It is necessary to educate and support children's love for books from early childhood. By the age of two, the child already begins to understand the meaning simple and short fairy tales with a simple plot.
quality illustrations very important for reading comprehension. With the help of pictures, the child builds a plot sequence for himself and better perceives the text. We tried to find illustrations from the best artists in order to develop the artistic taste of the baby from early childhood and instill a love of reading. In addition, fairy tales help the baby open the mind and increase lexicon.
fairy tales for children 1-2-3 years old read
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In the sweet carrot forest
Kozlov S.G. 
A fairy tale about what forest animals love most of all. And one day everything happened as they dreamed. In the sweet carrot forest, the Hare loved carrots most of all to read. He said: - I would like that in the forest ...
Magic herb St. John's wort
Kozlov S.G. 
A fairy tale about how the Hedgehog and the Bear cub looked at the flowers in the meadow. Then they saw a flower they didn't know, and they got to know each other. It was St. John's wort. Magic weed St. John's wort read It was a sunny summer day. Do you want me to give you something...
green bird
Kozlov S.G. 
A fairy tale about a Crocodile who really wanted to fly. And then one day he dreamed that he turned into a big green bird with wide wings. He flew over the land and over the sea and talked to different animals. Green …
How to catch a cloud
Kozlov S.G. 
A fairy tale about how the Hedgehog and the Bear Cub went fishing in the fall, but instead of fish, the moon pecked at them, then the stars. And in the morning they pulled the sun out of the river. How to catch a cloud to read When the time has come ...
Prisoner of the Caucasus
Tolstoy L.N. 
A story about two officers who served in the Caucasus and were captured by the Tatars. The Tatars told their relatives to write letters demanding a ransom. Zhilin was from a poor family, there was no one to pay the ransom for him. But he was strong...
How much land does a person need
Tolstoy L.N. 
The story about the peasant Pakhom, who dreamed that he would have a lot of land, then the devil himself is not afraid of him. He had the opportunity to buy cheaply as much land as he could get around before sunset. Wanting to have more...
Jacob's dog
Tolstoy L.N. 
A story about a brother and sister who lived near the forest. They had a shaggy dog. Once they went into the forest without permission and were attacked by a wolf. But the dog fought the wolf and saved the children. Dog …
Tolstoy L.N. 
A story about an elephant who stepped on his master for mistreating him. The wife was in grief. The elephant put the eldest son on his back and began to work hard for him. Elephant read...
What is everyone's favorite holiday? Of course, New Year! On this magical night, a miracle descends to earth, everything sparkles with lights, laughter is heard, and Santa Claus brings long-awaited gifts. A huge number of poems are dedicated to the New Year. IN …
In this section of the site you will find a selection of poems about the main wizard and friend of all children - Santa Claus. Many poems have been written about the kind grandfather, but we have selected the most suitable for children aged 5,6,7. Poems about...
Winter has come, and with it fluffy snow, blizzards, patterns on the windows, frosty air. The guys rejoice at the white flakes of snow, get skates and sleds from the far corners. Work is in full swing in the yard: they are building a snow fortress, an ice hill, sculpting ...
A selection of short and memorable poems about winter and the New Year, Santa Claus, snowflakes, a Christmas tree for the younger group of kindergarten. Read and learn short poems with children 3-4 years old for matinees and New Year's holidays. Here …
Fairy tale, fairy tale - a joke,
Telling her is not a joke
To fairy tale first
Like a river murmured
So that in the end neither old nor small
She didn't fall asleep.
Russian folk tale "The Cockerel and the Bean Seed"
There lived a cockerel and a hen. The cockerel was in a hurry, everything was in a hurry, and the hen, you know, says to yourself:
- Petya, don't be in a hurry. Petya, don't rush.
Once a cockerel was pecking at bean seeds and in a hurry and choked. He choked, did not breathe, did not hear, as if the dead were lying.
The chicken was frightened, rushed to the hostess, shouting:
- Oh, hostess, give butter as soon as possible, grease the cockerel's neck: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
- Run quickly to the cow, ask her for milk, and I'll already beat the butter.
The hen rushed to the cow.
- Cow, my dear, give me milk as soon as possible, the hostess will knock butter out of milk, I will grease the neck of the cockerel with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
- Go to your master. Let him bring me fresh grass.
The chicken runs to the owner.
- Master, master! Hurry, give the cow fresh grass, the cow will give milk, the hostess will knock butter out of the milk, I will grease the neck of the cockerel with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
- Run quickly to the blacksmith for a scythe.
The hen rushed with all its might to the blacksmith.
- Blacksmith, blacksmith, give the owner a good scythe. The owner will give grass to the cow, the cow will give milk, the hostess will give me butter, I will grease the neck of the cockerel: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
The blacksmith gave the owner a new scythe, the owner gave the cow fresh grass, the cow gave milk, the hostess churned butter, gave butter to the hen.
The chicken smeared the neck of the cockerel. The bean seed slipped through. The cockerel jumped up and screamed at the top of his lungs:
— Ku-ka-re-ku!
Issues for discussion
Tell me, what was the cockerel. Why did a cockerel choke on a bean seed?
Why did the hen ask the hostess for butter? How could the cockerel be helped with oil?
Why then did the hen run to the cow? Do you know how butter is made and why it is called that?
What did the owner say to the chicken? Why was it necessary to run to the blacksmith?
How did the chicken explain to the blacksmith why she needed a scythe? Repeat after me: "The owner will give the cow ..., the cow will give ..., from the milk of the hostess ..., I will butter ... "
What do you think, what chicken is in the fairy tale? Choose the words that would fit her: caring, affectionate, attentive, kind, beautiful, white.
Russian folk tale "Rooster and dog"
An old man lived with an old woman, and they lived in great poverty. All they had was only a rooster and a dog, and even those they were poorly fed.
Here the dog says to the rooster: "Come on, brother Petka, let's go to the forest: life here is bad for us." “Let’s go,” says the rooster, “it won’t get worse.”
So they went where their eyes look: they wandered all day; it began to get dark - it's time to pester for the night. They went off the road into the forest and chose a large hollow tree. The rooster flew up on the bough, the dog climbed into the hollow and fell asleep.
In the morning, just as the dawn began to break, the rooster crowed: “Ku-ka-re-ku!”
Heard a rooster fox.
She wanted to eat rooster meat.
So she went up to the tree and began to praise the rooster:
"Here's a cock, so a cock!" I have never seen such a bird: and what beautiful feathers, and what a red crest, and what a sonorous voice! Fly to me, handsome!
- And for what business? the rooster asks.
- Let's go to visit me: today I have a housewarming party, and a lot of peas are in store for you.
“All right,” says the rooster, “only I can’t go alone: a comrade is with me.
“What happiness has come! the fox thought. “There will be two roosters instead of one.”
- Where is your friend? she asks. - I'll invite him over.
“He spends the night there, in a hollow,” replies the rooster.
The fox rushed into the hollow, and her dog by the muzzle - tsap! .. Caught and tore the fox.
Who had a rooster and a dog? Why did they decide to go into the forest?
Where did the rooster and the dog spend the night?
When did the fox hear the rooster?
Why did the fox praise the rooster? How did she praise the rooster, what words did she say to him, in what voice? Is she saying that because she's kind or because she's sly? What does she want? Try to praise the rooster in the same flattering, affectionate voice.
Did the cock believe the flattering words of the fox? What did he answer her?
How did the fairy tale end? Do you feel sorry for the fox?
Tell me, what kind of fox is in the fairy tale: cunning (wants to deceive to eat a cockerel), flattering (speaks in an insinuating, flattering voice), greedy (rejoices that he will eat two roosters)?
Russian folk tale "The Cat and the Rooster"
There lived an old woman, she had a cow, a cat and a cockerel. The old woman milked the cow, gave milk to the cat, and sprinkled grain on the cockerel - eat as much as you like.
The cat and the cockerel lived well, but they couldn’t stand it ... The cat licked the sour cream, and the cockerel climbed into the garden, tore all the ridges.
The old woman saw, thrashed the cat, and drove the rooster out of the garden with a twig.
Offended by a cat and a rooster:
- We don’t want to live with the old woman: let’s go to the forest, set up a hut and begin to celebrate.
We agreed. The cat went first. He did everything: he set up the hut, laid down the stove.
What is the little animal, such is the hut: the doors are propped up with a straw.
The cat comes for the rooster:
“Let’s go, brother Petya, everything is ready, and the stove is stowed, only we need to chop firewood.”
Send a cat with a rooster. Everything went around and inspected. A good hut for a cat is folded, and a stove is also good. We spent the night on an unheated place - there was no firewood. The next morning, the cat says to the cockerel:
“I’ll go, Petya, to chop wood, and you sit on the stove, don’t look out: the fox lives not far away - it wouldn’t steal you.”
The cat is gone. He blocked the door with a straw, but the rooster remained on the stove.
He sits. Bored cockerel. And the fox is right there. She sat down under the window and sang:
- cockerel, cockerel,
Petya is a red comb!
butter head,
silk beard,
That you get up early
What are you singing loudly
Can't you let us all sleep?
And Petka on the stove:
— Ko-ko-ko! Ko-ko-ko!
I'm not afraid of anyone!
When I want, then I sing!
Do you care?!
He jumped off the stove, spread his wings, wants to fight with the fox. And the fox is back. The cock to the door ... The door is locked ... He is at the window:
— Ko-ko-ko! Ko-ko-ko!
I'm not afraid of anyone!
When I want, then I sing!
Do you care?!
A rooster leaned out of the window, and the fox threw him by the head, by the silk beard, onto his back and into the forest and dragged him.
Cockerel cries, cries:
— Kitty-cat,
Dear brother!
The fox carries me
In the dark forests
On tangled roads
On curved turns
For the bushes
Because of the kittens
Behind the gray stones
Wants to eat me!
The cat heard ... The cat came running ... The back is an arch, the tail is a pipe, the eyes are burning, the claws are out ... Well, scratch the fox!
The fox beat, the fox fluttered ... She fought, fought, but the cockerel let go.
The cockerel cat picked up and ran home. He came running, says to the cockerel:
“Why didn’t you endure it, why did you poke your nose at the fox?” Well, I ran, otherwise you would have died.
The next morning the cat is going to chop wood again. Cockerel punishes:
- Look, Petya, be patient, do not respond to the fox. Sit on the stove, cover yourself with a wing.
- Okay, kitty! Okay, brother! I will endure, sit on the stove.
The cat is gone. He put two straws on the door. And the cockerel is sitting on the stove, hiding with its wing. Sitting does not move. And the fox is right there. Sitting under the window, he sings the same song:
- Rooster, rooster.
Petya is a red comb!
butter head,
silk beard,
That you get up early
What are you singing loudly
Can't you let us all sleep?
Tolerates a cockerel. Sitting on the stove, quietly saying:
— Ko-ko-ko! Ko-ko-ko!
I'm not afraid of anyone!
When I want, then I sing!
Do you care?!
And the fox is all his own, but louder and more fervent.
The cockerel could not stand the insult, jumped off the stove, spread its wings, yelled at the top of its voice:
— Ko-ko-ko! Ko-ko-ko!
I'm not afraid of anyone!
When I want, then I sing!
Who cares?!
Yes, to the window, but with a fox in a fight. And his fox by the head, by the silk beard. I threw it on my back - and run into the forest.
— Kitty-cat,
Dear brother!
