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“Alenushka’s Tales” were written by Mamin-Sibiryak for his daughter Alyonushka, Elena Dmitrievna Mamina. Hence the special character of the book “Alyonushka’s Tales” - full of immeasurable fatherly love, but not blind love. Mamin-Sibiryak's audio tales are educational in nature. The child must learn to be careful and overcome selfish tendencies. Fairy tales were published in magazines " Children's reading", "Sprouts" in 1894 - 1896. They were published as a separate edition in 1896 and have been reprinted many times since then. “This is my favorite book,” Mamin-Sibiryak admitted in a letter to his mother, “it was written by love itself, and therefore it will survive everything rest".
The audio book "Alenushkin's Tales" is compiled from complete audio texts, a summary of all the fairy tales of the Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak, taken from the 7th volume of "Fairy Tales of the Peoples of the World" - "Tales of Russian Writers", 1989 edition: audio fairy tale "Pricazka", audio "Tale about a brave hare - long ears, slanting eyes, short tail", audio "Tale about Kozyavochka", audio "Tale about Komar Komarovich - long nose and about shaggy Misha - short tail", audio tale "Vanka's name day", audio "The Tale of Sparrow Vorobeich, Ruff Ershovich and the cheerful chimney sweep Yasha", audio "The Tale of How the Last Fly Lived", audio "Smarter than Everyone", audio "The Parable of Milk, Oatmeal Porridge and the Gray Cat Murka", audio " It's time to sleep". These audio fairy tales by D. N. Mamin-Sibiryak are suitable for listening online to the youngest children, children from 0. These are the most best audio bedtime stories for children to listen to. The audio collection "Alyonushka's Tales" also includes: a beautiful sad audio fairy tale-story "The Gray Neck" and a magical audio "The Tale of King Pea and his beautiful daughters Princess Kutafya and Princess Pea" with a complex adventurous plot and folk jokes.
The audiobook "Alyonushka's Tales" can be listened to online or downloaded to the audio library for children from 6 years old, and "The Gray Neck" - for children from 3 years old.

The audio book of the Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak "Alenushkin's Tales" provides a biography of the author, summary all included audio fairy tales, namely: audio fairy tale "The Gray Neck", audio "The Tale of the Glorious King Pea...", audio "Alenushka's Tales" ("Fairy Tale", "The Tale of the Brave Hare...", "The Tale of Kozyavochka",...

A wonderful sad audio fairy tale-story "The Gray Neck". The Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak repeatedly corrected its text. First published under the title "Serushka" in the magazine "Children's Reading" in 1893. Later, the writer changed the title and added a chapter that talks about the salvation of Gray Neck. The dark ending isn't...

Audio fairy tale by Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak "The Tale of the Glorious King Pea and his beautiful daughters Princess Kutafya and Princess Pea." The audio fairy tale begins with an intricate saying: “Soon the fairy tale is told, but not soon the deed is done. Fairy tales are told to old people and old women for consolation, to young people for instruction, but...

Audio "The Tale of the Glorious King Pea and His Beautiful Daughters Princess Kutafya and Princess Pea" by Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak. Chapters 3, 4 and 5. “Every day the glorious Tsar Pea became worse and worse, and the people kept looking for who spoiled him...” This is how the author describes the transformation of the cheerful Tsar Pea into a despot. "...glorious...

Audio fairy tale by Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak "The Tale of the Glorious King Pea and his beautiful daughters Princess Kutafya and Princess Pea." Chapter 6, 7 and 8. The people in the kingdom of Peas protested against his tyranny, war and famine. Princess Pea turned into a fly and flew into the dungeon, where the princess’s sister was sitting in the tower...

Audio fairy tale by Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak "The Tale of the Glorious King Pea and his beautiful daughters Princess Kutafya and Princess Pea." Chapter 9, 10, 11. Princess Pea arranged the wedding of King Kosar and Princess Kutafya. She, in the form of a lame, pockmarked and hunchbacked Sandal, brought the hungry and tired King Pea...

Audio fairy tale by Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak "The Tale of the Glorious Tsar Gorokh and his daughters Kutafya and Goroshinka." Chapters 12 and 13. Queen Lukovna, in order not to anger her husband and ashamed of the guests, hid Pea in her room. Little Sandal, aka the enchanted princess Pea, looked at the fun from the window and cried. And also...

Audio fairy tale by Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak "The Tale of the Glorious King Pea and his daughters Princess Kutafya and Princess Pea." Chapters 14 and 15. “Sandalfoot was absolutely delighted when they made her a goose farmer. True, they fed her poorly - they sent only scraps from the royal table to the backyard, but with early morning she stole...

Audio book "Alenushka's Tales" by the Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak - audio fairy tales for the youngest children, audio bedtime stories. "Alenushka's Tales" were published in the magazines "Children's Reading" and "Vskhody" in 1894 - 1896. A separate edition of "Alenushkin's Tales" was published in 1896 and has since been reprinted many times. "That's mine...

In the audio fairy tale about the brave Hare, the Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak, with laconic touches accessible to children, presents an important, turning point in the life of the “brave Hare”. "...The bunny was afraid for a day, afraid for two, afraid for a week, afraid for a year; and then he grew up big, and suddenly he got tired of being afraid. “I’m not afraid of anyone!” -...

Audio fairy tale by Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak "The Tale of Kozyavochka". After listening to this audio tale, we will learn about most of the life of a small insect from spring to autumn. The little booger flies from the grass to the flower, feeding on the “sweet juice” of the flower, hiding under the leaves of the grass from the wind, rain and from enemies. With a bumblebee and a worm she has...

Audio fairy tale by Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak “The fairy tale about Komar Komarovich - a long nose and about shaggy Misha - a short tail” - a typical fairy tale about animals. A fairy tale about that. how mosquitoes defended their original swamp from a bear, who decided to sleep in the coolness of their swamp in the heat. The indignant Komar Komarovich resolutely attacked...

Audio fairy tale by the Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak “Vanka’s Name Day” about a scandal with a fight that grew out of nothing. At first, many guests gathered for Vanka’s name day. music played, everyone danced, rejoiced, feasted, behaved decorously and decently. Suddenly the Katya doll whispered to the Anya doll: “What do you think, Anya, who is the most beautiful here?” IN...

Audio fairy tale by the Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak “The Tale of Sparrow Vorobeich, Ersh Ershovich and the cheerful chimney sweep Yasha” - about two friends Sparrow Vorobeich and Ersh Ershovich. How equally difficult it was for them to live in the winter cold, how similar their enemies were, the hawk and the pike. One day, friends quarreled over a worm. Sandpiper snipe...

Audio fairy tale by Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak "The Tale of How the Last Fly Lived" - about a cheerful young fly, about good people, which "...everywhere brought various pleasures to the flies." Alyonushka left “...for the flies a few drops of spilled milk, and most importantly - crumbs of bread and sugar... Cook Pasha...

Audio fairy tale by the Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak “Smarter than All” about a arrogant turkey who considered himself the smartest and wanted everyone in the poultry yard to think so. “Out of pride, the turkey never rushed to feed with others... The turkey was such a modest and kind bird and was constantly upset that the turkey was always with...

The household audio fairy tale by the Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak “The Parable of Milk and Oatmeal Porridge” is an amazingly kind and affectionate fairy tale that immediately makes both milk and any porridge very tasty. "...The most amazing thing was that this was repeated every day. Yes, how they put a pot of milk and an earthenware saucepan with... on the stove in the kitchen...

Audio fairy tale-lullaby of the Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak “The Saying” at the beginning of “Alenushkin’s Tales” and “It’s Time to Sleep” at the end of this cycle. “Alyonushka’s Tales” were written by Mamin-Sibiryak for his daughter Alyonushka, Elena Dmitrievna Mamina. "...One of Alyonushka's eyes falls asleep, Alyonushka's other ear falls asleep..." Further in...

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Fraternal Pedagogical College

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subject: Children's literature with workshop on expressive reading

on the topic: D.N. Mamin-Sibiryak"Alenushka's Tales"

Performed:

Sapozhnikova Valeria Aleksandrovna

Tulun 2016

Introduction

1. History of the collection

3. Features of the language

Conclusion

Bibliography

Introduction

Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak has said more than once that “a child is the best reader.” He wrote stories and fairy tales for children: “Emelya the Hunter”, “Winter Quarters on Studenoy”, “Grey Neck”, “Spit”, “The Rich Man and Eremka”. Mamin-Sibiryak had his own, thoughtful attitude towards children's literature. He believed that books for children shape the mind and educate the feelings of a child. Seeing the future of humanity in children, the writer put forward deep social problems in his works addressed to them and revealed the truth of life in artistic images. About “Alenushka’s Tales,” which the writer invented for his little daughter, he said: “This is my favorite book - love itself wrote it, and therefore it will outlive everything else.”

