Owls are a cunning fox and a clever duck. Non-fairy tales: Sly Fox and smart Duck - Vitaly Bianki. Read the tale Sly Fox and the Smart Duck

Autumn. Cunning fox thinks:
“The ducks have gathered for departure. Let me go to the river - I’ll get a duck ”.
I crept up from behind a bush and saw: it’s true, a whole flock of ducks by the shore. One Duck stands under the very bush, pawing feathers in the wing.
Fox grab her wing!
The Duck rushed with all his strength. I left the feathers in the Fox's teeth.
“Oh, you! .. - The fox thinks. - Burst out like ... "
The flock got alarmed, climbed on the wing and flew away.
And this Duck could not with her: the wing was broken, the feathers were torn out. She hid in the reeds, away from the shore.
The Fox left with nothing.
* * *
Winter. Sly Fox thinks:
“The lake is frozen. Now my Duck will not go anywhere from me: wherever it goes in the snow, it will inherit it, and I will find it on its trail. "
I came to the river - that's right: legs with membranes were left in the snow near the shore. And the Duck herself is sitting under the same bush, all fluffed up.
Here the key beats out of the ground, does not allow the ice to freeze, - a warm wormwood, and steam comes from it.
The Fox rushed to the Duck, and the Duck dived from him! - and went under the ice.
“Oh, you! .. - The fox thinks. - She drowned herself ... "
Left with nothing.
* * *
Spring. The sly Fox thinks: “The ice on the river is melting. I'll go eat the frozen duck. "
He came, and the Duck was swimming under the bush - alive, healthy!
She then dived under the ice and jumped out into the wormwood - under the other shore: there, too, was the key.
So she lived all winter.
“Oh, you! .. - The fox thinks. - Wait, now I'll throw myself into the water for you ... "
- In vain, in vain, in vain! - grunted the Duck.
Flit from the water and flew away.
During the winter, her wing healed and new feathers grew. - THE END -

Autumn. Sly Fox thinks:
“The ducks have gathered for departure. Let me go to the river - I’ll get a duck ”.
I crept up from behind a bush and saw: it’s true, a whole flock of ducks by the shore. One Duck stands under the very bush, pawing feathers in the wing.
Fox grab her wing!
The Duck rushed with all his strength. I left the feathers in the Fox's teeth.
"Oh you! - The fox is thinking. - Escaped like. . "
The flock got alarmed, climbed on the wing and flew away.
But this Duck remained: her wing was broken, her feathers were torn out.
She hid in the reeds, away from the shore.
The Fox left with nothing.
Winter. Sly Fox thinks:
“The lake is frozen. Now my Duck will not go anywhere from me: wherever it goes in the snow, it will inherit it, and I will find it on its trail. "
I came to the river - that's right: legs with membranes were left in the snow near the shore. And the Duck herself is sitting under the same bush, all fluffed up.
Here the key beats out of the ground, does not allow the ice to freeze, - a warm wormwood, and steam comes from it.
The Fox rushed to the Duck, and the Duck dived from him! - And went under the ice.
"Oh you!. - The fox is thinking. - She drowned herself .. "
Left with nothing.
Spring. Sly Fox thinks:
“Ice on the river is melting. I'll go eat the frozen duck. "
He came, and the Duck was swimming under the bush - alive, healthy!
She then dived under the ice and jumped out into the wormwood - under the other shore: there, too, was the key.
So she lived all winter.
“Oh, you! .. - The fox thinks. - Wait, now I'll throw myself into the water for you ... "
- In vain, in vain, in vain! - grunted the Duck.
Flutter from the water - and flew away.
During the winter, her wing healed and new feathers grew back.

Information for parents: Sly Fox and smart duck - instructive tale Vitaly Valentinovich Bianchi pro forest dwellers... The fox, who wished to feast on the duck, was left with nothing. The clever duck deceived him and survived. This short tale suitable for reading at night. It is useful for children from 2 to 5 years old to read it. Six-year-olds can read it on their own.

Read the tale Sly Fox and the Smart Duck

Autumn. Sly Fox thinks:

“The ducks have gathered for departure. Let me go to the river - I’ll get a duck ”.

I crept up from behind a bush and saw: it’s true, a whole flock of ducks by the shore. One Duck stands under the very bush, pawing feathers in the wing.

Fox grab her wing!

The Duck rushed with all his strength. I left the feathers in the Fox's teeth.

“Oh, you! .. - The fox thinks. - Burst out like ... "

The flock got alarmed, climbed on the wing and flew away.

And this Duck could not with her: the wing was broken, the feathers were torn out. She hid in the reeds, away from the shore.

The Fox left with nothing.

Winter. Sly Fox thinks:

“The lake is frozen. Now my Duck will not go anywhere from me: wherever it goes in the snow, it will inherit it, and I will find it on its trail. "

I came to the river - that's right: legs with membranes were left in the snow near the shore. And the Duck herself is sitting under the same bush, all fluffed up.

Here the key beats out of the ground, does not allow the ice to freeze, - a warm wormwood, and steam comes from it.

The Fox rushed to the Duck, and the Duck dived from him! - and went under the ice.

“Oh, you! .. - The fox thinks. - She drowned herself ... "

Left with nothing.

Spring. The sly Fox thinks: “The ice on the river is melting. I'll go eat the frozen duck. "

He came, and the Duck was swimming under the bush - alive, healthy!

She then dived under the ice and jumped out into the wormwood - under the other shore: there, too, was the key.

So she lived all winter.

“Oh, you! .. - The fox thinks. - Wait, now I'll throw myself into the water for you ... "

In vain, in vain, in vain! - grunted the Duck.

Flit from the water and flew away.

During the winter, her wing healed and new feathers grew.

Autumn. Sly Fox thinks:
“The ducks have gathered for departure. Let me go to the river - I’ll get a duck ”.
I crept up from behind a bush and saw: it’s true, a whole flock of ducks by the shore. One Duck stands under the very bush, pawing feathers in the wing.
Fox grab her wing!
The Duck rushed with all his strength. I left the feathers in the Fox's teeth.
"Oh you! - The fox is thinking. - Escaped like. . "
The flock got alarmed, climbed on the wing and flew away.
But this Duck remained: her wing was broken, her feathers were torn out.
She hid in the reeds, away from the shore.
The Fox left with nothing.
Winter. Sly Fox thinks:
“The lake is frozen. Now my Duck will not go anywhere from me: wherever it goes in the snow, it will inherit it, and I will find it on its trail. "
I came to the river - that's right: legs with membranes were left in the snow near the shore. And the Duck herself is sitting under the same bush, all fluffed up.
Here the key beats out of the ground, does not allow the ice to freeze, - a warm wormwood, and steam comes from it.
The Fox rushed to the Duck, and the Duck dived from him! - And went under the ice.
"Oh you!. - The fox is thinking. - She drowned herself .. "
Left with nothing.
Spring. Sly Fox thinks:
“Ice on the river is melting. I'll go eat the frozen duck. "
He came, and the Duck was swimming under the bush - alive, healthy!
She then dived under the ice and jumped out into the wormwood - under the other shore: there, too, was the key.
So she lived all winter.
“Oh, you! .. - The fox thinks. - Wait, now I'll throw myself into the water for you ... "
- In vain, in vain, in vain! - grunted the Duck.
Flutter from the water - and flew away.
During the winter, her wing healed and new feathers grew back.