Topic: Ph.D. mother's Siberian "alyonushkin's fairy tales". proverb. Alenushka's fairy tales (Mamin-Sibiryak) read the text online, download free The tale of the brave hare - long ears, slanting eyes, short tail

Bayu-bayu-bayu ...

Sleep, Alyonushka, sleep, beauty, and dad will tell stories. It seems that everything is here: the Siberian cat Vaska, and the shaggy country dog Postoiko, and the gray Little Mouse, and the Cricket behind the stove, and the motley Starling in a cage, and the bully Rooster.

Sleep, Alyonushka, now the fairy tale begins. There is already a tall moon looking out the window; yonder oblique hare hobbled on his felt boots; wolf eyes lit up with yellow lights; bear Teddy bear sucks its paw. The old Sparrow flew up to the very window, knocks his nose on the glass and asks: how soon? Everyone is here, everyone is assembled, and everyone is waiting for Alenushka's fairy tale.

One of Alyonushka's peepers is asleep, the other is looking; one ear of Alyonushka is asleep, the other is listening.

Bayu-bayu-bayu ...

A TALE ABOUT THE BRAVE HARE - LONG EARS, OBLIED EYES, SHORT TAIL

A bunny was born in the forest and was afraid of everything. A twig will crack somewhere, a bird will fly up, a lump of snow will fall from a tree - the bunny has a shower in its heels.

The bunny was afraid for a day, he was afraid for two, he was afraid for a week, he was afraid for a year; and then he grew up big, and suddenly he got tired of being afraid.

- I'm not afraid of anyone! - he shouted to the whole forest. - I'm not afraid at all, and that's it!

Old hares gathered, little hares came running, old hares came along - everyone listens to the Hare boasting - long ears, slanting eyes, short tail - they listen and do not believe their own ears. It has not yet happened that the hare was not afraid of anyone.

- Hey you, slanting eye, are you not afraid of the wolf?

- I'm not afraid of the wolf, and the fox, and the bear - I'm not afraid of anyone!

It turned out to be quite funny. The young hares giggled, covering their faces with their front paws, the good old hares laughed, even the old hares who had been in the fox's paws and tasted the wolf's teeth smiled. A very funny hare! .. Oh, how funny! And all of a sudden everyone became cheerful. They started tumbling, jumping, jumping, overtaking each other, as if everyone had gone crazy.

- What can I say for a long time! - shouted the Hare, finally becoming brave. - If I come across a wolf, then I'll eat it myself ...

- Oh, what a funny Hare! Oh, how stupid he is! ..

Everyone sees that he is both funny and stupid, and everyone laughs.

The hares are shouting about the wolf, and the wolf is right there.

He walked, walked in the woods on his wolfish business, got hungry and just thought: "It would be good to have a bunny to eat!" - as he hears that somewhere very close hares are screaming and he, the gray Wolf, is commemorated. Now he stopped, sniffed the air and began to sneak up.

The wolf came very close to the playing hares, hears them laughing at him, and most of all - the braggart Hare - slanting eyes, long ears, short tail.

"Eh, brother, wait, I'll eat you!" - thought the gray Wolf and began to look out, which the hare boasts of his courage. And the hares see nothing and are having fun more than ever. In the end, the braggart Hare climbed onto a tree stump, sat on its hind legs and spoke:

- Listen, you cowards! Listen and watch me! Now I will show you one piece. I ... I ... I ...

Here the braggart's tongue is definitely frozen.

The hare saw the Wolf looking at him. Others did not see, but he saw and did not dare to die.

The bouncing hare jumped upwards like a ball, and in fear fell directly on the wide wolf's forehead, rolled head over heels on the wolf's back, turned over again in the air and then gave such a snatch that it seemed he was ready to jump out of his own skin.

The unfortunate Bunny ran for a long time, ran until he was completely exhausted.

It seemed to him that the Wolf was chasing at his heels and was about to grab him with his teeth.

Finally the poor fellow lost his strength, closed his eyes and fell dead under the bush.

And the Wolf at that time was running in the other direction. When the Hare fell on him, it seemed to him that someone had shot him.

And the Wolf ran away. You never know other hares in the forest, but this one was some kind of rabid ...

For a long time the rest of the hares could not come to their senses. Some escaped into the bushes, some hid behind a stump, some fell into a hole.

Finally, everyone got tired of hiding, and little by little they began to look out who were braver.

- And our Hare cleverly scared the Wolf! - everyone decided. - If it were not for him, we would not have left alive ... But where is he, our fearless Hare? ..

We started looking.

We walked, walked, there is no brave Hare anywhere. Had another wolf eaten it? Finally they found it: lying in a hole under a bush and barely alive from fear.

- Well done, oblique! - all the hares shouted with one voice. - Oh, yes, oblique! .. Dexterously you scared the old Wolf. Thank you brother! And we thought you were bragging.

The brave Hare immediately cheered up. He climbed out of his hole, shook himself, screwed up his eyes and said:

- What do you think! Eh you cowards ...

From that day on, the brave Hare began to believe himself that he was really not afraid of anyone.

Bayu-bayu-bayu ...

A TALE ABOUT THE KOZYAVOCHKA

Nobody saw how Kozyavochka was born.

It was a sunny spring day. The little goat looked around and said:

- Good!..

Kozyavochka spread her wings, rubbed her thin legs together, looked around and said:

- How good! .. What a warm sun, what a blue sky, what a green grass - good, good! .. And everything is mine! ..

She also rubbed Kozyavochka with her legs and flew away. Flies, admires everything and rejoices. And below the grass turns green, and hid in the grass The Scarlet Flower.

- Goat, come to me! - shouted the flower.

The little goat went down to the ground, climbed on the flower and began to drink the sweet flower juice.

- What a kind flower you are! - says Kozyavochka, wiping the stigma with his legs.

