Read a bedtime story to a child 4. Fairy tale “Straw bull, tar barrel”
Russian folk tale "Teremok"
There is a teremok-teremok in the field.
He is not short, not high, not high.
A small mouse runs past. She saw the tower, stopped and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
Nobody responds.
The mouse entered the little mansion and began to live in it.
A frog-frog galloped up to the mansion and asked:
- I, little mouse! Who are you?
- And I'm a frog.
- Come live with me!
The frog jumped into the tower. The two of them began to live together.
A runaway bunny runs past. He stopped and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house? Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse!
- I, frog-frog. Who are you?
- And I’m a runaway bunny.
- Come live with us!
The hare hops into the tower! The three of them began to live together.
The little fox-sister is coming. She knocked on the window and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse.
- I, frog-frog.
- Me, the runaway bunny. Who are you?
- And I am a fox-sister.
- Come live with us!
The fox climbed into the mansion. The four of them began to live together.
A top came running - a gray barrel, looked at the door and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse.
- I, frog-frog.
- Me, the runaway bunny.
- Me, little fox-sister. Who are you?
- And I am a top - a gray barrel.
- Come live with us!
The wolf climbed into the mansion. The five of them began to live together.
Here they are all living in a little house, singing songs.
Suddenly a clubfoot bear walks past. The bear saw the tower, heard the songs, stopped and roared at the top of his lungs:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse.
- I, frog-frog.
- Me, the runaway bunny.
- Me, little fox-sister.
- I, the top - the gray barrel. Who are you?
- And I’m a clumsy bear.
- Come live with us!
The bear climbed into the tower.
He climbed, climbed, climbed, couldn’t get in and said:
“I’d rather live on your roof.”
- Yes, you will crush us!
- No, I won’t crush you.
- Well, climb up! The bear climbed onto the roof.
Just sat down - fuck! - crushed the tower. The tower crackled, fell on its side and completely fell apart.
We barely managed to jump out of it:
little mouse,
frog frog,
runaway bunny,
fox-sister,
top - gray barrel, all safe and sound.
They began to carry logs, saw boards - new teremok build. They built it better than before!
Russian folk tale "Kolobok"
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. So the old man asks:
- Bake me a bun for me, old lady.
- What should I bake it from? There is no flour.
- Eh, old woman! Mark the barn, scrape the branches, and you'll get it.
The old woman did just that: she swept it out, scraped two handfuls of flour, kneaded the dough with sour cream, rolled it into a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to dry.
The bun got tired of lying: he rolled from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor - and to the door, jumping over the threshold into the hallway, from the hallway to the porch, from the porch to the yard, and then beyond the gate, further and further.
The bun is rolling along the road, and a hare meets it:
- No, don’t eat me, scythe, but rather listen to what song I’ll sing for you.
The hare raised his ears, and the bun sang:
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scraped by the bones,
Mixed with sour cream,
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
From you, hare,
It's not smart to leave.
The bun is rolling along a path in the forest, and towards it gray wolf:
- Kolobok, Kolobok! I'll eat you!
“Don’t eat me, gray wolf, I’ll sing you a song.”
And the bun sang:
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scraped by the bones,
Mixed with sour cream,
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare.
From you, wolf,
The bun is rolling through the forest, and a bear comes towards it, breaking brushwood, bending bushes to the ground.
- Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you!
- Well, where can you, clubfoot, eat me! Better listen to my song.
The gingerbread man began to sing, but Misha and his ears were barely able to sing.
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scraped by the bones,
Mixed with sour cream.
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare
I left the wolf
From you, bear,
Half-heartedly to leave.
And the bun rolled - the bear just looked after it.
The bun is rolling, and the fox meets it: “Hello, bun!” How handsome and rosy you are!
Kolobok is glad that he was praised and sang his song, and the fox listens and creeps closer and closer.
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scraped by the bones,
Mixed with sour cream.
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare
I left the wolf
Left the bear
From you, fox,
It's not smart to leave.
- Nice song! - said the fox. “The trouble is, my dear, that I’ve become old—I can’t hear well.” Sit on my face and sing it one more time.
Kolobok was glad that his song was praised, he jumped on the fox’s face and sang:
- I am a bun, a bun!..
And his fox - ah! - and ate it.
Russian folk tale "Three Bears"
One girl left home for the forest. She got lost in the forest and began to look for the way home, but didn’t find it, but came to a house in the forest.
The door was open: she looked through the door, saw that there was no one in the house, and entered.
Three bears lived in this house.
One bear had a father, his name was Mikhail Ivanovich. He was big and shaggy.
The other was a bear. She was smaller, and her name was Nastasya Petrovna.
The third was a little bear cub, and his name was Mishutka. The bears were not at home, they went for a walk in the forest.
There were two rooms in the house: one was a dining room, the other was a bedroom. The girl entered the dining room and saw three cups of stew on the table. The first cup, very large, was Mikhail Ivanychev's. The second cup, smaller, was Nastasya Petrovnina’s; the third, blue cup was Mishutkina.