The fox carries me
In the dark forests
On tangled roads
On curved turns
For the bushes
Because of the kittens
Behind the gray stones.
Wants to eat me!
The cat heard... The cat came running... The back is arched, the tail is a pipe, the eyes are burning, the claws are out! Well, scratch the fox!
The fox fought, fought, and the cockerel let go. The cockerel cat picked it up - yes home.
He ran, he says to the rooster:
Why didn't you endure it? Well, I heard and ran, otherwise death would be for you.
In the morning the cat takes an ax, he is going to chop wood, he punishes the cockerel:
- Look, Petya, be patient. Lisa don't answer. Sit on the stove, bury your nose in a corner, close your eyes, cover yourself with a wing.
- Okay, kitty. Okay, brother. I will endure, sit on the stove, look into the corner.
The cat is gone. The door was closed with three straws.
The cockerel sits on the stove, with its toe in the corner, closes the peephole and takes cover with its wing. And the fox is right there. He sits under the window and says loudly:
- Rooster, rooster!
Petya is a red comb!
butter head,
silk beard,
That you get up early
What are you singing loudly
Can't you let us all sleep?
And the cockerel on the stove presses its head, does not listen. The fox sings more, the cockerel teases. I can’t wait for the cockerel, muttering softly under the wing:
— Ko-ko-ko! Ko-ko-ko!
I'm not afraid of anyone!
When I want, then I sing!
Do you care?!
The fox teases the cockerel more than ever. The cockerel stuck its head out from under the wing, says louder:
— Ko-ko-ko! Ko-ko-ko!
I'm not afraid of anyone!
When I want, then I sing!
Who cares?!
Oh, can't wait for the rooster! He jumped up on the bench, from the bench to the white floor, runs to the doors, the doors are locked. Cockerel to the window, yelling, yelling at the top of his lungs:
— Ko-ko-ko! Ko-ko-ko!
I'm not afraid of anyone!
When I want, then I sing!
Who cares?!
Yes, with a fox in a fight. And the fox grabbed him by the head, by the silk beard, threw him on his back, and dragged him into the forest. The cockerel screamed, the cockerel called the cat. And the cat-brother was far away, did not hear anything.
The cat came home from work, but the cockerel is not in the hut. The cat grieved, grieved and went to rescue the rooster. The cat bought himself a caftan, red boots, a hat, a bag and a harp; dressed up as a harpist, went to the fox's hut and sang:
- Stren-bullshit, guselki,
Golden strings!
Is Lisafya at home
With your kids:
One son Terentyushka,
Another Melentyushka,
The third Alyoshka-boy,
One daughter Scarecrow,
Another Half-Duck,
Third Sweep-Six,
Fourth Give-Shuttle.
The fox sent a rooster to see who was singing there. The cockerel came out. When I saw the cat, I almost shouted with joy: “Ku-ka-re-ku!”
The cockerel cat picked it up - and ran home to the old woman. The old woman saw a cat and a rooster, she was delighted. She milked the cow, she pumped milk to the cat. The cat ate, got drunk, jumped up on the stove, clenched his paws, sang a song, purred ... Yes, go, and to this day he sits, sings, squints his eyes ...
Questions to discuss with children
How did the cat and the rooster live with the old woman? Why did they leave her? Where did they start to live?
What did the cat punish the rooster when he went to the forest for firewood?
What did the cockerel do when he heard the song of the fox, what did he answer to her? Did the rooster follow the cat's orders? How did he have to behave so that the fox would not drag him away?
What happened next? The cat saved the rooster?
Did the cockerel listen to the advice of the cat, could he endure the insult from the fox when she came a second time and sat under the window?
Could the cockerel escape the fox for the third time? Why did this happen? What do you think, what kind of cockerel: patient, calm, restrained, reasonable or touchy, hot, unrestrained?
Tell me what happened after the fox dragged the rooster. Why did the cat go to rescue the rooster? Do you think he can be called a true friend? Let's tell together what kind of cat is in the fairy tale (bold, loyal, devoted).
How did the fairy tale end? What did the old woman do when she saw a cat with a rooster? Did she forgive them?
Russian folk tale "The Fox and the Jug"
A woman went out to the field to reap and hid a jug of milk behind the bushes. The fox crept up to the jug, stuck its head into it, lapped up milk; it’s time to go home, but the trouble is that he can’t pull his head out of the jug. The fox walks, shakes his head and says: “Well, jug, he was joking, and it will be - let me go, jug! It’s enough for you, my dear, to indulge - you played and it’s full!
The jug does not lag behind, even though you want it. The fox got angry: “Wait, you damned one, do not lag behind with honor, so I will drown you.”
The fox ran to the river and let's heat the jug. The jug sank to drown, and pulled the fox along with it.
Questions to discuss with children
Do you know what a pitcher is? What is stored in it? What is it made of?
Tell me how the fox's head ended up in the jug.
How did the fox first persuade the jug when she could not get her head out of it? What did the fox say to the jug when he got angry?
Why did the fox decide to drown the jug?
How did the fairy tale end? Where did the fox go?
Which fox in this tale: cunning or stupid?
Russian folk tale "Crow"
Once upon a time there was a crow, and she lived not alone, but with nannies, mothers, with small children, with near and far neighbors. Birds flew in from overseas, large and small, geese and swans, birds and birdies, built nests in the mountains, in the valleys, in the forests, in the meadows and laid eggs.
A crow noticed this and, well, offend migratory birds, carry their testicles!
An owl flew and saw that a crow offends large and small birds, carrying testicles.
“Wait,” he says, “you worthless crow, we will find a trial and punishment for you!”
And he flew far away, into the stone mountains, to the gray eagle. Arrived and asks:
- Father gray eagle, give us your righteous judgment on the offender-crow! From it there is no life for either small or large birds: it ruins our nests, steals cubs, drags eggs and feeds its crows with them!
The eagle shook his gray head and sent for the crow a light, lesser ambassador - a sparrow. The sparrow fluttered up and flew after the crow. She was about to make excuses, but all the bird's strength rose up on her, all the birds, and, well, pinching, pecking, driving to the eagle for judgment. There was nothing to do - she croaked and flew away, and all the birds took off and rushed after her.
So they flew to the eagle's dwelling, and settled him, and the crow stands in the middle and pulls himself in front of the eagle, preens.
And the eagle began to interrogate the crow:
“They say about you, crow, that you open your mouth at someone else’s good, that you carry cubs from large and small birds and carry eggs!”
- It's a slander, father, a gray eagle, a slander, I'm only picking up shells!
- Another complaint about you reaches me that as soon as a peasant comes out to sow arable land, so you get up with all your crows and, well, peck the seeds!
- A slander, father gray eagle, a slander! With my girlfriends, with small children, with children, households, I only carry worms from fresh arable land!
“And people are crying at you everywhere, that as soon as bread is burned and sheaves are put in shocks, then you will fly in with all your crows and let's be mischievous, stir up sheaves and break shocks!”
- A slander, father gray eagle, a slander! We help this for the sake of a good deed - we disassemble the shocks, we give access to the sun and the wind so that the bread does not germinate and the grain dries out!
The eagle got angry at the old liar-crow, ordered her to be planted in prison, in a lattice tower, for iron bolts, for damask locks. There she sits to this day!
Questions to discuss with children
Do you know what birds are called migratory? Where do they fly from?
Do you know how bread grows? When the grain ears grow, what do they do with them?
What did the crow do when migratory birds flew in from overseas? How did she offend them?
Why did all the birds chase the crow to the court to the gray eagle?
The eagle asked: “Is it true that the crow steals eggs from other birds?” What did the crow say?
The eagle asked: “Is it true that the crow pecks at the peasant the seeds sown in the field?” What did the crow say?
Russian folk tale "Geese-swans"
There lived a man and a woman. They had a daughter and a little son.
“Daughter,” said the mother, “we will go to work, take care of your brother!” Don't leave the yard, be smart - we'll buy you a handkerchief.
The father and mother left, and the daughter forgot what she was ordered to: she put her brother on the grass under the window, she ran out into the street, played, took a walk.
Geese-swans flew in, picked up the boy, carried away on wings.
The girl returned, looking - there is no brother! She gasped, rushed back and forth - no!
She called him, burst into tears, lamented that it would be bad from her father and mother, but her brother did not respond.
She ran out into an open field and only saw: geese-swans darted in the distance and disappeared behind a dark forest. Then she guessed that they had taken her brother away: there had long been a bad reputation about swan geese - that they were fooling around, they carried away small children.
The girl rushed to catch up with them. She ran, she ran, she saw - there was a stove.
- Stove, stove, tell me, where did the swan geese fly to?
The stove replies:
- Eat my rye pie - I'll tell you.
- I'll eat a rye pie! My father doesn't even eat wheat...
- Apple tree, apple tree, tell me, where did the swan geese fly to?
- Eat my forest apple - I will say.
“My father doesn’t even eat garden ones ...
A milky river flows in the jelly banks.
- Milk river, jelly banks, where did the swan geese fly?
- Eat my simple jelly with milk - I'll tell you.
- My father doesn’t even eat cream ...
For a long time she ran through the fields, through the forests. The day is drawing to a close, there is nothing to do - you have to go home. Suddenly he sees - there is a hut on a chicken leg, about one window, it turns around itself.
In the hut, the old Baba Yaga is spinning a tow. And a brother sits on a bench, plays with silver apples.
The girl entered the hut:
- Hello, grandma!
— Hello, girl! Why did it show up?
- I walked through the mosses, through the swamps, soaked my dress, came to warm up.
- Sit down while spinning the tow.
Baba Yaga gave her a spindle, and she left. The girl is spinning - suddenly a mouse runs out from under the stove and says to her:
- Maiden, maiden, give me porridge, I'll tell you kindly.
The girl gave her porridge, the mouse said to her:
- Baba Yaga went to heat the bathhouse. She will wash you, boil you, put you in the oven, fry and eat you, she will ride on your bones.
The girl sits neither alive nor dead, crying, and the mouse again to her:
- Do not wait, take your brother, run, and I will spin the tow for you.
The girl took her brother and ran. And Baba Yaga will come up to the window and ask:
- Girl, are you spinning?
The mouse answers her:
- I'm spinning, grandma...
Baba Yaga heated the bathhouse and went after the girl. And there is no one in the hut. Baba Yaga screamed:
- Swan geese! Fly in pursuit! Brother's sister took away! ..
My sister and brother ran to the milky river. He sees - flying swan geese.
- River, mother, hide me!
- Eat my simple pudding.
The girl ate and said thank you. The river sheltered her under the jelly bank.
The girl and her brother ran again. And the swan geese have returned, are flying towards, are about to see. What to do? Trouble! There is an apple tree...
- Apple tree, mother, hide me!
- Eat my forest apple.
The girl quickly ate and said thank you. The apple tree covered it with branches, covered it with sheets.
Geese-swans did not see, they flew by.
The girl ran again. Runs, runs, it's not far away. Then the swan geese saw her, cackled - they swoop in, beat their wings, they will tear that brother out of their hands.
The girl ran to the stove:
“Stove, mother, hide me!”
- Eat my rye pie.
The girl rather - a pie in her mouth, and herself with her brother - in the oven, sat down in the stoma.
Geese-swans flew, flew, shouted, shouted, and flew away to Baba Yaga with nothing.
The girl said thank you to the oven and ran home with her brother.
And then my father and mother came.
Questions to discuss with children
What did the parents punish their daughter when they went to the market?
