A fairy tale is an excellent tool for communicating with a child. When reading fairy tales, parents convey in simple words what they want to teach their child. Fairy tales immerse a child in a magical world where good triumphs over evil, the world of princes and princesses, the world of magicians and sorcerers. They form fantasy and imagination, make you think and experience emotions. Every child believes everything that fairy tales tell. By reading bedtime stories to the baby, parents create this magic around the child, and his sleep becomes more restful. In addition, reading fairy tales before bed is an excellent end to the working day for parents. The tales collected on the site are small in size, but interesting and instructive.

Fairy tale: "Kolobok"

Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman; they had no bread, no salt, no sour cabbage soup. The old man went to scrape the bottom of the barrel, through the boxes of revenge. Having collected some flour, they began to knead the bun.

They mixed it in oil, spun it in a frying pan and chilled it in the window. The bun jumped and ran away.

Runs along the path. A hare comes across him and asks him:

Where are you running, little bun?

Kolobok answers him:

I'm sweeping boxes,

Scratching the bottom of the barrel,

Yarn in raw oil,

It's cold at the window;

I left my grandfather

I left my woman

And I will run away from you.

And the bun ran. A gray top meets him.

I'm sweeping boxes,

Scratching the bottom of the barrel,

Yarn in raw oil,

It's cold at the window;

I left my grandfather

I left my woman

I left the hare

And I will run away from you, wolf.

Kolobok ran. A bear comes across him and asks him:

Where are you going, little bun? Kolobok answers him:

I'm sweeping boxes,

Scratching the bottom of the barrel,

Yarn in raw oil,

It's cold at the window;

I left my grandfather

I left my woman

I left the hare

I left the wolf

And I will run away from you, bear.

Kolobok ran. A black fox meets him and asks, getting ready to lick him off:

Where are you running, little bun, tell me, my dear friend, my dear light!

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Kolobok answered her:

I'm sweeping boxes,

Scratching the bottom of the barrel,

Yarn in raw oil,

It's cold at the window;

I left my grandfather

I left my woman

I left the hare

I left the wolf

Left the bear

And I will run away from you.

The fox tells him:

I don't smell what you're saying? Sit on my upper lip!

The little boy sat down and sang the same thing again.

I don't hear anything yet! Sit on my tongue.

He sat on her tongue too. He sang the same thing again.

She's a boor! - and ate it.

Fairy tale: "The Fox and the Crane"

The fox and the crane became friends.

So one day the fox decided to treat the crane and went to invite him to visit her:

Come, kumanek, come, dear! How I can treat you!

The crane is going to a feast, and the fox made semolina porridge and spread it on the plate. Served and served:

Eat, my dear kumanek! I cooked it myself.

The crane slammed its nose, knocked and knocked, but nothing hit. And at this time the fox was licking and licking the porridge - so she ate it all herself. oskazkax.ru - oskazkax.ru Porridge eaten; the fox says:

Don't blame me, dear godfather! There is nothing more to treat!

Thank you, godfather, and that’s it! Come to visit me.

The next day the fox comes, and the crane prepared okroshka, put it in a jug with a narrow neck, put it on the table and said:

Eat, gossip! Don't be ashamed, my dear.

The fox began to spin around the jug, and would come in this way and that, and lick it and smell it; There’s no point at all! My head won't fit into the jug. Meanwhile, the crane pecks and pecks until it has eaten everything.

Well, don't blame me, godfather! There is nothing more to treat.

The fox was annoyed: she thought that she would have enough to eat for a whole week, but she went home as if she was slurping unsalted food. Since then, the fox and the crane have been apart in their friendship.

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Fairy tale: "Autumn Tale"

Every day it grew later and later, and the forest became so transparent that it seemed: if you search it up and down, you won’t find a single leaf.

“Soon our birch tree will fly around,” said the Little Bear. And he pointed with his paw to a lonely birch tree standing in the middle of the clearing.

It will fly around... - agreed the Hedgehog.

The winds will blow,” continued the Little Bear, “and it will shake all over, and in my dreams I will hear the last leaves falling from it.” And in the morning I wake up, go out onto the porch, and she’s naked!

Naked... - Hedgehog agreed.

They sat on the porch of the bear's house and looked at a lonely birch tree in the middle of the clearing.

What if leaves grew on me in the spring? - said the Hedgehog. - I would sit by the stove in the fall, and they would never fly around.

What kind of leaves would you like? - asked Little Bear. “Birch or ash?”

How about maple? Then I would be red-haired in the fall, and you would mistake me for a little Fox. You would say to me: “Little Fox, how is your mother?” And I would say: “My mother was killed by hunters, and now I live with Hedgehog. Come visit us? And you would come. “Where is Hedgehog?” - you would ask. And then, finally, I guessed, and we would laugh for a long, long time, until spring...

No,” said Little Bear. “It would be better if I didn’t guess, but asked: “So what?” Has the hedgehog gone for water? - "No?" - you would say. “For firewood?” - "No?" - you would say. “Maybe he went to visit Little Bear?” And then you would nod your head. And I would wish you good night and run to my place, because you don’t know where I’m hiding the key now, and you would have to sit on the porch.

But I would have stayed at home! - said the Hedgehog.

Well then! - said Little Bear. “You would sit at home and think: “I wonder if Little Bear is pretending or didn’t really recognize me?” In the meantime, I would run home, take a small jar of honey, return to you and ask: “What? Has the hedgehog returned yet? Would you say...

And I would say that I am the Hedgehog! - said the Hedgehog.

No,” said Little Bear. “It would be better if you didn’t say anything like that.” And he said this...

Then Little Bear faltered, because three leaves suddenly fell off from a birch tree in the middle of the clearing. They spun a little in the air, and then softly sank into the reddish grass.

No, it would be better if you didn’t say anything like that,” repeated Little Bear. “And we would just drink tea with you and go to bed.” And then I would have guessed everything in my sleep.

Why in a dream?

The best thoughts come to me in a dream,” said the Bear. “You see: there are twelve leaves left on the birch tree.” They will never fall again. Because last night in a dream I realized that this morning they need to be sewn to a branch.

And sewed it on? - asked the Hedgehog.

Of course,” said Little Bear. “With the same needle that you gave me last year.”

Fairy tale: "Masha and the Bear"

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a grandmother. They had a granddaughter Mashenka.

Once the girlfriends got together in the forest to pick mushrooms and berries. They came to invite Mashenka with them.

Grandfather, grandmother, says Mashenka, let me go into the forest with my friends!

Grandfather and grandmother answer:

Go, just make sure you don’t lag behind your friends, otherwise you’ll get lost.

The girls came to the forest and began picking mushrooms and berries. Here Mashenka - tree by tree, bush by bush - and went far, far away from her friends.

She began to call around, began to call them, but her friends did not hear, did not respond.

Mashenka walked and walked through the forest - she got completely lost.

She came into the very wilderness, into the very thicket. He sees a hut standing there. Mashenka knocked on the door - no answer. She pushed the door - the door opened.

Mashenka entered the hut and sat down on a bench by the window.

She sat down and thought:

“Who lives here? Why is no one visible?..”

And in that hut lived a huge bear. Only he wasn’t at home then: he was walking through the forest.

The bear returned in the evening, saw Mashenka, and was delighted.

Yeah,” he says, “now I won’t let you go!” You will live with me. You will light the stove, you will cook porridge, you will feed me porridge.

Masha pushed, grieved, but nothing could be done. She began to live with the bear in the hut.

The bear will go into the forest for the whole day, and Mashenka is told not to leave the hut without him.

“And if you leave,” he says, “I’ll catch you anyway and then I’ll eat you!”

Mashenka began to think about how she could escape from the bear. There are forests all around, he doesn’t know which way to go, there’s no one to ask...

She thought and thought and came up with an idea.

