Short tales - just 12 little short bedtime stories for kids.
MASHA AND OIKA
Once upon a time there were two girls.
One girl's name was Masha, and the other was Zoya. Masha loved to do everything herself. She eats soup herself. Itself drinks milk from a cup. She puts the toys in the box herself.
Oyka herself does not want to do anything and only says:
- Oh, I don’t want to! Oh, I can't! Oh, I won't!
Everything is "oh" and "oh"! So they began to call her not Zoya, but Oyka.
A TALE ABOUT THE RUDE WORD „GO OUT! "
Masha and Oyka built a house of blocks. The Mouse came running and said:
- What a beautiful house! Can I live in it?
“Get out of here, Mouse!” Said Oyka in a rough voice. Masha was upset:
- Why did you drive the Mouse away? The mouse is good.
- And you too, Masha! - said Oyka. Masha took offense and left. The Sun looked through the window.
- Shame on you, Oyka! - said the Sun. - Is it possible for a girlfriend to say: "Go away!"? Oyka ran to the window and shouted to the Sun:
- And you go too!
The Sun said nothing and left the sky somewhere. It became dark. Very, very dark. Oyke became scared.
- Mom, where are you? - shouted Oyka.
Oyka went to look for mom. I went out onto the porch - it's dark on the porch. I went out into the yard - it's dark in the yard. Oyka ran along the path. She ran, ran and ended up in a dark forest. Oyka got lost in a dark forest.
“Where am I going?” Oyka was scared. - Where is my house? I'll go straight to the Gray Wolf! Oh, I will never say “go away” to anyone again.
The Sun heard her words and went to heaven. It became light and warm.
And here is Masha. Oyka was delighted:
- Come to me, Masha. Let's build a new house for the Mouse. Let him live there.
A TALE ABOUT A Nipple
Masha went to bed and asks:
- Mom, give me a pacifier! I won't sleep without a nipple. Then the night bird Owl flew into the room.
- Wow! Wow! So big, and you suck a nipple. There are hares in the forest, squirrels smaller than you. They need a nipple.
The Owl grabbed the Car's pacifier and carried it far, far, across the field, across the road into the dense forest.
“I won’t sleep without a nipple,” Masha said, dressed and ran after Sova.
Masha ran to Zaychikha and asked:
- Did the Owl come here with my pacifier?
- I flew in, - says the Hare. - We just don't need your nipple. We have nippleless rabbits sleeping.
Masha ran to the Bear:
- Bear, did the Owl come here?
- I flew in, - the Bear answers. - But my cubs do not need a nipple. They sleep like that.
For a long time Masha walked through the forest and saw: all the animals in the forest were sleeping without nipples. And chicks in the nests, and ants in the anthill. Masha came up to the river. Fish sleep in the water, sleep near the shore of frogs - all sleep without nipples.
Then the night bird Owl flew up to Masha.
- Here's your nipple. Masha, says the Owl. - Nobody needs her.
- And I don't need it! - said Masha. Masha threw her pacifier and ran home to sleep.
THE TALE OF THE FIRST BERRIES
Masha and Oyka made sand cakes. Masha makes Easter cakes herself. And Oyka asks for everything:
- Oh, dad, help! Oh daddy, make me cake!
Dad helped Oyka. Oyka began to tease Masha:
- And my cakes are better! I have such big and good ones. And you have so many bad and small ones.
The next day dad went to work. The Forest Bird flew in from the forest. It has a stalk in its beak. And there are two berries on the stem. Berries glow like red lanterns. “Whoever makes the cake better, I'll give these berries to him!” Said the Forest Bird.
Masha quickly made Easter cake out of sand. And Oyka no matter how hard she tried, nothing came of it.
The Forest Bird gave the berries to Masha.
Oyka was upset and began to cry.
And Masha says to her:
- Don't cry, Oyka! I will share with you. See, there are two berries here. One is for you and the other is for me.
A TALE ABOUT A PROTECTED TONGUE
Oyka went into the forest, and Teddy Bear met her.
- Hello, Oyka! - said the Bear. And Oyka stuck out her tongue and began to tease him. Bear cub felt offended. He wept and went behind a large bush. Met Oyka Hare.
- Hello, Oyka! - said the Bunny. And Oyka stuck out her tongue again and began to tease him. Bunny became offended. He wept and went behind a large bush.
Here are sitting under a large bush Teddy bear and Hare and both crying. They wipe the tears with leaves, like handkerchiefs.
A Bee arrived in a shaggy fur coat.
- What happened? Who offended you? - asked the Bee.
“We said hello to Oika, and she showed us her tongue. We are very upset. So we cry.
- It can't be! It can't be! - the Bee buzzed. - Show me this girl!
- There she sits under a birch. The Bee flew to Oyka and buzzed:
- How are you, Oyka? And Oyka showed her tongue too. The Bee got angry and stung Oyka right in the tongue. It hurts Oyke. The tongue is swollen. Oyka wants to close his mouth and cannot.
So Oyka walked until evening with her tongue sticking out. In the evening, dad and mom came from work. They anointed Oikin's tongue with a bitter medicine. The tongue became small again, and Oika closed her mouth.
Since then, Oyka has not shown her tongue to anyone else.
A TALE ABOUT THE SMALL OAK
Oyka went into the forest. And in the forest there are mosquitoes: wow! Oyka pulled out a small oak tree from the ground, sits on a stump, waving off mosquitoes. Mosquitoes flew to their swamp.
“I don't need you anymore,” said Oyka and threw the oak tree to the ground.
Squirrel came running. I saw a torn oak tree and cried:
- Why did you do that, Oyka? An oak tree would grow, I would make myself a house in it ...
Bear came running and also cried:
- And I would lie on my back under him and rest ... The birds in the forest cried:
- We would build nests on its branches ... Masha came and cried too:
- I planted this oak tree myself ... Oyka was surprised:
- Oh, why are you all crying? After all, this is a very small oak tree. There are two leaves on it. Then the old oak creaked angrily:
- I was so small too. If the oak tree grew, it would become tall, mighty, like me.
A TALE ABOUT HOW HARES SCARE THE GRAY WOLF
There lived a Gray Wolf in the forest. He hurt the hares very much.
Hares all day sat under the bush and cried. Once the Hare-dad said:
- Let's go to the girl Masha. Maybe she will help us.
The hares came to Masha and say:
- Masha! We are very much offended by the Gray Wolf. What should we do?
Masha felt very sorry for the hares. She thought she thought and came up with.
- I have a toy inflatable hare, - said Masha. - Let's inflate this toy hare. The Gray Wolf will see him and will be scared.
The first to blow was Daddy Hare. Dul-dul, and the rubber hare became as big as a lamb.
Then Hare-mother began to blow. Duladula, and the rubber hare grew as big as a ladybug.
Then Oyka began to blow. She dulled, and the rubber hare became as big as a bus.
Then Masha began to blow. She dulled, and the rubber hare became as big as a house.
In the evening, the Gray Wolf came to the clearing.
He looks, and the hare sits behind a bush. Large, very painful, thick, very thick.
Oh, how frightened the Gray Wolf!
He set his gray tail between his legs and fled from this forest forever.
A TALE OF LAZY FEET
Oyka does not like to walk herself. Every now and then he asks:
- Oh, dad, carry me! Oh, the legs are tired! So Masha, Oyka, Bear and Wolf went to the forest for berries. We gathered berries. It's time to go home.
“I won't go myself,” says Oika. - My legs are tired. Let the Bear bear me.
Oyka sat down on the Bear. The Bear is walking, staggering. It's hard for him to carry Oyka. Tired Bear.