Did the girl follow the instructions of her parents? How did she behave? What happened because of this?
Who are the swan geese? Are there such birds in real life?
What did the girl decide to do when she realized that it was the swan geese that carried her brother away?
Who met the girl on her way? Why did the stove, the apple tree and the river help the girl?
How did the sister manage to save her brother? Who helped her?
How did the fairy tale end?
Do you think the next time the girl will try to fulfill the order of her parents?
Do you remember how the story begins?
What happens in a fairy tale unusual, magical, something that does not happen in life? What items are unusual, magical?
Russian folk tale "The Fox and the Crane"
The fox made friends with the crane, even made friends with him at someone's homeland.
So the fox once decided to treat the crane, went to invite him to visit:
- Come, kumanek, come, dear! I'll feed you!
A crane is going to a feast, and a fox has boiled semolina porridge and spread it on a plate. Served and regales:
- Eat, my little kumanyok! 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.
The porridge is eaten; fox 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! Right, there is nothing more to regale.
The fox began to spin around the jug, and so it will go in, and so, and lick it, and sniff it, but it won’t get anything! The head does not fit into the jug. Meanwhile, the crane pecks at itself and pecks until it has eaten everything.
- Well, do not blame me, godfather! Nothing else to eat! Annoyance took the fox: she thought that she would eat for a whole week, but she went home like she slurped unsalted. As backfired, so it responded!
Since then, the friendship between the fox and the crane has been apart.
Questions to discuss with children
Did you like the fairy tale? And who did you like more: a fox or a crane?
Where does the fairy tale begin?
Tell me how the fox called the crane to visit.
What kind of mistress was the fox? How did she feed the crane?
Could the crane, with its long beak, taste the fox's treat? Who ate all the porridge?
What did the fox say when he ate everything?
How did the crane respond to the fox's treat? What did he prepare for her?
Why couldn't the fox eat the okroshka?
Did the crane teach the fox the right lesson?
How do you understand the proverb “As it comes around, it will respond”?
Saying
The owl flew
Cheerful head;
Here she flew, flew and sat down;
She turned her tail
Yes, I looked around...
This is a hint. What about a fairy tale?
The story is ahead.
Russian folk tale "Golden Egg"
Grandfather and grandmother lived,
And they had a chicken ryaba.
The hen laid an egg:
The testicle is not simple, golden.
Grandfather beat, beat -
Did not break;
Baba beat, beat -
Didn't break.
The mouse ran
Waving her tail -
testicle dropped
And crashed.
Grandfather and woman are crying;
The hen cackles:
- Don't cry, grandfather, don't cry, woman.
I'll lay you another testicle
Not golden, simple.
Russian folk tale "Turnip"
Grandfather planted a turnip - a large, very large turnip grew. The grandfather began to drag a turnip out of the ground: he pulls, he pulls, he cannot pull it out.
The grandfather called the grandmother for help. Grandmother for grandfather, grandfather for turnip: they pull, they pull, they can’t pull it out.
The grandmother called her granddaughter. Granddaughter for grandmother, grandmother for grandfather, grandfather for turnip: they pull, they pull, they cannot pull it out.
The granddaughter called Zhuchka. A bug for a granddaughter, a granddaughter for a grandmother, a grandmother for a grandfather, a grandfather for a turnip: they pull, they pull, they cannot pull it out.
Bug called Masha the cat. Masha for the Beetle, the Beetle for the granddaughter, the granddaughter for the grandmother, the grandmother for the grandfather, the grandfather for the turnip: they pull, they pull, they cannot pull it out.
The cat Masha called the mouse. Mouse for Masha, Masha for Bug, Bug for granddaughter, granddaughter for grandmother, grandmother for grandfather, grandfather for turnip: pull-pull - they pulled out the turnip!
Russian folk tale "Kolobok"
There lived an old man and an old woman.
This is what the old man asks:
- Bake me, old gingerbread man.
- Yes, from what to bake something? There is no flour.
- Eh, old woman, mark the barn, scrape the twigs - that's enough.
The old woman did just that: she churned, scraped together a handful of two flours, kneaded the dough with sour cream, rolled up a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to cool.
Tired of the kolobok lying, he rolled from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor and to the door, jumped over the threshold into the vestibule, from the vestibule to the porch, from the porch to the yard, and then beyond the gate further and further.
A bun rolls along the road, and a hare meets it:
- No, do not eat me, oblique, but rather listen to what song I will sing to you.
The hare raised his ears, and the bun sang:
I'm a bun, a bun!
By the barn methen,
Scraped by the knuckles,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
It's cold on the window.
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
From you, a hare, it’s not cunning to get away.
A gingerbread man rolls along a path in the forest, and a gray wolf meets him:
— Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man! I will eat you!
- Don't eat me, gray wolf: I'll sing a song for you.
And the bun sang:
I'm a bun, a bun!
By the barn methen,
Scraped by the knuckles,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
It's cold on the window.
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit
From you, the wolf, it’s not cunning to get away.
A gingerbread man is rolling through the forest, and a bear is walking towards him, breaking brushwood, and bending the bushes to the ground.
- Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man, I'll Eat You!
- Well, where are you, clubfoot, eat me! Listen to my song.
Kolobok sang, and Misha hung his ears.
I'm a bun, a bun!
By the barn methen,
Scraped by the knuckles,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
It's cold on the window..
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit
I left the wolf
From you, bear, half grief to leave.
And the bun rolled - the bear only looked after him.
A bun rolls, and a fox meets it:
— Hello, kolobok! What a pretty, ruddy little boy you are!
Gingerbread man is glad that he was praised, and sang his song, and the fox listens and creeps closer and closer.
I'm a bun, a bun!
By the barn methen,
Scraped by the knuckles,
Mixed with sour cream
planted in the oven,
It's cold on the window.
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the rabbit
I left the wolf
Left the bear
From you, fox, do not cunningly leave.
- Nice song! - said the fox. - Yes, the trouble, my dear, is that I have become old, I can’t hear well. Sit on my face and sing one more time.
Kolobok was delighted that his song was praised, jumped on the fox's face and sang:
I'm a bun, a bun!..
And his fox - din! — and ate it.
Russian folk tale "The Cockerel and the Bean Seed"
There lived a cockerel and a hen. The cockerel was in a hurry, everything was in a hurry, and the hen, you know, says to yourself:
- Petya, don't hurry, Petya, don't hurry.
Once a cockerel was pecking at bean seeds and in a hurry and choked. He choked, did not breathe, did not hear, as if the dead were lying.
The chicken was frightened, rushed to the hostess, shouting:
- Oh, hostess, let me quickly grease the cockerel's neck with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
The hostess says:
- Run quickly to the cow, ask her for milk, and I'll already churn the butter.
The chicken rushed to the cow:
- Cow, my dear, give me milk as soon as possible, the hostess will knock butter out of milk, I will grease the cockerel's neck with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
- Go quickly to the owner, let him bring me fresh grass.
The chicken runs to the owner:
- Master! Master! Hurry, give the cow fresh grass, the cow will give milk, the hostess will knock butter out of the milk, I will grease the neck of the cockerel with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
- Run quickly to the blacksmith for a scythe.
The hen rushed with all its might to the blacksmith:
- Blacksmith, blacksmith, give the owner a good scythe. The owner will give grass to the cow, the cow will give milk, the hostess will give me butter, I will grease the neck of the cockerel: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
The blacksmith gave the owner a new scythe, the owner gave the cow fresh grass, the cow gave milk, the hostess churned butter, gave butter to the hen.
The chicken smeared the neck of the cockerel. The bean seed slipped through. The cockerel jumped up and screamed at the top of his lungs:
"Ku-ka-re-ku!"
Russian folk tale "The goatlings and the wolf"
There lived a goat. The goat made a hut in the forest. Every day the goat went to the forest for food. She will go away herself, and she tells the children to lock themselves tightly and tightly and not to unlock the doors for anyone.
The goat returns home, knocks on the door with its horns and sings:
- Goatlings, children,
Open up, open up!
Your mother has come
Milk brought.
I, a goat, was in the forest,
Ate silk grass
I drank cold water;
Milk runs along the notch,
From the notch on the hooves,
And from the hoofs into the cheese the ground.
The kids will hear their mother and unlock her doors. She will feed them and go out to graze again.
The wolf overheard the goat and, when she left, he went to the door of the hut and sang in a thick, thick voice:
- You, kids, you, fathers,
Open up, open up!
Your mother has come
She brought milk...
Hooves full of water!
The kids listened to the wolf and say:
And they did not open the door to the wolf. The wolf left without salty slurping.
The mother came and praised the children that they obeyed her:
- You are clever, little children, that you did not unlock the wolf, otherwise he would have eaten you.
Russian folk tale "Teremok"
There was a teremok in a field. A fly flew in - a goryukha and knocks:
Nobody responds. A goryukha flew in and began to live in it.
A jumping flea jumped up:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I'm a bugger. And who are you?
- And I'm a jumping flea.
- Come live with me.
A jumping flea jumped into the tower, and they began to live together.
Pisk mosquito arrived:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I, a goryukha fly, and a jumping flea. And who are you?
- I'm a peeping mosquito.
- Come live with us.
They began to live together.
A mouse ran up:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
“I am a pig-fly, a jumping flea, and a peeping mosquito. And who are you?
- And I'm a mouse-hole.
- Come live with us.
Four of them began to live.
The frog jumped up:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I, a goryukha fly, a jumping flea, a peeping mosquito, and a mouse-burrow. And who are you?
- And I'm a frog.
- Come live with us.
Five began to live.
A stray bunny galloped up:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I, a goryukha fly, a flea-hopper, a mosquito-peeper, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog. And who are you?
- And I'm a stray bunny.
- Come live with us.
There were six of them.
The fox-sister came running:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I, a goryucha fly, a flea-bouncer, a mosquito-peeper, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog and a stray hare. And who are you?
- And I'm a fox-sister.
Seven of them lived.
A gray wolf came to the tower - from behind the bushes a snatch.
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I, a goryucha fly, a flea-hopper, a mosquito-pisk, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog, a stray hare and a fox-sister. And who are you?
- And I'm a gray wolf - because of the bushes, a snatch.
They began to live.
A bear came to the tower, knocking:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?
- I, a goryukha fly, a jumping flea, a peeping mosquito, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog, a stray hare, a fox-sister and a wolf - because of the bushes, I am a snatcher. And who are you?
- And I'm a bear - you crush everyone. I'll lie down on the teremok - I'll crush everyone!
They were frightened and all away from the tower!
And the bear hit the tower with his paw and broke it.
Russian folk 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. The cat and the thrush go to the forest to chop wood, and the cockerel is left alone.
Leave - severely punished:
- We will go far, and you stay housekeeping, but don’t give a voice when the fox comes, don’t look out the window.
The fox found out that the cat and the thrush were not at home, ran to the hut, sat down under the window and sang:
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden scallop,
butter head,
silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you peas.
The cockerel put his head out the window. The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.
The rooster crowed:
The fox carries me
For dark forests
For fast rivers
Over high mountains...
Cat and thrush, save me!..
The cat and the thrush heard, rushed in pursuit and took the cockerel from the fox.
Another time, the cat and the thrush went into the forest to chop wood and again punished:
- Well, now, cock, do not look out the window! We'll go even further, we won't hear your voice.
They left, and the fox again ran to the hut and sang:
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden scallop,
butter head,
silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you peas.