One day a bear comes from the forest, and Mashenka says to him:

Bear, bear, let me go to the village for a day: I’ll bring gifts to grandma and grandpa.

No, says the bear, you will get lost in the forest. Give me some gifts, I'll carry them myself.

And that’s exactly what Mashenka needs!

She baked pies, took out a big, big box and said to the bear:

Here, look: I’ll put the pies in this box, and you take them to grandpa and grandma. Yes, remember: don’t open the box on the way, don’t take out the pies. I’ll climb up the oak tree and keep an eye on you!

Okay,” the bear answers, “give me the box!”

Mashenka says:

Go out onto the porch and see if it's raining!

As soon as the bear came out onto the porch, Mashenka immediately climbed into the box and placed a plate of pies on her head.

The bear returned and saw that the box was ready. He put him on his back and went to the village.

A bear walks between fir trees, a bear wanders between birch trees, goes down into ravines, and up hills. He walked and walked, got tired and said:

I'll sit on a tree stump

Let's eat the pie!

And Mashenka from the box:

See see!

Don't sit on a tree stump

Don't eat the pie!

Bring it to grandma

Bring it to grandpa!

Look, she’s so big-eyed,” says the bear, “she sees everything!”

I'll sit on a tree stump

Let's eat the pie!

And Mashenka from the box again:

See see!

Don't sit on a tree stump

Don't eat the pie!

Bring it to grandma

Bring it to grandpa!

The bear was surprised:

That's how cunning! He sits high and looks far away!

He got up and walked quickly.

I came to the village, found the house where my grandparents lived, and let’s knock on the gate with all our might:

Knock-Knock! Unlock, open! I brought you some gifts from Mashenka.

And the dogs sensed the bear and rushed at him. They run and bark from all the yards.

The bear got scared, put the box at the gate and ran into the forest without looking back.

Grandfather and grandmother came out to the gate. They see that the box is standing.

What's in the box? - says the grandmother.

And grandfather lifted the lid, looked - and couldn’t believe his eyes: Mashenka was sitting in the box, alive and well.

Grandfather and grandmother were delighted. They began to hug Mashenka, kiss her, and call her smart.

Fairy tale: "Turnip"

Grandfather planted a turnip and said:

Grow, grow, turnip, sweet! Grow, grow, turnip, strong!

The turnip grew sweet, strong, and big.

Grandfather went to pick a turnip: he pulled and pulled, but couldn’t pull it out.

Grandfather called grandma.

Grandma for grandfather

Grandfather for the turnip -

The grandmother called her granddaughter.

Granddaughter for grandmother,

Grandma for grandfather

Grandfather for the turnip -

They pull and pull, but they can’t pull it out.

The granddaughter called Zhuchka.

A bug for my granddaughter,

Granddaughter for grandmother,

Grandma for grandfather

Grandfather for the turnip -

They pull and pull, but they can’t pull it out.

Bug called the cat.

Cat for Bug,

A bug for my granddaughter,

Granddaughter for grandmother,

Grandma for grandfather

Grandfather for the turnip -

They pull and pull, but they can’t pull it out.

The cat called the mouse.

A mouse for a cat

Cat for Bug,

A bug for my granddaughter,

Granddaughter for grandmother,

Grandma for grandfather

Grandfather for the turnip -

They pulled and pulled and pulled out the turnip. That’s the end of the Turnip fairy tale, and whoever listened - well done!

Fairy tale: "The Man and the Bear"

A man went into the forest to sow turnips. He plows and works there. A bear came to him:

Man, I'll break you.

Don’t break me, little bear, better let’s sow turnips together. I’ll take at least the roots for myself, and I’ll give you the tops.

“Be it so,” said the bear. “And if you deceive me, then at least don’t go to the forest to see me.”

He said and went into the oak grove.

The turnip has grown large. A man came in the fall to dig turnips. And the bear crawls out of the oak tree:

Man, let's divide the turnips, give me my share.

Okay, little bear, let's divide: the tops for you, the roots for me. The man gave all the tops to the bear. And he put the turnips on a cart and took them to

city ​​to sell.

A bear meets him:

Man, where are you going?

I'm going to town, little bear, to sell some roots.

Let me try - what's the spine like? The man gave him a turnip. How the bear ate it:

Ahh! - he roared. “Man, you deceived me!” Your roots are sweet. Now don’t go to my forest to buy firewood, otherwise I’ll break it.

The next year the man sowed rye in that place. He came to reap, and the bear was waiting for him:

Now, man, you can’t fool me, give me my share. The man says:

Be so. Take the roots, little bear, and I’ll take at least the tops for myself.

They collected rye. The man gave the roots to the bear, put the rye on a cart and took it home.

The bear fought and fought, but could not do anything with the roots.

He got angry with the man, and from then on the bear and the man began to have enmity. That's the end of the fairy tale The Man and the Bear, and whoever listened - well done!

Fairy tale: "The Wolf and the Seven Little Goats"

Once upon a time there was a goat with kids. The goat went into the forest to eat silk grass and drink cold water. As soon as he leaves, the little goats will lock the hut and will not go out themselves.

The goat comes back, knocks on the door and sings:

Little goats, guys!

Open up, open up!

Milk runs down the drain,

From the notch up to the hoof,

From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!

The little goats will unlock the door and let their mother in. She will feed them, give them something to drink and go back into the forest, and the kids will lock themselves up tightly - tightly.

The wolf overheard the goat singing. Once the goat left, the wolf ran to the hut and shouted in a thick voice:

You kids!

You little goats!

Lean back,

Open up!

Your mother has come,

I brought milk.

The hooves are full of water!

The kids answer him:

The wolf has nothing to do. He went to the forge and ordered his throat to be reforged so that he could sing in a thin voice. The blacksmith reforged his throat. the wolf again ran to the hut and hid behind a bush.

Here comes the goat and knocks:

Little goats, guys!

Open up, open up!

Your mother came and brought milk;

Milk runs down the drain,

From the notch up to the hoof,

From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!

The kids let their mother in and let us tell how the wolf came and wanted to eat them.

The goat fed and watered the kids and strictly punished them:

Whoever comes to the hut and begs in a thick voice so that he doesn’t go through everything that I’m chanting to you - don’t open the door, don’t let anyone in.

As soon as the goat left, the wolf again walked towards the hut, knocked and began to lament in a thin voice:

Little goats, guys!

Open up, open up!

Your mother came and brought milk;

Milk runs down the drain,

From the notch up to the hoof,

From the hoof into the cheese of the earth!

The kids opened the door, the wolf rushed into the hut and ate all the kids. only one little goat was buried in the stove.

The goat comes: no matter how much she calls or laments, no one answers her.

She sees the door open, she runs into the hut - there is no one there. I looked into the oven and found one little goat there.

When the goat found out about her misfortune, she sat down on a bench and began to grieve and cry bitterly:

Oh, you are my little goats!

Why did they unlock - they opened,

Did you get it from the bad wolf?

The wolf heard this, entered the hut and said to the goat:

Why are you sinning against me, godfather? I didn't eat your kids. Stop grieving, let's go into the forest and take a walk.

They went into the forest, and in the forest there was a hole, and in the hole a fire was burning. The goat says to the wolf:

Come on, wolf, let's try, who will jump over the hole?

They began to jump. The goat jumped over, and the wolf jumped, and fell into the hot pit.

His belly burst from the fire, the little goats jumped out, all alive, yes - jump to their mother! And they began to live - to live as before. That's the end of the fairy tale The Wolf and the Little Goats, and whoever listened - well done!

Fairy tale: "Teremok"

A man was driving with pots and lost one pot. A fly fly flew in and asked:

He sees that there is no one. She flew into the pot and began to live and live there.

A squeaking mosquito flew in and asked:

Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the mansion?

I, a grief fly. And who are you?

I'm a squeaky mosquito.

