Children's bedtime stories for 5 6 years old. Short educational tales for children, read at night. Fairy tale “How the fox got rid of the nettles in the garden”

This section contains fairy tales for “why girls” 4-5-6 years old. All fairy tales correspond to the child’s age-related interests, develop the ability to fantasize and imagine, broaden their horizons, teach them to make friends and dream.

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1 - About the little bus who was afraid of the dark

Donald Bisset


A fairy tale about how mother bus taught her little bus not to be afraid of the dark... About the little bus who was afraid of the dark read Once upon a time there was a little bus in the world. He was bright red and lived with his dad and mom in the garage. Every morning …

2 - Three kittens

Suteev V.G.

A short fairy tale for the little ones about three fidgety kittens and their funny adventures. Little children love short stories with pictures, which is why Suteev’s fairy tales are so popular and loved! Three kittens read Three kittens - black, gray and...

3 - Hedgehog in the fog

Kozlov S.G.


A fairy tale about a Hedgehog, how he was walking at night and got lost in the fog. He fell into the river, but someone carried him to the shore. It was a magical night! Hedgehog in the fog read Thirty mosquitoes ran out into the clearing and began to play...

Created 12/01/2014 16:32 Updated 02/16/2017 10:19

• “The Fox and the Bear” (Mordovian);
• “The War of Mushrooms and Berries” - V. Dal;
• "Wild Swans" - H.K. Andersen;
• “Chest-airplane” - H.K. Andersen;
• “The Gluttonous Shoe” - A.N. Tolstoy;
• “Cat on a Bicycle” - S. Cherny;
• “Near the Lukomorye there is a green oak tree...” - A.S. Pushkin;
• “The Little Humpbacked Horse” - P. Ershov;
• “The Sleeping Princess” - V. Zhukovsky;
• “Mr. Au” - H. Mäkelä;
• "The Ugly Duckling" - H.K. Andersen;
• “Everyone in his own way” - G. Skrebitsky;
• “Frog – Traveler” - V. Garshin;
• “Deniska’s stories” - V. Dragunsky;
• “The Tale of Tsar Saltan” - A.S. Pushkin;
• “Moroz Ivanovich” - V. Odoevsky;
• “Mistress Blizzard” - Br. Grimm;
• “The Tale of Lost Time” - E. Schwartz;
• “Golden Key” - A.N. Tolstoy;
• “Guarantee men” - E. Uspensky;
• “Black Chicken, or Underground Inhabitants” - A. Pogorelsky;
• “The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Knights” - A.S. Pushkin;
• “Baby Elephant” - R. Kipling;
• “The Scarlet Flower” - K. Aksakov;
• “Flower - seven flowers” ​​- V. Kataev;
• “The cat who could sing” - L. Petrushevsky.

Senior group (5-6 years old)

• “Winged, furry and oily” (model by Karanoukhova);
• “The Frog Princess” (Bulatov’s sample);
• “Ear of Bread” - A. Remizov;
• “Gray Neck” by D. Mamin-Sibiryak;
• “Finist - clear falcon” - r.n. fairy tale;
• “The Case of Yevseyka” - M. Gorky;
• “Twelve Months” (translated by S. Marshak);
• “Silver Hoof” - P. Bazhov;
• “Doctor Aibolit” - K. Chukovsky;
• “Bobik visiting Barbos” - N. Nosov;
• “Boy - Thumb” - C. Perrault;
• “The Trusting Hedgehog” - S. Kozlov;
• “Khavroshechka” (model by A.N. Tolstoy);
• “Princess - a piece of ice” - L. Charskaya;
• “Thumbelina” - H. Andersen;
• “Flower - seven-colored flower” - V. Kataev;
• “The Secret of the Third Planet” - K. Bulychev;
• “The Wizard of the Emerald City” (chapters) - A. Volkov;
• “A dog’s sorrows” - B. Zakhader;
• “The Tale of Three Pirates” - A. Mityaev.

Middle group (4-5 years old)

• “About the girl Masha, about the dog, the cockerel and the cat Nitochka” - A. Vvedensky;
• “Carrying Cow” - K. Ushinsky;
• “Zhurka” - M. Prishvin;
• “The Three Little Pigs” (translation by S. Marshak);
• “Fox - sister and wolf” (arranged by M. Bulatov);
• “Winter quarters” (arranged by I. Sokolov-Mikitov);
• “The Fox and the Goat” (arranged by O. Kapitsa;
• “About Ivanushka the Fool” - M. Gorky;
• “Telephone” - K. Chukovsky;
• “Winter's Tale” - S. Kozlova;
• “Fedorino’s grief” - K. Chukovsky;
• "Musicians of Bremen" - Brothers Grimm;
• “The Dog That Couldn’t Bark” (translation from Danish by A. Tanzen);
• “Kolobok - a prickly side” - V. Bianchi;
• “Who said “Meow!”?” - V. Suteev;
• "The Tale of an Ill-mannered Mouse."

II junior group (3-4 years)

• “The Wolf and the Little Goats” (model by A.N. Tolstoy);
• “Goby - black barrel, white hoof” (model by M. Bulatov);
• “Fear has big eyes” (arranged by M. Serova);
• “Visiting the Sun” (Slovak fairy tale);
• “Two Greedy Little Bears” (Hungarian fairy tale);
• “Chicken” - K. Chukovsky;
• “Fox, hare, rooster” - r.n. fairy tale;
• “Rukovichka” (Ukrainian, model N. Blagina);
• “The Cockerel and the Bean Seed” - (arranged by O. Kapitsa);
• “Three Brothers” - (Khakassian, translated by V. Gurov);
• “About the chicken, the sun and the little bear” - K. Chukovsky;
• “a fairy tale about a brave Hare - long ears, slanting eyes, a short tail” - S. Kozlov;
• “Teremok” (model by E. Charushin);
• “Fox-bast-footer” (model by V. Dahl);
• “The Sly Fox” (Koryak, trans. G. Menovshchikov);
• “Cat, rooster and fox” (arranged by Bogolyubskaya);
• “Geese - Swans” (arranged by M. Bulatov);
• “Gloves” - S. Marshak;
• “The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish” - A. Pushkin.

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Russian folk tale adapted by V. Dahl “The War of Mushrooms and Berries”

In the red summer there is a lot of everything in the forest - all kinds of mushrooms and all kinds of berries: strawberries with blueberries, raspberries with blackberries, and black currants. The girls walk through the forest, pick berries, sing songs, and the boletus mushroom, sitting under an oak tree, puffs up, sulks, rushes out of the ground, gets angry at the berries: “Look, there are more of them! We used to be honored, held in high esteem, but now no one will even look at us! Wait,” thinks the boletus, the head of all mushrooms, “we, mushrooms, have great power - we will oppress, strangle it, the sweet berry!”

The boletus conceived and wished for war, sitting under the oak tree, looking at all the mushrooms, and he began to gather mushrooms, began to help call out:

- Go, little girls, go to war!

The waves refused:

- We are all old ladies, not guilty of war

- Go away, honey mushrooms!

The honey mushrooms refused:

“Our legs are painfully thin, we won’t go to war!”

- Hey you, morels! - shouted the boletus mushroom. -Gear up for war!

The morels refused; They say:

“We are old men, no way are we going to war!”

The mushroom got angry, the boletus got angry, and he shouted in a loud voice:

- Milk mushrooms, you guys are friendly, come fight with me, beat up the arrogant berry!

Milk mushrooms with loads responded:

- We are milk mushrooms, brothers are friendly, we are going with you to war, to catch wild and wild berries, we will throw them with our hats, we will trample them with our heels!

Having said this, the milk mushrooms climbed out of the ground together: a dry leaf rises above their heads, a formidable army rises.

“Well, there’s trouble,” the green grass thinks.

And at that time, Aunt Varvara came into the forest with a box - wide pockets. Seeing the great strength of the mushroom, she gasped, sat down and, well, picked up mushrooms in a row and put them in the back. I picked it up completely, carried it home, and at home I sorted the mushrooms by type and by rank: honey mushrooms into tubs, honey mushrooms into barrels, morels into alyssettes, milk mushrooms into baskets, and the largest boletus mushroom ended up in a bunch; they pierced him, dried him and sold him.

