Now let's see who Alyosha looks more like.
Alyosha thought a little and said:
Perhaps I still look a lot like a woman.
Grandfather scratched his head and said:
Tea with honey is not a complete resemblance. But Alyosha, just like me, loves to harness a horse, and then ride a sled into the forest. Now let's lay down the sled and go to the forest. There, they say, moose showed up, they nibble hay from our haystack. We must look.
Alyosha thought and thought and said:
You know, grandfather, I get so strange in life. I look like a woman for half a day, and like you for half a day. Now I’ll have some tea and I’ll immediately look like you.
And while Alyosha drank tea, he closed his eyes in the same way and puffed like a grandmother, and even when they raced on a sled into the forest, just like grandfather, he shouted: “But, oh, dear! Let's! Let's!" - and snapped the whip.
Before the first rain
Tanya and Masha were very friendly and always went to kindergarten together. That Masha came for Tanya, then Tanya for Masha. One time, when the girls were walking down the street, it started to rain heavily. Masha was in a raincoat, and Tanya was in one dress. The girls ran.
- Take off your cloak, we will cover ourselves together! Tanya shouted as she ran.
I can't, I'll get wet! - bending down her head with a hood, Masha answered her.
Kindergarten teacher said:
- How strange, Masha's dress is dry, and yours, Tanya, is completely wet, how did this happen? You were walking together, weren't you?
“Masha had a raincoat, and I walked in one dress,” Tanya said.
“So you could cover yourself with one cloak,” said the teacher and, looking at Masha, shook her head.
- It can be seen, your friendship until the first rain!
Both girls blushed: Masha for herself, and Tanya for Masha.
How Masha got big
Evgeny Permyak
Little Masha really wanted to grow up. Very. And how to do it, she did not know. I've tried everything. And I walked in my mother's shoes. And sat in my grandmother's hood. And she did her hair, like Aunt Katya's. And tried on beads. And she put on a watch.
Nothing worked. They just laughed at her and made fun of her.
Once once Masha decided to sweep the floor. And swept. Yes, she swept it so well that even my mother was surprised:
Masha! Are you really getting big?
And when Masha washed the dishes clean and dry and wiped them dry, then not only mother, but also father was surprised. He was surprised and said to everyone at the table:
We did not even notice how Maria grew up with us. Not only sweeps the floor, but also washes dishes.
Now everyone calls little Masha big. And she feels like an adult, although she walks in her tiny shoes and in a short dress. No hair. Without beads. No watch.
It's not like they make the little ones big.
How Misha wanted to outsmart his mother
Evgeny Permyak
Misha's mother came home after work and threw up her hands:
How did you, Mishenka, manage to break off the wheel of a bicycle?
It, mother, broke off by itself.
And why is your shirt torn, Mishenka?
She, mother, broke herself.
Where did your second shoe go? Where did you lose it?
He, mother, lost himself somewhere.
Then Misha's mother said:
How bad they are! They, the scoundrels, need to teach a lesson!
But as? Misha asked.
It’s very simple,” Mom said. - If they have learned to break themselves, tear themselves apart and get lost on their own, let them learn to repair themselves, sew themselves up, stay on their own. And you and I, Misha, will sit at home and wait until they do all this.
Misha sat down by the broken bicycle, in a torn shirt, without a shoe, and thought hard. Apparently, this boy had something to think about.
Who is the dumbest?
Valentina Alexandrovna Oseeva
Once upon a time there lived a boy Vanya, a girl Tanya, a dog Barbos, a duck Ustinya and a chicken Boska in the same house.
One day they all went out into the yard and sat on a bench: the boy Vanya, the girl Tanya, the dog Barbos, the duck Ustinya and the chicken Boska.
Vanya looked to the right, looked to the left, lifted his head up. Boring! He took it and pulled Tanya's pigtail.
Tanya got angry, wanted to hit Vanya back, but she sees that the boy is big and strong. She kicked Barbos. Barbos squealed, offended, bared his teeth. I wanted to bite her, but Tanya is the mistress, you can’t touch her. Barbos grabbed the duck Ustinya by the tail. The duck was alarmed, smoothed its feathers. She wanted to hit the chicken Boska with her beak, but changed her mind.
So Barbos asks her:
- Why don't you beat Boska, duck Ustinya? He is weaker than you.
“I’m not as stupid as you,” the duck answers Barbos.
“There are more stupid than me,” the dog says and points to Tanya.
Tanya heard.
“And there are more stupid than me,” she says and looks at Vanya.
Vanya looked around, but there was no one behind him. 
Who is the boss
Valentina Alexandrovna Oseeva
The big black dog's name was Beetle. Two boys, Kolya and Vanya, picked up Zhuk on the street. He had a broken paw. Kolya and Vanya looked after him together, and when Zhuk recovered, each of the boys wanted to become his sole owner. But who was the owner of the Beetle, they could not decide, so their dispute always ended in a quarrel.
One day they were walking through the woods. The beetle ran ahead. The boys argued heatedly.
“My dog,” Kolya said, “I was the first to see the Beetle and picked him up!”
- No, mine, - Vanya was angry, - I bandaged her paw and dragged delicious pieces for her!
Nobody wanted to give in. The boys had a big fight.
- My! My! both shouted.
Suddenly, two huge shepherd dogs jumped out of the forester's yard. They rushed at the Beetle and knocked him to the ground. Vanya hurriedly climbed the tree and shouted to his comrade:
- Save yourself!
