I think it’s time to add another portion of interesting children’s reading to our collection. Moreover, my review of books for children 2-3 years old has been started a long time ago and is not finished. you can find an article with a selection of books by foreign authors, as well. And since Russian writers and Russian folk art have so far been undeservedly deprived of attention, we will talk about them today.
Many of the books on today's list are familiar to all of us from an early age. Chukovsky, Mikhalkov and Marshak were perhaps the main books of my childhood. However, thanks to my daughter, I discovered other wonderful Russian authors whose existence I had never even suspected before. These are Renata Mukha, Vadim Levin, Genrikh Sapgir and many others. You can read more about all of them below.
R. Mukha, V. Levin, V. Lunin “Polite Elephant” (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)
I'll start with a collection of poems, which for a long time was our absolute favorite. With this book we sincerely laughed, were surprised, and looked at the bizarre illustrations. The poems here are endowed with a share of mischief and subtle humor, which, by the way, is quite understandable to a child from 2-2.5 years old. And, it should be noted that, despite the entertaining note in the text, there is certainly something to discuss and remember.
Krasovskaya’s illustrations deserve special attention. First of all, there are a lot of them. Secondly, they are bright, infinitely kind and very funny. They fit perfectly with such a funny text.
I also really liked the collection of poems Renata Mukha “Good Bad Weather” (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop) (or its analogue " Stung already"), I gave it to my friends when “Polite Elephant” was not on sale. A large format book with no less wonderful illustrations by Antonenkov, Renata Mukha’s poems in this book are the same as in “Polite Elephant”, one drawback - there is no Levin and Lunin. And the book is beyond praise.
A. Barto "Poems" (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)
I think 2-3 summer child already knows by heart “The Mistress Abandoned the Bunny” and “Dropped the Teddy Bear on the Floor”, but the collection “Toys” is, although the most famous, it is far from the only collection that Agnia Lvovna left us as a legacy. For me, for example, her poems from the cycles “Vovka is a kind soul”, “ Younger brother", "Nastenka", "I'm growing." These are just wonderful poems about guys, about their ordinary everyday problems and discoveries. The "Children's" theme makes them very close and understandable for children. And I consider the poems from the “Younger Brother” series generally necessary if another baby is born or is expected in the family, because... they teach care and kindness towards children. All poems are easy and accessible. Best for children over 2 years old.
Poems from the above-mentioned cycles are published in one form or another in various collections. Unfortunately, we were given not the most successful edition of Barto, I would even say one of the most unsuccessful, with tacky computer illustrations. The book, of course, is not suitable for instilling artistic taste in a child, but my daughter latched on to it so much that she had to put up with these tasteless pictures and read whatever she was asked to read.
Fortunately, you can find better editions in stores, for example, such.
Z. Aleksandrova “Poems” (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)
Perhaps Tasin’s favorite poem is Alexandrova’s “About a Girl Yes and a Boy No,” but there are many other good and memorable poems in the collection. Like Barto, Alexandrova’s poems are also mainly about children: about how they play hide-and-seek, play horse, build a scooter, pick flowers, and so on. If we compare it with Barto, the book was still not so beloved by us (some poems seemed difficult to understand and not so catchy), but on the whole the book takes a worthy place in our library.
“The White House and the Black Cat” retold by B. Zakhoder (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)
Have you ever heard of the artist Tralislav Trulyalinsky, who lives in Pripevaisk, on Veselinsky Lane? If not yet, then you definitely need to meet this cheerful artist and his family, who dance and sing all day long! He lives on the pages of this short collection of funny and unusual Polish poems in the brilliant retelling of Boris Zakhoder. When reading the book, it evokes a storm of emotions in my child. And although there are only 3 poems here, they don’t get boring. I recommend it to get in a good mood.
I. Tokmakova “Where the Fish Sleeps” (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)
Another famous Soviet poetess is Irina Tokmakova. We present her work in the form of a small but very wonderful collection “Where the Fish Sleeps.” The poems are very lively and playful, the style is light and pleasant, and there is also humor. We read it with pleasure and learned the entire book by heart.
Another example of a good collection by Tokmakova - "The sun goes around in circles" (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop).
G. Sapgir “Forests-miracles” (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)
Perhaps someone remembers Sapgir’s work from their childhood, but I met him quite recently, together with my daughter. On first reading, the poems seem quite unusual and the rhymes unconventional. But the more you read, the more you get into it. And now the text flows like a song.
This amazing book smells like a fairy tale. Everything here is unusual: in the miracle forests, an owl welcomes a bear, a deer plays tag, a kind lion offers its paw to passers-by, and in the land of Laughter there live laughers who can even laugh at an evil dragon so much that it burns to the ground. Reading this book, you are immersed in the fairy-tale worlds that the author has outlined. I really don’t want to leave them. The drawings very harmoniously complement the text and are just as magical.
I. Surikov “Childhood” (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)
I have already written about this magnificent book.
WITH. Mikhalkov “The most favorite fairy tales and poems for kids” (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)
I can’t imagine raising a child without Mikhalkov’s poems, probably because they were read to me most often in childhood, and Uncle Styopa and stubborn Foma were too firmly entrenched in my head. So my assessment will definitely not be objective, and how can one evaluate a classic that has been tested over the years. Every child should have this book!
And Mikhalkov also has an amazing talent, without any tediousness (like, for example, Prokofieva), in a sweet and funny manner, telling children about their little flaws in behavior, whims, and stubbornness.
In our collection ( Follow the link for a complete analogue of our book), perhaps the most full meeting fairy tales and poems by Mikhalkov. The only thing I didn’t really like about the collection is that it contains a lot of completely different artists, and I can’t say that I liked all the illustrations.
K. Chukovsky “Fairy Tales” (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)
S. Marshak “Poems and Fairy Tales” (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)
V. Suteev in fairy tales and pictures (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)
There are a huge number of collections united by Suteev’s pictures. When purchasing, be sure to read the contents, because... they often publish works by Mikhalkov, Marshak, Chukovsky, and perhaps you already have them.
Russian folk tales (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)
To be honest, my attitude towards Russian folk tales is ambiguous. And although I can’t help but read them to my child (they are classics, after all), I often don’t understand what their moral is. Yes, of course, in some fairy tales there are useful ideas, for example, not to let an unfamiliar wolf into the house, as in “The Wolf and the Seven Little Kids,” or not to go far into the forest without girlfriends, as in “Masha and the Bear.” But I don’t understand at all what the moral of those fairy tales is, where the most best bride and life goes to a lazy fool, and why does a fairy tale teach you to hope for a wonderful pike, a burka or magic ring, and not on your own. There are some fairy tales that even frighten you with their cruelty, such as “Tereshechka,” where Chuvilikha fried and ate her daughter. Having become thoroughly familiar with folk art, I decided to still read fairy tales, but with some filtering and explanation.
To introduce my daughter to folklore I chose a collection from the publishing house AST "". I liked the quantity and quality of the pictures here, the presentation of the fairy tales themselves (and it must be said that it differs significantly from collection to collection). Here there are not only the simplest fairy tales, like Kolobok and Teremok, but also those that are longer and more complex.