Come live with me.

So they began to live together.

A gnawing mouse came running and asked:

Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the mansion?

I, a grief fly.

I, the squeaking mosquito. And who are you?

I'm a chewing mouse.

Come live with us.

The three of them began to live together.

A frog-frog jumped up and asked:

Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the mansion?

I, a grief fly.

I, the squeaking mosquito.

I'm a chewing mouse. And who are you?

I, frog frog.

Come live with us.

The four of them began to live.

The bunny runs and asks:

Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the mansion?

I, a grief fly.

I, the squeaking mosquito.

I'm a chewing mouse.

I, frog frog. And who are you?

I'm a bow-legged little guy who can jump uphill.

Come live with us.

The five of them began to live.

A fox ran past and asked:

Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the mansion?

I, a grief fly.

I, the squeaking mosquito.

I'm a chewing mouse.

I, frog frog.

And who are you?

I am a fox - beautiful in conversation.

Come live with us.

The six of them began to live.

The wolf came running:

Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the mansion?

I, a grief fly.

I, the squeaking mosquito.

I'm a chewing mouse.

I, frog frog.

I, bow-legged little bunny, am hopping up the hill.

I, the fox, am beautiful in conversation. And who are you?

I am a wolf-wolf - I grab from behind a bush.

Come live with us.

So the seven of them live together - and there is little grief.

The bear came and knocked:

Whose house-teremok? Who lives in the mansion?

I, a grief fly.

I, the squeaking mosquito.

I'm a chewing mouse.

I, frog frog.

I, bow-legged little bunny, am hopping up the hill.

I, the fox, am beautiful in conversation.

I, a wolf-wolf, am grasping from behind a bush. And who are you?

I'm an oppressor to you all.

The bear sat on the pot, crushed the pot and scared away all the animals. That's the end of the Teremok fairy tale, and whoever listened - well done!

Fairy tale: "Chicken Ryaba"

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman in the same village.

And they had a chicken. Named Ryaba.

One day the hen Ryaba laid an egg for them. Yes, not an ordinary egg, a golden one.

Grandfather beat and beat the testicle, but did not break it.

The woman beat and beat the eggs, but didn’t break them.

The mouse ran, waved its tail, the egg fell and broke!

The grandfather is crying, the woman is crying. And Ryaba the hen says to them:

Don't cry grandpa, don't cry grandma! I will lay you a new egg, not just an ordinary one, but a golden one!

Fairy tale: "The Golden Comb Cockerel"

Once upon a time there was a cat, a thrush, and a cockerel - a golden comb. They lived in the forest, in a hut. The cat and the blackbird go into the forest to chop wood, but leave the cockerel alone.

They leave and are severely punished:

You, cockerel, stay at home alone, we will go far into the forest for firewood. Be the boss, but don’t open the door for anyone and don’t look outside yourself. The fox is walking nearby, be careful.

They said and went into the forest. And the cockerel - the golden comb - remained in charge of the house. The fox found out that the cat and the thrush had gone into the forest, and the cockerel was alone at home - she quickly came running, sat down under the window and sang:

Cockerel, cockerel,

Golden comb.

Oil head,

Silk beard.

Look out the window -

I'll give you some peas.

The cockerel looked out the window, and the fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him into his hole. The cockerel cried:

The fox is carrying me

For the dark forests.

For fast rivers,

For the high mountains...

Cat and blackbird, save me!

The cat and the thrush heard this, rushed in pursuit and took the cockerel from the fox.

The next day, the cat and blackbird again go into the forest to chop wood. And again the cockerel is punished.

Well, golden comb cockerel, today we will go further into the forest. If something happens, we won’t hear you. You manage the house, but don’t open the door for anyone and don’t look out yourself. The fox is walking nearby, be careful. They are gone.

And the fox is right there. She ran to the house, sat down under the window, and sang:

Cockerel, cockerel,

Golden comb.

Oil head,

Silk beard.

Look out the window -

I'll give you some peas.

The cockerel remembers what he promised to the cat and the blackbird - he sits quietly. And the fox again:

The guys were running

The wheat was scattered.

The chickens peck, but the roosters don't!

At this point the cockerel couldn’t restrain himself and looked out the window:

Co-co-co. How can they not?

And the fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to his hole. The cockerel crowed:

The fox is carrying me

For the dark forests.

For fast rivers,

For the high mountains.

Cat and blackbird, save me!

The cat and the thrush have gone far away, they don’t hear the cockerel. He shouts again, louder than before:

The fox is carrying me

For the dark forests.

For fast rivers,

For the high mountains.

Cat and blackbird, save me!

Even though the cat and the thrush were far away, they heard the cockerel and rushed in pursuit. The cat runs, the blackbird flies... They caught up with the fox - the cat fights, the blackbird pecks. The cockerel was taken away.

Whether long or short, the cat and the blackbird gathered again in the forest to chop wood. When leaving, they strictly punish the cockerel:

Don’t listen to the fox, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further and won’t hear your voice.

The cockerel promised that he would not listen to the fox, and the cat and the thrush went into the forest.

And the fox was just waiting for this: he sat under the window and sang:

Cockerel, cockerel,

Golden comb.

Oil head,

Silk beard.

Look out the window -

I'll give you some peas.

The cockerel sits quietly, does not stick his nose out. And the fox again:

The guys were running

The wheat was scattered.

The chickens peck - they don't let the roosters!

The cockerel remembers everything - he sits quietly, doesn’t answer anything, doesn’t stick his head out. And the fox again:

People were running

Nuts were poured.

The chickens are pecking

They don't give it to roosters!

Here the cockerel forgot again and looked out the window:

Co-co-co. How can they not?

The fox grabbed him tightly in her claws and carried him into her hole, beyond the dark forests, beyond the fast rivers, beyond the high mountains...

No matter how much the cockerel crowed or called, the cat and the blackbird did not hear him.

And when they returned home, the cockerel was gone.

The cat and the thrush ran along the fox's tracks. We ran to the fox hole. The cat tuned the caterpillars and let's practice, and the thrush hummed:

Ring, rattle, goosebumps

Golden strings...

Is godfather Lisafya still at home?

Are you in your warm nest?

Lisa listened and listened, and decided to see who was singing so beautifully.

She looked outside, and the cat and blackbird grabbed her and started beating her.

They beat and beat her until she lost her legs.

They took the cockerel, put it in a basket and brought it home.

And from then on they began to live and be, and they still live.

Good fairy tales for children – 7 bedtime stories

A series of instructive stories (fairy tales) from our magical fairy Nelly Kopeikina - this is a world of goodness that teaches children to be sensitive, attentive, honest and the best children in the world!

Read these short stories with your children before bed and let your children grow up healthy, smart and kind!

Series: That's it!

In good hands

Two girls were playing in the park. They blew colorful soap bubbles. Their mothers sat at a distance on a bench and watched them. A man entered the park with a box in his hands. Stopping next to the girls and mothers, the man took a small, cute, eared puppy out of the box and sat it down on the playground.
After greeting everyone, the man announced:

– I’ll give the puppy to good hands.

He explained that he loved this puppy very much, but circumstances were such that he needed to leave urgently, and he would not be able to take the puppy with him.

- Who wants to take it? – the man asked, looking around at the mothers and girls.

Both girls and mothers became interested in the puppy. One of the girls gently picked him up and held him close.

“Mom, let’s take him,” she asked her mother. “He’s so cute, so funny.”

The girl lovingly gently stroked the puppy's head with her finger. The puppy was very small because he was young in age, and also because he was a puppy of small indoor dogs. The girl's mother immediately agreed. But suddenly the second girl said loudly:

- No, I'll take it! This is my puppy!

With these words, the second girl reached out to the puppy, grabbed his paws and pulled him towards her.

- Carefully! – the girl holding the puppy shouted in fear. - You'll tear off his paws!