“I can't take it anymore,” he says.
- Then let the Little Wolf carry me, - says Oika.
Oyka sat down on the Wolf. The Little Wolf is walking, staggering. It's hard for him to carry Oyka. Tired Little Wolf.
“I can't take it anymore,” he says. Then the Hedgehog ran out of the bushes:
- Sit on me. Oyka, I'll take you home.
Oyka sat down on Ezhonka and how she shouts:
- Oh! Oh! I'd rather get there myself! Teddy bear and wolf cub laughed. And Masha says:
- How will you go? After all, your legs are tired.
- Not at all tired, - says Oyka. - I just said that.
THE TALE OF THE UNREDULED MOUSE
There lived one ill-bred Mouse in the forest.
In the morning he didn't say good morning to anyone. And in the evening he did not say "good night" to anyone.
All the animals in the forest got angry with him. They don't want to be friends with him. They don't want to play with him. Berries are not served.
The Mouse became sad.
Early in the morning, the Mouse ran to Masha and said:
- Masha, Masha! How can I make peace with all the animals in the forest?
Masha said to the Mouse:
- In the morning, we must say good morning to everyone. And in the evening everyone has to say "good night". And then everyone will be friends with you.
The Mouse ran to the hares. All hares said good morning. And to dad, and mom, and grandmother, and grandfather, and little Bunny.
The hares smiled and gave the Mouse a carrot.
The Mouse ran to the squirrels. He said good morning to all the squirrels. And for dad, and mom, and grandmother, and grandfather, and even little Squirrel.
The squirrels laughed, praised the Mouse.
For a long time the Mouse ran through the forest. To all animals, big and small, he said "good morning."
The Mouse ran to the Forest Bird. The Forest Bird made a nest at the very top of a tall pine tree.
-Good morningshouted the Mouse. Little Mouse has a thin voice. And the pine is tall, tall. The Forest Bird does not hear him.
- Good morning! - the Mouse shouted with all his might. Anyway, the Forest Bird does not hear him. Nothing to do. The Mouse climbed to the pine tree. It is difficult to climb the Mouse. It clings with its paws to the bark, to the branches. The White Cloud sailed past.
- Good morning! - shouted the Mouse to the White Cloud.
-Good morning! - White Cloud answered quietly. The Mouse crawls even higher. The plane flew past.
- Good morning, Airplane! - shouted the Mouse.
-Good morning! - the Airplane boomed loudly. Finally the Mouse reached the top of the tree.
- Good morning, Forest Bird! - said the Mouse. - Oh, how long did I get to you! The Forest Bird laughed.
- Good night. Mouse! Look, it's already dark. It was already night. It's time for everyone to say good night.
The Mouse looked around - and it's true: the sky is completely dark, and there are stars in the sky.
- Well then, good night, Forest Bird! - said
Mouse.
The Forest Bird stroked the Mouse with its wing:
- How good you have become. Mouse, polite! Sit on my back, I'll take you to your mom.
A TALE ABOUT A BOTTLE OF FISH OIL
Mashin's dad made three boats.
One, small, for the Squirrel, another, larger, for the Bear, and the third, even larger, for Masha.
Masha went to the river. She got into the boat, took the oars, but she couldn't row - she didn't have enough strength. Masha is sitting in the boat very sad.
Pity the fish Masha. They began to think about how to help her. Old Ruff said:
- Masha needs to drink fish oil. Then she will be strong.
Poured fish into a bottle of fish oil. Then the frogs were called.
- Help us. Take this fish oil to Masha.
“Okay,” the frogs croaked.
They took a bottle of fish oil, pulled it out of the water, put it on the sand. And they themselves sat down and began to croak.
- Why are you croaking, frogs? - Masha asks.
- And we did not croak in vain, - the frogs answer. - Here's a bottle of fish oil. The fish sent it to you as a gift.
- I will not drink fish oil, it tastes bad! - Masha waved her hands.
Suddenly Masha sees - two boats are sailing along the river. In one, the Bear sits, in the other - the Squirrel. Boats are sailing fast, wet oars glisten in the sun.
- Masha, swam together! - Squirrel and Bear cub shout.
- I can't, - Masha answers, - the oars are very heavy.
- These are not heavy oars, but you are weak, - said the Bear. - Because you don't drink fish oil.
- Do you drink? - Masha asked.
- Every day, - answered the Bear and Squirrel.
- Okay. I will drink fish oil too, Masha decided. Masha started drinking fish oil. She became strong and strong.
Masha came to the river. She got into the boat. I took the oars.
- Why are these oars so light? - Masha was surprised.
- The oars are not light, - said Bear. - You just became strong.
Masha rode a boat all day. I even rubbed my palms. And in the evening she again ran to the river. She brought a large bag of candy and poured all the candy directly into the water.
“This is for you, fish!” Masha shouted. - And you, frogs!
Quiet, it became quiet in the river. Fish are swimming, and each has candy in its mouth. And frogs jump along the shore and suck green candies.
A TALE ABOUT MOM
Once the Bunny became capricious and told his mother:
I do not love you!
Hare-mother was offended and went into the forest.
And in this forest there lived two Wolf cubs. And they didn't have any mother. It was very bad for them without a mother.
Once the cubs sat under a bush and cried bitterly.
Where can we get mom? - says one wolf cub. - Well, at least mom a cow!
Or mom a cat! - says the second wolf cub.
Or mom a frog!
Or mom hare!
Hare heard these words and says:
Do you want me to be your mom?
The cubs were delighted. They led new mom to my home. And the house of the wolf cubs is dirty, filthy. Hare's mother cleaned up the house. Then she heated the water, put the cubs in a trough and began to bathe them.
At first, the cubs did not want to wash. They were afraid that the soap would get into the eyes. And then they really liked it.
Mommy! Mommy! - the cubs shout. - Rub your back! More on the head of the field!
So the Hare began to live with the cubs.
And the Bunny without a mother completely disappears. It's cold without mom. I'm hungry without mom. It's very, very sad without mom.
Bunny ran to Masha:
Masha! I offended my mother, and she left me.
Stupid Bunny! ”Masha shouted. -Is it possible? Where are we going to look for her? Let's go ask the Forest Bird.
Masha and the Little Hare ran to the Forest Bird.
Forest Bird, have you seen the Hare?
I have not seen, - the Forest Bird answers. - But I heard that she lives in the forest with wolf cubs.
And in the forest there were three wolf houses. Masha and the Little Hare ran to the first house. We looked through the window. See:
the house is dirty, dust on the shelves, garbage in the corners.
No, my mother does not live here, - says the Bunny. They ran to the second house. We looked through the window. They see: the tablecloth is dirty on the table, the dishes are unwashed.
No, my mom doesn't live here! - says the Bunny.
They ran to the third house. They see: everything is clean in the house. At the table are wolf cubs, fluffy, funny. There is a white tablecloth on the table. A plate with berries. Frying pan with mushrooms.
This is where my mother lives! - Hare guessed. Masha knocked on the window. She looked out the window of the Hare. Hare pressed his ears and began to ask his mother:
Mom, come and live with me again ... I won't be there anymore.
The cubs cried:
Mommy, don't leave us!
Zaychikha thought. Doesn't know what to do.
Here's how to do it, - said Masha. - One day you will be a rabbit mother, and the next day you will be a wolf.
So they decided. The Hare began to live with the Hare one day, and the next day with the wolf cubs.
WHEN CAN I CRY?
In the morning Masha began to cry. Cockerel looked through the window and said:
- Don't cry, Masha! In the morning I sing "ku-ka-re-ku", and you cry, interfere with my singing.