Many fairy tales can also be found separately, for example, in the following publications:
"Straw bull - tar barrel" (Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)
(Ozon, Labyrinth, My-shop)
This is Georgian folk tale with the favorite plot “First bring me this, then I’ll give you that” (as, for example, in “The Cockerel and the Beanstalk”). It was published quite decently by the Nigma publishing house.
"Talkingfairy tales» (Ozon, My-shop, Read)
Well, for a change you can read the so-called “talking fairy tales”. Their essence is that when a certain word appears in the text, you need to press a button with the corresponding sound. For example, when reading the words “Martynka felt sorry cat ...”, the baby clicks on the image of a kitten and hears meowing. Taisiya still enjoys this kind of entertainment, which is why these books, having outlived many of their “colleagues,” still live on our shelves and never go into the closet.
Once upon a time there was a goat, the goat made herself a hut in the forest. Every day the goat went to the forest for food. She will leave on her own, 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'm a goat, I 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 feeds them and goes 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, fat voice:
You, kids, 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:
“You are smart, kids, for not opening the door to the wolf, otherwise he would have eaten you.”
What did the goat punish the kids when she went into the forest?
Who came to the kids? What was he like? What voice did he sing in?
Were the little goats afraid of the big and terrible wolf? Did they open the door to the wolf?
How did the mother goat praise her babies? Let's say it together: “You are smart, kids...”
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 did you tease?
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 did you tease?
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 did you tease?
The fox asked and begged and begged, and the hare let her go onto the stove.
A day or two passed, 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:
- Tuff-tuff-tuff! 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, but he kicked me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” the dogs say. - We are driving her away.
- No, don’t kick me out!
- No, we'll kick you out!
We approached the hut:
- Tuff-tuff-taff! Get out, fox!
And she told them from the stove:
- As soon as I jump out,
As soon as 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, gray wolf, 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, but he kicked me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the wolf, “here I am chasing her away.”
- 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.
- Uuyy... uyyy... Get out, fox!
And she from the stove:
- As soon as I jump out,
As soon as 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, but he kicked me out.
“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the bear, “I’m chasing her away.”
- 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 are not the one driving.
- 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,
As soon as 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-riku! 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, but he kicked me out.
- Don’t worry, little bunny, I’ll drive the fox out for you.
- No, you won’t kick me out. The dogs chased, they chased - it wasn’t you who chased, the gray wolf chased, chased - did not drive out, the old honey chased, chased - did not drive out. And you won’t even be kicked out.
- No, I'll kick you out.
The rooster went to the hut:
- Ku-ka-riku!
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-riku!
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-riku!
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 get along.
Questions to discuss with children
What kind of hut did the hare and fox build? Whose hut was warmer?
What happened to the fox's ice hut in the summer?
What did the fox ask the hare for?
Did the fox do a good thing when he kicked the hare out of the house?
Who tried to help the bunny? Why couldn't such big animals help the little bunny?
What did the fox answer to the dog, wolf and bear?
Who helped the bunny in trouble? Why did the little rooster manage to defeat the fox?
Russian folk tale "Masha and the Bear"
Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman, and they had a granddaughter, Masha. The friends have gathered to pick berries and invite Masha with them.
“Go,” said the grandfather and grandmother, “and look, don’t lag behind, where everyone is, there you will be.”
Masha went.
Suddenly, out of nowhere - a bear. Masha got scared and started crying. The bear grabbed her and carried her away.
And the girlfriends came running to the village and said that they had lost Masha.
Grandfather and grandmother searched and searched for her, but they didn’t find her, they began to cry, they began to grieve.
And the bear brought Masha to his home and said:
- Don't cry, I won't eat you! I'm bored alone, stay with me.
Tears won’t help my grief, Masha began to think about how to get away from the bear. She lives with a bear. The bear brought her honey, berries, peas - everything. Masha is not happy.
- Why aren’t you happy about anything? - Honey asks.
- Why should I be happy? How can I not grieve! Grandpa and grandma think you ate me. Bring them a gift from me - a box of pies. Let them know that I'm alive.
The bear brought flour, Masha baked pies - a large dish. The bear found a box to put the pies in.
Masha said to the bear:
- You'll carry it, dear, don't eat. I’ll look from the hill and I’ll see it.
While the bear was getting ready, Masha took the time to climb into the back and cover herself with a dish of pies.
The bear took the body, put it on his back and carried it.
He walks along paths past fir trees and birches, where he descends into a ravine and rises up. Tired - says:
— What a heavy body!
I'll sit on a tree stump
I'll eat the pie.
Masha heard and screamed:
- See see!
Not far from grandfather's yard.
The bear growled:
- Look, she’s so big-eyed!
Sits high
He looks far away.
- I’ll sit on a tree stump,
I'll eat the pie.
And Masha screamed again:
- See see!
Don't sit on the stump, don't eat the pie -
Very close to grandfather's yard!
The bear did not sit on the tree stump, did not eat the pie, and moved on. I reached the village and found Mashin’s house. Knock-knock at the gate! The dog barked. And others came running from everywhere. There was such a barking!
As soon as grandfather and grandmother opened the gate, the bear threw the body off his back and ran away. And the dogs follow him, catch up, bite him. Barely escaped.
Grandfather and grandmother saw the body, came closer, and their granddaughter climbed out of it, alive and well. Grandfather and grandmother cannot believe their eyes. They hug her and kiss her. And what can I say about Masha! I was so glad!
Grandfather, grandmother and Masha began to live in the old way, gain good things and forget the bad.
Questions to discuss with children
What did the grandparents say when they let Mashenka go into the forest with her friends?
How did Masha end up in the bear's hut?
What did the bear say when he saw Masha?
What trick did Masha come up with to get to my place?
What did the bear say when he wanted to sit down to rest? What did Masha answer him from the back?
Tell us what the body looks like in which the bear carried Masha to her grandparents.
Russian folk tale "The Fox and the Dogs"
A fox ran across the field. Out of nowhere, the dogs jumped out and chased her.
Fox, come on, run! She ran and ran and went under a stump into a hole and left.
She sits in a hole and says to herself:
- Ears, ears, what were you doing?
“We listened and listened so that the dogs wouldn’t eat the little fox.”
- Legs, legs, what were you doing?
“We ran and ran so that the dogs wouldn’t catch the little fox.”
Let's switch necks! - suggested the piglet Button to the giraffe Longhorn.
I will give you mine, and you will give me yours.
Why do you need my neck? - asked the giraffe.
It will come in handy - answered the piglet. - With a long neck, it’s easier to copy dictation in class.
Why else?
And in the cinema, you can see everything from anywhere.
Well, what else?
You can get apples from tall trees.
Uh-uh, no! - said Dolgovyazik.
I will need such a wonderful neck myself!
Fairy tale "Fisher Cat"
One day the Cat went to the river to fish and met the Fox at the very edge of the river. The Fox waved her fluffy tail and said in a honeyed voice:
Hello, godfather, fluffy cat! I see you are going to catch fish?