With these words, she hastily handed it over to the girl, who was ready to tear off the puppy’s paws just to take possession of it.

“Mom,” the second girl turned to her mother, “let’s take him!”

The girl's mother agreed. But the man who brought this puppy objected:

- No, girl, I will never give it to you.

- Why? – the girl was indignant. - I want him! You said you were giving it away.

“I said that I would give it to good hands,” the man replied. – This means that I will give it to good, kind people who will take care of it and protect it. He's completely defenseless. And you were ready to tear off his paws, you didn’t feel sorry for him at all. You were only thinking about yourself.

The girl snorted offendedly and almost threw the puppy onto the playground. Another girl immediately carefully sat down next to the baby, checking to see if he was hurt.

“And you, girl, take it,” the man said, turning to the girl who sat down next to the puppy. “I see you will be a true friend to him.” I think he will always make you happy too.

The girl stood up with the puppy in her hands. Her face shone with happiness and delight. Her mother was happy too. The man was happy too. He saw that he was passing the puppy into good hands.

Mischievous boy

The mischievous boy was very fond of mischief: he would break a rose that someone had carefully planted in the front garden, he would break a sand castle built by the boys in the sandbox, he would pull a girl’s braid, he would scare away a cat. His mischievous tricks spoiled the mood of those around him, and this made the mischievous boy happy.

On the first of September, the day when all schoolchildren returned to school after a long summer vacation, the mischievous boy was also getting ready for school. He began to think about what harm he could do today.

He put a previously prepared stone into his school backpack in order to throw it into the fountain pool and splash the children passing nearby. He did not forget to put a thick black felt-tip pen in his backpack, this was in order to paint the window sills and walls at school. I took the buttons in case someone managed to place them on the chair. He set an alarm on his phone for the time when the first lesson would take place.

The Good Fairy saw the bad boy's preparations and decided to teach him a lesson. She made this boy appear through the looking glass.

Coming out of the entrance of the house, the mischievous boy saw the neighbor's cat, whom he always scared. But now he held the door open and called the cat in a feignedly gentle voice:

- Go, I'll hold the door.

And he himself already intended to pinch the cat's tail. The cat knew the boy’s bad temper and was in no hurry to enter the entrance. But suddenly another boy appeared from behind the door, very much like two peas in a pod, looking like a mischievous boy, and pushed the door. The door slammed right on the mischievous boy's finger. The mischievous boy exclaimed in pain, shook his hand, and blew on his sore finger.

- What, does it hurt? – asked a boy similar to him, letting the cat into the entrance. “It would hurt the cat just as much if you pinched its tail.”

With these words, the mysterious boy, who looked like a bad boy, disappeared, and the bad boy went to school. Having reached the fountain, he took the stone he had prepared from his backpack and began to wait for the approaching guys. But suddenly, from the other side, a stone the same size as the one he was holding in his hands flew into the water, and the splashes caused by its fall into the water splashed the harmful boy from head to toe.

- What, is it fun? - asked the splashed boy, a mysterious boy similar to him appeared out of nowhere. “It would be the same for everyone else you sprayed.”
Having said this, the mysterious boy disappeared.

“Now everyone will laugh at me,” thought the mischievous boy, but the guys who approached him did not even think of laughing at him, on the contrary, they tried to help him dry off.

It was festive and fun in the schoolyard. Only the mischievous boy was not having much fun, because he had not yet managed to commit a single crime.

“It would be great if the paint on the benches wasn’t dry,” thought the mischievous boy, watching the girls sit on the bench. But the paint was well dried, no one got smeared in it.
“I’ll go pull that little girl’s braid,” decided the mischievous boy, heading towards the girl with white bows woven into her braids. As soon as the mischievous boy extended his hand to the girl’s pigtail, someone gave him a strong slap on the back of the head.

- Eh! What are you doing? – the mischievous boy was indignant, seeing next to him the same boy who looked like himself.

- Aren’t you having fun? – asked the mysterious boy. “The girl you wanted to pull by the braid just now would feel the same way as you do now.”

Before the mischievous boy could answer, the mysterious boy disappeared. “Hmm, it’s not at all unpleasant when they slap you on the back of the head, pinch your finger, or spray you with water,” thought the mischievous boy. - Okay, I won’t push buttons on anyone, it’s probably also unpleasant to sit on a sharp button. But I’ll write on the windowsill.”

With these thoughts, the mischievous boy entered the clean school lobby, went to the back window, took out a felt-tip pen and began to think about what to write. There were three options - “Verka is imaginary”, “Tolyan is an idiot” or “All teachers are fools”. I decided to write about teachers, but I couldn’t write it. Someone covered the window sill with white paint, which the mischievous boy got his hand into.

- What, unpleasant? – the mischievous boy heard behind him. Once again it was a boy mysteriously appearing and disappearing.

- And who are you? – the mischievous boy asked him angrily.

– I am you, only through the looking glass.

– What another looking glass! – the mischievous boy was indignant. - It only happens in a fairy tale.

- And you are in the fairy tale. The Good Fairy decided to teach you a lesson for your harmfulness, so she placed you through the looking glass.

- Forever? – the mischievous boy asked in fear.

– I don’t know, it all depends on you. I think she will release you when you reform.

- What is there to improve?

– You must stop causing harm.

- Oh, but this is so cool! These are jokes, this is fun.

- Funny? – asked the mysterious boy. “I didn’t notice that you were having much fun.”

“Although, only those who do harm have fun,” agreed the mischievous boy. The mysterious boy objected:

“But I didn’t have fun when I pinched your finger, I didn’t have fun when I splashed you, when I slapped you on the back of the head.” And now I'm not having fun. Come on, dry yourself quickly.

The mysterious boy gave the mischievous boy a napkin, with which the mischievous boy quickly wiped the paint off his hand.

“Yes, perhaps you’re right,” agreed the mischievous boy, “this is no fun for anyone.”

With these words, he took out his phone and turned off the alarm on it, which was supposed to ring during the lesson. When the mischievous boy looked up, the mysterious boy was no longer nearby. There were a few minutes left before the start of the lesson, and the mischievous boy went to his class.

It is not known how long the mischievous boy remained behind the looking glass. It is only known that now it does not harm anyone, but on the contrary, it suppresses other pests.

Girl and Time

One day the Bunny came to the Good Fairy with a request to help his friend, the Girl, who was always late.

“I think,” said the Bunny, “Time has bewitched my friend, leads her through its labyrinths, and therefore she cannot correctly navigate in time.”

The Bunny told the Fairy that this Girl was late not only by minutes, but even by hours. And it often happened that the Girl did not come to the meeting at all on the appointed day. The fairy listened to the Bunny attentively, shook her head sternly as a sign of disapproval and said:

- Yes, this is very bad.

“Dear Fairy,” the Bunny almost begged, “you can do anything.” Talk to Time, let it disenchant the Girl!

The fairy thought. “I see that this Girl is not friends with Time, does not respect him, but Time could hardly be so cruel to her. There's some confusion here. We need to figure this out,” thinking so, the Fairy said to the Bunny:

- Well, let's turn to Time together. I think Time will explain everything to us.

With these words the Fairy called Time:

– Dear Time, please give us your attention. Bunny and I really need your help.

The Bunny almost shouted “And the Girl,” but he was a well-mannered Bunny and therefore restrained himself and did not shout, although it seemed to him that it was the Girl who needed help.
Time appeared before the Fairy and the Bunny in the form of an old clock in a large beautiful frame.

– Hello, Fairy and Bunny! - Time greeted. - How can I help you?

The Fairy and the Bunny responded with greetings, and the Fairy told Time about the Bunny’s friend, the Girl who was always late. Listening to the Fairy, Time frowned more and more.

- Yes, I know this Girl. She really is almost always late. This is not good.