Next to each cup lay a spoon: large, medium and small. The girl took the largest spoon and sipped from the largest cup; then she took the middle spoon and sipped from the middle cup; then she took a small spoon and sipped from a blue cup, and Mishutka’s stew seemed to her the best.
The girl wanted to sit down and saw three chairs at the table: one large - Mikhaily Ivanychev, another smaller - Nastasya Petrovnin and the third small, with a blue cushion - Mishutkin. She climbed onto a large chair and fell; then she sat down on the middle chair - it was awkward; then she sat down on a small chair and laughed - it was so good. She took the blue cup onto her lap and began to eat. She ate all the stew and began to rock on her chair.
The chair broke and she fell to the floor. She stood up, picked up the chair and went to another room.
There were three beds there; one large - Mikhaily Ivanycheva, the other medium - Nastasya Petrovna, and the third small - Mishutkina. The girl lay down in the big one - it was too spacious for her; I lay down in the middle - it was too high; She lay down in the small bed - the bed was just right for her, and she fell asleep.
And the bears came home hungry and wanted to have dinner.
The big bear took his cup, looked and roared in a terrible voice: “Who drank in my cup?” Nastasya Petrovna looked at her cup and growled not so loudly:
- Who drank in my cup?
And Mishutka saw his empty cup and squeaked in a thin voice:
- Who sipped in my cup and sipped everything you did?
Mikhailo Ivanovich looked at his chair and growled in a terrible voice:
Nastasya Petrovna looked at her chair and growled less loudly:
- Who was sitting on my chair and moved it from its place?
Mishutka saw his chair and squeaked:
—Who sat on my chair and broke it?
The bears came to another room.
“Who lay in my bed and rumpled it?” - Mikhailo Ivanovich roared in a terrible voice.
“Who lay in my bed and rumpled it?” - Nastasya Petrovna growled not so loudly.
And Mishenka set up a little bench, climbed into his crib and squealed in a thin voice:
-Who went to my bed?..
And suddenly he saw the girl and screamed as if he was being cut:
- Here she is! Hold it! Hold it! Here she is! Ay-yay! Hold it!
He wanted to bite her. The girl opened her eyes, saw the bears and rushed to the window. The window was open, she jumped out the window and ran away. And the bears did not catch up with her.
Russian folk tale "Zayushkina's hut"
Once upon a time there lived a fox and a hare. The fox has an ice hut, and the hare has a bast hut. Here the fox teases the hare:
- My hut is light, and yours is dark! I have a light one, and you have a dark one!
Summer has come, the fox's hut has melted.
The fox asks the hare:
- Let me go, little darling, to your yard!
- No, fox, I won’t let you in: why were you teasing?
The fox began to beg even more. The hare let her into his yard.
The next day the fox asks again:
- Let me, little bunny, onto the porch.
The fox begged and begged, the hare agreed and let the fox onto the porch.
On the third day the fox asks again:
- Let me into the hut, little bunny.
- No, I won’t let you in: why were you teasing?
She begged and begged, the hare let her into the hut. The fox is sitting on the bench, and the bunny is sitting on the stove.
On the fourth day the fox again asks:
- Bunny, bunny, let me come to your stove!
- No, I won’t let you in: why were you teasing?
The fox asked and begged and begged for it - the hare let her go onto the stove.
A day passed, then another - the fox began to chase the hare out of the hut:
- Get out, scythe. I don't want to live with you!
So she kicked me out.
The hare sits and cries, grieves, wiping away his tears with his paws.
Dogs running past:
- Bang, bang, bang! What are you crying about, little bunny?
- How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me and drove me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” the dogs say. “We’ll kick her out.”
- No, don’t kick me out!
- No, we'll kick you out! We approached the hut:
- Bang, bang, bang! Get out, fox! And she told them from the stove:
- As soon as I jump out,
How will I jump out?
There will be shreds
Through the back streets!
The dogs got scared and ran away.
The bunny sits again and cries.
A wolf walks by:
-What are you crying about, little bunny?
- How can I not cry, gray wolf? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me and drove me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the wolf, “I’ll kick her out.”
- No, you won’t kick me out. They chased the dogs, but they didn’t drive them out, and you won’t drive them out.
- No, I'll kick you out.
- Uyyy... Uyyy... Get out, fox!
And she from the stove:
- As soon as I jump out,
How will I jump out?
There will be shreds
Through the back streets!
The wolf got scared and ran away.
Here the hare sits and cries again.
An old bear is coming.
-What are you crying about, little bunny?
- How can I, little bear, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me and drove me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the bear, “I’ll kick her out.”
- No, you won’t kick me out. The dogs chased and chased but didn’t drive him out, the gray wolf chased and chased him but didn’t drive him out. And you won't get kicked out.
- No, I'll kick you out.
The bear went to the hut and growled:
- Rrrrr... rrr... Get out, fox!
And she from the stove:
- As soon as I jump out,
How will I jump out?
There will be shreds
Through the back streets!
The bear got scared and left.
The hare sits again and cries.
A rooster is walking, carrying a scythe.