Masha cried during the day. Grasshopper climbed out of the grass and said:
- Don't cry, Masha! All day I chirp in the grass, and you cry - and no one hears me.
Masha cried in the evening.
Frogs galloped up from the pond.
- Do not Cry. Masha! - say the frogs. - We love to croak in the evening, and you disturb us.
Masha cried at night. The Nightingale flew in from the garden and sat on the window.
- Don't cry, Masha! At night I sing beautiful songs, and you bother me.
- And when will I cry? - Masha asked.
“Never cry,” Mom said. “You’re a big girl already.
Your eyes are closed, and sleep is already roaming your face. I will not disturb you, my dear, sleep. You heard how I entered, but did not open my eyes, only your lips moved in a slight smile .... I love it when you smile ... your lips are like a small hunting bow with raised tips, in the depths of which there is a pink tongue-arrow. Oh, this multifunctional arrow! She knows how to kill on the spot with well-aimed words, knows how to give imperious orders to subordinate men, knows how to gently coo under my chin, or maybe just keep silent, doing her amazing job!
Go to sleep, my dear, I will not disturb you. I will not lie down next to you, but I will sink to the floor to be on a par with your face.
I love such moments of mental unity with you. At these moments there are no physical contacts, only our souls speak. For me, now you are a little girl who wants to caress, stroke her curls and whisper something absurd to a sweet coming dream. You are an adult, beautiful, confident woman, but you, too, like childhood, miss tender words, I know that and am ready to tell you them. They have accumulated in me, they are crowded in my chest and in my head, they want to be heard. Mom could tell you a lot of magic words, but Mom won't say what she can say loving man... Sleep, sleep sweetly under my muttering, and it's even better that you fell asleep. Sleep, and I will whisper to you what my heart is full of.
It is a pity that I am not an oriental poet - Ferdowsi, for example, or Hafiz, or Alisher Navoi ... they knew a lot beautiful wordswith which they sang their lovers.
A living spring is your mouth and sweeter than all joy,
my sobs are no match for the Nile and the Euphrates itself.
All sweets have lost their taste and are cheap at a price:
the nectar of your sweetest lips is more beautiful than all delights.
And even the sun is hard to compete with you:
your mirrored brow is a hundred times brighter than it.
Sweet words murmur in a fast mountain stream, flow in a smooth majestic river, rustle with a gentle spring breeze, surround with a viscous pink scent ... everything is for you, everything is for you ...
I look at your bare shoulders. What are you wearing under the covers now? You have a flannel nightie with a lace collar at the neck, a funny cambric shirt, sometimes you put on flirty pajamas with ties at the throat and under the knees ... I know all your night clothes, I know them with my eyes, teeth and touch, because I took them off more than once from you ... and now I still see not a blanket on you, not your clothes, but your skin under it ... More recently, you hummed something in the bath, basking in the clouds of snow-white foam, until recently you came out of the bathroom, and dry droplets the waters glistened on your shoulders and on your chest above the towel, and here, at the very dimple in your throat ... this dimple always drove me crazy ... and now my tongue moved as usual in my mouth ... I love kissing you in this dimple ... no, no, Today I am quiet and humble, I just talk to you ... with words, but silently ... yes, it happens, thoughts are also words, only they are a thousand times faster!
I admire you. You are now lying on a high pillow, surrounded by hair golden from the light of the night light, still damp at the ends, although you tried to hide them under a hat, they still got wet and became dark bronze ... you smell of sea water, salty wind and something else- then painfully familiar, from which my head is spinning and breathless ... It smells of you ... I breathe this smell, it is no more beautiful in the world ... my roses, my beloved roses, forgive me, your scent is magnificent, but there is no smell sweeter than the scent of my beloved woman!
I look at your eyes, they are closed, I remember them perfectly, I know how they look in the twilight, the black points of the pupils become huge, like a black universe, they attract me, and I drown in them ...
I take your hand, bring it to my lips ... I kiss your every finger, every nail, I run your palm on my cheek, do you feel how smooth it is? I shaved, you love when my cheeks are smooth, you love rubbing against them, touching your tongue. Of course, my cheeks will never compare with yours with their soft velvet skin, but somewhere in the very depths of me I am ready for the fact that you can suddenly wake up and want to press your cheek against mine ... I am always ready! Do you remember how one day your cheeks were chipped on my stubble and the next morning they were covered with many small red spots…. At the bewildered looks of the staff, you casually replied that you ate too much strawberries ... an allergy, they say, and no one asked where you can get strawberries in winter ...
Therefore, I found pleasure in the once unpleasant occupation for me - shaving ... everything is for you, everything is for you!
I always want to call you baby, I want to caress and pamper you like a little girl, smooth your eyebrows with a finger, draw them along the line of the nose, along the curve of the lips, along the chin, neck, down, down ... stop ...
You stirred and smiled happily at the dream, taking a short sigh ...
Sleep, my beloved ... sleep, I entered your dream.
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When fairy tale characters come to life, they become much more convincing than real prototypes.
We invite you to the World of Fairy Tales and Adventures. This castle is very high. A beautiful princess was sitting on the roof. and near her feet the Serpent Gorynych wriggled and slid down the wall.
Bluebeard wrapped his arms around the castle's horn, and wild grapes rose up its back. Koschey the Immortal supported the balcony with his head, on which mermaids hung. Castle windows on view. like the eyes of a fat-headed dragon. And near the entrance, bulging gray wolves sat, and the entrance itself gave the impression of an open pasture of some kind of huge monster. Everything looked so scary and funny at the same time.
And the funny is never scary!
Short stories for children are small, funny, scary, kind, instructive stories from a collection of fairy tales. This is a fairy tale, only abridged.
The tale of Petya the cockerel
Once upon a time there was Petya the cockerel. Butter head, silk beard, spurs on the legs. And what a voice he had! Clean, clear, loud! The cockerel woke up one morning. Earlier then others. I looked out the window, it was dark, everyone was asleep. And the sun is still sleeping. "Not in order!" - thinks Petya the cockerel. Petya jumped on the fence, but when he shouted: "Ku-ka-re-ku!" Loud, Loud! Ringing, ringing! The sun heard him, woke up, opened her eyes. “Thank you, Petya, for waking me up! - says the Sun, - I fell asleep something. " The Sun has risen into the sky. The day has begun. All began to wake up slowly. Thanks to Petya the cockerel.
The Tale of the Hungry Mouse
Once upon a time there was a mouse, his name was Peak. Once Peak looked out of the mink and said: “I want to eat. What to profit from? " The mouse ran out of the mink to look for something to eat. He sees a doll lying on the floor. The girl played and left. “What a beautiful doll, delicious for sure,” Peak thinks. I ran to the doll. He grabbed her with his teeth and immediately spat it out. No, not a delicious doll. You can't eat it. He looked around and saw a pencil lying on the floor. Beautiful, red. The boy drew and left. "Nice pencil, delicious," - thinks Peak. I ran to the pencil, grabbed it with my teeth and immediately spat it out. Not a tasty pencil, you can gnaw it to sharpen your teeth, but it is not good for food. He looked around and saw that there was a newspaper. Dad read and forgot. “Oh, what a newspaper! I’m sure I’ll eat her, ”Peak thinks. I ran to the newspaper, grab it with my teeth and let's chew. Chewed a little and spat it out. Not a tasty newspaper, I don't want to eat it. Suddenly, Peak felt that he smelled deliciously. Looks, there is a piece of cheese on the floor. Someone dropped it. This is what I'll eat, Peak thought. The mouse ran up to the cheese, grabbed it with his teeth, and did not notice how he ate the whole piece. "Delicious cheese, sorry it's over," thought Peak and ran to sleep in his burrow.