- So help her! – the Bunny almost shouted in excitement, turning to Time.

- I? - Time was surprised. - How can I help her?

- Break the spell on her, please! Make sure she doesn't wander in your labyrinths.

- But why, Bunny, do you think that she wanders in my labyrinths?

- How else? Why is she always late?

“Well, that needs to be cleared up.” Let's sit down more comfortably, I'll turn back the time for you, and we'll understand everything.

The Fairy, the Bunny and Time sat down comfortably on the sofas, and Time asked the Bunny:

- Remember, Bunny, when the Girl was late to meet you.

The bunny remembered many cases at once, but named only one.

“Yesterday morning we were going to go with her to the river to catch and release dragonflies, but she didn’t come.

– Didn’t come at all or didn’t come on time? - asked Time.

“Absolutely,” Bunny answered dejectedly, hanging his ears.

- Well, maybe she called you and apologized?

“No,” answered the Bunny sadly.

- Well, let's see what happened to the Girl. Where was she this morning?

All three saw a cheerful Girl. She walked along the path towards Bunny's house. A little wolf was walking towards her with a blue ball in his paws.

“Little wolf,” the Girl turned to him, “where are you going?”

- Why do you want to know? I'm not asking you where you're going.

- I’m going to see the Bunny, he and I will go to the river to catch dragonflies.

“Go ahead,” muttered the Wolf Cub, “and catch your dragonflies.” And the Fox and the Raccoon and I will play dodgeball.

“Take me with you, Little Wolf,” the Girl asked. “I’m so good at kicking!”

- Yes? – the wolf cub was surprised at something. What about Bunny and dragonflies?

- Well, them! – the girl waved her hand towards the Bunny’s house, as if brushing off something.

“Let’s go,” agreed the Wolf Cub. - Only, mind you, you will be a bouncer.

The girl, without thinking about anything anymore, changed the direction of the path and went with the Wolf Cub.

The bunny looked in surprise at the Girl and the Wolf Cub and kept expecting that now the Girl would take her beautiful phone out of her dress pocket and call him, invite him to the lawn to play dodgeball. But neither on the road, nor on the lawn, where the Fox, the Raccoon and the Squirrel were waiting for the Wolf with the ball, did the Girl call the Bunny. The bunny saw how cheerfully and joyfully the children were playing on the lawn, and he remembered how sadly he sat on a swing near his house and waited for the Girl.

– What an unnecessary Girl! – the Good Fairy was indignant.

“And even mean,” said Time. - She betrayed her friend Bunny.

“Or maybe she just forgot about our agreement,” the Little Hare suggested in some uncertain tone.

- When else has she let you down?

Bunny thought to himself, “almost always,” but said:

- The girl was six hours late for my birthday. She came when the holiday was already over.

“Let’s see, let’s see where this Girl wandered,” said Time.

All three saw the Girl at home. She looked at her watch. The clock showed that the celebration in honor of Bunny's birthday had already been going on for forty minutes. But the Girl’s face did not show any concern, she was not in a hurry, she still remained sitting at the mirror table and polished her nails.

Then she saw that her favorite cartoon was on TV. The girl sat down on the sofa and began watching a cartoon. The cartoon ended after thirty minutes. The girl turned off the TV, stood up, looked in the mirror, looked at her watch, took the gift she had prepared for the Bunny, and slowly left the house.

Seeing a mouse blowing soap bubbles in the park, the Girl approached him and began to watch the bubbles. Finally the Girl got tired of it, and she went to the Bunny. On the way to the cinema, the Girl saw the Tiger Cub. The girl had seen him before, but was not familiar with him. The Girl really liked this Tiger Cub. He was handsome, imposing, tall. He had powerful paws and a strong long tail. The tiger cub sat on a bench near the cinema and counted crows. The girl happily jumped up to the Tiger Cub and stopped opposite him.

- Hello, Tiger Cub! - she said. - What are you doing?

- Hello! – Tiger Cub answered the Girl. - Do we really know each other?

“No,” the Girl answered, not at all embarrassed. - But we can meet. I am a girl. I'm going to Bunny's birthday party.

The tiger cub hesitated a little, but still answered:

- And I am Tiger Cub.

- Why are you sitting here alone? – asked the Girl.

– I’m going to the cinema now.

- One? – the Girl was happy about something.

“Yes,” answered the Tiger Cub sadly. “My sister was supposed to come, but she called and said that she wouldn’t be able to come.” Can not get in time.

The Tiger Cub wanted to continue, wanted to explain why his little sister couldn’t keep up, but the Girl interrupted him:

- Do you want me to go with you?

– You’re going to your friend’s birthday party.

“It’s still early,” the Girl lied, not at all embarrassed. - I have time.

- Is it true? – the Tiger Cub was delighted, looking at the Girl in a beautiful blue sundress. - Let's go to!

The girl and Tiger Cub went to the cinema. At the end of the film, the Tiger Cub accompanied the Girl to the Bunny’s house, and they said goodbye.

The Bunny, who was no longer waiting for the Girl, was glad to see her, but at the same time upset, because the holiday had already passed, the guests had left. He expected the Girl to apologize and somehow explain her lateness, but the Girl made do with the following words:

- Oh, sorry, I'm late. Congratulations, Bunny!

The Good Fairy and Time looked at the Bunny. He sat dejectedly and did not look at anyone.

- Well, at least the Girl isn’t late for her birthday? – the Fairy asked the Bunny.

“He’s late,” answered the Bunny, nodding his head.

“This Girl shows great disrespect for everyone,” Time remarked sadly. – As you can see, she does not wander through my labyrinths at all. This girl simply does not value her time or anyone else's. She is not friends with me, but I don’t want to be friends with such a Girl.

- And you, Bunny? - asked the Fairy. -Will you still be friends with her?

“No,” answered the Bunny firmly, but sadly. - This girl is not my friend, and I cannot be a friend to such a Girl.

“That’s true,” Time noted. – With such behavior, this Girl can never be anyone’s friend. And I will punish this disgrace, let her really wander through my labyrinths.
From now on, this Girl will always be late for all her most important events.

- How? - Bunny exclaimed in fear. – For the most important events! This is terrible! She will be unhappy.

- I do not know, maybe. And perhaps she won't even notice it.

- No, no, please don't do this! – the Bunny begged.

“But this impudent liar must be punished,” Time stated firmly.

Here the Fairy intervened:

“The girl has already punished herself.” She lost Bunny's friendship.

Optimist and Pessimist

Two brothers came to one village to visit their grandparents. They arrived late in the evening, saw little around, and the next morning they both woke up to the crowing of a rooster. The boys had never heard a real rooster crow before.

- Who is that screaming, grandma? – one of the brothers asked the grandmother.

- This is our rooster crowing. He announces that a new day is beginning.

– A real rooster? – the boy was surprised and delighted. - Grandma, where is he? Can I look at him?

- Shut your rooster! He doesn't let you sleep! – the other brother asked angrily, turning to the wall.

“Let’s go,” the grandmother quietly beckoned to the boy who wanted to see the rooster. And they went into the yard.

It was a wonderful, sunny day. The boy happily walked around the entire yard. I met a rooster and chickens, a goat, a dog and a cat. Everything was very interesting to this boy, he was extremely happy about everything.

Every day this boy began to wake up and start his day early to the crowing of a rooster. In the old days, that’s what they said about waking up early - “rises with the roosters.” This boy became friends with everyone in the yard, and everyone loved him, and the dog even became his true friend. He ran after the boy everywhere and rejoiced in everything with him. Every morning this brother happily fed the chickens and rooster with his grandfather, picked berries from the ridges and bushes with his grandmother, and helped his grandfather and grandmother in many other ways.