- Ku-ka-re-ku! Bunny, why are you crying?
- How can I, Petenka, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me and drove me out.
- Don’t worry, bunny, I’m chasing the fox for you.
- No, you won’t kick me out. They chased the dogs but didn’t drive them out, the gray wolf chased them but didn’t drive them out, the old bear chased them and didn’t drive them out. And you won’t even be kicked out.
- No, I'll kick you out.
The rooster went to the hut:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
I'm on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to whip the fox
Get out of the oven, fox!
The fox heard it, got scared and said:
- I'm getting dressed...
Rooster again:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
I'm on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to whip the fox
Get out of the oven, fox!
And the fox says:
- I’m putting on a fur coat...
Rooster for the third time:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
I'm on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to whip the fox
Get out of the oven, fox!
The fox got scared, jumped off the stove and ran.
And the bunny and the rooster began to live and live.
Russian folk tale "Masha and the Bear"
Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a grandmother. They had a granddaughter Mashenka.
Once the girlfriends got together in the forest to pick mushrooms and berries. They came to invite Mashenka with them.
“Grandfather, grandmother,” says Mashenka, “let me go into the forest with my friends!”
Grandfather and grandmother answer:
“Go, just make sure you don’t lag behind your friends, otherwise you’ll get lost.”
The girls came to the forest and began picking mushrooms and berries. Here Mashenka - tree by tree, bush by bush - and went far, far away from her friends.
She started calling around and calling them. But my girlfriends don’t hear, they don’t respond.
Mashenka walked and walked through the forest - she got completely lost.
She came to the very wilderness, to the very thicket. He sees a hut standing there. Mashenka knocked on the door - no answer. She pushed the door, the door opened.
Mashenka entered the hut and sat down on a bench by the window. She sat down and thought:
“Who lives here? Why is no one visible?..”
And in that hut there lived a huge honey. Only he wasn’t at home then: he was walking through the forest. The bear returned in the evening, saw Mashenka, and was delighted.
“Yeah,” he says, “now I won’t let you go!” You will live with me. You will light the stove, you will cook porridge, you will feed me porridge.
Masha pushed, grieved, but nothing could be done. She began to live with the bear in the hut.
The bear goes into the forest for the whole day, and Mashenka is told not to leave the hut without him.
“And if you leave,” he says, “I’ll catch you anyway and then I’ll eat you!”
Mashenka began to think about how she could escape from the leading honey. There are forests all around, he doesn’t know which way to go, there’s no one to ask...
She thought and thought and came up with an idea.
One day a bear comes from the forest, and Mashenka says to him:
“Bear, bear, let me go to the village for a day: I’ll bring gifts for grandma and grandpa.”
“No,” says the bear, “you will get lost in the forest.” Give me some gifts, I'll take them myself!
And that’s exactly what Mashenka needs!
She baked pies, took out a big, big box and said to the bear:
“Here, look: I’ll put the pies in this box, and you take them to grandpa and grandma.” Yes, remember: don’t open the box on the way, don’t take out the pies. I’ll climb up the oak tree and keep an eye on you!
“Okay,” the bear answers, “give me the box!”
Mashenka says:
- Go out onto the porch and see if it’s raining!
As soon as the bear came out onto the porch, Mashenka immediately climbed into the box and placed a dish of pies on her head.
The bear returned and saw that the box was ready. He put him on his back and went to the village.
A bear walks between fir trees, a bear wanders between birch trees, goes down into ravines, and up hills. He walked and walked, got tired and said:
And Mashenka from the box:
- I see, I see!
Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!
“Look, she’s so big-eyed,” says honey, “she sees everything!”
- I’ll sit on a tree stump and eat a pie!
And Mashenka from the box again:
- I see, I see!
Don't sit on the tree stump, don't eat the pie!
Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!
The bear was surprised.
- How cunning she is! He sits high and looks far away!
He got up and walked quickly.
I came to the village, found the house where my grandfather and grandmother lived, and let’s knock on the gate with all our might:
- Knock-knock-knock! Unlock, open! I brought you some gifts from Mashenka.
And the dogs sensed the bear and rushed at him. They run and bark from all the yards.
The bear got scared, put the box at the gate and ran into the forest without looking back.
- What's in the box? - says the grandmother.
And grandfather lifted the lid, looked and couldn’t believe his eyes: Mashenka was sitting in the box, alive and healthy.
Grandfather and grandmother were delighted. They began to hug Mashenka, kiss her, and call her smart.
Russian folk tale "The Wolf and the Little Goats"
Once upon a time there lived a goat with kids. The goat went into the forest to eat silk grass and drink cold water. As soon as he leaves, the kids will lock the hut and won’t go out.
The goat comes back, knocks on the door and sings:
- Little goats, guys!
Open up, open up!
Milk runs along the tray.
From the notch up to the hoof,
From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!
The little goats will unlock the door and let their mother in. She will feed them, give them something to drink and go back into the forest, and the kids will lock themselves up tightly.
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 little goats!
Lean back,
Open up
Your mother has come,
I brought milk.
The hooves are full of water!
