Russian folk tale "Teremok"

It stands in the field of a teremok-teremok.

He is not low, not high, not high.

A mouse runs past. I saw the tower, stopped and asked:

- Who, who lives in the little house?

Who, who lives in the low?

Nobody responds.

The mouse entered the tower and began to live in it.

A frog jumped up to the tower and asked:

- I'm a mouse-norushka! And who are you?

- And I'm a frog.

- Come live with me!

The frog jumped into the tower. They began to live together.

Runaway bunny runs past. Stop and ask:

- Who, who lives in the little house? Who, who lives in the low?

- I'm a mouse-norushka!

- I'm a frog. And who are you?

- I'm a runaway bunny.

- Come live with us!

Hare jump into the tower! They began to live together.

The little fox is coming. She knocked on the window and asked:

- Who, who lives in the little house?

Who, who lives in the low?

- I'm a mouse.

- I'm a frog.

- I'm a runaway bunny. And who are you?

- And I'm a fox-sister.

- Come live with us!

The fox climbed into the tower. The four of them began to live.

A top came running - a gray barrel, looked in the door and asked:

- Who, who lives in the little house?

Who, who lives in the low?

- I'm a mouse.

- I'm a frog.

- I'm a runaway bunny.

- I'm a fox-sister. And who are you?

- And I'm a top - a gray barrel.

- Come live with us!

The wolf got into the tower. The five of them began to live.

Here they all live in the tower, they sing songs.

Suddenly a clumsy bear walks by. The bear saw the Teremok, heard the songs, stopped and roared at the top of his lungs:

- Who, who lives in the little house?

Who, who lives in the low?

- I'm a mouse.

- I'm a frog.

- I'm a runaway bunny.

- I'm a fox-sister.

- I, the top - a gray barrel. And who are you?

- And I'm a clumsy bear.

- Come live with us!

The bear climbed into the tower.

Lez-climb, climb-climb - he just couldn't get in and says:

“I’d rather live on your roof.”

- Yes, you crush us!

- No, I won't.

- Well, get down! The bear climbed onto the roof.

Just sat down - fuck! - crushed the teremok. The tower crackled, fell on its side and fell apart.

Barely managed to jump out of it:

mink mouse,

frog,

runaway bunny,

fox-sister,

the spinning top is a gray barrel, everyone is safe and sound.

They began to carry logs, cut boards - to build a new tower. Built better than before!

Russian folk tale "Kolobok"

There lived an old man and an old woman. This is what the old man asks:

- Bake me, old gingerbread man.

- Yes, from what to bake something? There is no flour.

- Oh, old woman! Mark on the barn, scrape on the twigs - that's enough.

The old woman did just that: she scooped, scraped a handful of two flour, kneaded the dough with sour cream, rolled up a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to cool.

Tired of the kolobok lying: he rolled from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor - and to the door, jumped over the threshold into the hallway, from the hay to the porch, from the porch to the yard, and there through the gate, further and further.

A bun rolls along the road, and a hare meets it:

- No, do not eat me, oblique, but rather listen to what song I will sing to you.

The hare raised his ears, and the bun sang:

- I'm a bun, a bun!

According to the barn metyon,

Scraped by bits,

Mixed with sour cream

planted in the oven,

On the window it's cold

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother

From you rabbit

Don't be smart about leaving.

A gingerbread man rolls along a path in the forest, and a gray wolf meets him:

— Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man! I will eat you!

- Don't eat me, gray wolf, I'll sing a song for you.

And the bun sang:

- I'm a bun, a bun!

According to the barn metyon,

Scraped by bits,

Mixed with sour cream

planted in the oven,

On the window it's cold

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother

I left the rabbit.

From you wolf

A gingerbread man rolls through the forest, and a bear walks towards him, breaks brushwood, oppresses the bushes to the ground.

- Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man, I'll Eat You!

“Well, where are you, clubfoot, to eat me!” Listen to my song.

The gingerbread man sang, but Misha and his ears were not strong enough.

- I'm a bun, a bun!

According to the barn metyon,

Scraped by bits,

Mixed with sour cream.

planted in the oven,

On the window it's cold

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother

I left the rabbit

I left the wolf

From you bear

Half a heart to leave.

And the bun rolled - the bear only looked after him.

A gingerbread man rolls, and a fox meets him: - Hello, gingerbread man! What a pretty, ruddy little boy you are!

Gingerbread man is glad that he was praised, and sang his song, and the fox listens and creeps closer and closer.

- I'm a bun, a bun!

According to the barn metyon,

Scraped by bits,

Mixed with sour cream.

planted in the oven,

On the window it's cold

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother

I left the rabbit

I left the wolf

Walked away from the bear

From you fox

Don't be smart about leaving.

- Nice song! - said the fox. - Yes, the trouble, my dear, is that I have become old - I can’t hear well. Sit on my face and sing one more time.

Gingerbread man was delighted that his song was praised, jumped on the fox's face and sang:

- I'm a bun, a bun! ..

And his fox - um! — and ate it.

Russian folk tale "Three Bears"

One girl left home for the forest. She got lost in the forest and began to look for her way home, but she did not find it, but came to the house in the forest.

The door was open: she looked through the door, saw that there was no one in the house, and entered.

Three bears lived in this house.

One bear was a father, his name was Mikhail Ivanovich. He was big and shaggy.

The other was a bear. She was smaller, and her name was Nastasya Petrovna.

The third was a little bear cub, and his name was Mishutka. The bears were not at home, they went for a walk in the forest.

There were two rooms in the house: one dining room, the other bedroom. The girl entered the dining room and saw three cups of stew on the table. The first cup, very large, was Mikhaila Ivanycheva. The second cup, smaller, was Nastasya Petrovnina; the third, little blue cup was Mishutkin.

Beside each cup lay a spoon: large, medium and small. The girl took the biggest spoon and drank from the biggest cup; then she took the middle spoon and drank from the middle cup; then she took a small spoon and drank from a little blue cup, and Mishutka's stew seemed to her the best of all.

The girl wanted to sit down and sees three chairs by the table: one large - Mikhail Ivanychev, another smaller - Nastasya Petrovnin and the third small, with a blue cushion - Mishutkin. She climbed onto a large chair and fell; then she sat down on the middle chair - it was awkward on it; then she sat down on a small chair and laughed—it was so good. She took the little blue cup on her knees and began to eat. She ate all the stew and began to swing on a chair.

The chair broke and she fell to the floor. She got up, picked up a chair and went to another room.

There were three beds; one large one is for Mikhail Ivanychev, another medium one is for Nastasya Petrovna, and the third small one is for Mishutkin. The girl lay down in a large one - it was too spacious for her; lay down in the middle - it was too high; she lay down in the little one - the bed fit her just right, and she fell asleep.

And the bears came home hungry and wanted to have dinner.

The big bear took his cup, looked and roared in a terrible voice: - Who sipped in my cup? Nastasya Petrovna looked at her cup and growled not so loudly:

— Who sipped in my cup?

But Mishutka saw his empty cup and squeaked in a thin voice:

- Who sipped in my cup and you sipped all of it?

Mikhailo Ivanovich looked at his chair and growled in a terrible voice:

Nastasya Petrovna glanced at her chair and growled not so loudly:

— Who was sitting on my chair and moved it from its place?

Mishutka saw his chair and squeaked:

Who was sitting on my chair and broke it?

The bears came to another room.

“Who got into my bed and wrinkled it up? roared Mikhailo Ivanovich in a terrible voice.

“Who got into my bed and wrinkled it up? growled Nastasya Petrovna, not so loudly.

And Mishenka set up a bench, climbed into his bed and squeaked in a thin voice:

Who got into my bed?

And suddenly he saw a girl and squealed as if he was being cut:

- There she is! Hold on! Hold on! There she is! Ay-ya-yay! Hold on!

He wanted to bite her. The girl opened her eyes, saw the bears and rushed to the window. The window was open, she jumped out the window and ran away. And the bears did not catch up with her.