The other brother was not very happy about anyone. He did not like the rooster because of its loud morning singing, which prevented him from sleeping, he was afraid of the goat because of its long horns, and generally considered the cat and the dog to be parasites. And there was no help from him for my grandparents: picking berries - the bushes are prickly, bringing water is difficult, taking a goat into the pen is dangerous, in case it gets gored. The brothers were different. What pleased one brother rarely pleased the other, and more often, on the contrary, upset and irritated him.

– Look how the droplets sparkle in the sun! - one brother rejoiced at the dew.

“Well, now all your feet will be wet,” another brother grumbled, looking at the dew.

- It's windy today! Let's run and fly kites! - one brother rejoiced. Of course, you guessed it: the one who got up with the roosters.

“The wind is so nasty today,” another brother grumbled, “it will blow again.” It's better to sit in front of the TV.

- Rainbow! Look how big the rainbow is! – one brother exclaimed, inviting those around him to rejoice with him.

“Fee,” another brother snorted contemptuously, “just think, this is a simple spectral analysis.”

This is how these brothers were nicknamed in the village: the brother who was happy about everything was called the Optimist, and the other brother, who was irritated by everything, was called the Pessimist.

Everyone loves an optimist: people, animals, sun, water, wind and others. Everyone is always happy to see him. In the kingdom of goodness, the Optimist, without knowing it, is considered very important and respected. His optimism, love of life, kindness, responsiveness, curiosity, friendliness and all other qualities bring everyone a lot of good, which is so necessary for the existence of the kingdom of goodness and the whole world.

Everyone tries to avoid a pessimist; meeting him does not bring joy to anyone, because he is always dissatisfied with something, grumbling, complaining, moaning. But the Pessimist was noticed in the kingdom of evil. With his eternal grumbling and discontent, the Pessimist, albeit a little, brings evil into the world. After all, all negative emotions are evil, and evil is necessary for the existence of the kingdom of evil.

This is how these brothers live. A pessimist rarely, very rarely brings joy to someone, and he himself almost never rejoices at anything. But he, without knowing it, constantly supports the kingdom of evil with his pessimism. An optimist, on the contrary, with all his actions pleases those around him, he himself always rejoices in everything good, which means he brings good into the world.

This is how all people live, bringing good and evil into the world. Goodness strengthens the kingdom of goodness, which guards the world. Evil strengthens the kingdom of evil, which leads our world to destruction. Fortunately, good is always stronger than evil, because people like the Optimist are on its side. Rejoicing in life, delighting those around them with their actions, Optimist people, without knowing it themselves, give the world the main magic against the destruction of the world - goodness, happiness, joy. The more good there is in the world, the more we rejoice, the happier we are, the stronger and more stable our world is.

Rule

One day, two boys on bicycles were riding along the path around the fountain in the yard. One boy had a red bicycle, and the other had a green one. They rode one after another: a boy on a red bicycle in front, and a boy on a green bicycle behind him. The boy who was driving behind was tired of being second, but he was unable to overtake and go around his friend.

Then he turned around and drove towards his friend. When the boys met, they should have gone to different sides of the path, but none of them wanted to move from the middle of the path. The boys stopped opposite each other and started a verbal altercation:

- Let me go, I need to pass! - announced the boy on the green bicycle, who changed his direction.

“You’re driving the wrong way, you should go this way!” Move over! - his friend answered him.

- It’s you who bothers me! I'm going there! – the boy, who changed direction, waved his hand, indicating where he was going.

“Why do you have to go there, it’s wrong, you and I were going there,” his friend protested.

- I was the first to go out for a ride! – the boy on the green bicycle put forward an argument.

- So what. I'm in a hurry for important negotiations! - his friend answered him.

- Just think, I am the Ministry of Emergency Situations, you must give way to me.

With these words, the boy who changed direction, the one who was a rescuer from the Ministry of Emergency Situations, got off his green bicycle, walked up to his friend and pushed him. The friend who was going to the negotiations turned out to be strong, he did not fall, he got off his bike and pushed his friend, the EMERCOM worker, so that he fell straight into the bushes. Having got out of the bushes, the rescue boy climbed towards his friend with his fists.

At this time, their bicycles stood on the path opposite each other and were worried.

“It’s a pity,” said the red bicycle, whose owner was the boy who was going to the negotiations, “my owner will never get to the negotiations.” I didn’t quite figure out who he considered himself to be, a diplomat or a businessman, but I see that he will never be either one or the other.

“Yes,” agreed the second bicycle, “he certainly won’t be a diplomat, he doesn’t know how to negotiate.” He was unable to come to an agreement with my master. Maybe he was going to business negotiations.

- Maybe. But he is unlikely to be able to become a businessman either. A businessman also necessarily needs the same qualities as a diplomat: endurance, tact, respect for a partner.

“My master will never be a rescuer either,” the green bicycle said sadly.

- Probably, yes, it won’t. What kind of rescuer is he? Most likely he was a thug. How he ran into my master!

Meanwhile, the boys, cuffing each other, decided to continue on their way. Moreover, each of the boys wanted to be the first to slip in their own direction. They both jumped on their bikes at the same time and rode towards each other. The bicycles collided. The boys themselves hit each other painfully.

Grandfather was sitting on a bench nearby. He approached the boys and asked:

-What are you? Don't know how to leave?

- None of your business! – the rescue boy was rude.

“We’re going on business,” answered the second boy. “And he drove into oncoming traffic and blocked my way.”

- He drove into oncoming traffic! My business is more important, I am a rescuer from the Ministry of Emergency Situations.

– And who are you rushing to save? Are you going to a fire? - Grandfather asked.

“Then you’re late,” said grandfather sadly. “While you were arguing and fighting here, the house, if they were waiting for you there, would have already burned down.” You failed to save anyone. You don't have to rush anymore. If you hadn't wasted your time arguing and fighting, you could have helped a lot of people. I hope the real rescuers put out the fire and saved the residents.

-Who should I save?

“I think,” said the grandfather, “if you do not follow the road rule, you will not only not be able to save anyone, but you will also get into trouble yourself.”

-What other rule? – the rescue boy muttered.

– Have you ever seen motorists rushing at each other head-on? Of course not. All cars driving towards each other move away. Each car drives on the right side of the road, and it turns out that oncoming cars are driving on different sides. This rule is established for all transport participants.

People were passing by. The old man pointed at them:

– You see, pedestrians don’t attack each other, everyone disperses. You should too.

– I understand, we shouldn’t drive in the middle of the road! – the boy who was going to the negotiations was delighted. – If we drive along the edge of the path, we won’t hit each other.

“That’s right,” answered the grandfather, nodding his head approvingly. The boys moved their bicycles to the right, and since they were standing towards each other, it turned out that they parted in different directions. Now the boys no longer touched each other and could calmly part ways. Having cheerfully jumped on their bicycles, they each rushed off in their own direction.

Having rolled around, the boys drove up to their grandfather.

“Grandfather,” the boy who owned the red bicycle turned to his grandfather, “we rode correctly, on the right side, and did not touch each other.” So we can be motorists?

“To become a motorist, you need to know and follow not one, but many road rules, you need to know road signs and indicators,” answered the grandfather. – When you grow up, you will definitely learn all of them. Before going on the road, everyone must take exams according to these rules.

- How do we recognize them? - the boys asked.

– All of them are written in special textbooks.

“They are registered,” the rescue boy muttered dissatisfiedly, “but I still don’t know how to read.”

“It’s no problem,” answered the grandfather. – When you become an adult, you will definitely be able to read well. In the meantime, your parents and teachers will teach you some rules. There’s one rule you already know for sure, right? – Grandfather asked, slyly peering into the boys’ faces.

“We know,” the friends answered almost in unison. – You should always drive on the right side of the road.

