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A fairy tale from Leni Khon

Ilya against three dragons.

There was once a boy in the world. It was played in the yard of the house. His name was Ilya Morychin. Ilya was the chosen one because he was the son of Zeus - the god of lightning. And he could control lightning. When he was walking home, he found himself in a magical world, where he met a rabbit. The rabbit told him that he had to defeat three dragons.

The first dragon was green and was the weakest, the second - blue - a little stronger, and the third - red - the strongest.

If he defeats them, he will return home. Ilya agreed.

He defeated the first one with ease, the second a little more difficult. He thought he would not win the third, but that very rabbit came to his aid, and they defeated him. Ilya finally returned home and lived happily ever after.

Tale from Anya Modorskaya

Night conversation.

Once upon a time there was a girl named Lida, who had so many toys that it was simply impossible to keep track of everyone! One evening the girl went to bed early. When it got dark, all the toys came to life and began to talk.

The first to speak were the dolls:

Oh! Our hostess recently wanted to do our hair and dress us, but she never finished it! - said the first doll.

Oh! We're so disheveled! - said the second.

And we, said the toy rats and mice, have been standing here for so long and gathering dust! The hostess still doesn't want to wash us.

But the mistress loves me very much, - said Lida's beloved dog. - Plays with me, combs, dresses.

Yes! Yes! - said the figurines from the porcelain collection in chorus, - and she often wipes us. We are not complaining about her!

Here the books entered the conversation:

She never finished reading me, and I am very offended! - said the book of fairy tales.

And Lida loves us and has read everyone, the adventure books said.

And us, a whole shelf of books zagalit, - did not even start.

Here the jumpers perked up:

This girl treated us well and we will never speak ill of her.

And then the furniture muttered:

Oh! How hard it is for me to stand under the weight of all these books, said the bookcase.

And me, the chair, is very good: they wipe me and give pleasure to the fact that they sit on me. It's so nice that you are needed.

Then something spoke in the wardrobe:

And the hostess dresses me only on holidays, when she is in a good mood! Therefore, I am very well-groomed, - said the dress.

And Lida tore me up three months ago and never wore it because of the hole! It's a shame! - said the trousers.

And the bags say:

The hostess always takes us with her and often forgets everywhere. And rarely cleans us!

And the textbooks say:

The hostess Lida loves us the most. She dresses us in pretty covers and erases the pencil from our pages.

For a long time, things talked about Lida's life, and in the morning the girl did not know if it was a dream or not? But all the same, she put on and combed the dolls, washed the toys, finished the book, put the books on the shelves so that the closet could stand easily, sewed up the trousers, cleaned the handbags. Too much she wanted her things to think well of her.

Tale from Tsybulko Nastya

There was a knight somewhere far away. He loved a very beautiful princess. But she didn't love him. Once she told him: "If you fight the dragon, then I will love you."

The knight began to fight the dragon. He called his horse and said: "Help me defeat the strong dragon."

And the horse was magical. When the knight asked him, he flew higher and higher.

When the battle began, the horse took off and pierced the dragon's heart with a sword.

Then the princess fell in love with the prince. They had children. When the sons grew up, the prince father gave the horse to them. The sons fought on this horse. Everything was fine with them, and they all lived happily ever after.

Tale from Parvatkina Dasha

Sonya and the golden nut.

There was a girl in the world, her name was Sonya. In the fall, she went to school.

Early one morning Sonya went out for a walk. An old oak tree stood in the middle of the park. A swing tire hung from an oak branch. Sonya always rocked on this swing. As always, she sat down on this swing and began to swing. And suddenly something fell on her head. It was a nut ... a golden nut! Sonya took it and examined it carefully. It really was all gold. People began to pay attention to Sonya. She got scared and threw the nut, but realized what a mistake she had made: the nut cracked, turned gray and rusty. Sonya was very upset and put the splinters in her pocket. Suddenly she heard someone talking upstairs. Looking up, Sonya saw a squirrel. Yes, yes, the squirrels were talking. One of them jumped down to Sonya and asked:

What is your name?

Me - Sonya. Can squirrels speak?

That's funny! The squirrel itself, and even asks if squirrels speak!

I'm not a squirrel! I am a girl!

Well, okay, then look in the puddle, girl!

Sonya looked into the puddle and turned pale. She was a squirrel!

How did it happen?

You must have broken a golden nut!

How can I become a girl back?

Go to the old oak tree. A learned owl lives there. If you beat him in an argument, he will give you a silver nut. Break it and get home as a girl. Take my squirrel - he knows the answers to all the owl's questions.

Sonya took the squirrel and climbed the oak tree. She climbed for a long time and even fell 3 times. Sonya climbed onto a massive large branch where the learned owl was sitting.

Hello squirrel!

Hello, uncle owl! I need a silver nut!

Okay, I'll give you a nut if you beat me in an argument.

They argued for a long time, and the squirrel from the Sleepy Tail prompted everything.

Okay, take a nut, you beat me!

Sonya jumped off the oak tree, thanked the squirrel, and broke a nut.

Sonya returned home as a girl, and from that day she fed the squirrels.

Tale from Lieberman Slava.

Chapter I

Once upon a time there was a knight, his name was Glory. Once the king called him and said:

We have many knights, but you are the only one so strong. You have to deal with the sorcerer, he is very strong. On your way there will be ghosts and his monsters, they are all strong.

Okay, I'll go, just give me the sword.

Let's give.

I went.

With God!

The knight took the sword and went to the sorcerer. He walks along the road, sees that ghosts are standing in front of him on the road. They began to attack him, and the knight fought back as best he could. The knight won them all the same and went on. Goes, goes and saw a monster. And his knight won. He finally came to his goal - to the sorcerer. Slava fought with the sorcerer and won. Glory came to the king and said:

I defeated him!

Well done! Here's your reward - 10 chests of gold.

I do not need anything, and you will keep the gold for yourself.

Well, okay, go, go.

Our brave man went home and fell asleep. He woke up at dawn and saw a sorcerer with ghosts. He defeated them again. Now all the bad creatures are afraid of him.

Chapter II

Many years have passed, the knight has become much stronger. He began to notice that he was being robbed. He went to look for thieves, went through the forest, the desert and found robbers, and there were five of them. He fought with them, only the leader remained. Defeated the knight and the leader with one stroke of the sword and returned home.

Chapter III

Once a knight went on reconnaissance to the robbers, and there were 50 of them. Suddenly the robbers noticed the dragon. The robbers fled in fear. Glory rushed to the dragon, the battle began. The battle went on for a week. The dragon has lost. Evening came. Our hero went to bed. And he dreamed of a sorcerer.

Did you think you got rid of me? I will gather an army and take over the country! Ha ha ha!