Russian folk tale "Zayushkina's hut"

Once upon a time there lived a fox and a hare. The fox has an icy hut, and the hare has a bast hut. Here is the fox teasing the hare:

- My hut is light, and yours is dark! Mine is light, yours is dark!

Summer has come, the fox's hut has melted.

Fox and asks for a hare:

- Let me go, hare, at least to your yard!

- No, fox, I won’t let you in: why did you tease?

The fox began to beg more. The hare let her into his yard.

The next day, the fox asks again:

- Let me, hare, on the porch.

The fox begged, begged, the hare agreed and let the fox on the porch.

On the third day, the fox asks again:

- Let me go, hare, into the hut.

- No, I won’t let you in: why did you tease?

She begged, she begged, the hare let her into the hut. The fox is sitting on the bench, and the bunny is on the stove.

On the fourth day, the fox asks again:

- Zainka, zainka, let me on the stove to your place!

- No, I won’t let you in: why did you tease?

She asked, the fox asked, and begged - the hare let her go on the stove.

A day passed, another - the fox began to drive the hare out of the hut:

"Get out, scythe." I don't want to live with you!

So she kicked out.

The hare sits and cries, grieves, wipes away tears with its paws.

Running past the dog

— Tyaf, tyaf, tyaf! What, bunny, are you crying about?

How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.

“Don’t cry, bunny,” the dogs say. “We’ll kick her out.”

- No, don't kick me out!

- No, let's get out! Approached the hut:

— Tyaf, tyaf, tyaf! Go, fox, get out! And she told them from the oven:

- How do I get out?

How to jump out

Shreds will go

Through the alleys!

The dogs got scared and ran away.

Again the bunny sits and cries.

A wolf is walking by

- What are you crying about, bunny?

- How can I not cry, gray wolf? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.

“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the wolf, “I’ll kick her out.”

- No, you won't. They drove the dogs - they didn’t kick them out, and you won’t kick them out.

- No, I'll take it out.

— Uyyy... Uyyy... Go, fox, get out!

And she from the oven:

- How do I get out?

How to jump out

Shreds will go

Through the alleys!

The wolf got scared and ran away.

Here the hare sits and cries again.

An old bear is coming.

- What are you crying about, bunny?

- How can I, bear, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.

“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the bear, “I’ll kick her out.”

- No, you won't. The dogs drove, drove - did not drive out, the gray wolf drove, drove - did not drive out. And you won't get kicked out.

- No, I'll take it out.

The bear went to the hut and growled:

— Rrrr... rrr... Go, fox, get out!

And she from the oven:

- How do I get out?

How to jump out

Shreds will go

Through the alleys!

The bear got scared and left.

Again the hare sits and cries.

A rooster is coming, carrying a scythe.

— Ku-ka-re-ku! Zainka, what are you crying about?

- How can I, Petenka, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked me to come and kicked me out.

- Do not worry, hare, I'm chasing you a fox.

- No, you won't. The dogs drove - they didn’t drive out, the gray wolf drove, drove - didn’t drive out, the old bear drove, drove - didn’t drive out. And you won't get kicked out.

- No, I'll take it out.

The rooster went to the hut:

— Ku-ka-re-ku!

I walk on my feet

In red boots

I carry a scythe on my shoulders:

I want to kill the fox

Went, fox, from the stove!

The fox heard, got scared and said:

- I'm getting dressed...

Rooster again:

— Ku-ka-re-ku!

I walk on my feet

In red boots

I carry a scythe on my shoulders:

I want to kill the fox

Went, fox, from the stove!

And the fox says:

I put on a coat...

Rooster for the third time:

— Ku-ka-re-ku!

I walk on my feet

In red boots

I carry a scythe on my shoulders:

I want to kill the fox

Went, fox, from the stove!

The fox was frightened, jumped off the stove - yes, run away.

And the hare and the rooster began to live and live.

Russian folk tale "Masha and the Bear"

There lived a grandfather and a grandmother. They had a granddaughter Masha.

Once the girlfriends gathered in the forest - for mushrooms and for berries. They came to call Mashenka with them.

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

Grandparents answer:

- Go, just watch your girlfriends do not lag behind - otherwise you will get lost.

The girls came to the forest, began to pick mushrooms and berries. Here Masha - tree by tree, bush by bush - and went far, far from her girlfriends.

She began to haunt, began to call them. And the girlfriends do not hear, do not respond.

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

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

Mashenka entered the hut, sat down on a bench by the window. Sit down and think:

“Who lives here? Why can't you see anyone?"

And in that hut lived a huge honey, after all. Only he was not at home then: he walked through the forest. The bear returned in the evening, saw Masha, was delighted.

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

Masha grieve, grieved, but nothing can be done. She began to live with a bear in a hut.

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

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

Mashenka began to think how she could escape from the bear. Around the forest, in which direction to go - does not know, there is no one to ask ...

She thought and thought and thought.

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

- Bear, bear, let me go to the village for a day: I will bring gifts to my grandmother and grandfather.

“No,” says the bear, “you will get lost in the forest.” Give me the gifts, I'll take them myself!

And Mashenka needs it!

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

“Here, look: I will put pies in this box, and you take them to your grandfather and grandmother.” Yes, remember: do not open the box on the way, do not take out the pies. I'll climb into the oak tree, I'll follow you!

- Okay, - the bear answers, - let's box!

Mashenka says:

- Get out on the porch, see if it's raining!

As soon as the bear came out onto the porch, Masha immediately climbed into the box, and put a dish of pies on her head.

The bear returned, he sees that the box is ready. He put him on his back and went to the village.

A bear walks between the fir trees, a bear wanders between birches, descends into ravines, rises to the hillocks. Walked, walked, tired and says:

And Mashenka from the box:

- See see!

Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!

“Look, what a big-eyed one,” says the honey, after all, “sees everything!”

- I'll sit on a stump, eat a pie!

And Mashenka from the box again:

- See see!

Don't sit on a stump, don't eat a pie!

Bring it to grandma, bring it to grandpa!

The bear was surprised.

- What a clever one! Sits high, looks far!

I got up and walked faster.

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

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

And the dogs sensed the bear and rushed at him. From all yards they run, bark.

The bear was frightened, put the box at the gate and set off into the forest without looking back.

- What's in the box? Grandma says.

And grandfather lifted the lid, looks and does not believe his eyes: Masha is sitting in the box - alive and well.

Grandpa and grandma rejoiced. They began to hug, kiss, and call Mashenka a clever girl.

Russian folk tale "The Wolf and the Goats"

Once upon a time there lived a goat with kids. The goat went into the forest to eat silk grass, to drink icy water. As soon as he leaves, the kids will lock up the hut and won't go anywhere themselves.

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

- Goats, kids!

Open up, open up!

Milk runs along the notch.

From a notch on a hoof,

From the hoof to the cheese ground!

The kids will unlock the door and let the mother in. She will feed them, give them a drink, and again go into the forest, and the kids will lock themselves 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 goats!

open up

open up

Your mother has come

She brought milk.

Hooves full of water!

The goats 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 cut his throat. The wolf again ran to the hut and hid behind a bush.

Here comes the goat and knocks:

- Goats, kids!

Open up, open up!

Your mother came - she brought milk;

Milk runs along the notch,

From a notch on a hoof,

From the hoof to the cheese ground!

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

The goat fed and watered the kids and severely punished:

- Whoever comes to the hut, begins to ask in a thick voice and does not sort out everything that I recite to you, do not open the door, do not let anyone in.

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

- Goats, kids!

Open up, open up!

Your mother came - she brought milk;

Milk runs along the notch,

From a notch on a hoof,

From the hoof to the cheese ground!

The kids opened the door, the wolf rushed into the hut and ate all the kids. Only one kid was buried in the oven.

The goat is coming. No matter how much she called, or lamented, no one answered her. He sees the door is open. I ran into the hut - there is no one there. I looked into the oven and found one kid.

How the goat found out about her misfortune, how she sat on the bench - she began to grieve, cry bitterly:

- Oh, you, my children, goats!