Yes, I want to bring some fish to my kittens.
The fox lowered her eyes and asked very quietly:
Maybe you can treat me to some fish too? Otherwise it’s all chickens and ducks.
The cat grinned:
So be it. I'll give you the first fish.
I don’t know how to thank you.
My first fish, my first fish!.. 
And then, from behind the trunk of a shaggy spruce, a large, shaggy Gray Wolf came out to meet them.
Hello, brother! - Wolf wheezed. - Are you going fishing?
Yes, I want kittens
Well, will you throw me some fish, brother? Otherwise it’s all goats and sheep, goats and rams. I would like something lean!
The cat grinned:
OK. The first fish is for the Fox, and the second is for you!
Well done, brother! Thank you!
And the second one is mine! And the second one is mine! 
Suddenly a Bear came out of the thicket. I saw a cat with a fishing rod and roar:
Hey son! Are you fishing?
I want it for kittens.
Listen, son, won’t you give me, an old man, some fish? I love fish to death! Otherwise they are all bulls and cows with horns and hooves.
The cat grinned into his mustache and said:
I promised the first fish to the Fox, the second to the Wolf, and you will have the third.
Let it be the third, but only the biggest one!
The Cat walks ahead, the Fox skips behind him, the Wolf sneaks behind the Fox, and the Bear waddles behind everyone.
The first fish is awesome, mine! - the fox whispers.
And the second one is mine,” the Wolf mutters.
And the third one is mine! - Bear growls.
So everyone came to the river. The cat took off the bag, put the bucket next to it, and began to unwind the fishing rod. The Fox, Wolf and Bear settled down in the bushes nearby: they are waiting for their share of the catch.
The cat put a worm on the hook, threw out the fishing rod, sat down comfortably and stared at the float. The friends in the bushes also don’t take their eyes off the float. Are waiting.
The fox whispers:
Catch, fish, big and small.
And suddenly the float shook. Lisa gasped:
Oh, my fish is biting!
The float danced and jumped on the water; circles ran from him in all directions.
Pull! Pull! Get my fish! - Lisa shouted. The cat got scared and pulled. The fish flashed silver and went under the water with a splash.
Lost it! - Wolf wheezed. “I hurried up, stupid, and started screaming.” Well, now it's my turn! Mine won't break!
The Cat put a new worm on the hook and cast the fishing rod again. The Wolf rubs his paws and says:
Catch the fish, big and big. Get caught.
Just then the float shuddered and began to walk on the water. The cat has already taken the rod into his paw.
Don't pull! - the Wolf growls. - Give the fish a stronger hold.
The cat let go of the fishing rod, and the float suddenly stopped immediately.
Now get it! - commanded the Wolf.
The cat pulled the fishing rod - a bare hook was dangling at the end of the line.
I waited,” Lisa giggled. - Your fish ate the whole worm!
The cat put a new worm on the hook and cast the fishing rod for the third time.
Well, now it's quiet! - the Bear barked. - If you scare away my fish, I’ll tell you!.. Here it is!!!
The entire float went under the water, the fishing line was stretched like a string: it was about to break.
Ho-ho! - the Bear rejoices. - That's mine! As I punished, the biggest!
The cat can barely stay on the shore: the fish will drag him into the water. A terrible, mustachioed muzzle has already appeared from the water. That's catfish!
I'm the first, it's mine!.. I won't give it!!! - the Fox suddenly squealed and rushed into the river.
Noooo, you're being naughty. Mine will be! - the Wolf growled and dived after the Fox. The bear on the shore roars at the top of his lungs:
Robbed!.. Robbers!..
And in the water there is already a battle going on: the Wolf and the Fox are tearing fish from each other. The bear didn’t think long and, with a running start, also fell into the water.
The water in the river is boiling like a cauldron. Every now and then someone's head will pop up: now a fox's, now a wolf's, now a bear's. It is unknown why they are fighting. The fish had already swam away a long time ago.
The cat grinned in his mustache, reeled in the fishing rod and went to look for another place, where it was quieter. 
Fairy tale "The Rabbit Who Was Not Afraid of Nobody"
Fame comes when you don't expect it. So she came to the gray rabbit Kocheryzhka, who one fine day became famous. That day, the rabbit Kocheryzhka met a Bear in the forest.
This is my tr-r-ropinka! - the Bear muttered, wanting to jokingly scare the rabbit. But Kocheryzhka didn’t even bat an ear, said hello and walked past as if nothing had happened.
The bear was even taken aback by surprise. That day, the Kocheryzhka rabbit collided with a Tiger on a suspension bridge.
Here I will show you! - The Tiger attacked the rabbit.
But the Kocheryzhka rabbit was not at all afraid. He just asked:
Is that what you said?
That day, the rabbit Kocheryzhka accidentally stepped on the paw of the Lion himself.
I'm going to crush you, little baby, in a terrible way! - Lev growled menacingly.
Then he raised his hat, bowed and moved on. The tiger was even taken aback by such unheard-of audacity.
“I’m glad to see you,” said Kocheryzhka, smiled and patted the dumbfounded Lev on the back.
Eita's parrot saw and heard all this and chattered everywhere. Then the animals and birds began to praise in every possible way the rabbit Kocheryzhka, who is not afraid of anyone. No wonder they say that fame has wings. Kocheryzhka was just approaching his house, and fame was already waiting for the hero on his own street. 
Well done! You're just great, Kocheryzhka! - the donkey Alphabet rushed towards him.
We have already renamed our Cabbage Street. It is now called “Street named after the Kocheryzhka rabbit.”
Wait! What are you saying? I hear nothing. Ah, I remembered! After all, yesterday I plugged my ears with cotton wool because the music behind the wall was preventing me from sleeping.
And the rabbit took the cotton wool out of his ears.
Now, it’s a completely different matter, I hear everything again. So what happened here? - he turned to the surprised donkey.
And then the donkey Alphabet understood why his friend Kocheryzhka was not afraid of either the Bear, or the Tiger, or even the Lion himself. He just didn’t hear their terrible threats. Or maybe he heard and wasn’t afraid? Who knows? But they did not rename the street. That's what it's called now - Kocheryzhkina Street. And when Kocheryzhka’s grandchildren pass along the street, they usually rush after them:
Look! There come the grandchildren of that same rabbit who was not afraid of anyone!
Fairy tale "Sister Fox and the Wolf"
From the collection of A.N. Afanasyev "Russian children's fairy tales"
Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. One day the grandfather says to the woman:
You, woman, bake pies, and I will harness the sleigh and go after the fish.
He caught fish and is taking a whole load home. So he drives and sees: a fox curled up and lying on the road.
Grandfather got off the cart, went up to the fox, but she didn’t stir, she lay there as if dead.
- This will be a gift for my wife! - said the grandfather, took the fox and put it on the cart, and he himself walked ahead.
And that’s all the fox needs: she began to lightly throw everything out of the cart, one fish after another, one fish after another. She threw away all the fish and left.
