Psychologists have long proven that a fairy tale is a special type of communication and transfer of love from parents to children. A book read by mom, dad, grandma or grandpa helps to form basic values, develops imagination, and makes the child calm down and get ready for bed. You can read fairy tales not only classic, but also modern ones. The Night of Good website presents the best modern works that are popular with parents. Only here you will find short and cautionary tales about Peppa Pig, Luntik, PAW Patrol, Ninya Turtles, Vince and other cartoon characters. This will captivate the baby's attention and allow him to spend even more time with his favorite characters. A happy baby will be incredibly grateful to her parents.
How to properly organize such a ritual as putting a child to bed?
It is not recommended to eat before going to bed. The last meal should be two hours before meals.
You can drink a glass of warm milk.
Don't forget to remind your baby to go to the toilet and brush his teeth.
All needs have been met, procedures have been completed, and now you can read a fairy tale for children with a clear conscience. The baby will not be distracted, nothing will bother him. You need to read a fairy tale before bed in a calm voice. Psychologists advise choosing not combat and adventure works, but calmer ones that would put you to sleep and lull you to sleep. To attract attention, you can sit next to the child and show him pictures from the book. Or sit at the feet, so that the baby can fantasize more and imagine the characters on his own.
Remember, the child's psyche is not able to concentrate for more than six minutes. Attention will wander if you take too long to read. The optimal duration of reading a fairy tale for children is 5-10 minutes.
It is important to read fairy tales every day. This is not just a habit, but a kind of tradition. It is she who helps the baby create support and know that his world is stable. At the same time in bad mental state It's better not to read a fairy tale. Ask them to replace you or explain to your child that you are not feeling well. Otherwise, the baby may become “infected” with a bad mood without realizing it.
It is important to choose the right fairy tale for your child. After all, it carries morality. If the fairy tale is evil and cruel, then the child may develop an incorrect vision of reality. For example, the fairy tale The Little Mermaid tells that real love cruel and generally leads to death. Cinderella teaches that you need to wait for the prince. Very susceptible children may receive incorrect attitudes into their subconscious, which will then have to be treated by a psychiatrist. We suggest you find a fairy tale right now and read it for your beloved baby.
Do you like to read short stories for children ? But this is very beneficial for those who do not really like to read or tell fairy tales. After all, a short fairy tale for children takes very little time, but conveys the plot of the fairy tale almost completely! Well, fairy tale lovers, we invite you to our page. Short stories for children. This is especially for you!!!
When fairy-tale heroes come to life, they become much more convincing than real prototypes.
We invite you to the World of Fairy Tales and Adventures. This castle is very high. A beautiful princess was sitting on the roof. and near her feet the Serpent Gorynych wriggled and slid down the wall.
Bluebeard hugged the horn of the castle with his hands, and wild grapes climbed up his back. Koschey the Immortal supported with his head the balcony on which the mermaids were hanging. View of the castle windows. like the eyes of a fat-headed dragon. And near the entrance, bulging, gray wolves sat, and the entrance itself gave the impression of an open pasture of some huge monster. Everything looked so scary and funny at the same time.
And funny things are never scary!
Short fairy tales for children are small, funny, scary, kind, instructive stories from a collection of fairy tales. This is a fairy tale, only shortened.
The Tale of Petya the Cockerel
Once upon a time there lived Petya the Cockerel. Oil head, silk beard, spurs on legs. And what a voice he had! Clean, clear, loud! One morning the cockerel woke up. Earlier then others. I looked out the window, it was dark, everyone was sleeping. And the sun is still sleeping. “Not in order!” - thinks Petya the Cockerel. Petya jumped onto the fence and shouted: “Ku-ka-re-ku!” Loud, loud! Loud, loud! The sun heard him, woke up, and opened his eyes. “Thank you, Petya, for waking me up! – says Sunny, “I fell asleep somehow.” The sun rose into the sky. The day has begun. Everyone slowly began to wake up. Thanks to Petya the Cockerel.