Tea sea
a fairy tale for the little ones
There is a table. At the table - a cat and mice. In the paws of the cat is a kettle.
Do you want some tea? he asked the mice.
Yes! said the mice. - Give us a bowl of tea!
This will be our sea.
We'll be swimming for tea in cups.
We will row with spoons.
We will have an island of rolls, and on it - white grass from coconut shavings.
We'll have broccoli trees.
Our clouds will be cotton candy and our rain will be juice.
Our houses will be made of cookies.
Will you have a beach? the cat asked.
Yes! But all the sand will be sugar, the mice said.
Will you have the sun? the cat asked.
But how! - answered the mice. - Our sun is CHEESE!
Magic word
short stories for the youngest children
What should be done if mom says to the boy: "Take the toys away"?
We must run to grandma and shout: “Grandma! Save me! They are chasing me! "
What should be done if the mother says to the boy: “Go and brush your teeth”?
We must hide under the bed and shout: "I am not at home!"
What to do if mom says: “Go eat. Dinner is getting cold ”?
It was time to sleep, and the little hare grabbed the big hare by its long, long ears. He wanted to know for sure that the big hare was listening to him.
- Do you know how I love you?
“Of course not, kid. How should I know?
- I love you - that's how! - and the hare spread its paws wide, wide.
But the big hare has longer legs.
- And I you - that's how.
"Wow, how wide," thought the hare.
- Then I love you - that's how! - and he reached up with all his might.
- And you - that's how, - a large hare reached for him.
“Wow, how high,” the hare thought. - I would like that! "
Then the hare guessed: somersault on the front paws, and back up the trunk!
- I love you to the very tips of my hind legs!
- And I you - to the very tips of your paws, - the big hare picked him up and threw him up.
- Well, then ... then ... Do you know how much I love you? ... That's it! - and the hare galloped and rolled around the clearing.
- And I - like this, - the big hare grinned, and jumped up so that he got his ears to the branches!
“This is a jump! - the hare thought. “If I could do that!”
- I love you far, far along this path, as from us to the river itself!
- And I you - as across the river and in-oh-oh-he for those hills ...
"How far away," the hare thought sleepily. Nothing else crossed his mind.
Here above, above the bushes, he saw a large dark sky. There is nothing beyond the sky!
“I love you until the moon,” the hare whispered, and closed his eyes.
- Wow, how far away ... - The big hare put him on a bed of leaves.
He settled down next to him, kissed him goodnight ... and whispered in his ear:
- And I love you until the moon. Until the very, very moon ... and back.
“This is how I love you” - translation of a fairy tale in poetic form:
The little hare smiled at mom:
- I love you like that! - and threw up his hands.
- And that's how I love you! - his mother told him,
She spread her arms and showed me too.
- It's very, very much, a lot, but not too much.
- He sat down and jumped high like a ball.
- I love you like that! - the bunny laughed.
And then in response to him, running dashingly,
- That's how I love you! - the hare jumped up.
- This is a lot, - the bunny whispered, -
- I love you like that! - the bunny smiled
And on the grass-ant he rolled over.
- And that's how I love you! - mommy said
Somersaulted, hugged and kissed.
- This is a lot, - the bunny whispered, -
This is very, very much, a lot, but not too much.
Do you see the tree growing, right next to the river?
I love you like this - you know, mom!
And in my mother's arms you can see the whole valley.
- That's how I love you! - the mother told her son.
So the fun day went by. At the hour when it was getting dark
A yellow-white moon appeared in the sky.
At night, children need to sleep even in our fairy tale.
The bunny whispered to his mother, closing his eyes:
- From the earth to the moon, and then back -
That's how I love you! Isn't it clear? ..
Tucking a blanket over the bunny from all sides,
Quietly, before going to bed, my mother whispered:
- It's very, very much, it's so nice,
If you love until the moon, and then back.
Good fairy tales for children - 7 bedtime stories
A series of instructive stories (fairy tales) from our magic fairy Nelly Kopeikina is a world of kindness that teaches children to be empathetic, attentive, honest and the nicest children in the world!
Read these short stories with your kids before bed and let your kids grow up healthy, smart and kind!
Series: That's it!
In good hands
Two girls were playing in the park. They were blowing colorful soap bubbles. Their mothers sat at a distance on a bench and watched them. A man entered the square with a box in his hands. Stopping next to the girls and mothers, the man took a small cute eared puppy out of the box and put it on the playground.
After greeting everyone, the man announced:
- I'll give the puppy to good hands.
He explained that he loves this puppy very much, but circumstances are such that he urgently needs to leave, and he will not be able to take the puppy with him.
- Who wants to take? - asked the man, looking around the mothers and girls.
Both girls and mothers became interested in the puppy. One of the girls gently lifted him up and hugged him.
- Mom, let's take it, - she turned to her mother. - He's so cute, so funny.
The girl lovingly stroked the puppy's head with her finger. The puppy was very young because he was small in age, and also because he was a puppy of small indoor dogs. The girl's mother immediately agreed. But suddenly the second girl loudly declared:
- No, I'll take it! This is my puppy!
With these words the second girl reached for the puppy, grabbed him by the paws and pulled him towards her.
- Caution! The girl who was holding the puppy cried out in fright. - You will tear off his legs!
With these words, she hastily handed it over to the girl, who was ready to rip off the puppy's legs in order to take possession of them.
- Mom, - the second girl turned to her mother, - let's take it!
The girl's mother agreed. But the man who brought this puppy objected:
- No, girl, I will never give it to you.
- Why? - the girl was indignant. - I want him! You said you were giving it away.
“I said I’d give him in good hands,” the man replied. - This means that I will give it to good kind people who will take care of him, protect him. He's completely defenseless. And you were ready to rip off his legs, you did not feel sorry for him at all. You only thought about yourself.
The girl snorted resentfully and almost threw the puppy onto the playground. Another girl immediately carefully sat down to the baby, checking if he was hurt.
- And you, girl, take it, - said the man, referring to the girl who sat down to the puppy. - I see you will be a real friend to him. I think he, too, will always please you.
The girl got up with the puppy in her arms. Her face shone with happiness and delight. Her mother was also glad. The man was glad too. He saw that he was giving the puppy into good hands.
Bad boy
The mischievous boy loved to harm: he would break a rose that someone had carefully planted in the front garden, he would break the sand castle built in the sandbox by the guys, he would pull the girl by the braid, and the cat would be shocked. His harmful tricks spoiled the mood of those around him, and this made the harmful boy cheerful.
On the first of September, the day when all schoolchildren returned to school after a long summer vacation, the mischievous boy was also going to school. He began to think of what harm to do to him today.
He put a pre-prepared stone into his schoolbag so that he would throw it into the fountain pool and spray the children passing by. He did not forget to put a thick black felt-tip pen into his knapsack, this is in order to paint the windowsills and walls at school. I took the buttons in case someone could put them on the chair. On the phone, he set an alarm for the time when the first lesson would take place.
The Fairy Godmother saw the collection of the harmful boy and decided to teach him a lesson. She made this boy appear through the looking glass.
Leaving the entrance of the house, the mischievous boy saw a neighbor's cat, whom he always scared. But now he held the door and called the cat in a feigned affectionate voice:
- Go, I'll hold the door.
And he himself already intended to pinch the cat's tail. The cat knew the boy's bad temper and was in no hurry to enter the entrance. But suddenly another boy appeared from behind the door, very like two drops of water, like a mischievous boy, and pushed the door. The door slammed right on the bad boy's finger. The harmful boy exclaimed in pain, shook his hand, blew out on the sore finger.