“Good, kind, but I don’t know how to walk,” the flower complained.

- And all the same it is good, - Kozyavochka assured. - And all mine ...

She didn't have time yet finish as a furry Bumblebee swooped in with a buzz - and straight to the flower:

- Lj ... Who got into my flower? Lj ... who drinks my sweet juice? Lj ... Oh, you trashy Booger, get out! Ljzh ... Get out before I stung you!

- Excuse me, what is it? - Squeaked Kozyavochka. - Everything, everything is mine ...

- Zhzhzh ... No, mine!

The little goat barely got away from the angry Bumblebee. She sat down on the grass, licked the legs, soaked in flower juice, and got angry:

- What a rude bumblebee! .. Even surprising! .. I also wanted to sting ... After all, everything is mine - and the sun, and grass, and flowers.

- No, excuse me - mine! - said the shaggy worm, climbing up the stalk of grass.

The little goat realized that the Little Worm could not fly, and spoke more boldly:

- Excuse me, Little Worm, you are mistaken ... I don’t bother you to crawl, but don’t argue with me! ..

- Okay, okay ... Just don't touch my weed. I don't like this, to admit to say ... You never know you are flying here ... You are a frivolous people, and I am a serious Worm ... Frankly speaking, everything belongs to me. I’ll crawl on the grass and eat it, I’ll crawl on any flower and eat it too. Goodbye!..

In a few hours Kozyavochka learned absolutely everything, namely: that, in addition to the sun, blue sky and green grass, there are also angry bumblebees, serious worms and various thorns on flowers. In a word, it turned out to be a great disappointment. The little goat was even offended. Have mercy, she was sure that everything belongs to her and was created for her, but here others think the same thing. No, something's not right ... It can't be.

- It's mine! She squeaked cheerfully. - My water ... Oh, how fun! .. Here and grass and flowers.

And other goats fly towards Kozyavochka.

- Hello, sister!

- Hello, dear ... Otherwise, I got bored with flying alone. What are you doing here?

It is dark outside. Snowing. He smashed the windows. Alyonushka, curled up in a ball, lies in bed. She never wants to fall asleep until dad tells the story.

Alyonushka's father, Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak, is a writer. He sits at a table, bending over the manuscript of his upcoming book. So he gets up, comes closer to Alyonushka's bed, sits in an easy chair, begins to talk ... The girl listens attentively about the stupid turkey who imagined that he was smarter than everyone else, about how the toys were gathered for the name day and what came of it. Fairy tales are wonderful, one is more interesting than the other. But one of Alyonushka's peepers is already asleep ... Sleep, Alyonushka, sleep, beauty.

Alyonushka falls asleep with her palm under her head. And it's still snowing outside the window ...

So the two of them spent the long winter evenings - father and daughter. Alyonushka grew up without a mother, her mother died long ago. The father loved the girl with all his heart and did everything to make her live well.

He looked at the sleeping daughter, and he remembered his own childhood years. They took place in a small factory village in the Urals. At that time, serfs were still working at the factory. They worked from early morning until late at night, but lived in poverty. But their masters and masters lived in luxury. In the early morning, as the workers walked to the plant, troikas flew past them. It was after the ball, which lasted all night, that the rich went home.

Dmitry Narkisovich grew up in a poor family. Every penny was counted in the house. But his parents were kind, sympathetic, and people were drawn to them. The boy loved it when factory artisans came to visit. They knew so many fairy tales and fascinating stories! Mamin-Sibiryak especially remembered the legend about the brave robber Marzak, who in ancient years was hiding in the Ural forest. Marzak attacked the rich, took away their property and distributed it to the poor. And the tsarist police never managed to catch him. The boy listened attentively to every word, he wanted to become as brave and fair as Marzak was.

The dense forest, where, according to legend, Marzak once hid, began a few minutes' walk from the house. Squirrels were jumping in the branches of the trees, a hare was sitting on the edge of the trees, and in the thicket one could meet the bear itself. Future writer studied all the paths. He wandered along the banks of the Chusovaya River, admired the chain of mountains covered with spruce and birch forests. These mountains had no end or edge, and therefore he always associated with nature "the idea of will, wild space."

The parents taught the boy to love the book. He was read by Pushkin and Gogol, Turgenev and Nekrasov. A passion for literature was born in him early. At sixteen, he already kept a diary.

Years have passed. Mamin-Sibiryak became the first writer to paint pictures of the life of the Urals. He created dozens of novels and stories, hundreds of stories. He lovingly portrayed the common people in them, their struggle against injustice and oppression.

Dmitry Narkisovich has many stories for children. He wanted to teach children to see and understand the beauty of nature, the wealth of the earth, to love and respect a working person. “It’s happiness to write for children,” he said.

Mamin-Sibiryak also wrote down those tales that he once told his daughter. He published them as a separate book and called it "Alyonushka's Tales".

In these fairy tales there are bright colors of a sunny day, the beauty of the generous Russian nature. Together with Alyonushka you will see forests, mountains, seas, deserts.

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

Names and nicknames help to better represent them.

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

Objects also come to life in his tales. Toys celebrate the holiday and even start a fight. Plants talk. In Time to Sleep, pampered garden flowers take pride in their beauty. They look like rich people in expensive dresses. But humble wildflowers are nicer to the writer.

Mamin-Sibiryak sympathizes with some of his heroes, laughs at others. He writes with respect about a working person, condemns a bum and a lazy person.

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

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

It is a great power to act together, together. How powerful a bear is, but mosquitoes, if they unite, can defeat a bear ("The Tale of Komar Komarovich - a long nose and about a furry Misha - a short tail").

Of all his books, Mamin-Sibiryak especially treasured Alyonushka's Tales. He said: "This is my favorite book - it was written by love itself, and therefore it will outlive everything else."