The kids answer him:
The wolf has nothing to do. He went to the forge and ordered his throat to be reforged so that he could sing in a thin voice. The blacksmith reforged his throat. The wolf again ran to the hut and hid behind a bush.
Here comes the goat and knocks:
- Little goats, guys!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came and brought milk;
Milk runs down the drain,
From the notch up to the hoof,
From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!
The kids let their mother in and let us tell you how the wolf came and wanted to eat them.
The goat fed and watered the kids and strictly punished them:
“Whoever comes to the hut and asks in a thick voice so that he doesn’t go through everything that I’m chanting to you, don’t open the door, don’t let anyone in.”
As soon as the goat left, the wolf again walked towards the hut, knocked and began to lament in a thin voice:
- Little goats, guys!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came and brought milk;
Milk runs down the drain,
From the notch up to the hoof,
From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!
The kids opened the door, the wolf rushed into the hut and ate all the kids. Only one little goat was buried in the stove.
The goat comes. No matter how much she calls or laments, no one answers her. He sees that the door is open. I ran into the hut - there was no one there. I looked into the oven and found one little goat.
When the goat found out about her misfortune, she sat down on a bench and began to grieve and cry bitterly:
- Oh, my children, little goats!
To which they opened and opened,
Did you get it from the bad wolf?
The wolf heard this, entered the hut and said to the goat:
- Why are you sinning against me, godfather? I didn't eat your kids. Stop grieving, let's go into the forest and take a walk.
They went into the forest, and in the forest there was a hole, and in the hole a fire was burning.
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 the hot pit.
His belly burst from the fire, the kids jumped out of there, all alive, and yes - they jumped to their mother!
And they began to live and live as before.
Russian folk tale "Geese and Swans"
Once upon a time there lived a husband and wife. They had a daughter, Mashenka, and a son, Vanyushka.
Once father and mother gathered in the city and said to Masha:
- Well, daughter, be smart: don’t go anywhere, take care of your brother. And we will bring you some gifts from the market.
So the father and mother left, and Masha sat her brother down on the grass under the window and ran outside to her friends.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, geese-swans swooped in, picked up Vanyushka, put him on their wings and carried him away.
Masha returned, lo and behold, her brother was gone! She gasped, rushed here and there - Vanyushka was nowhere to be seen. She called and called, but her brother did not respond. Masha began to cry, but tears cannot help her grief. It’s her own fault, she must find her brother herself.
Masha ran out into the open field and looked around. He sees geese-swans darting in the distance and disappearing behind the dark forest.
Masha guessed that it was the swan geese that carried her brother away and rushed to catch up with them.
She ran and ran and saw a stove standing in the field. Masha to her:
- Stove, stove, tell me, where did the geese-swans fly?
“Throw some wood at me,” says the stove, “then I’ll tell you!”
Masha quickly chopped some firewood and threw it into the stove.
The stove told me which way to run.
He sees an apple tree, all hung with ruddy apples, its branches bent down to the ground. Masha to her:
- Apple tree, apple tree, tell me, where did the geese-swans fly?
- Shake my apples, otherwise all the branches are bent - it’s hard to stand!
Masha shook the apples, the apple tree raised its branches, and straightened its leaves. Masha showed the way.
- The Milk River - the banks of jelly, where did the swan geese fly?
“A stone fell into me,” the river answers, “it prevents the milk from flowing further.” Move it to the side - then I'll tell you where geese-swans flew.
Masha broke off a large branch and moved the stone. The river began to gurgle and told Masha where to run, where to look for geese and swans.
Masha ran and ran and came running to deep forest. She stood at the edge of the forest and doesn’t know where to go now, what to do. He looks and sees a hedgehog sitting under a tree stump.
“Hedgehog, hedgehog,” asks Masha, “have you seen where the geese and swans are flying?”
Hedgehog says:
- Wherever I swing, there you go too!
He curled up into a ball and rolled between the fir trees and birches. It rolled and rolled and rolled towards the hut on chicken legs.
Masha looks - Baba Yaga is sitting in that hut, spinning yarn. And Vanyushka is playing with golden apples near the porch.
Masha quietly crept up to the hut, grabbed her brother and ran home.
A little later, Baba Yaga looked out the window: the boy was gone! She called to the geese and swans:
- Hurry, geese-swans, fly in pursuit!
The swan geese took off, screamed, and flew.
And Masha runs, carrying her brother, but can’t feel her feet under her. I looked back and saw geese and swans... What should I do? She ran to the milk river - the banks of jelly. And the geese-swans scream, flapping their wings, catching up with her...
“River, river,” Masha asks, “hide us!”
The river planted her and her brother under a steep bank and hid her from the swan geese.
The geese-swans did not see Masha, they flew past.
Masha came out from under the steep bank, thanked the river and ran again.
And the swan geese saw her - they returned and flew towards her. Masha ran up to the apple tree:
- Apple tree, apple tree, hide me!
The apple tree covered it with branches and covered it with leaves. The geese-swans circled and circled, did not find Masha and Vanyushka and flew past.