- What, it hurts? - asked a boy who looked like him, letting the cat into the entrance. “It would hurt the cat just as much if you pinched his tail.
With these words, the mysterious boy, who looked like a mischievous boy, disappeared, and the mischievous boy went to school. When he reached the fountain, he took out the stone he had prepared from his knapsack and began to wait for the approaching children. But suddenly, from the other side, a stone of the same size as he held in his hands flew into the water, and the spray caused by its fall into the water poured the harmful boy from head to toe.
- What, fun? - Asked the splattered boy, from nowhere appeared a mysterious boy, similar to him. - That would be the same for everyone else you would spray.
Having said this, the mysterious boy disappeared.
“Now everyone will laugh at me,” thought the mischievous boy, but the guys who came up to him did not even think to laugh at him, on the contrary, they tried to help him wipe off.
It was festive and fun in the schoolyard. Only the mischievous boy was not very fun, because he had not yet managed to do a single atrocity.
“It would be great if the paint on the benches was not dry,” thought the mischievous boy, watching the girls sit on the bench. But the paint was well dried, no one got smeared in it.
“I’ll go for the braid of that little pig,” decided the mischievous boy, heading for the girl, with white bows woven into pigtails. Only the mischievous boy reached out for the girl's pigtail when someone gave him a strong slap on the head.
- Eh! What are you? - the mischievous boy was indignant, seeing next to him the same boy who looked like himself.
- Aren't you having fun? The mysterious boy asked. - The girl you just wanted to pull on the braid would be the same as you are now.
Before the mischievous boy had time to answer, the mysterious boy disappeared. “Hmm, but it's completely unpleasant when they give you a slap on the head, pinch your finger or spray you with water,” thought the mischievous boy. - Okay, I won't put buttons on anyone, it's probably also unpleasant - to sit on a sharp button. But I'll write on the windowsill. "
With these thoughts, the mischievous boy entered the clean lobby of the school, went to the back window, took out a felt-tip pen and began to think about what to write to him. There were three options - "Verka imagined", "Tolyan a moron" or "All teachers are fools." I decided to write about the teachers, but it didn't work out. Someone smeared the window sill with white paint, into which the mischievous boy slipped his hand.
- What, unpleasant? - heard a mischievous boy behind. Again, it was a boy, mysteriously appearing and disappearing.
- And who are you? The mischievous boy asked him angrily.
- I am you, only in the looking glass.
- What other looking glass! - the mischievous boy was indignant. - It only happens in a fairy tale.
- And you are in the fairy tale. The Good Fairy decided to teach you a lesson for your harm, so she placed you in the looking glass.
- Forever and ever? The mischievous boy asked fearfully.
- I don't know, it all depends on you. I think she will set you free when you mend.
- And in what to improve?
- You must stop hurting.
- Oh, but it's so cool! It's a joke, it's fun.
- Fun? - asked the mysterious boy. “I didn’t notice that you were particularly cheerful.
- Although, fun only to those who harm, - agreed the mischievous boy. The mysterious boy objected:
- And I was not fun when I pinched your finger, it was not fun when I sprayed you, when I gave you a slap on the head. And now I'm not having fun. On, rather shake it off.
The mysterious boy gave the mischievous boy a napkin, with the help of which the mischievous boy quickly wiped the paint off his hand.
- Yes, perhaps you are right, - the mischievous boy agreed, - this is not fun for anyone.
With these words, he took out his phone and turned off the alarm on it, which was supposed to ring during the lesson. When the mischievous boy looked up, the mysterious boy was no longer there. There were several minutes left before the lesson began, and the mischievous boy went to his class.
How long the mischievous boy remained in the looking glass is not known. It is only known that now it does not harm anyone, but on the contrary, it suppresses other pests.
Girl and Time
Once the Bunny came to the Good Fairy with a request to help his girlfriend - the Girl who is always late.
- I think, - said the Bunny, - Time has bewitched my girlfriend, leads her through its labyrinths, and therefore she cannot correctly orient herself in time.
The bunny told the Fairy that this Girl was late not only minutes, but even hours. And it often happened that the Girl did not come to the meeting at all on the appointed day. The fairy listened to the Bunny attentively, shook her head sternly as a sign of disapproval and said:
- Yes, this is very bad.
- Dear Fairy, - the Bunny almost begged, - you can do anything. Talk to Time, let it disenchant the Girl!
The fairy thought about it. “I see this Girl is not friends with Time, does not respect him, but Time could hardly be so cruel to her. There is some kind of confusion here. We need to figure it out, ”- thinking this way, the Fairy said to the Bunny:
- Well, let's turn to Time together. I think Time will explain everything to us.
With these words, the Fairy called to Time:
- Dear Time, please pay attention to us. Bunny and I really need your help.
The Bunny almost shouted "And the Girl", but he was a well-mannered Bunny and therefore restrained himself, did not shout, although it seemed to him that it was the Girl who needed help.
Time appeared before the Fairy and the Bunny in the form of an old clock in a large beautiful frame.
- Hello Fairy and Bunny! - Time greeted. - How can I be useful to you?
The Fairy and the Bunny answered with a greeting, and the Fairy told Time about the Bunny's girlfriend - the Girl who was constantly late. Listening to the Fairy, Time frowned more and more.
- Yes, I know this Girl. She really is almost always late. This is not good.
- So help her! - in excitement, the Bunny almost shouted, referring to Time.
- I? - Time was surprised. - How can I help her?
- Disenchant her, please! Make sure that she does not wander in your labyrinths.
- But why, Bunny, do you think that she is wandering in my labyrinths?
- How else? Why is she always late?
- Well, that needs to be clarified. Let's sit down more comfortably, I'll turn the clock back for you, and we'll understand everything.
Fairy, Bunny and Vremya sat down comfortably on the sofas, and Time asked the Bunny:
- Remember, Bunny, when the Girl was late for a meeting with you.
Bunny remembered many cases at once, but named only one.
- Yesterday morning we were going to go with her to the river to catch and release dragonflies, but she did not come.
- Didn't you come at all or didn't come on time? - asked Time.
- Absolutely, - Bunny answered, hanging his ears.
- Well, maybe she called you, apologized?
- No, - the Bunny answered sadly.
- Well, let's see what happened to the Girl. Where she was in the morning.
All three saw the merry Girl. She walked along the path towards the Bunny's house. A little wolf with a blue ball in its paws was walking towards her.
- Little wolf, - the Girl turned to him, - and where are you going?
- Why do you want to know? I don’t ask you where you are going.
- I'm going to the Bunny, we will go to the river to catch dragonflies.
- Here you go, - Wolf cub muttered, - catch your dragonflies. And Fox and Raccoon and I will play dodgeball.
“Take me with you, Little Wolf,” the Girl asked. - I'm so good at knocking!
- Yes? - the wolf cub was surprised at something. But what about the Bunny, dragonflies?
- Well, them! - the girl waved her hand towards the Bunny's house, as if waving away from something.
- Let's go, - the Teen Wolf agreed. - Only, mind you, you will be a bouncer.
The girl, no longer thinking about anything, changed the direction of the path and went with the Wolf.
The Bunny looked in surprise at the Girl and the Wolf and kept waiting for the Girl to take her beautiful phone out of the pocket of her dress and call him, call him on the lawn to play bouncer. But neither on the road, nor on the lawn, where the Fox, the Raccoon and the Squirrel were waiting for the Wolf with the ball, the Girl did not call the Bunny. The bunny saw how the children played cheerfully and joyfully on the lawn, and he remembered how sadly he sat on the swing next to his house and waited for the Girl.
