Saying
The owl was flying -
Cheerful head;
So she flew, flew and sat down;
She twirled her tail
Yes, I looked around...
This is a saying. What about a fairy tale?
The whole fairy tale is ahead.
Russian folk tale "The Golden Egg"
There lived a grandfather and a woman,
And they had Ryaba chicken.
The hen laid an egg:
The egg is not simple, golden.
Grandfather beat, beat -
Didn't break it;
Baba beat, beat -
Didn't break it.
The mouse ran
She waved her tail -
The egg fell
And it crashed.
Grandfather and woman are crying;
The hen clucks:
- Don't cry, grandfather, don't cry, woman.
I'll lay another egg for you,
Not golden, simple.
Russian folk tale "Turnip"
Grandfather planted a turnip and the turnip grew big and big. The grandfather began to pull the turnip out of the ground: he pulled and pulled, but could not pull it out.
The grandfather called the grandmother for help. Grandma for grandfather, grandfather for turnip: they pull and pull, but they can’t pull it out.
The grandmother called her granddaughter. The granddaughter for the grandmother, the grandmother for the grandfather, the grandfather for the turnip: they pull and pull, but they cannot pull it out.
The granddaughter called to Zhuchka. A bug for a granddaughter, a granddaughter for a grandmother, a grandmother for a grandfather, a grandfather for a turnip: they pull and pull, but they can’t pull it out.
The bug called the cat Masha. Masha for the Bug, Zhuchka for the granddaughter, granddaughter for the grandmother, grandmother for the grandfather, grandfather for the turnip: they pull and pull, but they can’t pull it out.
The cat Masha clicked the mouse. Mouse for Masha, Masha for Bug, Bug for granddaughter, granddaughter for grandmother, grandmother for grandfather, grandfather for turnip: pull and pull - they pulled out the turnip!
Russian folk tale "Kolobok"
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman.
So the old man asks:
- Bake me a bun for me, old lady.
- What should I bake it from? There is no flour.
- Eh, old woman, sweep the barn, scratch the knots - and you’ll get enough.
The old woman did just that: she swept, scraped together two handfuls of flour, kneaded the dough with sour cream, rolled it into a bun, fried it in oil and laid it on the window to dry.
The little bun got tired of lying, he rolled from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor and to the door, jumping over the threshold into the entryway, from the entryway to the porch, from the porch to the yard, and then beyond the gate further and further.
The bun is rolling along the road, and a hare meets it:
- No, don’t eat me, scythe, but rather listen to what song I’ll sing for you.
The hare raised his ears, and the bun sang:
I am a bun, a bun!
It's sweeping through the barn,
Scratching along the knots,
Mixed with sour cream,
Sat in the oven,
It's cold at the window.
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
It’s not smart to get away from you, hare.
The bun is rolling along a path in the forest, and towards it gray wolf:
- Kolobok, Kolobok! I'll eat you!
“Don’t eat me, gray wolf: I’ll sing you a song.”
And the bun sang:
I am a bun, a bun!
It's sweeping through the barn,
Scratching along the knots,
Mixed with sour cream,
Sat in the oven,
It's cold at the window.
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare
It’s not smart to get away from you, wolf.
The bun is rolling through the forest, and a bear comes towards it, breaking brushwood, bending bushes to the ground.
- Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you!
- Well, where can you, clubfoot, eat me! Better listen to my song.
The gingerbread man began to sing, and Misha's ears perked up.
I am a bun, a bun!
It's sweeping through the barn,
Scratching along the knots,
Mixed with sour cream,
Sat in the oven,
It's cold at the window..
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare
I left the wolf
It would be a pain to leave you, bear.
And the bun rolled - the bear just looked after it.
The bun rolls, and a fox meets it:
- Hello, bun! How handsome and rosy you are!
Kolobok is glad that he was praised and began to sing his song, and the fox listens and creeps closer and closer.
I am a bun, a bun!
It's sweeping through the barn,
Scratching along the knots,
Mixed with sour cream,
Sat in the oven,
It's cold at the window.
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare
I left the wolf
Left the bear
It’s not smart to get away from you, fox.
- Nice song! - said the fox. “The trouble is, my dear, that I’ve become old and can’t hear well.” Sit on my face and sing it one more time.
Kolobok was delighted that his song was praised, jumped on the fox’s face and sang:
I am a bun, a bun!..
And his fox is a racket! - and ate it.
Russian folk tale "The Cockerel and the Bean Seed"
Once upon a time there lived a cockerel and a hen. The cockerel was in a hurry, still in a hurry, and the hen kept saying to herself:
- Petya, don’t rush, Petya, don’t rush.
Once a cockerel pecked bean seeds in a hurry and choked. He's choking, can't breathe, can't hear, as if he's lying dead.
The chicken got scared, rushed to the owner, shouting:
- Oh, hostess, quickly let some oil lubricate the cockerel’s neck: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
The hostess says:
“Run quickly to the cow, ask her for milk, and I’ll whip up some butter.”
The chicken rushed to the cow:
“Cow, my dear, give me some milk quickly, the hostess will make butter out of the milk, I’ll lubricate the cockerel’s neck with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.”
“Go quickly to the owner, let him bring me some fresh grass.”
The chicken runs to its owner:
- Master! Master! Quickly give the cow some fresh grass, the cow will give milk, the hostess will make butter from the milk, I will lubricate the cockerel’s neck with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.
- Run quickly to the blacksmith for a scythe.
The chicken ran as fast as she could to the blacksmith:
- Blacksmith, blacksmith, quickly give the owner a good scythe. The owner will give the cow grass, the cow will give milk, the hostess will give me butter, I will lubricate the cockerel’s neck: 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, and gave butter to the chicken.
The chicken greased the neck of the cockerel. The bean seed slipped through. The cockerel jumped up and shouted at the top of his lungs:
“Ku-ka-re-ku!”
Russian folk tale "The Little Goats and the Wolf"
Once upon a time there lived a goat. The goat made herself a hut in the forest. Every day the goat went to the forest for food. She herself will leave, and tells the children to lock themselves tightly and not open the doors to anyone.
The goat returns home, knocks on the door with its horns and sings:
- Little goats, little kids,
Open up, open up!
Your mother has come,
I brought milk.
I, a goat, was in the forest,
I ate silk grass,
I drank cold water;
Milk runs down the shelf,
From the markings to the hooves,
And from the hooves there is dirt in the cheese.
The kids will hear their mother and open the door for her. She will feed them and go off to graze again.
The wolf overheard the goat and, when she left, went up to the door of the hut and sang in a thick, very fat voice:
- You, children, you, fathers,
Open up, open up!
Your mother has come,
Brought milk...
The hooves are full of water!
The little goats listened to the wolf and said:
And they did not open the door to the wolf. The wolf left unsalted.
The mother came and praised the children for listening to her:
“You are smart, kids, for not opening the door to the wolf, otherwise he would have eaten you.”
Russian folk tale "Teremok"
There was a tower in the field. A fly flew in and knocked:
Nobody responds. A fly fly flew in and began to live in it.
A jumping flea galloped up:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?
- I, a grief fly. Who are you?
- And I’m a jumping flea.
- Come live with me.
The jumping flea jumped into the little house, and they began to live together.
A squeaking mosquito has arrived:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?
- I, a burning fly, and a jumping flea. Who are you?
- And I am a squeaking mosquito.
- Come live with us.
The three of them began to live together.
A little mouse came running:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?
- I, a burning fly, a jumping flea and a squeaking mosquito. Who are you?
- And I’m a little mouse.
- Come live with us.
The four of them began to live.