To which they opened, they opened,

Did the bad wolf get it?

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

- What are you sinning against me, godfather? I didn't eat your goats. Full of grief, let's go to the forest, take a walk.

They went into the forest, and there was a hole in the forest, and a fire was burning in the hole.

The goat says to the wolf:

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

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

His belly burst from the fire, the kids jumped out of there, all alive, yes - jump to the mother!

And they began to live, to live as before.

Fairy tales for children 2 years old must be selected very carefully. A two-year-old child, like a sponge, absorbs everything new. Therefore, choosing fairy tales for reading, you need to try so that they contribute to the comprehensive development of the baby.

Fairy tales for children 2 years old list

We have compiled a list of fairy tales for children 2 years old that will arouse a keen interest in the child and will be useful to him. Any of the fairy tales in the list can be read online on our website.

Fairy tales for children 2 years old read

It is better for a two-year-old child not to read fairy tales online, but to tell them. Able to understand the baby are short, with simple plot, interesting, memorable Russian folk tales: Hen Ryaba, Teremok, Turnip, Kolobok. These works should be the first fairy tales of every crumb. They are the beginning of a child's love of reading. It is these bestsellers for the little ones that are a universal means for conveying ideas about the world around them. Giving the first life lessons, these fairy tales capture the mind, feelings, imagination of the baby. No less useful for two-year-old kids are the kind and funny tales of Samuil Marshak and Vladimir Suteev. well and close acquaintance with the poetic genre, it is useful to start with the tales of Korney Chukovsky. Read online fairy tales for children of 2 years from the recognized classic of children's literature - a pleasure. The kid sees at once a bright picture. Large poetic tales can be given to the child in parts. Start expressively reciting, for example, the beginning of the fairy tale Telephone, beloved by all the crumbs. Repeat several quatrains 2-3 times. Add a little each day. In a few days, the baby will not only recognize the lines from the fairy tale, but will also remember them and will gladly help you. By the way, this is a phenomenon of Chukovsky's fairy tales: kids memorize them amazingly quickly.

Russian folk tale "Geese-swans"

There lived a husband and a wife. They had a daughter, Masha, and a son, Vanyushka. Once father and mother gathered in the city and said to Masha:

- Well, daughter, be smart: don't go anywhere, take care of your brother. And we will bring you presents from the bazaar.

So the father and mother left, and Masha put her brother on the grass under the window and ran out into the street, to her friends.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, swan geese swooped in, picked up Vanyushka, put him on wings and carried him away.

Masha returned, looking - there is no brother! She gasped, rushed back and forth - Vanyushka was nowhere to be seen. She called, she called, her brother did not respond. Masha began to cry, but tears cannot help grief. She is to blame, she herself must find her brother.

Masha ran out into the open field, looked around. He sees - swan geese darted in the distance and disappeared behind a dark forest.

Masha guessed that it was the geese-swans that had carried away her brother, and rushed to catch up with them.

She ran, she ran, she sees - there is a stove in the field. Masha to her:

- Stove, stove, tell me, where did the swan geese fly to?

“Throw wood at me,” says the stove, “then I’ll tell you!”

Masha rather chopped firewood, threw it into the stove.

The stove told her which way to run.

He sees - there is an apple tree, all hung with ruddy apples, branches bent down to the ground. Masha to her:

- Apple tree, apple tree, tell me, where did the swan geese fly to?

- Shake my apples - I'll tell you where the swan geese flew.

Masha shook the apples, the apple tree lifted the branches, straightened the leaves, Masha showed the way.

- Milk river - kissel banks, where did the swan geese fly?

“A stone fell on me,” the river answers. - Move it to the side, I'll tell you where the swan geese flew.

Masha moved the stone.

The river murmured, told Masha where to run, where to look for swan geese.

Masha ran and ran and ran to the dense forest. He stands on the edge and does not know where to go now, what to do. He looks - a hedgehog sits under a stump.

“Hedgehog, hedgehog,” Masha asks, “didn’t you see where the swan geese flew to?”

hedgehog says:

“Wherever I go, go there, too!”

He curled up in a ball and rolled between the fir trees, between the birches. Rolled, rolled and rolled to the hut on chicken legs. Masha looks - Baba Yaga is sitting in that hut, spinning yarn. And Vanyushka is playing with golden apples near. Masha crept quietly to the hut, grabbed her brother and ran home.

A little later, Baba Yaga looked out the window—no boy! She called the swan geese:

- Hurry, swan geese, fly in pursuit, take Vanyushka away!

Geese-swans soared, screamed, flew.

And Masha runs, carries her brother, does not feel her legs under her. I looked back, I saw swan geese ... What should I do? She ran to the milky river, the jelly banks. And the swan geese scream, flap their wings, catch up with her ...

“River, river,” Masha asks, “hide me!”

The river put her and her brother under a steep bank, hid them from the swan geese.

The swan geese did not see Masha, they flew past. Masha came out from under the steep bank, thanked the river and ran again.

And the swan geese noticed her - they returned, flying towards her. Masha ran up to the apple tree: "Apple tree, apple tree, hide me!"

The apple tree covered it with branches, covered it with leaves. Geese-swans circled, circled, did not find Masha and Vanyusha and flew past.

Masha came out from under the apple tree, thanked her and started running again.

She runs, carries her brother, and the house is not far ... But unfortunately, the geese-swans saw her again - and, well, behind her!

They cackle, swoop in, flap their wings over their heads—they’ll tear Vanyushka out of his hands... It’s good that the stove is nearby. Masha to her: - Stove, stove, hide me! The stove hid it, closed it with a damper.

The swan geese flew up to the stove, let's open the damper, but it wasn't there. They poked themselves into the chimney, but they didn’t hit the stove, they only smeared the wings with soot.

They circled, circled, shouted, shouted, and so on with nothing and returned to Baba Yaga.

And Masha and Vanyushka got out of the stove and set off home at full speed. She ran home, washed her brother, combed her hair, put him on a bench, and sat next to him herself.

Soon both father and mother returned from the city, the gifts were brought.

Russian folk tale "The goatlings and the wolf"

There lived a goat. The goat made herself a hut in the forest and settled in it with her kids. Every day the goat went to the forest for food. She will go away herself, and she tells the children to lock themselves tightly and tightly and not to unlock the doors for anyone. The goat returns home, knocks on the door and sings:

- Goats, kids,

Open up, open up!

Your mother has come

Milk brought.

I, a goat, was in the forest,

Ate silk grass

I drank cold water;

Milk runs along the notch,

From the notch on the hooves,

And from the hoofs into the cheese the ground.

The kids will hear their mother and unlock her doors. She will feed them and go out to graze again.

The wolf overheard the goat and, when the goat left, he went to the door of the hut and sang in a thick, thick voice:

- You, kids, you, fathers,

Open up, open up!

Your mother has come

She brought milk...

Hooves full of water!

The kids listened to the wolf and say:

And they did not open the door to the wolf. The wolf left without salty slurping.

The mother came and praised the children that they obeyed her:

- You are clever, little children, that you did not unlock the wolf, otherwise he would have eaten you.

Russian folk tale "Masha and the Bear"

There lived a grandfather and a grandmother. They had a granddaughter Masha.

Once the girlfriends gathered in the forest - for mushrooms and for berries. They came to call Mashenka with them.

“Grandfather, grandmother,” says Masha, “let me go into the forest with my friends!”

Grandparents answer:

- Go, just look from the girlfriends do not lag behind - otherwise you will get lost.

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

She began to haunt, began to call them. And the girlfriends do not hear, do not respond.

Mashenka walked and walked through the woods—she got completely lost.

She came to the very wilderness, to the very thicket. He sees - there is a hut. Mashenka knocked on the door - they did not answer. She pushed the door, the door opened.

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

Sit down and think:

“Who lives here? Why can't you see anyone?"

And in that hut lived a huge bear. Only he was not at home then: he walked through the forest.

The bear returned in the evening, saw Masha, was delighted.

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

Masha grieve, grieved, but nothing can be done. She began to live with a bear in a hut.