- What an optional Girl! - the Good Fairy was indignant.
- And even vile, - said Time. - She betrayed her friend Hare.
- Or maybe she just forgot about our agreement, - suggested the Bunny in a somewhat uncertain tone.
- When else did she let you down?
Bunny thought to himself - "almost always", but said:
- On my birthday, the Girl was six hours late. She came when the holiday was over.
- Let's see, let's see where this Girl wandered, - said Time.
All three saw the Girl at home. She looked at her watch. The clock showed that the holiday in honor of the birthday of the Bunny was already forty minutes. But the Girl's face did not reflect any anxiety, she did not rush, she still remained sitting at the ghostly table and polished her nails.
Then she saw that her favorite cartoon was on TV. The girl sat down on the sofa and began to watch the cartoon. The cartoon ended in thirty minutes. The girl turned off the TV, got up, looked in the mirror, looked at the clock, took the gift prepared for the Bunny, and left the house without haste.
Seeing a mouse blowing bubbles in the park, the Girl approached him and began to observe the bubbles. Finally the Girl got tired of it, and she went to the Bunny. On the way to the cinema, the Girl saw the Tiger Cub. The girl had seen him before, but was not familiar with him. The Girl really liked this Tiger Cub. He was handsome, imposing, tall. It had powerful legs and a strong long tail. The tiger cub was sitting on a bench near the cinema and counting the crows. The girl happily jumped up to the Tiger cub and stopped opposite him.
- Hello, Tiger! - she said. - What are you doing?
- Hello! - answered the Tiger Cub to the Girl. - Do we know each other?
- No, - the Girl answered without embarrassment. - But we can get acquainted. I am a girl. I'm going to the Bunny's birthday.
The tiger cub hesitated a little, but still answered:
- And I'm a Tiger.
- Why are you sitting here alone? - asked the Girl.
- I'm going to the cinema now.
- One? - The Girl was happy about something.
- Yes, - the Tiger cub answered sadly. - My sister should have come, but she called, said that she would not be able to come. Can not get in time.
The tiger cub wanted to continue, wanted to explain why his sister was not doing enough, but the Girl interrupted him:
- Do you want me to go with you?
- You're going to your friend's birthday party.
- It's still early, - the Girl lied without embarrassment at all. - I have time.
- Truth? - Tiger cub rejoiced, looking at the Girl in a beautiful blue sarafan. - Let's go to!
The girl with the Tiger cub went to the cinema. At the end of the film, the Tiger Kid accompanied the Girl to the Bunny's house, and they said goodbye.
The bunny, who was no longer waiting for the Girl, was glad to see her, but at the same time, upset, because the holiday had already passed, the guests had dispersed. He expected the Girl to apologize, somehow explain her lateness, but the Girl got along with the words:
- Oh, I'm sorry, I'm late. Congratulations, Bunny!
The Fairy Godmother and Time looked at the Bunny. He sat dejected and did not look at anyone.
- Well, is the Girl not late for her birthday? - asked the Fairy Bunny.
- She's late, - answered the Bunny, nodding his head.
- This Girl shows very great disrespect to everyone, - Time noted sadly. - She, as you can see, does not wander through my labyrinths at all. This girl simply does not value her or someone else's time. She is not friends with me, but I also do not wish to be friends with such a Girl.
- And you, Bunny? - asked the Fairy. - Will you still be friends with her?
- No, - the Bunny answered firmly, but sadly. - This girl is not my friend, and I cannot be a friend to such a Girl.
“That's right,” noted Time. - With this behavior, this Girl can never be anyone's friend. And I will punish this ugliness, let her really stray through my labyrinths.
From now on, this Girl will always be late for all her most important events.
- How? - the Bunny exclaimed in fright. - To the most important events! This is awful! She will be unhappy.
- I do not know, maybe. Or perhaps she won't even notice.
- No, no, please don't! - Bunny begged.
“But this impudent liar must be punished,” Time declared firmly.
The Fairy intervened:
- The girl has already punished herself. She lost the friendship of the Bunny.
Optimist and Pessimist
Two brothers came to visit their grandfather and grandmother in one village. They arrived late in the evening, saw little around, and in the morning they both woke up from the crowing of a rooster. Boys had never heard a real rooster sing before.
- Who is this shouting, grandma? One of the brothers asked the grandmother.
- This is our rooster singing. He announces that a new day begins.
- A real rooster? - the boy was surprised and delighted. - Grandma, where is he? Can I take a look at him?
- Shut up your cock! He doesn't let him sleep! The other brother asked angrily, turning to the wall.
“Let's go,” the grandmother beckoned quietly to the boy who wanted to see the rooster. And they went into the yard.
The day was wonderful, sunny. The boy walked around the yard with joy. I met a rooster and chickens, a goat, a dog and a cat. Everything was very interesting for this boy, he was extremely happy about everything.
Every day this boy began to wake up and start his day early with a rooster crowing. In the old days, they said about early awakening - "he gets up with the roosters." This boy made friends with everyone in the yard, and everyone loved him, and the dog even became his real friend. He ran after the boy everywhere and enjoyed everything with him. Every morning, this brother with joy and his grandfather fed chickens with a rooster, gathered berries with his grandmother from the ridges and bushes, and in many other ways helped his grandfather and grandmother.
The other brother was not very happy about someone. He did not like the rooster because of the loud morning singing that prevented him from sleeping, he was afraid of the goat because of its long horns, and generally considered the cat and the doggie to be parasites. And there was no help from him to grandfather and grandmother: picking berries - the bushes prickly, bringing water is hard, taking the goat into the corral is dangerous, suddenly it gores. The brothers were different. What pleased one brother rarely made the other happy, and more often, on the contrary, upset and irritated.
- See how the droplets glisten in the sun! - one brother rejoiced at the dew.
“Well, now all your feet will be wet,” the other brother grumbled, looking at the dew.
- Today the wind! Let's start flying kites! - one brother rejoiced. You, of course, guessed it: the one who got up with the roosters.
- Today such a nasty wind, - grumbled another brother, - will blow more. Better to sit at the TV.
- Rainbow! See what a big rainbow! - exclaimed one brother, inviting others to rejoice with him.
“Fi,” the other brother snorted contemptuously, “you think this is a simple spectral analysis.
So these brothers were called in the village: the brother who rejoiced at everything was called an Optimist, and the other brother, who was annoyed by everything, was called a Pessimist.
Everyone loves an optimist: people, animals, sun, water, wind and others. Everyone is always glad to him. In the kingdom of goodness, the Optimist, without knowing it, is considered very important and respected. His optimism, love of life, kindness, responsiveness, curiosity, friendliness and all other qualities bring everyone a lot of good, which is so necessary for the existence of the kingdom of goodness and the whole world.
Everyone tries to bypass the pessimist, meeting with him does not bring joy to anyone, because he is always dissatisfied with something, grumbles, complains, groans. But the Pessimist was noticed in the kingdom of evil. With his eternal grumbling and discontent, the Pessimist, albeit a little, brings evil into the world. After all, all negative emotions are evil, and evil is necessary for the existence of the kingdom of evil.
This is how these brothers live. A pessimist rarely, very rarely gives someone joy, and he himself is almost never happy about anything. But he, without knowing it, with his pessimism constantly supports the kingdom of evil. An optimist, on the contrary, pleases others with all his actions, he himself always rejoices in all that is good, which means he brings good to the world.