The frog-frog jumped up:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?
- I, a burning fly, a jumping flea, a squeaking mosquito and a little mouse. Who are you?
- And I'm a frog.
- Come live with us.
Five began to live.
The stray bunny galloped up:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?
- I, a fly-fly, a flea-hopper, a mosquito-squeaker, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog. Who are you?
- And I’m a stray bunny.
- Come live with us.
There were six of them.
The little fox-sister came running:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?
- I, a fly-fly, a flea-hopper, a mosquito-squeaker, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog and a stray bunny. Who are you?
- And I am a fox-sister.
There were seven of them living.
A gray wolf came to the mansion - grabbing from behind the bushes.
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?
- I, a fly-fly, a flea-hopper, a mosquito-squeaker, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog, a rogue bunny and a little fox-sister. Who are you?
“And I’m a gray wolf, grasping from behind the bushes.”
They began to live and live.
A bear came to the mansion and knocked:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?
“I, a fly-fly, a flea-hopper, a mosquito-squeaker, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog, a stray bunny, a little fox-sister, and a wolf—grabbing from behind the bushes.” Who are you?
- And I’m a bear - you crush everyone. If I lie down on the tower, I’ll crush everyone!
They got scared and everyone ran away from the mansion!
And the bear hit the tower with its paw and broke it.
Russian folk tale “The Cockerel is the 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 blackbird go into the forest to chop wood, and leave the cockerel alone.
If they leave, they are severely punished:
“We’ll go far, but you stay to be a housekeeper, and don’t raise your voice; when the fox comes, don’t look out the window.”
The fox found out that the cat and thrush were not at home, ran to the hut, sat under the window and sang:
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden comb,
Butterhead,
Silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you some peas.
The cockerel put his head out the window. The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.
The cockerel crowed:
The fox is carrying me
For the dark forests,
For fast rivers,
For the high mountains...
Cat and blackbird, save me!..
The cat and the blackbird heard it, gave chase and took the cockerel from the fox.
Another time, the cat and the blackbird went into the forest to chop wood and again punished:
- Well, now, rooster, don’t look out the window! We will go even further, we will not hear your voice.
They left, and the fox again ran to the hut and sang:
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden comb,
Butterhead,
Silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you some peas.
The guys were running
The wheat was scattered
The chickens are pecking
Roosters are not given...
- Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!
The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.
The cockerel crowed:
The fox is carrying me
For the dark forests,
For fast rivers,
For the high mountains...
Cat and blackbird, save me!..
The cat and the blackbird heard it and rushed in pursuit. The cat is running, the blackbird is flying... They caught up with the fox - the cat is fighting, the blackbird is pecking, and the cockerel is taken away.
Whether long or short, the cat and the blackbird gathered again in the forest to chop wood. When leaving, they strictly 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 blackbird went far into the forest to chop wood. And the fox is right there - he sat under the window and sings:
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden comb,
Butterhead,
Silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you some peas.
The cockerel sits and says nothing. And the fox again:
The guys were running
The wheat was scattered
The chickens are pecking
Roosters are not given...
The cockerel keeps quiet. And the fox again:
People were running
Nuts were poured
The chickens are pecking
Roosters are not given...
The cockerel put his head out the window:
- Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!
The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him into her hole, beyond the dark forests, beyond the fast rivers, beyond the high mountains...
No matter how much the cockerel crowed or called, the cat and the blackbird did not hear him. And when we returned home, the cockerel was gone.
The cat and the blackbird ran in Fox's footsteps. The cat is running, the thrush is flying... They ran to the fox's hole. The cat set up the caterpillars and let’s practice:
Ring, rattle, harpers,
Golden strings...
Is Lisafya-kuma still at home?
Are you in your warm nest?
The fox listened, listened and thought:
“Let me see who plays the harp so well and hums sweetly.”
She took it and crawled out of the hole. The cat and the blackbird grabbed her - and began to beat and beat her. They beat and beat her until she lost her legs.
They took the cockerel, put it in a basket and brought it home.
And from then on they began to live and be, and they still 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’ll go, daughter, into the city, bring you a bun, buy you a handkerchief; and you be smart, take care of your brother, don’t leave the yard.
The old people left; the girl sat her brother down on the grass under the window, and she ran outside and started playing. The geese swooped in, picked up the boy and carried him away on their wings.
The girl came running, and lo and behold, there was no brother! She rushed here and there - no! The girl called, the brother called, but he didn’t respond. She ran out into an open field - a flock of geese darted in the distance and disappeared behind dark forest. “That’s right, the geese carried away my brother!” — the girl thought and set off to catch up with the geese.
The girl ran, ran, and saw that there was 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 fly?
“Eat my forest apple, then I’ll tell you.”
“My father doesn’t even eat garden vegetables!” - the girl said and ran on.
The girl runs and sees: a milk river is flowing - the banks of jelly.
- 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 came across her. The girl wanted to push the hedgehog, but she was afraid of getting hurt and asked:
- Hedgehog, hedgehog, where did the geese fly?
The hedgehog showed the way to the girl. The girl ran along the road and saw a hut standing on chicken legs, and it was turning around. In the hut sits a Baba Yaga, a bone leg, a clay muzzle; My brother is sitting on a bench by the window, playing with golden apples. The girl crept to the window, grabbed her brother and ran home. And Baba Yaga called the geese and sent them in pursuit of the girl.
A girl is running, and the geese are completely catching up with her. Where to go? A girl ran to a milk river with jelly banks:
- Rechenka, my dear, cover me!
- Eat my simple jelly with milk.
The girl sipped jelly with milk. Then the river hid the girl under a steep bank, and the geese flew past.
The girl ran out from under the bank and ran further, but the geese saw her and again set off in pursuit. What should a girl do? She ran to the apple tree:
- Apple tree, my dear, hide me!
“Eat my forest apple, then I’ll hide it.”
The girl has nothing to do, she ate a forest apple. The apple tree covered the girl with branches, and the geese flew past.
The girl came out from under the apple tree and started running home. She runs, and the geese see her again - and come after her! They swoop down completely, flapping their wings over their heads. The girl barely ran to the stove:
- Oven, mother, hide me!
- Eat my rye pie, then I’ll hide it.
The girl quickly ate the rye pie and climbed into the oven. The geese flew past.
The girl got out of the stove and ran home at full speed. The geese saw the girl again and again chased her. They were about to swoop in, hit him in the face with their wings, and before long they would tear my brother out of his 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, screamed, and then flew to Baba Yaga with nothing.
An old man and an old woman came home and saw that the boy was at home, alive and well. They gave the girl a bun and a handkerchief.
Russian folk tale "The Crow"
Once upon a time there lived a crow, and she did not live alone, but with nannies, mothers, small children, and neighbors near and far. Birds arrived from overseas, large and small, geese and swans, little birds and little birds, built nests in the mountains, in valleys, in forests, in meadows and laid eggs.
The crow noticed this and, well, offend migratory birds and steal their testicles!
An owl was flying and saw that a crow was hurting large and small birds and carrying their testicles.
“Wait,” he says, “you worthless crow, we will find justice and punishment for you!”
And he flew far away, into the stone mountains, to the gray eagle. He arrived and asked:
- Father gray eagle, give us your righteous judgment on the offender crow! From her there is no life for either the small ones or big birds: he destroys our nests, steals our cubs, steals eggs and feeds his crows with them!
The gray eagle shook his head and sent his light, smaller ambassador, a sparrow, after the crow. The sparrow fluttered up and flew after the crow. She was about to make an excuse, but all the power of the birds, all the birdies, rose up against her, and well, pluck, peck, and drive her to the eagle for judgment. There was nothing to do - she croaked and flew, and all the birds took off and rushed after her.