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

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

Mashenka began to think how she could escape from the bear. Around the forest, in which direction to go - does not know, there is no one to ask ...

She thought and thought and thought.

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

- Bear, bear, let me go to the village for a day: I will bring gifts to my grandmother and grandfather.

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

And Mashenka needs it!

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

“Here, look: I will put pies in this box, and you take them to your grandfather and grandmother.” Yes, remember: do not open the box on the way, do not take out the pies. I'll climb into the oak tree and I'll follow you!

- Okay, - the bear answers, - let's box! Mashenka says:

- Go out on the porch, see if it's raining?

As soon as the bear came out onto the porch, Masha immediately climbed into the box, and put a dish of pies on her head.

The bear returned, he sees that the box is ready. He put him on his back and went to the village. A bear walks between the fir trees, a bear wanders between birches, descends into ravines, rises to the hillocks. Walked, walked, tired and says:

- I'll sit on a stump,

Eat a pie!

And Mashenka from the box:

- See see!

Don't sit on a stump

Don't eat the pie!

Take it to grandma

Bring it to grandpa!

“Look, what a big-eyed one,” says the bear, “sees everything!” He picked up the box and went on. Walked, walked, walked, stopped, sat down and said:

- I'll sit on a stump,

Eat a pie!

And Mashenka from the box again:

- See see!

Don't sit on a stump

Don't eat the pie!

Take it to grandma

Bring it to grandpa!

Surprised bear:

- What a clever one! Sits high, looks far!

I got up and walked faster.

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 presents from Mashenka.

And the dogs sensed the bear and rushed at him. From all yards they run, they bark!

The bear was frightened, put the box at the gate and set off into the forest without looking back.

Then grandfather and grandmother came out to the gate. They see - the box is worth it.

- What's in the box? Grandma says.

And grandfather lifted the lid, looks and does not believe his eyes: Masha is in the box, sitting, alive and well.

Grandpa and grandma rejoiced. They began to hug, kiss, and call Mashenka a clever girl.

Russian folk tale "Teremok"

Stands in the field Teremok.

A mouse runs past. I saw the tower, stopped and asked:

Nobody responds.

The mouse entered the tower and began to live in it. A frog jumped up to the tower and asked:

- I'm a mouse-norushka! And who are you?

- And I'm a frog.

- Come live with me!

The frog jumped into the tower. They began to live together.

Runaway bunny runs past. Stop and ask:

Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?

- I'm a mouse-norushka!

- I'm a frog. And who are you?

- I'm a runaway bunny.

- Come live with us!

Hare jump into the tower! They began to live together.

There is a fox-sister. She knocked on the window and asked:

- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?

- I'm a mouse.

- I'm a frog.

- I'm a runaway bunny.

- And who are you?

- And I'm a fox-sister.

- Come live with us!

The fox climbed into the tower. The four of them began to live.

A top-gray barrel came running, looked in the door and asked:

- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?

- I'm a mouse.

- I'm a frog.

- I'm a runaway bunny.

- I'm a fox-sister.

- And who are you?

- And I'm a top-gray barrel.

- Come live with us!

The wolf got into the tower. The five of us began to live.

Here they all live in the tower, they sing songs.

Suddenly a clumsy bear walks by. The bear saw the Teremok, heard the songs, stopped and roared at the top of his lungs:

- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?

- I'm a mouse.

- I'm a frog.

- I'm a runaway bunny.

- I'm a fox-sister.

- I, a top-gray barrel.

- And who are you?

- And I'm a clumsy bear.

- Come live with us!

The bear climbed into the tower. Lez-climb, climb-climb—he couldn’t get in and says:

“I’d rather live on your roof.”

The bear climbed onto the roof. Just sat down - fuck! - crushed the teremok.

The tower crackled, fell on its side and fell apart.

They barely managed to jump out of it: a mouse-louse, a frog-frog, a runaway bunny, a fox-sister, a top-gray barrel - all are safe and sound.

They began to carry logs, cut boards - to build a new tower. Built better than before!

Tolstoy Lev Nikolaevich "Three Bears"

One girl left home for the forest. She got lost in the forest and began to look for her way home, but she did not find it, but came to the house in the forest.

The door was open: she looked through the door, saw that there was no one in the house, and entered. Three bears lived in this house. One bear was a father, his name was Mikhail Ivanovich. He was big and shaggy. The other was a bear. She was smaller, and her name was Nastasya Petrovna. The third was a little bear cub, and his name was Mishutka. The bears were not at home, they went for a walk in the forest.

There were two rooms in the house: one dining room, the other bedroom. The girl entered the dining room and saw three cups of stew on the table. The first cup, a very large one, was by Mikhayla Ivanovicheva. The second cup, smaller, was Nastasya Petrovnina; the third, little blue cup, was Mishutkin. Beside each cup lay a spoon: large, medium and small.

The girl took the biggest spoon and drank from the biggest cup; then she took a medium spoon and sipped from the middle cup, then she took a small spoon and sipped from the little blue cup; and Mishutkin's stew seemed to her the best.

The girl wanted to sit down and saw three chairs at the table: one large, Mikhayla Ivanych's, another smaller one, Nastasya Petrovnin's, and the third, small, with a little blue cushion, Mishutkin's. She climbed onto a large chair and fell; then she sat down on the middle chair, it was awkward on it, then she sat down on the small chair and laughed, it was so good. She took the little blue cup on her knees and began to eat. She ate all the stew and began to swing on a chair.

The chair broke and she fell to the floor. She got up, picked up a chair and went to another room. There were three beds: one large bed for Mikhail Ivanychev, another medium bed for Nastasya Petrovnina, and a third small one for Mishenkina. The girl lay down in a large one, it was too spacious for her; lay down in the middle—it was too high; she lay down in the little one - the bed fit her just right, and she fell asleep.

And the bears came home hungry and wanted to have dinner. The big bear took his cup, looked and roared in a terrible voice: “Who drank in my cup!”

Nastasya Petrovna looked at her cup and growled not so loudly: "Who drank in my cup!"

But Mishutka saw his empty cup and squeaked in a thin voice: “Who sipped in my cup and sipped everything!”

Mikhailo Ivanovich looked at his chair and growled in a terrible voice: "Who was sitting on my chair and moved it!"

Nastasya Petrovna glanced at her chair and growled not so loudly: "Who was sitting on my chair and moved it!"

Mishutka looked at his broken chair and squeaked: “Who was sitting on my chair and broke it!”

The bears came to another room. "Who got into my bed and crushed it!" roared Mikhailo Ivanovich in a terrible voice. "Who got into my bed and crushed it!" growled Nastasya Petrovna, not so loudly. And Mishenka put up a bench, climbed into his bed and squeaked in a thin voice: “Who went to bed in my bed!” And suddenly he saw the girl and squealed as if he was being cut: “Here she is! Hold it, hold it! There she is! There she is! Ay-yay! Hold on!

He wanted to bite her. The girl opened her eyes, saw the bears and rushed to the window. The window was open, she jumped out the window and ran away. And the bears did not catch up with her.

Brothers Grimm, Jacob and Wilhelm "Pot of porridge"

There lived a girl. The girl went to the forest for berries and met an old woman there.

“Hello, girl,” the old woman said to her. Give me berries, please.

“Here, grandma,” the girl says.

The old woman ate the berries and said:

- You gave me berries, and I will give you something too. Here's a pot for you. All you have to do is say:

- One two Three,

Pot, cook! —

and he will start cooking delicious, sweet porridge.

And you say to him:

- One two Three,

Boil no more! —

and he will stop cooking.

“Thank you, grandmother,” the girl said, took the pot and went home to her mother.

The mother was delighted with this pot.

And how not to rejoice? Without labor and hassle, delicious, sweet porridge is always ready for lunch.

Once a girl left the house somewhere, and her mother put the pot in front of her and said:

- One two Three,

Pot, cook! —

he started cooking. Made a lot of porridge. Mother ate, became full. And the pot cooks everything and cooks porridge. How to stop it? Should have said:

- One two Three,

Boil no more! —

Yes, the mother forgot these words, but the girl was not at home.