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Tales of Mamin-Sibiryak

Fairy tales

Alyonushkin's tales

Biography Mamin-Sibiryak Dmitry Narkisovich

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

Mamin-Sibiryak ( real surname Mamin) was born on November 6, 1852 in the Visimo-Shaitansky factory settlement of the Verkhotursky district of the Perm province, 140 km from Nizhny Tagil. This village, located in the depths of the Ural Mountains, was founded by Peter I, and the wealthy merchant Demidov built a plant here that produced iron. The father of the future writer was the factory priest Narkis Matveyevich Mamin (1827-1878). The family had four children. They lived modestly: my father received a small salary, a little more than a factory worker. For many years he taught children at the factory school for free. “Without work, I have not seen my father or mother. Their day was always full of work, ”recalled Dmitry Narkisovich.

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

He was educated at home, then studied at the Visim school for workers' children, later at the Yekaterinburg Theological School (1866-1868) and at the Perm Theological Seminary (1868-1872).
His first creative attempts belong to his stay here.

In the spring of 1871, Mamin moved to St. Petersburg and entered the Medical-Surgical Academy at the veterinary department, and then moved on to the medical department. In 1874 Mamin passed the exam at the university and, having spent about two years at the Faculty of Natural Sciences.

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

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

Once in his native places, Mamin-Sibiryak collects material for a new novel from Ural life... Trips around the Urals and the Urals expanded and deepened his knowledge of folk life. But new romance, conceived back in Petersburg, had to be postponed. My father fell ill and died in January 1878. Dmitry remained the sole breadwinner of a large family. In search of work, as well as to educate brothers and sisters, the family moved to Yekaterinburg in April 1878. But even in a large industrial city, a student who did not graduate did not manage to get a job. Dmitry began to give lessons to the lagging high school students. The tedious work paid poorly, but the teacher from Mamin turned out to be a good one, and he soon acquired the fame of the best tutor in the city. He did not leave literary work in a new place; when there was not enough time during the day, he wrote at night. Despite financial difficulties, he subscribed to books from St. Petersburg.

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

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

Mamin-Sibiryak took children's literature very seriously. He called the children's book a "living thread" that takes the child out of the nursery and connects him with the wide world of life. Addressing writers, his contemporaries, Mamin-Sibiryak urged them to truthfully tell children about the life and work of the people. He often said that only an honest and sincere book is useful: “A children's book is a spring Sunray, which makes the dormant forces of the child's soul awaken and causes the growth of seeds thrown on this fertile soil. "

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

Many works of Mamin-Sibiryak have become classics of world literature for children, discovering the high simplicity, noble naturalness of feelings and love for the life of their author, who inspires with the poetic skill of domestic animals, birds, flowers, insects (collection of stories Children's shadows, 1894; textbook stories of Emel- hunter, 1884; Winter on Studenaya, 1892; Seraya Sheika, 1893; Alenushkin's fairy tales, 1894-1896).

The last years of his life, the writer was seriously ill. On October 26, 1912, the fortieth anniversary of his creative activity was celebrated in St. Petersburg, but Mamin already badly perceived those who came to congratulate him - a week later, on November 15, 1912, he died. Many newspapers published obituaries. The Bolshevik newspaper Pravda dedicated a special article to Mamin-Sibiryak, in which it noted the great revolutionary significance of his works: “A bright, talented, heartfelt writer died, under whose pen the pages of the past of the Urals came to life, an entire era of capital march, rapacious, greedy, nothing". Pravda praised the writer's merits in children's literature as well: a pure soul child, and in this area he gave a number of excellent essays and stories. "

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

Russian prose writer and playwright Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak (1852-1912) entered literature in a series of essays about the Urals. Many of his first works were signed with the pseudonym “D. Siberian". Although his real name is Mamin.

The first major work of the writer was the novel "Privalov Millions" (1883), which was a great success at that time. In 1974 this novel was filmed.
In 1884, the journal Otechestvennye zapiski published his novel Gornoe Nest, which cemented Mamin-Sibiryak's reputation as an outstanding writer-realist.
The last major works of the writer are the novels "Traits from the Life of Pepko" (1894), "Falling Stars" (1899) and the story "Mumma" (1907).

Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak

In his works, the writer portrayed the life of the Urals and Siberia in the post-reform years, the capitalization of Russia and the related breakdown public conscience, norms of law and morality.
"Alyonushka's Tales" were written by the author already in his mature years - in 1894-1896. for his daughter Alyonushka (Elena).

D. Mamin-Sibiryak with his daughter Alyonushka

The works of Mamin-Sibiryak are still relevant for children, because they have a cognitive plot, are truthful, written in a good style. Children learn about the hard life of that time, get acquainted with wonderful descriptions of the Ural nature, native to the writer. The author was very serious about children's literature, because believed that through her the child communicates with the natural world and the world of people.
The fairy tales of Mamin-Sibiryak also had a pedagogical goal: the upbringing of fair, honest children. He believed that words of wisdom, thrown on fertile soil, will certainly sprout.
Mamin-Sibiryak's fairy tales are varied and designed for children of any age. The author did not embellish life, but always found warm words that convey kindness and moral strength ordinary people... His love for animals cannot leave anyone indifferent, children's hearts are vividly responding to this feeling.