The Tale of a Hungry Mouse
Once upon a time there was a mouse, his name was Peak. One day Peak looked out of his hole and said: “I want to eat. What would you like to profit from? A little mouse ran out of his hole to look for something to eat. He sees a doll lying on the floor. The girl played and left. “What a beautiful doll, probably delicious,” thinks Peak. He ran up to the doll. He grabbed it with his teeth and immediately spat it out. No, not a tasty doll. You can't eat it. He looked around and saw a pencil lying on the floor. Beautiful, red. The boy drew and left. " Beautiful pencil“Probably delicious,” thinks Pieck. He ran up to the pencil, grabbed it with his teeth and immediately spat it out. The pencil is not tasty, you can chew it to sharpen your teeth, but it is not suitable for food. He looked around and saw a newspaper lying there. Dad read it and forgot. “Oh, what a newspaper! I’ll definitely get enough of her,” thinks Peak. He ran up to the newspaper, grabbed it with his teeth and started chewing. Chewed it a little and spat it out. The newspaper is not tasty, I don’t want to eat it. Suddenly, Pieck felt that he smelled something delicious. He looks and sees a piece of cheese lying on the floor. Someone dropped it. “This is what I’ll eat,” thought Pieck. The mouse ran up to the cheese, grabbed it with his teeth, and did not notice how he ate the entire piece. “Delicious cheese, it’s a pity that it’s over,” thought Pieck and ran to his hole to sleep.
Tea Sea
fairy tale for little ones
There is a table. There is a cat and mice at the table. There is a teapot in the cat's paws.
Do you want some tea? - he asked the mice.
Yes! - said the mice. - Give us a whole bowl of tea!
This will be our sea.
We will float with tea in cups.
We will row with spoons.
We will have an island made of buns, and on it - white grass made from coconut shavings.
We will have broccoli trees.
Our clouds will be made of cotton candy, and the rain will be made of juice.
Our houses will be made of cookies.
Will you have a beach? - asked the cat.
Yes! But all the sand will be made of sugar, said the mice.
Will you have sun? - asked the cat.
But of course! - answered the mice. - Our sun is CHEESE!
Magic word
short fairy tales for little children
What should you do if a mother tells a boy: “Put away the toys”?
You have to run to your grandmother and shout: “Grandma! Save me! They're chasing me!"
What should you do if a mother tells a boy: “Go brush your teeth”?
You have to hide under the bed and shout: “I’m not at home!”
What should you do if your mother says: “Go eat. Is dinner getting cold?
Your eyes are closed, and sleep is already creeping across your face. I won't disturb you, my dear, sleep. You heard me enter, but didn’t open your eyes, only your lips moved in a slight smile... I love it when you smile... your lips look like a small hunting bow with raised tips, in the depths of which lives a pink tongue-arrow. Oh, this multi-functional arrow! She knows how to kill on the spot with well-aimed words, knows how to give imperious orders to subordinate men, knows how to gently coo under my chin, or can simply remain silent while doing her amazing work!
Go to sleep, my dear, I won’t disturb you. I will not lie down next to you, but will lower myself to the floor to be level with your face.
I love such moments of mental unity with you. At these moments there are no physical contacts, only our souls speak. For me now you are a little girl whom I want to caress, stroke her curls and whisper something absurd to the sweet future sleep. You are an adult, beautiful, confident woman, but you, too, miss your childhood, tender words, I know this and I’m ready to tell you them. They have accumulated in me, crowding both in my chest and in my head, they want to be heard. Mom could tell you a lot of magic words, but mom won't say what she can say loving man. Sleep, sleep soundly to my muttering, and it’s even better that you fell asleep. You sleep, and I will whisper to you what my heart is filled with.
It’s a pity that I’m not an oriental poet - Ferdowsi, for example, or Hafiz, or Alisher Navoi... they knew a lot beautiful words, with which they sang their beloved ones.
A living spring is your mouth and the sweetest of all joys,
my sobs are no match for the Nile and the Euphrates itself.