The pot cooks and cooks. Already the whole room is full of porridge, there is porridge in the hallway, and porridge on the porch, and porridge on the street, and he cooks and cooks everything.

The mother was frightened, ran after the girl, but she couldn’t get across the road - hot porridge flows like a river.

Good thing the girl was close to home. She saw what was happening in the street, and ran home. Somehow she climbed onto the porch, opened the door and shouted:

- One two Three,

Boil no more! —

and the pot stopped cooking porridge. And he cooked so much of it that the one who had to go from the village to the city had to eat his way through the porridge.

But no one complained about it. The porridge was very tasty and sweet.

Eskimo fairy tale "How the fox offended the bull"

Once a fox was walking along the seashore. And the goby, a sea fish, leaned out of the water and began to look at the fox.

The fox saw the goby and sang:

- bull, bull,

goggle-eyed,

Bull, bull,

bigmouth,

Bull, bull,

Spiny barrel!

And the bull says to her:

- And you are shaggy, and your eyes are round! And you can't live in the sea!

The little fox cried and ran home. The mother fox asks:

Who offended you, daughter? Why are you crying?

How can I not cry? The sea goby offended me. He told me that I was shaggy and my eyes were round.

And the fox asks:

"And you didn't tell him anything?" Foxy says:

- Said.

- What did you say to him? the fox asked.

- And I told him that he was bug-eyed and big-mouthed.

“You see,” said the mother fox, “you offended him first.

Today, there are fewer and fewer parents who read bedtime stories to their children. Most of us prefer to turn on the “cartoon” for the child and calmly go about our business. But what about intellectual and spiritual communication? Psychologists say that fairy tales that parents read to their children before going to bed not only develop the child's imagination, broaden their horizons, but also enrich them spiritually. Among other things, the evening ritual of reading fairy tales brings parents and children closer, allowing them to fully communicate.

In the circle of the day modern parents constantly no time. Once - in detail and in an accessible way to answer the question asked by the child. Once - listen to the baby, share his worries and experiences. Once - to talk heart to heart. Evening reading of fairy tales is a great opportunity to be alone with your child, to fully focus on his worldview. A fairy tale is an ideal assistant in the formation of high moral ideals. Fairy tales are not just simple stories, they are universal, developing programs that help our children get used to this world. No wonder there is a direction in psychology, which is called "".

A banal reading of fairy tales at bedtime can help your child get rid of obsessive fears, find solutions to children's problems, prepare for a difficult adult life. Reading bedtime stories allows parents to get to know their child better. Even the most naughty kid ready to perceive any information in a "magic wrapper". The tale is the maximum effective method correcting the child's behavior. Reading together helps to establish emotional contact between parent and child. According to scientists, children, after reading a fairy tale, fall asleep faster and sleep peacefully. Their psyche is more stable, their emotional intelligence is higher, and their memory is better.

At the beginning of the article, we wanted to remind parents of the invaluable benefits of fairy tales. We hope we succeeded. In this article, we want to bring to the attention of parents a list of literature for children of two, three years. We understand that not every fairy tale from our list may appeal to you and your child. Therefore, of course, the choice remains with the parents. It is they who will decide which works to read to their baby before going to bed. And, of course, we have compiled a separate list of Russian folk tales.

Fairy tales and stories to read before bed for children 2-3 years old - a list

AT modern society As never before, the importance of Russian folk tales has increased. "Newfangled" authors very often write fairy tales that perform exclusively entertaining functions. As a result, the significance of fairy tales in the moral and spiritual education of children is losing its relevance.

Some parents mistakenly think that all fairy tales are the same. But this is far from true. It is the Russian folk tale that conveys the wisdom of many generations and opens up truly limitless pedagogical opportunities for parents.

The main advantages of Russian folk tales:

• Captivating plot and depth of ideas.
• High educational orientation.
• Singing, poetic language.
• Frequently repeated definitions that are easy for children to memorize.
• A special dynamism of the story.
• The texts are imaginative and expressive.
• Folk tales are accessible and understandable for the youngest listeners.
• The Russian fairy tale fully reveals the philosophy, ethics and aesthetics of our people.

Russian folklore teaches children:

• Obedience.
• Mercy and tolerance.
• Friendliness.
• Sociability.
• Kindness.
• diligence.
• Selflessness.
• Diligence.

For example, the fairy tale "Teremok" introduces kids to the concept of "friendship". The fairy tale "Geese Swans" teaches love, obedience and responsibility.

List of Russian folk tales, songs and nursery rhymes for children 2-3 years old:

• Turnip.
• Princess Frog.
• Cat, rooster and fox.
• Bubble, straw and bast shoes.
• Zayushkin's hut.
• Like a goat built a hut.
• Noble bear.
• Chatty bird.
• A pot of porridge.
• Hare-boast.

Russian folk rhymes:

• Sweeties, sweeties.
• Bear is clumsy.
• Magpie-white-sided.
• Early in the morning.
• Loaf.
• Water-water.

• For babies at the age of two, child psychologists recommend reading simple fairy tales at bedtime, the main characters of which are animals. Fairy tales are perfect for evening reading: “Gingerbread Man”, “Ryaba Hen”, “Teremok”.
• Child psychologists insist that fairy tales and nursery rhymes sound for children in the folk version. It is these three fairy tales that fairy tale therapists recommend for mandatory reading at this age.
• It is not at all necessary to try to read a fairy tale in one evening. You can spread it out over several days. In this case, a two-year-old kid will look forward to continuing the story. The age-old problem of putting the baby to bed will disappear by itself.
• While reading, you should pause, highlight certain phrases with your voice, ask the child to repeat words and sentences. Experts say that at the age of two, kids can already closely follow the story and capture the essence of a fairy tale.

At three years old, not only Russian folk tales, but also entertaining stories written by Russian classics and modern authors . For example: “Geese-Swans”, “Masha and the Bears”, “Tales of the Stupid and Smart Mouse” by S. Marshak, “Grandma’s Garden” and “Apple” by V. Suteev, “The Tale of the Bed” by Tatyana Kholkina, “About Katyushkina Caprice » Olga Bykova. Fairy tales should be written in a simple and understandable language, the narration should be easy to understand, and the ending of the tale should be positive. At the age of three, it is already possible and necessary to discuss what has been read with children, to be interested in their opinion about the behavior of one or another fairy-tale hero.

One and the same fairy tale can be (and, according to some experts, it is necessary) to read several times. That is, it is desirable that the child remember the plot and be able to retell it himself.

List of fairy tales for three-year-olds:

• The Bremen Town Musicians.
• Red Riding Hood.
• Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.
• Tale of Vasilisa the Beautiful.
• Two greedy bear cubs.
• Three pigs.
• Three Bears.

Fairy tale therapists recommend that parents of young children who are naughty before going to bed and fall asleep badly, adopt bedtime fairy tales. These are short fairy tales that set children up for sleep. For example: "The Tale of the Deer Who Couldn't Sleep", A. Prokofiev's fairy tale "The Hare's Foot", Iris Review's fairy tale "How Tisha Searched for Sleep", "Lullaby Tale" by V. Postnikov.

Many parents prefer to sing a lullaby to their little ones before bed. Unfortunately, not all moms and dads do it flawlessly. Lullabies can be perfectly replaced by reading rhymed fairy tales.

List of rhyming lullabies for the little ones:

• A lullaby about a sparrow.
• The fairy tale goes to bed with us.
• Like looking for the sun. Shamonin-Versenev V.
• A star fell from the sky. T. Koval.

The best bedtime stories for children are the rhymed works of K. Chukovsky, S. Mikhalkov, E. Uspensky, S. Marshak. The AST publishing house released the book "The Best Bedtime Stories", which includes the works of all these authors.

At what age should children start reading fairy tales?