And disappeared.

And so it happened. The war began. We fought for a long time. But our country won! The knight returned home! And everyone healed happily.

Tale from Konokhova Nadya

Curious fly.

Once upon a time there was a fly. She was so curious that she often got into trouble. She decided to find out who the cat was and flew in search of him. Suddenly I saw a big ginger cat in one house on the window. He lay and basked in the sun. A fly flew up to the cat and asks:

Mr. cat, can I ask you what your name is, and what do you eat?

Meow! I am a domestic cat Murkot, I catch mice in the house, I like to eat sour cream and sausage, - the cat answers.

“I wonder if he is my friend or enemy?” Thought the fly and began to ask further.

Do you eat flies?

I don't know, I need to think about it. Fly in tomorrow, I will answer you.

A curious fly arrived the next day and asked:

You thought?

Yes, - the cat answered slyly, - I don't eat flies.

Suspecting nothing, the fly flew closer to the cat and again began to ask its questions:

And who are you most afraid of, my dear Murcot?

O! Most of all I am afraid of dogs!

Do you like fruits?

Are there too many questions, dear fly? - asked the cat and, grabbing it with two paws, put it in his mouth and ate it. So the curious fly is gone.

Tale from Misha Dubrovenko

Snowflakes

Snowflake was born high in the sky in a big cloud.

Grandma Cloud, why do we need Winter?

To cover the ground with a white blanket, to hide from the wind and frost.

Oh, grandmother, - Snowflake was surprised, - I'm small, and the Earth is huge! How am I going to cover her?

The land is big, but alone, and you have millions of sisters, ”said Cloud and shook her apron.

The air blinked, snowflakes flew to the garden, to the house, to the yard. They fell and fell until they covered all the light.

And the Wind didn't like the snow. Previously, it was possible to scatter everything, but now everything is hidden under the snow!

Well, I'll show you! - the Wind whistled and began to blow snowflakes from the Earth.

It blew, blew, but only the snow transfers from one place to another. So it was a verse of annoyance.

Then Frost got down to business. And the sisters-snowflakes pressed one to the other more closely, so they waited for the Spring.

Spring has come, the sun has warmed, millions of blades of grass have grown on the Earth.

And where did the snowflakes go?

And nowhere! Early in the morning, there is a dewdrop on every blade of grass. These are our snowflakes. They shine, shimmer - millions of little suns!

Tale from Mamedova Parvana

Once upon a time there was a merchant. He had two daughters. The first was named Olga, and the second Elena. Once a brother came to the merchant, and the merchant said to him:

How are you?

I'm fine. And Elena and Olga are picking berries in the forest.

Meanwhile, Olga left her sister in the forest, and she returned home. She told her father that the merchant began to grieve.

After a while, the merchant heard that his daughter was alive, that she was a queen and that she had two sons of a hero. The merchant came to his daughter Elena, she told him the whole truth about his sister. In anger, the merchant ordered his servants to execute his first daughter.

And they began to live with Elena - to live and make good money.

Tale from Ruslan Israpilov

Golden bird

Once upon a time there lived a master with a lady. And they had a son, Ivan. The boy was hardworking, helping both mom and dad.

Once the master asked Ivan to go with him into the forest for mushrooms. The boy went into the forest and got lost. The master and his wife were waiting for him, but they did not wait.

Night has come. The boy walked where his eyes were looking, and suddenly he saw a small house. He went there and saw Cinderella there.

Can you help me find my way home?

Take this golden bird, it will tell you where to go.

Thank you.

The boy went after the bird. And the bird was invisible during the day. One day the boy fell asleep, and, waking up, could not find the bird. He was upset.

While the boy was sleeping, he grew up and turned into Ivan Petrovich. A beggar grandfather met him:

Let me help you, I will take you to the king.

They came to the king. And he says to them:

There is something for you, Ivan Petrovich, take the magic sword and the royal supplies and cut off the dragon's head, then I will show you the way home.

Ivan agreed and went to the dragon. There was a high stone staircase next to the dragon. Ivan figured out how to outwit the dragon. Ivan quickly ran up the stone stairs, jumped on top of the dragon. The dragon shook all over, threw back his head, and at that moment Ivan chopped off his head.

Ivan returned to the tsar.

Well done, Ivan Petrovich, - said the king, - this dragon ate everyone, and you killed him. Here's a card for that. On it you will find your way home.

Ivan came home and saw that mom and dad were sitting and crying.

I'm back!

Everyone was delighted and hugged.

Tale from Katya Petrova

The tale of a man and a wizard.

Once upon a time there was a man. He lived in poverty. Once he went into the forest for brushwood and got lost. For a long time he wandered through the forest, it was already dark. Suddenly he saw a fire. He went there. Looks, there is no one around the fire. There is a hut next to it. He knocked on the door. Nobody opens it. The man entered the hut, and found himself in a completely different place - instead of a dark forest, a fabulous island with emerald trees, fabulous birds and beautiful animals. A man walks around the island, cannot be surprised. Night fell, he went to bed. In the morning I went on. He sees a falcon sitting by a tree, cannot take off. A man approached the falcon and saw an arrow in his wing. The man pulled the arrow out of the wing and kept it for himself, and the falcon says:

You saved me! From now on, I will help you!

Where am I?

This is the island of a very evil king. He loves nothing but money.

How can I get back home?

There is a magician Hades who can help you. Come on, I'll take you to him.

They came to Hades.

What do you want?

How can I get home?

I will help you, but you must fulfill my order - to get the rarest herbs. They grow on an unknown mountain.

The peasant agreed, went to the mountain, saw there a stuffed animal with a sword, which guarded the mountain.

The falcon says, "This is the king's guard!"

A man stands and does not know what to do, and the falcon throws a sword at him.

The man grabbed the sword and began to fight with the scarecrow. He fought for a long time, and the falcon did not doze, clutched the stuffed animal with its claws. The man wasted no time, swung and hit the scarecrow so that the scarecrow shattered into 2 parts.

The man took the herbs and went to the wizard. Hades was already waiting. The man gave him the grass. Hades began to brew the potion. Finally he boiled it, sprinkled the potion all over the island and said, "Get lost, king!"

The king disappeared, and Hades rewarded the man - sent him home.

The man returned home rich and happy.

Tale from Denis Loshakov

How the fox stopped being lazy

Three brothers lived in the same forest. One of them did not like to work very much. When the brothers asked him to help them, he tried to come up with a reason to get away from work.