From then on, the mushroom and berry stopped fighting.

Russian folk tale adapted by I. Karnaukhova “Zhikharka”

Once upon a time in a hut there lived a cat, a rooster and a little man - Zhikharka. The cat and the rooster went hunting, and Zhikharka was a housekeeper. I cooked dinner, set the table, and laid out the spoons. He lays it out and says:

So the fox heard that Zhikharka was the only one in charge of the hut, and she wanted to try Zhikharka’s meat.

The cat and the rooster, when they went hunting, always told Zhikharka to lock the doors. Zhikharka locked the doors. I locked everything, and once I forgot. Zhikharka took care of everything, cooked dinner, set the table, began laying out the spoons, and said:

- This simple spoon is Kotova, this simple spoon is Petina, and this is not a simple one - chiseled, with a gilded handle - it is Zhikharkina. I won't give it to anyone.

I just wanted to put it on the table, and on the stairs - stomp, stomp, stomp.

- The fox is coming!

Zhikharka got scared, jumped off the bench, dropped the spoon on the floor - and had no time to pick it up - and crawled under the stove. And the fox entered the hut, look there, look there - no Zhikharka.

“Wait,” the fox thinks, “you yourself will tell me where you are sitting.”

The fox went to the table and began sorting through the spoons:

- This simple spoon is Petina, this simple spoon is Kotova, and this spoon is not simple - chiseled, with a gilded handle - I’ll take this one for myself.

- Ay, ay, ay, don’t take it, aunty, I won’t give it to you!

- There you are, Zhikharka!

The fox ran up to the stove, put its paw in the oven, pulled Zhikharka out, threw it on her back - and into the forest.

She ran home and lit the stove hot: she wanted to fry the Zhikharka and eat it.

The fox took a shovel.

“Sit down,” says Zhikharka.

And Zhikharka is small and remote. He sat down on a shovel, spread out his arms and legs, and didn’t go into the stove.

“You’re not sitting like that,” says the fox.

Zhikharka turned the back of his head to the stove, spread out his arms and legs - he didn’t go into the stove.

“It’s not like that,” says the fox.

- And you, auntie, show me, I don’t know how.

- What a slow-witted person you are!

The fox threw Zhikharka off the shovel, jumped onto the shovel herself, curled up in a ring, hid her paws, and covered herself with her tail. And Zhikharka pushed her into the stove and covered it with a damper, and he quickly got out of the hut and went home.

And at home the cat and the rooster are crying and sobbing:

- Here is a simple spoon - Kotova, here is a simple spoon - Petina, but there is no chiseled spoon, no gilded handle, and there is no our Zhikharka, and there is no our little one!..

The cat wipes away tears with its paw, Petya picks it up with its wing. Suddenly, down the stairs - knock-knock-knock. The woman runs and shouts in a loud voice:

- Here I am! And the fox was roasted in the oven!

The cat and the rooster were happy. Well, kiss Zhikharka! Well, hug Zhikharka! And now the cat, the rooster and Zhikharka live in this hut and are waiting for us to visit.

Russian folk tale retold by V. Dahl “The Crane and the Heron”

An owl flew with a cheerful head; So she flew, flew and sat down, turned her head, looked around, took off and flew again; she flew and flew and sat down, turned her head, looked around, but her eyes were like bowls, they couldn’t see a crumb!

This is not a fairy tale, this is a saying, but a fairy tale lies ahead.

Spring and winter have come and well, drive it with the sun and bake it, and call the grass-ant out of the ground; The grass poured out and ran out into the sun to look, and brought out the first flowers - snow flowers: blue and white, blue-scarlet and yellow-gray.

Migratory birds reached out from across the sea: geese and swans, cranes and herons, waders and ducks, songbirds and a titmouse. Everyone flocked to us in Rus' to build nests and live with families. So they dispersed to their own lands: through the steppes, through forests, through swamps, along streams.

The crane stands alone in the field, looks around, strokes its head, and thinks: “I need to get a farm, build a nest and get a mistress.”

So he built a nest right next to the swamp, and in the swamp, in the hummocks, a long-nosed heron sits, sits, looks at the crane and chuckles to himself: “What a clumsy one he was born!”

Meanwhile, the crane came up with an idea: “Give me, he says, I’ll woo the heron, she has joined our family: she has a beak and is tall on her feet.” So he walked along an untrodden path through the swamp: he hoe and hoe with his feet, but his legs and tail just got stuck; when he hits his beak, his tail pulls out, but his beak gets stuck; pull out the beak - the tail will get stuck; I barely reached the heron’s hummock, looked into the reeds and asked:

- Is the little heron at home?

- Here she is. What do you need? - answered the heron.

“Marry me,” said the crane.

- How wrong, I’ll marry you, the lanky one: you’re wearing a short dress, and you yourself walk on foot, live frugally, you’ll starve me to death in the nest!

These words seemed offensive to the crane. Silently he turned and went home: hit and miss, hit and jump.

The heron, sitting at home, thought: “Well, really, why did I refuse him, because it’s better for me to live alone? He is of good birth, they call him a dandy, he walks with a crest; I’ll go to say a good word to him.”

The heron set off, but the path through the swamp is not close: first one leg gets stuck, then the other. If he pulls one out, he gets stuck in the other. The wing will be pulled out and the beak will be planted; Well, she came and said:

- Crane, I’m coming for you!

“No, heron,” the crane tells her, “I’ve changed my mind, I don’t want to marry you.” Go back where you came from!

The heron felt ashamed, she covered herself with her wing and went to her hummock; and the crane, looking after her, regretted that he had refused; So he jumped out of the nest and followed her to knead the swamp. He comes and says:

“Well, so be it, heron, I’ll take you for myself.”

And the heron sits there, angry and angry, and doesn’t want to talk to the crane.

“Listen, madam heron, I take you for myself,” repeated the crane.

“You take it, but I’m not going,” she answered.

There is nothing to do, the crane went home again. “So good,” he thought, “now I’ll never take her!”

The crane sat down in the grass and did not want to look in the direction where the heron lived. And she changed her mind again: “It’s better to live together than alone. I’ll go and make peace with him and marry him.”

So I went to hobble through the swamp again. The path to the crane is long, the swamp is sticky: first one leg gets stuck, then the other. The wing will be pulled out and the beak will be planted; She forcibly reached the crane’s nest and said:

- Zhuronka, listen, so be it, I’m coming for you!

And the crane answered her:

“Fedora won’t marry Yegor, but Fedora would marry Yegor, but Yegor won’t take him.”

Having said these words, the crane turned away. The heron has left.

The crane thought and thought and again regretted why he could not agree to take the heron for himself while she wanted it; He quickly got up and walked through the swamp again: he stomped and stomped, but his legs and tail just got stuck; If he pushes his beak, pulls out his tail, the beak gets stuck, and if he pulls out his beak, the tail gets stuck.

This is how they follow each other to this day; the path was paved, but no beer was brewed.

Russian folk tale adapted by I. Sokolov-Mikitov “Wintermovie”

A bull, a ram, a pig, a cat and a rooster decided to live in the forest. It’s good in the forest in the summer, at ease! The bull and ram have plenty of grass, the cat catches mice, the rooster picks berries and pecks at worms, the pig digs roots and acorns under the trees. Only bad things could happen to friends if it rained.

So the summer passed, late autumn came, and it began to get colder in the forest. The bull was the first to remember to build a winter hut. I met a ram in the forest:

- Come on, friend, build a winter hut! I will carry logs from the forest and cut poles, and you will tear up wood chips.

“Okay,” the ram answers, “I agree.”

We met a bull and a ram pig:

- Let’s go, Khavronyushka, build a winter hut with us. We will carry logs, hew poles, tear up wood chips, and you will knead clay, make bricks, and build a stove.

The pig also agreed.

A bull, a ram and a pig saw a cat:

- Hello, Kotofeich! Let's go build a winter hut together! We will carry logs, hew poles, tear up wood chips, knead clay, make bricks, lay a stove, and you will carry moss and caulk the walls.

The cat agreed too.