Fairy tale therapists believe that a child needs to read nursery rhymes and short fairy tales from birth. Of course, the baby is unlikely to understand their meaning, but he will definitely rejoice when he hears the gentle voice of his mother. At the age of one, children look at bright fairy-tale pictures with great interest and can already hold a book in their hands on their own. At two years old, babies listen carefully to the text and react to voice intonations. They try to understand the plot fairy tale. At the age of three, it is already difficult to find more grateful listeners.

What stories should not be read to a child before bedtime - tips

Of course, before going to bed, the child should not read "terrible" fairy tales. The mind of the child is too mobile. And the imagination is so rich that kids can see with their own eyes Koshchei the immortal, an evil witch or Baba Yaga.

The dreams of young children largely depend on the information they receive before falling asleep. Therefore, the plots of fairy tales should be kind and, of course, end well. Fairy tales should lull the child, so you need to read them in a quiet, calm voice.

Fairy tales for our little children are a kind of "encyclopedia" of life, according to which they learn different models behavior, begin to understand “what is good?” and “what is bad?”. And the older the child becomes, the more knowledge he draws from books, the wider his vocabulary becomes. He learns new words, compares behavior and actions fairytale heroes learning to think and reason. No wonder A.S. Pushkin said that reading is the best teaching!

Let's switch necks! - offered the piglet Button to the giraffe Dolgovyazik.

I'll give you mine, and you give me yours.

Why do you want my neck? asked the giraffe.

Useful - answered the piglet. - With a long neck, dictation in the lesson is easier to write off.

Why else?

And you can see everything in the cinema from any place.

Well, what else?

You can get apples on tall trees.

Uh, no! - said Dolgovyazik.

Such a wonderful neck will come in handy for me!

Fairy tale "Cat-fisherman"

Somehow the Cat went to the river to catch fish and met the Fox at the very edge. The Fox waved her fluffy tail and said in a honeyed voice:

Hello, kum-kumanyok, fluffy cat! I see you are going to fish?

Yes, I want to bring fish to my kittens.

The fox lowered her eyes and asked very quietly:

Maybe you can treat me to a fish too? And it's all chickens and ducks.

Cat chuckled.

So be it. I'll give you the first fish.

I don't know how to thank you.

My first fish, my first fish!

And then, from behind the trunk of a shaggy spruce, a large shaggy Gray Wolf came out to meet them.

Hello, brother! Wolf croaked. - Do you go fishing?

Yes, I want kittens

Well, will you throw some fish to me, brother? And then all goats and sheep, goats and rams I would like something postnenko!

Cat chuckled.

OK. The first fish is for Fox, and the second is for you!

Well done brother! Thank you!

And my second! And my second!

Suddenly a Bear came out of the thicket. I saw a cat with a fishing rod, how he roared:

Hey son! Are you fishing?

I want kittens.

Listen, son, can't you give me, an old man, a fish? I love fish to death! And then all the bulls and cows with horns and hooves.

The cat grinned in his mustache, says:

I promised the first fish to the Fox, the second to the Wolf, and there will be a third for you.

Let the third, only to the biggest!

The Cat is walking ahead, the Fox is running after him, the Wolf is sneaking behind the Fox, and the Bear is stomping behind everyone.

The first fish - chur, mine! - fox whispers.

And the second - mine - Wolf mutters.

And the third one is mine! - Bear growls.

So they all came to the river. The cat took off the bag, put a bucket next to it, and began to unwind the fishing rod. The Fox, the Wolf and the Bear have settled down in the bushes nearby: they are waiting for their share of the catch.

He planted the Cat on the hook of a worm, threw a fishing rod, sat down comfortably and stared at the float. Buddies in the bushes also keep their eyes on the float. Are waiting.

Fox whispers:

Catch, fish, big and small.

And suddenly the float trembled. Lisa gasped.

Ah, my fish are biting!

The float on the water danced and jumped; circles ran from him in all directions.

Pull! Pull! Get my fish! Lisa screamed. The cat was frightened - pulled. The fish flashed silver and with a splash went under the water.

Broke! Wolf croaked. - Hurry up, stupid, raised a cry. Well, now it's my turn! Mine won't break!

The Cat planted a new worm on the hook and threw the bait again. The wolf rubs its paws and says:

Catch, fish, big and big. Catch.

Just then the float shuddered and went for a walk on the water. The cat has already taken the rod in its paw.

Don't pull! Wolf growls. - Let the fish hold on tight.

The cat let go of the fishing rod, and the float suddenly stopped immediately.

Here now drag! Wolf commanded.

The cat pulled the fishing rod - at the end of the fishing line, a bare hook dangles.

Wait, - Lisa giggled. - Your fish ate the whole worm!

The cat planted a new worm on the hook and cast the bait for the third time.

Well, it's quiet now! - barked the Bear. - If you scare away my fish - I'll tell you! .. Here it is !!!

The float all went under the water, the fishing line stretched like a string: it is about to break.

Ho-ho! - the Bear rejoices. - That's mine! As punished, the biggest!

The cat is barely holding on to the shore: a fish, just look, it will be dragged into the water. Now a terrible, mustachioed muzzle has already appeared from the water. That's so catfish!

I'm the first, this is mine!.. I won't let you!!! - suddenly shrieked the Fox and rushed into the river.

No-o-o-o, you're being naughty. Mine will! - the Wolf growled and dived after the Fox. The bear on the shore roars at the top of his lungs:

Robbed! .. Robbers! ..

And in the water there is already a battle going on: the Wolf and the Fox are pulling out fish from each other. The bear did not think for a long time and, with a run, also flopped into the water.

The water in the river boils like a cauldron. Every now and then someone's head pops up: either a fox, or a wolf, or a bear. Why they fight is unknown. The fish have long since gone.

The Cat grinned in his mustache, wound up his fishing rod and went to look for another place, where it was quieter.

Fairy tale "The rabbit who was not afraid of anyone"

Glory comes when you don't expect it. So she came to the gray rabbit Kocheryzhka, who one day became famous. That day, the rabbit Kocheryzhka met the Bear in the forest.

This is my t-r-ropinka! - muttered the Bear, wanting to jokingly scare the rabbit. But Kocheryzhka didn’t even move his ear, greeted him and walked by, as if nothing had happened.

The bear was even taken aback by surprise. On that day, Stumpy Rabbit ran into Tiger on a suspension bridge.

Here I'll show you! - the Tiger pounced on the rabbit.

But Rabbit Kocheryka was not at all frightened. He only asked:

Is that what you said?

On that day, the rabbit Kocheryzhka accidentally stepped on the paw of the Lion himself.

I'll crush you, krrrolchishka, in porrrroshok! Lev growled angrily.

Then he raised his hat, bowed, and moved on. The tiger was even taken aback by such unheard-of insolence.

Glad to see you, - said Kocheryzhka, smiled and patted the dumbfounded Lion on the back.

All this was seen and heard by Eita's parrot and blabbed everywhere. Then animals and birds began to praise in every way the rabbit Kocheryzhka, who is not afraid of anyone. No wonder they say that fame has wings. Kocheryzhka was just approaching his house, and fame was already waiting for the hero on his own street.

Well done! You're just great, Stump! - the donkey Alphabet rushed towards him.

We have already renamed our Cabbage Street. It is now called "Rabbit Kocheryzhka Street".

Wait! What are you saying? I hear nothing. Ah, I remembered! After all, yesterday I plugged my ears with cotton, because the music behind the wall prevented me from sleeping.

And the rabbit took the cotton out of his ears.

Now, it's a completely different thing, I hear everything again. So what happened here? - he turned to the surprised donkey.

And then the Alphabet donkey understood why his friend Kocheryzhka was not afraid of either the Bear, or the Tiger, or even the Lion himself. He simply did not hear their terrible threats. Or maybe he heard and was not afraid? Who knows? But the street was not renamed. So it is called now - Kocheryzhkina street. And when the grandchildren of Kocheryzhka pass along the street, they usually rush after them:

Look! There are the grandchildren of that same rabbit who was not afraid of anyone!

Fairy tale "Fox-sister and wolf"

From the collection of A.N. Afanasyev "Russian children's fairy tales"

There lived a grandfather and a woman. Once a grandfather says to a woman:

You, woman, bake pies, and I will harness the sleigh and go for fish.