The boys were running
Scattered the wheat
chickens are pecking,
Roosters are not allowed...
— Ko-ko-ko! How do they not give?
The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.
The rooster crowed:
The fox carries me
For dark forests
For fast rivers
Over high mountains...
Cat and thrush, save me!..
The cat and the thrush heard and gave chase. The cat runs, the thrush flies ... They caught up with the fox - the cat fights, the thrush pecks, and the cockerel was taken away.
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 punished the cockerel:
Don't listen to the fox, don't look out the window! We will go even further, we will not hear your voice.
And the cat and the thrush went far into the forest to chop wood. And the fox is right there - sat under the window and sings:
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden scallop,
butter head,
silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you peas.
The cockerel sits silent. And the fox again:
The boys were running
Scattered the wheat
chickens are pecking,
Roosters are not allowed...
The rooster keeps silent. And the fox again:
People were running
Nuts were poured
The chickens are pecking
Roosters are not allowed...
Cockerel and put his head in the window:
— Ko-ko-ko! How do they not give?
The fox grabbed him in her claws and 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 was gone.
A cat and a thrush ran in the footsteps of Lisitsyn. The cat is running, the thrush is flying... They ran to the fox hole. The cat set up the guseltsy and let's play:
Drift, nonsense, guseltsy,
Golden strings...
Is Lisafya-kuma still at home,
Is it in your warm nest?
The fox listened, listened and thinks:
"Let me see - who plays the harp so well, sings sweetly."
I took it and climbed out of the hole. The cat and the thrush grabbed her - and let's beat and 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.
Russian folk tale "Geese"
An old man lived with an old woman. They had a daughter and a little son. The old people gathered in the city and ordered their daughter:
- We will go, daughter, to the city, we will bring you a bun, we will buy a handkerchief; but you be smart, take care of your brother, don’t go out of the yard.
The old people are gone; the girl put her brother on the grass under the window, and she ran out into the street and played. The geese swooped in, picked up the boy and carried him away on wings.
A girl came running, looking - no brother! Rushed back and forth - no! The girl called, the brother called, but she didn't answer. She ran out into an open field - a herd of goose rushed in the distance and disappeared behind a dark forest. “That’s right, the geese carried off the brother!” - thought the girl and set off to catch up with the geese.
The girl ran, ran, she sees - there is a stove.
- Stove, stove, tell me, where did the geese fly?
- Eat my rye pie - I'll tell you.
And the girl says:
“My father doesn’t even eat wheat!
- Apple tree, apple tree! Where did the geese go?
- Eat my forest apple - then I'll tell you.
“My father doesn’t even eat garden ones!” - said the girl and ran on.
A girl runs and sees: a river of milk is flowing - jelly banks.
- Milk river - jelly banks! Tell me, where did the geese fly?
- Eat my simple jelly with milk - then I'll tell you.
“My father doesn’t even eat cream!
The girl would have had to run for a long time, but a hedgehog met her. The girl wanted to push the hedgehog, but she was afraid to prick herself and asks:
- Hedgehog, hedgehog, where did the geese fly?
The hedgehog showed the way to the girl. The girl ran along the road and sees - there is a hut on chicken legs, it is worth turning around. In the hut sits a baba-yaga, a bone leg, a clay muzzle; the brother sits on a bench by the window, playing with golden apples. The girl crept up to the window, grabbed her brother and ran home. And the Baba Yaga called the geese and sent them in pursuit of the girl.
A girl runs, and the geese completely catch up with her. Where to go? The girl ran to the milky river with jelly banks:
- Rechenka, my dear, cover me!
- Eat my simple jelly with milk.
The girl sipped kisselika with milk. Then the river hid the girl under a steep bank, and the geese flew past.
A girl ran out from under the bank and ran on, and the geese saw her and again set off in pursuit. What should a girl do? She ran to the apple tree:
- Apple tree, dove, hide me!
- Eat my forest apple, then I'll hide it.
There is nothing for the girl to do, she ate a forest apple. The apple tree covered the girl with branches, the geese flew past.
A girl came out from under the apple tree and started running home. She runs, and the geese again saw her - and well, after her! They fly completely, flapping their wings over their heads. A little girl ran to the stove:
“Pechechka, mother, hide me!”
- Eat my rye pie, then I'll hide it.
The girl quickly ate a rye pie and climbed into the oven. The geese flew by.
The girl got out of the stove and went home at full speed. The geese again saw the girl and again chased after her. They’re about to fly in, beat them in the face with their wings, and look, they’ll tear the brother out of their hands, but the hut was already not far away. The girl ran into the hut, quickly slammed the doors and closed the windows. The geese circled over the hut, shouted, and so with nothing, they flew to Baba Yaga.
An old man and an old woman came home, they see - the boy is at home, alive and well. They gave the girl a bun and a handkerchief.
Russian folk tale "Crow"
Once upon a time there was a crow, and she lived not alone, but with nannies, mothers, with small children, with near and far neighbors. Birds flew in from overseas, large and small, geese and swans, birdies and birdies, built their nests in the mountains, in the valleys, in the forests, in the meadows and laid eggs.
A crow noticed this and, well, offend migratory birds, carry their testicles!
An owl flew and saw that a crow offends large and small birds, carrying testicles.
“Wait,” he says, “you worthless crow, we will find a trial and punishment for you!”
And he flew far away, into the stone mountains, to the gray eagle. Arrived and asks:
- Father gray eagle, give us your righteous judgment on the offender-crow! From her there is no life for either small or large birds: she ruins our nests, steals cubs, drags eggs and feeds her crows with them!
The eagle shook his gray head and sent for the crow a light, lesser ambassador - a sparrow. The sparrow fluttered up and flew after the crow. She was about to make excuses, but all the bird's strength rose up on her, all the birds, and, well, pinching, pecking, driving to the eagle for judgment. There was nothing to do - she croaked and flew away, and all the birds took off and rushed after her.
So they flew to the eagle's dwelling and settled him, and the crow stands in the middle and pulls himself in front of the eagle, preens.
And the eagle began to interrogate the crow:
“They say about you, crow, that you open your mouth at someone else’s good, that you carry eggs from large and small birds and carry eggs!”
- It's a slander, father, a gray eagle, a slander, I'm only picking up shells!
“A complaint about you also reaches me that as soon as a peasant comes out to sow arable land, so you get up with all your crows and, well, peck the seeds!”
- It's a slander, father, a gray eagle, a slander! With my girlfriends, with small children, with children, households, I only carry worms from fresh arable land!
“And people are crying at you everywhere, that as soon as the bread is burned and the sheaves are stacked, then you will fly in with all your crows and let's be mischievous, stir up the sheaves and break the sheaves!”
- It's a slander, father, a gray eagle, a slander! We help this for a good deed - we disassemble the mop, we give access to the sun and the wind so that the bread does not germinate and the grain dries out!
The eagle got angry at the old liar-crow, ordered her to be planted in prison, in a lattice tower, behind iron bolts, behind damask locks. There she sits to this day!
Russian folk tale "The Fox and the Hare"
Once upon a time there was a little gray Bunny on the field, but there lived a Little Fox-sister.
That's how the frosts went, Bunny began to shed, and when the icy winter came, with a blizzard and snowdrifts, Bunny turned completely white from the cold, and he decided to build a hut for himself: he dragged luboks and let's fence the hut. Lisa saw this and said:
“You little one, what are you doing?”
“You see, I’m building a hut from the cold.
“Look, what a quick-witted one,” she thought.
Fox, - let's build a hut - only not a popular house, but chambers, a crystal Palace!
So she began to carry ice and lay a hut.
Both huts ripened at once, and our animals began to live with their homes.
Liska looks into the icy window and chuckles at the Bunny: “Look, black-footed, what a shack he made! Whether it’s my business: both clean and bright - neither give nor take the crystal palace!
Everything was fine for the fox in the winter, but as spring came after winter, and the snow began to drive away, warm the earth, then Liskin's palace melted and ran downhill with water. How can Liska be without a home? Here she ambushed when Zaika came out of his hut for a walk, snow grass, plucked rabbit cabbage, crept into Zaika's hut and climbed onto the floor.
Bunny came, pushed through the door - it was locked.
He waited a little and started knocking again.
- It's me, the owner, the gray Bunny, let me go, Fox.
“Get out, I won’t let you in,” Lisa answered.
Bunny waited and said:
- Enough, Lisonka, joking, let me go, I really want to sleep.
And Lisa replied:
- Wait, oblique, that's how I jump out, and jump out, and go shake you, only shreds will fly in the wind!
Bunny cried and went where his eyes look. He met a gray wolf:
- Great, Bunny, what are you crying about, what are you grieving about?
- But how can I not grieve, not grieve: I had a bast hut, Fox had an ice one. The fox hut melted, the water left, she captured mine and does not let me, the owner!
“But wait,” said the Wolf, “we will kick her out!”
- Hardly, Volchenka, we will drive her out, she is firmly entrenched!
- I'm not me, if I don't drive out the Fox! Wolf growled.
So the Bunny was delighted and went with the Wolf to chase the Fox. They came.
- Hey, Lisa Patrikeevna, get out of someone else's hut! cried the Wolf.
And the Fox answered him from the hut:
“Wait, that’s how I’ll get off the stove, and I’ll jump out, but I’ll jump out, and I’ll go to beat you, so only shreds will fly in the wind!”
- Oh, how angry! - grumbled the Wolf, tucked his tail and ran into the forest, and the Bunny was left crying in the field.
Bull is coming:
- Great, Bunny, what are you grieving about, what are you crying about?
- But how can I not grieve, how not to grieve: I had a bast hut, Fox had an icy one. The fox hut has melted, it has captured mine, and now it doesn’t let me, the owner, go home!
- But wait, - said the Bull, - we will drive her out.
- No, Bychenka, it’s unlikely to drive her out, she sat down firmly, the Wolf already drove her - he didn’t kick her out, and you, Bull, can’t be kicked out!
“I’m not me, if I don’t kick me out,” the Bull muttered.
The Bunny was delighted and went with the Bull to survive the Fox. They came.
- Hey, Lisa Patrikeevna, get out of someone else's hut! Buck muttered.
And Lisa answered him:
- Wait, that's how I get off the stove and go to beat you, the Bull, so only shreds will fly in the wind!
- Oh, how angry! - mumbled the Bull, threw back his head and let's run away.
The bunny sat down near the hummock and began to cry.
Here comes the Mishka-Bear and says:
- Great, oblique, what are you grieving about, what are you crying about?
- But how can I not grieve, how not to grieve: I had a bast hut, and Fox had an icy one. The fox hut melted, she captured mine and does not let me, the owner, go home!
“But wait,” said the Bear, “we will kick her out!”
- No, Mikhailo Potapych, it is unlikely to expel her, she sat down firmly. The wolf drove - did not drive out. The bull drove - didn’t drive out, and you can’t drive out!
“I am not me,” the Bear roared, “if the Fox does not survive!”
So the Bunny was delighted and went, bouncing, to drive the Fox with the Bear. They came.
“Hey, Lisa Patrikeevna,” the Bear roared, “get out of someone else’s hut!”
And Lisa answered him:
“Wait, Mikhailo Potapych, that’s how I’ll get off the stove, and I’ll jump out, but I’ll jump out, and I’ll go and beat you, clubfoot, so only shreds will fly in the wind!”
- Oooh, K8.K8. I'm fierce! - the Bear roared and started running in a rut.