So they flew to the eagle’s dwelling and settled in it, and the crow stood in the middle and preened in front of the eagle, preening itself.
And the eagle began to interrogate the crow:
“They say about you, crow, that you open your mouth for other people’s goods, that you steal young and eggs from large and small birds!”
“It’s a lie, Father Gray Eagle, it’s a lie, I only pick up shells!”
“Another complaint about you comes to me that when a peasant comes out to sow the arable land, you rise up with all your crows and, well, peck the seeds!”
- It’s a lie, Father Gray Eagle, it’s a lie! With my girlfriends, small children, children, and household members, I only carry worms from fresh arable land!
“And people everywhere are crying at you that when they cut the bread and pile the sheaves into heaps, you will fly in with all your crows and let’s play mischief, stir up the sheaves and break the heaps!”
- It’s a lie, Father Gray Eagle, it’s a lie! We are helping for the sake of a good cause - we sort out the haystacks, we give access to the sun and the wind so that the bread does not sprout and the grain dries out!
The eagle got angry with the old liar crow and ordered her to be locked up in a prison, in a lattice house, 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 lived a gray Bunny in a field, and there lived a little sister Fox.
That’s how the frosts started, the Bunny began to shed, and when the cold winter came, with a blizzard and snowdrifts, the Bunny completely turned white from the cold, and he decided to build himself a hut: he trained the little ones and let’s fence the hut. The Fox saw this and said:
- What are you doing, little one?
“You see, I’m building a hut because of the cold.”
“Look, what a quick-witted one,” I thought.
Fox, - let me build a hut - but not a popular house, but chambers, a crystal Palace!
So she began to carry ice and lay the hut.
Both huts ripened at once, and our animals began to live in their own homes.
Liska looks through the icy little window and chuckles at the Bunny: “Look, Blackfoot, what a shack you’ve built! It’s my business: it’s both pure and bright - just like a crystal palace!”
Everything was fine for the fox in winter, but when spring came and winter began to drive away the snow and warm the earth, then Liskin’s palace melted and ran downhill with water. How can Liska survive without a home? So she lay in wait when Bunny came out of his hut for a walk, to nibble snow grass and bunny cabbage, sneaked into Bunny’s hut and climbed onto the floor.
Bunny came, poked his head into the door - it was locked.
He waited a little and began knocking again.
“It’s me, master, the gray Bunny, let me in, Little Fox.”
“Get out, I won’t let you in,” answered the Fox.
Bunny waited and said:
- Stop joking, Foxy, let me go, I really want to sleep.
And Lisa responded:
“Wait, scythe, that’s how I’ll jump out, jump out, and go shake you, only shreds will fly in the wind!”
The Bunny cried and went wherever his eyes led him. He met a gray wolf:
- Great, Bunny, what are you crying about, what are you grieving about?
- How can I not grieve, not grieve: I had a bast hut, Lisa’s was an ice hut. The fox's hut melted, went away like water, she captured mine and won't let me, the owner, in!
“But wait,” said the Wolf, “we will kick her out!”
- It’s unlikely, Volchenka, we’ll kick her out, she’s firmly entrenched!
“I’m not me if I don’t kick Lisa out!” - the Wolf growled.
So the Bunny was happy and went with the Wolf to chase the Fox. We've arrived.
- Hey, Lisa Patrikeevna, get out of someone else’s hut! - shouted the Wolf.
And the Fox answered him from the hut:
“Wait, just as soon as I get off the stove, I’ll jump out, I’ll jump out, and I’ll go and beat you up, and the pieces will just fly in the wind!”
- Oh-oh, so angry! - the Wolf grumbled, tucked his tail and ran into the forest, and the Bunny remained crying in the field.
The Bull is coming:
- Great, Bunny, what are you grieving about, what are you crying about?
“But how can I not grieve, how can I not grieve: I had a bast hut, Lisa’s had an ice hut.” The fox's hut has melted, she has captured mine, and now she won't let me, the owner, home!
“But wait,” said the Bull, “we’ll kick her out.”
- No, Little Bull, it’s unlikely to drive her out, she’s firmly entrenched, the Wolf has already driven her out - he hasn’t kicked her out, and you, Bull, can’t kick her out!
“I’m not me if I don’t kick you out,” the Bull mumbled.
The Bunny was happy and went with the Bull to save the Fox. We've arrived.
- Hey, Lisa Patrikeevna, get out of someone else's hut! - Bull mumbled.
And Lisa answered him:
“Wait, just as soon as I get off the stove, I’m going to go whip you, Bull, until the shreds fly in the wind!”
- Oh-oh, so angry! — the Bull mooed, threw his head back and let’s run away.
The bunny sat down next to a hummock and cried.
Here comes Mishka-Bear and says:
- Hello, oblique, what are you grieving about, what are you crying about?
“But how can I not grieve, how can I not grieve: I had a bast hut, and the Fox had an ice hut.” The fox's hut has melted, she has captured mine and won't let me, the owner, home!
“But wait,” said the Bear, “we’ll kick her out!”
- No, Mikhailo Potapych, it’s unlikely to kick her out, she’s firmly entrenched. The wolf chased, but did not drive out. The bull drove - he didn’t drive him out, and you can’t drive him out!
“It’s not me,” the Bear roared, “if I don’t survive the Fox!”
So the Bunny was happy and went, bouncing, with the Bear to chase the Fox. We've arrived.
“Hey, Lisa Patrikeevna,” the Bear roared, “get out of someone else’s hut!”
And Lisa answered him:
“Wait, Mikhailo Potapych, just like I’m getting off the stove, I’ll jump out, I’ll jump out, I’ll go and scold you, you clumsy one, until the shreds fly in the wind!”
- Oooh, K8.K8.I'm fierce! - the Bear roared and began to run away.
What about the Hare? He began to beg the Fox, but the Fox didn’t even listen. So the Bunny began to cry and went wherever he looked and met the Kochet, the Red Rooster, with a saber on his shoulder.
- Great, Bunny, how are you doing, what are you grieving about, what are you crying about?
“How can I not grieve, how can I not grieve, if I’m being driven away from my native ashes?” I had a bast hut, and Lisitsa had an ice hut. The fox's hut has melted, she has taken over mine and won't let me, the owner, go home!
“But wait,” said the Rooster, “we’ll kick her out!”
- It’s unlikely, Petenka, you should kick him out, she’s stuck in too tightly! The Wolf chased her but didn’t kick her out, the Bull chased her but didn’t kick her out, the Bear chased her but didn’t kick her out, how can you control it!
“We’ll try,” said the Cockerel and went with the Hare to drive the Fox out.
When they arrived at the hut, the Rooster crowed:
He walks on his heels,
Carrying a saber on his shoulders
He wants to kill Liska,
Sew yourself a hat -
Come out, Lisa, have pity on yourself!
When Lisa heard Petukhova’s threat, she got scared and said:
- Wait, Cockerel, golden comb, silk beard!
And the Rooster cries:
- Ku-ka-re-ku, I’ll chop everything up!
- Petenka-Cockerel, take pity on the old bones, let me throw on a fur coat!
And the Rooster, standing at the door, shouts to himself:
He walks on his heels,
Carrying a saber on his shoulders
He wants to kill Liska,
Sew yourself a hat -
Come out, Lisa, have pity on yourself!
There was nothing to do, nowhere to go, the Fox 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 accumulate goods.
Russian folk tale "The Fox and the Crane"
The fox and the crane became friends, even had sex with him in someone’s homeland.