Caught fish and carries home a whole cart. Here he goes and sees: the fox curled up and lies on the road.

Grandfather got down from the cart, went up to the fox, but she didn’t stir, she lay there as if dead.
- Here is a gift for my wife! - said the grandfather, took the fox and put it on the cart, and he went ahead.

And the chanterelle only needed this: she began to throw out slowly from the cart everything for a fish and a fish, everything for a fish and a fish. She threw out all the fish and left.

Well, old woman, - says the grandfather, - what kind of collar did I bring you for a fur coat!

There, on the cart - both the fish and the collar.

The woman came up to the cart: no collar, no fish - and began to scold her husband:

Oh, you are so-and-so! You still dare to cheat!

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

Meanwhile, the chanterelle gathered all the scattered fish in a pile, sat down on the road and eats for itself.

A gray wolf comes to her:

Hello sister! Give me fish!

Catch yourself and eat.

I can not!

Eka, because I caught it! Go to the river, dip your tail into the hole, sit and say: “Catch, fish, both small and large! Catch, fish, both small and large! The fish itself is on your tail and clings.

The wolf ran to the river, lowered his tail into the hole, sits and says:

Catch, fish, big and small!

And the cold is getting stronger and stronger. The wolf's tail froze tightly. The wolf sat on the river all night.

And in the morning the women came to the hole for water, saw the wolf and shouted:

Wolf, wolf! Beat him!

The wolf - back and forth, can not pull the tail. Baba threw the buckets and began to beat him with a yoke. Bila-bila, the wolf torn, torn, tore off his tail and took to his heels.

A wolf runs, and a fox meets him, his head is tied with a scarf.

So, - the wolf cries, - did you teach me how to fish? They beat me, cut off my tail!

Eh, wolf! - says the fox. “Your tail was torn off, but my whole head was smashed. I'm running hard!

And that's true, says the wolf. - Where are you, fox, go. Get on me, I'll take you.

A fox rides on a wolf and chuckles: “The beaten one is lucky. The wolf has no mind, no sense!

Fairy tale "Fox with a rolling pin"

Russian folktale

The fox walked along the path, found a rock. She got up and moved on. She came to the village and knocked on the hut:

Knock - knock - knock!

We are tight without you.

Yes, I will not press you: I myself will lie down on the bench, the tail under the bench, the rolling pin under the stove.

They let her in.

So she lay herself down on the bench, the tail under the bench, the rolling pin under the stove. Early in the morning the fox got up, burned his rolling pin, and then asked:

Where is my rock? Give me a chicken for her!

Man - nothing to do! - gave her a chicken for a rolling pin. The fox took the chicken, goes and sings:

The fox walked along the path,

Found a rock

For a rolling pin

Got a chicken!

She came to another village:

Knock - knock - knock!

I'm a fox-sister! Let's sleep over!

We are tight without you.

Yes, I will not press you: I myself will lie down on the bench, the tail under the bench, the chicken under the stove.

They let her in. The fox lay down on the bench by itself, the tail under the bench, and the hen under the stove. Early in the morning, the fox slowly got up, grabbed the chicken, ate it, and then said:

Where is my chicken? Give me a goose for her!

Nothing can be done, the owner had to give her a goose for a chicken.

The fox took the goose, goes and sings:

The fox walked along the path.

Found a rock

I took a chicken by the rock,

I took a goose for a chicken!

She came in the evening to the third village:

Knock - knock - knock!

I'm a fox-sister! Let's sleep over!

We are tight without you.

Yes, I will not press you: I myself will lie down on the bench, the tail under the bench, the goose under the stove.

They let her in. The fox lay down on the bench by itself, the tail under the bench, the goose under the stove. In the morning, at a little light, the fox jumped up, grabbed the goose, ate it and said:

And where is my goose? Give me a girl for her!

And it’s a pity to give a girl to a man. He put a big dog in a bag and gave it to the fox:

Take, fox, girl!

Here the fox took the bag, went out onto the road and said:

Girl, sing songs!

And the dog in the bag how growls! The fox was frightened, threw the bag - yes, run ... Then the dog jumped out of the bag - yes, after her! The fox ran from the dog - ran and darted into the hole under the stump. Sits there and says:

My ears, my ears! What did you do?

We all listened.

And you, legs, what did you do?

We all ran.

What about you, eyes?

We all looked.

What about you tail?

And I prevented you from running.

And you interfered! Well, wait, I'll ask you! - And stuck her tail out of the hole:

Eat it, dog! Then the dog grabbed the fox's tail, pulled the fox out of the hole and let's wag it!

Fairy tale "The Cockerel and the Beanstalk"

Russian folktale

There lived a cockerel and a hen. The cockerel was in a hurry, and the hen says:

Petya, don't rush. Petya, don't be in a hurry.

Once a cockerel was pecking at bean seeds and in a hurry and choked. Choking, not breathing, as if dead. The chicken was frightened, rushed to the hostess, shouting:

Oh, hostess, give me some oil, grease the neck: he choked on a bean seed.

Run quickly to the cow, ask her for milk, and then I will beat the butter.

The hen rushed to the cow.

Cow, dove, give me milk as soon as possible, the hostess will knock butter out of milk, I will grease the neck of the cockerel with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.

Go quickly to the owner. Let him bring me fresh grass.

The chicken runs to the owner.

Master! Hurry, give the cow fresh grass, she will give milk, the hostess will knock butter out of milk, I will grease the cockerel's neck with butter: he choked, he lies not breathing.

Run quickly to the blacksmith for a scythe.

The hen rushed with all its might to the blacksmith.

Blacksmith, give the master a good scythe. The owner will give grass to the cow, the cow will give milk, the hostess will give me butter, I will grease the neck of the cockerel: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.

The blacksmith gave the owner a new braid, the owner mowed fresh grass, the cow gave milk, the hostess churned butter, gave butter to the hen. The chicken smeared the neck of the cockerel. The bean seed slipped through. The cockerel jumped up and shouted at the top of his lungs: “Ku-ka-re-ku!”

Fairy tale "Caught that bit"

The beaver ran to the badger and asked:

Your footprint on the edge?

My! - answers the badger.

Well, I congratulate you! The fox is following you.

Where is it going? - the badger was frightened.

Here goes!

Maybe it's not your footprint yet, - said the beaver.

Not mine. This is a mouse trail. It's behind him, so the fox...

Is it good to pester the big ones?” the fox asked, grabbed the beaver and threw it away. The beaver fell right into the hollow to the forest bees.

I don't eat honey, said the beaver quickly. He's nasty.

The bees were indignant and rushed to the beaver.

No, no, - the beaver corrected, - honey is fine, but I don’t eat it.

And the badger caught up with the mouse and shouted:

Mouse, run!

Where to run? - the mouse was surprised.

The badger wanted to explain everything to him, but the fox threatened the badger with his fist from behind a tree.

Uh-uh ... - said the cowardly badger, - run wherever you want. Go. Walk.

Why didn't you warn the mouse? asked the beaver.

Why didn't you stop the fox? asked the badger.

The mouse walked and did not notice anything. And the fox crept up quite close. The mouse went out into the clearing, and there was a hut.

A hare is sitting in the window, drinking tea.

Hey, little mouse, - said the hare, - and behind you is this ... like his ... red fox.

Where? - the mouse rejoiced.

He turned around, saw the fox and shouted:

Aha! Caught that bit!

And the mouse rushed at the fox. The fox was at first confused, but then he nevertheless grabbed the mouse. And then a bear peeked out of the window.

What happened? - he asked.

Ah ... nothing! - answered the hare. - They beat the fox.

The fox was frightened of the bear and released the mouse. And the mouse hit the fox right in the nose.

A beaver and a badger watched the whole scene from behind a bush and "cheered" for the mouse.

Eh! That's not how it should have been hit! - said the beaver.

But as? asked the badger.

Beaver showed how.