Narthexes

Two sisters lived in one family - an older and a younger one. The older sister had poor health and was weak, but she was a kind, hardworking girl. The younger sister was a very healthy and strong girl, but lazy and cunning. The little sister did not like any kind of work, and therefore constantly pretended to be sick. It was necessary to help the parents clean the house, the eldest, although she was sick, pretended to be healthy and with the last of her strength did what she could: vacuumed the floors, wiped the dust, watered the flowers, and the youngest, claiming to be sick, did not help her parents in any way. It was necessary to help the parents in the garden, the older sister was right there, pretending to be healthy, with the last of her strength weeding the beds and watering the flowers, and the youngest, pretending to be sick, was idle again.

Gradually, everyone in the family got used to the fact that the youngest was always “sick” and did nothing around the house; she was never asked for any help.

One Sunday winter day the sisters woke up and greeted each other. The eldest got out of bed, made her bed and went to the toilet rooms. Along the way she greeted her parents. Mom was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, and dad was rubbing ointment on his skis. The parents announced that after breakfast everyone would go for a ride in the park. Having put herself in order, the older sister returned to the bedroom and saw that the youngest was still lying in bed and looking at the pictures.

- Get up quickly! It's so sunny today, let's go to the park.

- Is breakfast ready? – asked the little sister.

- No, mom is cooking, but for now you go and wash yourself, the bathroom is free.

– Oh, I’m not quite well, I’ll lie down for a while. Call me for breakfast.

“Okay,” the eldest agreed, “and I’ll go and help my mother set the table.”

Dad came into the bedroom, affectionately greeted his youngest daughter and invited her to breakfast.

“Oh, daddy, I’m not feeling well, bring me breakfast in bed,” the youngest asked the porch.

“Well, daughter,” dad objected, taking her out of bed, “we need to get up.” You won't be lying in bed all day. Let's all have breakfast together and go to the park. Do you want to go to the park?

- Want! – the youngest agreed.

After eating, the youngest, as always, left the table, threw “Thank you” over her shoulder and left, and the eldest remained to help her parents clear the dishes. The three of us quickly - dad, mom and eldest daughter - got things done in the kitchen. Everyone quickly got ready and went to the park. Mom and Dad took skis, and the girls took sleds.

The park was wonderful. Mom and Dad skied through the alleys of the park for several laps, and the girls and all the kids sledded down the hill. All four - parents and daughters - returned home cheerful, rosy, joyful and a little tired. The most tired of all was the eldest daughter, who during the ride helped her sister bring the sled up the mountain, but she did not show it, did not show her fatigue, and, having changed clothes and washed her hands, went to the kitchen to help her mother with lunch. Her younger sister, although she was full of energy and strength, as always, was tired and sick, and did not help anyone.

On the same day, one good Fairy collected invisible magic dust into a silver jug ​​and flew in a magic sleigh over different countries, different cities, towns and villages, showering all the pretenders with invisible fairy dust. This dust, falling on pretending people, made them who they pretend to be. The fairy believed that everyone wants to be better and pretends to be better than they are: stupid - smart, weak - strong, cowardly - brave, and therefore with great joy she showered people with her magic dust from time to time.

Just when the eldest daughter was setting the table, an invisible piece of magical dust fell on her. The girl didn’t even notice how her strength returned, her fatigue disappeared. And from then on, it began to grow and get stronger day by day. But the younger sister, on the contrary, began to weaken and began to become really ill. After all, while pretending to be sick, a magical invisible speck of dust also fell on her, and she became sick.

The fairy, not knowing that not everyone pretends to be good, to this day from time to time flies over cities, towns, villages and villages and scatters her magical invisible dust, which turns pretenders into those who they pretend to be.

To the envious

There is an envious girl in the world who really doesn’t like it when someone has something better than her. For example, when she sees a new beautiful dress on a friend, she is not happy for her friend, but is upset that she does not have such a dress, although her dress may not be worse. Seeing that her other friend jumps rope better and more dexterously than she does, the envious girl is not happy for her friend, but is upset that she can’t do it that way.

And since there is always someone who has something better, or there is someone who is superior to her in something, the girl is constantly upset. And grief, as we know, takes a lot of strength out of people, so the envious girl also loses strength from her grief. But the envious girl also has joy. She is always happy that someone has something worse than her, that someone has something more difficult than she does.

There are a lot of such guys too. Someone thinks worse than her, someone sings worse than her, someone generally has complete troubles in life. These joys are wrong, since one should rejoice at the good, the good...

Fortunately, the envious girl knows how to rejoice in good things, but very little, because in search of the shortcomings of those around her, she does not notice much around her that really gives joy.

Baba Yaga lives nearby in a fairy-tale world, and she is also very envious. One day Baba Yaga saw this girl and was very happy: “What a wonderful girl! She will make a real Baba Yaga!”

Since then, Baba Yaga has constantly taught the envious girl not only to be upset when someone has something better than her, not only to be happy when someone has something worse than her, but also look for shortcomings in others, and if there are none, then even invent them. The envious girl, without knowing it herself, quickly learns everything from Baba Yaga and becomes more and more like her. And as the girl learns, Baba Yaga becomes more cheerful, cheerful, and stronger.

With Baba Yaga in the fairy-tale world lives a kind cat Fedosei, who is a friend of many fairy-tale characters in this world, everyone respects him, happily communicates with him, and Baba Yaga considers him her pet cat. Seeing that Baba Yaga was getting younger before her eyes, the cat Fedosei asked her:

- Baba Yaga, how do you manage to look so young? Have you really found a tree with rejuvenating apples?

“No,” answered the grandmother, “I met a girl who, like me, envies everyone.” She, like me, doesn’t like it when others are doing well, just like me, she rejoices at other people’s failures and the fact that someone has something worse than her. I also teach her to look for and find bad things in others and constantly discuss it with everyone. And soon I will teach this girl to even invent something bad about those around her! Then she will become a real Baba Yaga!

- Yaga, why do you want this girl to become Baba Yaga?

– The more Yags in the world, the stronger I become. This girl is one hundred and sixty-first person whom I will turn into Yaga. When I transform six hundred and sixty-six people into Yag, I will become very young! My friend from the neighboring forest has already turned three hundred and six people into Grandfathers-Yagas and Grandmothers-Yagas. She’s unrecognizable now, she’s completely younger!

The cat Fedosei was happy for Baba Yaga, who was getting younger day by day and becoming more and more cheerful, she even stopped scaring him with her stick, but at the same time the cat Fedosei was upset, he felt very sorry for the envious girl turning into Baba Yaga, and the other guys, whom Baba Yaga dreams of finding and turning into Yaga. Of course, living with the young Baba Yaga is more fun, but still the cat Fedosei decided that it was necessary to help envious children. The cat thought and thought and came up with the idea of ​​going to a kind storyteller and asking her to write a fairy tale that envious children would read and understand that being envious is very bad. But where the good storyteller lives, the cat Fedosei did not know. He turned to the old owl:

- Uncle Owl, you are so wise and learned, don’t you know how to get to the good storyteller?

“I know,” answered the owl. - Why do you need to see her?

The cat told the owl about the envious girl, Baba Yaga and about his idea to help envious children. The owl did not really approve of the idea of ​​the cat Fedosei, but still promised to help. He knew where the good storyteller lived, and he really liked the idea of ​​being a guide, because he would show the cat the way, and it would depend on him, the old owl, whether the cat would get to the good storyteller or not.

- Okay, I’ll help you cat Fedoseya. - Said the owl. “But it’s a long way to the good storyteller’s house; you may not be able to withstand such a road.”

“It’s not a problem,” said the cat Fedosei, “I’ll ask my friends to help me.”

The cat turned for help to his friends - the wolf brothers from the nearby lair. The wolf brothers, all five, without hesitation, agreed to help the cat Fedosei. So the seven of us: an owl, a cat and five wolf brothers set off on their journey. The owl flew and showed the way, the wolf brothers, transferring the cat Fedosei from back to back, ran along the path indicated by the owl.

