On this page you can read a fairy tale about the Fox and the Bunny. The example of animal behavior shows very clearly how it is not nice to brag, respect friendship and just be good. This fairy tale is recommended to be read to children from 3 years old. At this age, the child will be able to distinguish what is good and what is bad.
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Fox and Hare.
Russian folk tale for children.
Illustrations: W. Tauber
Once upon a time there lived a fox and a hare. And the fox had an ice hut, and the hare had a bast hut.
Spring has come and the fox’s hut has melted, but the hare’s hut remains as before.
Then the fox came to the hare and asked him to spend the night, he let her in, and she took him and kicked him out of her own hut. A hare walks through the forest and cries bitterly. Dogs run towards him:
Woof woof woof! Why are you crying, bunny? 
How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. In the spring her hut melted. The fox came to me and asked to spend the night, and she kicked me out.
Don't cry, oblique! We will help your grief. Now let's go and drive away the fox!
They went to the hare's hut. Dogs bark like this:
Woof woof woof! Get out, fox, get out!
And the fox answers them from the stove:
The dogs got scared and ran away.
The hare walks through the forest again and cries. A wolf meets him:
Why are you crying, hare?
How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. She asked me to spend the night, but she kicked me out.
Don't worry, I'll help you.
No, wolf, you can't help. They chased the dogs, but they didn’t drive them away, and you can’t drive them away.
No, I'll drive you away! Went!
They approached the hut. How the wolf howls:
Oooh, get out, fox, get out!
And the fox answers them from the stove:
As soon as I jump out, as soon as I jump out, the scraps will go down the back streets!
The wolf got scared and ran back into the forest.
The hare comes again and cries bitterly. A bear meets him:
What are you crying about, hare? 
How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. She asked me to spend the night, but she kicked me out.
Don't cry, oblique, I will help you.
You can’t, Mikhailo Potapych. They chased the dogs but didn’t drive them out, the wolf chased them but didn’t drive them out and you won’t drive them out.
We'll see! Come on, let's go!
They approach the hut. The bear will scream:
Go away, fox, get out of the house!
And the fox from the stove:
As soon as I jump out, as soon as I jump out, the scraps will go down the back streets!
The bear got scared and ran away. 
The hare is walking along the road again, crying more than ever. A rooster with a scythe comes towards him:
Ku-ka-re-ku! What are you shedding tears about, hare? 
How can I not shed tears? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring came, her hut melted and she came to me asking to spend the night, I let her in, and she kicked me out.
Don't bother, oblique, I'll help you.
No, rooster, you can't help. The dogs chased you but didn’t drive you away, the wolf chased you but didn’t drive you away, the bear chased you but didn’t drive you away, and you won’t succeed.
And then I’ll kick you out!
They approach the hut. The rooster stomped his paws, flapped his wings and screamed:
Ku-ka-riku! I'm going to the fox
I carry the scythe on my shoulders,
I want to whip a fox
Get off the stove, fox,
Get out, fox, get out! 
The fox heard it, got scared and answered:
Now I'm putting on my shoes...
The rooster crows again:
Ku-ka-re-ku! I'm going to the fox
I carry the scythe on my shoulders,
I want to whip a fox
Get off the stove, fox,
Get out, fox, get out!
Lisa answers again:
Getting dressed...
The rooster crowed for the third time:
Ku-ka-re-ku! I'm going to the fox
I carry the scythe on my shoulders,
I want to whip a fox
Get off the stove, fox,
Get out, fox, get out! 
Once upon a time there lived a lonely hare. He lived in a hut that stood in a fluffy forest. One day a hare went for a walk in the forest. He sees a red fox coming towards him. The bunny was not afraid of the fox, or rather, he was happy, because this fox was special - good friend hare And her name was simply Ryzhinka. The hare rushed to her neck. Ryzhinka was also happy and picked up the bunny. For a long time they could not say anything out of joy. Finally the hare said:
- Let's go for a walk, sister.
And Ryzhinka suggested:
- Let's go and visit me. I'll introduce you to my husband and children.