All sweets have lost their taste and are cheap in price:
The nectar of your sweetest lips is the most beautiful of all delights.
And even the sun has a hard time competing with you:
your mirrored brow is a hundred times brighter than his.
Sweet words gurgle like a fast mountain stream, flow like a smooth majestic river, rustle with a gentle spring breeze, surround you with a viscous pink aroma... everything is for you, everything is for you...
I look at your bare shoulders. What are you wearing under the covers now? You have a flannel nightie with a lace collar at the neck, a funny cambric shirt, sometimes you wore flirty pajamas with ties at the throat and under the knees... I know all your night outfits, I know them with my eyes, teeth and touch, because I’ve taken them off more than once from you... and now I still see not the blanket on you, not your clothes, but your skin underneath... Just recently you were humming something in the bath, basking in clouds of snow-white foam, just recently you were leaving the bathroom, and the undried droplets the water glistened on your shoulders and on your chest above the towel, and here, right at the dimple on your throat... this dimple has always driven me crazy... and now my tongue habitually moved in my mouth... I love to kiss you on this dimple... no, no, I’m quiet and humble today, I’m just talking to you... in words, but silently... yes, it happens, thoughts are also words, only they are a thousand times faster!
I admire you. You are now lying on a high pillow, surrounded by hair golden from the light of the night lamp, still damp at the ends, although you tried to hide it under a cap, but it still got wet and became a dark bronze color... you smell of sea water, salty wind and something else... then painfully familiar, which makes you dizzy and takes your breath away... It smells like you... I inhale this smell, there is nothing more beautiful in the world... my roses, my beloved roses, forgive me, your aroma is magnificent, but there is no smell sweeter than the smell of a beloved woman!
I look at your eyes, they are closed, I remember them perfectly, I know what they look like in the twilight, the black dots of the pupils become huge, like a black universe, they attract me, and I drown in them...
I take your hand, bring it to my lips... I kiss every finger of yours, every nail, I run your palm over my cheek, do you feel how smooth it is? I shaved, you love it when my cheeks are smooth, you love to rub against them, touch them with your tongue. Of course, my cheeks will never compare with yours with their tender velvet skin, but somewhere in the very depths of me I am ready for the fact that you may suddenly wake up and want to press your cheek to mine... I am always ready! Do you remember how one day your cheeks were stubbled by my stubble and the next morning they were covered with many small red spots... To the puzzled looks of the employees, you casually answered that you had eaten too much strawberries... an allergy, they say, and no one asked where you can get strawberries in winter...
Therefore, I found pleasure in the once unpleasant activity for me - shaving... everything is for you, everything is for you!
I always want to call you baby, I want to caress and pamper you like a little girl, smooth your eyebrows with my finger, run it along the line of your nose, along the curve of your lips, along your chin, neck, down, down... stop...
You moved and smiled happily at the dream, sighing briefly...
Sleep, my beloved... sleep, it was I who entered your dream.
Once upon a time there lived a stupid wolf. One day he meets a goat and says to her:
Now I'll eat you.
Well, if this is my destiny, I agree. But I'm very thin and old. If you can wait a little, then I will run home and send you my daughter. Her meat is tender and young.
Once a groom went to get married. He spoke very awkwardly. So the matchmaker gives him advice:
You, brother, speak more roundly to the bride.
Well, he came to the bride's house. He was silent, silent, and when he was full, drunk, and happy, he said to the bride:
Let him be silent, be silent, and again:
After all, it’s a round wheel, and they told him to say “rounder,” so he chose the round one.
There lived a man and a woman in the same village. The man was good to everyone: he was hard-working and not lazy, but he was offended by fate - he had little intelligence.
Once a woman sends a man to the forest for firewood.
“Go,” he says, “chop some wood, I’ll at least light the stove and cook some cabbage soup.”
Do you remember, Murochka, at the dacha
In our hot puddle
The tadpoles danced
The tadpoles splashed
The tadpoles dived
They played around and tumbled.