Mamin-Sibiryak took children's literature very seriously. He called a children's book a “living thread” that takes the child out of the nursery and connects him with the wider world of life. Addressing writers, his contemporaries, Dmitry Narkisovich urged them to truthfully tell children about the life and work of the people. He often said that only an honest and sincere book is beneficial: “A children’s book is a spring Sunbeam, which makes the dormant forces of the child’s soul awaken and causes the seeds thrown on this fertile soil to grow.”[Mamin-Sibiryak D.N. « picture book p.2]

1. History of the collection

Dmitry Mamin was born on November 6, 1852 in the Visimo-Shaltansky factory village, forty kilometers from Nizhny Tagil, in the family of a priest of the factory church. The family was cultured. The book was not a whim or amusement in her, but a necessity. The names of Karamzin and Krylov, Aksakov, Pushkin and Gogol, Koltsov and Nekrasov, Turgenev and Goncharov were near and dear to both children and adults here. And everyone loved the nature of the Urals. She poured into the soul from childhood and throughout her life warmed, inspired, and helped not to lose her attachment to her native land, to the Fatherland.

Years have passed. Mamin - Siberian became a writer. He created dozens of novels and stories, hundreds of stories. He lovingly depicted in them the simple people and the beauty of the Ural nature.

In 1890 he divorced his first wife, and in 1891 he married the artist Maria Abramova and moved to St. Petersburg. A year later, Abramova died during childbirth, leaving... her daughter Alyonushka (Elena) in the arms of her father, shocked by this death.

Elena-Alyonushka was born a sick child. The doctors said "I'm not going to live." But the father, the father’s friends, the nanny-teacher - “Aunt Olya” pulled Alyonushka out of the “other world”. While Alyonushka was little, her father sat by her crib for days and hours. No wonder they called her “father’s daughter.”

When the girl began to understand, her father began to tell her fairy tales, first those he knew, then he began to compose his own fairy tales, began to write them down, and collect them.

These tales were created sporadically from 1894 to 1897 and were not originally intended for publication - they were written for a seriously ill daughter, who sometimes had difficulty falling asleep at night. Subsequently, one of my friends came up with the idea of publishing them.

“Alyonushka’s Tales” were conceived as pedagogical commandments for a child who needs to be persistent, independent and self-valued in life.

Fairy tales were published in the magazines “Children's Reading” and “Vskhody” in 1894-1896. A separate edition of “Alenushka’s Tales” was published in 1897 and was reprinted several times after that. Even now, his “Alenushka’s Tales” are published annually and translated into other languages. Much has been written about them; they are associated with folklore traditions and the writer’s ability to present moral lessons in an entertaining way.

2. Gallery fairy tale images animal world

The heroes of Mamin-Sibiryak are the same as the heroes of many folk tales: shaggy clumsy bear, hungry wolf, cowardly hare, cunning sparrow. They think and talk to each other like people. But at the same time, these are real animals. The bear is depicted as clumsy and stupid, the wolf as angry, the sparrow as a mischievous, agile bully.

Names and nicknames help to introduce them better.

Here Komarishche - a long nose - is a big, old mosquito, but Komarishko - a long nose - is a small, still inexperienced mosquito.

Objects also come to life in his fairy tales. The toys celebrate the holiday and even start a fight. Plants talk. In the fairy tale “Time to Bed,” pampered garden flowers are proud of their beauty. They look like rich people in expensive dresses. But the writer prefers modest wildflowers. Mamin-Sibiryak sympathizes with some of his heroes, and laughs at others. He writes with respect about the working person, condemns the slacker and the lazy.

The writer also did not tolerate those who are arrogant, who think that everything was created only for them. The fairy tale “How the Last Fly Lived” tells about one stupid fly who is convinced that the windows in houses are made so that she can fly into and out of rooms, that they only set the table and take out jam from the cupboard. in order to treat her that the sun shines for her alone. Well, of course, only a stupid, funny fly can think that way!

What do the lives of fish and birds have in common? And the writer answers this question with the fairy tale “About Sparrow Vorobeich, Ruff Ershovich and the cheerful chimney sweep Yasha.” Although Ruff lives in the water, and Sparrow flies through the air, fish and birds equally need food, chase after tasty morsels, suffer from cold in winter, and in summer they have a lot of troubles...

Great power act together, together. How powerful the bear is, but mosquitoes, if they unite, can defeat the bear (“The Tale about Komar Komarovich - a long nose and about shaggy Misha - a short tail”).

3. Features of the language

At the center of “Alyonushka’s Tales” are animals, fish, insects, dolls, but humans almost never appear in them. Mamin-Sibiryak’s skills were manifested in solving the most difficult task - in an extremely laconic form to give children an idea of the laws of human existence. It is no coincidence that the language of “Alenushka’s Tales” was called “Mother’s Syllable” by his contemporaries.

"Alyonushka's Tales" by Mamin-Sibiryak -- classic sample how to write for children. The entire system of artistic images, composition, style, language are related to the educational and educational goals that the author set by telling fairy tales to his daughter, and then writing them down for wide range readers.

Artistic techniques fairy tales correspond to the peculiarities of perception of young children. At the heart of every fairy tale is real life, real heroes. All of them are close and familiar to the child - a hare, a cat, a crow, ordinary fish, insects, attractive people (the cheerful chimney sweep Yasha, the girl Alyonushka), things and toys (shoe, spoon, Vanka-Vstanka, dolls). But fairy tales would not be truly children's tales if these ordinary heroes did not perform extraordinary actions, if interesting incidents did not happen to them. Children like the skillful combination of reality and fantasy in Alyonushka's Tales. The doll and toys in the fairy tale “Vanka’s Name Day” look completely ordinary: Anya’s doll had a slightly damaged nose, Katya was missing one arm, the “well-used Clown” hobbled on one leg, Alenushkin’s Shoe had a hole in his toe. But all these objects familiar to the child are transformed: they begin to move, talk, fight, make peace. The child perceives them as living beings. As in a folk tale, a talking animal or thing does not lose its real, familiar features. For example, Sparrow is pugnacious and perky. The cat loves milk, and Broomstick even at the feast says: “It’s okay, I’ll stand in the corner.”

The dedication of the fairy tales to little Alyonushka defined lyricism, sincerity and lullaby intonation: “Bai-bai-bai... one of Alyonushka’s eyes is sleeping, the other is watching; One ear of Alyonushka is sleeping, the other is listening. Sleep, Alyonushka, sleep, beauty, and dad will tell fairy tales.” The style of this saying by Mamin-Sibiryak is close to folk ones. The writer carefully worked on fairy tales, using the richness of Russian folk speech, polishing his style in them, which his contemporaries aptly called “Mother’s syllable.”

The language of Mamin-Sibiryak’s children’s works is fresh and colorful, full of proverbs and sayings, witty and apt sayings. Thus, the arrogance and arrogance of the Turkey in the fairy tale “Smarter than Everyone” is emphasized in his dialogue with the inhabitants of the poultry yard. When the Turkey demands to be recognized as the smartest, they answer him: “Who doesn’t know that you are the smartest bird!..” So they say: “Smart as a turkey.” The irony of this characteristic is clear to preschoolers.

4. Educational value of fairy tales

Indeed, “Alyonushka’s Tales” are an excellent example of high art for children. They are imbued with humanism and saturated with noble social and moral ideas.

They are instructive, but their morality is smart, expressed not declaratively, but embodied in a system of artistic images, simple and accessible to children.

Each fairy tale is a unique lesson, devoid of primitive clarity, a model of behavior weak creature V big world. At first it seems to the newly born Kozyavochka that the world is beautiful and belongs to her alone, but, alas, the very first meetings leave her in amazement - everything already belongs to someone, and the little boogers are threatened with trouble from all sides. Look for your place in life. Don’t be defenseless and dependent, like the yellow bird Canary, but try not to be petty, like Voronushka. Remember that even small mosquitoes are capable of defeating a bear, know that courage “takes the city,” but don’t get too carried away with victory. Don't judge by the laws of the "poultry yard". Keep in mind that while two people are quarreling, the third one will definitely benefit from it. And most importantly, you must be able to love life.

The fairy tale “Vanka’s Name Day” exposes acquisitiveness, self-praise, pugnacity, and love of gossip. The author depicts all this in such a way that the morality turns out to be close and understandable to small children. The fairy tale includes dolls, toys, and household items.

In many of Mamin-Sibiryak’s fairy tales, along with stupid, greedy and pugnacious characters, there are simple and intelligent heroes. In the fairy tale “Vanka’s Name Day,” the holey Alenushkin Shoe and the toy Bunny behave most modestly. But they are the ones who are blamed by the pugnacious toys for starting the quarrel. The child reader will undoubtedly be on the side of the unjustly offended Bunny and Shoe; he will understand a lot about the relationships between people, and will think about injustice. True, the author, taking into account the limited social experience of children, does not give his images the sharpness that is inherent in works for adults.

In the fairy tales of Mamin-Sibiryak, cruel laws of social discord and rivalry often operate in the conventional world of animals, only outwardly expressed in the forms of the natural struggle for existence. The fairy-tale analogy between the lives of people and animals does not at all replace social phenomena with biological ones. Rather, on the contrary: the social is transferred to the animal world, which is why fairy tales awakened very important political associations and feelings in the minds of the young reader. Mamin-Sibiryak's tales are imbued with the idea of humanity and awaken sympathy for the weak and oppressed.

The writer’s images are vital, connected with the ideas that the child already has. They are typical. These are living individuals.

Humor is also associated with the character of the heroes in other tales of Mamin-Sibiryak. The reader becomes funny when Komar Komarovich and his mosquito army drive a huge Bear out of the swamp. AND funny situation helps to understand one of the thoughts put into this fairy tale by the author, the idea of the victory of the weak when they unite.