One day a volunteer clean-up was announced in the forest. Everyone hurried to work, and our little fox decided to run away. He ran to the river, found a boat and set sail. The boat was carried downstream and out to sea. Suddenly a storm began. The boat capsized, and our fox was washed ashore on a small island. There was no one around, and he was very frightened. The little fox realized that now he would have to do everything himself. Get your own food, build a dwelling and a boat to get home. Gradually, everything began to work out for him, as he tried very hard. When the fox built a boat and got home, everyone was very happy, and the fox realized that this adventure served him as a good lesson. He never hid from work again.

Tale from Fomina Lera

Katya in a fairy land

In one city there lived a girl named Katya. Once she went for a walk with her friends, saw a ring on the swing and put it on her finger.

And suddenly she found herself in a forest clearing, and in the clearing there were three paths.

She went to the right and came out into the same clearing. I went to the left, saw a hare and asked him 6

Where did I go?

To a magical land, - the hare answers.

She walked straight ahead and went out to the big castle. Katya entered the castle and saw that around the king his servants were running back and forth.

What happened, Your Highness? Katya asks.

Koschey the Immortal stole my daughter, - the king replies, - If you return her to me, I will return you home.

Katya returned to the clearing, sat down on a tree stump and thought about how to help her out with the princess. A hare rode up to her:

What are you thinking about?

I am thinking how to save the princess.

Send her out to help her out.

Went.

They walk, and the hare says:

I heard recently that Koschey is afraid of the light. And then Katya figured out how to save the princess.

They reached the hut on chicken legs. We entered the hut - the princess was sitting at the table, and Koschey was standing next to her. Katya came up to the window, pulled the curtains, and Koschey melted. One cloak remained from him.

The princess hugged Katya with joy:

Thank you very much.

They returned to the castle. The king was delighted and returned Katya home. And everything became fine with her.

Tale from Musaelyan Arsen

The prince and the three-headed dragon

Once upon a time there was a king who had three sons. They lived very well until the invincible came to themthree-headed dragon. The dragon lived on a mountain in a cave and brought fear to the whole city.

The king decided to send his eldest son to kill the dragon. The dragon swallowed the eldest son. Then the king sent the middle son. He swallowed it too.

The youngest son went to the fight. The closest path to the mountain was through the forest. He walked for a long time through the forest and saw a hut. In this hut, he decided to wait out the night. The prince went into the hut and saw the old wizard. The old man had a sword, but he promised to give it back in exchange for the moon grass. And this herb grows only at Baba Yaga. And the prince went to Baba Yaga. While Baba Yaga was sleeping, he picked up the moon grass and came to the wizard.

The prince took the sword, killed the three-headed dragon and returned to the kingdom with his brothers.

Tale from Fedorov Ilya

Three heroes

In ancient times, people were poor and earned their living by their own labor: plowing, land, raising livestock, etc. And the Tugars (mercenaries from other lands) periodically attacked villages, took away livestock, stole and robbed. Leaving, they burned their crops, houses and other buildings behind them.

At this time, a hero was born and named him Alyosha. He grew up strong and helped everyone in the village. Once he was instructed to deal with the tugars. And Alyosha says: "I cannot cope with a large army alone, I will go to other villages for help." He put on armor, took a sword, mounted a horse and set off.

Having entered one of the villages, he learned from the local residents that the hero Ilya Muromets lived here with incredible strength. Alyosha went to him. He told Ilya about the tugar raids on the villages and asked for help. Ilya agreed to help. Putting on their armor and taking a spear, they set off.

On the way, Ilya said that a hero named Dobrynya Nikitich lived in a neighboring village, who would also agree to help them. Dobrynya met the heroes, listened to their story about the tugar tricks, and the three of them went to the tugar camp.

On the way, the heroes figured out how to go unnoticed through the guards and take their leader prisoner. Approaching the camp, they changed into tugar clothes and in this way carried out their plan. Tugarin got scared and asked for forgiveness in exchange for the fact that he would no longer attack their villages. They believed him and let him go. But the Tugarin did not keep his word and continued raiding the villages with even greater cruelty.

Then three heroes, having gathered an army from the inhabitants of the villages, attacked the tugar. The battle lasted for many days and nights. Victory was for the villagers, as they fought for their lands and families, and they had a strong will to win. Tugars, frightened by such an onslaught, fled to their distant country. And in the villages, a peaceful life continued, and the heroes went about their former good deeds.

Tale from Danila Terentyev

Unexpected meeting.

In one kingdom lived the queen alone with her daughter. And in the neighboring kingdom lived a king with his son. One day the son went out into the clearing. And the princess went out into the clearing. They met and became friends. But the queen did not allow her daughter to be friends with the prince. But they were secretly friends. Three years later, the queen learned that the princess was friends with the prince. For 13 years the princess was imprisoned in a tower. But the king appeased the queen and married her. And the prince is on the princess. They lived happily ever after.

Tale from Katya Smirnova

Alyonushka's Adventures

Once upon a time there was a peasant, and he had a daughter named Alyonushka.

Once a peasant went hunting and left Alyonushka alone. She grieved, she grieved, but there was nothing to do, she had to live with the cat Vaska.

Somehow Alyonushka went into the forest to pick mushrooms, and to pick berries and got lost. She walked, walked and came across a hut on chicken legs, and Baba Yaga lived in the hut. Alyonushka was scared, wanted to run, but nowhere. Owls sit in the trees, and wolves howl behind the swamps. Suddenly the door creaked, and Baba Yaga appeared on the threshold. Crochet nose, crooked claws, dressed in rags and says:

Fu, fu, fu, it smells of the Russian spirit.

And Alyonushka answered: "Hello, grandmother!"

Well, hello, Alyonushka, come in if you came.

Alyonushka slowly entered the house and was dumbfounded - human skulls were hanging on the walls, and a carpet of bones on the floor.

Well, what are you standing for? Come on in, light the stove, cook dinner, and if you don’t, I’ll eat you.

Alyonushka obediently lit the stove and cooked dinner. Baba Yaga ate her fill and says:

Tomorrow I will leave for the whole day about my business, and you keep an eye on the order, and if you disobey, I will eat you, - I went to bed and began to snore. Alyonushka began to cry. A cat came out from behind the stove and said:

Don't cry, Alyonushka, I'll help you get out of here.

The next morning Baba Yaga left and left Alyonushka alone. The cat got off the stove and says:

Come on, Alyonushka, I'll show you the way home.

She went with the cat. They walked for a long time, came out into a clearing, they saw - the village was visible in the distance.

The girl thanked the cat for her help and they went home. The next day, my father came from hunting, and they began to live and live, and make good money. And the cat Vaska lay on the stove, sang songs and ate sour cream.

Tale from Kirsanova Lisa

Lizina's tale

Once upon a time there was a girl named Sveta. She had two girlfriends Khakhalya and Babab, but no one saw them, and everyone thought it was just a child's fantasy. Mom asked Sveta to help and before she had time to look around, everything was cleaned up, ironed, and asked with surprise:

Daughter, how did you quickly cope with all the matters?