Masha came out from under the apple tree, thanked her and started running again!
She runs, carrying her brother, and it’s not far from home... Yes, unfortunately, the geese-swans saw her again - and well, after her! They cackle, they fly, they flap their wings right over their heads - and just look, Vanya will be torn out of his hands... It’s good that the stove is nearby. Masha to her:
- Stove, stove, hide me!
The stove hid it and closed it with a damper. The swan geese flew up to the stove, let’s open the damper, but that didn’t happen. They stuck their heads into the chimney, but didn’t get into the stove; they only smeared their wings with soot.
They circled, circled, shouted, shouted, and came up empty-handed, and returned to Baba Yaga...
And Masha and her brother crawled out of the stove and set off home at full speed. She ran home, washed her brother, combed his hair, sat him down on a bench, and sat down next to him.
Soon the father and mother returned from the city and brought gifts.
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You looked at the site category Russians folk tales . Here you will find full list Russian fairy tales from Russian folklore. Long-known and beloved characters from folk tales will greet you here with joy, and once again tell you about their interesting and entertaining adventures.
Russian folk tales are divided into the following groups:
Animal Tales;
Everyday tales.
Heroes of Russian folk tales are often represented by animals. So the wolf always represented a greedy and evil person, a fox a cunning and savvy person, a bear a strong and kind person, and a hare a weak and cowardly person. But the moral of these stories was that you should not put a yoke on even the most evil hero, because there can always be a cowardly hare who can outwit the fox and defeat the wolf.
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Russian folk tales also play an educational role. Good and evil are clearly delineated and give a clear answer to specific situation. For example, Kolobok, who ran away from home, considered himself independent and brave, but a cunning fox got in his way. A child, even the smallest one, will come to the conclusion that he, too, could be in the place of the kolobok.
The Russian folk tale is suitable even for the youngest children. And as the child grows up, there will always be a suitable instructive Russian fairy tale that can give a hint or even an answer to a question that the child cannot yet solve for himself.
Thanks to the beauty of Russian speech Russian folk tales read a pleasure. They store and folk wisdom and light humor, which are skillfully intertwined in the plot of each tale. Reading fairy tales to children is very useful, as it replenishes vocabulary child and helps him in the future to formulate his thoughts correctly and clearly.
There is no doubt that Russian fairy tales will allow adults to plunge into the world of childhood and magical fantasies for many happy minutes. A fairy tale on the wings of a magical firebird will take you into an imaginary world and will more than once make you break away from everyday problems. All fairy tales are presented for review absolutely free of charge.
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Russian folk tale "Teremok"
There is a teremok-teremok in the field.
He is not short, not high, not high.
A small mouse runs past. She saw the tower, stopped and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
Nobody responds.
The mouse entered the little mansion and began to live in it.
A frog-frog galloped up to the mansion and asked:
- I, little mouse! Who are you?
- And I'm a frog.
- Come live with me!
The frog jumped into the tower. The two of them began to live together.
A runaway bunny runs past. He stopped and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house? Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse!
- I, frog-frog. Who are you?
- And I’m a runaway bunny.
- Come live with us!
The hare hops into the tower! The three of them began to live together.
The little fox-sister is coming. She knocked on the window and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse.
- I, frog-frog.
- Me, the runaway bunny. Who are you?
- And I am a fox-sister.
- Come live with us!
The fox climbed into the mansion. The four of them began to live together.
A top came running - a gray barrel, looked at the door and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse.
- I, frog-frog.
- Me, the runaway bunny.
- Me, little fox-sister. Who are you?
- And I am a top - a gray barrel.
- Come live with us!
The wolf climbed into the mansion. The five of them began to live together.
Here they are all living in a little house, singing songs.
Suddenly a clubfoot bear walks past. The bear saw the tower, heard the songs, stopped and roared at the top of his lungs:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse.
- I, frog-frog.
- Me, the runaway bunny.
- Me, little fox-sister.
- I, the top - the gray barrel. Who are you?
- And I’m a clumsy bear.
- Come live with us!
The bear climbed into the tower.
He climbed, climbed, climbed, couldn’t get in and said:
“I’d rather live on your roof.”
- Yes, you will crush us!
- No, I won’t crush you.
- Well, climb up! The bear climbed onto the roof.
Just sat down - fuck! - crushed the tower. The tower crackled, fell on its side and completely fell apart.
We barely managed to jump out of it:
little mouse,
frog frog,
runaway bunny,
fox-sister,
top - gray barrel, all safe and sound.
They began to carry logs, saw boards, and build a new mansion. They built it better than before!
Russian folk tale "Kolobok"
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. So the old man asks:
- Bake me a bun for me, old lady.
- What should I bake it from? There is no flour.
- Eh, old woman! Mark the barn, scrape the branches, and you'll get it.
The old woman did just that: she swept it out, scraped two handfuls of flour, kneaded the dough with sour cream, rolled it into a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to dry.
The bun got tired of lying: he rolled from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor - and to the door, jumping over the threshold into the hallway, from the hallway to the porch, from the porch to the yard, and then beyond the gate, further and further.