D. Mamin-Sibiryak "Alyonushkin's Tales"

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

1. "Advice"
2. "The Tale of the Brave Hare - long ears, slanting eyes, short tail"
3. "The Tale of the Kozyavochka"
4. "The Tale of Komar Komarovich - a long nose and about a furry Misha - a short tail"
5. "Vankin's name day"
6. "The Tale of the Sparrow Vorobeich, Ruff Ershovich and the cheerful chimney sweep Yasha"
7. "The Tale of How the Last Fly Lived"
8. "The Tale of the Little Voronushka - the black head and the yellow bird Canary"
9. "Smarter than everyone"
10. "The Parable of the Milk, Oatmeal Kashka and the gray cat Murka"
11. "Time to sleep"

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

This is very kind fairy tale, as, indeed, everyone else.
Everyone has small weaknesses, but it is important how others relate to them.
Let's read the beginning of the tale.
“A bunny was born in the forest and was afraid of everything. A twig will crack somewhere, a bird will fly up, a lump of snow will fall from a tree - the bunny has a shower in its heels.
The bunny was afraid for a day, he was afraid for two, he was afraid for a week, he was afraid for a year; and then he grew up big, and suddenly he got tired of being afraid.
- I'm not afraid of anyone! - he shouted to the whole forest. - I'm not afraid at all, and that's it!
Old hares gathered, little hares came running, old hares came along - everyone listens to the Hare boasting - long ears, slanting eyes, short tail - they listen and do not believe their own ears. It has not yet happened that the hare is not afraid of anyone.
- Hey you, slanting eye, are you not afraid of the wolf?
- I am not afraid of the wolf, and the fox, and the bear - I am not afraid of anyone! "
See how other animals in the forest react to this statement. They did not laugh at the hare or criticize him, although everyone understood that these words were spoken by the hare rashly, thoughtlessly. But the kind animals supported him in this impulse, everyone was happy. We read further: “It turned out quite funny. The young hares giggled, covering their faces with their front paws, the good old hares laughed, even the old hares who had been in the fox's paws and tasted the wolf's teeth smiled. A very funny hare! .. Ah, how funny! And all of a sudden everyone became cheerful. They began to somersault, jump, jump, overtake each other, as if everyone had gone crazy. "
According to the laws of a fairytale plot, a wolf was supposed to appear here at that moment. He appeared. And he decided that now he would eat a hare.
The hare, seeing the wolf, jumped up in fear and fell directly on the wolf, "rolled head over heels on the wolf's back, rolled over again in the air and then gave such a snatch that it seemed he was ready to jump out of his own skin." And the wolf, frightened, also ran, but in the other direction: "when the Hare fell on him, it seemed to him that someone had shot him."
As a result, the animals found a hare, slightly alive from fear, under a bush, but saw the situation in a completely different way:
- Well done, oblique! - all the hares shouted with one voice. - Oh, yes, oblique! .. Dexterously you frightened the old Wolf. Thank you brother! And we thought you were bragging.
The brave Hare immediately cheered up. He climbed out of his hole, shook himself, screwed up his eyes and said:
- What do you think! Eh you cowards ...
From that day on, the brave Hare began to believe himself that he was really not afraid of anyone.

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

Sparrow Vorobeich and Ersh Ershovich lived in great friendship. Each time they met, they invited each other to visit, but it turned out that none of them could live in the circumstances of the other. Sparrow Vorobeich said:
- Thank you brother! I would love to visit you, but I'm afraid of water. You'd better come to visit me on the roof ...
And Yorsh Ershovich answered the invitation of a friend:
- No, I can't fly, and I suffocate in the air. Let's swim together on the water. I'll show you everything ...
And so they were good friends, loved to talk, despite the fact that they were completely different. But their troubles and joys were similar. “For example, winter: poor Sparrow Vorobeich is like a chill! Wow, what cold days have been! It seems that the whole soul is ready to freeze out. Sparrow Vorobeich will ruffle, pick up his legs and sit. Only one salvation is to climb into a pipe somewhere. " “Ruff Ershovich also had a hard time in the winters. He would climb somewhere deeper into the pool and doze there for whole days. It’s dark and cold, and I don’t want to move. ”
Sparrow Vorobeich had a friend - the chimney sweep Yasha. “Such a funny chimney sweep - he sings all the songs. He cleans the pipes while he sings. Moreover, he will sit down on the very skate to rest, take out a loaf of bread and have a snack, while I pick up the crumbs. We live soul to soul. I also like to have fun, ”- this is how Sparrow Vorobeich told his friend.

Illustration by Y. Vasnetsov

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

1. "Gray Neck"
2. "Forest Fairy Tale"
3. "The Tale of the Glorious King Peas"
4. "Stubborn goat"

D. Mamin-Sibiryak "Gray Neck"

"Gray Neck" is not only the most famous fairy tale of the writer, but in general the most famous work in children's literature. She

attracts with its touchingness, evokes a desire to protect the weak and helpless, to help those in need in trouble. The world of nature in this fairy tale is depicted in unity and harmony with the world of people.
... Migratory birds were getting ready for the journey. Only the family of the Duck and Drake did not have a joyful pre-departure bustle - they had to come to terms with the thought that their Gray Neck would not fly with them to the south, she would have to spend the winter here alone. Even in the spring, her wing was damaged: a Fox crept up to the brood and grabbed a duckling. The Old Duck boldly rushed at the enemy and fought off the duckling; but one wing was broken.
The duck was very grieving that Gray Neck would have a hard time alone, she even wanted to stay with her, but Drake reminded that they, besides Gray Neck, have other children to take care of.
And so the birds flew away. Mother taught Gray Neck:
- You keep yonder near the bank where the key runs into the river. There the water will not freeze the whole winter ...
Soon, Gray Neck met the Hare, who also considered the Fox his enemy and was as defenseless as Gray Neck, and saved his life by constant flight.
Meanwhile, the hole in which the duck swam was getting smaller and smaller because of the advancing ice. “Gray Sheika was in despair, because only the very middle of the river, where a wide ice-hole had formed, was not frozen. There was no more than fifteen fathoms left to swim. The chagrin of Gray Neck reached the last degree when the Fox appeared on the shore - it was the same Fox who broke her wing. "

The fox began to hunt for the duck and lure her to her.
An old hunter rescued Gray Sheik. He went out to hunt a hare or a fox for his old woman on a fur coat. “The old man got the Gray Neck out of the hole and put it in his bosom. And I won't say anything to the old woman, - he thought, heading home. - Let her fur coat with a collar walk together in the woods. The main thing: the granddaughters will be so happy. "
And how the little readers rejoice when they learn about the salvation of the Gray Sheika!