A bull, a ram, a pig and a cat met a rooster in the forest:

- Hello, Petya! Come with us to build a winter hut! We will carry logs, hew poles, tear up wood chips, knead clay, make bricks, lay a stove, carry moss, caulk the walls, and you will cover the roof.

The rooster agreed too.

The friends chose a drier place in the forest, brought in logs, hewed poles, tore up wood chips, made bricks, brought in moss - and began to cut down the hut.

The hut was cut down, the stove was built, the walls were caulked, and the roof was covered. We prepared supplies and firewood for the winter.

Fierce winter has come, the frost has crackled. Some people are cold in the forest, but friends are warm in the winter hut. A bull and a ram are sleeping on the floor, a pig has climbed underground, a cat is singing songs on the stove, and a rooster is perched on a perch near the ceiling.

Friends live and do not grieve.

And seven hungry wolves wandered through the forest and saw a new winter hut. One, the bravest wolf, says:

“I’ll go, brothers, and see who lives in this winter hut.” If I don't come back soon, come to the rescue.

A wolf entered the winter hut and fell straight on the ram. The ram has nowhere to go. The ram hid in a corner and bleated in a terrible voice:

- Ba-uh!.. Ba-uh!.. Ba-uh!..

The rooster saw the wolf, flew off his perch, and flapped his wings:

- Ku-ka-re-ku-u!..

The cat jumped off the stove, snorted and meowed:

- Me-oo-oo!.. Me-oo-oo!.. Me-oo-oo!..

A bull came running, horns of a wolf in the side:

- Oooh!.. Oooh!.. Ooooh!..

And the pig heard that there was a battle going on upstairs, crawled out of hiding and shouted:

- Oink oink oink! Who to eat here?

The wolf had a hard time; he barely escaped the trouble alive. He runs and shouts to his comrades:

- Oh, brothers, go away! Oh, brothers, run!

The wolves heard it and ran away. They ran for an hour, ran for two, sat down to rest, and their red tongues hung out.

And the old wolf caught his breath and said to them:

“I entered, my brothers, into the winter hut, and I saw a scary and shaggy man staring at me. There was clapping at the top and snorting at the bottom! A horned, bearded man jumped out of the corner - horns hit me in the side! And from below they shout: “Who should we eat here?” I didn’t see the light - and there... Oh, run, brothers!..

The wolves rose, their tails like a pipe - only snow in a column.

Russian folk tale adapted by O. Kapitsa “The Fox and the Goat”

A fox ran, gaped at the crow, and ended up in a well.

There was not much water in the well: you couldn’t drown, and you couldn’t jump out either.

The fox sits and grieves.

There goes a goat - a smart head; walks, shakes his beard, shakes his cabbage mugs; I had nothing better to do and looked into the well, saw a fox there and asked:

- What are you doing there, little fox?

“I’m resting, my dear,” the fox answers, “it’s hot up there, that’s why I climbed up here.” It's so cool and nice here! Cold water - as much as you want!

But the goat has been thirsty for a long time.

- Is the water good? - asks the goat.

“Excellent,” the fox answers. - Clean, cold! Jump here if you want; There will be a place for both of us here.

The goat foolishly jumped and almost ran over the fox. And she told him:

- Eh, the bearded fool, he didn’t even know how to jump - he splashed all over. The fox jumped onto the goat's back, from the back onto the horns, and out of the well. The goat almost disappeared from hunger in the well; They found him by force and dragged him out by the horns.

Russian folk tale adapted by V. Dahl “The Little Fox”

On a winter night, a hungry godfather walked along the path; There are clouds in the sky, snow is falling across the field. “At least there’s something to snack on for one tooth,” the little fox thinks. Here she goes along the road; there is a scrap lying around.

“Well,” the fox thinks, “in time, the bast shoe will come in handy.” She took the bast shoe in her teeth and moved on. She came to the village and knocked at the first hut.

- Who's there? - the man asked, opening the window.

- It’s me, a good man, little fox-sister. Let me spend the night!

“It’s too crowded without you!” - said the old man and wanted to close the window.

- What do I need, do I need much? - asked the fox. “I’ll lie down on the bench myself, and put my tail under the bench, and that’s it.”

The old man took pity, let the fox go, and she said to him:

- Little man, little man, hide my little shoe!

The man took the shoe and threw it under the stove.

That night everyone fell asleep, the fox quietly climbed down from the bench, crept up to the bast shoe, pulled it out and threw it far into the oven, and she returned as if nothing had happened, lay down on the bench, and lowered her tail under the bench.

It was getting light. People woke up; The old woman lit the stove, and the old man began to gather firewood for the forest.

The fox also woke up and ran for the bast shoe - lo and behold, the bast shoe was gone. The fox howled:

“The old man offended me, profited from my goods, but I won’t take even a chicken for my little shoe!”

The man looked under the stove - there was no bast shoe! What to do? But he laid it himself! He went and took the chicken and gave it to the fox. And the fox began to break down, wouldn’t take the chicken and howled throughout the whole village, screaming about how the old man had offended her.

The owner and the hostess began to please the fox: they poured milk into a cup, crumbled some bread, made scrambled eggs and began to ask the fox not to disdain the bread and salt. And that’s all the fox wanted. She jumped onto the bench, ate the bread, lapped up the milk, devoured the scrambled eggs, took the chicken, put it in a bag, said goodbye to the owners and went on her way.

He walks and sings a song:

Foxy sister

On a dark night

She walked hungry;

She walked and walked

I found a scrap -

She brought it down to people,

I have come true to good people,

I took the chicken.

So she approaches another village in the evening. Knock, knock, knock, the fox knocks on the hut.

- Who's there? - asked the man.

- It's me, little fox-sister. Let me spend the night, uncle!

“I won’t push you aside,” said the fox. —- I’ll lie down on the bench myself, and my tail under the bench, and that’s it!

They let the fox in. So she bowed to the owner and gave him her chicken to keep, while she quietly lay down in a corner on the bench, and tucked her tail under the bench.

The owner took the chicken and sent it to the ducks behind bars. The fox saw all this and, as the owners fell asleep, quietly climbed down from the bench, crept up to the grate, pulled out her chicken, plucked it, ate it, and buried the feathers with bones under the stove; She herself, like a good girl, jumped onto the bench, curled up in a ball and fell asleep.

It began to get light, the woman began to bake, and the man went to give the cattle food.

The fox also woke up and began to get ready to go; She thanked the owners for the warmth, for the acne, and began asking the man for her chicken.

The man reached for the chicken - lo and behold, the chicken was gone! From there to here, I went through all the ducks: what a miracle - there is no chicken!

- My hen, my little blackie, the motley ducks pecked you, the gray drakes killed you! I won’t take any duck for you!

The woman took pity on the fox and said to her husband:

- Let's give her the duck and feed her for the road!

So they fed and watered the fox, gave her the duck and escorted her out the gate.

The godfox goes, licking his lips and singing his song:

Foxy sister

On a dark night

She walked hungry;

She walked and walked

I found a scrap -

She brought it down to people,

I have come true to good people:

For a scrap - a chicken,

For a chicken - a duck.

Whether the fox walked close or far, long or short, it began to get dark. She saw housing to the side and turned there; comes: knock, knock, knock on the door!

- Who's there? - asks the owner.

“I, little fox-sister, lost my way, I was completely frozen and lost my little legs while running!” Let me, good man, rest and warm up!

- And I’d be glad to let you in, gossip, but there’s nowhere to go!

“And-and, kumanek, I’m not picky: I’ll lie down on the bench myself, and I’ll tuck my tail under the bench, and that’s it!”

The old man thought and thought and let the fox go. Alice is glad. She bowed to the owners and asks them to save her flat-billed duck until the morning.

We adopted a flat-billed duck for safekeeping and let her go among the geese. And the fox lay down on the bench, tucked her tail under the bench and began to snore.

“Apparently, my dear, I’m tired,” said the woman, climbing onto the stove. It didn’t take long for the owners to fall asleep, and the fox was just waiting for this: he quietly climbed down from the bench, crept up to the geese, grabbed his flat-nosed duck, had a bite, plucked it clean, ate it, and buried the bones and feathers under the stove; she herself, as if nothing had happened, went to bed and slept until broad daylight. I woke up, stretched, looked around; he sees that there is only one housewife in the hut.