The bun is rolling along the road, and a hare meets it:
- No, don’t eat me, scythe, but rather listen to what song I’ll sing for you.
The hare raised his ears, and the bun sang:
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scraped by the bones,
Mixed with sour cream,
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
From you, hare,
It's not smart to leave.
A bun rolls along a path in the forest, and a gray wolf meets him:
- Kolobok, Kolobok! I'll eat you!
“Don’t eat me, gray wolf, I’ll sing you a song.”
And the bun sang:
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scraped by the bones,
Mixed with sour cream,
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare.
From you, wolf,
The bun is rolling through the forest, and a bear comes towards it, breaking brushwood, bending bushes to the ground.
- Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you!
- Well, where can you, clubfoot, eat me! Better listen to my song.
The gingerbread man began to sing, but Misha and his ears were barely able to sing.
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scraped by the bones,
Mixed with sour cream.
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare
I left the wolf
From you, bear,
Half-heartedly to leave.
And the bun rolled - the bear just looked after it.
The bun is rolling, and the fox meets it: “Hello, bun!” How handsome and rosy you are!
Kolobok is glad that he was praised and sang his song, and the fox listens and creeps closer and closer.
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scraped by the bones,
Mixed with sour cream.
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare
I left the wolf
Left the bear
From you, fox,
It's not smart to leave.
- Nice song! - said the fox. “The trouble is, my dear, that I’ve become old—I can’t hear well.” Sit on my face and sing it one more time.
Kolobok was glad that his song was praised, he jumped on the fox’s face and sang:
- I am a bun, a bun!..
And his fox - ah! - and ate it.
Russian folk tale "Three Bears"
One girl left home for the forest. She got lost in the forest and began to look for the way home, but didn’t find it, but came to a house in the forest.
The door was open: she looked through the door, saw that there was no one in the house, and entered.
Three bears lived in this house.
One bear had a father, his name was Mikhail Ivanovich. He was big and shaggy.
The other was a bear. She was smaller, and her name was Nastasya Petrovna.
The third was a little bear cub, and his name was Mishutka. The bears were not at home, they went for a walk in the forest.
There were two rooms in the house: one was a dining room, the other was a bedroom. The girl entered the dining room and saw three cups of stew on the table. The first cup, very large, was Mikhail Ivanychev's. The second cup, smaller, was Nastasya Petrovnina’s; the third, blue cup was Mishutkina.
Next to each cup lay a spoon: large, medium and small. The girl took the largest spoon and sipped from the largest cup; then she took the middle spoon and sipped from the middle cup; then she took a small spoon and sipped from a blue cup, and Mishutka’s stew seemed to her the best.
The girl wanted to sit down and saw three chairs at the table: one large - Mikhaily Ivanychev, another smaller - Nastasya Petrovnin and the third small, with a blue cushion - Mishutkin. She climbed onto a large chair and fell; then she sat down on the middle chair - it was awkward; then she sat down on a small chair and laughed - it was so good. She took the blue cup onto her lap and began to eat. She ate all the stew and began to rock on her chair.
The chair broke and she fell to the floor. She stood up, picked up the chair and went to another room.
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There were three beds there; one large - Mikhaily Ivanycheva, the other medium - Nastasya Petrovna, and the third small - Mishutkina. The girl lay down in the big one - it was too spacious for her; I lay down in the middle - it was too high; She lay down in the small bed - the bed was just right for her, and she fell asleep.
And the bears came home hungry and wanted to have dinner.
The big bear took his cup, looked and roared in a terrible voice: “Who drank in my cup?” Nastasya Petrovna looked at her cup and growled not so loudly:
- Who drank in my cup?
And Mishutka saw his empty cup and squeaked in a thin voice:
- Who sipped in my cup and sipped everything you did?
Mikhailo Ivanovich looked at his chair and growled in a terrible voice:
Nastasya Petrovna looked at her chair and growled less loudly:
- Who was sitting on my chair and moved it from its place?
Mishutka saw his chair and squeaked:
—Who sat on my chair and broke it?
The bears came to another room.
“Who lay in my bed and rumpled it?” - Mikhailo Ivanovich roared in a terrible voice.
“Who lay in my bed and rumpled it?” - Nastasya Petrovna growled not so loudly.
And Mishenka set up a little bench, climbed into his crib and squealed in a thin voice:
-Who went to my bed?..
And suddenly he saw the girl and screamed as if he was being cut:
- Here she is! Hold it! Hold it! Here she is! Ay-yay! Hold it!
He wanted to bite her. The girl opened her eyes, saw the bears and rushed to the window. The window was open, she jumped out the window and ran away. And the bears did not catch up with her.
Russian folk tale "Zayushkina's hut"
Once upon a time there lived a fox and a hare. The fox has an ice hut, and the hare has a bast hut. Here the fox teases the hare:
- My hut is light, and yours is dark! I have a light one, and you have a dark one!
Summer has come, the fox's hut has melted.
The fox asks the hare:
- Let me go, little darling, to your yard!