"Alyonushkin's Tales" by D.N. Mamina-Sibiryak

It is dark outside. Snowing. He smashed the windows. Alyonushka, curled up in a ball, lies in bed. She never wants to fall asleep until dad tells the story.

Alyonushka falls asleep with her palm under her head. And it's still snowing outside the window ...

The dense forest, where, according to legend, Marzak once hid, began a few minutes' walk from the house. Squirrels were jumping in the branches of the trees, a hare was sitting on the edge of the trees, and in the thicket one could meet the bear itself. The future writer has studied all the paths. He wandered along the banks of the Chusovaya River, admired the chain of mountains covered with spruce and birch forests. These mountains had no end or edge, and therefore he always associated with nature "the idea of will, wild space."

The parents taught the boy to love the book. He was read by Pushkin and Gogol, Turgenev and Nekrasov. A passion for literature was born in him early. At sixteen, he already kept a diary.

Mamin-Sibiryak also wrote down those tales that he once told his daughter. He published them as a separate book and called it "Alyonushka's Tales".

In these fairy tales there are bright colors of a sunny day, the beauty of the generous Russian nature. Together with Alyonushka you will see forests, mountains, seas, deserts.

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

Names and nicknames help to better represent them.

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

Mamin-Sibiryak sympathizes with some of his heroes, laughs at others. He writes with respect about a working person, condemns a bum and a lazy person.

Of all his books, Mamin-Sibiryak especially treasured Alyonushka's Tales. He said: "This is my favorite book - it was written by love itself, and therefore it will outlive everything else."

Andrey Chernyshev

Alyonushkin's tales

Adage

Bayu-bayu-bayu ...

Sleep, Alyonushka, sleep, beauty, and dad will tell stories. It seems that everything is here: the Siberian cat Vaska, and the shaggy village dog Postoiko, and the gray Mouse-hole, and the Cricket behind the stove, and the motley Starling in the cage, and the bully Rooster.

Sleep, Alyonushka, now the fairy tale begins. There is already a tall moon looking out the window; yonder oblique hare hobbled on his felt boots; wolf eyes lit up with yellow lights; bear Bear sucks his paw. The old Sparrow flew up to the very window, knocks his nose on the glass and asks: how soon? Everyone is here, everyone is assembled, and everyone is waiting for Alyonushka's fairy tale.

One peephole at Alyonushka is asleep, the other is looking; one ear of Alyonushka is asleep, the other is listening.

Bayu-bayu-bayu ...

The tale of the brave Hare - long ears, slanting eyes, short tail

A bunny was born in the forest and was afraid of everything. A twig will crack somewhere, a bird will fly up, a lump of snow will fall from a tree - the bunny has a shower in its heels.

The bunny was afraid for a day, he was afraid for two, he was afraid for a week, he was afraid for a year; and then he grew up big, and suddenly he got tired of being afraid.

- I'm not afraid of anyone! - he shouted to the whole forest. - I'm not afraid at all, and that's it!

- Hey you, slanting eye, are you not afraid of the wolf?

- I'm not afraid of the wolf, and the fox, and the bear - I'm not afraid of anyone!

It turned out to be quite funny. The young hares giggled, covering their faces with their front paws, the good old hares laughed, even the old hares who had been in the fox's paws and tasted the wolf's teeth smiled. A very funny hare! .. Ah, how funny! And all of a sudden everyone became cheerful. They started tumbling, jumping, jumping, overtaking each other, as if everyone had gone crazy.

- What can I say for a long time! - shouted the Hare, finally becoming brave. - If I come across a wolf, then I'll eat it myself ...

- Oh, what a funny Hare! Oh, how stupid he is! ..

Everyone sees that he is both funny and stupid, and everyone laughs.

The hares are shouting about the wolf, and the wolf is right there.

Now he stopped, sniffed the air and began to sneak up.

The wolf came very close to the playing hares, hears them laughing at him, and most of all - the braggart Hare - slanting eyes, long ears, short tail.

- Listen, you cowards! Listen and watch me! Now I will show you one piece. I ... I ... I ...

Here the braggart's tongue just froze.

The hare saw the Wolf looking at him. Others did not see, but he saw and did not dare to die.

The bouncing hare jumped upwards like a ball, and in fear fell directly on the wide wolf's forehead, rolled head over heels on the wolf's back, turned over again in the air and then asked such a snatch that it seemed he was ready to jump out of his own skin.

The unfortunate Bunny ran for a long time, ran until he was completely exhausted.

It seemed to him that the Wolf was chasing at his heels and was about to grab him with his teeth.

Finally, the poor man was completely exhausted, closed his eyes and fell dead under the bush.

And the Wolf at that time was running in the other direction. When the Hare fell on him, it seemed to him that someone had shot him.

And the Wolf ran away. You never know other hares in the forest, but this one was some kind of rabid ...

For a long time the rest of the hares could not come to their senses. Some escaped into the bushes, some hid behind a stump, some fell into a hole.

Finally, everyone got tired of hiding, and little by little they began to look out who were braver.

- And our Hare cleverly scared the Wolf! - everyone decided. - If it were not for him, we would not have left alive ... But where is he, our fearless Hare? ..

We started looking.

We walked, walked, there is no brave Hare anywhere. Had another wolf eaten it? Finally they found it: lying in a hole under a bush and barely alive from fear.