Mom, I'm not alone! Khakhalya and Bababa are helping me.

Enough to invent! How can! What kind of fantasies? What Hahalya? What Bababa? You have already grown!

Sveta paused, lowered her head and went to her room. She waited a long time for her friends, but they never showed up. A completely tired girl fell asleep in her crib. At night, she had a strange dream, as if her friends were captured by the evil sorceress Clumsy. In the morning, everything fell out of Sveta's hands.

What happened? - asked mom, but Sveta did not answer. She was very worried about the fate of her friends, but she could not admit it to her mother.

A day passed, then a second ...

One night Sveta woke up and was surprised to see a door that shone against the background of the wall. She opened the door and found herself in a magical forest. Things were scattered around, broken toys were scattered around, there were unmade beds, and Sveta immediately guessed that this was the possession of the witch. Sveta went along the only free path to rescue her friends.

The path led her to a large dark cave. The light was very afraid of the dark, but she overcame her fear and went into the cave. She reached the metal bars and saw her friends behind the bars. The lattice was closed with a large, large lock.

I will definitely save you! Just how to open this lock?

Khakhalya and Bababa said that the witch Lamented threw the key somewhere in the forest. Sveta ran along the path to look for the key. She wandered for a long time among the abandoned things, until suddenly she saw the tip of a key gleaming under a broken toy.

Hurray! - Sveta shouted and ran to open the grate.

Waking up in the morning, she saw her friends near the bed.

How glad I am that you are with me again! Let everyone think that I am an inventor, but I know that you really are !!!

Tale from Ilya Borovkov

Once upon a time there was a boy named Vova. One day he became seriously ill. Whatever the doctors did, he didn't get better. One night, after another visit to the doctors, Vova heard his mother crying quietly by his bed. And he vowed to himself that he would definitely get better, and his mother would never cry.

After taking another medication, Vova fell asleep soundly. An incomprehensible noise woke him up. Opening his eyes, Vova realized that he was in the forest, and a hare was sitting next to him and eating a carrot.

“Well, woke up? The hare asked him.

Can you talk?

Yes, I can also dance.

And where am I? How did I end up here?

You are in the forest in the land of dreams. An evil sorceress carried you here, ”the hare answered, continuing to chew the carrot.

But I need to go home, my mother is waiting for me there. If I don't come back, she will die of melancholy, - Vova sat down and cried.

Don't cry, I'll try to help you. But a difficult road awaits you. Get up, have breakfast with berries and let's go.

Vova wiped away his tears, got up and had breakfast with berries. And their journey began.

The road passed through swamps, dense forests. They had to cross the rivers ford. Towards evening they went out into the clearing. There was a small house in the clearing.

What if she eats me? - Vova asked the hare, frightened.

Maybe he will, but only if you don't solve her three riddles, - said the hare and disappeared.

Vova was left all alone. Suddenly a window in the house opened, and a witch looked out.

Well, Vova are you standing there? Come into the house. I've been waiting for you for a long time.

Vova, bowing his head, entered the house.

Sit down at the table, we'll have supper now. I suppose you got hungry all day?

Won't you eat me?

Who told you that I eat children? I suppose a hare? Ah, you wretch! I'll catch it and eat it with pleasure.

And he also said that you will tell me three riddles, and if I guess them, then you will return me home?

The hare did not lie. But if you don’t guess them, you will remain in my service forever. You sing, and then we'll start making riddles.

Vova could easily solve the first and second riddles. And the third, the last, was the most difficult. Vova thought that he would never see his mother again. And then he realized what the witch had guessed. Vova's answer made the witch very angry.

I will not let you in, you will still remain in my service.

With these words, the sorceress crawled under the bench for a rope lying under it. Vova, without hesitation, rushed out of the house. And he ran, that there is urine from the house of the witch, wherever his eyes were looking. He kept running and running forward, afraid to look back. At some point, the ground from under Vova's feet seemed to disappear, he began to fall into an infinitely deep hole. Vova screamed out of fear and closed his eyes.

Opening his eyes, he saw that he was lying in his bed, and his mother was sitting next to him and stroking him on the head.

You screamed a lot at night, I came to calm you down, ”his mother told him.

Vova told his mother about his dream. Mom laughed and left. Vova threw back the blanket and saw a bitten carrot there.

From that day on, Vova went on the mend, and soon he went to school, where his friends were waiting for him.

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Who hasn't asked a hundred different “why's” a day? Sometimes there are so many questions that even adults cannot answer them. There are different sciences for this. But, as you know, any science begins with a fairy tale. Before the plane appeared, there was a flying carpet, and instead of a TV, there was a saucer with a pouring apple. You probably know the tales of the English writer Kipling, where he explains how people learned to write and why the camel has a hump. I also tried to find fabulous answers to some "why", and here's what I got. the book is not complete

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Oh, what a little Ghost! Do you know why children who read the fairy tales of the German writer Otfried Preusler are never afraid of anything? Yes, this is because scary, terrifying hedgehogs, water and ghosts live only in books with fairy tales! And reading them is fun and interesting. "Little Ghost" is one of the best fairy tales for kids by the famous German writer Otfried Preusler. For preschool and primary school age. Illustrations by L.A. Tokmakova

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Oh, what a little Ghost! Oh, what a little Baba Yaga! Oh, what a little green Waterman! Are you scared? Do you know why children who read the fairy tales of the German writer Otfried Preusler are never afraid of anything? Yes, this is because scary, terrifying hedgehogs, water and ghosts live only in books with fairy tales! And reading them is fun and interesting. For preschool and primary school age.

Untimely Thoughts Maxim Gorky

This is a unique book in the entire history of Russian literature, which arose from the short newspaper responses of the writer to the topic of the day. Gorky's articles appeared almost daily in the Petrograd newspaper Novaya Zhizn. The newspaper was opened after the February Revolution and closed after the October Revolution. She lived from May 1, 1917 to June 16, 1918, that is, at the most transitional, turning point. The path between the two revolutions - bourgeois and socialist - is a difficult path. Published on the pages of Novaya Zhizn, Gorky tried to work out his position, his attitude to reality, ...

Spray of Reality Felix Krivin

This book by Felix Krivin contains the shortest tales, stories, thoughts and facts. A collection of aphorisms for all occasions))) "Thoughts were not enough, so all people were like-minded." "Cross out the minus and it becomes a plus." “I got the idea to make fire. So, just in case of fire. " "Love is evil, but you can always choose the lesser of two evils." “Some die of laughter, others die of curiosity, others die of love. And the fourth just die, and this is the most unpleasant thing. " “You live this life like an epic, and at the end you look - it's all on ...