This is how all people live, bringing good and evil to the world. Goodness strengthens the kingdom of goodness, which stands guard over the world. Evil strengthens the kingdom of evil, which leads our world to destruction. Fortunately, good is always stronger than evil, because people like the Optimist are on its side. Rejoicing in life, delighting others with their actions, people-Optimists, themselves not knowing about it, give the world the main magic against the death of the world - goodness, happiness, joy. The more good there is in the world, the more we rejoice, the happier we are, the stronger and more stable our world is.
The rule
Once in the yard around the fountain two boys on bicycles were riding along the path. One boy had a red bicycle, and the other had a green one. They rode one after another: a boy on a red bicycle in front, and a boy on a green bicycle behind him. The boy who was driving behind was tired of being second, but he could not overtake and avoid his friend.
Then he turned around and rode towards his friend. When the boys met, they should have dispersed on opposite sides of the path, but none of them wanted to leave the middle of the path. The boys stopped opposite each other and started a verbal squabble:
- Let me go, I have to pass! - announced the boy on the green bike, who changed his direction.
- You are going wrong, you have to go this way! Move over! - answered his friend.
- It’s you who disturb me! I'm going there! - the boy, who changed direction, waved his hand, indicating where he was going.
- Why it is necessary to go there, it is wrong, we went there with you, - his friend protested.
- I was the first to skate! The boy on the green bike put forward an argument.
- So what. I am in a hurry for important negotiations! - answered his friend.
- Just think, and I am the service of the Ministry of Emergency Situations, you must make way for me.
With these words, the boy who changed direction, the one who was a rescuer from the Ministry of Emergency Situations, got off his green bike, went up to his friend and pushed him. The friend who was traveling to the negotiations turned out to be strong, he did not fall, got off his bike and pushed his friend, the MChS so that he fell right into the bushes. Having got out of the bushes, the boy-rescuer crawled with his fists to his friend.
At this time, their bicycles stood on the path opposite each other and worried.
- It's a pity, - said the red bicycle, the owner of which was a boy who was traveling to negotiations, - my owner will never get to negotiations. I didn't quite figure out who he considered himself to be, a diplomat or a businessman, but, I see, he will never be either.
- Yes, - the second bicycle agreed, - he certainly won't be a diplomat, he doesn't know how to negotiate. He could not agree with my master. Maybe he was on his way to negotiate a business.
- Maybe. But he will hardly be able to become a businessman either. A businessman also needs the same qualities as a diplomat: self-control, tact, respect for a partner.
“My master, too, will never be a lifeguard,” the green bike said sadly.
- Perhaps, yes, it won't. What kind of lifeguard is he? Most likely, he is a thug. How he ran into my master!
Meanwhile, the boys, after hitting each other with cuffs, decided to continue on their way. And each of the boys wanted to be the first to slip in their direction. They both jumped on their bicycles at once and rode at each other. The bicycles collided. The boys themselves hit each other painfully.
Grandfather was sitting on a bench nearby. He went up to the boys and asked:
- What are you? Not sure how to leave?
- None of your business! - the boy-rescuer was rude.
“We're on business,” said the second boy. - And he drove into the oncoming lane and blocked my way.
- He went to the oncoming lane! My business is more important, I am a rescuer from the Ministry of Emergencies.
- And who are you in a hurry to save? Are you going to the fire? - asked the grandfather.
- Then you are late, - said the grandfather sadly. - While you were arguing and fighting here, the house, if they were waiting for you there, would have already burned down. You failed to save anyone. You can take your time. If you hadn’t spent time arguing and fighting, you could have helped many people. I hope the real rescuers put out the fire and saved the residents.
- Whom should I save?
- I think, - said the grandfather, - if you do not follow the road rule, you will not only be able to save anyone, but you yourself will get into trouble.
- What other rule? - the rescue boy grunted.
- Have you ever seen motorists rushing head to head at each other? Of course not. All cars going towards each other are dispersed. Each of the cars drives along right side roads, and it turns out that oncoming cars go on different sides. This rule is established for all transport participants.
People were passing by. The old man pointed at them:
- You see, and pedestrians do not twig at each other, everyone disperses. You should do this too.
- I understood, we must not go in the middle of the road! - the boy, who was going to negotiations, was delighted. - If we go along the edge of the path, we will not touch each other.
“That's right,” Grandpa replied, nodding his head approvingly. The boys pushed their bicycles to the right, and, as they stood towards each other, it turned out that they parted in different directions. Now the boys no longer hurt each other and could easily leave. Having merrily jumped on their bicycles, they rushed each in their own direction.
After skating, the boys drove up to grandfather.
- Grandfather, - the boy - the owner of the red bicycle - turned to the grandfather, - we drove correctly, on the right side, and did not touch each other. So we can be motorists?
- To become a motorist you need to know and observe not one, but many road rules, you need to know the road signs and signs, - answered the grandfather. - When you grow up, you will definitely learn all of them. It is imperative that everyone takes exams according to these rules before going on the road.
- How do we recognize them? The boys asked.
- All of them are spelled out in special textbooks.
- Registered, - the rescue boy grunted discontentedly, - and I still can't read.
- It doesn't matter, - answered the grandfather. - When you become an adult, you will definitely be able to read well. In the meantime, your parents and educators will learn some of the rules with you. You already know one rule for sure, right? - asked the grandfather, slyly looking into the faces of the boys.
“We know,” the friends answered almost in unison. - Always drive on the right side of the road.
Porches
Two sisters lived in the same family - the elder and the younger. The older sister had poor health, was weak, but was a kind, hardworking girl. The younger sister was a very healthy and strong girl, but lazy and cunning. The little sister did not like any work, and therefore she constantly pretended to be sick. It was necessary to help the parents to clean the house, the older one, although she was sick, pretended to be healthy and did what she could with the last bit of strength: she vacuumed the floors, wiped the dust, watered the flowers, and the youngest, claiming to be sick, did nothing to help her parents. It was necessary to help the parents in the garden, the older sister - right there, pretending to be healthy, with the last effort she weeded the beds, watered the flowers, and the youngest, pretending to be sick, was idle again.
Gradually, everyone in the family got used to the fact that the youngest always "cheats" and does nothing around the house, she was never asked for any help.
One winter Sunday afternoon, the sisters woke up and greeted each other. The eldest got out of bed, made her bed and went to the restrooms. On the way, she greeted her parents. Mom was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, and Dad was rubbing ointment on the skis. The parents announced that after breakfast everyone would go for a ride in the park. Having put herself in order, the older sister returned to the bedroom, sees, and the youngest is still in bed and examines the pictures.
- Get up quickly! Today is such a sun, let's go to the park.
- Is breakfast ready? - asked the little sister.
- No, mom is cooking, but you still go, wash, the bathroom is free.
- Oh, I'm not quite healthy, I'll lie down a little. Call me for breakfast.
- Okay, the elder agreed, - and I'll go help my mother set the table.
Dad came to the bedroom, gently greeted the youngest daughter and invited her to breakfast.
“Oh, daddy, I’m not feeling well, bring me breakfast in bed,” the youngest asked the pretense.
- Well, what are you, daughter, - objected dad, taking her out of bed, - you have to get up. You won't lie in bed all day. Let's all have breakfast together and go to the park. Do you want to go to the park?
- Want! - agreed the youngest.
After eating, the youngest, as always, left the table, threw “Thank you” over her shoulder and left, while the older one remained to help her parents clean the dishes. Quickly three of us - dad, mom and older daughter, coped with the chores in the kitchen. Everyone quickly got together and went to the park. Mom and Dad took skis, and the girls took sleds.