So one day the fox decided to treat the crane and went to invite him to visit her:
- Come, kumanek, come, dear! How I can treat you!
The crane is going to a feast, and the fox made semolina porridge and spread it on the plate. Served and served:
- Eat, my little darling! I cooked it myself.
The crane slammed its nose, knocked, knocked, nothing hit!
And at this time the fox was licking and licking the porridge, so she ate it all herself.
The porridge is eaten; fox says:
- Don't blame me, dear godfather! There is nothing else to treat.
- Thank you, godfather, and that’s it! Come visit me!
The next day the fox comes, and the crane prepared okroshka, put it in a jug with a small neck, put it on the table and said:
- Eat, gossip! Really, there’s nothing else to regale you with.
The fox began to spin around the jug, and would go in this way, and that way, and lick it, and sniff it, and still get nothing! My head won't fit into the jug. Meanwhile, the crane pecks and pecks until it has eaten everything.
- Well, don’t blame me, godfather! There is nothing more to treat!
The fox was annoyed: she thought that she would have enough to eat for a whole week, but she went home as if she was slurping unsalted food. As it came back, so it responded!
Since then, the fox and the crane have been apart in their friendship.
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7. Masha and the Bear
8. Morozko
9. The Man and the Bear (Tops and Roots)
10. Cockerel - Golden comb and millstones
11. By pike command
13. Sister Alyonushka and brother Ivanushka
14. Sivka-Burka
15. Snow Maiden
16. Teremok
5. Legless and armless heroes
6. Legless and blind heroes
8. Birch and three falcons
9. Hunter Brothers
10. Well done Bulat
11. Bukhtan Bukhtanovich
14. The Witch and the Sun's Sister
15. Prophetic boy
16. Prophetic dream
17. There is a sun in the forehead, a month on the back of the head, stars on the sides
18. Mushroom War
19. Magic water
22. Magic berries
23. Magic horse
24. Clay guy
28. Two from the bag
29. Girl in the well
30. Wooden eagle
31. Elena the Wise
32. Emelya the Fool
33. The Firebird and Vasilisa the Princess
34. The Enchanted Princess
35. Animal milk
36. Golden Slipper
37. Golden Cockerel
38. Dawn, evening and midnight
39. Ivan - widow's son
40. Ivan - son of a cow
41. Ivan - peasant son and Miracle Yudo
42. Ivan - a peasant's son
43. Ivan the Talentless and Elena the Wise
44. Ivan is a peasant son and a peasant himself with a mustache for seven miles
45. Ivan Tsarevich and the White Polyanin
47. Kikimora
51. Horse, tablecloth and horn
52. Korolevich and his uncle
55. Flying ship
57. Dashing one-eyed
58. Lutonyushka
59. Boy with Thumb
60. Marya Morevna
61. Marya-Krasa - long braid
62. Masha and the Bear
63. Medvedko, Usynya, Gorynya and Duginya heroes
64. Copper, silver and golden kingdoms
67. Wise maiden
68. The wise maiden and the seven thieves
69. Wise wife
70. Wise answers
71. Nesmeyana the Princess
72. Night dancing
73. Petrified Kingdom
74. Shepherd's pipe
75. Cockerel - Golden comb and millstones
76. Feather of Finist the clear falcon
77. Knee-deep in gold, elbow-deep in silver
78. At the behest of the pike
79. Go there - I don’t know where, bring that - I don’t know what
80. Truth and Falsehood
81. Fake illness
82. About a stupid snake and a smart soldier
83. Bird's tongue
84. Robbers
85. Seven Simeons
86. Silver saucer and pouring apple
87. Sister Alyonushka and brother Ivanushka
88. Sivka-Burka
89. The Tale of Vasilisa, the Golden Braid, and Ivan the Pea
90. The Tale of the Bonebreaker Bear and Ivan, the Merchant's Son
91. The Tale of Rejuvenating Apples and Living Water
92. The Tale of Ivan the Tsarevich, the Firebird and the Gray Wolf
93. Tales of the brave knight Ukrom-Tabunshchik
94. Tablecloth, ram and bag
95. Fast messenger
96. Snow Maiden
97. Snow Maiden and Fox
98. The soldier delivers the princess
99. Sun, Moon and Raven Voronovich
100. Suma, give me some wisdom!
101. Tereshechka
102. Three kingdoms - copper, silver and gold
103. Finist - clear falcon
105. Tricky science
106. Crystal Mountain
107. Princess solving riddles
110. Tsar Maiden
111. Tsar Bear
112. Chivy, chivy, chivychok...
113. Wonderful shirt
114. Wonderful little shoes
115. Wonderful box
8. Wolf, quail and jerk
10. Crow and cancer
11. Where was the goat?
12. Stupid wolf
13. Crane and heron
14. For a little shoe - a chicken, for a chicken - a goose
16. Hares and frogs
17. Animals in the pit
18. Winter quarters of animals
19. Golden horse
20. Golden Cockerel
21. How the wolf became a bird
22. How the fox learned to fly
23. How the fox sewed a fur coat for the wolf
27. Cat - gray forehead, goat and ram
28. Cat and Fox
29. Cat, Rooster and Fox
30. Kochet and chicken
31. Crooked duck
32. Kuzma is soon rich
33. Chicken, mouse and black grouse
34. Lion, pike and man
35. Fox is a wanderer
36. Fox and blackbird
37. Fox and crane
38. Fox and goat
39. Fox and jug
40. Fox and bast shoe
41. Fox and cancer
44. Fox Confessor
45. Fox midwife
46. The fox-maiden and Kotofey Ivanovich
47. Fox-sister and wolf
48. Masha and the Bear
49. Bear - fake leg
50. Bear and fox
51. Bear and dog
52. The Man and the Bear (Tops and Roots)
53. Man, bear and fox
54. Mouse and Sparrow
55. Scared wolves
56. Scared bear and wolves
57. Wrong court of birds
58. No goat with nuts
59. About Vaska - Muska
60. About the toothy pike
61. Sheep, fox and wolf
62. Rooster and bob
63. Rooster and hen
64. Cockerel
65. Cockerel - Golden comb and millstones
66. At the behest of the pike
67. Promised
68. About the toothy mouse and about the rich sparrow
69. About the old lady and the bull
71. Mitten
72. The Tale of Ersha Ershovich, Shchetinnikov’s son
73. The Tale of Ivan the Tsarevich, the Firebird and the Gray Wolf
74. Tar goby
75. The Old Man and the Wolf
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An invaluable source of wisdom and inspiration for a child. In this section you can read your favorite fairy tales online for free and give children the first important lessons of world order and morality. It is from the magical narrative that children learn about good and evil, and also that these concepts are far from absolute. Each fairy tale presents its brief description , which will help parents choose a topic that is relevant to the child’s age and give him a choice.