- Mistress, where is the owner? - asks the fox. “I should say goodbye to him, bow to him for the warmth, for the acne.”

- Bona, you missed the owner! - said the old woman. - Yes, he’s been at the market for a long time now, tea.

“So happy to stay, mistress,” said the fox, bowing. - My flat-nosed cat is already awake. Give her, grandma, quickly, it’s time for us to hit the road.

The old woman rushed after the duck - lo and behold, there was no duck! What will you do, where will you get it? But you have to give it away! Behind the old woman stands a fox, her eyes narrow, her voice wailing: she had a duck, unprecedented, unheard of, motley and gilded, she wouldn’t take a goose for that duck.

The hostess got scared, and well, bow to the fox:

- Take it, Mother Lisa Patrikeevna, take any goose! And I’ll give you something to drink, feed you, and I won’t spare you any butter or eggs.

The fox went to war, got drunk, ate, chose a fat goose, put it in a bag, bowed to the mistress and set off on his little path; He goes and sings a song to himself:

Foxy sister

On a dark night

She walked hungry;

She walked and walked

I found a scrap -

I have come true to good people:

For a scrap - a chicken,

For a chicken - a duck,

For a duck - a goose!

The fox walked and became tired. It became hard for her to carry the goose in the sack: now she would stand up, then sit down, then run again. Night came, and the fox began to hunt for a place to sleep for the night; No matter where you knock on the door, there is always a refusal. So she approached the last hut and quietly, timidly began to knock like this: knock, knock, knock, knock!

- What do you want? - the owner responded.

- Warm it up, darling, let me spend the night!

- There’s nowhere, and it’s cramped without you!

“I won’t displace anyone,” answered the fox, “I’ll lie down on the bench myself, and put my tail under the bench, and that’s all.”

The owner took pity, let the fox go, and she gave him a goose to keep; the owner put him behind bars with the turkeys. But rumors about the fox have already reached here from the market.

So the owner thinks: “Isn’t this the fox that people talk about?” - and began to look after her. And she, like a good girl, lay down on the bench and lowered her tail under the bench; She herself listens when the owners fall asleep. The old woman began to snore, and the old man pretended to be asleep. So the fox jumped to the bars, grabbed his goose, took a bite, plucked it and began to eat. He eats, eats and rests - suddenly you can’t beat the goose! She ate and ate, and the old man kept looking and saw that the fox, having collected the bones and feathers, carried them under the stove, and she lay down again and fell asleep.

The fox slept even longer than before, and the owner began to wake her up:

- How did the little fox sleep and rest?

And the little fox just stretches and rubs her eyes.

“It’s time for you, little fox, to know your honor.” “It’s time to get ready for the journey,” said the owner, opening the doors wide for her.

And the fox answered him:

“I don’t think I’ll let the hut get cold, I’ll go myself and take my goods in advance.” Give me my goose!

- Which one? - asked the owner.

- Yes, what I gave you this evening to save; you took it from me?

“I accepted,” answered the owner.

“And you accepted it, so give it to me,” the fox pestered.

- Your goose is not behind bars; Go and look for yourself - there are only turkeys sitting there.

Hearing this, the sly fox fell on the floor and, well, was killed, well, lamented that she wouldn’t have taken a turkey for her own goose!

The man understood the fox's tricks. “Wait,” he thinks, “you will remember the goose!”

“What to do,” he says. “You know, we have to go to war with you.”

And he promised her a turkey for the goose. And instead of a turkey, he quietly put a dog in her bag. Little Fox didn’t guess, she took the bag, said goodbye to the owner and left.

She walked and walked, and she wanted to sing a song about herself and about the bast shoes. So she sat down, put the bag on the ground and just started to sing, when suddenly the owner’s dog jumped out of the bag - and at her, and she from the dog, and the dog after her, not lagging behind even a step.

So they both ran into the forest together; The fox runs through the stumps and bushes, and the dog follows.

Luckily for the fox, a hole appeared; the fox jumped into it, but the dog did not fit into the hole and began to wait above it to see if the fox would come out...

Alice was frightened and couldn’t catch her breath, but when she had rested, she began to talk to herself and began to ask herself:

- My ears, my ears, what were you doing?

“And we listened and listened so that the dog wouldn’t eat the little fox.”

- My eyes, my eyes, what were you doing?

“And we watched and made sure that the dog didn’t eat the little fox!”

- My legs, my legs, what were you doing?

“And we ran and ran so that the dog wouldn’t catch the little fox.”

- Ponytail, ponytail, what were you doing?

“But I didn’t let you move, I clung to all the stumps and twigs.”

- Oh, so you didn’t let me run! Wait, here I am! - said the fox and, sticking its tail out of the hole, shouted to the dog - Here, eat it!

The dog grabbed the fox by the tail and pulled him out of the hole.

Russian folk tale adapted by M. Bulatov “Little Fox and the Wolf”

A fox was running along the road. He sees an old man riding, carrying a whole sleigh of fish. The fox wanted a fish. So she ran ahead and stretched out in the middle of the road, as if lifeless.

An old man drove up to her, but she didn’t move; poked with a whip, but she didn’t move. “It will be a nice collar for an old woman’s fur coat!” - the old man thinks.

He took the fox, put it on the sleigh, and he himself went ahead. And that’s all the fox needs. She looked around and slowly let the fish fall off the sleigh. It's all fish and fish. She threw out all the fish and left.

The old man came home and said:

- Well, old woman, what a collar I brought for you!

- Where is he?

“There’s a fish and a collar on the sleigh.” Go get it!

The old woman approached the sleigh and looked - no collar, no fish.

She returned to the hut and said:

“On the sleigh, grandfather, there’s nothing but matting!”

Then the old man realized that the fox was not dead. I grieved and grieved, but there was nothing to do.

Meanwhile, the fox collected all the fish in a pile on the road, sat down and eats.

A wolf approaches her:

- Hello, fox!

- Hello, little top!

- Give me the fish!

The fox tore the head off the fish and threw it to the wolf.

- Oh, fox, good! Give more!

The fox threw his tail to him.

- Oh, fox, good! Give more!

- Look what you are! Catch it yourself and eat it.

- Yes, I can’t!

- What are you! After all, I caught it. Go to the river, put your tail in the hole, sit and say: “Catch, catch, fish, big and small! Catch, catch, fish, big and small! So the fish attaches itself to its tail. Sit longer - you'll catch more!

The wolf ran to the river, lowered his tail into the hole, sat and said:

And the fox came running, walked around the wolf and said:

Freeze, freeze, wolf's tail!

The wolf will say:

- Catch, catch, fish, big and small!

And the fox:

- Freeze, freeze, wolf's tail!

Wolf again:

- Catch, catch, fish, big and small!

- Freeze, freeze, wolf's tail!

- What are you saying there, fox? - asks the wolf.

- It’s me, wolf, who helps you: I drive the fish to your tail!

- Thank you, fox!

- You're welcome, little top!

And the frost is getting stronger and stronger. The wolf's tail was frozen solid.

Lisa shouts:

- Well, pull it now!

The wolf pulled his tail, but that was not the case! “That’s how many fish have fallen in, and you can’t get them out!” - he thinks. The wolf looked around, wanted to call the fox for help, but there was already no trace of her - she ran away. The wolf spent the whole night fiddling around the ice hole - he couldn’t get his tail out.

At dawn the women went to the ice hole for water. They saw a wolf and shouted:

- Wolf, wolf! Beat him! Beat him!

They ran up and began to beat the wolf: some with a yoke, some with a bucket. Wolf here, wolf here. He jumped, jumped, rushed, tore off his tail and took off without looking back. “Wait,” he thinks, “I’ll pay you back, little fox!”

And the fox ate all the fish and wanted to get something else. She climbed into the hut, where the hostess had placed pancakes, and ended up hitting her head in sauerkraut. The dough covered both her eyes and ears. The fox got out of the hut - and quickly into the forest...

She runs, and a wolf meets her.

“So,” he shouts, “you taught me how to fish in an ice hole?” They beat me, beat me up, tore off my tail!

- Eh, top, top! - says the fox. “They only tore off your tail, but they smashed my whole head.” You see: the brains have come out. I'm dragging my feet!