The park was wonderful. Mom and Dad ran a few laps on skis along the park alleys, and the girls with all the kids were sledding down the hill. All four - parents and daughters - returned home cheerful, ruddy, joyful and a little tired. Most tired of all was the eldest daughter, who, during the ride, helped her sister bring the sled up the hill, but she did not show it, did not show her fatigue, but after changing her clothes and washing her hands, went to the kitchen to help her mother with lunch. Her younger sister, although she was full of energy and strength, as always, said tired and sick, and did not help anyone.
On the same day, one kind Fairy collected magic invisible dust in a silver jug \u200b\u200band flew in magic sleds over different countries, different cities, villages and villages, showering all the pretenders with invisible fairy dust. This dust, falling on pretending people, made them what they pretend to be. The fairy believed that everyone wants to be better and pretends to be better than they are: stupid - smart, weak - strong, cowardly - brave, and therefore with great joy she showered people with her magic dust from time to time.
Just as the eldest daughter was laying the table, an invisible magic speck of dust fell on her imperceptibly. The girl did not even notice how her strength returned to her, fatigue vanished as if by hand. And from that time on, she began to grow and get stronger day by day. And the younger sister, on the contrary, began to weaken, she began to really get sick. After all, a magic invisible speck of dust also fell on her, pretending to be sick, and she became sick.
The fairy, not knowing that not everyone pretends to be good, to this day from time to time flies over cities, towns, villages and villages and scatters its magic invisible dust, which turns pretenders into who they pretend to be.
To the envious
There is an envious girl in the world who really does not like it when someone has something better than hers. For example, seeing a new one on a girlfriend nice dress, she is not happy for her friend, but is upset that she does not have such a dress, although her dress may not be worse. Seeing that her other girlfriend is jumping rope better and more agile than she is, the envious girl is not happy for her friend, but is upset that she does not succeed.
And since there is always someone who has something better, or there is someone who is somehow superior to her, the girl is constantly upset. And grief, as you know, very much takes away strength from people, so the envious girl also loses strength from her grief. But the envious girl also has joy. She is always happy that someone has something worse than hers, that someone is given something more difficult than her.
There are also a lot of such guys. Someone thinks worse than her, someone sings worse than she, someone generally has continuous troubles in life. These joys are wrong, because you need to rejoice in the good, the good ..
Fortunately, the envious girl knows how to rejoice in good things, but very little, since in search of the shortcomings of others, she does not notice many things around that really give joy.
Baba Yaga lives nearby in a fairy-tale world, who is also very envious. Once Baba Yaga saw this girl and was very happy: “What a wonderful girl! A real Baba Yaga will come out of it! "
Since then, Baba Yaga has been constantly teaching the envious girl not only to be upset when someone has something better than hers, not only to rejoice when someone has something worse than hers, but also look for shortcomings in others, and if they do not exist, then even invent them. The envious girl, not knowing herself, quickly learns from Baba Yaga and becomes more and more like her. And Baba Yaga, as the girl learns, becomes more cheerful, more fun, stronger.
With Baba Yaga in the fairy world lives the kind cat Fedosey, who is a friend of many fairy characters in this world, everyone respects him, happily communicates with him, and Baba Yaga considers him her domestic cat. Seeing that Baba Yaga was getting younger before our eyes, the cat Fedosey asked her:
- Baba Yaga, how do you manage to get so young? Have you found a tree with rejuvenating apples?
- No, - answered the grandmother, - I met a girl who, like me, envies everyone. She, like me, does not like when others are doing well, just like me, she rejoices in other people's failures and the fact that someone has something worse than hers. I also teach her to look for and find bad in others and constantly discuss it with everyone. And soon I will teach this girl to even invent something bad about others! Then she will become a real Baba Yaga!
- Yaga, why do you want this girl to become Baba Yaga?
- The more Yag in the world, the stronger I become. This girl is one hundred and sixty-first people that I will turn into a Yaga. When I turn six hundred and sixty-six people into Yag, I will become very young! My friend from the neighboring forest has already turned three hundred and six people into Yag grandfathers and Yag grandmothers. She is now unrecognizable, she is completely younger!
Fedosey the cat was happy for Baba Yaga, who was getting younger day by day and becoming more cheerful, she even stopped scaring him with her hook, but at the same time Fedosey the cat was upset, he felt very sorry for the envious girl turning into Baba Yaga, and other guys, whom Baba Yaga dreams of finding and turning into Yag. Of course, living with a young Baba Yaga is more fun, but still the cat Fedosey decided that it was necessary to help envious children. The cat thought, thought and came up with the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to the kind storyteller and asking her to write a fairy tale that the envious children will read and understand that it is very bad to envy. But where the good storyteller lives, the cat Fedosey did not know. He turned to the old owl:
- Daddy owl, you are so wise and learned, don't you know how to get to the good storyteller?
“I know,” said the owl. - Why do you need to see her?
The cat told the owl about the envious girl, Baba Yaga, and about his idea to help envious children. The owl did not really approve of the idea of \u200b\u200bthe cat Fedosey, but still promised to help. He knew where the good storyteller lived, and he really liked the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing a guide, because he would show the way to the cat, and it would depend on him, the old owl, whether the cat got to the good storyteller or not.
- Okay, I'll help you cat Fedosey. - The owl said. - But the house of the good storyteller is far away, you can not stand such a road.
- It's not a problem, - said the cat Fedosey, - I'll ask my friends to help me.
The cat turned for help to his friends - the wolf brothers from the nearest den. Brothers wolves, all five, without hesitation, agreed to help the cat Fedosey. So in every way: an owl, a cat and five wolf brothers set off. The owl flew and showed the way, the wolf brothers, transferring Fedosey's cat from back to back, ran along the path indicated by the owl.
How long did the wolves run for a short time, but the old owl got tired and asked everyone to stop to rest. Then a fox ran out of the thicket and asked where they were going. The cat told her that they were heading to a good storyteller, they wanted to ask her to write a fairy tale for the children. The fox heard this, and she really wanted to get into this fairy tale.
- Take me with you, - she asked, - I also want to get into this fairy tale with you.
No one objected, and the fox ran with everyone to the good storyteller.
For a long time, or for a short time, they raced in eight, but they got to the good storyteller.
The storyteller praised the owl:
- You, uncle owl, well done, ventured on such a long and difficult flight. And the road, I see, remember well. You have helped everyone.
The storyteller also praised the wolves:
- You, brothers wolves, proved to be true friends, helped the cat Fedosey in such a long and difficult journey. He might not have gotten there without you.
The kind storyteller said to Cat Fedosey:
- You, the cat Fedosey, have a good idea of \u200b\u200bhow to help the envious guys. I will definitely write this tale.
- Maybe this fairy tale will be read by an envious girl. Then she will understand that it is bad to envy, - said one brother wolf.
- Yes, let all envious people know that they turn into Yag grandmothers and Yag grandfathers, - said another wolf brother.
- Will I get into this fairy tale? The fox asked the storyteller.
- Well, since you really want that, you will get there, - the storyteller promised the fox.
- Then can I tell the guys something through your fairy tale?
- Tell me, - the storyteller agreed.
- Dear guys, you have read a fairy tale written for you by a kind storyteller at the request of the cat Fedosey. We are all in this fairy tale: the envious girl, and Baba Yaga, and the kind cat Fedosey, and his faithful friends, brothers, wolves, and the wise owl, and the storyteller herself, and I am a fox. I hope you understood everything correctly from this fairy tale: it is very bad to envy, you can simply turn into a Yaga boy or a Yaga girl.
If one of you is jealous of someone, try to overcome this harmful feeling in yourself, because your envy takes away your strength and gives strength to real Babam Yagas.