“Let’s go,” the bunny said joyfully.
They did not walk for long, and when they entered the fox's hole, the fox's husband, seeing the hare, rushed at the poor fellow. Ryzhinka only managed to grab the bunny by the ears and push her aside. The hare got scared and clung to his friend. The fox looked at her husband and said:
– Meet, dear, this is my friend – White-bellied Bunny.
The fox looked incredulously:
– Since when have foxes and hares been friends? And how did you two meet?
The hare peeks out from behind the fox, is afraid, cannot utter a word, and Ryzhinka looked sternly at the fox and said:
“Let’s go to the kitchen and drink tea.” We'll talk there.
“Let’s go,” the fox agreed.
Over tea, the hare and the fox told how one morning the fox went for a walk and fell into a hole that the king's servants had dug for the wolves. Sharp stakes were driven into the bottom of the hole, covered with branches and covered with leaves.
The hare became bolder and continued the story:
“I’m walking and I see a fox holding on to the edge of a hole, and sharp stakes sticking out below. I shout to her: “Grab me by the ears, I’ll pull you out.” She grabbed it. I pulled her out of the hole. Since then we have been friends.
The fox marveled and said:
- OK! You can come visit us and play with the fox cubs.
This is how the fox family and the lonely bunny have lived ever since. He helps them. Soon the fox's children grew up and became adults. So she gave birth to new ones. And the White-bellied Bunny keeps coming to them: either changing diapers, or walking with the fox cubs. This is how they live.
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Drawing by the author "Snow Maiden"
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RUSSIAN FOLKTALE
"ZAYUSHKINA IZBUSHKA"
Once upon a time there lived a fox and a hare. The fox carelessly built himself an ice hut, and the hare rolled up his sleeves - a bast hut.
The red spring has come, the fox’s hut has melted, but the hare’s hut remains as before.
So the fox put noodles in the ears of the hare, and kicked him out of the hut!
A dear bunny walks by and tears flow in a stream. A dog meets him: - Tyaf-tyaf-tyaf! What, bunny?do you wash yourself with tears?
- How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. The fox wrapped me around his finger and drove me out of the hut.
- Woof! Don't cry, bunny! I will help your grief!
They approached the hut, the dog began to bark:
Bang-bang-bang! Come on,fox, out!
And the fox from the stove:
- go home while you're safe!
The dog got scared and ran away.
The bunny is on his way again,bitter tears flow in a stream. A bear meets him: “Why are you making a fuss of a hare?”
- How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. The fox lied to me and kicked me out of the house!
- Do not Cry! I will help your grief!
No, you won't help! The dog chased him, but he didn’t kick him out and you can’t kick him out!
- No, I’ll kick you out!
- They approached the hut, the bear screamed:
- Get out, fox!
And the fox from the stove:
- As soon as I jump out, as soon as I jump out, the scraps will go down the back streets! There will be no wet spot left from you.
The bear got scared and ran away.
The bunny comes again, a bull meets him:
- Mooooo! What is this hare that has wet eyes?
How can I not cry? The demon beguiled me and let the fox spend the night, but she kicked me out!
- Mooo! Let's go, I'll help your grief!
- No, bull, you can’t help! The dog chased but didn’t drive him out, the bear chased him but didn’t drive him out and you can’t drive him out!
- No, I’ll kick you out!
They approached the hut, the bull roared:
- Get out, fox!
And the fox from the stove:
As soon as I jump out, as soon as I jump out, the scraps will go down the back streets! All that will remain of you is your horns and legs.
The bull got scared and ran away.
The bunny walks along the road again, shedding crocodile tears. A rooster with a scythe meets him:
- Where-who-yeah! Why are you a hare causing dampness here?
- How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. She asked me to spend the night with me, and she left me high and dry!
- It’s no big deal, I’ll help your grief!
No, rooster, you can't help! This matter is not up to you
No, I'll kick you out!
They approached the hut, the rooster stomped its paws, beat its wings, and began to scream at the top of Ivanovo! I walk on my heels, I carry my scythe on my shoulders, I want to whip the fox, get off the stove, fox!