“And that’s true,” says the wolf. - Where should you go, fox? Get on me, I'll take you.

The fox sat on the wolf's back, and he took her away.

Here is a fox riding a wolf and slowly singing:

- The beaten one brings the unbeaten one! The beaten one brings the unbeaten!

- What are you saying there, little fox? - asks the wolf.

- I, the top, say: “The beaten one is lucky.”

- Yes, little fox, yes!

The wolf brought the fox to her hole, she jumped off, scurried into the hole and started laughing and laughing at the wolf: “The wolf has neither reason nor sense!”

Russian folk tale adapted by O. Kapitsa “The Cockerel and the Bean Seed”

Once upon a time there lived a cockerel and a hen. The cockerel was in a hurry, he was in a hurry, and the hen kept saying to herself: “Petya, don’t rush, Petya, don’t rush.”

Once a cockerel pecked bean grains in a hurry and choked. He's choked, can't breathe, can't hear, as if he's lying dead.

The chicken got scared, rushed to the owner, shouting:

- Oh, hostess, quickly give me some butter to lubricate the cockerel’s neck: the cockerel choked on a bean grain.

- Run quickly to the cow, ask her for milk, and I’ll already harvest the 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 grain.”

“Go quickly to the owner, let him bring me some fresh grass.”

The chicken runs to its owner:

- Master! Master! Quickly give the cow fresh grass, the cow will give milk, the hostess will make butter from the milk, I will lubricate the cockerel’s neck with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean grain.

“Run quickly to the blacksmith for a scythe,” says the owner.

The chicken ran as fast as she could to the blacksmith:

- Blacksmith, blacksmith, quickly give the owner a good scythe. The owner will give the cow grass, the cow will give milk, the hostess will give me butter, I will lubricate the cockerel’s neck: the cockerel choked on a bean grain.

The blacksmith gave the owner a new scythe, the owner gave the cow fresh grass, the cow gave milk, the hostess churned butter, and gave butter to the chicken.

The chicken greased the neck of the cockerel. The bean seed slipped through. The cockerel jumped up and shouted at the top of his lungs: “Ku-ka-re-ku!”

Russian folk tale adapted by V. Dahl “The Picky One”

Once upon a time there lived a husband and wife. They had only two children - a daughter, Malashechka, and a son, Ivashechka. The little one was a dozen years old or more, and Ivashechka was only three years old.

The father and mother doted on the children and spoiled them so much! If their daughter needs to be punished, they do not order, but ask. And then they will start to please:

“We’ll give you both that and get the other!”

And since Malashechka became so picky, there wasn’t such a different one, let alone in the village, tea, even in the city! Give her some bread, not just wheat, but some sweet bread - Little One doesn’t even want to look at the rye one!

And when her mother bakes a berry pie, Malashechka says:

- Kisel, give me some honey!

There is nothing to do, the mother will scoop up a spoonful of honey and the whole piece will go down on her daughter. She herself and her husband eat a pie without honey: even though they were wealthy, they themselves could not eat so sweetly.

Once they needed to go to the city, they began to please Little One so that she wouldn’t play pranks, would look after her brother, and most of all, so that she wouldn’t let him out of the hut.

- And for this we will buy you gingerbread, and roasted nuts, and a scarf for your head, and a sundress with puffy buttons. “The mother said it, and the father agreed.”

The daughter let their speeches in one ear and out the other.

So the father and mother left. Her friends came to her and began inviting her to sit on the ant grass. The girl remembered her parents’ order and thought: “It won’t be a big deal if we go out into the street!” And their hut was the one closest to the forest.

Her friends lured her into the forest with her child - she sat down and began to weave wreaths for her brother. Her friends beckoned her to play with kites, she went for a minute, and played for a whole hour.

She returned to her brother. Oh, my brother is gone, and the place where I was sitting has cooled down, only the grass is crushed.

What to do? I rushed to my friends - she didn’t know, the other didn’t see. Little One howled and ran wherever she could to find her brother: she ran, she ran, she ran, she ran into the field and onto the stove.

- Stove, stove! Have you seen my brother Ivashechka?

And the stove tells her:

- Picky girl, eat my rye bread, eat it, I’ll say so!

- Here, I’ll start eating rye bread! I’m at my mother’s and my father’s and I don’t even look at the wheat!

- Hey, Little One, eat the bread, and the pies are ahead! - the stove told her.

“Didn’t you see where brother Ivashechka went?”

And the apple tree responded:

- Picky girl, eat my wild, sour apple - maybe, then I’ll tell you!

- Here, I’ll start eating sorrel! My father and mother have a lot of garden ones - and I eat them by choice!

The apple tree shook its curly top at her and said:

“They gave pancakes to hungry Malanya, and she said: “They weren’t baked right!”

- River, river! Have you seen my brother Ivashechka?

And the river answered her:

“Come on, picky girl, eat my oatmeal jelly with milk first, then maybe I’ll tell you about my brother.”

- I’ll eat your jelly with milk! It’s no wonder at my father’s and mother’s and the cream!

“Eh,” the river threatened her, “don’t disdain to drink from the ladle!”

- Hedgehog, hedgehog, have you seen my brother?

And the hedgehog answered her:

“I saw, girl, a flock of gray geese; they carried a small child in a red shirt into the forest.

- Oh, this is my brother Ivashechka! - screamed the picky girl. - Hedgehog, darling, tell me where they took him?

So the hedgehog began to tell her: that Yaga Baba lives in this dense forest, in a hut on chicken legs; She hired gray geese as servants, and whatever she commanded them, the geese did.

And well, Little One to ask the hedgehog, to caress the hedgehog:

“You’re my pockmarked hedgehog, you’re a needle-shaped hedgehog!” Take me to the hut on chicken legs!

“Okay,” he said and led Little One into the very bowl, and in the thicket all the edible herbs grow: sorrel and hogweed, gray blackberries climb through the trees, intertwine, cling to bushes, large berries ripen in the sun.

“I wish I could eat!” - thinks Malashechka, who cares about food! She waved at the gray wickerworts and ran after the hedgehog. He led her to an old hut on chicken legs.

The little girl looked through the open door and saw Baba Yaga sleeping on a bench in the corner, and Ivashechka sitting on the counter, playing with flowers.

She grabbed her brother in her arms and got out of the hut!

And mercenary geese are sensitive. The guard goose stretched out its neck, cackled, flapped its wings, flew higher than the dense forest, looked around and saw that Malashechka was running with her brother. The gray goose screamed, guffawed, raised the entire flock of geese, and flew to Baba Yaga to report. And Baba Yaga - the bone leg - sleeps so much that steam is pouring off her, the windows tremble from her snoring. The goose is already screaming in her ear and in the other, but she can’t hear it! The plucker got angry and pinched Yaga right on the nose. Baba Yaga jumped up, grabbed her nose, and the gray goose began to report to her:

- Baba Yaga is a bone leg! Something has gone wrong at our house, Malashechka is carrying Ivashechka home!

Here Baba Yaga diverged:

- Oh, you drones, parasites, from what I sing and feed you! Take it out and put it down, give me a brother and sister!

The geese flew in pursuit. They fly and call to each other. Malashechka heard a goose cry, ran up to the milk river, the banks of jelly, bowed low to her and said:

- Mother River! Hide, hide me from the wild geese!

And the river answered her:

Picky girl, eat my oatmeal jelly with milk first.

The hungry Malashechka was tired, eagerly ate the peasant's jelly, fell down to the river and drank milk to her heart's content. So the river says to her:

- So, you fastidious people need to be taught by hunger! Well, now sit under the bank, I’ll cover you.

The little girl sat down, the river covered her with green reeds; The geese flew in, circled over the river, looked for the brother and sister, and then flew home.

Yaga became even more angry than before and sent them away again after the children. Here the geese are flying after them, flying and calling to each other, and Malashechka, hearing them, ran faster than before. So she ran up to a wild apple tree and asked her:

- Mother green apple tree! Bury me, protect me from inevitable disaster, from the evil geese!

And the apple tree answered her:

“And eat my native sour apple, and maybe I’ll hide you!”

There was nothing to do, the picky girl began to eat the wild apple, and the wild apple seemed sweeter to the hungry Malasha than a free-flowing garden apple.