| Fairy tale title | Source | Rating |
|---|---|---|
| Vasilisa the Beautiful | Russian folk | 436564 |
| Morozko | Russian folk | 304419 |
| Aibolit | Korney Chukovsky | 1244492 |
| The Adventures of Sinbad the Sailor | Arabian tale | 267541 |
| Snowman | Andersen H.K. | 159268 |
| Moidodyr | Korney Chukovsky | 1232445 |
| Porridge from an ax | Russian folk | 328344 |
| Scarlet flower | Aksakov S.T. | 1770752 |
| Teremok | Russian folk | 513837 |
| Fly-Tsokotuha | Korney Chukovsky | 1357361 |
| Little Mermaid | Andersen H.K. | 558118 |
| Fox and crane | Russian folk | 253954 |
| Barmaley | Korney Chukovsky | 563596 |
| Fedorino grief | Korney Chukovsky | 962946 |
| Sivka-Burka | Russian folk | 233813 |
| Green oak near Lukomorye | Pushkin A.S. | 934909 |
| Twelve months | Samuel Marshak | 1055088 |
| Bremen Town Musicians | Brothers Grimm | 302830 |
| Puss in Boots | Charles Perrault | 516002 |
| The Tale of Tsar Saltan | Pushkin A.S. | 757944 |
| The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish | Pushkin A.S. | 690592 |
| Tale of dead princess and seven heroes | Pushkin A.S. | 346650 |
| The Tale of the Golden Cockerel | Pushkin A.S. | 284137 |
| Thumbelina | Andersen H.K. | 252541 |
| Snow Queen | Andersen H.K. | 291495 |
| Fast walkers | Andersen H.K. | 35888 |
| sleeping Beauty | Charles Perrault | 136956 |
| Little Red Riding Hood | Charles Perrault | 296861 |
| Tom Thumb | Charles Perrault | 210817 |
| Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs | Brothers Grimm | 199024 |
| Snow White and Alotsvetik | Brothers Grimm | 50690 |
| Wolf and seven kids | Brothers Grimm | 167147 |
| Hare and hedgehog | Brothers Grimm | 152885 |
| Mrs. Metelitsa | Brothers Grimm | 107597 |
| Sweet porridge | Brothers Grimm | 217036 |
| The Princess and the Pea | Andersen H.K. | 131870 |
| Crane and Heron | Russian folk | 37967 |
| Cinderella | Charles Perrault | 458464 |
| The Tale of a Stupid Mouse | Samuel Marshak | 408045 |
| Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves | Arabian tale | 164848 |
| Aladdin's magic lamp | Arabian tale | 289186 |
| Cat, rooster and fox | Russian folk | 166320 |
| Chicken Ryaba | Russian folk | 411129 |
| Fox and cancer | Russian folk | 103622 |
| Fox-sister and wolf | Russian folk | 109513 |
| Masha and the Bear | Russian folk | 340763 |
| The Sea King and Vasilisa the Wise | Russian folk | 110206 |
| Snow Maiden | Russian folk | 69224 |
| Three Little Pigs | Russian folk | 2360478 |
| Ugly duckling | Andersen H.K. | 153885 |
| Wild swans | Andersen H.K. | 70598 |
| Flint | Andersen H.K. | 85576 |
| Ole Lukoje | Andersen H.K. | 153817 |
| Persistent tin soldier | Andersen H.K. | 55128 |
| Baba Yaga | Russian folk | 154777 |
| Magic pipe | Russian folk | 158745 |
| Magic ring | Russian folk | 192490 |
| Grief | Russian folk | 26058 |
| Geese Swans | Russian folk | 122040 |
| Daughter and stepdaughter | Russian folk | 27824 |
| Ivan Tsarevich and the Gray Wolf | Russian folk | 85598 |
| Treasure | Russian folk | 57515 |
| Kolobok | Russian folk | 201483 |
| Living water | Brothers Grimm | 98864 |
| Rapunzel | Brothers Grimm | 173030 |
| Rumpelstiltskin | Brothers Grimm | 53537 |
| A pot of porridge | Brothers Grimm | 94125 |
| King Thrushbeard | Brothers Grimm | 32863 |
| little people | Brothers Grimm | 73223 |
| Hansel and Gretel | Brothers Grimm | 38982 |
| golden goose | Brothers Grimm | 49052 |
| Mrs. Metelitsa | Brothers Grimm | 25980 |
| Worn out shoes | Brothers Grimm | 38392 |
| Straw, coal and bean | Brothers Grimm | 32790 |
| twelve brothers | Brothers Grimm | 26200 |
| Spindle, weaving shuttle and needle | Brothers Grimm | 31324 |
| Friendship between cat and mouse | Brothers Grimm | 44722 |
| Kinglet and bear | Brothers Grimm | 31348 |
| Royal children | Brothers Grimm | 27779 |
| Brave Little Tailor | Brothers Grimm | 40526 |
| Crystal ball | Brothers Grimm | 81701 |
| Queen Bee | Brothers Grimm | 54403 |
| Smart Gretel | Brothers Grimm | 25663 |
| Three lucky ones | Brothers Grimm | 25945 |
| Three spinners | Brothers Grimm | 25166 |
| Three snake leaves | Brothers Grimm | 25951 |
| Three brothers | Brothers Grimm | 25978 |
| The Old Man of the Glass Mountain | Brothers Grimm | 25852 |
| The Tale of a Fisherman and His Wife | Brothers Grimm | 25427 |
| underground man | Brothers Grimm | 38479 |
| Donkey | Brothers Grimm | 28090 |
| Ocheski | Brothers Grimm | 24135 |
| The Frog King, or Iron Henry | Brothers Grimm | 25933 |
| Six swans | Brothers Grimm | 34341 |
| Marya Morevna | Russian folk | 61720 |
| Wonderful miracle, wonderful miracle | Russian folk | 51654 |
| Two frosts | Russian folk | 50270 |
| Most expensive | Russian folk | 41823 |
| Wonderful shirt | Russian folk | 50565 |
| Frost and hare | Russian folk | 51011 |
| How the fox learned to fly | Russian folk | 59752 |
| Ivanushka the Fool | Russian folk | 46013 |
| Fox and jug | Russian folk | 32717 |
| bird tongue | Russian folk | 28470 |
| The soldier and the devil | Russian folk | 26790 |
| Crystal Mountain | Russian folk | 33111 |
| Tricky Science | Russian folk | 36040 |
| Smart guy | Russian folk | 27690 |
| Snow Maiden and Fox | Russian folk | 77348 |
| Word | Russian folk | 26957 |
| Fast messenger | Russian folk | 26642 |
| Seven Simeons | Russian folk | 26390 |
| About the old grandmother | Russian folk | 29315 |
| Go there - I don’t know where, bring something - I don’t know what | Russian folk | 65499 |
| At the behest of the pike | Russian folk | 93358 |
| Rooster and millstones | Russian folk | 25888 |
| Shepherd's Piper | Russian folk | 55575 |
| Petrified Kingdom | Russian folk | 27005 |
| About rejuvenating apples and living water | Russian folk | 49050 |
| Goat Dereza | Russian folk | 45669 |
| Ilya Muromets and Nightingale the Robber | Russian folk | 42241 |
| Cockerel and bean seed | Russian folk | 70501 |
| Ivan - peasant son and miracle Yudo | Russian folk | 38518 |
| Three bears | Russian folk | 591070 |
| Fox and black grouse | Russian folk | 28048 |
| Tar barrel | Russian folk | 100912 |
| Baba Yaga and berries | Russian folk | 50514 |
| Fight on Kalinov Bridge | Russian folk | 26945 |
| Finist - Clear Falcon | Russian folk | 66670 |
| Princess Nesmeyana | Russian folk | 175160 |
| Tops and roots | Russian folk | 75063 |
| Winter hut of animals | Russian folk | 50703 |
| flying ship | Russian folk | 95542 |
| Sister Alyonushka and brother Ivanushka | Russian folk | 49927 |
| Golden comb cockerel | Russian folk | 58641 |
| Zayushkin's hut | Russian folk | 159499 |
By listening to fairy tales, children not only acquire necessary knowledge, but also learn to build relationships in society, relating themselves to one or another fictional character. From the experience of relationships between fairy-tale characters the child understands that he should not trust strangers unconditionally. Our website presents the most famous fairy tales for your children. Choose interesting tales in the table presented.