- Well done, oblique! - all the hares shouted with one voice. - Oh, yes, oblique! .. Dexterously you frightened the old Wolf. Thank you brother! And we thought you were bragging.

The brave Hare immediately cheered up. He climbed out of his hole, shook himself, screwed up his eyes and said:

- What do you think! Eh you cowards ...

From that day on, the brave Hare began to believe himself that he was really not afraid of anyone.

Bayu-bayu-bayu ...

Fairy tale about Kozyavochka

Nobody saw how Kozyavochka was born.

It was a sunny spring day. The little goat looked around and said:

- Good!..

Kozyavochka spread her wings, rubbed her thin legs together, looked around and said:

- How good! .. What a warm sun, what a blue sky, what a green grass - good, good! .. And everything is mine! ..

She also rubbed the Kozyavochka with her legs and flew away. Flies, admires everything and rejoices. And below the grass turns green, and a scarlet flower is hidden in the grass.

- Goat, come to me! - shouted the flower.

The little goat went down to the ground, climbed on the flower and began to drink the sweet flower juice.

- What a kind flower you are! - says Kozyavochka, wiping the stigma with his legs.

“Good, kind, but I don’t know how to walk,” the flower complained.

- And all the same it is good, - Kozyavochka assured. - And everything is mine ...

Before she even had time to finish, a shaggy Bumblebee swooped in with a buzz and straight to the flower:

- Lj ... Who got into my flower? Lj ... who drinks my sweet juice? Lj ... Oh, you trashy Boogie, get out! Ljzh ... Get out before I stung you!

- Excuse me, what is it? - Squeaked Kozyavochka. - Everything, everything is mine ...

- Zhzhzh ... No, mine!

The little goat barely got away from the angry Bumblebee. She sat down on the grass, licked the legs, soaked in flower juice, and got angry:

- What a rude bumblebee! .. Even surprising! .. I also wanted to sting ... After all, everything is mine - and the sun, and grass, and flowers.

- No, excuse me - mine! - said the shaggy worm, climbing up the stalk of grass.

The little goat realized that the Little Worm could not fly, and spoke more boldly:

- Excuse me, Worm, you are mistaken ... I don’t bother you to crawl, but don’t argue with me! ..

- Okay, okay ... Just don’t touch my weed. I don’t like it, to admit it ... You never know you are flying here ... You are a frivolous people, and I am a serious Worm ... Frankly speaking, everything belongs to me. I’ll crawl on the grass and eat it, I’ll crawl on any flower and eat it too. Goodbye!..

- It's mine! She squeaked cheerfully. - My water ... Oh, how fun! .. Here and grass and flowers.

And other goats fly towards Kozyavochka.

- Hello, sister!

- Hello, darlings ... Otherwise I got bored with flying alone. What are you doing here?

- And we are playing, sister ... Come to us. We have fun ... You were recently born?

- Only today ... I was almost stung by the Bumblebee, then I saw the Worm ... I thought that everything was mine, but they say that everything is more than theirs.

Other boogers calmed the guest and invited him to play together. Above the water, the boogers played with a pillar: circling, flying, squeaking. Our Kozyavochka choked with joy and soon completely forgot about the angry Bumblebee and the serious Worm.

- Oh, how good! She whispered in delight. - Everything is mine: the sun, and grass, and water. Why others are angry, I absolutely do not understand. Everything is mine, and I do not bother anyone to live: fly, hum, have fun. I let…

Kozyavochka played, had fun and sat down to rest on the marsh sedge. It is necessary to have a rest, indeed! Kozyavochka looks at how other bugs are having fun; suddenly, out of nowhere, a sparrow - as it dashes past, as if someone had thrown a stone.

- Ay, oh! - shouted the goats and rushed scatteringly.

When the sparrow flew away, a dozen little goats were missing.

- Ah, the robber! - the old boogers scolded. - I ate a dozen.

It was worse than Bumblebee. The booger began to be afraid and hid with other young boogers even further into the marsh grass.

But here is another problem: two goats were eaten by a fish, and two - by a frog.

- What is it? - Kozyavochka was surprised. - This is completely unlike anything ... You can't live like that. Oh, how disgusting! ..

It's good that there were a lot of boogers and no one noticed the loss. Moreover, new boogers have arrived, which have just been born.

They flew and squeaked:

- All ours ... All ours ...

- No, not everything is ours, - our Kozyavochka shouted to them. - There are also angry bumblebees, serious worms, nasty sparrows, fish and frogs. Be careful sisters!

However, night fell, and all the goats hid in the reeds, where it was so warm. They poured stars in the sky, a month rose, and everything was reflected in the water.

Oh, how good it was! ..

“My month, my stars,” our Kozyavochka thought, but she didn’t tell anyone: they’ll just take this away ...

This is how Kozyavochka lived the whole summer.

She had a lot of fun, and there was also a lot of unpleasant things. Twice it was almost swallowed by an agile swift; then a frog imperceptibly crept up - you never know the goats have any enemies! There were also their joys. Kozyavochka met another, the same goat, with a shaggy mustache. She says:

- What are you pretty, Kozyavochka ... We will live together.

And they healed together, healed very well. All together: where one, there and the other. And they did not notice how the summer flew by. It began to rain, cold nights. Our Kozyavochka applied the testicles, hid them in the thick grass and said:

- Oh, how tired I am! ..

Nobody saw how Kozyavochka died.

Yes, she did not die, but only fell asleep for the winter, in order to wake up in the spring again and again to live.

The tale of Komar Komarovich long nose and furry Misha short tail

It happened at the very noon, when all the mosquitoes hid from the heat in the swamp. Komar Komarovich - a long nose snuggled under a wide sheet and fell asleep. He sleeps and hears a desperate cry:

- Oh, priests! .. oh, karrawl! ..