And the curly apple tree stands and chuckles:

“This is how you freaks should be taught!” Just now I didn’t want to take it into my mouth, but now eat it by the handful!

The apple tree took the branches, hugged the brother and sister and planted them in the middle, in the thickest foliage.

The geese flew in and inspected the apple tree - there was no one! They flew there, here and with that to Baba Yaga and returned.

When she saw them empty, she screamed, stomped, and screamed throughout the entire forest:

- Here I am, drone! Here I am, you parasites! I’ll pluck all the feathers, throw them into the wind, and swallow them alive!

The geese got scared and flew back after Ivashechka and Malashechka. They fly pathetically with each other, the front one with the back one, calling out to each other:

- Tu-ta, tu-ta? Too-too no-too!

It got dark in the field, you couldn’t see anything, there was nowhere to hide, and the wild geese were getting closer and closer; and the fastidious girl’s legs and arms are tired—she can barely drag herself along.

So she sees that stove standing in the field, which served her with rye bread. She goes to the stove:

- Mother oven, protect me and my brother from Baba Yaga!

“Well, girl, you should listen to your father and mother, don’t go into the forest, don’t take your brother, sit at home and eat what your father and mother eat!” Otherwise, “I don’t eat boiled, I don’t want baked, but I don’t even need fried!”

So Malashechka began to beg the stove, begging: I won’t go ahead like that!

- Well, I'll take a look. While you eat my rye bread!

Malashechka happily grabbed him and, well, eat and feed her brother!

“I haven’t seen such a loaf of bread in my life—it’s like a gingerbread cookie!”

And the stove, laughing, says:

- To a hungry person, rye bread is good enough for gingerbread, but to a well-fed person, even Vyazemskaya gingerbread is not sweet! Well, now climb into the mouth, said the stove, and put up a barrier.

So Malashechka quickly sat down in the oven, closed herself with a barrier, sat and listened to the geese flying closer and closer, plaintively asking each other:

- Tu-ta, tu-ta? Too-too no-too!

So they flew around the stove. They didn’t find Malashechka, they sank to the ground and began to talk among themselves: what should they do? You can’t toss and turn home: the owner will eat them alive. It’s also impossible to stay here: she orders them all to be shot.

“That’s it, brothers,” said the leading leader, “let’s return home, to warm lands, Baba Yaga has no access there!”

The geese agreed, took off from the ground and flew far, far away, beyond the blue seas.

Having rested, Little Girl grabbed her brother and ran home, and at home, her father and mother walked around the whole village, asking everyone they met about the children; no one knows anything, only the shepherd said that the guys were playing in the forest.

Father and mother wandered into the forest and sat down next to Malashechka and Ivashechka and came across.

Here Malashechka confessed everything to her father and mother, told her everything and promised to obey in advance, not to contradict, not to be picky, but to eat what others eat.

As she said, she did so, and then the fairy tale ended.

Russian folk tale adapted by M. Gorky “About Ivanushka the Fool”

Once upon a time there lived Ivanushka the Fool, a handsome man, but no matter what he did, everything turned out funny for him - not like with people. One man hired him as a worker, and he and his wife went to the city; wife and says to Ivanushka:

- You stay with the children, look after them, feed them!

- With what? - asks Ivanushka.

- Take water, flour, potatoes, chop and cook - there will be a stew!

The man orders:

- Guard the door so that the children don’t run away into the forest!

The man and his wife left. Ivanushka climbed onto the floor, woke up the children, dragged them to the floor, sat down behind them and said:

- Well, I'm watching you!

The children sat on the floor for a while and asked for food. Ivanushka dragged a tub of water into the hut, poured half a sack of flour and a measure of potatoes into it, shook it all out with a rocker and thought out loud:

- Who needs to be chopped up?

The children heard it and got scared:

“He’ll probably crush us!”

And they quietly ran away from the hut. Ivanushka looked after them, scratched the back of his head, and thought:

- How am I going to look after them now? Moreover, the door must be guarded so that she does not run away!

He looked into the tub and said:

- Cook, stew, and I’ll go look after the children!

He took the door off its hinges, put it on his shoulders and went into the forest. Suddenly the Bear steps towards him - he was surprised and growls:

- Hey, why are you carrying the tree into the forest?

Ivanushka told him what happened to him. The bear sat on its hind legs and laughed:

- What a fool you are! Am I going to eat you for this?

And Ivanushka says:

“You’d better eat the children, so that next time they listen to their father and mother and don’t run into the forest!”

The bear laughs even harder and rolls on the ground laughing.

-Have you ever seen such a stupid thing? Let's go, I'll show you to my wife!

He took him to his den. Ivanushka walks and hits the pine trees with the door.

- Leave her alone! - says the Bear.

“No, I’m true to my word: I promised to keep you safe, so I’ll keep you safe!”

We came to the den. The bear says to his wife:

- Look, Masha, what a fool I brought you! Laughter!

And Ivanushka asks the Bear:

- Aunt, have you seen the kids?

- Mine are at home, sleeping.

- Come on, show me, aren’t these mine?

The Bear showed him three cubs; He says:

- Not these, I had two.

Then the Bear sees that he is stupid and laughs too:

- But you had human children!

“Well, yes,” said Ivanushka, “you can sort them out, little ones, which ones are whose!”

- That's funny! - The Bear was surprised and said to her husband:

- Mikhail Potapych, we won’t eat him, let him live among our workers!

“Okay,” agreed the Bear, “even though he’s a person, he’s too harmless!” The Bear gave Ivanushka a basket and ordered:

- Go ahead and pick some wild raspberries. The kids will wake up, I’ll treat them to something delicious!

-Okay, I can do this! - said Ivanushka. - And you guard the door!

Ivanushka went to the forest raspberry patch, picked a basket full of raspberries, ate his fill, went back to the Bears and sang at the top of his lungs:

Oh, how awkward

Ladybugs!

Is it the ants?

Or lizards!

He came to the den and shouted:

- Here it is, raspberry!

The cubs ran up to the basket, growled, pushed each other, tumbled - very happy!

And Ivanushka, looking at them, says:

- Eh-ma, it’s a pity that I’m not a bear, otherwise I would have children!

The bear and his wife laugh.

- Oh, my fathers! - Bear growls. - You can’t live with him - you’ll die laughing!

“Tell you what,” says Ivanushka, “you guard the door here, and I’ll go look for the kids, otherwise the owner will give me trouble!”

And the Bear asks her husband:

- Misha, you should help him.

“We need to help,” agreed the Bear, “he’s very funny!”

The Bear and Ivanushka walked along the forest paths, they walked and talked in a friendly manner.

- Well, you’re stupid! — the Bear is surprised. And Ivanushka asks him:

-Are you smart?

- Don't know.

- And I don’t know. You're evil?

- No, why?

“But in my opinion, whoever is angry is stupid.” I'm not evil either. Therefore, you and I will both not be fools!

- Look, how you brought it out! — the Bear was surprised. Suddenly they see two children sitting under a bush, asleep. The bear asks:

- These are yours, or what?

“I don’t know,” says Ivanushka, “you need to ask.” Mine wanted to eat. They woke up the children and asked:

- Do you want to eat? They shout:

- We've been wanting it for a long time!

“Well,” said Ivanushka, “that means these are mine!” Now I will lead them to the village, and you, uncle, please bring the door, otherwise I don’t have time myself, I still need to cook the stew!

- Okay! - said the Bear - I’ll bring it!

Ivanushka walks behind the children, looks at the ground after them, as he was ordered, and he himself sings:

Eh, such miracles!

Beetles catch a hare

A fox sits under a bush,

Very surprised!

I came to the hut, and the owners returned from the city. They see: in the middle of the hut there is a tub, filled to the top with water, filled with potatoes and flour, there are no children, the door is also missing - they sat down on a bench and cried bitterly.

-What are you crying about? - Ivanushka asked them.

Then they saw the children, were delighted, hugged them, and asked Ivanushka, pointing to his cooking in the tub:

- What have you done?

- Chowder!

- Is that really necessary?

- How do I know - how?

- Where did the door go?

“They’ll bring it now, here it is!”