How to be a hare? He began to beg the Fox, but the Fox does not lead with his ear. Here the Bunny cried and went where his eyes look and met a kochet, a red Rooster, with a saber on his shoulder.
- Great, Bunny, how are you doing, what are you grieving about, what are you crying about?
- But how can I not grieve, how not to grieve, if they are driven from their native ashes? I had a bast hut, and the Fox had an icy one. The fox hut has melted, it has occupied mine and does not let me, the owner, go home!
“But wait,” said the Rooster, “we will kick her out!”
- It is unlikely that you will be kicked out, Petenka, she has sat down painfully hard! The Wolf drove her - did not drive her out, the Bull drove her - did not drive her out, the Bear drove her - did not drive her out, where can you control it!
“Let’s try,” said the Cockerel and went with the Hare to drive the Fox out.
As they came to the hut, the Rooster sang:
There is a kochet on his heels,
Carries a saber on his shoulders
Wants to kill Liska,
Sew a hat for yourself
Come out, Lisa, have pity on yourself!
As Lisa heard the threat to Petukhov, she was frightened and said:
- Wait, Cockerel, golden comb, silk beard!
And the Rooster cries:
- Ku-ka-re-ku, I'll chop everything!
- Petenka-Cockerel, have pity on the old bones, let me put on a fur coat!
And the Rooster, standing at the door, know yourself shouting:
There is a kochet on his heels,
Carries a saber on his shoulders
Wants to kill Liska,
Sew a hat for yourself
Come out, Lisa, have pity on yourself!
Nothing to do, nowhere to go to Lisa: she opened the door and jumped out. And the Rooster settled with the Bunny in his hut, and they began to live, to be, and to save up good.
Russian folk tale "The Fox and the Crane"
The fox made friends with the crane, even made friends with him at someone's homeland.
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 spread it on a plate. Served and treats:
- Eat, my little dove-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.
The porridge is eaten; fox 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 small neck, put it on the table and said:
- Eat, gossip! Right, there is nothing more to regale.
The fox began to spin around the jug, and this way it will go in, and that way, and lick it, and sniff it - it won’t get anything! The head does not fit into the jug. Meanwhile, the crane pecks at itself and pecks until it has eaten everything.
- Well, do not blame me, godfather! Nothing else to eat!
Annoyance took the fox: she thought that she would eat for a whole week, but she went home like she slurped unsalted. As backfired, so it responded!
Since then, the friendship between the fox and the crane has been apart.
Ivan Bykovich
In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived a king with a queen; they had no children. They began to pray to God that he would create a child for them in their youth to look at, and in their old age to feed them; prayed, went to bed and fell asleep soundly.
In a dream, they dreamed that there was a quiet pond not far from the palace, in that pond a golden-finned ruff was swimming; if the queen eats it, now she can become pregnant. The king and queen woke up, called their mothers and nannies to them, began to tell them their dream. The mothers and nannies reasoned this way: what was seen in a dream can happen in reality.
The king called on the fishermen and strictly ordered them to catch the golden-finned ruff. At dawn, fishermen came to a quiet pond, threw down their nets, and luckily for them, with the first ton, a golden-feathered ruff caught. They took it out, brought it to the palace; as the queen saw, she could not sit still, she soon ran up to the fishermen, grabbed them by the hands, rewarded them with a large treasury; after that she called her beloved cook and gave her the golden-finned ruff from hand to hand:
- Here, cook for dinner, but see that no one touches it.
The cook cleaned the ruff, washed it and boiled it, put the slop out into the yard; a cow walked around the yard, drank those slops; the queen ate the fish, and the cook licked the dishes. And all at once they became bellies: the tsarina, and her beloved cook, and a cow, and all at the same time were resolved into three sons: Ivan Tsarevich was born to the tsarina, Ivan the cook's son to the cook, Ivan Bykovich to the cow.
The guys began to grow by leaps and bounds, as good dough rises on a dough, so they stretch upwards. All three fellows succeeded in one face, and it was impossible to recognize which of them was a royal child, which was a cook, and which was born from a cow. They were distinguished only by this: as they return from a walk, Ivan Tsarevich asks for a change of linen, the cook's son strives to eat something, and Ivan Bykovich lies down right to rest. In the tenth year they came to the king and said:
- Our dear father! Make us an iron stick of fifty pounds.
The king ordered his blacksmiths to forge an iron stick worth fifty pounds; they set to work and in a week they did it. No one can lift a stick by one edge, but Ivan Tsarevich, and Ivan the cook's son, and Ivan Bykovich turn it between their fingers like a goose feather.
They went out into the wide royal court.
- Well, brothers, - says Ivan Tsarevich, - let's try the strength: who should be a big brother.
- All right, - answered Ivan Bykovich, - take a stick and beat us on the shoulders.
Ivan Tsarevich took an iron stick, hit Ivan the cook's son and Ivan Bykovich on the shoulders and drove both of them knee-deep into the ground. Ivan the cook's son hit - drove Ivan Tsarevich and Ivan Bykovich to the very chest into the ground; and Ivan Bykovich hit - drove both brothers right up to the neck.
“Come on,” says the prince, “let’s try our strength one more time: let’s throw an iron stick up; whoever throws it higher will be the big brother.
- Well, then, drop it!
Ivan Tsarevich threw it down - the stick fell off a quarter of an hour ago, Ivan the cook's son threw it down - the stick fell off in half an hour, and Ivan Bykovich threw it down - only an hour later she came back.
- Well, Ivan Bykovich! Be you big brother.
After that they went for a walk in the garden and found
huge stone.
- Look what a stone! Can't it be moved? - said Ivan Tsarevich, rested his hands on him, fiddled, fiddled - no, strength does not take; Ivan the cook's son tried it - the stone moved a little. Ivan Bykovich tells them:
- You're swimming fine! Wait, I'll try.
He went up to the stone and as soon as he moved it with his foot, the stone hummed a lot, rolled to the other side of the garden and broke all sorts of trees. Under that stone, the cellar opened, in the cellar there are three heroic horses, a harness of the military hangs on the walls: there is something for the good fellows to roam! Immediately they ran to the king and began to ask:
- Sovereign father! Bless us to go to foreign lands, to see people ourselves, to show ourselves in people.
The king blessed them, rewarded them with treasury for the journey; they said goodbye to the king, mounted the heroic horses and set off on their way.
We drove through the valleys, over the mountains, through green meadows, and arrived at a dense forest; in that forest there is a hut on chicken legs, on ram horns, when necessary, it turns around.
- Hut, hut, turn to us in front, back to the forest; we climb into you, eat bread and salt.
The hut turned. Good fellows enter the hut - on the stove lies a Baba Yaga bone leg, from corner to corner, nose to the ceiling.
- Fu Fu Fu! Previously, the Russian spirit was not heard of, was not seen by sight; now the Russian spirit sits on a spoon, rolls itself into the mouth.
“Hey, old woman, don’t scold, get off the stove and sit on a bench. Ask where are we going? I will say kindly.
Baba Yaga got down from the stove, came close to Ivan Bykovich, bowed low to him:
— Hello, Father Ivan Bykovich! Where are you going, where are you going?
- We are going, grandmother, to the Smorodina River, to the viburnum bridge; I heard that more than one miracle Yudo lives there.
- Oh yes Vanyusha! Grabbed for the case; after all, they, the villains, captured everyone, ruined everyone, the neighboring kingdoms rolled like a ball.
The brothers spent the night at Baba Yaga's, got up early in the morning and set off on their journey. They come to the Smorodina River; human bones lie all over the shore, they will be heaped up to the knee! They saw a hut, entered it - empty, and decided to stop here. The evening came. Ivan Bykovich says:
— Brothers! We drove into an alien side, we must live with caution; Let's take turns on patrol.
They cast lots - Ivan Tsarevich got to guard the first night, Ivan the cook's son the second, and Ivan Bykovich the third.
Ivan Tsarevich went on patrol, climbed into the bushes and fell asleep soundly. Ivan Bykovich did not rely on him; as the time went past midnight, he was immediately ready, took a shield and a sword with him, went out and stood under the viburnum bridge. Suddenly, on the river, the waters were agitated, the eagles screamed on the oaks - the six-headed miracle man leaves; under him the horse stumbled, the black raven on his shoulder started up, behind the Hort bristled. Says the six-headed miracle Yudo:
“What are you, dog meat, stumbling about, you, crow’s feather, trembling, and you, dog hair, bristling?” Al do you think that Ivan Bykovich is here? So he, a good fellow, was not yet born, and if he was born, he didn’t fit into the war: I’ll put him on one hand, slap him with the other - it will only get wet!
Ivan Bykovich jumped out:
- Do not boast, evil spirit! Not having caught a clear falcon, it’s too early to pluck feathers; having not tasted the good fellow, there is nothing to blaspheme him. And let's better try our strength: whoever overcomes, he will boast.
Here they converged - they drew level, they hit so cruelly that the earth groaned all around. Miracle Yudu was not lucky: Ivan Bykovich knocked down three of his heads with one swing.
- Stop, Ivan Bykovich! Give me a break.
— What a rest! You, evil spirit, have three heads, I have only one; this is how you will have one head, then we will rest.
Again they converged, again they hit; Ivan Bykovich chopped off the last heads of the miracle, took the body - cut it into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River, and folded six heads under the viburnum bridge. He himself returned to the hut. Ivan Tsarevich comes in the morning.
"Well, didn't you see something?"
“No, brothers, not even a fly flew past me.
The next night, Ivan the cook's son went on patrol, climbed into the bushes and fell asleep. Ivan Bykovich did not rely on him; as the time went past midnight, he immediately equipped himself, took a shield and a sword with him, went out and stood under the viburnum bridge. Suddenly, on the river, the waters were agitated, the eagles screamed on the oaks - the nine-headed miracle Yudo leaves; under him the horse stumbled, the black raven on his shoulder started up, behind him the Hort bristled. Miracle Yudo of a horse on the hips, a crow on feathers, a horta on the ears:
“What are you, dog meat, stumbling about, you, crow’s feather, trembling, you, dog hair, bristling?” Al do you think that Ivan Bykovich is here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he did not fit into the war: I will kill him with one finger!
Ivan Bykovich jumped out:
- Wait - do not boast, first pray to God, wash your hands and get down to business! It is not yet known who will take it!
As the hero swings his sharp sword once or twice, so he demolished six heads from evil spirits; and he hit the miracle Yudo - he drove the earth into the cheese up to his knees. Ivan Bykovich grabbed a handful of earth and threw it into his opponent's eyes. While the miracle Yudo was rubbing his eyes, the hero cut off his other heads as well, took his torso - cut it into small pieces and threw it into the Smorodina River, and folded nine heads under the viburnum bridge. The next morning Ivan the cook's son comes.
“What, brother, didn’t you see anything during the night?”
- No, not a single fly flew near me, not a single mosquito squeaked!
Ivan Bykovich led the brothers under the viburnum bridge, pointed them to the dead heads and began to shame:
- Oh, you sleepyheads; where do you fight? You should lie on the stove at home.
On the third night, Ivan Bykovich is going on patrol; he took a white towel, hung it on the wall, and placed a bowl under it on the floor and said to the brothers:
- I'm going to a terrible battle; and you, brothers, don’t sleep all night and look closely at how blood will flow from the towel: if half of the bowl runs, it’s all right, if the bowl runs full, it’s all right, and if it pours over the edge, immediately unleash my heroic horse and yourself hurry up to help me.