- No, fox, I won’t let you in: why were you teasing?
The fox began to beg even more. The hare let her into his yard.
The next day the fox asks again:
- Let me, little bunny, onto the porch.
The fox begged and begged, the hare agreed and let the fox onto the porch.
On the third day the fox asks again:
- Let me into the hut, little bunny.
- No, I won’t let you in: why were you teasing?
She begged and begged, the hare let her into the hut. The fox is sitting on the bench, and the bunny is sitting on the stove.
On the fourth day the fox again asks:
- Bunny, bunny, let me come to your stove!
- No, I won’t let you in: why were you teasing?
The fox begged and begged and begged for it - the hare let her go onto the stove.
A day passed, then another - the fox began to chase the hare out of the hut:
- Get out, scythe. I don't want to live with you!
So she kicked me out.
The hare sits and cries, grieves, wiping away his tears with his paws.
Dogs running past:
- Bang, bang, bang! What are you crying about, little bunny?
- How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me and drove me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” the dogs say. “We’ll kick her out.”
- No, don’t kick me out!
- No, we'll kick you out! We approached the hut:
- Bang, bang, bang! Get out, fox! And she told them from the stove:
- As soon as I jump out,
How will I jump out?
There will be shreds
Through the back streets!
The dogs got scared and ran away.
The bunny sits again and cries.
A wolf walks by:
-What are you crying about, little bunny?
- How can I not cry, gray wolf? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me and drove me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the wolf, “I’ll kick her out.”
- No, you won’t kick me out. They chased the dogs, but they didn’t drive them out, and you won’t drive them out.
- No, I'll kick you out.
- Uyyy... Uyyy... Get out, fox!
And she from the stove:
- As soon as I jump out,
How will I jump out?
There will be shreds
Through the back streets!
The wolf got scared and ran away.
Here the hare sits and cries again.
An old bear is coming.
-What are you crying about, little bunny?
- How can I, little bear, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me and drove me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the bear, “I’ll kick her out.”
- No, you won’t kick me out. The dogs chased and chased but didn’t drive him out, the gray wolf chased and chased him but didn’t drive him out. And you won't get kicked out.
- No, I'll kick you out.
The bear went to the hut and growled:
- Rrrrr... rrr... Get out, fox!
And she from the stove:
- As soon as I jump out,
How will I jump out?
There will be shreds
Through the back streets!
The bear got scared and left.
The hare sits again and cries.
A rooster is walking, carrying a scythe.
- Ku-ka-re-ku! Bunny, why are you crying?
- How can I, Petenka, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me and drove me out.
- Don’t worry, bunny, I’m chasing the fox for you.
- No, you won’t kick me out. They chased the dogs but didn’t drive them out, the gray wolf chased them but didn’t drive them out, the old bear chased them and didn’t drive them out. And you won’t even be kicked out.
- No, I'll kick you out.
The rooster went to the hut:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
I'm on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to whip the fox
Get out of the oven, fox!
The fox heard it, got scared and said:
- I'm getting dressed...
Rooster again:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
I'm on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to whip the fox
Get out of the oven, fox!
And the fox says:
- I’m putting on a fur coat...
Rooster for the third time:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
I'm on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to whip the fox
Get out of the oven, fox!
The fox got scared, jumped off the stove and ran.
And the bunny and the rooster began to live and live.
Russian folk tale "Masha and the Bear"
Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a grandmother. They had a granddaughter Mashenka.
Once the girlfriends got together in the forest to pick mushrooms and berries. They came to invite Mashenka with them.
“Grandfather, grandmother,” says Mashenka, “let me go into the forest with my friends!”
Grandfather and grandmother answer:
“Go, just make sure you don’t lag behind your friends, otherwise you’ll get lost.”
The girls came to the forest and began picking mushrooms and berries. Here Mashenka - tree by tree, bush by bush - and went far, far away from her friends.
She started calling around and calling them. But my girlfriends don’t hear, they don’t respond.
Mashenka walked and walked through the forest - she got completely lost.
She came to the very wilderness, to the very thicket. He sees a hut standing there. Mashenka knocked on the door - no answer. She pushed the door, the door opened.
Mashenka entered the hut and sat down on a bench by the window. She sat down and thought:
“Who lives here? Why is no one visible?..”
And in that hut there lived a huge honey. Only he wasn’t at home then: he was walking through the forest. The bear returned in the evening, saw Mashenka, and was delighted.
“Yeah,” he says, “now I won’t let you go!” You will live with me. You will light the stove, you will cook porridge, you will feed me porridge.
Masha pushed, grieved, but nothing could be done. She began to live with the bear in the hut.
The bear goes into the forest for the whole day, and Mashenka is told not to leave the hut without him.
“And if you leave,” he says, “I’ll catch you anyway and then I’ll eat you!”
Mashenka began to think about how she could escape from the leading honey. There are forests all around, he doesn’t know which way to go, there’s no one to ask...
She thought and thought and came up with an idea.
One day a bear comes from the forest, and Mashenka says to him:
“Bear, bear, let me go to the village for a day: I’ll bring gifts for grandma and grandpa.”