The owners looked out the window, and a Bear was walking down the street, pulling the door, people were running from him in all directions, climbing onto roofs, onto trees; the dogs got scared - they got stuck out of fear in the fences, under the gates; only one red rooster bravely stands in the middle of the street and shouts at the Bear:

- I’ll throw it into the river!..

Russian folk tale adapted by A. Tolstoy “Sister Alyonushka and Brother Ivanushka”

Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman, they had a daughter Alyonushka and a son Ivanushka.

The old man and the old woman died. Alyonushka and Ivanushka were left alone.

Alyonushka went to work and took her brother with her. They are walking along a long path, across a wide field, and Ivanushka wants to drink.

- Sister Alyonushka, I’m thirsty!

- Wait, brother, we’ll get to the well.

They walked and walked - the sun was high, the well was far away, the heat was oppressive, the sweat was protruding.

A cow's hoof is full of water.

- Sister Alyonushka, I’ll take some bread from the hoof!

- Don’t drink, brother, you’ll become a little calf! The brother obeyed, let's move on.

The sun is high, the well is far away, the heat is oppressive, the sweat is protruding. The horse's hoof is full of water.

- Sister Alyonushka, I’ll drink from the hoof!

- Don’t drink, brother, you’ll become a foal! Ivanushka sighed, and we moved on again.

The sun is high, the well is far away, the heat is oppressive, the sweat is protruding. A goat's hoof is full of water. Ivanushka says:

- Sister Alyonushka, there is no urine: I’ll drink from the hoof!

- Don’t drink, brother, you’ll become a little goat!

Ivanushka did not listen and drank from a goat's hoof.

Got drunk and became a little goat...

Alyonushka calls her brother, and instead of Ivanushka, a little white goat runs after her.

Alyonushka burst into tears, sat down under a haystack, crying, and the little goat was jumping around next to her.

At that time a merchant was driving past:

-What are you crying about, red maiden?

Alyonushka told him about her misfortune

The merchant tells her:

- Come marry me. I will dress you in gold and silver, and the little goat will live with us.

Alyonushka thought, thought and married the merchant.

They began to live and get along, and the little goat lives with them, eats and drinks from the same cup with Alyonushka.

One day the merchant was not at home. Out of nowhere, a witch comes: she stood under Alyonushka’s window and so affectionately began to call her to swim in the river.

The witch brought Alyonushka to the river. She rushed at her, tied a stone around Alyonushka’s neck and threw her into the water.

And she herself turned into Alyonushka, dressed up in her dress and came to her mansion. No one recognized the witch. The merchant returned - and he did not recognize him.

One little goat knew everything. He hangs his head, doesn’t drink, doesn’t eat. In the morning and evening he walks along the bank near the water and calls:

Alyonushka, my sister!..

Swim out, swim out to the shore...

The witch found out about this and began to ask her husband to kill and slaughter the kid...

The merchant felt sorry for the little goat, he got used to it. And the witch pesters so much, begs so much - there is nothing to be done, the merchant agreed:

- Well, kill him...

The witch ordered to build high fires, heat cast iron cauldrons, and sharpen damask knives.

The little goat found out that he did not have long to live, and said to his named father:

- Before I die, let me go to the river, drink some water, rinse my intestines.

- Well, go.

The little goat ran to the river, stood on the bank and cried out pitifully:

Alyonushka, my sister!

Swim out, swim out to the shore.

The fires are burning high,

Cast iron boilers are boiling,

Damask knives are sharpened,

They want to kill me!

Alyonushka from the river answers him:

Oh, my brother Ivanushka!

The heavy stone pulls to the bottom,

Silk grass has tangled my legs,

Yellow sands lay on my chest.

And the witch is looking for the little goat, cannot find it, and sends a servant: - Go find the little goat, bring him to me. The servant went to the river and saw a little goat running along the bank and calling pitifully:

Alyonushka, my sister!

Swim out, swim out to the shore.

The fires are burning high,

Cast iron boilers are boiling,

Damask knives are sharpened,

They want to kill me!

And from the river they answer him:

Oh, my brother Ivanushka!

The heavy stone pulls to the bottom,

Silk grass has tangled my legs,

Yellow sands lay on my chest.

The servant ran home and told the merchant about what he had heard on the river. They gathered the people, went to the river, threw silk nets and pulled Alyonushka to the shore. They took the stone from her neck, dipped her in spring water, and dressed her in an elegant dress. Alyonushka came to life and became more beautiful than she was.

And the little goat threw himself over his head three times with joy and turned into the boy Ivanushka.

The witch was tied to a horse's tail and released into an open field.

In this section we have collected short folk and original fairy tales from all over the world. These small instructive and kind stories will help children calm down after a stormy day and get ready for sleep.
In bedtime stories you won't find cruelty or scary characters. Only light plots and pleasant characters.
At the bottom of every fairy tale there is clue, what age it is intended for, as well as other tags. Be sure to pay attention to them when choosing a piece! You don't have to waste time reading a fairy tale to find out whether it is suitable for your child or not. We have already read and sorted everything.
Enjoy reading and good dreams :)

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In the sweet carrot forest

Kozlov S.G.


A fairy tale about what forest animals love most. And one day everything happened as they dreamed. In the sweet carrot forest read The hare loved carrots most of all. He said: - I would like it in the forest...

Magic herb St. John's wort

Kozlov S.G.


A fairy tale about how the Hedgehog and the Little Bear looked at the flowers in the meadow. Then they saw a flower they didn’t know, and they became acquainted. It was St. John's wort. Magic herb St. John's wort read It was a sunny summer day. - Do you want me to give you something...

Green bird

Kozlov S.G.


A tale about a Crocodile who really wanted to fly. And then one day he dreamed that he turned into a large Green bird with wide wings. He flew over the land and over the sea and talked with different animals. Green...

How to catch a cloud

Kozlov S.G.


A fairy tale about how the Hedgehog and the Little Bear went fishing in the fall, but instead of fish they were bitten by the moon, then stars. And in the morning they pulled the sun out of the river. How to catch a cloud to read When the time has come...

Prisoner of the Caucasus

Tolstoy L.N.


A story about two officers who served in the Caucasus and were captured by the Tatars. The Tatars ordered letters to be written to relatives demanding a ransom. Zhilin was from a poor family; there was no one to pay the ransom for him. But he was strong...

How much land does a person need?

Tolstoy L.N.


The story is about the peasant Pakhom, who dreamed that he would have a lot of land, then the devil himself would not be afraid of him. He had the opportunity to inexpensively buy as much land as he could walk around before sunset. Wanting to have more...

Jacob's dog

Tolstoy L.N.


A story about a brother and sister who lived near the forest. They had a shaggy dog. One day they went into the forest without permission and were attacked by a wolf. But the dog grappled with the wolf and saved the children. Dog …

Tolstoy L.N.


The story is about an elephant who stepped on his owner because he was mistreating him. The wife was in grief. The elephant put his eldest son on his back and began to work hard for him. Elephant read...

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In this section of the site you will find a selection of poems about the main wizard and friend of all children - Santa Claus. Many poems have been written about the kind grandfather, but we have selected the most suitable ones for children aged 5,6,7 years. Poems about...



Winter has come, and with it fluffy snow, blizzards, patterns on the windows, frosty air. The children rejoice at the white flakes of snow and take out their skates and sleds from the far corners. Work is in full swing in the yard: they are building a snow fortress, an ice slide, sculpting...



A selection of short and memorable poems about winter and New Year, Santa Claus, snowflakes, and a Christmas tree for the younger group of kindergarten. Read and learn short poems with children 3-4 years old for matinees and New Year's Eve. Here …

An invaluable source of wisdom and inspiration for a child. In this section you can read your favorite fairy tales online for free and give children the first most important lessons of world order and morality. It is from the magical narrative that children learn about good and evil, and also that these concepts are far from absolute. Each fairy tale presents its short description, which will help parents choose a topic that is relevant to the child’s age and give him a choice.