And the old toad
Like a woman
I was sitting on a hummock,
Knitted stockings
And she said in a deep voice:
- Sleep!
- Oh, grandma, dear grandma,
Let us play some more.
One woman was lively; her husband came with advice, she asked him:
What were you judging there?
Why were they judged? The head was chosen
Who did you choose?
No one else.
Choose me, the woman says. So the husband went to the council (she was angry, he wanted to teach her a lesson), said this to the old people; They immediately chose the woman as their head. A woman lives, judges and dresses, and drinks wine from the men, and takes bribes.
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the potter is dear; a passerby meets him:
“Hire me,” he says, “as an employee!”
Do you know how to make pots?
How can I!
So they got dressed, shook hands and drove off together. They come home, the employee says:
Well, master, prepare forty cartloads of clay, tomorrow I will get to work!
The owner prepared forty carts of clay; But the worker was unclean himself, and he punishes the potter:
I’ll start working at night, but don’t come to my barn!
Why is this so?
Once upon a time there lived a bird called the dawn. She was famous for her hospitality.
One day the bird was visited by distant relatives: a finch and a sparrow. Zoryanka wanted to feed and drink her guests to the full. But unfortunately the torment ended. Maybe the neighbors will help out... The chickadee ran to the titmouse, but she swore that she herself had been sitting without flour for several days and was starving. The co-rock didn't help at all. What was left to do? Perhaps the good nightingale will help out. But he lives far away, outside the village.
Sir, you are our Sidor Karpovich, how old are you?
Seventy, grandma, seventy, Pakhomovna!
Sir, you are our Sidor Karpovich, when are you going to die?
On Wednesday, grandma, on Wednesday, Pakhomovna!
You are our Sidor Karpovich, when will you be buried?
Friday, grandma, Friday, Pakhomovna!
Sir, you are our Sidor Karpovich, how will they remember you?
Pancakes, grandma, pancakes, Pakhomovna!
Sir, you are our Sidor Karpovich, what will we call after you?
The brother's name was Ivan, and the sister's name was Pigtail. Their mother was angry: she sat them on a bench and told them to be silent. It’s boring to sit, the flies bite or the pigtail plucks - and there’s a fuss, and the mother pulls up her shirt and - a slap...
If only I could go into the forest, even walk there on my head - no one will say a word...
Ivan and Pigtail thought about this and ran away into the dark forest.
They run, climb trees, tumble in the grass - such a squeal has never been heard in the forest.
By noon the children had calmed down, were tired, and wanted to eat.
“I wish I could eat,” Pigtail whined.
Ivan began scratching his stomach - guessing.
“We’ll find a mushroom and eat it,” said Ivan. - Let's go, don't whine.
White geese are walking from the river along the frozen grass, in front of them an angry gander stretches his neck and hisses:
If I come across someone, I’ll protect you.
Suddenly a shaggy jackdaw flew low and shouted:
What, let's go swimming! The water is frozen.
Shushur! - the gander hisses.
Long twig
Man, he drove Geese into the city to sell;
And to tell the truth,
Not very politely he scratched his flock of goose:
He was in a hurry to make money on market day
(And where it touches profit,
It’s not just the geese who get it, people too).
I don’t blame the man;
A peacock, with its tail spread, walked along the shore of the pond. The two goslings looked at him and condemned him.
Look, they say, how ugly his legs are and listen to how awkwardly he screams.
The man heard them and said:
It is true that his legs are not good, and he sings awkwardly, but your legs are even worse, and you sing even worse; but you don't have such a tail.
It was a long time ago. There is no priest in the village. The men agreed to elect a priest as peace, they chose and went to Uncle Pakhom.
Groin,” they tell him, “and Groin!” Be you a priest in our village.
Pakhom and became a priest, but the trouble is: he doesn’t know the service, he can’t sing, he can’t read.