Komar Komarovich jumped out from under the sheet and also shouted:

- What happened? .. What are you yelling?

And mosquitoes fly, buzz, squeak - you can't make out anything.

- Oh, priests! .. A bear came to our swamp and fell asleep. As he lay down in the grass, he immediately crushed five hundred mosquitoes; as he breathed, he swallowed a whole hundred. Oh, trouble, brothers! We barely carried our feet away from him, otherwise we would have overwhelmed everyone ...

Komar Komarovich - the long nose got angry at once; got angry at both the bear and the stupid mosquitoes that squeaked uselessly.

- Hey you, stop beeping! He shouted. - Now I will go and chase the bear away ... It's very simple! And you scream only in vain ...

Komar Komarovich got even more angry and flew away. Indeed, a bear lay in the swamp. He climbed into the thickest grass, where mosquitoes have lived since time immemorial, fell apart and sniffs with his nose, only the whistle goes, as if someone is playing a trumpet. Here is a shameless creature! .. He climbed into a strange place, ruined so many mosquito souls in vain, and even slept so sweetly!

- Hey, uncle, where did you get to? - Komar Komarovich shouted to the whole forest, but so loudly that even himself became scared.

Shaggy Misha opened one eye - no one is visible, opened the other eye, barely saw that a mosquito was flying over his very nose.

- What do you want, buddy? - Misha grumbled and also began to get angry.

Of course, just settled down to rest, and then some villain squeaks.

- Hey, go away, good luck, uncle! ..

Misha opened both eyes, looked at the impudent man, sniffed and became completely angry.

- What do you want, you worthless creature? He growled.

- Leave our place, otherwise I do not like to joke ... Together with a fur coat I will eat you.

The bear looked funny. He rolled over on the other side, covered his muzzle with his paw and immediately began to snore.

Komar Komarovich flew back to his mosquitoes and trumpets the whole swamp:

- I cleverly scared the furry Mishka! .. He won't come next time.

Mosquitoes wondered and asked:

- Well, where is the bear now?

- I don’t know, brothers ... I was very cowardly when I told him that I would eat if he didn’t leave. After all, I don’t like to joke, but I said bluntly: I’ll eat it. I’m afraid that he would not freeze with fear while I fly to you ... Well, it’s his own fault!

All the mosquitoes squeaked, buzzed and argued for a long time about what to do with an ignorant bear. Never before has there been such a terrible noise in the swamp.

They squeaked, squeaked and decided to drive the bear out of the swamp.

- Let him go to his home, into the forest, and sleep there. And our swamp ... Our fathers and grandfathers also lived in this swamp.

One prudent old woman Komarikha advised to leave the bear alone: let him lie down, and when he slept, he would leave, but everyone pounced on her so badly that the poor woman barely had time to hide.

- Come on, brothers! - Komar Komarovich shouted most of all. - We'll show him ... yes!

Mosquitoes flew after Komar Komarovich. They fly and squeak, they even do it in a terrible way. Arrived, looking, and the bear lies and does not move.

- Well, that's what I said: the poor fellow died from fear! - Komar Komarovich boasted. - It's even a pity, wai what a healthy bear ...

- Yes, he is asleep, brothers, - squeaked a small mosquito, flying up to the very bear's nose and almost pulled in there, as through a window.

- Ah, shameless! Ah, shameless! - squeaked all the mosquitoes at once and raised a terrible hubbub. - He crushed five hundred mosquitoes, swallowed a hundred mosquitoes and he himself sleeps as if nothing had happened ...

And furry Misha sleeps and whistles with his nose.

- He's pretending to be asleep! - Komar Komarovich shouted and flew at the bear. - I'll show him now ... Hey, uncle, will pretend!

As Komar Komarovich swoops in, as he screams with his long nose right into the black bear's nose, Misha jumped up to grab his paw on the nose, and Komar Komarovich was gone.

- What, uncle, didn’t like it? - Komar Komarovich squeaks. - Go away, otherwise it will be worse ... Now I'm not the only one Komar Komarovich - a long nose, but grandfather came with me, Komarishche - a long nose, and a younger brother, Komarishko a long nose! Go away, uncle ...

- And I will not leave! - shouted the bear, sitting down on its hind legs. - I will pass you all ...

- Oh, uncle, bragging in vain ...

Komar Komarovich flew again and bit the bear right in the eye. The bear roared in pain, hit himself in the face with a paw, and again there was nothing in the paw, only almost tore out his eyes with a claw. And Komar Komarovich hovers over the bear's ear and squeaks:

- I'll eat you, uncle ...

Misha got angry completely. He uprooted a whole birch tree and began to beat the mosquitoes with it.

So it hurts from all over the shoulder ... Beat, beat, even tired, but not a single killed mosquito is not present - everyone hovers over him and squeaks. Then Misha grabbed a heavy stone and threw it at the mosquitoes - again there was no use.

- What, took it, uncle? - Komar Komarovich squeaked. - But I'll eat you all the same ...

For a long time, or for a short time, Misha fought with mosquitoes, only there was a lot of noise. A bear roar was heard in the distance. And how many trees he pulled out, how many stones he turned! .. He wanted to catch the first Komar Komarovich - after all, right here, right above his ear, he was winding, and the bear had enough with its paw, and again nothing, just scratched his whole face in blood.

Misha was finally exhausted. He sat down on his hind legs, snorted and came up with a new thing - let's roll on the grass in order to pass the whole mosquito kingdom. Misha skated, skated, however, nothing came of it, but only he was even more tired. Then the bear hid its muzzle in the moss. It turned out even worse mosquitoes grabbed the bear's tail. The bear finally got angry.

- Wait, I'll ask you! .. - he roared so that for five miles it could be heard. - I'll show you a thing ... I ... I ... I ...