Well, old woman, says the grandfather, what a collar I brought for your fur coat!
There, on the cart, are both fish and a collar.
A woman approached the cart: no collar, no fish, and began to scold her husband:
Oh you, so-and-so! You still decided to deceive!
Then the grandfather realized that the fox was not dead. I grieved and grieved, but there was nothing to do.
Meanwhile, the fox collected all the scattered fish into a pile, sat down on the road and eats for itself.
A gray wolf comes to her:
Hello, sister! Give me some fish!
Catch it yourself and eat it.
I can't!
Hey, I caught it! Go to the river, lower your tail into the hole, sit and say: “Catch, fish, both small and large! Catch, little fish, both small and great! The fish itself hangs on your tail and attaches itself.
The wolf ran to the river, lowered his tail into the hole, sat and said:
Catch, fish, big and small!
And the frost is getting stronger and stronger. The wolf's tail froze tightly. The wolf sat on the river all night.
And in the morning the women came to the ice hole for water, saw a wolf and shouted:
Wolf, wolf! Beat him!
The wolf goes back and forth, cannot pull out its tail. The woman threw the buckets and began to hit him with the yoke. Beat and beat, the wolf was eager and eager, tore off his tail and took off running.
A wolf is running, and a fox is running towards him, his head is bandaged with a scarf.
So, - the wolf cries, - did you teach me how to fish? They beat me up and tore off my tail!
Oh, little top! - says the fox. “They only tore off your tail, but they smashed my whole head.” I'm dragging my feet!
And that’s true,” says the wolf. - Where should you go, fox? Get on me, I'll take you.
A fox rides on a wolf and chuckles: “The beaten one carries the unbeaten.” The wolf has neither reason nor sense! 
Fairy tale "Fox with a rolling pin"
Russian folktale
The fox was walking along the path and found a rolling pin. She picked it up and moved on. She came to the village and knocked on the hut:
Knock - knock - knock!
It's cramped without you.
Yes, I won’t displace you: I’ll lie down on the bench myself, my tail under the bench, the rolling pin under the stove.
They let her in.
So she lay down on the bench herself, her tail under the bench, the rolling pin under the stove. Early in the morning the fox got up, burned her rolling pin, and then asked:
Where's my rolling pin? Give me some chicken for her!
Man - there's nothing to do! - I gave her a chicken for a rolling pin. The fox took the chicken and walked and sang:
A fox walked along the path,
I found a rolling pin
For the rolling pin
I took the chicken!
She came to another village:
Knock - knock - knock!
Me, little fox-sister! Let me spend the night!
It's cramped without you.
Yes, I won’t push you aside: I’ll lie down on the bench myself, tail under the bench, chicken under the stove.
They let her in. The fox lay down on the bench, her tail under the bench, and the chicken under the stove. Early in the morning the fox slowly got up, grabbed the chicken, ate it, and then said:
Where's my chicken? Give me a piece for it!
Nothing can be done, the owner had to give her a piece of chicken for the chicken.
The fox took the goose and walked and sang:
A fox was walking along the path.
I found a rolling pin
She took the chicken by the rolling pin,
I took a piece for the chicken!
In the evening she came to the third village:
Knock - knock - knock!
Me, little fox-sister! Let me spend the night!
It's cramped without you.
Yes, I won’t push you aside: I’ll lie down on the bench myself, tail under the bench, little bit under the stove.
They let her in. The little fox lay down on the bench, her tail under the bench, and her little goose under the stove. In the morning, just before it was light, the fox jumped up, grabbed the goose, ate it and said:
Where's my goose? Give me the girl for her!
And it’s a pity to give the girl away to the man. He put a big dog in a bag and gave it to the fox:
Take the girl, fox!
So the fox took the bag, went out onto the road and said:
Girl, sing songs!
And how the dog in the bag growls! The fox got scared, threw the bag - and ran... Then the dog jumped out of the bag - and followed her! The fox ran away from the dog, ran and scurried under a tree stump into a hole. Sits there and says:
My ears, my ears! What did you do?
We all listened.
What were you doing, little legs?
We all ran.
And you, little eyes?
We all looked.
What about you, tail?
And I kept stopping you from running.
And you kept getting in the way! Well, wait, I’ll ask you! - And stuck her tail out of the hole:
Eat it, dog! Then the dog grabbed the fox's tail, pulled the fox out of the hole and let's wag it! 
Fairy tale "The Cockerel and the Bean Seed"
Russian folktale
Once upon a time there lived a cockerel and a hen. The cockerel was in a hurry, and the hen said:
Petya, take your time. Petya, don’t rush.
Once a cockerel pecked bean seeds in a hurry and choked. He's choked, can't breathe, looks like he's lying dead. The chicken got scared, rushed to the owner, shouting:
Oh, hostess, quickly give me some butter to lubricate the neck: he choked on a bean grain.
Run quickly to the cow, ask her for milk, and then 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! Quickly give the cow fresh grass, she will give milk, the hostess will make butter from the milk, I will lubricate the cockerel’s neck with butter: he has choked, he lies not breathing.
Run quickly to the blacksmith for a scythe.
The chicken ran as fast as she could to the blacksmith.
Blacksmith, give it to the owner quickly good braid. 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 it to the owner new braid, the owner cut 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!” 
Fairy tale "Caught who bit"
The beaver came running to the badger and asked:
Is your footprint on the edge?
My! - the badger answers.
Well, I congratulate you! The fox is following your trail.
Where is it going? - the badger was scared.
Here he comes!
Maybe this is not your trail yet,” said the beaver.
Not mine. This is a mouse's footprint. It's behind him, that means the fox...
“Is it good to pester big ones?” asked the fox, grabbed the beaver and threw it away. The beaver fell straight into the hollow among the forest bees.
“I don’t eat honey,” the beaver said quickly. He's nasty.
The bees became indignant and rushed at the beaver.
No, no,” the beaver corrected himself, “the honey is wonderful, but I don’t eat it.”
And the badger caught up with the mouse and shouted:
Mouse, run!
Where to run? - the mouse was surprised.
The badger wanted to explain everything to him, but the fox from behind the tree shook his fist at the badger.
Uh-uh... - said the cowardly badger, - run wherever you want. Go. Go for a walk.
Why didn't you warn the mouse? - asked the beaver.
Why didn't you stop the fox? - asked the badger.
The mouse walked and did not notice anything. And the fox had already crept up very close. The mouse came out into the clearing, and there was a hut.
A hare sits in the window, drinks tea.
“Hey, little mouse,” said the hare, “and behind your back you have this... what’s his name... red fox.”
Where? - the mouse was happy.
He turned around, saw the fox and shouted:
Yeah! Gotcha biting! 
And the mouse rushed at the fox. The fox was at first confused, but then he finally grabbed the mouse. And then a bear looked out of the window.
What's happened? - he asked.
“Oh... it’s nothing!” answered the hare. “They beat the fox.”
The fox got scared of the bear and let the mouse go. And the mouse hit the fox right in the nose.