Mamin-Sibiryak's tales are dynamic. Each character is given in action. For example, Sparrow Vorobeich reveals his mischief and thievery in his relationships with birds, fish and the chimney sweep Yasha. Murka the cat cannot hide his trickery under hypocritical speech - his deeds expose him. mother's tale - Siberian educational

Dolls and toys in the fairy tale “Vanka’s Name Day” are shown in motion. They talk, have fun, feast, quarrel, fight, make peace. These lively pictures will not only make the reader smile.

In the fairy tale “Smarter than Everyone,” arrogance, stupidity, and arrogance are ridiculed. The turkey, who considered himself an aristocrat among the inhabitants of the poultry yard, demands universal recognition that he is the smartest bird.

A distinctive feature of “Alenushka’s Tales” is their lyricism and sincerity. The author tenderly paints the image of his listener and reader - little Alyonushka. Flowers, insects, and birds treat her lovingly. And she herself says: “Dad, I love everyone.”

“Alyonushka’s Tales” are an excellent example of creativity for little ones; they have become firmly established in reading for more than one generation of children.

Conclusion

Mamin-Sibiryak began writing fairy tales when he was already an adult. Many novels and stories were written before them. A talented, warm-hearted writer, Mamin-Sibiryak enlivened the pages of children's books, penetrating young hearts with his kind words. You need to read Mamin-Sibiryak’s tales of Alyonushka especially thoughtfully, where the author easily and informatively laid down the deep meaning, the strength of his Ural character and the nobility of thought.

People begin to read Mamin-Sibiryak in kindergarten or junior school. Alyonushka's collection of Mamin-Sibiryak's tales is the most famous of them. These small tales from several chapters they speak to us through the mouths of animals and birds, plants, fish, insects and even toys. The nicknames of the main characters touch adults and amuse children: Komar Komarovich - long nose, Ersh Ershovich, Brave Bunny- long ears and others. Mamin-Sibiryak wrote “Alenushkin’s Tales” not only for entertainment; the author skillfully combined useful information with exciting adventures.

Bibliography

1. Mamin-Sibiryak D.N. Alyonushka's fairy tales. - M.: Children's literature, 2014. Art. 2 (272 Art.)

2. Mamin-Sibiryak D.N.. Book with pictures - M.: Pravda, 1958 p.2

3. Mamin-Sibiryak D.N. Stories and fairy tales. - M.: Children's literature, 1985.

4. Russian children's literature / Ed. F.I. Setina. - M.: Education, 1972.

5. Russian children's literature / Ed. F.I. Setina. - M.: Education, 1972.

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D. Mamin-Sibiryak “Alyonushka’s Tales”

Fairy tales from this collection are available to children starting from kindergarten or primary school age. His fairy tales themselves speak to children through the lips of animals and birds, plants, fish, insects and even toys. They help to instill in children hard work, modesty, the ability to make friends, and a sense of humor. The nicknames of the main characters alone are worth it: Komar Komarovich - long nose, Ruff Ershovich, Brave Hare - long ears...
The collection “Alyonushka’s Tales” includes 11 fairy tales:

1. "Saying"
2. “The Tale of the Brave Hare – Long Ears, Slanting Eyes, Short Tail”
3. “The Tale about Kozyavochka”
4. “The tale about Komar Komarovich - a long nose and about shaggy Misha - a short tail”
5. “Vanka’s name day”
6. “The Tale of Sparrow Vorobeich, Ruff Ershovich and the cheerful chimney sweep Yasha”
7. “The Tale of How the Last Fly Lived”
8. “The Tale of Voronushka – the black little head and the yellow bird Canary”
9. “Smarter than everyone else”
10. “The Parable of Milk, Oatmeal Porridge and Gray Cat Murka”
11. “Time for bed”

D. Mamin-Sibiryak “The Tale of the Brave Hare - long ears, slanting eyes, short tail”

This is a very good fairy tale, like all the others.
Everyone has small weaknesses, but what matters is how others treat them.
Let's read the beginning of the fairy tale.
“A bunny was born in the forest and was afraid of everything. A twig will crack somewhere, a bird will fly up, a lump of snow will fall from a tree - the bunny is in hot water.
The bunny was afraid for a day, afraid for two, afraid for a week, afraid for a year; and then he grew up big, and suddenly he got tired of being afraid.
- I'm not afraid of anyone! - he shouted to the whole forest. “I’m not afraid at all, that’s all!”
The old hares gathered, the little bunnies came running, the old female hares tagged along - everyone listened to how the Hare boasted - long ears, slanting eyes, a short tail - they listened and did not believe their own ears. There has never been a time when the hare was not afraid of anyone.
- Hey, slanting eye, aren’t you afraid of the wolf?
“I’m not afraid of the wolf, or the fox, or the bear—I’m not afraid of anyone!”
See how other animals in the forest react to this statement. They did not laugh at the hare or criticize him, although everyone understood that these words were spoken by the hare rashly and thoughtlessly. But good animals They supported him in this impulse, everyone had fun. We read further: “This turned out to be quite funny. The young hares giggled, covering their faces with their front paws, the kind old hare women laughed, even the old hares, who had been in the paws of a fox and tasted wolf teeth, smiled. A very funny hare!.. Oh, how funny! And everyone suddenly felt happy. They started tumbling, jumping, jumping, racing each other, as if everyone had gone crazy.”
According to the laws fairy tale plot a wolf was supposed to appear here at that moment. He appeared. And he decided that now he would eat the hare.
The hare, seeing the wolf, jumped in fear and fell straight on the wolf, “rolled head over heels on the wolf’s back, turned over again in the air and then gave such a screeching sound that it seemed like he was ready to jump out of his own skin.” And the wolf, out of fear, also ran, but in the other direction: “when the Hare fell on him, it seemed to him that someone had shot at him.”
As a result, the animals found a hare under a bush, almost alive from fear, but they saw the situation completely differently:
- Well done, oblique! - all the hares shouted in one voice. - Oh, yes, a scythe!.. You cleverly scared the old Wolf. Thank you brother! And we thought you were bragging.
The brave Hare immediately perked up. He crawled out of his hole, shook himself, narrowed his eyes and said:
- What would you think! Oh you cowards...
From that day on, the brave Hare began to believe that he was really not afraid of anyone.

D. Mamin-Sibiryak “The Tale of Sparrow Vorobeich, Ruff Ershovich and the cheerful chimney sweep Yasha”

Vorobey Vorobeich and Ersh Ershovich lived in great friendship. Each time they met, they invited each other to visit, but it turned out that neither of them could live in the circumstances of the other. Sparrow Vorobeich said:
- Thank you brother! I would love to come visit you, but I’m afraid of water. It’s better if you come and visit me on the roof...
And Yorsh Ershovich responded to his friend’s invitation:
- No, I can’t fly, and I’m suffocating on the air. It’s better to swim on the water together. I'll show you everything...
And so they were good friends, loved to talk, despite the fact that they were completely different. But their troubles and joys were similar. “For example, winter: how cold poor Sparrow Vorobeich is! Wow, what cold days there were! It seems that my whole soul is ready to freeze out. Sparrow Vorobeich gets ruffled, tucks his legs under him and sits. The only salvation is to climb into a pipe somewhere.” “Ruff Ershovich also had a hard time in the winters. He climbed somewhere deeper into the pool and dozed there for whole days. It’s dark and cold, and you don’t want to move.”
Sparrow Vorobeich had a friend - chimney sweep Yasha. “Such a cheerful chimney sweep - he sings all the songs. He cleans the pipes and hums. Moreover, he will sit down on the very ridge to rest, take out some bread and eat it, and I pick up the crumbs. We live soul to soul. “I also like to have fun,” Vorobey Vorobeich told his friend.

Illustration by Yu. Vasnetsov

But there was a quarrel between the friends. One summer, a chimney sweep finished his work and went to the river to wash off the soot. There he heard a strong scream and hubbub, the angry Vorobey Vorobeich shouted loud accusations at his friend, and he himself was all disheveled, angry... It turns out that Vorobey Vorobeich got a worm and carried it home, and Ersh Ershovich took possession of this worm by deception, shouting: "Hawk!". Sparrow Vorobeich released the worm. And Yorsh Ershovich ate it. So there was a fuss about this. In the end, it turned out that Vorobey Vorobeich had acquired the worm by dishonest means, and besides, he had stolen a piece of bread from the chimney sweep. All the birds, big and small, rushed after the thief. Further, the events of the fairy tale unfolded like this: “There was a real dump. Everyone just tears it up, only the crumbs fly into the river; and then the edge also flew into the river. At this point the fish grabbed onto it. A real fight began between the fish and the birds. They tore the whole edge into crumbs and ate all the crumbs. As it is, there is nothing left of the edge. When the edge was eaten, everyone came to their senses and everyone felt ashamed. They chased the thief Sparrow and ate the stolen piece along the way.”
And Alyonushka, having learned about this story, concluded:
Oh, how stupid they all are, both the fish and the birds! And I would share everything - both the worm and the crumb, and no one would quarrel. Recently I divided four apples... Dad brings four apples and says: “Divide in half - for me and Lisa.” I divided it into three parts: I gave one apple to dad, the other to Lisa, and took two for myself.”
The fairy tales of Mamin-Sibiryak emanate warmth and childhood. I want to read them aloud and see the happy and kind faces of the children.
In addition to the cycle “Alyonushka’s Tales,” the writer has other fairy tales:

1. "Gray Neck"
2. “Forest Tale”
3. “The Tale of the Glorious King Pea”
4. "Stubborn goat"

D. Mamin-Sibiryak “Gray Neck”

“The Gray Neck” is not only the writer’s most famous fairy tale, but also generally the most famous work in children’s literature. She

attracts with its touchingness, evokes a desire to protect the weak and helpless, to help those in need in need. The natural world in this tale is depicted in unity and harmony with the human world.
... Migratory birds were getting ready to travel. Only in the family of Duck and Drake there was no joyful pre-flight bustle - they had to come to terms with the thought that their Gray Neck would not fly south with them, she would have to spend the winter here alone. Back in the spring, her wing was damaged: a Fox crept up to the brood and grabbed the duckling. The Old Duck boldly rushed at the enemy and fought off the duckling; but one wing turned out to be broken.
The Duck was very sad that Gray Neck would have a hard time being alone, she even wanted to stay with her, but Drake reminded her that, besides Gray Neck, they had other children to take care of.
And so the birds flew away. Mother taught Gray Neck:
- You stay near that bank where the spring runs into the river. The water there won't freeze all winter...
Soon Gray Neck met the Hare, who also considered the Fox his enemy and was as defenseless as Gray Neck, and saved his life by constant flight.
Meanwhile, the hole in which the duck was swimming was getting smaller and smaller due to the advancing ice. “Seraya Neck was in despair because only the very middle of the river, where a wide ice hole had formed, did not freeze. There was no more than fifteen fathoms of free space left to swim. Gray Neck’s grief reached its final pitch when the Fox appeared on the shore - it was the same Fox who broke her wing.”

The fox began to hunt for the duck and lure it to itself.
The old hunter saved Gray Neck. He went out hunting for a hare or a fox for his old woman's fur coat. “The old man took the Gray Neck from the wormwood and put it in his bosom. “I won’t tell the old woman anything,” he thought as he headed home. “Let her fur coat and collar take a walk in the forest together.” The main thing is that the granddaughters will be so happy.”
And how happy little readers are when they learn about the salvation of Gray Neck!

Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak(real name Mamin; 1852-1912) - Russian prose writer and playwright.

He entered the literature with a series of travel essays “From the Urals to Moscow” (1881-1882), published in the Moscow newspaper “Russian Vedomosti”. Then his essays “In the Stones” and short stories (“At the Border of Asia”, “In Thin Souls” and others) were published in the magazine “Delo”. Many were signed under the pseudonym “D. Siberian".

The writer’s first major work was the novel “Privalov’s Millions” (1883), which was published for a year in the magazine “Delo” and was a great success. In 1884, the novel “Mountain Nest” appeared in the magazine “Otechestvennye zapiski,” which established Mamin-Sibiryak’s reputation as an outstanding realist writer.

Long trips to the capital (1881-1882, 1885-1886) strengthened literary connections Mom's Sibryak. He met V. G. Korolenko, N. N. Zlatovratsky, V. A. Goltsev and other writers. During these years I wrote and published a lot short stories and essays.

The writer's last major works were the novels “Characters from the Life of Pepko” (1894), “Shooting Stars” (1899) and the story “Mumma” (1907).

In his novels and stories, the writer depicted the life of the Urals and Siberia in the post-reform years, the capitalization of Russia and the associated breakdown of social consciousness, legal norms and morality.

Alyonushka's tales

Saying
A fairy tale about a brave Hare - long ears, slanting eyes, short tail
Tale about Kozyavochka
A fairy tale about Komar Komarovich - a long nose and about furry Misha - a short tail
Vanka's name day
A fairy tale about Sparrow Vorobeich, Ruff Ershovich and the cheerful chimney sweep Yasha
The Tale of How the Last Fly Lived
A fairy tale about Voronushka - a black little head and a yellow bird, Canary
Smarter than everyone else. Fairy tale
The parable of Milk, Oatmeal Porridge and the gray cat Murka
It's time to sleep

"Alyonushka's Tales" by D.N. Mamin-Sibiryak It's dark outside. Snowing. He closed the window glass. Alyonushka, curled up in a ball, lies in bed. She never wants to fall asleep until dad tells a story. Alyonushka's father, Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak, is a writer. He sits at the table, bending over the manuscript of his future book. So he gets up, comes closer to Alyonushka’s bed, sits down in a soft chair, begins to tell... The girl listens attentively about the stupid turkey who imagined that he was smarter than everyone else, about how the toys were collected for the name day and what came of it. The tales are wonderful, one more interesting than the other. But one of Alyonushka’s eyes is already asleep... Sleep, Alyonushka, sleep, beauty. Alyonushka falls asleep with her hand under her head. And outside the window it was still snowing... So the two of them spent the long winter evenings - father and daughter. Alyonushka grew up without a mother; her mother died long ago. The father loved the girl with all his heart and did everything to make her have a good life. He looked at his sleeping daughter and was reminded of his own childhood years. They took place in a small factory village in the Urals. At that time, serf workers still worked at the plant. They worked from early morning until late evening, but vegetated in poverty. But their masters and masters lived in luxury. Early in the morning, when workers were walking to the factory, troikas flew past them. It was after the ball, which lasted all night, that the rich people went home. Dmitry Narkisovich grew up in a poor family. Every penny counted in the house. But his parents were kind, sympathetic, and people were drawn to them. The boy loved it when factory workers came to visit. They knew so many fairy tales and fascinating stories ! Mamin-Sibiryak especially remembered the legend about the daring robber Marzak, who in ancient years hid in the Ural forest. Marzak attacked the rich, took their property and distributed it to the poor. And the tsarist police never managed to catch him. The boy listened to every word, he wanted to become as brave and fair as Marzak was. The dense forest where, according to legend, Marzak once hid, began a few minutes' walk from the house. Squirrels were jumping in the branches of the trees, a hare was sitting at the edge of the forest, and in the thicket one could meet the bear himself. The future writer explored all the paths. He wandered along the banks of the Chusovaya River, admiring the chain of mountains covered with spruce and birch forests. There was no end to these mountains, and therefore he forever associated with nature “the idea of will, of wild space.” The boy's parents taught him to love books. He was engrossed in Pushkin and Gogol, Turgenev and Nekrasov. A passion for literature arose in him early. At the age of sixteen he was already keeping a diary. Years have passed. Mamin-Sibiryak became the first writer to paint pictures of life in the Urals. He created dozens of novels and stories, hundreds of stories. He lovingly portrayed in them the common people, their struggle against injustice and oppression. Dmitry Narkisovich has many stories for children. He wanted to teach the children to see and understand the beauty of nature, the riches of the earth, to love and respect the working person. “It’s a joy to write for children,” he said. Mamin-Sibiryak also wrote down the fairy tales that he once told his daughter. He published them as a separate book and called it “Alyonushka’s Tales.” These tales contain the bright colors of a sunny day, the beauty of generous Russian nature. Together with Alyonushka you will see forests, mountains, seas, deserts. The heroes of Mamin-Sibiryak are the same as the heroes of many folk tales: a shaggy, clumsy bear, a hungry wolf, a cowardly hare, a cunning sparrow. They think and talk to each other like people. But at the same time, these are real animals. The bear is depicted as clumsy and stupid, the wolf is angry, the sparrow is mischievous, an agile bully. Names and nicknames help to introduce them better. Here Komarishche - a long nose - is a big, old mosquito, but Komarishko - a long nose - is a small, still inexperienced mosquito. Objects also come to life in his fairy tales. The toys celebrate the holiday and even start a fight. Plants talk. In the fairy tale “Time to Bed,” pampered garden flowers are proud of their beauty. They look like rich people in expensive dresses. But the writer prefers modest wildflowers. Mamin-Sibiryak sympathizes with some of his heroes, and laughs at others. He writes with respect about the working person, condemns the slacker and the lazy. The writer also did not tolerate those who are arrogant, who think that everything was created only for them. The fairy tale “How the Last Fly Lived” tells about one stupid fly who is convinced that the windows in houses are made so that she can fly into and out of rooms, that they only set the table and take out jam from the cupboard. in order to treat her that the sun shines for her alone. Well, of course, only a stupid, funny fly can think that way! What do the lives of fish and birds have in common? And the writer answers this question with the fairy tale “About Sparrow Vorobeich, Ruff Ershovich and the cheerful chimney sweep Yasha.” Although Ruff lives in the water, and Sparrow flies through the air, fish and birds equally need food, chase after the tasty morsel, suffer from the cold in winter, and even in summer they have a lot of troubles... Great power to act together, together . How powerful the bear is, but mosquitoes, if they unite, can defeat the bear (“The Tale about Komar Komarovich - a long nose and about shaggy Misha - a short tail”). Of all his books, Mamin-Sibiryak especially valued Alyonushka's Tales. He said: “This is my favorite book - love itself wrote it, and therefore it will outlive everything else.” Andrey Chernyshev ALPNUSHKIN'S TALES Saying Bye-bye-bye... One of Alyonushka's eyes is sleeping, the other is watching; One ear of Alyonushka is sleeping, the other is listening. Sleep, Alyonushka, sleep, beauty, and dad will tell fairy tales. It seems that everyone is here: the Siberian cat Vaska, the shaggy village dog Postoiko, the gray Little Mouse, the Cricket behind the stove, the motley Starling in a cage, and the bully Rooster. Sleep, Alyonushka, now the fairy tale begins. The high moon is already looking out the window; over there the sideways hare hobbled on his felt boots; the wolf's eyes glowed with yellow lights; Mishka bear sucks his paw. Old Sparrow flew up to the window itself, knocked his nose on the glass and asked: how soon? Everyone is here, everyone is assembled, and everyone is waiting for Alyonushka’s fairy tale. One of Alyonushka’s eyes is asleep, the other is watching; One ear of Alyonushka is sleeping, the other is listening. Bye-bye-bye...