Why is it useful to read fairy tales?
The various plots of the fairy tale help the child understand that the world around him can be contradictory and quite complex. Listening to the hero's adventures, children virtually encounter injustice, hypocrisy and pain. But this is how the baby learns to value love, honesty, friendship and beauty. Always having a happy ending, fairy tales help the child to be optimistic and resist various kinds of life's troubles.
The entertainment component of fairy tales should not be underestimated. Listening to fascinating stories has many advantages, for example, compared to watching cartoons - there is no threat to the baby's vision. Moreover, listening to children's fairy tales performed by parents, the baby learns many new words and learns to correctly articulate sounds. The importance of this is difficult to overestimate, because scientists have long proven that nothing has such an impact on the future comprehensive development child's early speech development.
What kinds of fairy tales are there for children?
Fairy tales There are different ones: magical – exciting children’s imagination with a riot of imagination; household - telling about a simple everyday life, in which magic is also possible; about animals - where the leading characters are not people, but various animals so beloved by children. Our website presents large number such fairy tales. Here you can read for free what will be interesting to your baby. Convenient navigation will help you search the required material fast and simple.
Read the annotations to give the child the right to independently choose a fairy tale, because most modern child psychologists believe that the key to children’s future love of reading lies in the freedom to choose material. We give you and your child unlimited freedom in choosing wonderful children's fairy tales!
Russian folk tale "Teremok"
There is a teremok-teremok in the field.
He is not short, not high, not tall.
A small mouse runs past. She saw the tower, stopped and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
Nobody responds.
The mouse entered the little mansion and began to live in it.
A frog-frog galloped up to the mansion and asked:
- I, little mouse! Who are you?
- And I'm a frog.
- Come live with me!
The frog jumped into the tower. The two of them began to live together.
A runaway bunny runs past. He stopped and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house? Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse!
- I, frog-frog. Who are you?
- And I’m a runaway bunny.
- Come live with us!
The hare hops into the tower! The three of them began to live together.
The little fox-sister is coming. She knocked on the window and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse.
- I, frog-frog.
- Me, the runaway bunny. Who are you?
- And I am a fox-sister.
- Come live with us!
The fox climbed into the mansion. The four of them began to live together.
A top came running - a gray barrel, looked at the door and asked:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse.
- I, frog-frog.
- Me, the runaway bunny.
- Me, little fox-sister. Who are you?
- And I am a top - a gray barrel.
- Come live with us!
The wolf climbed into the mansion. The five of them began to live together.
Here they are all living in a little house, singing songs.
Suddenly a clubfoot bear walks past. The bear saw the tower, heard the songs, stopped and roared at the top of his lungs:
- Who, who lives in the little house?
Who, who lives in a low place?
- I, little mouse.
- I, frog-frog.
- Me, the runaway bunny.
- Me, little fox-sister.
- I, the top - the gray barrel. Who are you?
- And I’m a clumsy bear.
- Come live with us!
The bear climbed into the tower.
He climbed and climbed and climbed and climbed - he just couldn’t get in and said:
“I’d rather live on your roof.”
- Yes, you will crush us!
- No, I won’t crush you.
- Well, climb up! The bear climbed onto the roof.
Just sat down - fuck! - crushed the tower. The tower crackled, fell on its side and completely fell apart.
We barely managed to jump out of it:
little mouse,
frog,
runaway bunny,
fox-sister,
top - gray barrel, all safe and sound.
They began to carry logs, saw boards, and build a new mansion. They built it better than before!
Russian folk tale "Kolobok"
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. So the old man asks:
- Bake me a bun for me, old lady.
- What should I bake it from? There is no flour.
- Eh, old woman! Mark the barn, scrape the branches, and you'll get it.
The old woman did just that: she swept it out, scraped two handfuls of flour, kneaded the dough with sour cream, rolled it into a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to dry.
The bun got tired of lying: he rolled from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor - and to the door, jumping over the threshold into the hallway, from the hallway to the porch, from the porch to the yard, and then beyond the gate, further and further.
The bun is rolling along the road, and a hare meets it:
- No, don’t eat me, scythe, but rather listen to what song I’ll sing for you.
The hare raised his ears, and the bun sang:
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scratched along the bones,
Mixed with sour cream,
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
From you, hare,
It's not smart to leave.
A bun rolls along a path in the forest, and a gray wolf meets him:
- Kolobok, Kolobok! I'll eat you!
“Don’t eat me, gray wolf, I’ll sing you a song.”
And the bun sang:
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scratched along the bones,
Mixed with sour cream,
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare.
From you, wolf,
The bun is rolling through the forest, and a bear comes towards it, breaking brushwood, bending bushes to the ground.
- Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you!
- Well, where can you, clubfoot, eat me! Better listen to my song.
The gingerbread man began to sing, but Misha and his ears were barely able to sing.
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scratched along the bones,
Mixed with sour cream.
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare
I left the wolf
From you, bear,
Half-heartedly to leave.
And the bun rolled - the bear just looked after it.
The bun is rolling, and the fox meets it: “Hello, bun!” How handsome and rosy you are!
Kolobok is glad that he was praised and sang his song, and the fox listens and creeps closer and closer.
- I am a bun, a bun!
Swept across the barn,
Scratched along the bones,
Mixed with sour cream.
Put in the oven,
It's cold at the window,
I left my grandfather
I left my grandmother
I left the hare
I left the wolf
Left the bear
From you, fox,
It's not smart to leave.
- Nice song! - said the fox. “The trouble is, my dear, that I’ve become old—I can’t hear well.” Sit on my face and sing it one more time.
Kolobok was delighted that his song was praised, jumped on the fox’s face and sang:
- I am a bun, a bun!..
And his fox - ah! - and ate it.
Russian folk tale "Three Bears"
One girl left home for the forest. She got lost in the forest and began to look for the way home, but didn’t find it, but came to a house in the forest.
The door was open: she looked through the door, saw that there was no one in the house, and entered.
Three bears lived in this house.
One bear had a father, his name was Mikhail Ivanovich. He was big and shaggy.
The other was a bear. She was smaller, and her name was Nastasya Petrovna.
The third was a little bear cub, and his name was Mishutka. The bears were not at home, they went for a walk in the forest.
There were two rooms in the house: one was a dining room, the other was a bedroom. The girl entered the dining room and saw three cups of stew on the table. The first cup, very large, was Mikhail Ivanychev's. The second cup, smaller, was Nastasya Petrovnina’s; the third, blue cup was Mishutkina.
Next to each cup lay a spoon: large, medium and small. The girl took the largest spoon and sipped from the largest cup; then she took the middle spoon and sipped from the middle cup; then she took a small spoon and sipped from a blue cup, and Mishutka’s stew seemed to her the best.
The girl wanted to sit down and saw three chairs at the table: one large - Mikhaily Ivanychev, another smaller - Nastasya Petrovnin and the third small, with a blue cushion - Mishutkin. She climbed onto a large chair and fell; then she sat down on the middle chair - it was awkward; then she sat down on a small chair and laughed - it was so good. She took the blue cup onto her lap and began to eat. She ate all the stew and began to rock on her chair.
The chair broke and she fell to the floor. She got up, picked up the chair and went to another room.
There were three beds there; one large - Mikhaily Ivanycheva, the other medium - Nastasya Petrovna, and the third small - Mishutkina. The girl lay down in the big one - it was too spacious for her; I lay down in the middle - it was too high; She lay down in the small bed - the bed was just right for her, and she fell asleep.
And the bears came home hungry and wanted to have dinner.