Through the mirror and what did Alice see there, or ... Lewis Carroll

Two fairy tales by the English writer Lewis Carroll "Alice in Wonderland" and "Through the Mirror and What Alice Saw There" (or "Alice Through the Looking Glass") have long become the property of world culture. Their destiny is unique: written for children, they not only entered the classics of literature for adults, but also arouse the closest attention of representatives of the humanities and natural sciences today. This interest is not accidental, because the creator of these tales, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, who appeared in literature under the name of Lewis Carroll, was a professional mathematician ...

Little Ghost Otfried Preusler

Oh, what a little Ghost! Do you know why children who read the fairy tales of the German writer Otfried Preusler are never afraid of anything? Yes, this is because scary, terrifying hedgehogs, water and ghosts live only in books with fairy tales! And reading them is fun and interesting. "Little Ghost" is one of the best fairy tales for kids by the famous German writer Otfried Preusler.

Unknown tale of Andersen Ekaterina Lesina

When Dasha went to get a job, she did not expect that her old friend Yefim would be her future boss. And she was certainly not going to become a witness to the murder - during their dinner with Yefim, another applicant for the vacancy of a secretary died right in the waiting room ... landfill. He did not remember anything, he only knew that it was all about a patent for an invention, which he had not had time to issue. Scientist Elvira Steklova recorded the data ...

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Fairy tales just in case Evgeny Klyuev

Evgeny Klyuev is one of the most extraordinary contemporary Russian-speaking writers, the author of sensational novels. But this book represents a special facet of his talent and is intended for both adults and children. Evgeny Klyuev, like Hans Christian Andersen, lives in Denmark and writes wonderful fairy tales. They are full of poetry and kindness. Their meaning is clear to a child, and a subtle allegory disturbs the mature mind. All the tales collected in this book are published for the first time.

... With many unknown people Arkady Adamov

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Folk Tales and Legends Johann Museus

Folk tales and legends recorded at the end of the 18th century. from the words of peasants and artisans in different parts of Germany. The essence of the tales remained unchanged, but in the literary treatment of the writer and the narrator, they acquired even greater expressiveness. Johann Karl August Museus (1735-1787), a contemporary of Goethe, Schiller and Lessing, graduated from the University of Jena, taught at a gymnasium in Weimar. In 1762, his novel "Grandison II, or the History of Mr. N. in Letters" was published - a parody of numerous works written in the spirit of a sentimental family novel ...

I present to your attention a new fairy tale "Lonely Fox", composed on the day of my departure from Moscow. I hasten to notify that the punctuation in the story is the author's, I do not accept reproaches in this regard.

The fairy tale "Lonely Fox" is my second work, completely written on a computer, the first experience of this kind was a fantastic story "". When writing a fairy tale, I once again came to the conclusion that it is extremely inconvenient to compose works of fiction on a computer: the machine beeps all the time, pointing out typos that constantly occur when the keys are pressed incorrectly, and I myself see them, I have to go back to what I wrote, edit. The feeling that the words are flowing from somewhere inside is lost, and by means of a hand and a pen they themselves lie on the paper, as if written in blood. Composing by typing on a computer is a kind of surrogate for real creativity, although this is just my subjective opinion.

In my opinion, the fairy tale "Lonely Fox" was a success, was able to withstand the planned tempo until the very end of the story. However, it is not for me to judge, but to you, dear readers. We can only hope that you will like the fairy tale just as I liked this unexpected guest, who flew on the wings of insight, knocking off another topic, which I have been trying unsuccessfully for a long time to torture, but this is a completely different story ...

The design of the entry uses an illustration of the artist vianer Albert Galimov to Vadim Ivanov's grotesque Taedium Vitae

Tale "Lonely Fox"

A little fox lived in a small forest. The fox was so small that his native forest seemed to him a huge dense forest. Fox's parents disappeared a long time ago, when he was very tiny, and he had to learn everything on his own, to comprehend all the wisdom of life himself: he had no other relatives.
The fox did not know that he was a predator and had to eat meat: his parents did not have time to tell him about this, the hunting instinct in Fox did not wake up, and he began to eat what grew around his hole: mushrooms and berries.
The fox was sad to always and everywhere be alone, he often remembered mom and dad, but this made him even sadder. Going out for walks, the Fox tried to find friends for himself and ran to all the animals he met on the way with a joyful smile and a cheerful cry:
- Let's be friends! We will sing songs together, pick berries, and at night under the moon we will begin to tell each other fairy tales!
But all the animals that met on the way of the Fox were much smaller than him in size, and scattered at only one sight of him, most often they were mice. Most likely, they did not understand the fox's language, and even if they did, they did not believe in fox friendship, taking it for a hunting cunning.
So one endless boring day after another passed in the life of the Fox. But in early youth, every day drags on for a long, long time, becoming like a small
eternity. And then, when there were countless such lonely days in the life of the Fox, he decided to go where his eyes were looking, as far from his hole as possible. "Maybe there, far from home, I will be able to find a friend!" - thought the Fox, leaving the hole at dawn - “And the mink ... Well, I'll dig myself a new mink, next to the mink of my future friend. Mom and Dad won't come back here, and I don't care where to live without them! " The fox looked around the entrance to the hole, which served as a reliable shelter from inclement weather, sighed heavily in farewell; turned and ran, without looking back, forward.
And when the sun rose high enough, Fox realized that he had climbed very far from home: the place was unfamiliar, and in front of the trees there was a gap. If the Fox was older or someone had told him earlier, he would have known that he had come running to the forest edge. But the Fox did not know this, and boldly continued on his way. At the very edge of the forest, he saw a large animal, so large that the animal was much larger than dad Fox. "This is who will be friends with me!" - thought Fox and with all his paws rushed to the stranger, his heart was filled with joy from the anticipation of the joy of friendship and trembled with delight:
- Hey! How glad I am to have met you! Let's be friends! I will show you a berry meadow with the most delicious berries in our forest, I will tell you which mushrooms you cannot eat. I take you to a watering hole by the stream: wonderful beautiful flowers grow near it, and small silvery fish splash in the transparent water, shining in the sun with thousands of magic sparks. And then I'll tell you all the tales I know!
An experienced hunting Dog without a shadow of surprise looked at the fox running up to him, only straining all his muscles in order to be ready at the right moment for the only correct movement. Wise with life experience, the Dog, of course, understood the fox language, but he didn’t care what the future prey was shouting. The dog remembered very well how in early spring, at the same place, he crushed two foxes - a married couple, how the foxes ridiculously tried to protect each other from his furious attack, and remembered how the Master thanked him for the one he won, the Dog, victory.
The fox ran almost close to the dog's muzzle, and the dog's teeth closed in a suffocating trap on a thin fox's neck ...
The dog, waving its tail importantly, carried the little dead body of the Fox to the owner, expecting praise and delicious food for this easily caught prey.