TALE ABOUT THE BRAVE HARE -

LONG EARS, SLITTING EYES, SHORT TAIL A bunny was born in the forest and was afraid of everything. A twig will crack somewhere, a bird will fly up, a lump of snow will fall from a tree - the bunny is in hot water. The bunny was afraid for a day, afraid for two, afraid for a week, afraid for a year; and then he grew up big, and suddenly he got tired of being afraid. - I'm not afraid of anyone! - he shouted to the whole forest. - I’m not afraid at all, that’s all! The old hares gathered, the little bunnies came running, the old female hares tagged along - everyone listened to how the Hare boasted - long ears, slanting eyes, a short tail - they listened and did not believe their own ears. There has never been a time when the hare was not afraid of anyone. - Hey, slanting eye, aren’t you afraid of the wolf? - I’m not afraid of the wolf, and the fox, and the bear - I’m not afraid of anyone! This turned out to be quite funny. The young hares giggled, covering their faces with their front paws, the kind old hare women laughed, even the old hares, who had been in the paws of a fox and tasted wolf teeth, smiled. A very funny hare!.. Oh, how funny! And everyone suddenly felt happy. They started tumbling, jumping, jumping, racing each other, as if everyone had gone crazy. - What’s there to say for a long time! - shouted the Hare, who had finally gained courage. - If I come across a wolf, I’ll eat it myself... - Oh, what a funny Hare! Oh, how stupid he is!.. Everyone sees that he is both funny and stupid, and everyone laughs. The hares scream about the wolf, and the wolf is right there. He walked, walked in the forest about his wolf business, got hungry and just thought: “It would be nice to have a bunny snack!” - when he hears that somewhere very close, hares are screaming and they remember him, the gray Wolf. Now he stopped, sniffed the air and began to creep up. The wolf came very close to the playful hares, heard them laughing at him, and most of all - the boastful Hare - slanting eyes, long ears, short tail. “Eh, brother, wait, I’ll eat you!” - thought the gray Wolf and began to look out to see the hare boasting of his courage. But the hares don’t see anything and are having more fun than ever. It ended with the boastful Hare climbing onto a stump, sitting on his hind legs and speaking: “Listen, you cowards!” Listen and look at me! Now I’ll show you one thing. I... I... I... Here the braggart’s tongue seemed to freeze. The Hare saw the Wolf looking at him. Others did not see, but he saw and did not dare to breathe. Then a completely extraordinary thing happened. The boastful hare jumped up like a ball, and out of fear fell straight onto the wide wolf’s forehead, rolled head over heels along the wolf’s back, turned over again in the air and then gave such a kick that it seemed like he was ready to jump out of his own skin. The unfortunate Bunny ran for a long time, ran until he was completely exhausted. It seemed to him that the Wolf was hot on his heels and was about to grab him with his teeth. Finally, the poor fellow was completely exhausted, closed his eyes and fell dead under a bush. And the Wolf at that time ran in the other direction. When the Hare fell on him, it seemed to him that someone had shot at him. And the Wolf ran away. You never know how many other hares you can find in the forest, but this one was kind of crazy... It took the rest of the hares a long time to come to their senses. Some ran into the bushes, some hid behind a stump, some fell into a hole. Finally, everyone got tired of hiding, and little by little the bravest ones began to peek out. - And our Hare cleverly scared the Wolf! - everything was decided. - If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t have left alive... But where is he, our fearless Hare?.. We started looking. We walked and walked, but the brave Hare was nowhere to be found. Had another wolf eaten him? Finally they found him: lying in a hole under a bush and barely alive from fear. - Well done, oblique! - all the hares shouted in one voice. - Oh, yes, a scythe!.. You cleverly scared the old Wolf. Thank you brother! And we thought you were bragging. The brave Hare immediately perked up. He crawled out of his hole, shook himself, narrowed his eyes and said: “What would you think!” Eh, you cowards... From that day on, the brave Hare began to believe that he was really not afraid of anyone. Bye-bye-bye...

A TALE ABOUT THE GOAT

I

Nobody saw how Kozyavochka was born. It was a sunny spring day. Kozyavochka looked around and said: - Good!.. Kozyavochka spread her wings, rubbed her thin legs one against the other, looked around again and said: - How good! good!.. And all mine!.. Kozyavochka rubbed her legs again and flew off. He flies, admires everything and is happy. And below the grass is turning green, and hidden in the grass is a scarlet flower. - Kozyavochka, come to me! - the flower shouted. The little booger descended to the ground, climbed onto the flower and began to drink the sweet flower juice. - How kind you are, flower! - says Kozyavochka, wiping her stigma with her legs. “Good guy, but I can’t walk,” the flower complained. “It’s still good,” Kozyavochka assured. - And everything is mine... Before she had time to finish speaking, a furry Bumblebee flew in with a buzz - and straight to the flower: - LJ... Who climbed into my flower? LJ... who drinks my sweet juice? LJ... Oh, you trashy Booger, get out! Lzhzh... Get out before I sting you! - Excuse me, what is this? - Kozyavochka squealed. - Everything, everything is mine... - Zhzh... No, mine! Kozyavochka barely escaped the angry Bumblebee. She sat down on the grass, licked her legs, stained with flower juice, and got angry: - What a rude Bumblebee! - No, sorry - mine! - said the furry little worm, climbing a stalk of grass. Kozyavochka realized that the Worm couldn't fly, and spoke more boldly: - Excuse me, Worm, you're mistaken... I'm not stopping you from crawling, but don't argue with me! touch me I don’t like this, I must admit... You never know how many of you are flying around here... You are a frivolous people, and I am a serious worm... Frankly speaking, everything belongs to me. I’ll crawl onto the grass and eat it, I’ll crawl onto any flower and eat it too. Goodbye!..

II

In a few hours, Kozyavochka learned absolutely everything, namely: that, in addition to the sun, blue sky and green grass, there are also angry bumblebees, serious worms and various thorns on flowers. In a word, it was a big disappointment. Kozyavochka was even offended. For mercy's sake, she was sure that everything belonged to her and was created for her, but here others think the same thing. No, something is wrong... It can't be. Kozyavochka flies further and sees water. - This is mine! - she squealed cheerfully. - My water... Oh, how fun!.. There is grass and flowers here. And other boogers fly towards Kozyavochka. - Hello, sister! - Hello, dears... Otherwise, I’m getting bored of flying alone. What are you doing here? - And we are playing, sister... Come to us. We have fun... Were you born recently? - Just today... I was almost stung by the Bumblebee, then I saw the Worm... I thought that everything was mine, but they say that everything is theirs. The other boogers reassured the guest and invited her to play together. Above the water, the boogers played like a pillar: circling, flying, squeaking. Our Kozyavochka was choking with joy and soon completely forgot about the angry Bumblebee and the serious Worm. - Oh, how good! - she whispered in delight. - Everything is mine: the sun, the grass, and the water. I absolutely don’t understand why others are angry. Everything is mine, and I don’t interfere with anyone’s life: fly, buzz, have fun. I allow... Kozyavochka played, had fun and sat down to rest on the marsh sedge. You really need to relax! Kozyavochka watches how other little boogers are having fun; suddenly, out of nowhere, a sparrow darts past, as if someone had thrown a stone. - Oh, oh! - the little boogers shouted and rushed in all directions. When the sparrow flew away, a whole dozen little boogers were missing. - Oh, robber! - the old boogers scolded. - I ate a whole dozen. It was worse than Bumblebee. The little booger began to be afraid and hid with other young little boogers even further into the swamp grass. But here there is another problem: two of the boogers were eaten by a fish, and two by a frog. - What is it? - Kozyavochka was surprised. - This doesn’t look like anything at all... You can’t live like this. Oh, how disgusting!.. It’s good that there were a lot of boogers and no one noticed the loss. Moreover, new boogers arrived that were just born. They flew and squealed: “Everything is ours... Everything is ours...” “No, not everything is ours,” our Kozyavochka shouted to them. - There are also angry bumblebees, serious worms, nasty sparrows, fish and frogs. Be careful, sisters! However, night came, and all the boogers hid in the reeds, where it was so warm. The stars poured out in the sky, the moon rose, and everything was reflected in the water. Oh, how good it was!.. “My month, my stars,” our Kozyavochka thought, but she didn’t tell anyone this: they’ll just take that away too...

III

This is how Kozyavochka lived the whole summer. She had a lot of fun, but there was also a lot of unpleasantness. Twice she was almost swallowed by a nimble swift; then a frog sneaked up unnoticed - you never know how many enemies there are! There were also joys. Kozyavochka met another similar little booger, with a shaggy mustache. She says: - How pretty you are, Kozyavochka... We will live together. And they healed together, they healed very well. All together: where one goes, there goes another. And we didn’t notice how the summer flew by. It started to rain and the nights were cold. Our Kozyavochka laid eggs, hid them in the thick grass and said: - Oh, how tired I am!.. No one saw how Kozyavochka died. Yes, she didn’t die, but only fell asleep for the winter, so that in the spring she could wake up again and live again.