- And I live easily. There is enough to do - and I have plenty of everything... So, - he says, - the bishop will go to the cathedral. Let's argue: you say “six toes,” and I say “five.” And it’s as if we have a hundred rubles as a deposit... Don’t yawn there!
They went and stood on the road to the cathedral.
The thief who boasted easy life, speaks:
The lord is coming!
The carriage arrived. The thief knelt down. The bishop looked at him and stopped the carriage. Thief says:
Your Eminence Bishop! So I bet with this merchant (pointing to a friend) for a hundred rubles. If mine is true, then I will return my hundred rubles and take his hundred rubles, and if his is true, he will take it. He says “six toes,” and I say “five.”
Once upon a time there lived a thief. Everyone called him a great thief. One day he went to steal in one city. Whether he walked a lot or a little, he meets one person. - Great! - Hello! - What is your name and what is your profession? - asks the big thief.
My trade is theft, and they call me a small thief,” he says.
And I'm a thief. So let's buddy up. Fine?
Two barrels were moving; alone with wine,
Here is the first one - silently and one step at a time
Weaving,
Another rushes at a gallop;
Once upon a time there were two merchants, both married, and they lived together amicably and lovingly. Here is one merchant saying to another:
Listen, brother! Let's do a test to see whose wife it is better than my husband loves.
Let's. How can I try it?
Here's how: let's get together and go to the Makaryevskaya fair, and the wife who starts crying the most will love her husband more.
When they got ready to set off, their wives began to accompany them. One cries and breaks down, and the other says goodbye and laughs.
The merchants went to the fair, drove off about fifty miles and started talking among themselves.
Two horses pulled two carts. The front horse carried well, but the rear horse stopped. They began to transfer luggage from the rear cart onto the front horse; when everything was shifted, the rear horse walked lightly and said to the front one:
Suffer and sweat. The more you try, the more you will be tormented.
A bishop comes to one parish, and in the village where the parish was, two old women lived. They had never seen the bishop. The old women say to their sons:
We need to go to church and see the bishop.
The sons began to teach their mothers how to approach the old women for blessing.
Two girls were walking home with mushrooms.
They had to cross the railway.
They thought the car was far away, climbed onto the embankment and walked across the rails.
Suddenly a car made noise. The older girl ran back, and the younger girl ran across the road.
The older girl shouted to her sister:
Don't go back!
But the car was so close and made such a loud noise that the smaller girl did not hear; she thought that she was being told to run back. She ran back across the rails, tripped, dropped the mushrooms and began to pick them up.
The car was already close, and the driver whistled as hard as he could.
The older girl shouted:
Drop the mushrooms!
One girl was guarding a cow in a field.
The robbers came and took the girl away. The robbers brought the girl to a house in the forest and told her to cook, clean and sew. The girl lived with the robbers, worked for them and did not know how to leave. When the robbers left, they locked the girl. One day all the robbers left and left the girl alone. She brought straw, made a doll out of straw, put her dresses on it and sat it by the window.
There were three sisters, the youngest was a fool. In the summer they picked berries in the forest; elder sister I got lost, walked and walked and came to a hut on a chicken foot. She entered the hut and began to call out to the sisters:
Who is in the forest, who is in the forest, come and spend the night with me!
“I’m in the forest, I’m in the forest, I’ll come to you to spend the night,” answered the huge bear, entering the door, “don’t be afraid of me, get into my right ear, get out of my left ear - we’ll have everything!”
The girl climbed into the bear's right ear, climbed out into the left and found the keys in her bosom.
Now cook dinner!
She cooked dinner. We sat at the table; the mouse runs up and asks the girl for porridge.
One father had two sons. He told them:
If I die, divide everything in half.
When the father died, the sons could not separate without a dispute. They went to sue a neighbor. A neighbor asked them:
How did your father tell you to share?
They said:
He ordered to divide everything in half.
Neighbor said:
So tear all the dresses in half, break all the dishes in half and cut all the cattle in half.
The brothers listened to their neighbor, and they had nothing left.