THE TALE OF THE FOUR DEAF

Indian fairy tale

Not far from the village, a shepherd was tending sheep. It was already past noon, and the poor shepherd was very hungry. True, he, leaving the house, ordered his wife to bring her breakfast to the field, but his wife, as if on purpose, did not come.

The poor shepherd wondered: you can't go home - how to leave the flock? That and look what they steal; staying put is even worse: hunger will torment you. So he looked here and there, and saw that the tagliari was mowing grass for his cow. The shepherd approached him and said:

Lend me, dear friend: see that my flock does not scatter. I’ll just go home to have breakfast, and after breakfast I’ll return at once and reward you generously for your service.

The shepherd seems to have acted very wisely; indeed, he was a smart and careful fellow. One thing about him was bad: he was deaf, but so deaf that a cannon shot over his ear would not have made him look back; and worst of all: he spoke to the deaf.

Tagliari heard no better than a shepherd, and therefore it is not surprising that he did not understand a word from the shepherd's speech. On the contrary, it seemed to him that the shepherd wanted to take the grass away from him, and he cried out with his heart:

What do you care about my herb? It was not you who mowed her, but me. Can't my cow die of hunger so that your flock is fed? Say what you like, but I will not give this herb. Go away!

At these words, the tagliari shook his hand in anger, and the shepherd thought that he promised to protect his flock, and, reassured, hurried home, intending to ask his wife a good headwash so that she would not forget to bring him breakfast in the future.

The shepherd approaches his house - looks: his wife is lying on the threshold, crying and complaining. I must tell you that yesterday at night she inadvertently ate, and they also say - raw peas, and you know that raw peas in the mouth are sweeter than honey, and in the stomach they are heavier than lead.

Our good shepherd tried as best he could to help his wife, put her to bed and gave a bitter medicine that made her feel better. In the meantime, he did not forget to have breakfast either. All these troubles took a long time, and the soul of the poor shepherd became uneasy. “Is something being done to the flock? How long before the trouble! " - thought the shepherd. He hastened to return and, to his great joy, soon saw that his flock was quietly grazing in the same place where he had left it. However, as a wise man, he counted all his sheep. There were exactly the same number of them as before he left, and he said to himself with relief: “An honest man, this tagliari! We must reward him. "

The shepherd had a young sheep in the flock; true, lame, but well-fed. The shepherd put her on his shoulders, went up to the tagliari and said to him:

Thank you mister tagliari for keeping my flock safe! Here's a whole sheep for your labors.

Tagliari, of course, did not understand anything of what the shepherd told him, but seeing the lame sheep, he cried out with his heart:

And what does it matter to me that she is lame! How do I know who mutilated her? I never went to your herd. What is it to me?

True, she is limping, - the shepherd went on, not hearing the tagliari, - but all the same it is a glorious sheep - both young and fat. Take it, fry it and eat it for my health with your friends.

Will you leave me at last! - shouted the tagliari, beside himself with anger. “I’m telling you again that I didn’t break the legs of your sheep and not only didn’t approach your flock, but didn’t even look at it.

But since the shepherd, not understanding him, still held the lame sheep in front of him, praising it in every way, the tagliari could not bear it and swung his fist at him.

The shepherd, in turn, got angry and prepared for a hot defense, and they probably would have fought if they had not been stopped by some man riding by on horseback.

I must tell you that the Indians have a custom, when they argue about something, ask the first person they meet to judge them.

Here the shepherd and the tagliari grabbed hold of the horse's bridle, each from his side, to stop the rider.

Be merciful, - the shepherd said to the rider, - stop for a moment and consider: which of us is right and who is wrong? I give this man a sheep from my flock in gratitude for his services, and he almost nailed me in gratitude for my gift.

Do mercy, said the tagliari, stop for a moment and consider: which of us is right and who is wrong? This evil shepherd accuses me of mutilating his sheep when I did not approach his flock.

Unfortunately, the judge they chose was also deaf, and even, they say, more than both of them together. He made a sign with his hand that they were silent, and said:

I must confess to you that this horse is definitely not mine: I found it on the road, and since I am in a great hurry to get to the city on an important matter, in order to be in time, I decided to mount it. If it is yours, take it; if not, then let me go as soon as possible: I have no time to stay here longer.

The shepherd and the tagliari did not hear anything, but for some reason each imagined that the rider was deciding the matter not in his favor.

Both of them shouted and scolded even louder, reproaching the mediator they had chosen for the injustice.

At that moment an old Brahmin appeared on the road. All three disputants rushed to him and began vying to tell their case. But the Brahmin was as deaf as they were.

Understand! Understand! - he answered them. - She sent you to beg me to return home (the brahmin was talking about his wife). But you will not succeed. Did you know that in the whole world there is no one more grumpy than this woman? Since I married her, she made me commit so many sins that I cannot wash them off even in the sacred waters of the Ganges River. I'd rather eat on charity and spend the rest of my days in a foreign land. I made up my mind; and all your persuasions will not force me to change my intentions and again agree to live in the same house with such an evil wife.

The noise has risen more than before; all together shouted with all their might, not understanding each other. Meanwhile, the one who stole the horse, seeing people running from a distance, took them for the owners of the stolen horse, quickly jumped off it and fled.

The shepherd, noticing that it was getting late and that his flock had scattered completely, hastened to gather his sheep and drove them to the village, bitterly complaining that there is no justice on earth, and attributing all the griefs of the day to the snake, which crawled the road at a time when he left the house - the Indians have such a sign.

Tagliari returned to his mowed grass and, finding there a fat sheep, an innocent cause of the dispute, he shouldered it and carried it to him, thinking thereby to punish the shepherd for all offenses.

The Brahmin reached a nearby village, where he stopped to spend the night. Hunger and fatigue quieted his anger somewhat. And the next day, friends and relatives came and persuaded the poor Brahmin to return home, promising to shame his quarrelsome wife and make her more obedient and meek.

Do you know, friends, what can come to mind when you read this tale? It seems like this: there are people in the world, big and small, who, although they are not deaf, and not better than the deaf: what you say to them, they do not listen; what you assure - they do not understand; come together - they will argue, not knowing what. They quarrel for no reason, take offense without resentment, while they themselves complain about people, fate, or attribute their misfortune to ridiculous omens - spilled salt, a broken mirror ... So, for example, one of my friends never listened to what the teacher told him in class, and sat on the bench as if deaf. What happened? He grew up a fool to be a fool: for whatever he takes, nothing he succeeds. Clever people regret him, cunning people deceive him, and he, you see, complains about fate, that as if he was born unhappy.