TALE ABOUT KOMAR KOMAROVICH -

LONG NOSE AND HAIRY MISHA - SHORT TAIL

I

This happened at midday, when all the mosquitoes hid from the heat in the swamp. Komar Komarovich - his long nose snuggled under a wide leaf and fell asleep. He is sleeping and hears a desperate cry: - Oh, fathers!.. oh, carraul!.. Komar Komarovich jumped out from under the leaf and also shouted: - What happened? And the mosquitoes fly, buzz, squeak - you can’t make out anything. - Oh, fathers!.. A bear came to our swamp and fell asleep. As soon as he lay down in the grass, he immediately crushed five hundred mosquitoes; As soon as he breathed, he swallowed a whole hundred. Oh, trouble, brothers! We barely managed to get away from him, otherwise he would have crushed everyone... Komar Komarovich - the long nose - immediately became angry; I was angry with both the bear and the stupid mosquitoes that squeaked to no avail. - Hey, stop squeaking! - he shouted. - Now I’ll go and drive away the bear... It’s very simple! And you are only yelling in vain... Komar Komarovich became even more angry and flew away. Indeed, there was a bear lying in the swamp. He climbed into the thickest grass, where mosquitoes had lived since time immemorial, lay down and sniffed through his nose, only a whistle sounded, as if someone was playing a trumpet. What a shameless creature!.. He climbed into someone else’s place, destroyed so many mosquito souls in vain, and still sleeps so sweetly! - Hey, uncle, where did you go? - Komar Komarovich shouted throughout the forest, so loudly that even he himself became scared. Furry Misha opened one eye - no one was visible, opened the other eye - he barely saw that a mosquito was flying right over his nose. - What do you need, buddy? - Misha grumbled and also began to get angry. Well, I just settled down to rest, and then some scoundrel squeaks. - Hey, go away in good health, uncle! .. Misha opened both eyes, looked at the impudent man, sniffed and became completely angry. - What do you want, you worthless creature? - he growled. - Leave our place, otherwise I don’t like to joke... I’ll eat you and your fur coat. The bear felt funny. He rolled over to the other side, covered his muzzle with his paw, and immediately began snoring.

II

Komar Komarovich flew back to his mosquitoes and trumpeted throughout the swamp: “I cleverly scared the furry Bear!.. He won’t come another time.” The mosquitoes marveled and asked: “Well, where is the bear now?” - I don’t know, brothers... He got very scared when I told him that I would eat him if he didn’t leave. After all, I don’t like to joke, but I said it straight out: I’ll eat it. I'm afraid that he might die of fear while I'm flying to you... Well, it's my own fault! All the mosquitoes squealed, buzzed and argued for a long time about what to do with the ignorant bear. Never before had there been such a terrible noise in the swamp. They squeaked and squeaked and decided to drive the bear out of the swamp. - Let him go to his home, in the forest, and sleep there. And our swamp... Our fathers and grandfathers lived in this very swamp. One prudent old woman, Komarikha, advised her to leave the bear alone: let him lie down, and when he gets some sleep, he will go away, but everyone attacked her so much that the poor thing barely had time to hide. - Let's go, brothers! - Komar Komarovich shouted most of all. - We'll show him... yes! Mosquitoes flew after Komar Komarovich. They fly and squeak, it’s even scary for them. They arrived and looked, but the bear lay there and didn’t move. - Well, that’s what I said: the poor fellow died of fear! - Komar Komarovich boasted. “It’s even a little pity, what a healthy bear howl... “Yes, he’s sleeping, brothers,” squeaked a small mosquito, flying up to the bear’s very nose and almost being pulled in there, as if through a window. - Oh, shameless! Ah, shameless! - all the mosquitoes squealed at once and raised a terrible hubbub. - He crushed five hundred mosquitoes, swallowed a hundred mosquitoes and he himself sleeps as if nothing had happened... And furry Misha sleeps and whistles through his nose. - He's pretending to be asleep! - Komar Komarovich shouted and flew towards the bear. - Now I’ll show him... Hey, uncle, he’ll pretend! As soon as Komar Komarovich swoops in, as he digs his long nose right into the black bear’s nose, Misha jumps up and grabs his nose with his paw, and Komar Komarovich is gone. - What, uncle, didn’t you like? - Komar Komarovich squeaks. - Go away, otherwise it will be worse... Now I’m not the only Komar Komarovich - a long nose, but my grandfather, Komarishche - a long nose, and my younger brother, Komarishko - a long nose, came with me! Go away, uncle... - But I won’t leave! - the bear shouted, sitting down on his hind legs. - I’ll crush you all... - Oh, uncle, you’re bragging in vain... Komar Komarovich flew again and stabbed the bear right in the eye. The bear roared in pain, hit himself in the face with his paw, and again there was nothing in his paw, only he almost tore out his own eye with a claw. And Komar Komarovich hovered just above the bear’s ear and squeaked: “I’ll eat you, uncle...

III

Misha became completely angry. He uprooted a whole birch tree and began to beat mosquitoes with it. It hurts all over his shoulder... He beat and beat, he was even tired, but not a single mosquito was killed - everyone hovered over him and squeaked. Then Misha grabbed a heavy stone and threw it at the mosquitoes - again to no avail. - What, did you take it, uncle? - Komar Komarovich squeaked. - But I’ll still eat you... How long or how short did Misha fight with the mosquitoes, but there was a lot of noise. A bear's roar could be heard in the distance. And how many trees he tore out, how many stones he tore up!.. He all wanted to catch the first Komar Komarovich, - after all, right here, right above his ear, the bear was hovering, but enough of it was a bear with his paw, and again nothing, he just scratched his whole face into blood. Misha finally became exhausted. He sat down on his hind legs, snorted and came up with a new thing - let's roll on the grass to crush the entire mosquito kingdom. Misha rode and rode, but nothing came of it, but only made him even more tired. Then the bear hid its face in the moss. It turned out even worse - mosquitoes clung to the bear's tail. The bear finally became furious. “Wait, I’ll ask you this!” he roared so loudly that it could be heard five miles away. - I’ll show you a thing... I... I... I... The mosquitoes have retreated and are waiting to see what will happen. And Misha climbed the tree like an acrobat, sat down on the thickest branch and roared: “Come on, now come to me... I’ll break everyone’s noses!” The mosquitoes laughed in thin voices and rushed at the bear with the whole army. They squeak, circle, climb... Misha fought and fought, accidentally swallowed about a hundred mosquito troops, coughed and fell off the branch like a sack... However, he got up, scratched his bruised side and said: - Well, have you taken it? Have you seen how deftly I jump from a tree?.. The mosquitoes laughed even more subtly, and Komar Komarovich trumpeted: - I’ll eat you... I’ll eat you... I’ll eat... I’ll eat you! strength, but it’s a shame to leave the swamp. He sits on his hind legs and only blinks his eyes. A frog saved him from trouble. She jumped out from under the hummock, sat down on her hind legs and said: “You don’t want to bother yourself, Mikhailo Ivanovich, in vain!.. Don’t pay any attention to these crappy mosquitoes.” Not worth it. “It’s not worth it either,” the bear rejoiced. - I mean it... Let them come to my den, but I... I... How Misha turns, how he runs out of the swamp, and Komar Komarovich - his long nose flies after him, flies and shouts: - Oh, brothers, hold on! The bear will run away... Hold it!.. All the mosquitoes gathered, consulted and decided: “It’s not worth it! Let him go - after all, the swamp is left behind us! "

I

One of Alyonushka's eyes falls asleep, Alyonushka's other ear falls asleep... - Dad, are you here? - Here, baby... - You know what, dad... I want to be a queen... Alyonushka fell asleep and smiled in her sleep. Oh, so many flowers! And they all smile too. They surrounded Alyonushka’s crib, whispering and laughing in thin voices. Scarlet flowers, blue flowers, yellow flowers, blue, pink, red, white - as if a rainbow had fallen to the ground and scattered with living sparks, multi-colored lights and cheerful children's eyes. - Alyonushka wants to be a queen! - the field bells jingled merrily, swaying on thin green legs. - Oh, how funny she is! - whispered the modest Forget-Me-Nots. “Gentlemen, this matter needs to be seriously discussed,” the yellow Dandelion cheerfully intervened. - At least, I didn’t expect this... - What does it mean to be a queen? - asked the blue field Cornflower. “I grew up in the fields and I don’t understand your city ways.” “It’s very simple...” the pink Carnation intervened. - It's so simple that there's no need to explain. The queen is... this... You still don’t understand anything? Oh, how strange you are... A queen is when the flower is pink, like me. In other words: Alyonushka wants to be a carnation. Seems clear? Everyone laughed merrily. Only the Roses were silent. They considered themselves offended. Who doesn’t know that the queen of all flowers is one Rose, tender, fragrant, wonderful? And suddenly some Carnation calls herself a queen... This is unlike anything. Finally, only Rose got angry, turned completely crimson and said: “No, excuse me, Alyonushka wants to be a rose... yes!” Rose is a queen because everyone loves her. - This is cute! - Dandelion got angry. - And who, in this case, do you take me for? “Dandelion, don’t be angry, please,” the forest Bells persuaded him. - It spoils the character and, moreover, is ugly. Here we are - we are silent about the fact that Alyonushka wants to be a forest bell, because this is clear by itself.