The beaver and the badger watched from behind a bush behind this whole scene and “cheered” for the mouse.
Eh! That's not how you should have hit it! - said the beaver.
But as? - asked the badger.
Beaver showed how.
Get this one of yours away from me!” the fox shouted and backed away from the mouse.
Finally the fox couldn't stand it anymore and ran away. The mouse chased him. The beaver and badger also gave chase. But the fox ran so fast that he was not caught.
“Don’t be afraid of him,” the mouse said to his friends. “If anything happens, call me.”
And they all sang a song together:
We are in good mood We walk through the forests.
Whoever wants to offend us will get a slap in the mustache himself.
Fairy tale "Different Wheels"
There is a stump, on the stump there is a little tower. And in the little house live the Mushka, the Frog, the Hedgehog and the Golden Scallop Cockerel. One day they went into the forest to pick flowers, mushrooms, and berries. We walked and walked through the forest and came out into a clearing. They look - and there is an empty cart. The cart is empty, but not simple - all the wheels are different: one is a very small wheel, another is a larger one, the third is a medium one, and the fourth is a big, very large wheel. The cart has apparently been standing for a long time: mushrooms are growing under it. Mushka, Frog, Hedgehog and Cockerel are standing, looking and surprised. Then the Hare jumped out of the bushes onto the road, also looking and laughing.
Is this your cart? - they ask the Hare.
No, this is the Bear's cart. He did it and did it, didn’t finish it and abandoned it. Here she stands. 
“Let’s take the cart home,” said the Hedgehog. It will be useful on the farm.
“Come on,” said the others.
Everyone began to push the cart, but it wouldn’t go: all its wheels were different.
Again the Hedgehog guessed:
Let's take everything one wheel at a time.
Let's!
They took the wheels off the cart and drove home: the Fly is a small wheel, the Hedgehog is a larger one, the Frog is a medium one... And the Cockerel jumped onto the largest wheel, moves his legs, flaps his wings and shouts:
Ku-ka-re-ku!
The hare laughs: “Here are the weirdos, different wheels are rolling home!”
Meanwhile, Mushka, Hedgehog, Frog and Cockerel rolled the wheels home and wondered: what to do with them?
“I know,” said Mushka, and took the smallest wheel and made a spinning wheel. The hedgehog attached two sticks to his wheel - the car came out.
“I came up with the same idea,” said the Frog, and she attached a larger wheel to the well so that it would be easier to get water. And Cockerel lowered the big wheel into the stream, set up the millstones and built a mill. 
All the wheels on the farm were useful: The fly spins threads on a spinning wheel, The Frog carries water from the well and waters the garden, The Hedgehog carries mushrooms, berries, and firewood from the forest in a wheelbarrow. And the Cockerel is grinding flour at the mill. Once the Hare came to them to see their life.
And he was received as a dear guest: Mushka knitted him mittens, Frog treated him to carrots from the garden, Hedgehog to mushrooms and berries, and Cockerel to pies and cheesecakes. The Hare felt ashamed.
Forgive me, he says, I laughed at you, but now I see that in skillful hands, different wheels can come in handy.
Fairy tale "Mitten"
Russian folktale
The grandfather was walking through the forest, and a dog was running after him. Grandfather walked and walked and dropped his mitten. Here is a mouse running, got into this mitten and says:
This is where I will live.
And at this time the frog is jumping-jumping! asks:
Who, who lives in a mitten?
Scratching mouse. And who are you?
And I'm a jumping frog. Let me go too!
There are already two of them. The bunny is running. He ran up to the mitten and asked:
Who, who lives in a mitten?
Scratching mouse, jumping frog. And who are you?
And I'm a runaway bunny. Let me in too!
Go. There are already three of them. 
The fox runs:
Who, who lives in a mitten?
A scratching mouse, a jumping frog and a running bunny. And who are you?
And I am a fox-sister. Let me in too!
There are already four of them sitting there. Lo and behold, the top runs - and also towards the mitten, and asks: - Who, who lives in the mitten?
A scratching mouse, a jumping frog, a running bunny and a little fox sister. And who are you?
And I am a top - a gray barrel. Let me in too!
Well, go!
This one got in too, and there were already five of them. Out of nowhere, a boar wanders:
Hro-hro-hro, who lives in a mitten?
A scratching mouse, a jumping frog, a running bunny, a little fox-sister and a top - a gray barrel. And who are you?
And I'm a tusker boar. Let me in too! Here's the problem, everyone's gotta play it safe.
You won't fit in!
I’ll get in somehow, let me in!
Well, what can you do, climb!
This one got in too. There are already six of them. And they are so cramped that they can’t turn around! And then the branches began to crack: a bear crawls out and also approaches the mitten, roaring:
Who, who lives in a mitten?
A scratching mouse, a jumping frog, a running bunny, a little fox-sister, a gray barrel top and a tusker boar. And who are you?
Gu-gu-gu, there are too many of you here! And I am a bear-father. Let me in too!
How can we let you in? It's already cramped.
Yes somehow!
Well, go ahead, just from the edge!
This one got in too - there were seven of us, and it was so crowded that his mitten was about to tear. Meanwhile, the grandfather missed it - there was no mitten. He then returned to look for her. And the dog ran forward. She ran and ran and looked - the mitten was lying there and moving. The dog then: - Woof-woof-woof! The animals got scared, escaped from the mitten - and scattered through the forest. And grandfather came and took the mitten.
Fairy tale "Straw bull, tar barrel"
Russian folktale
Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. They lived poorly. They had neither a goat nor a chicken. So grandma says to grandpa:
Grandfather, make me a straw bull and tar it.
Why do you need such a bull? - the grandfather was surprised.
Do it, I know why.
Grandfather made a bull out of straw and tarred it. The next morning the woman drove the bull into the meadow to graze, and she went home. Then a bear comes out of the forest. I saw a bull, approached him and asked:
Who are you?
If you are made of tar, give me straw to patch up your torn side.
Take it! - says the bull.
The bear grabs him by the side - and he’s stuck and can’t tear his paw off. 
Meanwhile, the woman looked out the window and to her grandfather:
Grandfather, the bull caught a bear for us.
The grandfather jumped out, pulled the bear away and threw it into the cellar. The next day the woman again drove the bull out into the meadow to graze, and she went home. Then a gray wolf jumps out of the forest. The wolf saw the bull and asked:
Who are you? Tell me!
I am a straw bull, a tar barrel.
If you are tar, give me some tar to tar the side, otherwise the dogs will strip it.
The wolf wanted to tear off the resin, but it stuck. And the woman looked out the window and saw that the bull was dragging a wolf. I told my grandfather quickly. And the grandfather put the wolf in the cellar.
The next day the woman took the bull to graze again. This time the fox came running to the bull.
Who are you? - the fox asks the bull.
I am a straw bull, a tar barrel.
Give me a little straw, little bull, to put on my side, otherwise the dogs almost took my skin off.
The fox also stuck. Grandfather put the fox in the cellar. And the next day they also caught the bunny.