But Kolya grabbed a stick and rushed to Zhuk's aid. The forester ran up to the noise and drove away his shepherd dogs.
- Whose dog? he shouted angrily.
“Mine,” Kolya said.
Vanya was silent. 
Revenge
Valentina Alexandrovna Oseeva
Katya went up to her desk and gasped: the drawer had been pulled out, the new paints were scattered, the brushes were dirty, puddles of brown water were spread on the table.
- Alyoshka! Katya screamed. - Alyoshka! .. - And, covering her face with her hands, she began to cry loudly.
Alyosha stuck his round head through the door. His cheeks and nose were stained with paint.
"I didn't do anything to you!" he said quickly.
Katya rushed at him with her fists, but the little brother disappeared behind the door and jumped into the garden through the open window.
- I will take revenge on you! Katya cried with tears.
Alyosha, like a monkey, climbed up a tree and, hanging from the lower branch, showed his nose to his sister.
- Did you cry? .. Because of some colors, she began to cry!
You will cry for me too! Katya screamed. - How can you cry!
- Am I going to pay? Alyosha laughed and began to quickly climb up. "Catch me first!"
Suddenly he stumbled and hung, grabbing a thin branch. The branch cracked and snapped. Alyosha fell.
Katya ran into the garden. She immediately forgot her ruined paints and her quarrel with her brother.
- Alyosha! she screamed. - Alyosha!
The little brother sat on the ground and, blocking his head with his hands, looked at her in fright.
- Get up! Get up!
But Alyosha drew his head into his shoulders and closed his eyes.
- Can not? Katya shouted, feeling Alyosha's knees. - Hold on to me. She put her arms around her brother's shoulders and carefully set him on his feet. - Does it hurt you?
Alyosha shook his head and suddenly burst into tears.
What, you can't stand? Katya asked.
Alyosha began to cry even louder and clung tightly to his sister.
“I will never touch your paints again… never… never… I will not!”
First fish
Evgeny Permyak
Yura lived in a large and friendly family. Everyone in this family worked. Only one Yura did not work. He was only five years old.
Once Yurina's family went to fish and cook fish soup. We caught a lot of fish and gave them all to my grandmother. Yura also caught one fish. Ruff. I also gave it to my grandmother. For the ear.
Grandma cooked the ear. The whole family sat down on the shore around the bowler and let's praise the ear:
From the fact that our ear is tasty, that Yura caught a huge ruff. Because our ear is fat and rich, because the ruff is fatter than catfish.
And even though Yura was small, he understood that adults were joking. Is there a lot of fat from a tiny ruff? But he was still happy. He rejoiced because his small fish was also in the big family ear.
Assistant
N.M. Pavlova
Katya loves to walk in the park. There are carousels, slides, swings, and they also sell balloons and delicious ice cream.
Once Katya woke up, had breakfast and looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly, the sky was blue and clear.
Mom, let's go for a walk, - Katya shouted, - the weather is very good!
Let's go, but later, I have a lot to do, - said my mother and went to cook dinner. Katya was offended, sat in a corner. She didn’t even play, she was about to cry.
She sat, sat, and figured out how to get to the park faster ... She put things in order on the shelf with toys. I watered the flowers on the windowsill. I even swept the floor in the kitchen.
How quickly we got things done! Mom rejoiced. - Get dressed, let's go on a carousel ride.
And they went to the park.
Just an old lady
Valentina Alexandrovna Oseeva
A boy and a girl were walking down the street. And ahead of them was an old woman. It was very slippery. The old woman slipped and fell.
- Hold my books! the boy shouted, handing the girl his briefcase, and rushed to the aid of the old woman.
When he returned, the girl asked him:
- Is that your grandmother?
“No,” the boy replied.
- Mother? - the girlfriend was surprised.
- Well, aunt? Or an acquaintance?
- No, no, no! the boy replied. - It's just an old woman. Hasty knife
Evgeny Permyak
Mitya planed a stick, planed and threw it away. Oblique stick turned out. Uneven. Ugly.
How is it so? - asks Mitya's father.
The knife is bad, - Mitya answers, - it cuts askew.
No, - says the father, - the knife is good. He's just hasty. He needs to learn patience.
But as? - asks Mitya.
And so, - said the father.
He took a stick and began to whittle it slowly, gently, carefully.
Mitya understood how patience should be taught to a knife, and he too began to whittle away quietly, gently, carefully.
For a long time the hurried knife did not want to obey. He was in a hurry: at random, at random he strove to wag, but it didn’t work out. Mitya made him be patient.
Knife sharpened well. Smooth. Beautiful. Obediently.
Four brothers
Evgeny Permyak
One mother had four sons. All the sons succeeded well, only they did not want to recognize each other as brothers. Nothing similar was found.
Well, if, - says one brother, - whomever I decide to call a brother, then only swan fluff or, at worst, cotton fiber.
And I, - says the second brother, - look like glass. I can only recognize him as my brother.
And I'm a brother of white smoke, - says the third. - No wonder they confuse us one with the other.
And I'm not like anyone, - said the fourth brother. - And I have no one to call my brother, except for tears.
So to this day, four siblings argue: white Snow, blue Ice, thick Fog and frequent Rain - they don’t call each other brothers, and all four call Mother Water a dear mother.
It happens in the world ... Brother does not always recognize brother!
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