How long did the wolves run, but the old owl was tired and asked everyone to stop and rest. Then a fox ran out of the thicket and asked where they were going. The cat told her that they were heading to a kind storyteller and wanted to ask her to write a fairy tale for the children. The fox heard this, and she really wanted to get into this fairy tale.

“Take me with you,” she asked, “I also want to get into this fairy tale with you.”

No one objected, and the fox ran with everyone to the good storyteller.

How long or how short did the eight of them race, but they reached the good storyteller.

The storyteller praised the owl:

- You, Uncle Owl, are a great fellow, you dared to take such a long and difficult flight. And I see the road, remember it well. You helped everyone.

The storyteller also praised the wolves:

“You, brother wolves, have proven yourself to be true friends, helping the cat Fedosei on such a long and difficult journey. Without you, he might not have gotten there.

The kind storyteller said to Fedoseya the cat:

“You, cat Fedosei, have a good idea of ​​how to help envious children.” I will definitely write this fairy tale.

– Maybe an envious girl will read this fairy tale. Then she will understand that envy is bad,” said one brother wolf.

“Yes, let all the envious people know that they are turning into Grandmother-Yagas and Grandfathers-Yagas,” said the other brother wolf.

– Will I end up in this fairy tale? – the fox asked the storyteller.

“Well, since you really want it, you’ll get there,” the storyteller promised the fox.

– Then can I say something to the guys through your fairy tale?

“Tell me,” the storyteller agreed.

– Dear guys, you have read a fairy tale written for you by a kind storyteller at the request of the cat Fedosei. We are all in this fairy tale: the envious girl, and Baba Yaga, and the kind cat Fedosei, and his faithful friends the wolf brothers, and the wise owl, and the storyteller herself, and I, the fox. I hope you understood everything correctly from this fairy tale: envy is very bad, you can simply turn into a Yaga boy or a Yaga girl.

If one of you is jealous of someone, try to overcome this harmful feeling in yourself, because your envy takes away your strength and gives strength to the real Baba-Yagas.

Fairy tales are poetic stories about extraordinary events and adventures involving fictional characters. In modern Russian, the concept of the word “fairy tale” has acquired its meaning since the 17th century. Until that point, the word "fable" was supposedly used in this meaning.

One of the main features of a fairy tale is that it is always based on an invented story, with a happy ending, where good defeats evil. The stories contain a certain hint that enables the child to learn to recognize good and evil and to comprehend life through clear examples.

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Reading fairy tales is one of the main and important stages on your child’s path to life. Various stories make it clear that the world around us is quite contradictory and unpredictable. By listening to stories about the adventures of the main characters, children learn to value love, honesty, friendship and kindness.

Reading fairy tales is useful not only for children. Having grown up, we forget that in the end good always triumphs over evil, that all adversity is nothing, and a beautiful princess is waiting for her prince on a white horse. It’s quite easy to give a little good mood and plunge into a fairy-tale world!

Psychologists have long proven that a fairy tale is a special type of communication and transfer of love from parents to children. A book read by mom, dad, grandma or grandpa helps to form basic values, develops imagination, and makes the child calm down and get ready for bed. You can read fairy tales not only classic, but also modern ones. The Night of Good website presents the best modern works that are popular with parents. Only here you will find short and instructive tales about Peppa Pig, Luntik, Paw Patrol, Ninya Turtles, Vince and other cartoon characters. This will captivate the baby's attention and allow him to spend even more time with his favorite characters. A happy baby will be incredibly grateful to her parents.

How to properly organize such a ritual as putting a child to bed?
It is not recommended to eat before going to bed. The last meal should be two hours before meals.
You can drink a glass of warm milk.
Don't forget to remind your baby to go to the toilet and brush his teeth.

All needs have been met, procedures have been completed, and now you can read a fairy tale for children with a clear conscience. The baby will not be distracted, nothing will bother him. You need to read a fairy tale before bed in a calm voice. Psychologists advise choosing not combat and adventure works, but calmer ones that would put you to sleep and lull you to sleep. To attract attention, you can sit next to the child and show him pictures from the book. Or sit at the feet, so that the baby can fantasize more and imagine the characters on his own.
Remember, the child's psyche is not able to concentrate for more than six minutes. Attention will wander if you take too long to read. The optimal duration of reading a fairy tale for children is 5-10 minutes.

It is important to read fairy tales every day. This is not just a habit, but a kind of tradition. It is she who helps the baby create support and know that his world is stable. At the same time, it is better not to read a fairy tale if you are in a poor mental state. Ask them to replace you or explain to your child that you are not feeling well. Otherwise, the baby may become “infected” with a bad mood without realizing it.

It is important to choose the right fairy tale for your child. After all, it carries morality. If the fairy tale is evil and cruel, then the child may develop an incorrect vision of reality. For example, the fairy tale The Little Mermaid tells that true love is cruel and generally leads to death. Cinderella teaches that you need to wait for the prince. Very susceptible children may receive incorrect attitudes into their subconscious, which will then have to be treated by a psychiatrist. We suggest you find a fairy tale right now and read it for your beloved baby.

What does a baby need to sleep peacefully and soundly? Of course bedtime story! Short good stories will calm the baby and give wonderful dreams.

How Bunny learned to jump

Once upon a time there was a Little Bunny who couldn't jump. He, of course, moved, but in a different way, moving his paws like a cat. Because of this, the other bunnies, his brothers and sisters, made fun of him. The bunny was very worried about this and finally decided to learn how to jump. One day he got ready and walked into the forest, hoping to find someone who would teach him to jump.

Zainka walked for a long time until he reached the pond. Then he saw the Frog.
“Here’s someone who will help me,” Zainka was happy and ran up to her, “Frog, please teach me how to jump.”
“Why not teach?” answered the frog, “Look!” You stand on the shore near the water, sharply push off with your hind legs, and you’re in the pond.
The frog said this and demonstrated how he jumps into the water.
The bunny approached the pond, touched the water with his paw and walked away. He thought that he didn’t know how to swim either. After thinking for a while, Zainka quietly slipped away until the frog emerged from his pond. He wandered on.

Suddenly, he saw a Kangaroo. The kid deftly jumped, trying to reach the branch with the filling apple.
“Hurray, Little Kangaroo will definitely help me,” said the Bunny and ran up to him. “Hello, Little Kangaroo, teach me to jump as well as you.”
“It’s easy - you stand on your hind legs, lean on your tail and jump up,” the little kangaroo showed how to do it and finally took out a ripe apple. “Wow, it worked!” Now you try it!
The bunny stood up on his hind legs and tried to lean on his little tail. But he lost his balance and fell on his back, hitting the ground painfully.
“Oh-oh-oh,” Zainka moaned, “how it hurts!” No, I can’t jump like you, sorry.

Bunny wandered on. Suddenly he heard a cheerful song and saw the girl Masha skipping along the path. Today was the girl's birthday and she was given a lot of gifts and balloons. That’s why Masha was in a great mood, she was jumping on one or two legs. She had a beautiful blue ball in her hand.

“Girl,” our Bunny dared to address, “you can jump so well, but I can’t, teach me, please!”
“With pleasure,” agreed Masha.

The girl picked up a sharp twig from the ground and pricked her blue ball. It burst with a deafening bang, and the echo echoed throughout the forest. Poor Zainka, hearing this terrible unfamiliar sound, jumped so high! And then he took off running. He ran quickly, skipping like a real hare, until he reached the house. The bunnies began to ask him where he learned to jump like that. Finally, the Bunny calmed down, understood and was glad that he had learned to jump after all.

Since then, he often told this story to his brothers, then to his children, then to his grandchildren. True, since then the hares have become cowardly and began to be afraid of everything.

Let short good bedtime stories will become a good tradition and will bring you and your baby closer.