Do mercy, friends, do not be deaf! We are given ears to listen. One clever man noticed that we have two ears and one tongue and that, therefore, we need to listen more than speak.

Notes (edit)

village watchman. - Ed.

minister in an Indian temple. - Ed.

A fairy tale is a little miracle
It's boring to live without her
Even when we are adults
We will not be able to forget the tale. There are many different fairy tales on the planet,
There is kindness and beauty in them,
Children rejoice at wise fairy tales,
A dream always comes true in them!

Yes, many interesting fairy tales have been written. And even more unwritten fairy tales - good, kind, smart. On this page you will find fairy tales invented by little storytellers - children of preschool and primary school age. About whom? Of course, about animals. About what? About the most important things: friendship, kindness, mutual assistance.

The children of my older group (MK DOI Pavlovsky kindergarten No. 8, Voronezh region) wrote (with a little help from my and my parents) several fairy tales, which we combined into a collection "Autumn Tales of the Magic Forest".

And the children themselves invented fairy-tale characters and made illustrations for their fairy tales.

Autumn Tales of the Magic Forest

Saying or Let's get to know each other.

In one small Magic Forest lived - there was an old man - Lesovichok. He was very kind and wise. Lesovichok helped all forest dwellers. And there were a lot of them in the forest: tortoise Tortilla, hedgehog Thorn, snake Mrs. Catty, bear cub Medok, bunny Bouncy, owl Owl, bird Cutie, fox Cunning, swan Swan Lebedenok. And Lesovichok also made sure that people did not offend his forest: they did not litter, did not break trees, did not destroy bird nests, did not pick primroses, did not offend animals.

Berry jam

One day Medok Bear came to Lesovichku, sad, sad.

- What happened, Medoc? - asked the old man - Why are you so sad?

- We quarreled with the fox Sly. I picked up a whole basket of berries, and she ate it. And now we don't talk to her.

"What to do? How can friends be reconciled? " - thought Lesovichok. He thought for a long time, but could not think of anything. And then one day, when Lesovichok was putting things in order in the forest, he saw a whole clearing of forest berries. "Idea!" He thought. Lesovichok asked the chanterelle and teddy bear to help in picking berries. It took them a long time to collect them. There were so many berries that the friends both ate and gathered full baskets. And then everyone drank tea with berry jam together. And the rest of the inhabitants of the forest were invited to visit Lesovichk. So we made up!

Mrs. Catty found a friend.

Mrs. Catty, a long pink snake, lived in a cozy burrow under a snag. She wore a cute pink hat with a yellow flower and was very proud of it. Every morning Mrs. Catty crawled out of her burrow and basked in the sun. And she also loved to crawl over the fallen autumn leaves, because they rustled so merrily! Mrs. Catty was very kind, but no one knew about it. All forest dwellers were afraid of the snake and avoided its burrow. This upset Mrs. Catty, because she so wanted to have a real friend!

And then one day, when Katie, as usual, was basking in the sun alone, she suddenly heard that someone was crying pitifully. The snake quickly crawled to where the cry came from, and suddenly saw that the Khitra chanterelle had fallen into a deep hole. She could not get out and cried bitterly.

“Don't cry,” the snake shouted to the frightened fox, “Now I’ll get you out!” Mrs. Catty lowered her long tail into the hole. “Hold on tightly to my tail,” she shouted to the fox. Chanterelle Sly grabbed the snake by the tail, and it crawled. It was difficult for the snake because the chanterelle was very heavy. But Katie coped with this difficult task. Since then, Catty the snake and Sly the fox have become true friends. Now they happily rustled autumn leaves together and basked in the sun.

How the teddy bear became polite

In the thicket of the forest, the bear cub Medok lived in a den. He had a terrible sweet tooth! But more than anything, he loved honey. For this, the bear was nicknamed Medkom. Once, when the bear had run out of honey, he went to the wild bees that lived in a large hive in a tree. Medoc climbed a tree, looked into the hive, then thrust his paw into it and scooped up a handful of honey. The bees got angry with him, and let's bite the impudent thief! The bear started to run as fast as possible, but the bees were faster. They caught up with Medka and let's bite him, saying: "Don't take someone else's!" Medoc returned to the den empty-handed. The little bear thought and decided that it was necessary to go for honey when the bees were not at home. He waited for the bees to fly away to the clearing to collect nectar and climbed into the hive. The honey did not even suspect that there were guardian bees in the hive, who immediately rushed to the sweet tooth. The bear barely took off his legs.

Medoc sits on a stump and cries.

- Why are you crying? - asked Lesovichok, who was passing by.

- I wanted to take honey from the bees, but they do not give, but only bite. You know how much it hurts!

- Take? Without asking? Now it’s clear why the bees were angry with you. Next time you just ask them for honey, but you have to ask very politely. And don't forget the magic word please. The next day, Medoc went to the hive again. He was very afraid that the bees would bite him again, but mustering all his courage, he asked as politely as he could: "Dear bees, please give me a little of your delicious honey." And then a miracle happened: the bees did not attack the bear, but flew into the hive and flew out with a large deck of honey! "Pozhzhzhzhaluysta, help yourself!" - contented bees buzzed. Since then, the bear has never forgotten to say the magic word "please"!

Tea drinking

Once upon a time there was a Bunny Jumping in the forest. One day he thought: “I'm tired of eating this herb! I'll go and look for something tasty. It would be nice to find a sweet carrot! " The bunny smiled, remembering how she herself prepared a carrot salad for him in the morning and licked his lips. At the edge where the bunny lived, the carrot did not grow, and Jumping went in search of it in the thicket of the forest. There were such large trees that the sun's rays could hardly break through the branches. The jumper felt scared, he even wanted to cry already. And then he saw someone's den. The bear cub Medok came out of the den and asked the bunny:

- How are you, buddy? What are you doing so far from home?

“I'm looking for a carrot,” Jumping replied.

- What are you, buddy, carrots do not grow in the forest.

- It's a pity, but I really want something sweet.

- It doesn't matter, I have a whole deck of fragrant sweet honey. Come to visit me to drink tea with honey.

The bunny agreed with pleasure. And after the tea party, the teddy bear accompanied Jumping to the house, so that the bunny would not be afraid!

Spiky Protector.

Under a large stump in a mink lived a gray hedgehog Thorn. They called him that because he had terribly sharp needles. Just real thorns! Because of them, no one wanted to play with a hedgehog: everyone was afraid of injections.

One day an angry hungry wolf appeared in the Magic Forest. He saw the Bunny Bunny and began to sneak up on him carefully. This was noticed by a hedgehog who was sitting on a tree stump and was sad. The hedgehog immediately curled up into a ball and rolled right under the wolf's feet. The wolf yelped in pain and jumped to the side. The hedgehog followed the wolf. He stabbed the wolf with his sharp needles over and over again until it escaped from their Magic Forest.