So the grandfather sat down by the cellar and began to sharpen the knife. And the bear asks him:
Grandfather, why are you sharpening the knife?
I want to skin you and sew you down to a sheepskin coat.
Oh, don’t destroy it, set it free, and I’ll bring you honey. The grandfather let the bear go, and he continued to sharpen the knife.
Grandfather, why are you sharpening the knife? - asks the wolf.
I’ll skin you and sew your hats.
Oh, let me go, grandfather, I’ll bring you some sheep.
The grandfather let the wolf go, but he continued to sharpen the knife. The fox stuck out its muzzle and asked:
Grandfather! Why are you sharpening your knife?
Oh, your fox skin for the collar is beautiful.
Don’t ruin me, grandpa, I’ll bring you geese.
Grandfather, why are you sharpening your knife now?
Bunnies have soft, warm skin - they make good mittens.
Don't ruin me! I'll bring you some beads and ribbons, let me go free. Grandfather let him go too.
The next morning, just before dawn, someone knocks on their door. Grandfather looked out - and the bear had brought a whole beehive of honey. Grandfather took the honey, just lay down, and at the door again: knock-knock! The grandfather came out - and it was the wolf who had driven the sheep. Soon the fox brought chickens, geese and all sorts of birds. And the bunny brought beads, earrings, and ribbons. That’s why both grandfather and woman are happy. They have healed well since then.
A. N. Tolstoy “Hedgehog”
The calf saw the hedgehog and said:
- I will eat you!
The hedgehog didn’t know that the calf didn’t eat hedgehogs, he got scared, curled up into a ball and snorted:
- Try...
With its tail raised, the stupid calf jumped up and down, trying to butt it, then spread its front legs and licked the hedgehog.
- Oh oh oh! - the calf roared and ran to the mother cow, complaining:
— The hedgehog bit me on the tongue.
The cow raised her head, looked thoughtfully and again began to tear the grass.
And the hedgehog rolled into a dark hole under a rowan root and said to the hedgehog:
“I defeated a huge beast, it must have been a lion!”
And the glory of Yezhov’s courage went beyond the blue lake, beyond the dark forest.
“Our hedgehog is a hero,” the animals whispered in fear.
What did the hedgehog do when he was afraid that the calf would eat him?
What happened when the calf licked the hedgehog?
What huge beast did the hedgehog defeat? Why did this animal seem so huge to the hedgehog?
Did the animals believe the hedgehog? What did they start saying?
K. Chukovsky “Tsokotukha Fly”
Fly, Fly-Tsokotuha,
Gilded belly!
A fly walked across the field,
The fly found the money.
Mucha went to the market
And I bought a samovar:
"Come, cockroaches,
I’ll treat you to tea!”
The cockroaches came running
All the glasses were drunk,
And the insects -
Three cups each
With milk
And a pretzel:
Today the Fly-Tsokotuha
Birthday girl!
Fleas came to Mukha,
They brought her boots
But the boots are not simple -
They have gold clasps.
Came to Mukha
Grandma bee
Muche-Tsokotuhe
I brought honey...
"Beautiful butterfly"
Eat the jam!
Or you don't like it
Our treat?
Suddenly some old man
Our Fly in the corner
Povolok -
He wants to kill the poor thing
Destroy the clatter!
“Dear guests, help!
Kill the villain spider!
And I fed you
And I gave you something to drink
Don't leave me
In my last hour!
But the worm beetles
We got scared
In the corners, in the cracks
They fled:
Cockroaches
Under the sofas
And the boogers
Under the benches
And the bugs under the bed -
They don't want to fight!
And no one even moves
Won't move:
Get lost and die
Birthday girl!
And the grasshopper, and the grasshopper,
Well, just like a little man,
Hop, hop, hop, hop!
Behind the bush,
Under the bridge
And keep quiet!
But the villain is not joking,
He's arms and legs to Mucha
twists ropes,
The teeth are sharp
heart pierces
And she drinks her blood.
The fly screams
Struggling,
And the villain is silent,
Smirks.
Suddenly it flies from somewhere
Little Mosquito,
And it burns in his hand
Small flashlight.
“Where is the killer? Where is the villain?
I'm not afraid of his claws!
Flies up to the Spider,
Takes out the saber
And he's at full gallop
Cuts off the head!
takes a fly by the hand
And it leads to the window:
"I killed the villain,
I set you free
And now, maiden soul,
I want to marry you!”
There are bugs and boogers here
Crawling out from under the bench
"Glory, glory to Komaru -
To the winner!
The fireflies came running,
Lights were lit -
It became fun
That's good!
Hey centipedes,
Run along the path
Call the musicians
Let's dance!
The musicians came running
The drums started beating.
Bom! Bom! Bom! Bom!
Fly and Mosquito dance
And behind her is Klop, Klop
Boots top, top!
Boogers with worms,
Bugs with moths.
And the beetles are horned,
Rich men
They wave their hats,
They dance with butterflies.
Tara-ra, tara-ra,
The midges danced.
People are having fun -
The fly is getting married
For the dashing, daring
Young Mosquito!
Ant, Ant!
Does not spare bast shoes,
Jumps with Ant
And he winks at the insects:
"You are little insects,
You are cuties
Tara-tara-tara-tara-cockroaches!”
Boots squeak
Heels are knocking -
There will be, there will be midges
Have fun until the morning:
Today the Fly-Tsokotuha
Birthday girl!
Questions to discuss with children
What did the Tsokotukha Fly find?
Who came to visit Mukha-Tsokotukha? What gifts did they give her?
Who decided to destroy the Tsokotukha Fly?
Did the guests help the birthday girl Mukha? What did they do? Did they do well?
Who saved the Tinkling Fly from the villainous spider?
Tell me which Mosquito is: small or big, brave or cowardly?
Why did little Mosquito manage to defeat the terrible Spider?
What did Komarik say when he saved Mukha? Let's say it together:
"I am a villain...
And now...
On you..."
How did the fairy tale end? Who did you like in her?
Fairy tale “So and not so”
“Boba,” said Mura, “please draw me a cat and a mouse.”
- A cat and a mouse? - Boba said. - Great! I'll draw you a cat and a mouse.
“Oh, how funny you are, Boba,” said Mura. - How can a mouse grab a cat? After all, the mouse is small, and the cat is big. Please draw me another picture, a better one.
- Was I mistaken? - Boba said. And I drew this picture:
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“Okay now,” said Mura. - Everything is in its place, where it needs to be. Now please draw me a boat and a small house.
“Okay,” Boba said and drew this picture:
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Mura laughed and said: “You drew nonsense again!” Well, think about it: can a house stand on the water, and a boat sail on land?
“Right, right,” Boba said. - How come I didn’t think of this before! The boat needs to go to the river, and the house to the hill!
And I drew this picture:
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“You see,” said Mura, “what a great picture it turned out to be!” Everything is in its place, as it should be. Now please draw me a crib and a little girl Lyushenka.