The big bear took his cup, looked and roared in a terrible voice: “Who drank in my cup?” Nastasya Petrovna looked at her cup and growled not so loudly:
- Who drank in my cup?
And Mishutka saw his empty cup and squeaked in a thin voice:
- Who sipped in my cup and sipped everything you did?
Mikhailo Ivanovich looked at his chair and growled in a terrible voice:
Nastasya Petrovna looked at her chair and growled not so loudly:
- Who was sitting on my chair and moved it from its place?
Mishutka saw his chair and squeaked:
—Who sat on my chair and broke it?
The bears came to another room.
“Who lay in my bed and rumpled it?” - Mikhailo Ivanovich roared in a terrible voice.
“Who lay in my bed and rumpled it?” - Nastasya Petrovna growled not so loudly.
And Mishenka set up a little bench, climbed into his crib and squeaked in a thin voice:
-Who went to my bed?..
And suddenly he saw the girl and screamed as if he was being cut:
- Here she is! Hold it! Hold it! Here she is! Ay-yay! Hold it!
He wanted to bite her. The girl opened her eyes, saw the bears and rushed to the window. The window was open, she jumped out the window and ran away. And the bears did not catch up with her.
Russian folk tale "Zayushkina's hut"
Once upon a time there lived a fox and a hare. The fox has an ice hut, and the hare has a bast hut. Here the fox teases the hare:
- My hut is light, and yours is dark! I have a light one, and you have a dark one!
Summer has come, the fox's hut has melted.
The fox asks the hare:
- Let me go, little darling, to your yard!
- No, fox, I won’t let you in: why were you teasing?
The fox began to beg even more. The hare let her into his yard.
The next day the fox asks again:
- Let me, little bunny, onto the porch.
The fox begged and begged, the hare agreed and let the fox onto the porch.
On the third day the fox asks again:
- Let me go into the hut, little bunny.
- No, I won’t let you in: why were you teasing?
She begged and begged, the hare let her into the hut. The fox is sitting on the bench, and the bunny is sitting on the stove.
On the fourth day the fox again asks:
- Bunny, bunny, let me come to your stove!
- No, I won’t let you in: why were you teasing?
The fox begged and begged and begged for it - the hare let her go onto the stove.
A day passed, then another - the fox began to chase the hare out of the hut:
- Get out, scythe. I don't want to live with you!
So she kicked me out.
The hare sits and cries, grieves, wiping away his tears with his paws.
Dogs running past:
- Bang, bang, bang! What are you crying about, little bunny?
- How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me and drove me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” the dogs say. “We’ll kick her out.”
- No, don’t kick me out!
- No, we'll kick you out! We approached the hut:
- Bang, bang, bang! Get out, fox! And she told them from the stove:
- As soon as I jump out,
How will I jump out?
There will be shreds
Through the back streets!
The dogs got scared and ran away.
The bunny sits again and cries.
A wolf walks by:
-What are you crying about, little bunny?
- How can I not cry, gray wolf? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me and drove me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the wolf, “I’ll kick her out.”
- No, you won’t kick me out. They chased the dogs, but they didn’t drive them out, and you won’t drive them out.
- No, I'll kick you out.
- Uyyy... Uyyy... Get out, fox!
And she from the stove:
- As soon as I jump out,
How will I jump out?
There will be shreds
Through the back streets!
The wolf got scared and ran away.
Here the hare sits and cries again.
An old bear is coming.
-What are you crying about, little bunny?
- How can I, little bear, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me and drove me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the bear, “I’ll kick her out.”
- No, you won’t kick me out. The dogs chased and chased but did not drive him out, the gray wolf chased and chased him but did not drive him out. And you won't get kicked out.
- No, I'll kick you out.
The bear went to the hut and growled:
- Rrrrr... rrr... Get out, fox!
And she from the stove:
- As soon as I jump out,
How will I jump out?
There will be shreds
Through the back streets!
The bear got scared and left.
The hare sits again and cries.
A rooster is walking, carrying a scythe.
- Ku-ka-re-ku! Bunny, why are you crying?
- How can I, Petenka, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me and drove me out.
- Don’t worry, little bunny, I’m chasing the fox for you.
- No, you won’t kick me out. They chased the dogs but didn’t drive them out, the gray wolf chased them but didn’t drive them out, the old bear chased them and didn’t drive them out. And you won’t even be kicked out.
- No, I'll kick you out.
The rooster went to the hut:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
I'm on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to whip the fox
Get out of the oven, fox!
The fox heard it, got scared and said:
- I'm getting dressed...
Rooster again:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
I'm on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to whip the fox
Get out of the oven, fox!
And the fox says:
- I’m putting on a fur coat...
Rooster for the third time:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
I'm on my feet
In red boots
I carry a scythe on my shoulders:
I want to whip the fox
Get out of the oven, fox!
The fox got scared, jumped off the stove and ran.
And the bunny and the rooster began to live and live.
Russian folk tale "Masha and the Bear"
Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a grandmother. They had a granddaughter Mashenka.
Once the girlfriends got together in the forest to pick mushrooms and berries. They came to invite Mashenka with them.
“Grandfather, grandmother,” says Mashenka, “let me go into the forest with my friends!”
Grandfather and grandmother answer:
“Go, just make sure you don’t lag behind your friends, otherwise you’ll get lost.”
The girls came to the forest and began picking mushrooms and berries. Here Mashenka - tree by tree, bush by bush - and went far, far away from her friends.
She started calling around and calling them. But my girlfriends don’t hear, they don’t respond.
Mashenka walked and walked through the forest - she got completely lost.
She came to the very wilderness, to the very thicket. He sees a hut standing there. Mashenka knocked on the door - no answer. She pushed the door, the door opened.
Mashenka entered the hut and sat down on a bench by the window. She sat down and thought:
“Who lives here? Why is no one visible?..”
And in that hut there lived a huge honey. Only he wasn’t at home then: he was walking through the forest. The bear returned in the evening, saw Mashenka, and was delighted.
“Yeah,” he says, “now I won’t let you go!” You will live with me. You will light the stove, you will cook porridge, you will feed me porridge.
Masha pushed, grieved, but nothing could be done. She began to live with the bear in the hut.
The bear goes into the forest for the whole day, and Mashenka is told not to leave the hut without him.
“And if you leave,” he says, “I’ll catch you anyway and then I’ll eat you!”
Mashenka began to think about how she could escape from the leading honey. There are forests all around, he doesn’t know which way to go, there’s no one to ask...
She thought and thought and came up with an idea.
One day a bear comes from the forest, and Mashenka says to him:
“Bear, bear, let me go to the village for a day: I’ll bring gifts for grandma and grandpa.”
“No,” says the bear, “you will get lost in the forest.” Give me some gifts, I'll take them myself!
And that’s exactly what Mashenka needs!
She baked pies, took out a big, big box and said to the bear:
“Here, look: I’ll put the pies in this box, and you take them to grandpa and grandma.” Yes, remember: don’t open the box on the way, don’t take out the pies. I’ll climb up the oak tree and keep an eye on you!
“Okay,” the bear answers, “give me the box!”
Mashenka says:
- Go out onto the porch and see if it’s raining!
As soon as the bear came out onto the porch, Mashenka immediately climbed into the box and placed a dish of pies on her head.
The bear returned and saw that the box was ready. He put him on his back and went to the village.
A bear walks between fir trees, a bear wanders between birch trees, goes down into ravines, and up hills. He walked and walked, got tired and said:
And Mashenka from the box:
- I see, I see!
Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!
“Look, she’s so big-eyed,” says honey, “she sees everything!”