Get out, fox!
The fox got scared. Lost in thoughts.
Rooster again:
- I walk on my heels, I carry my scythe on my shoulders,
I want to whip the fox, get off the stove, fox!
Get out, fox!
The fox's heart sank to the ground. Rooster for the third time:
- Cuckoo! I'm walking on my heels
I carry the scythe on my shoulders!...
The fox ran out unconscious, the rooster waved his scythe - the fox, like a cow, licked the stone from the hare's soul, and they began to live with the rooster in perfect harmony.
or a fox and a hare in a forest clearing. The fox's skin is expensive, but the hare's is cheap. The fox boasts all day long:
- I'm a dear animal. I have beautiful fur.
And the hare answered:
“Don’t brag, otherwise I’ll do something that will make your skin cheaper.”
The hare speaks, but no one believes him, because, although he is brave, he is still cross-eyed. So winter has passed, spring has come, summer has arrived. But the sly hare never taught the boastful fox a lesson. One day, closer to autumn, the hare and the fox began to run and play hide and seek. The hare and the fox ran and ran through the Parma - a dense forest, and lured the fox into a trap with his scythe. She landed between two birch trees in a big way. It's so stuck that it can't go back or forth. And the brave hare was right there: he broke the birch twigs and began to whip the fox. He flogs himself, he himself says:
- Oh, don’t eat chickens, Don’t grab chickens, Don’t torment animals, Don’t steal rabbits, Don’t be cunning, don’t be cunning, don’t be cunning, And don’t brag!
Animals and birds gathered, watching the hare teach the fox. The brave hare whipped the fox until all the rods broke off and he himself fell to the ground from fatigue. And the fox rushed and escaped from the trap. But while she was struggling between the birches, her skin became frayed. The fox rushed at the hare. He forgot about fatigue: he ran as fast as he could. The fox gave chase and would have caught up with the oblique one, but the hare confused her. Out of fear, the hare jumped into the fox's hole, and the fox ran past: she had no idea that there was a scythe in her home. And in the hole the fox cubs shouted to the hare:
- Who are you? Leave!
But the hare had already come to his senses, his fear had passed. He twirled his mustache and assumed an air of dignity.
“I’m the one who whipped your mother with rods.” Show me the second move, otherwise you will not escape the flogging,” shouted the brave hare.
The little foxes got scared, showed the hare the second way out of the hole, and he ran further through the forest. He runs at full speed, feeling that the fox is on his trail again.
He ran, he ran sideways... He jumped over seven mountains, flew over seven forests, swam across six rivers, and when he got to the seventh river, he rolled head over heels down a hill and landed in the coastal mud. The hare was so dirty that his ears were stuck to his head. And he began to look like a beaver. But there’s no time to wash, I just rubbed my slanted eyes with my paws. He quickly tied up the raft and got ready to sail down the river. And the fox jumped over seven mountains, ran through seven forests, reached the seventh river, and smelled a hare on the bank. He looks: a beaver, smeared with mud, is standing on a raft and using a hook to push the raft away from the shore, but it won’t push it away.
Lisa asks:
- Beaver, beaver, didn’t a hare run through here? He smiled obliquely, finally pushed his raft away and asked: “What kind of hare is this, isn’t it the one that whipped the fox with birch twigs and ruined its expensive skin?”
“I don’t know,” answered the fox. - I don’t need this hare. Just think, the deal was for a penny, and the conversation was miles away.
The fox turned and went into the forest, and the scythe swam safely down the Vychegda, singing a cheerful song. The fox lay, lay in the forest, thought, thought and decided: “I’ll go to the river again, maybe only one beaver knows about what the hare did to me, and the others know nothing.”
The fox ran straight to the shore.
And the hare slowly floats on a raft along a winding river. He had already managed to get himself a Moscow caftan and a hat.
The fox sat down on the bank, and then the hare swam up. She didn't recognize him again.
-Who will you be? - asks the fox.