Here stands Ivan Bykovich under the viburnum bridge; the time went past midnight, the waters were stirred on the river, the eagles shouted on the oaks - the twelve-headed miracle was leaving; his horse has twelve wings, the horse's hair is silver, the tail and mane are golden. A miracle-yudo is coming; suddenly the horse stumbled under him, the black raven on his shoulder started up, behind him the Hort bristled. Miracle Yudo of a horse on the hips, a crow on feathers, a horta on the ears:
“What are you, dog meat, stumbling about, you, crow’s feather, trembling, you, dog hair, bristling?” Al do you think that Ivan Bykovich is here? So he was not yet born, and if he was born, he did not fit into the war; I'll just blow it - and the ashes will not remain!
Ivan Bykovich jumped out:
“Wait—don’t brag, first pray to God!”
- Oh, you're here! Why did you come?
- At you, evil spirit, to look, to try your fortress.
“Where would you like to try my fortress?” You are a fly in front of me!
Ivan Bykovich answers:
- I came with you not to tell fairy tales, but to fight to the death.
He swung his sharp sword and cut off three heads of the miracle-yuda. Chudo-Yudo picked up these heads, stroked them with his fiery finger - and immediately all the heads grew back, as if they had not fallen from their shoulders! Ivan Bykovich had a bad time; Miracle Yudo began to overcome him, drove him knee-deep into the damp earth.
"Stop, evil spirit!" The king-kings fight, and they make peace; and you and I will really fight without rest? Give me a rest at least three times.
Miracle Yudo agreed; Ivan Bykovich took off his right mitten and let it into the hut. The mitten has broken all the windows, and his brothers are sleeping, they hear nothing. Another time, Ivan Bykovich swung harder than before and cut down six heads of the miracle-yuda; Miracle Yudo picked them up, drew them with a fiery finger - and again all the heads were in place, and Ivan Bykovich was beaten to the waist in the damp earth. The hero asked for rest, took off his left mitten and let him into the hut. The mitten broke through the roof, but the brothers are still sleeping, they don’t hear anything. The third time he swung even stronger and cut down nine heads of the miracle-yuda; Miracle Yudo picked them up, drew them with a fiery finger - the heads grew back again, and he drove Ivan Bykovich into the damp earth up to his shoulders. Ivan Bykovich asked for rest, took off his hat and let him into the hut; from that Blow the hut fell apart, all over the logs rolled.
Just then the brothers woke up, looked - blood is pouring from the bowl over the edge, and the heroic horse neighs loudly and breaks from the chains. They rushed to the stable, lowered the horse, and after him they rush to help themselves.
- A! - says the miracle Yudo, - you live by deceit; you have help.
The heroic horse ran up, began to beat him with his hooves; and Ivan Bykovich, meanwhile, crawled out of the ground, got used to it and cut off a fiery finger for a miracle. After that, let's chop off his heads, knocked down everything to the last, tore his body into small pieces and threw everything into the Smorodina River. The brothers come running.
- Hey, Sony! Ivan Bykovich says. “I almost lost my head because of your sleep.
Early in the morning Ivan Bykovich went out into the open field, hit the ground and became a sparrow, flew to the white-stone chambers and sat down by the open window. The old witch saw him, sprinkled the grains and mouthed to say:
- Sparrow-sparrow! You flew in to eat grains, to listen to my grief. Ivan Bykovich laughed at me, exhausted all my sons-in-law.
- Do not worry, mother! We will repay him for everything, - say the miraculous wives of Yudov.
“Here I am,” says the smaller one, “I’ll let go of hunger, I’ll go out on the road myself and become an apple tree with golden and silver apples: whoever picks an apple will burst right now.”
“And I,” says the middle one, “I will let in my thirst, I myself will become a well; two bowls will float on the water: one is golden, the other is silver; whoever takes the cup, I will drown him.
- And I, - says the eldest, - I will let sleep, and I myself will spread over a golden bed; who lies on the bed. - he will burn with fire.
Ivan Bykovich listened to these speeches, flew back, hit the ground and became, as before, a good fellow. Three brothers gathered and went home. They go along the road, hunger greatly torments them, but there is nothing to eat. Look - there is an apple tree with golden and silver apples; Ivan Tsarevich and Ivan the cook's son started to pick apples, but Ivan Bykovich galloped ahead and let's chop the apple tree crosswise - only blood splatters! He did the same with the well and with the golden bed. The miraculous wife of Yudov was bent. As the old witch found out about this, she dressed up as a beggar, ran out onto the road and stood with a knapsack. Ivan Bykovich is riding with his brothers; she stretched out her hand and began to beg.
Tsarevich Ivan Bykovich says:
— Brother! Does our father have little gold treasury? Give this beggar woman holy alms.
Ivan Bykovich took out a gold piece and gives it to the old woman; she does not take up money, but takes him by the hand and instantly disappeared with him. The brothers looked around - neither the old woman nor Ivan Bykovich was there, and they galloped home in fear, their tails between their legs. And the witch dragged Ivan Bykovich into the dungeon and brought him to her husband - an old old man:
- On you, - he says, - our destroyer!
The old man lies on an iron bed, nothing
sees: long eyelashes and thick eyebrows completely cover his eyes. He called twelve mighty heroes and began to order them:
- Take an iron pitchfork, raise my eyebrows and black eyelashes, I'll take a look, what kind of bird is he that killed my sons?
The heroes raised his eyebrows and eyelashes with pitchforks; the old man looked
- Oh, well done Vanyusha! Duck it was you who took the courage to deal with my children! What am I to do with you?
“Your will, do what you want; I'm ready for everything.
- Well, what a lot to interpret, because you can’t raise children; do me a better service: go to an unprecedented kingdom, to an unprecedented state and get me the queen of golden curls; I want to marry her.
Ivan Bykovich thought to himself: “Where are you, the old devil, to marry, except for me, well done!”
And the old woman got furious, tied a stone around her neck, flopped into the water and drowned herself.
“Here’s a club for you, Vanyusha,” says the old man, “go to such and such an oak tree, knock it three times with a club and say: “Come out, ship! Get out, ship! Get out, ship! As soon as the ship comes out to you, at that very time give the order to the oak tree three times to shut it up; don't forget to look! If you do not do this, you will cause me a great offense.
Ivan Bykovich came to the oak tree, struck it with a club countless times and ordered: - Everything you have, come out!
The first ship came out; Ivan Bykovich got into it and shouted:
- All over me! - and went on the road. Having driven a little, he looked back - and sees: the power of countless ships and boats! Everyone praises him, everyone thanks him.
An old man in a boat drives up to him:
- Father Ivan Bykovich, many years of good health to you! Accept me as a friend.
— And what can you do?
- I know how, father, to eat bread.
Ivan Bykovich said:
- Fu, the abyss! I myself am ready for this; however, get on the ship, I am glad to have good comrades.
Another old man drives up in a boat:
— Hello, Ivan Bykovich! Take me with you.
— And what can you do?
- I know how, father, to drink wine and beer.
- Simple science! Well, get on the ship.
A third old man arrives:
— Hello, Ivan Bykovich! Take me too.
- Say: what can you do?
- I, father, know how to bathe in the bath.
- Fu, dashing take those! Eki, think, wise men!
I took this one on the ship; and then another boat pulled up; the fourth old man says:
"Hello many years, Ivan Bykovich!" Accept me as a friend.
— Yes, who are you?
- I, father, am an astrologer.
- Well, I'm not much for that; be my friend.
I accepted the fourth, the fifth old man asks.
- Ashes take you! Where can I go with you? Tell me quickly: what can you do?
- I, father, can swim with a ruff.
- Well, you are welcome!
So they went for the queen of golden curls. They come to an unprecedented kingdom, an unprecedented state; and there they had long known that Ivan Bykovich would be there, and for three whole months they baked bread, smoked wine, and brewed beer. Ivan Bykovich saw an uncountable number of carts of bread and as many barrels of wine and beer; Surprised and asks:
— What would it mean?
- It's all prepared for you.
- Fu, the abyss! Yes, I can’t eat or drink so much in a whole year.
Then Ivan Bykovich remembered about his comrades and began to call:
- Hey, you old fellows! Which one of you understands to eat and drink?
Obiedailo and Opivailo are responding:
- We, father! Our business is childish.
- Well, get to work!
One old man ran up, began to eat bread: at once he threw into his mouth not only loaves, but whole wagons. Everything arrived and well, shout:
- Little bread; let's do more!
Another old man ran up, began to drink beer and wine, drank everything and swallowed the barrels:
- Few! - shouts. - Give me some more!
The servants began to fuss, rushed to the queen with a report that there was not enough bread or wine.
And the queen of golden curls ordered Ivan Bykovich to be taken to the bathhouse to take a steam bath. That bath was heated for three months and was so hot that it was impossible to approach it for five miles. They began to call Ivan Bykovich to bathe; he saw that the bath was bursting with fire, and he said:
- What are you, crazy? Let me burn there!
Then he remembered again:
“I have comrades with me! Hey you old guys! Who among you knows how to take a steam bath?
The old man ran up
- I, father! My business is childish.
He quickly jumped into the bathhouse, blew into a corner, spat into another - the whole bathhouse had cooled down, and there was snow in the corners.
- Oh, fathers, it's cold, drown for another three years! the old man shouts at the top of his lungs. The servants rushed in with a report that the bathhouse was completely frozen; and Ivan Bykovich began to demand that the queen of golden curls be given to him. The queen herself came out to him, gave her white hand, got on the ship and went.
Here they sail for a day and another; suddenly she felt sad, heavy - she hit herself on the chest, turned into a star and flew away into the sky.
- Well, - says Ivan Bykovich, - completely disappeared!
Then he remembered:
“Ah, I have comrades. Hey old guys! Which one of you is an astrologer?
- I, father! My business is childish, - answered the old man, hit the ground, became a star himself, flew to the sky and began to count the stars; I found an extra one and, well, push it! An asterisk fell from its place, quickly rolled across the sky, fell on the ship and turned into a queen of golden curls.
Again they go one day, they go another; found sadness and melancholy on the queen, struck herself in the chest, turned into a pike and swam into the sea.
Well, now it's gone! Ivan Bykovich thinks, but he remembered the last old man and began to ask him:
- Are you good at swimming with a ruff?
- I, father, my business is childish! - hit the ground, turned into a ruff, swam into the sea for a pike and let's prick it under the sides. The pike jumped onto the ship and again became the queen of golden curls. Here the old men parted ways with Ivan Bykovich, and set off to their homes; and he went to the miracle Yudov's father.
Came to him with the queen of golden curls; he called twelve mighty heroes, ordered to bring iron pitchfork and raise his eyebrows and black eyelashes. He looked at the queen and said:
- Oh yes Vanyusha! Well done! Now I will forgive you, I will let you go to the white light.
- No, wait, - Ivan Bykovich answers, - without thinking he said!
- Yes, I have prepared a deep pit, a perch lies through the pit; whoever walks along the perch will take the queen for himself.
- All right, Vanya! Get ahead of yourself.
Ivan Bykovich walked along the perch, and the queen of golden curls said to herself:
- It's easier for swan fluff to pass!
Ivan Bykovich passed - and the perch did not bend; and the old old man went - as soon as he stepped into the middle, he flew into the pit.
Ivan Bykovich took the queen's golden curls and returned home; soon they were married and set a feast for the whole world. Ivan Bykovich sits at the table and boasts to his brothers:
- Although I fought for a long time, I got my young wife! And you, brothers, sit down on the stove and lay bricks!