“No,” says the bear, “you will get lost in the forest.” Give me some gifts, I'll take them myself!
And that’s exactly what Mashenka needs!
She baked pies, took out a big, big box and said to the bear:
“Here, look: I’ll put the pies in this box, and you take them to grandpa and grandma.” Yes, remember: don’t open the box on the way, don’t take out the pies. I’ll climb up the oak tree and keep an eye on you!
“Okay,” the bear answers, “give me the box!”
Mashenka says:
- Go out onto the porch and see if it’s raining!
As soon as the bear came out onto the porch, Mashenka immediately climbed into the box and placed a dish of pies on her head.
The bear returned and saw that the box was ready. He put him on his back and went to the village.
A bear walks between fir trees, a bear wanders between birch trees, goes down into ravines, and up hills. He walked and walked, got tired and said:
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And Mashenka from the box:
- I see, I see!
Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!
“Look, she’s so big-eyed,” says honey, “she sees everything!”
- I’ll sit on a tree stump and eat a pie!
And Mashenka from the box again:
- I see, I see!
Don't sit on the tree stump, don't eat the pie!
Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!
The bear was surprised.
- How cunning she is! He sits high and looks far away!
He got up and walked quickly.
I came to the village, found the house where my grandfather and grandmother lived, and let’s knock on the gate with all our might:
- Knock-knock-knock! Unlock, open! I brought you some gifts from Mashenka.
And the dogs sensed the bear and rushed at him. They run and bark from all the yards.
The bear got scared, put the box at the gate and ran into the forest without looking back.
- What's in the box? - says the grandmother.
And grandfather lifted the lid, looked and couldn’t believe his eyes: Mashenka was sitting in the box, alive and healthy.
Grandfather and grandmother were delighted. They began to hug Mashenka, kiss her, and call her smart.
Russian folk tale "The Wolf and the Little Goats"
Once upon a time there lived a goat with kids. The goat went into the forest to eat silk grass and drink cold water. As soon as he leaves, the kids will lock the hut and won’t go out.
The goat comes back, knocks on the door and sings:
- Little goats, guys!
Open up, open up!
Milk runs along the tray.
From the notch up to the hoof,
From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!
The little goats will unlock the door and let their mother in. She will feed them, give them something to drink and go back into the forest, and the kids will lock themselves up tightly.
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 little goats!
Lean back,
Open up
Your mother has come,
I brought milk.
The hooves are full of water!
The kids answer him:
The wolf has nothing to do. He went to the forge and ordered his throat to be reforged so that he could sing in a thin voice. The blacksmith reforged his throat. The wolf again ran to the hut and hid behind a bush.
Here comes the goat and knocks:
- Little goats, guys!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came and brought milk;
Milk runs down the drain,
From the notch up to the hoof,
From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!
The kids let their mother in and let us tell you how the wolf came and wanted to eat them.
The goat fed and watered the kids and strictly punished them:
“Whoever comes to the hut and asks in a thick voice so that he doesn’t go through everything that I’m chanting to you, don’t open the door, don’t let anyone in.”
As soon as the goat left, the wolf again walked towards the hut, knocked and began to lament in a thin voice:
- Little goats, guys!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came and brought milk;
Milk runs down the drain,
From the notch up to the hoof,
From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!
The kids opened the door, the wolf rushed into the hut and ate all the kids. Only one little goat was buried in the stove.
The goat comes. No matter how much she calls or laments, no one answers her. He sees that the door is open. I ran into the hut - there was no one there. I looked into the oven and found one little goat.
When the goat found out about her misfortune, she sat down on the bench and began to grieve and cry bitterly:
- Oh, my children, little goats!
To which they opened and opened,
Did you get it from the bad wolf?
The wolf heard this, entered the hut and said to the goat:
- Why are you sinning against me, godfather? I didn't eat your kids. Stop grieving, let's go into the forest and take a walk.
They went into the forest, and in the forest there was a hole, and in the hole a fire was burning.
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 the hot pit.
His belly burst from the fire, the kids jumped out of there, all alive, and yes - they jumped to their mother!
And they began to live and live as before.
Fairy tales - poetic stories about extraordinary events and adventures, featuring fictional characters. In modern Russian, the concept of the word “fairy tale” has acquired its meaning since the 17th century. Until that point, the word "fable" was supposedly used in this meaning.
One of the main features of a fairy tale is that it is always based on an invented story, with happy ending, where good conquers evil. The stories contain a certain hint that enables the child to learn to recognize good and evil and to comprehend life through clear examples.
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Reading fairy tales is one of the main and important stages on your child's path to life. Various stories make it clear that the world around us is quite contradictory and unpredictable. By listening to stories about the adventures of the main characters, children learn to value love, honesty, friendship and kindness.
Reading fairy tales is useful not only for children. Having grown up, we forget that in the end good always triumphs over evil, that all adversity is nothing, and a beautiful princess is waiting for her prince on a white horse. Give a little good mood and plunge into fairy world simple enough!