Three people found a jug full of gold. They began to think about how to divide it, but could not agree. Then one of them said:
In our village there is an honest and fair old man. Let's go to him and ask him to divide the gold.
They came to the old man and said:
You are an honest old man, divide this gold between us fairly!
"Neighbor, my light!
Please eat."
"Neighbor, I'm fed up." - "There is no need,
Another plate; listen:
Ushitsa, by the way, is cooked to glory!”
“I ate three plates.” - “And, of course, what about the bills;
If only there was a hunt,
Otherwise, for your health: eat to the dregs!
What an ear! Yes, how fat:
It was as if she were shimmering with amber.
There lived a grandfather and a woman. The grandfather had a rooster, and the woman had a chicken. Grandma's hen laid eggs, and grandpa's rooster - well, a rooster was like a rooster, it was of no use. Once the grandfather asks the woman for an egg, the woman does not want to give it. The grandfather got angry that there was no profit from the rooster, he beat him and drove him away.
A rooster is walking along the road and looks at a wallet with money. He took the wallet in his beak and carried it. The gentleman is coming towards him. I saw a rooster:
“Jump off,” says the coachman, “and take the rooster’s wallet.”
The coachman followed the rooster, caught it, took the wallet and gave it to the master. Then he got into the chaise, hit the horses, and off we went. And the rooster runs after them and keeps screaming. The gentleman arrived home, drove into the yard, and the rooster was right there: running around the yard and still screaming:
The jerk built a nest in the meadow late, and during the mowing the female was still sitting on her eggs. Early in the morning the men came to the meadow, took off their caftans, sharpened their braids and followed each other. cut the grass with a friend and lay it in rows. The jerk flew out to see what the mowers were doing. When he saw that one man waved his scythe and cut the snake in half, he was delighted, flew to the twitcher and said:
Don't be afraid of men; they came to slaughter the snakes; We haven’t been able to live from them for a long time.
And the twitchy woman said:
The men cut the grass, and with the grass they cut whatever they come across: a snake, a twitchy nest, and a twitchy head.
Seeing that the Peasant was carrying the axe,
“Darling,” said the young tree, “
Perhaps, cut down the forest around me,
I can't grow alone:
I can't see the light of the sun,
There is no room for my roots,
No freedom for the breezes around me,
He deigned to weave such vaults above me!
If only it weren't for him to prevent me from growing,
In a year I would become the beauty of this country,
And the whole valley would be covered with my shadow;
And now I’m thin, almost like a twig.”
Jenny lost her shoe
I cried and searched for a long time.
The miller found a shoe
And ground it at the mill.
Once upon a time there lived a rich merchant with a merchant's wife; he traded in expensive and noble goods and traveled with them to foreign countries every year. At some time he equipped a ship; began to get ready for the trip and asked his wife:
Tell me, my joy, what can you bring as a gift from other lands?
The merchant's wife answers:
I'm happy with everything you have; I have a lot of everything! And if you want to please and amuse, buy me a wondrous wonder, a wondrous miracle.
Fine; If I find it, I'll buy it.
The merchant sailed to distant lands to the thirtieth kingdom, landed at a great, rich city, sold all his goods, bought new ones, and loaded the ship; walks through the city and thinks:
The wild donkey saw the tame donkey, approached him and began to praise his life: how smooth his body was and how sweet his food was. Then, as they loaded the tame donkey, and as the driver began to urge it on with a club from behind, the wild donkey said:
No, brother, now I don’t envy you, I see that you get the juice out of your life.
It was a very long time ago, when all birds lived in warm lands. In Altai, only rivers chirped. The southern birds heard this song of water and wanted to find out who was ringing so loudly, singing so merrily, what joy happened in Altai.
However, flying to an unknown land was very scary. In vain did the golden eagle persuade its falcons and hawks, owls and cuckoos. Of all the birds, only the titmouse dared to go north.
There lived a humpback bear. He was a real lazy person. One day he saw a ripe pine cone, and immediately his shoulder began to ache and there was a tingling sensation under his armpit.