I was at that feast too, I drank honey-wine, it flowed down my mustache, but it didn’t get into my mouth; here they treated me: they took away the pelvis from the bull and poured milk; then they gave a roll, helping in the same pelvis. I didn’t drink, I didn’t eat, I decided to wipe myself off, they began to fight with me; I put on a cap, they began to push in the neck!
Tricky Science
(from the collection of A.N. Afanasiev "Folk Russian fairy tales")
There lived a grandfather and a woman, they had a son. The old man was poor; he wanted to give his son to science, so that from his youth he would be for the joy of his parents, in old age for a change, but what will you do if there is no prosperity! He took him around, took him around the cities - maybe someone will take him as an apprentice; No, no one undertook to teach without money.
The old man returned home, wept and wept with the woman, mourned and grieved for his poverty, and again led his son to the city. As soon as they came to the city, a man comes across them and asks his grandfather:
- What, the old man, got upset?
- How can I not be upset! grandfather said. - Here he drove, drove his son, no one takes science without money, but there is no money!
- Well, give it to me, - says the counter, - I'll learn all the tricks in three years. And after three years, on this very day, at this very hour, come for your son; Yes, look: if you don’t overstay, you will arrive on time and recognize your son - you will take him back, but if not, then he should stay with me.
Grandfather was so delighted that he did not ask: who is the stranger, where does he live and what will he teach the little one? I gave him my son and went home. He came home in joy, told the woman about everything; and the counter was a sorcerer.
Three years have passed, and the old man has completely forgotten on what day he sent his son to science, and does not know what to do with him. And the day before the deadline, the son flew to him like a small bird, slammed on the mound and entered the hut as a good fellow, bowed to his father and said: tomorrow, it will be just three years, you have to come for him; and told where to come for him and how to recognize him.
“I am not the only one with my master in science. There are, - he says, - eleven more workers, they stayed with him forever - because their parents could not recognize them; and only you do not recognize me, so I will remain the twelfth with him. Tomorrow, when you come for me, the owner of all of us will release twelve white doves - feather to feather, tail to tail and head to head are even. So you look: everyone will fly high, but I, no, no, yes, I’ll take it higher than everyone. The owner will ask: “Did you recognize your son?” You and point to that dove that is higher than all.
Then he will bring twelve stallions to you - all of the same color, manes on one side and even in appearance; as you begin to pass by those stallions, carefully note: I, no, no, yes, with my right foot and stomp. The owner will ask again: “Did you recognize your son?” Feel free to point at me.
After that, he will bring out to you twelve good fellows - height to height, hair to hair, voice to voice, all on the same face and clothes are equal. As you begin to pass by those fellows, note: no, no, yes, and a small fly will sit on my right cheek. The owner will again ask: “Did you recognize your son?” You show me.
He told all this, said goodbye to his father and went out of the house, slammed himself against the mound, became a bird and flew away to the owner.
In the morning, the grandfather got up, got ready and followed his son. Comes to the sorcerer.
“Well, old man,” says the sorcerer, “taught your son all the tricks. Only if you do not recognize him, he will remain with me forever and ever.
After that, he released twelve white doves - feather to feather, tail to tail, head to head are equal - and says:
- Find out, old man, your son!
- How to find out, you see, everyone is equal!
I looked, looked, and how one dove rose above all, pointed to that dove:
- Say it's mine!
- I found out, I found out, grandfather! says the sorcerer.
Another time he released twelve stallions - all as one, and manes on one side.
The grandfather began to walk around the stallions and look closely, and the owner asks:
- Well, grandfather! Did you recognize your son?
- No, wait a little.
Yes, when he saw that one stallion stamped his right foot, he now pointed at him:
- Say it's mine!
- I found out, I found out, grandfather!
For the third time, twelve good fellows came out - growth in height, hair in hair, voice to voice, all on the same face, as if one mother had given birth.
Grandfather once passed by the good fellows - he didn’t notice anything, he passed through another one - nothing too, but when he passed for the third time - he saw a fly on one young man’s right cheek and said:
- Say it's mine!
- I found out, I found out, grandfather!
Here, there is nothing to do, the sorcerer gave the old man his son, and they went home to themselves.
They walked and walked and saw: some gentleman was riding along the road.
“Father,” says the son, “I will now become a dog.” The master will buy me, but you sell me, but don’t sell the collar; Otherwise, I will not turn back to you!
He said so, and at that very moment he hit the ground and turned into a dog.
The master saw that the old man was leading a dog, began to trade it: the dog didn’t seem to him like a good collar. The master gives a hundred rubles for her, and the grandfather asks for three hundred; bargained, bargained, and the master bought a dog for two hundred rubles.
As soon as the grandfather began to take off the collar, - where! - the master does not even want to hear about it, he rests.
- I did not sell the collar, - says the grandfather, - I sold one dog.
- No, you're lying! Whoever bought the dog also bought the collar.
Grandfather thought and thought (after all, you really can’t buy a dog without a collar!) And gave it away with a collar.
The master took and put the dog in his place, and the grandfather took the money and went home.
Here the master rides to himself and rides, suddenly, out of nowhere, a hare runs towards him.
“What,” the master thinks, “sal and let the dog out after the hare and see her agility?”
Just released, looks: the hare runs in one direction, the dog in the other - and ran into the forest.
The master waited, waited for her, did not wait and went without anything.
And the dog turned into a good fellow.
Grandfather walks the road, walks wide and thinks: how to show his eyes home, how to tell the old woman where he put his son! And his son had caught up with him.
- Oh, father! - speaks. - Why did you sell it with a collar? Well, if we hadn’t met a hare, I wouldn’t have returned, I would have disappeared for nothing!
They returned home and live little by little. How much, how little time has passed, on one Sunday the son says to his father:
- Father, I will turn into a bird, take me to the market and sell me; just don't sell the cages, or I won't come back home!
He hit the ground, became a bird; the old man put her in a cage and carried her to sell.
People surrounded the old man, vying with each other began to trade the bird: that's how it seemed to everyone!
The sorcerer also came, immediately recognized his grandfather and guessed what kind of bird he had in a cage. One gives dearly, another gives dearly, and he is dearest of all; the old man sold him a bird, but he does not give away the cages; the sorcerer back and forth, fought with him, fought, takes nothing!
I took one bird, wrapped it in a scarf and carried it home!
“Well, daughter,” she says at home, “I bought our rascal!”
- Where is he?
The sorcerer opened his handkerchief, but the bird was gone for a long time: the hearty bird has flown away!
It's Sunday again. Son says to father:
- Father! I will turn today into a horse; look, sell the horse, but you cannot sell the bridles; I don't go back home.
He slammed on the damp earth and became a horse; her grandfather took her to the market to sell.
The old man was surrounded by trading people, all horse traders: he gives dearly, the other gives dearly, and the sorcerer is dearest of all.
The grandfather sold him his son, but he does not give back the bridle.
- But how can I lead a horse? the sorcerer asks. “Let me at least bring it to the court, and there, perhaps, take your bridle: it’s not for me to gain!”
Here all the horse dealers attacked the grandfather: it’s not like that! Sold the horse - sold the bridle. What can you do with them? Grandfather gave the bridle.
The sorcerer brought the horse to his yard, put it in the stable, tied it tightly to the ring and pulled his head high: the horse stands on one hind legs, the front legs do not reach the ground.
- Well, daughter, - the sorcerer says again, - that's when I bought our rogue!
- Where is he?
- It's in the stable.
The daughter ran to look; she felt sorry for the good fellow, she really wanted to let go of the reins, began to unravel and untie, and in the meantime the horse broke free and went to count the miles.
The daughter rushed to her father.
“Father,” he says, “forgive me!” The horse has run away!
The sorcerer slammed down on the damp earth, turned into a gray wolf and set off in pursuit: here it is close, here it will catch up ...
The horse ran to the river, hit the ground, turned into a ruff - and flopped into the water, and the wolf followed him like a pike ...
Ruff ran, ran through the water, reached the rafts, where the red maidens wash their linen, threw himself in a golden ring and rolled under the feet of the merchant's daughter.
The merchant's daughter picked up the ring and hid it. And the sorcerer became still a man.
“Give me back,” he pesters her, “my golden ring.”
- Take it! - says the girl and threw the ring to the ground.
As it hit, at that very moment it crumbled into small grains. The sorcerer turned into a rooster and rushed to peck; while pecking, one grain turned into a hawk, and the rooster had a bad time: the hawk pulled him up.
That fairy tale is over, and I'm honey korets.
Vasilisa the Beautiful
(from the collection of A.N. Afanasiev "Folk Russian fairy tales")
In a certain kingdom there lived a merchant. He lived in marriage for twelve years and had only one daughter, Vasilisa the Beautiful. When her mother died, the girl was eight years old. Dying, the merchant's wife called her daughter to her, took the doll out from under the blanket, gave it to her and said: “Listen, Vasilisushka! Remember and fulfill my last words. I am dying and, together with my parental blessing, I leave you this doll; take care of it always with you and do not show it to anyone; and when something bad happens to you, give her something to eat and ask her for advice. She will eat and tell you how to help misfortune. Then the mother kissed her daughter and died.
After the death of his wife, the merchant groaned as he should, and then began to think about how to marry again. He was a good man; there was no business for the brides, but one widow came to his liking most of all. She was already in years, had her two daughters, almost the same age as Vasilisa - therefore, she was both a mistress and an experienced mother. The merchant married a widow, but was deceived and did not find in her a good mother for his Vasilisa. Vasilisa was the first beauty in the whole village; her stepmother and sisters envied her beauty, tormented her with all kinds of work, so that she would lose weight from labor, and turn black from the wind and sun; there was no life at all!
Vasilisa endured everything without a murmur, and every day grew prettier and stouter, and meanwhile the stepmother and her daughters grew thinner and uglier with anger, despite the fact that they always sat with folded hands like ladies. How was it done? Vasilisa was helped by her doll. Without this, where would the girl cope with all the work! On the other hand, Vasilisa herself would not eat it herself, and even leave the doll the tidbit, and in the evening, when everyone had settled down, she would lock herself in the closet where she lived, and regale her, saying: “Here, doll, eat, listen to my grief! I live in the father's house, I do not see myself any joy; the evil stepmother drives me from the white world. Teach me how to be and live and what to do? The doll eats, and then gives her advice and consoles her in grief, and in the morning she does all the work for Vasilisa; she only rests in the cold and picks flowers, and she already has weeded ridges, and watered cabbage, and water has been applied, and the stove has been fired. The chrysalis will also point out to Vasilisa and weed for sunburn. It was good for her to live with a doll.
Several years have passed; Vasilisa grew up and became a bride. All suitors in the city are courting Vasilisa; no one will look at stepmother's daughters. The stepmother is more angry than ever and answers all the suitors: “I will not give out the younger one before the elders!”, And when she sees off the suitors, she takes out the evil on Vasilisa with beatings.
Once a merchant had to leave home for a long time on business. The stepmother moved to live in another house, and near this house there was a dense forest, and in the forest in a clearing there was a hut, and a baba yaga lived in the hut: she did not let anyone near her and ate people like chickens. Having moved to a housewarming party, the merchant's wife would now and then send Vasilisa, whom she hated, into the forest for something, but this one always returned home safely: the doll showed her the way and did not let Baba Yaga go to the hut of the Baba Yaga.