“Okay,” Boba said. - Here's a crib for you and here's Lyushenka!
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- Oh, Boba, how terrible you are! You ruined, you ruined the whole picture! Where have you seen children put their shoes on a pillow and go to sleep under the bed?
- Ah ah ah! - Boba cried. - How absent-minded I am! Scattered with the Pool!
And he drew this picture:
- Great picture! - exclaimed Mura. “Lyusha feels so good on the bed, and the shoes feel so good under the bed!” Now, please, draw a plane, high, high, and below, on the ground, a motorcycle.
- With pleasure! - Boba said. — I like to draw airplanes. And I love motorcycles!
Boba took a pencil and drew this picture:
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Mura looked at her and even clasped her hands:
- No, you are completely impossible today! Where have you seen motorcycles flying through the air and airplanes rolling through the streets!
Boba laughed and drew this picture:
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Mura praised her very much, then took out a blank piece of paper and placed it on the table in front of Boba.
“Now, finally,” she said, “please draw me a horse and our Mitya.”
- I can do this! - Boba said. “I’ll draw you both a horse and Mitya.”
He took a pencil and drew this picture:
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- Ugh, Boba! - Mura screamed. - You drew nonsense again! Can a horse ride at Mita?
- Indeed! - Boba said and wanted to draw everything properly, but he was called to the phone.
All that was left was a blank piece of paper. Mura took a pencil and drew both the horse and Mitya herself. I drew it properly, correctly. And she would really like those boys and girls who will read this book to also draw both the horse and Mitya, so that Boba can see how to draw:
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Questions to discuss with children
What were Moore and Boba doing?
How did Boba draw a cat and a mouse? Why didn't Mura like this?
What other picture did Boba draw? Why was Mura laughing?
What else did the absent-minded Mitya get confused?
Can you draw a horse and a boy, Mitya, like Mura did?
S. Prokofiev “The Tale of Lazy Hands and Legs”
A girl, Katya, lived with her grandmother in a small house near the forest.
Maybe she was not a bad girl, but she was so lazy that you couldn’t even find the words.
In the neighboring house lived a boy, Seryozha, with his shepherd named Flashlight. The shepherd was named that way because in the dark its eyes glowed like green lanterns.
Katya and Seryozha were friends and often played together at the edge of the forest. And Flashlight with them.
One morning Katya and her grandmother gathered to drink tea. The grandmother looks, and there is no water left in the bucket.
“Katenka, dear, go to the well, bring a bucket of water,” the grandmother asked.
“I would bring it,” answered Katya. “But my legs don’t want to go to the well.”
- Aren’t you the mistress of your feet? - Grandma was surprised.
“No, I’m not the owner of my feet,” Katya shook her head. - They don't listen to me. My legs run wherever they want.
The grandmother was upset, but there was nothing to do, she took a bucket and went to the well herself.
Katya and grandma drank tea with jam.
- Katya, please wash the cups. “And I’ll rest, lie down for a while,” said the grandmother.
Katya is reluctant to wash the cups.
“I would wash the cups,” says Katya, “but my hands don’t want to wash them.”
- Aren’t you the mistress of your hands? - Grandma was even more upset.
“No, I am not the mistress of my hands,” answered Katya. “My hands do whatever they want.” They don't listen to me.
Suddenly Katya jumped out of her chair and jumped, jumped and ran to the door. And then hop-hop - she galloped up the steps of the porch, and further along the entire village.
Seryozha came out onto the porch with his dog Flashlight. She looks at Katya running past Aunt Galya’s garden and grabs and picks the reddest apple.
— Handles, my hands, what are you doing? - Katya cried. - I don’t want to steal other people’s apples! This is bad.
Katya is lost and doesn’t know where to go.
Katya sat down on a tree stump and cried.
Suddenly he sees two green eyes in the darkness.
- Oh, the wolf is coming! - Katya shouted.
- It’s the Flashlight’s eyes that are glowing, we found you! - Seryozha laughed.
Grandma hugs and kisses Katya.
“Grandma, dear,” said Katya, “tomorrow I’ll go to the well myself to get water and wash the cups.” And you, Aunt Galya, forgive me. When your apples are ripe, I will help you collect them in baskets. I am now the mistress of my hands and feet again!
Questions to discuss with children:
How did Katya upset her grandmother?
What was the name of Seryozha's dog?
How did Katya become the mistress of her hands and feet?
V. Bianchi “The Fox and the Mouse”
- Little Mouse, Little Mouse, why is your nose dirty?
— I was digging the earth.
- Why did you dig the ground?
— I made a mink.
- Why did you make the mink?
- To hide from you, Fox.
- Little Mouse, Little Mouse, I’ll lie in wait for you!
- And I have a bedroom in my hole.
- If you want to eat, you’ll come out!
- And I have a storage room in my hole.
- Mouse, Mouse, I’ll dig up your hole!
- And I’m a stranger to you - and I always was!
Questions to discuss with children
Why does the Mouse have a dirty nose?
Who was the Mouse hiding from?
What does the Mouse have in his hole?
Where can the Mouse run away from the Fox if the Fox digs up his hole?
V. Orlov “Piggy is offended”
The ball has a new one
Lilac beret.
The goat's is red,
Satin vest.
The chicken has a bow.
The cat has boots
Two roosters -
According to the accordion.
Everyone is very happy
And the pig is angry.
Turned away in tears
She is from the trough:
She wants a new one
Lilac beret
She wants red
Satin vest,
She wants a bow
And two cockerels
Accordions.
But only about her
Nobody thought -
She was given the wrong thing
Not at all!
And what she
Did not love:
They gave her a washcloth
Questions to discuss with children
Why was the piggy angry?
What did she want to get?
Why did they give the pig a washcloth and soap? Choose words to tell what the pig was like: white, dirty, grimy, fluffy, unwashed, beautiful.
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 clicked, but the brother did not respond. Masha began to cry, but tears cannot help her grief. It’s her own fault, she must find her brother herself.
Masha ran out into the open field and looked around. He sees geese-swans darting in the distance and disappearing behind the dark forest.
Masha guessed that it was the swan geese that carried her brother away and rushed to catch up with them.
She ran and ran and saw a stove standing in the field. Masha to her:
- Stove, stove, tell me, where did the geese-swans fly?
“Throw some wood at me,” says the stove, “then I’ll tell you!”
Masha quickly chopped some firewood and threw it into the stove.
The stove told her 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?
“If you shake my apples, I’ll tell you where the geese and swans have flown.”
Masha shook the apples, the apple tree raised its branches, straightened its leaves, and showed Masha the way.
- The Milk River - the banks of jelly, where did the swan geese fly?
“A stone fell on me,” the river answers. “If you move it to the side, I’ll tell you where the geese and swans flew.”
Masha 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 a dense forest. He stands 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 Swan geese did you fly?
Hedgehog says:
- Wherever I swing, there you go too!
He curled up into a ball and rolled between the fir trees and birch trees. 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 next to him. Masha quietly crept up to the hut, grabbed her brother and ran home.