II

There were a lot of flowers, and they argued so funny. The wildflowers were so modest - like lilies of the valley, violets, forget-me-nots, bells, cornflowers, wild carnations; and the flowers grown in the greenhouses were a little pompous - roses, tulips, lilies, daffodils, gillyflowers, like rich children dressed up for the holidays. Alyonushka was more fond of modest wildflowers, from which she made bouquets and wove wreaths. How nice they all are! “Alyonushka loves us very much,” the Violets whispered. - After all, we are the first in the spring. As soon as the snow melts, we are here. “And so do we,” said the Lilies of the Valley. - We are also spring flowers... We are unpretentious and grow right in the forest. - Why is it our fault that it’s cold for us to grow right in the field? - the fragrant, curly Levkoi and Hyacinths complained. “We are only guests here, and our homeland is far away, where it is so warm and there is no winter at all.” Oh, how nice it is there, and we constantly miss our dear homeland... It’s so cold here in the north. Alyonushka loves us too, and even very much... “And it’s good with us too,” the wildflowers argued. - Of course, sometimes it is very cold, but it’s great... And then, the cold kills our worst enemies, like worms, midges and various insects. If it weren't for the cold, we would have had a bad time. “We also love the cold,” Roses added. Azalea and Camellia were told the same thing. They all loved the cold when they were gaining color. “Here’s what, gentlemen, we’ll tell you about our homeland,” suggested white Narcissus. - This is very interesting... Alyonushka will listen to us. After all, she loves us too... Then everyone started talking at once. Roses remembered with tears the blessed valleys of Shiraz, Hyacinths - Palestine, Azaleas - America, Lilies - Egypt... Flowers gathered here from all corners of the world, and everyone could tell so much. Most of the flowers came from the south, where there is so much sun and no winter. How nice it is there!.. Yes, eternal summer! What huge trees grow there, what wonderful birds, how many beautiful butterflies that look like flying flowers, and flowers that look like butterflies... “We are only guests in the north, we are cold,” whispered all these southern plants. Native wildflowers even took pity on them. Indeed, one must have great patience when the cold north wind blows, the cold rain pours and the snow falls. Let's say the spring snow is melting soon, but it's still snow. “You have a huge drawback,” Vasilek explained, having heard enough of these stories. - I don’t argue, you are perhaps sometimes more beautiful than us, simple wildflowers - I willingly admit this... yes... In a word, you are our dear guests, and your main drawback is that you grow up only for the rich people, and we grow for everyone. We are much kinder... For example, you will see me in the hands of every village child. How much joy I bring to all poor children!.. You don’t have to pay money for me, you just have to go out into the field. I grow with wheat, rye, oats...

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Alyonushka listened to everything the flowers told her about and was surprised. She really wanted to see everything herself, all those amazing countries they were just talking about. “If I were a swallow, I would fly right now,” she finally said. - Why don’t I have wings? Oh, how good it is to be a bird!.. Before she had time to finish speaking, a ladybug crawled up to her, a real ladybug, so red, with black spots, with a black head and such thin black antennae and thin black legs. - Alyonushka, let's fly! - Ladybug whispered, moving her antennae. - But I don’t have wings, Ladybug! - Sit on me... - How can I sit down when you’re little? - But look... Alyonushka began to look and was more and more surprised. Ladybug spread her stiff upper wings and doubled in size, then spread her thin lower wings, like a cobweb, and became even larger. She grew before Alyonushka's eyes until she became big, big, so big that Alyonushka could freely sit on her back, between her red wings. It was very convenient. -Are you okay, Alyonushka? - asked Ladybug. - Very. - Well, now hold on tight... At the first moment, when they flew, Alyonushka even closed her eyes in fear. It seemed to her that she was not flying, but everything was flying under her - cities, forests, rivers, mountains. Then it began to seem to her that she had become so small, small, as small as the head of a pin, and, moreover, as light as the fluff of a dandelion. And the ladybug flew quickly, quickly, so that the air only whistled between its wings. “Look what’s down there...” Ladybug told her. Alyonushka looked down and even clasped her little hands. - Oh, so many roses... red, yellow, white, pink! The ground was as if covered with a living carpet of roses. “Let’s go down to earth,” she asked Ladybug. They went down, and Alyonushka became big again, as she was before, and Ladybug became small. Alyonushka ran for a long time through the pink field and picked a huge bouquet of flowers. How beautiful they are, these roses; and their aroma makes you dizzy. If only this whole pink field could be moved there, to the north, where roses are only dear guests!.. “Well, now we fly on,” said the Ladybug, spreading her wings. She again became big and big, and Alyonushka became small and small.

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They flew again. It was so good all around! The sky was so blue, and below was even bluer - the sea. They flew over a steep and rocky coast. - Are we really going to fly across the sea? - asked Alyonushka. - Yes... just sit still and hold on tight. At first Alyonushka was even scared, but then nothing. There was nothing left except sky and water. And ships rushed across the sea like big birds with white wings... Small ships looked like flies. Oh, how beautiful, how good!.. And ahead you can already see the seashore - low, yellow and sandy, the mouth of some huge river, some kind of White City, as if it were built from sugar. And beyond was a dead desert, where only pyramids stood. Ladybug landed on the river bank. Green papyri and lilies grew here, wonderful, tender lilies. “It’s so good here,” Alyonushka spoke to them. - It’s not winter for you? - What is winter? - Lily was surprised. - Winter is when it snows... - What is snow? Lily even laughed. They thought the little northern girl was playing a joke on them. It is true that every autumn huge flocks of birds flew here from the north and also talked about winter, but they themselves did not see it, but spoke from hearsay. Alyonushka also did not believe that there was no winter. So, you don’t need a fur coat or felt boots? We flew on. But Alyonushka was no longer surprised by the blue sea, or the mountains, or the sun-burnt desert where hyacinths grew. “I’m hot...” she complained. - You know, Ladybug, it’s not even good when it’s eternal summer. - Who is used to it, Alyonushka. They flew to high mountains, on the tops of which lay eternal snow. It wasn't so hot here. Impenetrable forests began behind the mountains. It was dark under the arch of trees because sunlight did not penetrate here through the dense treetops. Monkeys were jumping on the branches. And how many birds there were - green, red, yellow, blue... But most amazing of all were the flowers that grew right on the tree trunks. There were flowers of a completely fiery color, some were variegated; there were flowers that looked like small birds and large butterflies - the whole forest seemed to be burning with multi-colored living lights. “These are orchids,” explained Ladybug. It was impossible to walk here - everything was so intertwined. They flew on. Here a huge river overflowed among the green banks. Ladybug landed right on the big one White flower, growing in water. Alyonushka has never seen such large flowers before. “This is a sacred flower,” Ladybug explained. - It's called a lotus...

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Alyonushka saw so much that she finally got tired. She wanted to go home: after all, home was better. “I love snow,” said Alyonushka. - It’s not good without winter... They flew again, and the higher they rose, the colder it became. Soon snowy glades appeared below. Only one coniferous forest was turning green. Alyonushka was extremely happy when she saw the first Christmas tree. - Christmas tree, Christmas tree! - she shouted. - Hello, Alyonushka! - the green Christmas tree shouted to her from below. It was a real Christmas tree - Alyonushka recognized it immediately. Oh, what a sweet Christmas tree!.. Alyonushka bent down to tell her how cute she was, and suddenly flew down. Wow, how scary!.. She turned over several times in the air and fell straight into the soft snow. Out of fear, Alyonushka closed her eyes and did not know whether she was alive or dead. - How did you get here, baby? - someone asked her. Alyonushka opened her eyes and saw a gray-haired, hunched old man. She also recognized him immediately. This was the same old man who brings Christmas trees, gold stars, boxes with bombs and the most amazing toys to smart children. Oh, he is so kind, this old man!.. He immediately took her in his arms, covered her with his fur coat and asked again: “How did you get here, little girl?” - I traveled on a ladybug... Oh, how much I saw, grandfather!.. - Yes, yes... - And I know you, grandfather! You bring Christmas trees for the children... - Well, well... And now I’m also organizing a Christmas tree. He showed her a long pole that didn’t look like a Christmas tree at all. - What kind of tree is this, grandfather? It's just a big stick... - But you'll see... The old man carried Alyonushka to a small village, completely covered with snow. Only roofs and chimneys were exposed from the snow. The village children were already waiting for the old man. They jumped and shouted: - Christmas tree! Christmas tree!.. They came to the first hut. The old man took out an unthreshed sheaf of oats, tied it to the end of a pole, and raised the pole to the roof. Now small birds that don’t fly away for the winter came from all sides: sparrows, blackbirds, buntings, and began to peck at the grain. - This is our Christmas tree! - they shouted. Alyonushka suddenly felt very happy. It was the first time she had seen how they set up a Christmas tree for birds in winter. Oh, how fun!.. Oh, what a kind old man! One sparrow, who was fussing more than anyone else, immediately recognized Alyonushka and shouted: “But this is Alyonushka!” I know her very well... She fed me crumbs more than once. Yes... And the other sparrows also recognized her and squealed terribly with joy. Another sparrow flew in, which turned out to be a terrible bully. He began to push everyone aside and snatch the best grains. It was the same sparrow that fought with the ruff. Alyonushka recognized him. - Hello, little sparrow!.. - Oh, is that you, Alyonushka? Hello!.. The bully sparrow hopped on one leg, winked slyly with one eye and said to the kind Christmas old man: “But she, Alyonushka, wants to be a queen... Yes, I heard her say it myself just now.” - Do you want to be a queen, baby? - asked the old man. - I really want to, grandpa! - Great. There is nothing simpler: every queen is a woman, and every woman is a queen... Now go home and tell this to all the other little girls. Ladybug was glad to get out of here as quickly as possible, before some mischievous sparrow ate it. They flew home quickly, quickly... And there all the flowers were waiting for Alyonushka. They argued all the time about what a queen was. Bye-bye-bye... One of Alyonushka’s eyes is sleeping, the other is watching; One ear of Alyonushka is sleeping, the other is listening. Everyone has now gathered around Alyonushka’s crib: the brave Hare, and Medvedko, and the bully Rooster, and the Sparrow, and the black little Crow, and Ruff Ershovich, and the little Kozyavochka. Everything is here, everything is at Alyonushka’s. “Dad, I love everyone...” Alyonushka whispers. - I love black cockroaches, Dad... The other eye closed, the other ear fell asleep... And near Alyonushka’s crib the spring grass grows cheerfully green, the flowers are smiling - there are many flowers: blue, pink, yellow, blue, red. A green birch tree bent over the crib and whispered something so tenderly. And the sun is shining, and the sand is turning yellow, and the blue sea wave is calling Alyonushka to it... - Sleep, Alyonushka! Get strong... Bye-bye-bye...