Autumn came. The stepmother distributed evening work to all three girls: she made one to weave lace, the other to knit stockings, and Vasilisa to spin, and all according to their lessons. She put out the fire in the whole house, left one candle where the girls worked, and went to bed herself. The girls worked. Now the candle burned, one of the stepmother's daughters took tongs to straighten the lamp, but instead, on the orders of the mother, as if by accident, she put out the candle. “What are we to do now? the girls said. - There is no fire in the whole house, and our lessons are not over. We must run to Baba Yaga for fire!”
- It’s light for me from the pins! said the one who wove the lace. - I will not go.
“And I won’t go,” said the one who knitted the stocking. - It’s light for me from the knitting needles!
“You go after the fire,” they both shouted. - Go to Baba Yaga! - and pushed Vasilisa out of the room.
Vasilisa went to her closet, put the prepared dinner in front of the doll and said: “Here, doll, eat and listen to my grief: they send me for fire to Baba Yaga; Baba Yaga will eat me!” The doll ate, and her eyes shone like two candles. "Don't be afraid, Vasilisushka! - she said. “Go where they send you, but always keep me with you.” With me, nothing will happen to you at the Baba Yaga. Vasilisa got ready, put her doll in her pocket and, crossing herself, went into the dense forest.
She walks and trembles. Suddenly a rider gallops past her: he is white, dressed in white, the horse under him is white, and the harness on the horse is white - it began to dawn in the yard.
Vasilisa walked all night and all day, only towards the next evening she came out into the clearing where the hut of the yaga-baba stood; a fence around the hut made of human bones, human skulls stick out on the fence, with eyes; instead of doors at the gates - human legs, instead of locks - hands, instead of a lock - a mouth with sharp teeth. Vasilisa was stupefied with horror and became rooted to the spot. Suddenly a rider rides again: he is black himself, dressed in all black and on a black horse; he galloped up to the gates of the Baba Yaga and disappeared, as if he had fallen through the earth - night had come. But the darkness did not last long: the eyes of all the skulls on the fence lit up, and the whole clearing became as bright as the middle of the day. Vasilisa trembled with fear, but, not knowing where to run, remained where she was.
Soon a terrible noise was heard in the forest: the trees cracked, dry leaves crunched; Baba Yaga left the forest - she rides in a mortar, drives with a pestle, sweeps the trail with a broom. She drove up to the gate, stopped and, sniffing around her, shouted:
- Fu-fu! It smells of Russian spirit! Who is there?
Vasilisa approached the old woman fearfully and, bowing low, said:
It's me, grandma! Stepmother's daughters sent me to bring fire to you.
- Well, - said the yaga-baba, - I know them, live in advance and work for me, then I will give you fire; and if not, then I'll eat you!
Then she turned to the gate and cried out:
- Hey, my strong constipation, open up; my wide gates, open!
The gates opened, and the Baba Yaga drove in, whistling, Vasilisa came in after her, and then everything was locked again. Entering the room, the Baba Yaga stretched out and said to Vasilisa:
"Give me what's in the oven, I'm hungry."
Vasilisa lit a torch from those skulls that were on the fence, and began to drag food from the stove and serve the yaga, and the food was cooked up for ten people; from the cellar she brought kvass, honey, beer and wine. She ate everything, the old woman drank everything; Vasilisa left only a little cabbage, a crust of bread, and a piece of pork. The yaga-baba began to go to bed and said: “When I leave tomorrow, you look - clean the yard, sweep the hut, cook dinner, prepare linen, go to the bin, take a quarter of the wheat and clean it from the black. Yes, so that everything is done, otherwise - I will eat you! After such an order, the Baba Yaga began to snore; and Vasilisa put the old woman's leftovers in front of the doll, burst into tears and said: “Here, doll, eat, listen to my grief! The yaga-baba gave me a hard job and threatens to eat me if I don’t do everything; help me!" The doll answered: “Do not be afraid, Vasilisa the Beautiful! Have dinner, pray and go to bed; the morning is wiser than the evening!”
Vasilisa woke up early, and the Baba Yaga had already got up, looked out the window: the eyes of the skulls go out; then a white horseman flashed by - and it was completely dawn. Baba Yaga went out into the yard, whistled - a mortar with a pestle and a broom appeared in front of her. The red horseman flashed by - the sun rose. Baba Yaga sat down in a mortar and drove out of the yard, driving with a pestle, sweeping the trail with a broom. Vasilisa was left alone, looked around the house of the Baba Yaga, marveled at the abundance in everything, and stopped in thought: what kind of work should she take up first of all. Looks, and all the work has already been done; the chrysalis picked out the last grains of nigella from the wheat. “Oh, you, my deliverer! Vasilisa said to the doll. “You saved me from trouble.” “The only thing left for you to do is to cook dinner,” answered the doll, slipping into Vasilisa’s pocket. “Cook with God, and rest in good health!”
By evening, Vasilisa has put it on the table and is waiting for Baba Yaga. It was beginning to get dark, a black horseman glimpsed outside the gate - and it was completely dark; only the eyes of the skulls shone. The trees crackled, the leaves crunched - the Baba Yaga is coming. Vasilisa met her. "Is everything done?" Yaga asks. “Please see for yourself, grandmother!” Vasilisa said. Baba Yaga examined everything, was annoyed that there was nothing to be angry about, and said: “Well, all right!” Then she shouted: “My faithful servants, my hearty friends, grind my wheat!” Three pairs of hands came, grabbed the wheat and carried it out of sight. Baba Yaga ate, began to go to bed and again gave the order to Vasilisa: “Tomorrow you do the same as today, and moreover, take poppy seeds from the bin and clean it from the earth grain by grain, you see, someone, out of the malice of the earth, into it messed up!" The old woman said, turned to the wall and began to snore, and Vasilisa began to feed her doll. The doll ate and said to her in the yesterday's way: “Pray to God and go to bed; morning is wiser than evening, everything will be done, Vasilisushka!
The next morning, the Baba Yaga again left the yard in a mortar, and Vasilisa and the doll immediately fixed all the work. The old woman returned, looked around and shouted: “My faithful servants, my hearty friends, squeeze oil out of poppy seeds!” Three pairs of hands appeared, grabbed the poppy and carried it out of sight. Baba Yaga sat down to dine; she eats, and Vasilisa stands in silence.
"Why aren't you talking to me?" Baba Yaga said. - You stand like a dumb!
“You didn’t dare,” answered Vasilisa, “and if you will allow me, I would like to ask you something about something.
- Ask; only not every question leads to good: you will know a lot, you will soon grow old!
- I want to ask you, grandmother, only about what I saw: when I was walking towards you, I was overtaken by a rider on a white horse, himself white and in white clothes: who is he?
“This is my clear day,” answered the Baba Yaga.
- Then another rider on a red horse overtook me, he himself is red and all dressed in red; Who is this?
This is my red sun! Baba Yaga answered.
“And what does the black rider who overtook me at your very gates mean, grandmother?”
“This is my dark night - all my faithful servants!
Vasilisa remembered the three pairs of hands and was silent.
Why don't you ask yet? Baba Yaga said.
- It will be from me and this; Well, you yourself, grandmother, said that you will learn a lot - you will grow old.
“It’s good,” said the Baba Yaga, “that you only ask about what you saw outside the yard, and not in the yard!” I do not like to have rubbish taken out of my hut, and I eat too curious! Now I'll ask you: how do you manage to do the work that I'm asking you?
“My mother’s blessing helps me,” answered Vasilisa.
- So that's it! Get away from me, blessed daughter! I don't need the blessed.
She dragged Vasilisa out of the room and pushed her out of the gate, removed one skull with burning eyes from the fence and, pointing at a stick, gave it to her and said:
- Here is a fire for your stepmother's daughters, take it; That's what they sent you here for."
Vasilisa ran home by the light of the skull, which went out only at the onset of morning, and finally, by the evening of the next day, she reached her house. Approaching the gate, she wanted to throw the skull. "That's right, at home," he thinks to himself, "they don't need fire anymore." But suddenly a dull voice was heard from the skull: “Don’t leave me, take me to my stepmother! »
She glanced at her stepmother's house and, not seeing a light in any window, decided to go there with the skull. For the first time they met her affectionately and told that since she left, they had not had a fire in the house: they could not carve it themselves, and the fire that was brought from the neighbors went out as soon as they entered the upper room with it. "Perhaps your fire will hold on!" the stepmother said. They carried the skull into the chamber; and the eyes from the skull look at the stepmother and her daughters, they burn! They had to hide, but wherever they rush, eyes everywhere follow them; by morning it had completely burned them into coal; Vasilisa alone was not touched.
In the morning, Vasilisa buried the skull in the ground, locked the house, went to the city and asked to live with a rootless old woman; lives for himself and waits for his father. Here she somehow says to the old woman: “It’s boring for me to sit idle, grandmother! Go buy me the best linen; At least I'll spin." The old woman bought good flax; Vasilisa sat down to work, the work burns with her, and the yarn comes out smooth and thin, like a hair. A lot of yarn has accumulated;
it’s time to start weaving, but they won’t find such birds * that would be suitable for Vasilisa’s yarn; no one dares to do something. Vasilisa began to ask her doll, and she said: “Bring me some old reed, and an old canoe, and a horse's mane; I'll fix everything for you."
Vasilisa got everything she needed and went to bed, and the doll prepared a glorious camp overnight. By the end of winter, the fabric is also woven, so thin that it can be threaded through a needle instead of a thread. In the spring, the canvas was bleached, and Vasilisa said to the old woman: “Sell, grandmother, this canvas, and take the money for yourself.” The old woman looked at the goods and gasped: “No, child! There is no one to wear such a canvas, except for the king; I'll take it to the palace."
The old woman went to the royal chambers and kept walking past the windows. The king saw and asked:
"What do you want, old lady?"
“Your royal majesty,” the old woman answers, “I brought an outlandish product; I don't want to show it to anyone but you.
The king ordered to let the old woman in, and when he saw the canvas, he was indignant.
- What do you want for it? the king asked.
- He has no price, the king-father! I brought it to you as a gift.
The king thanked and sent the old woman with gifts.
They began to sew shirts for the king from that linen; they cut them open, but nowhere could they find a seamstress who would undertake to work them. Long searched; Finally the king called the old woman and said:
“If you knew how to spin and weave such a cloth, know how to sew shirts out of it.
“It was not I, sir, who spun and wove the cloth,” said the old woman, “this is the work of my adopted son, the girl.”
- Well, let her sew!
The old woman returned home and told Vasilisa about everything. “I knew,” Vasilisa tells her, “that this work would not pass by my hands.” She locked herself in her chamber, set to work; she sewed tirelessly, and soon a dozen shirts were ready.
The old woman carried the shirts to the king, and Vasilisa washed, combed her hair, dressed and sat down under the window. He sits and waits to see what will happen. He sees: a royal servant is going to the yard to the old woman; entered the chamber and said: "The Tsar-sovereign wants to see the artisan who worked for him shirts, and reward her from his royal hands." Vasilisa went and appeared before the eyes of the king. As the king saw Vasilisa the Beautiful, he fell in love with her without memory. “No,” he says, “my beauty! I will not part with you; you will be my wife." Then the tsar took Vasilisa by the white hands, seated her beside him, and there they played a wedding. Soon Vasilisa's father also returned, rejoiced at her fate and remained to live with his daughter. She took the old woman Vasilisa to her place, and at the end of her life she always carried the doll in her pocket.
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