How can I, a sick man, climb a cedar tree?
Walks around. Walks through shallow decks. He sees a larger deck and walks straight on it: he is too lazy to step higher. Suddenly: knock! - the cone fell on the bear's head. From the crown to the feet.
“That’s clever!” said the bear and looked up to see if anything else would fall?
“Oh, great bear,” the speckled nutcracker squeaked, “I threw you the best cone.”
Once upon a time there was a priest. He hired a worker and brought him home.
Well, worker, serve well, I won’t leave you.
The worker lived for a week, and it was time for haymaking.
Well, light, - says the priest, - God willing, we will migrate safely, wait for the morning and go tomorrow to mow hay.
Okay, father.
They waited until morning and got up early. The priest says to the priest:
Let's have breakfast, mother, and we'll go to the field to mow hay.
The priest gathered it on the table. The two of them sat down and had a good breakfast. Pop says to the worker:
There was a stupid village in the forest. People lived in the wilderness, they had never seen a wide place, so... There was one smarter, they called him Guess, and he was stupid. These men are going out into the forest to hunt and see: there is a hole in the snow, and steam is coming out of the hole... What is it? They began to think, they thought for two hours.
I need to ask Dogad.
Well, Dogada, he knows, he understands.
Little frog under the mud
Got sick with scarlet fever.
A rook flew to him,
Speaks:
"I am a doctor!
Get into my mouth
Everything will pass now!”
Am! And he ate it.
Once upon a time there were two brothers, two brothers - a sandpiper and a crane. They cut a haystack and placed it among the fields. Shouldn't we tell the fairy tale from the end again?
Once upon a time there lived an old man, the old man had a well, and in the well there was a dace, and that’s the end of the fairy tale.
Once upon a time there lived a king, the king had a courtyard, in the courtyard there was a stake, on the stake there was sponge; shouldn't I say it from the beginning?
Should I tell you a fairy tale about a white bull?
Three passers-by had lunch at the inn and hit the road.
What, guys, it seems like we paid dearly for lunch?
Well, although I paid dearly, - said one, - but not for nothing!
Didn't you notice? As soon as the owner looks at it, I’ll immediately grab a handful of salt from the salt lick, and put it in my mouth, and put it in my mouth!
You looked at the site category Russians folk tales . Here you will find full list Russian fairy tales from Russian folklore. Long-known and beloved characters from folk tales will greet you here with joy, and once again tell you about their interesting and entertaining adventures.
Russian folk tales are divided into the following groups:
Animal Tales;
Everyday tales.
Heroes of Russian folk tales are often represented by animals. So the wolf always represented a greedy and evil person, a fox a cunning and savvy person, a bear a strong and kind person, and a hare a weak and cowardly person. But the moral of these stories was that you should not hang a yoke on even the most evil hero, because there can always be a cowardly hare who can outwit the fox and defeat the wolf.
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Russian folk tales also play an educational role. Good and evil are clearly differentiated and give a clear answer to a specific situation. For example, Kolobok, who ran away from home, considered himself independent and brave, but a cunning fox got in his way. A child, even the smallest one, will come to the conclusion that he, too, could be in the place of the kolobok.
The Russian folk tale is suitable even for the youngest children. And as the child grows up, there will always be a suitable instructive Russian fairy tale that can give a hint or even an answer to a question that the child cannot yet solve for himself.
Thanks to the beauty of Russian speech Russian folk tales read pure pleasure. They store and folk wisdom and light humor, which are skillfully intertwined in the plot of each tale. Reading fairy tales to children is very useful, as it well replenishes the child’s vocabulary and helps him in the future to formulate his thoughts correctly and clearly.
There is no doubt that Russian fairy tales will allow adults to plunge into the world of childhood and magical fantasies for many happy minutes. A fairy tale on the wings of a magical firebird will take you to an imaginary world and will make you tear yourself away more than once. everyday problems. All fairy tales are presented for review absolutely free of charge.