- I’ll sit on a tree stump and eat a pie!
And Mashenka from the box again:
- I see, I see!
Don't sit on the tree stump, don't eat the pie!
Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!
The bear was surprised.
- How cunning she is! He sits high and looks far away!
He got up and walked quickly.
I came to the village, found the house where my grandfather and grandmother lived, and let’s knock on the gate with all our might:
- Knock-knock-knock! Unlock, open! I brought you some gifts from Mashenka.
And the dogs sensed the bear and rushed at him. They run and bark from all the yards.
The bear got scared, put the box at the gate and ran into the forest without looking back.
- What's in the box? - says the grandmother.
And grandfather lifted the lid, looked and couldn’t believe his eyes: Mashenka was sitting in the box, alive and healthy.
Grandfather and grandmother were delighted. They began to hug Mashenka, kiss her, and call her smart.
Russian folk tale "The Wolf and the Little Goats"
Once upon a time there lived a goat with kids. The goat went into the forest to eat silk grass and drink cold water. As soon as he leaves, the kids will lock the hut and won’t go out.
The goat comes back, knocks on the door and sings:
- Little goats, guys!
Open up, open up!
Milk runs along the tray.
From the notch up to the hoof,
From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!
The little goats will unlock the door and let their mother in. She will feed them, give them something to drink and go back into the forest, and the kids will lock themselves up tightly.
The wolf overheard the goat singing.
Once the goat left, the wolf ran to the hut and shouted in a thick voice:
- You, kids!
You little goats!
Lean back,
Open up
Your mother has come,
I brought milk.
The hooves are full of water!
The kids answer him:
The wolf has nothing to do. He went to the forge and ordered his throat to be reforged so that he could sing in a thin voice. The blacksmith reforged his throat. The wolf again ran to the hut and hid behind a bush.
Here comes the goat and knocks:
- Little goats, guys!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came and brought milk;
Milk runs down the drain,
From the notch up to the hoof,
From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!
The kids let their mother in and let us tell you how the wolf came and wanted to eat them.
The goat fed and watered the kids and strictly punished them:
“Whoever comes to the hut and asks in a thick voice so that he doesn’t go through everything that I’m chanting to you, don’t open the door, don’t let anyone in.”
As soon as the goat left, the wolf again walked towards the hut, knocked and began to lament in a thin voice:
- Little goats, guys!
Open up, open up!
Your mother came and brought milk;
Milk runs down the drain,
From the notch up to the hoof,
From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!
The kids opened the door, the wolf rushed into the hut and ate all the kids. Only one little goat was buried in the stove.
The goat comes. No matter how much she calls or laments, no one answers her. He sees that the door is open. I ran into the hut - there was no one there. I looked into the oven and found one little goat.
When the goat found out about her misfortune, she sat down on a bench and began to grieve and cry bitterly:
- Oh, my children, little goats!
To which they opened and opened,
Did you get it from the bad wolf?
The wolf heard this, entered the hut and said to the goat:
- Why are you sinning against me, godfather? I didn't eat your kids. Stop grieving, let's go into the forest and take a walk.
They went into the forest, and in the forest there was a hole, and in the hole a fire was burning.
The goat says to the wolf:
- Come on, wolf, let's try, who will jump over the hole?
They began to jump. The goat jumped over, and the wolf jumped and fell into the hot pit.
His belly burst from the fire, the kids jumped out of there, all alive, and yes - they jumped to their mother!
And they began to live and live as before.
Russian folk tale "Geese and Swans"
Once upon a time there lived a husband and wife. They had a daughter, Mashenka, and a son, Vanyushka.
Once father and mother gathered in the city and said to Masha:
- Well, daughter, be smart: don’t go anywhere, take care of your brother. And we will bring you some gifts from the market.
So the father and mother left, and Masha sat her brother down on the grass under the window and ran outside to her friends.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, swan geese swooped in, picked up Vanyushka, put him on his wings and carried him away.
Masha returned, lo and behold, her brother was gone! She gasped, rushed here and there - Vanyushka was nowhere to be seen. She called and called, but her brother did not respond. Masha began to cry, but tears cannot help her grief. It’s her own fault, she must find her brother herself.
Masha ran out into the open field and looked around. He sees geese-swans darting in the distance and disappearing behind the dark forest.
Masha guessed that it was the swan geese that carried away her brother and rushed to catch up with them.
She ran and ran and saw a stove standing in the field. Masha to her:
- Stove, stove, tell me, where did the geese-swans fly?
“Throw some wood at me,” says the stove, “then I’ll tell you!”
Masha quickly chopped some firewood and threw it into the stove.
The stove told me which way to run.
He sees an apple tree, all hung with ruddy apples, its branches bent down to the ground. Masha to her:
- Apple tree, apple tree, tell me, where did the geese-swans fly?
- Shake my apples, otherwise all the branches are bent - it’s hard to stand!
Masha shook the apples, the apple tree raised its branches, and straightened its leaves. Masha showed the way.
- The Milk River - the banks of jelly, where did the swan geese fly?
“A stone fell into me,” the river answers, “it prevents the milk from flowing further.” Move it to the side - then I'll tell you where geese-swans flew.
Masha broke off a large branch and moved the stone. The river began to gurgle and told Masha where to run, where to look for geese and swans.
Masha ran and ran and came running to deep forest. She stood at the edge of the forest and doesn’t know where to go now, what to do. He looks and sees a hedgehog sitting under a tree stump.
“Hedgehog, hedgehog,” asks Masha, “have you seen where the geese and swans are flying?”
Hedgehog says:
- Wherever I swing, there you go too!
He curled up into a ball and rolled between the fir trees and birches. It rolled and rolled and rolled towards the hut on chicken legs.
Masha looks - Baba Yaga is sitting in that hut, spinning yarn. And Vanyushka is playing with golden apples near the porch.
Masha quietly crept up to the hut, grabbed her brother and ran home.
A little later, Baba Yaga looked out the window: the boy was gone! She called to the geese and swans:
- Hurry, geese-swans, fly in pursuit!
The swan geese took off, screamed, and flew.
And Masha runs, carrying her brother, but can’t feel her feet under her. I looked back and saw geese and swans... What should I do? She ran to the milk river - the banks of jelly. And the geese-swans scream, flapping their wings, catching up with her...
“River, river,” Masha asks, “hide us!”
The river planted her and her brother under a steep bank and hid her from the swan geese.
The geese-swans did not see Masha, they flew past.
Masha came out from under the steep bank, thanked the river and ran again.
And the swan geese saw her - they returned and flew towards her. Masha ran up to the apple tree:
- Apple tree, apple tree, hide me!
The apple tree covered it with branches and covered it with leaves. The geese-swans circled and circled, did not find Masha and Vanyushka and flew past.
Masha came out from under the apple tree, thanked her and started running again!
She runs, carrying her brother, and it’s not far from home... Yes, unfortunately, the geese-swans saw her again - and well, after her! They cackle, they fly, they flap their wings right over their heads - and just look, Vanya will be torn out of his hands... It’s good that the stove is nearby. Masha to her:
- Stove, stove, hide me!
The stove hid it and closed it with a damper. The swan geese flew up to the stove, let’s open the damper, but that didn’t happen. They stuck their heads into the chimney, but didn’t get into the stove; they only smeared their wings with soot.
They circled, circled, shouted, shouted, and came up empty-handed, and returned to Baba Yaga...
And Masha and her brother crawled out of the stove and set off home at full speed. She ran home, washed her brother, combed his hair, sat him down on a bench, and sat down next to him.
Soon the father and mother returned from the city and brought gifts.