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Biography Mamin-Sibiryak Dmitry Narkisovich

Mamin-Sibiryak Dmitry Narkisovich (1852 - 1912) - famous Russian writer, ethnographer, prose writer, playwright and storyteller.

Mamin-Sibiryak (real name Mamin) was born on November 6, 1852 in the Visimo-Shaitansky factory village of the Verkhotursky district of the Perm province, 140 km from Nizhny Tagil. This village, located in the depths Ural mountains, was founded by Peter I, and the rich merchant Demidov built an iron factory here. The father of the future writer was the factory priest Narkis Matveevich Mamin (1827-1878). The family had four children. They lived modestly: my father received a small salary, little more than a factory worker. For many years he taught children for free at a factory school. “Without work, I never saw my father or mother. Their day was always full of work,” recalled Dmitry Narkisovich.

From 1860 to 1864 Mamin-Sibiryak studied in the Visimskaya village primary school for the children of workers, located in a large hut. When the boy was 12 years old, his father took him and his older brother Nikolai to Yekaterinburg and sent them to a religious school. True, the wild bursat morals had such an effect on the impressionable child that he fell ill, and his father took him away from school. With great joy, Mamin-Sibiryak returned home and for two years he felt completely happy: reading alternated with wanderings in the mountains, spending the night in the forest and in the houses of mine workers. Two years flew by quickly. The father did not have the means to send his son to the gymnasium, and he was again taken to the same bursa.

He received a home education, then studied at the Visim school for children of workers, later at the Yekaterinburg Theological School (1866-1868) and at the Perm Theological Seminary (1868-1872).
His first creative attempts date back to his stay here.

In the spring of 1871, Mamin moved to St. Petersburg and entered the medical-surgical academy in the veterinary department, and then transferred to medicine. In 1874, Mamin passed the university exam and spent about two years at the Faculty of Science.

Began publishing in 1875.
The beginnings of talent, a good acquaintance with nature and the life of the region are noticeable in this work.
The author's style is already clearly outlined in them: the desire to depict nature and its influence on people, sensitivity to the changes taking place around them.

In 1876, Mamin-Sibiryak switched to law, but did not complete the course here either. He studied at the Faculty of Law for about a year. Excessive work, poor nutrition, lack of rest broke the young body. He developed consumption (tuberculosis). In addition, due to financial difficulties and his father’s illness, Mamin-Sibiryak was unable to pay the tuition fee and was soon expelled from the university. In the spring of 1877, the writer left St. Petersburg. The young man reached out to the Urals with all his heart. There he recovered from his illness and found strength for new works.

Once in his native place, Mamin-Sibiryak collects material for a new novel from Ural life. Trips around the Urals and the Urals expanded and deepened his knowledge of folk life. But new novel, conceived back in St. Petersburg, had to be postponed. My father fell ill and died in January 1878. Dmitry remained the only breadwinner big family. In search of work, as well as to educate his brothers and sister, the family moved to Yekaterinburg in April 1878. But even in a large industrial city, the dropout student failed to get a job. Dmitry began giving lessons to lagging schoolchildren. The tedious work was poorly paid, but Mamin turned out to be a good teacher, and he soon gained fame as the best tutor in the city. He did not leave his literary work in the new place; When there was not enough time during the day, I wrote at night. Despite financial difficulties, he ordered books from St. Petersburg.

14 years of the writer’s life (1877-1891) pass in Yekaterinburg. He marries Maria Yakimovna Alekseeva, who became not only a wife and friend, but also an excellent adviser on literary issues. During these years, he makes many trips around the Urals, studies literature on history, economics, ethnography of the Urals, immerses himself in folk life, communicates with “simple people” who have a huge life experience, and was even elected as a member of the Yekaterinburg City Duma. Two long trips to the capital (1881-1882, 1885-1886) strengthened the writer’s literary connections: he met Korolenko, Zlatovratsky, Goltsev and others. During these years he writes and publishes many short stories and essays.

But in 1890, Mamin-Sibiryak divorced his first wife, and in January 1891 he married a talented artist from the Yekaterinburg drama theater Maria Moritsovna Abramova and moves with her to St. Petersburg, where he takes place final stage his life. Here he soon became close to the populist writers - N. Mikhailovsky, G. Uspensky and others, and later, at the turn of the century, with the greatest writers of the new generation - A. Chekhov, A. Kuprin, M. Gorky, I. Bunin, highly who appreciated his works. A year later (March 22, 1892), his dearly beloved wife Maria Moritsevna Abramova dies, leaving her sick daughter Alyonushka in the arms of her father, shocked by this death.

Mamin-Sibiryak took children's literature very seriously. He called a children's book a “living thread” that takes the child out of the nursery and connects him with the wider world of life. Addressing writers, his contemporaries, Mamin-Sibiryak urged them to truthfully tell children about the life and work of the people. He often said that only an honest and sincere book is beneficial: “A children’s book is a spring ray of sunshine that awakens the dormant powers of a child’s soul and causes the seeds thrown on this fertile soil to grow.”

Children's works are very diverse and are intended for children of different ages. The younger children know Alyonushka's Tales well. Animals, birds, fish, insects, plants and toys live and talk happily in them. For example: Komar Komarovich - long nose, Shaggy Misha - short tail, Brave Hare - long ears - slanting eyes - short tail, Sparrow Vorobeich and Ruff Ershovich. Talking about the funny adventures of animals and toys, the author skillfully combines fascinating content with useful information, kids learn to observe life, they develop feelings of camaraderie and friendship, modesty and hard work. Mamin-Sibiryak’s works for older children tell about the life and work of workers and peasants in the Urals and Siberia, about the fate of children working in factories, fields and mines, about young travelers along the picturesque slopes of the Ural Mountains. Wide and diverse world, the life of man and nature are revealed to young readers in these works. Mamin-Sibiryak’s story “Emelya the Hunter,” which was awarded an international prize in 1884, was highly appreciated by readers.

Many works of Mamin-Sibiryak have become classics of world literature for children, revealing the high simplicity, noble naturalness of feelings and love of life of their author, who inspires with the poetic skill of domestic animals, birds, flowers, insects (collection of stories Children's Shadows, 1894; textbook stories of Emel- hunter, 1884; Winter hut on Studenoy, 1892; Gray Neck, 1893; Alyonushkin's tales, 1894-1896).

The last years of his life the writer was seriously ill. On October 26, 1912, his fortieth anniversary was celebrated in St. Petersburg creative activity, but Mamin already had a bad reaction to those who came to congratulate him - a week later, on November 15, 1912, he died. Many newspapers carried obituaries. The Bolshevik newspaper Pravda dedicated a special article to Mamin-Sibiryak, in which it noted the great revolutionary significance of his works: “A bright, talented, warm-hearted writer has died, under whose pen the pages of the past of the Urals came to life, an entire era of the march of capital, predatory, greedy, who knew no restraint. not with anything". “Pravda” highly appreciated the writer’s achievements in children’s literature: “He was attracted by the pure soul of a child, and in this area he gave a number of wonderful essays and stories.”

D.N. Mamin-Sibiryak was buried at the Nikolskoye cemetery of the Alexander Nevsky Lavra; two years later, the suddenly deceased daughter of the writer “Alyonushka”, Elena Dmitrievna Mamina (1892-1914), was buried nearby. In 1915, a granite monument with a bronze bas-relief was erected on the grave. And in 1956, the ashes and monument of the writer, his daughter and wife, M.M. Abramova, were moved to the Literatorskie bridge of the Volkovsky cemetery. On the grave monument of Mamin-Sibiryak the words are carved: “To live a thousand lives, to suffer and rejoice in a thousand hearts - that’s where real life and real happiness are.”

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