It's good that you have such sharp needles, - said the Bunny Jump, who came up to thank the hedgehog - If it were not for you and your thorns, the wolf would have eaten me.

All forest dwellers were glad that the hedgehog saved Jump. And Lesovichok asked the hedgehog to become the protector of forest dwellers and protect everyone from the evil wolf. And, the wolf, remembering the sharp needles of the hedgehog, never appeared in the Magic Forest again.

Owl

Owl Owl lived in the Magic Forest. She was very young, so she was not very wise. One day, she woke up and saw that wild ducks were preparing to fly away somewhere.

The little owl was very surprised.

- Where are they going to fly? - asked the Owl from Lesovich.

“It's time for wild ducks to fly to warm lands,” Lesovichok answered her. “It's warm there and plenty of food for them.

- Wow! I must fly there too, since it is so good there!

The owl asked the ducks to take her to her flock. The ducks agreed. The next morning, the ducks waited a long time for the owl, but it never showed up. Without waiting for the Owl, they flew away without her. It turns out that the Owl slept. After all, owls are nocturnal birds: they wake up at night, and in the morning they go to bed and sleep until the evening. So the Owl remained to spend the winter in the Magic Forest! But, she felt good here too!

Turtle Tortila and her friends.

The tortoise Tortila lived on the shore of a forest pond. Every day she slowly crawled along the shore, and when she was frightened or wanted to sleep, she pulled her little head and legs into the shell. The turtle's life was boring and monotonous. She had no friends and felt very lonely. Once, early in the morning, a turtle, warming itself under the rays of the sun, lay on the shore and a ringing song was heard from far away:
The sun has risen, weighed!
Morning has come, it is!
The bunny woke up, weighed!
He smiled at everyone, behold!

Soon a gray bunny Jumping ran up to the turtle and greeted her with the words:
-Good morning!
-Kind! she answered him.
- What a funny song you have!
- Do you want us to sing it together?
And they sang loudly:

The sun has risen, weighed!
Morning has come, it is!

They smiled at everyone, we were!

The hedgehog Thorn, collecting mushrooms, heard a cheerful song and hurried to the forest pond.
- Hello, greeted Thorny Tortilla and Bouncy Jumpers.
- What a funny song you have! Can I sing it with you?
- Of course! The three of us will be more fun!
And they sang together:

The sun has risen, weighed!
Morning has come, it is!
We have already woken up, we are in power!
They smiled at everyone, we were!

On their merry song the swan Lebedenok swam to the shore.
- What a friendly company and a funny song you have! he said.
“Let's all sing together,” Jumping suggested.
Suddenly, everyone heard that someone was crying under the bush.
Everyone hurried there and saw a little bird Cutie.
- Why are you crying so bitterly? - Tortila asked her.
- I had trouble, she replied. The wind rose and I accidentally fell out of the nest. I still don’t know how to fly, but I don’t know how to get back. - Sit on my wing, and I will deliver you to your nest. The cutie did just that. The swan took off and delivered the chick to the place. Cutie Lebedenka thanked and waved her wing. And all the friends sang their favorite song:

The sun has risen, weighed!
Morning has come, it is!
We have already woken up, we are in power!
They smiled at everyone, we were!
We will be friends together
Happiness, joy, kindness to give!

The turtle was very glad that she had so many wonderful friends. The time spent with them was the most wonderful for her.

I could not resist and I composed a fairy tale about the bird Cutie. True, the idea of ​​the plot was suggested to me by the children.

Sore throat

In the Enchanted Forest, there was an old big - big tree. On one of the branches of this tree there was a small nest made of feathers and blades of grass. The bird Cutie lived in this nest. Cutie woke up early: earlier than all the forest dwellers and began to sing her merry song. Every morning Cutie flew over the Magic Forest and sang so loudly and joyfully that all the forest dwellers were in a good mood. From the songs of this little bird everyone felt good and joyful in their souls, from this everyone became kinder.

Once, one gloomy autumn morning, forest dwellers woke up and could not understand anything - why are they so sad and melancholy? The drizzle that started to drizzle only spoiled everyone's mood even more. The forest dwellers crawled out of their dens and holes, gloomy and unfriendly from under the snags and stones. "What's happened? Why are I and my friends in such a bad mood today? " - thought Lesovichok. He began to look closely, listen, and then he understood everything: today Cutie's song was not heard. What could have happened to her? To find out, Lesovichok went to an old big tree where a little songstress lived.

"Cutie!" - called the bird Lesovichok. The bird dozing in the nest flew up to him. She sat down on Levovichka's shoulder and in a quiet hoarse voice told what happened to her and why she did not sing that morning.

The cutie woke up earlier than usual and was about to sing, when she suddenly saw a spring. The water in it was so clear and fresh! And how beautifully the water droplets glittered, shimmering in different colors in the sun's rays. The cutie immediately wanted to drink this pure water. She flew up to the spring and began to drink in small sips. The water in the spring was very cold, just icy. The cutie understood that cold water should not be drunk, but the water was very tasty. She drank and drank. "Well, now, I got drunk, now it's time to sing my morning song, to which the Magic Forest and all its inhabitants wake up!" The little songstress opened her beak to sing loudly and tenderly, but instead a rough, hoarse cry came from her neck. And then Cutie felt how badly her throat hurt!

Now she could not sing.

"What to do? How to help Cutie? " - thought Lesovichok. A woodpecker lived on a large pine tree, and Lesovichok went to him.

- Dear woodpecker, they call you the forest doctor. Maybe you can heal the throat of our Cutie?

- No, I only fly trees: I rid them of insects and larvae. And you can cure Cutie yourself. Everything you need for this is in your forest. Ask the wild bees for honey. It will relieve sore throat. Raspberries grow near the lake. She will lower the temperature. And at the edge of the forest a rosehip has already ripened. He will help the patient to get stronger and gain strength.

The lesovichok thanked the woodpecker and went to the clearing, where the forest dwellers had already gathered. Lesovichok told his friends everything and they decided to help: the bear cub went to the wild bees to ask for some honey, the chanterelle picked raspberries, the hare with a hedgehog picked a whole basket of wild rose, from which Lesovichok cooked a healing broth, the swan Lebedenok gave some feathers to warm the turtle Milashka, and Tortila volunteered to take it all to Cutie. But everyone politely refused her offer: after all, everyone knows how slowly the turtle moves, and Cutie had to be helped urgently! The lesovichok took it all himself and soon Cutie recovered. She could sing again. And her songs were even better and louder, because she sang for friends who did not leave her in trouble.

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