Get this one of yours away from me! - the fox shouted and backed away from the mouse.

Finally, the fox could not stand it and rushed to run away. The mouse ran after him. The beaver and the badger also chased. But the fox ran so fast that he was not caught.

Don't be afraid of him, - said the mouse to his friends. - If anything, you call me.

And they all sang a song together:

We are in good mood we walk through the forests.

Whoever wants to offend us - he will get a mustache.

Fairy tale "Different wheels"

There is a stump, on a stump - a teremok. And in the tower live Mushka, Frog, Hedgehog and Golden Scallop Cockerel. Somehow they went to the forest for flowers, for mushrooms, for berries. We walked and walked through the forest and came out into a clearing. They look - and there is an empty cart. The cart is empty, but not simple - all the wheels are different: one is a very small wheel, the other is larger, the third is medium, and the fourth is a big, very big wheel. The cart seems to have been standing for a long time: mushrooms grow under it. Fly, Frog, Hedgehog and Cockerel are standing, looking and wondering. Then the Hare jumped out of the bushes onto the road, also looks, laughs.

Is this your cart? - ask the Hare.

No, it's Bear's cart. He did it, did it, did not finish it, and abandoned it. Here she stands.

- Let's take the cart home, - said the Hedgehog. Useful on the farm.

Come on, the others said.

They all began to push the cart, but it does not go: all its wheels are different.

Again the Hedgehog guessed:

Let's take everything on the wheel.

Let's!

They removed the wheels from the cart, and rolled home: Fly - a small wheel, Hedgehog - more, Frog - medium ... And the Cockerel jumped onto the largest wheel, sorted it out with his legs, flapped his wings and shouted:

Ku-ka-re-ku!

The hare laughs: - Here are the eccentrics, different wheels rolled home!

Meanwhile, Fly, Hedgehog, Frog and Cockerel rolled the wheels home and thought: what to do with them?

I know, - said Mushka, took the smallest wheel - she made a spinning wheel. The hedgehog attached two sticks to his wheel - the wheelbarrow came out.

I also came up with, - said the Frog, and attached a larger wheel to the well, so that it would be better to take water. And the Cockerel lowered the big wheel into the stream, put the millstones and built the mill.

All the wheels on the farm came in handy: A fly spins threads on a spinning wheel, A frog carries water from a well - waters a garden, A hedgehog carries mushrooms, berries, firewood from a forest on a wheelbarrow. And the Cockerel grinds flour in the mill. Somehow the Hare came to them to see their life.

And he was received as a dear guest: Mushka knitted his mittens, Frog treated him with carrots from the garden, Hedgehog - mushrooms and berries, and Cockerel with pies and cheesecakes. The Hare was embarrassed.

Forgive me, he says, I laughed at you, and now I see - in capable hands, different wheels can come in handy.

Fairy tale "Mitten"

Russian folktale

The grandfather was walking through the forest, and the dog was running after him. Grandfather walked, walked, and dropped his mitten. Here is a mouse running, got into this mitten and says:

Here I will live.

And at this time the frog jump-jump! asks:

Who, who lives in a mitten?

Mouse-scratch. And who are you?

And I'm a jumping frog. Let me go too!

Here are two of them. Bunny is running. He ran up to the mitten and asked:

Who, who lives in a mitten?

Scratching mouse, jumping frog. And who are you?

And I'm a runaway bunny. Let me go too!

Go. Here are three of them.

fox running:

Who, who lives in a mitten?

A scratching mouse, a jumping frog and a running bunny. And who are you?

And I'm a fox-sister. Let me go too!

There are already four of them. Look, a top runs - and also to the mitten, and asks: - Who, who lives in the mitten?

A scratching mouse, a jumping frog, a running bunny and a sister fox. And who are you?

And I'm a top - a gray barrel. Let me go too!

Well, go!

This one got in, there were already five of them. Out of nowhere - a wild boar wanders:

Chro-chro-chro, who lives in a mitten?

A scratching mouse, a jumping frog, a running bunny, a fox-sister and a spinning top - a gray barrel. And who are you?

And I'm a fang boar. Let me go too! That's the trouble, everyone is hunting in a mitten.

You can't even get in!

Somehow I'll get in, let me in!

Well, what can you do with you, climb!

Get in this one too. There are already six of them. And they are so crowded that they can’t turn around! And then the branches crackled: a bear crawls out and also approaches the mitten, roars:

Who, who lives in a mitten?

A scratching mouse, a jumping frog, a runaway bunny, a sister fox, a spinning top - a gray barrel and a fang boar. And who are you?

Gu-gu-gu, there are too many of you! And I'm a teddy bear. Let me go too!

How can we let you in? Because it's so tight.

Yes, somehow!

Well, go, only from the edge!

This one got in too - seven became, and so crowded that the mitten of that and look, it will break. In the meantime, grandfather was missing - there is no mitten. He then returned to look for her. The dog ran forward. She ran, ran, looks - the mitten lies and moves. The dog then: - Woof-woof-woof! The animals were frightened, escaped from the mitten - and scattered through the forest. And grandfather came and took the mitten.

Fairy tale "Straw goby, tar barrel"

Russian folktale

There lived a grandfather and a woman. They lived in poverty. They didn't have a goat or a hen. This is what grandma says to grandpa:

Make me, grandfather, a straw bull and pitch it.

Why are you such a bull? - the grandfather was surprised.

Do it, I know why.

Grandfather made a bull out of straw and pitched it. The next morning the woman drove the bull to the meadow to graze, and she herself went home. Here the bear comes out of the forest. I saw a bull, went up to him and asked:

Who are you?

If you are resinous, let me patch up the tattered side of the straw.

Take it! - says the bull.

The bear grabs him by the side - and he's stuck, he can't tear his paw off.


Meanwhile, the woman looked out the window and to her grandfather:

Grandfather, a bull-calf caught a bear for us.

The grandfather jumped out, dragged the bear and threw it into the cellar. The next day, the woman again drove the bull to the meadow to graze, and she herself went home. Here a gray wolf jumps out of the forest. The wolf saw the bull and asked:

Who are you? Tell me!

I - straw goby, resin barrel.

If you are resinous, let me pitch the side of the resin, otherwise the dogs skinned me.

The wolf wanted to tear off the resin - and stuck. And the woman looked out the window and saw that the goby was dragging the wolf. I quickly told my grandfather. And grandfather put the wolf in the cellar.

The next day, the woman again took the bull to graze. This time the fox ran to the bull.

Who are you? - the fox asks the goby.

I am a straw bull, a tar barrel.

Give me a little bit of straw, goby, put it on my side, otherwise the dogs almost took off my skin.

The fox stuck too. Grandfather put the fox in the cellar. And the next day, the rabbit was also caught.

Here the grandfather sat down at the cellar and began to sharpen his knife. And the bear asks him:

Grandpa, why are you sharpening a knife?

I want to remove the skin from you, to sew a sheepskin coat.

Oh, don't ruin it, let it go free, and I'll bring you honey. The grandfather released the bear, and he sharpens the knife further.

Grandpa, why are you sharpening a knife? - asks the wolf.

I'll skin you and sew your hats.

Oh, let me go, grandfather, I'll bring you sheep.

The grandfather released the wolf, and he continues to sharpen the knife. The fox stuck out its muzzle and asked:

Grandfather! Why are you sharpening your knife?

Oh, yours is good, fox skin on the collar.

Do not ruin me, grandfather, I will bring you geese.

Grandpa, why are you sharpening your knife now?

Bunnies have a soft, warm skin - good mittens will come out.

Don't ruin me! I'll bring you a bead, I'll bring you a ribbon, let it go free. Grandfather let him go.

The next morning, just before light, someone knocks on their door. Grandfather looked out - and this bear brought a whole hive of honey. Grandfather took honey, just lay down, and at the door again: knock-knock! Grandfather came out - and this wolf drove the sheep. Soon the fox brought chickens, geese and all kinds of birds. And the bunny pulled beads, and earrings, and ribbons. Both grandfather and grandmother are happy. They have lived well ever since.