“I’m a Muscovite, I’m sailing home,” the hare answers.
- What news in the world? - asks the fox.
“I haven’t heard any news,” the oblique one answers. “But I just heard that a hare whipped a fox, ruined her expensive skin, and knocked off her arrogance.”
The fox felt sad, went into the forest again, and lay down under a tree. The hare swam and swam, decided to rest and land on the shore. And the fox lay there, lay there, and again went out to the river and ran along the bank. “Won’t I meet someone else,” he thinks. Maybe only the beaver and the Muscovite heard about my shame..."
She sat down by the river again and waited to see if anyone would show up. Look, the hare is swimming. The fox again did not recognize him - he put on a new hat.
- Who are you, where are you coming from? - asks the fox.
“I’m a Muscovite, I’m sailing from Moscow,” answers the oblique one.
—Have you heard any news in Moscow?
“I haven’t heard any special news,” said the hare. “They just say in Moscow that a hare whipped a fox with twigs.”
“Besides, haven’t you heard anything special?” - the fox sighed. - Do you know if the expensive fox fur coat has fallen in price now?
The hare answers:
- Of course, it has fallen in price! If it was twenty rubles, then after such an incident it will cost ten rubles, if it cost ten rubles, then it will come to five rubles.
The fox began to cry, ran away into the forest, and from then on did not brag.
Once upon a time there lived a fox and a hare. The fox had an ice hut, the hare had a bast hut.
The red spring has come - the fox’s hut has melted, but the hare’s hut remains as before.
So the fox asked him to spend the night, and kicked him out of the hut. The dear bunny is walking and crying. A dog meets him:
Bang, bang, bang! What, bunny, are you crying?
How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. She asked me to spend the night, but she kicked me out.
Don't cry, bunny! I will help your grief.
They approached the hut. The dog barked:
Bang, bang, bang! Get out, fox!
And the fox from the stove:
The dog got scared and ran away.
The bunny walks along the road again, crying. A bear meets him:
What are you crying about, bunny?
Don't cry, I will help your grief.
No, you won't help. The dog chased him, but he didn’t drive him out, and you can’t drive him out.
No, I'll kick you out!
They approached the hut. The bear will scream:
Get out, fox!
And the fox from the stove:
As soon as I jump out, as soon as I jump out, the scraps will go down the back streets!
The bear got scared and ran away.
The bunny is coming again. A bull meets him:
What, bunny, are you crying?
How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. She asked to spend the night and kicked me out.
No, bull, you can't help. The dog chased but didn’t drive him out, the bear chased him but didn’t drive him out, and you can’t drive him out.
No, I'll kick you out!
They approached the hut. The bull roared:
Get out, fox!
And the fox from the stove:
As soon as I jump out, as soon as I jump out, the scraps will go down the back streets!
The bull got scared and ran away.
The little bunny is walking along the road again, crying more than ever. A rooster with a scythe meets him:
Ku-ka-riku! What are you crying about, bunny?
How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. She asked to spend the night and kicked me out.
Let's go, I'll help your grief.
No, rooster, you can't help. The dog chased but didn’t drive him out, the bear chased him but didn’t kick him out, the bull chased him but didn’t kick him out, and you can’t drive him out.
No, I'll kick you out!
They approached the hut. The rooster stomped his paws and beat his wings:
Ku-ka-re-ku! I'm walking on my heels
I carry the scythe on my shoulders,
I want to whip the fox,
Get off the stove, fox,
Get out, fox!
The fox heard, got scared and said:
Putting on my shoes...
Rooster again:
Ku-ka-re-ku! I'm walking on my heels
I carry the scythe on my shoulders,
I want to whip the fox,
Get off the stove, fox,
Get out, fox!
Lisa says again:
Getting dressed...
Rooster for the third time:
Ku-ka-re-ku! I'm walking on my heels
I carry the scythe on my shoulders,
I want to whip the fox,
Get off the stove, fox,
Get out, fox!
The fox ran out unconscious, and the rooster then killed her with a scythe.
And they began to live with the bunny in a bast hut.