A little later, Baba Yaga looked out the window - no boy! She called to the geese and swans:
- Hurry, geese-swans, fly in pursuit, take Vanyushka away!
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 sour banks. And the geese-swans scream, flapping their wings, catching up with her...
“River, river,” Masha asks, “hide me!”
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 noticed her - they returned and flew towards her. Masha ran up to the apple tree: “Apple tree, apple tree, hide me!”
The apple tree shaded it with branches and covered it with leaves. The swan geese circled and circled, did not find Masha and Vanyusha and flew past.
Masha came out from under the apple tree, thanked her and started running again.
She is running, carrying her brother, and the house is not far away... But unfortunately, the geese and swans saw her again - and well, after her!
They cackle, fly, flap their wings just above their heads, and just in a moment they will tear Vanyushka 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 Vanyushka 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 father and mother returned from the city and brought gifts.
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 and settled in it with her kids. 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 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 the goat left, went up to the door of the hut and sang in a thick, 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 "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 lived a huge bear. 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 will go 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 bear. 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 carry 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 plate 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:
- I’ll sit on a tree stump,
Let's eat the pie!
And Mashenka from the box:
- See see!
Don't sit on a tree stump
Don't eat the pie!
Bring it to grandma
Bring it to grandpa!
“Look, she’s so big-eyed,” says the bear, “she sees everything!” He picked up the box and walked on. He walked and walked, walked and walked, stopped, sat down and said:
- I’ll sit on a tree stump,
Let's eat the pie!
And Mashenka from the box again:
- See see!
Don't sit on a 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 grandparents lived, and let’s knock on the gate with all our might:
- Knock-Knock! Unlock, open! I brought you some gifts from Mashenka.
And the dogs sensed the bear and rushed at him. They're running and barking from all the yards!
The bear got scared, put the box at the gate and ran into the forest without looking back.
Grandfather and grandmother came out to the gate. They see that the box is standing.
- 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 "Teremok"
There is a tower in a field.
A small mouse runs past. She saw the tower, stopped and asked:
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! And 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:
Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?
- I, little mouse!
- I, the frog-croak. And 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:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?
- I, little mouse.
- I, the frog-croak.
- Me, the runaway bunny.
- And 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 gray barrel top came running, looked in the door and asked:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?
- I, little mouse.
- I, the frog-croak.
- Me, the runaway bunny.
- Me, little fox-sister.
- And who are you?
- And I am a top-gray barrel.
- Come live with us!
The wolf climbed into the mansion. Five of us 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:
- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the mansion?
- I, little mouse.
- I, the frog-croak.
- Me, the runaway bunny.
- Me, little fox-sister.
- I, the top-gray barrel.
- And who are you?
- And I’m a clumsy bear.
- Come live with us!
The bear climbed into the tower. He climbed, climbed, climbed, couldn’t get in and said:
“I’d rather live on your roof.”
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: a little mouse, a frog, a little bunny, a little fox, a little sister, a little top - all safe and sound.
They began to carry logs, saw boards, and build a new mansion. They built it better than before!
Tolstoy Lev Nikolaevich “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 at 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, a very large one, was Mikhail Ivanovich’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 a middle spoon and sipped from the middle cup, then she took a small spoon and sipped from the 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, Mikhail Ivanovich’s, another smaller one, Nastasya Petrovnin’s, and a third, small one, with a blue cushion, Mishutkin’s. She climbed onto a large chair and fell; then she sat on the middle chair, it was awkward, then she sat on the small chair and laughed, it felt so good. She took the blue cup on her lap and began to eat. She ate all the stew and began to rock on her chair.
The chair broke and she fell to the floor. She stood up, picked up the chair and went to another room. There were three beds there: one large - Mikhail Ivanichev's, the other medium - Nastasya Petrovnina's, the third small - Mishenkina's. 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 was slurping in my cup!”
And Mishutka saw his empty cup and squealed in a thin voice: “Who sipped in my cup and swallowed it all!”
Mikhailo Ivanovich looked at his chair and growled in a terrible voice: “Who was sitting on my chair and moved it from its place!”
Nastasya Petrovna looked at her chair and growled not so loudly: “Who was sitting on my chair and moved it from its place!”
Mishutka looked at his broken 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 small bench, climbed into his crib and squealed in a thin voice: “Who went to my bed!” And suddenly he saw a girl and screamed as if he was being cut: “Here she is!” Hold it, hold it! Here she is! 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.
Brothers Grimm, Jacob and Wilhelm "Pot of Porridge"
Once upon a time there lived a girl. The girl went into the forest to pick berries and met an old woman there.
“Hello, girl,” the old woman told her. - Give me some berries, please.
“Here, grandma,” says the girl.
The old woman ate some berries and said:
“You gave me some berries, and I’ll give you something too.” Here's a pot for you. All you have to do is say:
- One two Three,
Pot, cook! —
and he will begin to cook delicious, sweet porridge.
And you tell him:
- One two Three,
Don't cook anymore! —
and it will stop cooking.
“Thank you, grandma,” the girl said, took the pot and went home to her mother.
The mother was delighted with this pot.
And how can you not be happy? Without labor or hassle, delicious, sweet porridge is always ready for lunch.
One day a girl left the house somewhere, and her mother put the pot in front of her and said:
- One two Three,
Pot, cook! —
he started cooking. I cooked a lot of porridge. Mother ate and became full. And the pot cooks everything and cooks the porridge. How to stop him? It was necessary to say:
- One two Three,
Don't cook anymore! —
Yes, the mother forgot these words, and the girl was not at home.
The pot cooks and cooks. The whole room is full of porridge, there’s porridge in the hallway, there’s porridge on the porch, there’s porridge on the street, and he cooks and cooks everything.
The mother got scared and ran after the girl, so as not to get her across the road - the hot porridge was flowing like a river.
It’s good that the girl was not far from home. She saw what was happening on the street and ran home. Somehow she climbed onto the porch, opened the door and shouted:
- One two Three,
Don't cook anymore! —
and the pot stopped cooking porridge. And he cooked so much of it that anyone who had to travel from the village to the city had to eat his way through the porridge.
But no one complained about it. The porridge was very tasty and sweet.
Eskimo fairy tale “How the fox offended the bull”
One day a fox was walking along the seashore. And the goby, a sea fish, stuck out of the water and began to look at the chanterelle.
The little fox saw the bull and sang:
- Goby, goby,
Goggle-eyed,
Goby, goby,
Largemouth,
Goby, goby,
Spiny barrel!
And the bull says to her:
- And you are shaggy, and your eyes are round! And you cannot live in the sea!
The little fox cried and ran home. Mother Fox asks:
- Who offended you, daughter? Why are you crying?
- How can I not cry? The sea goby offended me. He told me that I was shaggy and my eyes were round.
And the fox asks:
- And you didn’t tell him anything? Foxy says:
- Said.
- What did you tell him? - asked the fox.
“And I told him that he’s bug-eyed and has a big mouth.”
“You see,” said the mother fox, “you were the first to offend him.”