Fairy tale title	Source	Rating
Vasilisa the Beautiful	Russian traditional	340653
Morozko	Russian traditional	227199
Aibolit	Korney Chukovsky	970044
The Adventures of Sinbad the Sailor	Arabian tale	219927
Snowman	Andersen H.K.	127588
Moidodyr	Korney Chukovsky	960638
Porridge from an ax	Russian traditional	255133
The Scarlet Flower	Aksakov S.T.	1375186
Teremok	Russian traditional	372534
Fly Tsokotukha	Korney Chukovsky	1010766
Mermaid	Andersen H.K.	415067
Fox and Crane	Russian traditional	202209
Barmaley	Korney Chukovsky	442649
Fedorino grief	Korney Chukovsky	744352
Sivka-Burka	Russian traditional	182645
Green oak near Lukomorye	Pushkin A.S.	749949
Twelve months	Samuel Marshak	782719
The Bremen Town Musicians	Brothers Grimm	268061
Puss in Boots	Charles Perrault	408383
The Tale of Tsar Saltan	Pushkin A.S.	619466
The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish	Pushkin A.S.	570331
The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Knights	Pushkin A.S.	279866
The Tale of the Golden Cockerel	Pushkin A.S.	235237
Thumbelina	Andersen H.K.	181443
The Snow Queen	Andersen H.K.	237002
Fast walkers	Andersen H.K.	28576
sleeping Beauty	Charles Perrault	95260
Little Red Riding Hood	Charles Perrault	223878
Tom Thumb	Charles Perrault	153309
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs	Brothers Grimm	157784
Snow White and Alotsvetik	Brothers Grimm	42100
The wolf and the seven Young goats	Brothers Grimm	133942
Hare and hedgehog	Brothers Grimm	127053
Mrs. Metelitsa	Brothers Grimm	87411
Sweet porridge	Brothers Grimm	182313
Princess on the Pea	Andersen H.K.	106840
Crane and Heron	Russian traditional	28232
Cinderella	Charles Perrault	304057
The Tale of a Stupid Mouse	Samuel Marshak	320168
Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves	Arabian tale	128611
Aladdin's magic lamp	Arabian tale	214490
Cat, rooster and fox	Russian traditional	121192
Chicken Ryaba	Russian traditional	303134
Fox and cancer	Russian traditional	86324
Fox-sister and wolf	Russian traditional	76332
Masha and the Bear	Russian traditional	257120
The Sea King and Vasilisa the Wise	Russian traditional	83045
Snow Maiden	Russian traditional	52379
Three piglets	Russian traditional	1764655
ugly duck	Andersen H.K.	123099
Wild Swans	Andersen H.K.	53793
Flint	Andersen H.K.	72987
Ole Lukoje	Andersen H.K.	116358
The Steadfast Tin Soldier	Andersen H.K.	46172
Baba Yaga	Russian traditional	124746
Magic pipe	Russian traditional	126315
Magic ring	Russian traditional	150522
Grief	Russian traditional	21423
Swan geese	Russian traditional	71993
Daughter and stepdaughter	Russian traditional	22711
Ivan Tsarevich and the Grey Wolf	Russian traditional	64564
Treasure	Russian traditional	46996
Kolobok	Russian traditional	157735
Living water	Brothers Grimm	81663
Rapunzel	Brothers Grimm	131068
Rumplestiltskin	Brothers Grimm	42634
A pot of porridge	Brothers Grimm	75669
King Thrushbeard	Brothers Grimm	26049
little people	Brothers Grimm	57865
Hansel and Gretel	Brothers Grimm	31635
golden goose	Brothers Grimm	39356
Mrs. Metelitsa	Brothers Grimm	21420
Worn out shoes	Brothers Grimm	30869
Straw, coal and bean	Brothers Grimm	27434
twelve brothers	Brothers Grimm	21724
Spindle, weaving shuttle and needle	Brothers Grimm	27370
Friendship between cat and mouse	Brothers Grimm	36467
Kinglet and bear	Brothers Grimm	27676
Royal children	Brothers Grimm	22775
Brave Little Tailor	Brothers Grimm	34804
crystal ball	Brothers Grimm	60972
Queen Bee	Brothers Grimm	39273
Smart Gretel	Brothers Grimm	22068
Three lucky ones	Brothers Grimm	21569
Three spinners	Brothers Grimm	21332
Three snake leaves	Brothers Grimm	21449
Three brothers	Brothers Grimm	21407
The Old Man of the Glass Mountain	Brothers Grimm	21416
The Tale of a Fisherman and His Wife	Brothers Grimm	21419
underground man	Brothers Grimm	29778
Donkey	Brothers Grimm	23651
Ocheski	Brothers Grimm	21082
The Frog King, or Iron Henry	Brothers Grimm	21421
Six swans	Brothers Grimm	24591
Marya Morevna	Russian traditional	43571
Wonderful miracle, wonderful miracle	Russian traditional	41792
Two frosts	Russian traditional	38626
Most expensive	Russian traditional	32496
Wonderful shirt	Russian traditional	38765
Frost and hare	Russian traditional	38421
How the fox learned to fly	Russian traditional	47238
Ivan the Fool	Russian traditional	35470
Fox and jug	Russian traditional	25809
bird tongue	Russian traditional	22397
The soldier and the devil	Russian traditional	21539
Crystal Mountain	Russian traditional	25338
Tricky Science	Russian traditional	27945
Smart guy	Russian traditional	21654
Snow Maiden and Fox	Russian traditional	61208
Word	Russian traditional	21593
Fast messenger	Russian traditional	21458
Seven Simeons	Russian traditional	21479
About the old grandmother	Russian traditional	23399
Go there - I don’t know where, bring something - I don’t know what	Russian traditional	50138
At the behest of the pike	Russian traditional	68121
Rooster and millstones	Russian traditional	21325
Shepherd's Piper	Russian traditional	35985
Petrified Kingdom	Russian traditional	21570
About rejuvenating apples and living water	Russian traditional	35830
Goat Dereza	Russian traditional	33519
Ilya Muromets and Nightingale the Robber	Russian traditional	27029
Cockerel and bean seed	Russian traditional	52909
Ivan - peasant son and miracle Yudo	Russian traditional	27594
Three Bears	Russian traditional	458656
Fox and black grouse	Russian traditional	22948
Tar barrel	Russian traditional	74226
Baba Yaga and berries	Russian traditional	36905
Battle on Kalinov Bridge	Russian traditional	21562
Finist - Clear Falcon	Russian traditional	50465
Princess Nesmeyana	Russian traditional	131380
Tops and roots	Russian traditional	55713
Winter hut of animals	Russian traditional	40263
flying ship	Russian traditional	71219
Sister Alyonushka and brother Ivanushka	Russian traditional	36835
Golden comb cockerel	Russian traditional	44567
Zayushkin's hut	Russian traditional	129897

By listening to fairy tales, children not only acquire the necessary knowledge, but also learn to build relationships in society, relating themselves to one or another fictional character. From the experience of relationships between fairy-tale characters, the child understands that one should not unconditionally trust strangers. Our website presents the most famous fairy tales for your children. Choose interesting fairy tales from the table provided.

Why is it useful to read fairy tales?

The various plots of the fairy tale help the child understand that the world around him can be contradictory and quite complex. Listening to the hero's adventures, children virtually encounter injustice, hypocrisy and pain. But this is how the baby learns to value love, honesty, friendship and beauty. Always having a happy ending, fairy tales help the child to be optimistic and resist various kinds of life's troubles.

The entertainment component of fairy tales should not be underestimated. Listening to fascinating stories has many advantages, for example, compared to watching cartoons - there is no threat to the baby's vision. Moreover, by listening to children's fairy tales performed by parents, the baby learns many new words and learns to correctly articulate sounds. The importance of this is difficult to overestimate, because scientists have long proven that nothing affects the future comprehensive development of a child more than early speech development.

What kinds of fairy tales are there for children?

Fairy tales There are different ones: magical – exciting children’s imagination with a riot of imagination; everyday - telling about simple everyday life, in which magic is also possible; about animals - where the leading characters are not people, but various animals so beloved by children. A large number of such fairy tales are presented on our website. Here you can read for free what will be interesting to your baby. Convenient navigation will help make finding the right material quick and simple.

Read the annotations to give the child the right to independently choose a fairy tale, because most modern child psychologists believe that the key to children’s future love of reading lies in the freedom to choose material. We give you and your child unlimited freedom in choosing wonderful children's fairy tales!