Mosquitoes have retreated and are waiting for what will happen. And Misha climbed a tree like an acrobat, sat down on the fattest branch and roars:

- Come on, approach me now ... I'll break off everyone's noses! ..

The mosquitoes laughed in thin voices and rushed at the bear with the whole army. They peep, circle, climb ... Misha fought back, fought back, accidentally swallowed a hundred mosquito troops, coughed and fell off the bitch, like a sack ... However, he got up, scratched his bruised side and said:

- Well, got it? Have you seen how dexterously I jump from a tree? ..

The mosquitoes laughed even thinner, and Komar Komarovich trumpets:

- I will eat you ... I will eat you ... I will eat ... I will eat! ..

The bear is finally exhausted, exhausted, and it is a shame to leave the swamp. He sits on his hind legs and only blinks his eyes.

A frog helped him out of trouble. She jumped out from under the bump, sat down on her hind legs and said:

- I want you, Mikhailo Ivanovich, to bother yourself in vain! .. Do not pay attention to these trashy mosquitoes. Not worth it.

“And that’s not worth it,” the bear rejoiced. - I am so ... Let them come to my den, but I ... I ...

How Misha turns, how he runs out of the swamp, and Komar Komarovich - a long nose flies after him, flies and shouts:

- Oh, brothers, hold it! The bear will run away ... Hold! ..

All the mosquitoes got together, consulted and decided: “It's not worth it! Let him go - after all, the swamp is left behind us! "

Vankin's name day

Beat, drum, ta-ta! tra-ta-ta! Play, pipes: Tru-tu! Tu-ru-ru! .. Give all the music here - today is Vanka's birthday! .. Dear guests, you are welcome ... Hey, everyone, come here! Tra-ta-ta! Tru-ru-ru!

Vanka walks around in a red shirt and says:

- Brothers, you are welcome ... Treats - as many as you like. Soup made from the freshest chips; cutlets from the best, purest sand; pies made of multi-colored pieces of paper; what tea! From the finest boiled water. You are welcome ... Music, play! ..

Ta-ta! Tra-ta-ta! Tru-tu! Tu-ru-ru!

There was a full room of guests. The first to arrive was a pot-bellied wooden Volchok.

- Lzh ... lzh ... where is the birthday boy? LJ ... LJ ... I really like to have fun in good company ...

Two dolls came. One - with blue eyes, Anya, her nose was slightly damaged; the other - with black eyes, Katya, she was missing one hand. They came decorously and took a seat on the toy sofa.

- Let's see what kind of treat Vanka has, - said Anya. - Something really boasts. The music is not bad, and I doubt very much about the food.

- You, Anya, are always dissatisfied with something, - Katya reproached her.

“And you’re always ready to argue.

The dolls argued a little and were even ready to quarrel, but at that moment the strongly supported Clown hobbled on one leg and immediately reconciled them.

- Everything will be fine, young lady! Let's have a lot of fun. Of course, I’m missing one leg, but Volchok is spinning on one leg. Hello, Volchok ...

- Lj ... Hello! Why is it as if one of your eyes has been blackened?

- Trifles ... It was me who fell off the couch. It could be worse.

- Oh, how bad it can be ... I sometimes hit the wall like that with my entire run, right with my head! ..

- It's good that your head is empty ...

- Still, it hurts ... well ... Try it yourself, you will find out.

The clown just clicked his brass cymbals. He was generally a frivolous man.

Petrushka came and brought with him a whole bunch of guests: his own wife, Matryona Ivanovna, the German doctor Karl Ivanovich and the big-nosed Gypsy; and Gypsy brought a three-legged horse with him.

- Well, Vanka, take guests! - Petrushka spoke cheerfully, clicking himself on the nose. - One is better than the other. My one Matryona Ivanovna is worth something ... She loves to drink tea with me, like a duck.

“We’ll find tea, Pyotr Ivanovich,” Vanka replied. - And we are always glad to have good guests ... Sit down, Matryona Ivanovna! Karl Ivanovich, you are welcome ...

Also came the Bear with the Hare, the gray grandmother's Goat with the Crested Duck, the Cockerel with the Wolf - Vanka found a place for everyone.

The last to arrive were Alyonushkin Bashmachok and Alyonushkina Broomstick. They looked - all the seats were occupied, and Broomstick said:

- Nothing, I'll stand in the corner ...

But Slipper said nothing and silently crawled under the sofa. It was a very venerable Slipper, albeit worn out. He was a little embarrassed only by the hole that was on the very nose. Well, nothing, no one will notice under the sofa.

- Hey, music! - commanded Vanka.

Beat the drum: tra-ta! ta-ta! The trumpets began to play: Tru-tu! And all the guests suddenly felt so cheerful, so cheerful ...

The party started off great. The drum beat by itself, the trumpets themselves played, the Volchok hummed, the Clown jingled with his cymbals, and Petrushka squeaked furiously. Oh, how fun it was! ..

- Brothers, go for a walk! - Vanka shouted, smoothing his flaxen curls.

- Matryona Ivanovna, does your tummy hurt?

- What are you, Karl Ivanovich? - Matryona Ivanovna was offended. - Why do you think so?..

- Well, show your tongue.

- Leave me alone, please ...

She still lay calmly on the table, and when the doctor spoke about the language, she could not resist and jumped off. After all, the doctor always examines Alyonushka's tongue with her help ...

“Ah, no… no need! - squeaked Matryona Ivanovna and waved her arms so funny, like a windmill.

“Well, I don’t impose my services,” Spoon said, offended.

She even wanted to get angry, but at that time Volchok flew up to her, and they began to dance. The spinning top hummed, the spoon rang ...

- I love you very much, Broomstick ...

The broomstick closed her eyes sweetly and only sighed. She loved to be loved.

After all, she was always such a modest Broom and never put on airs, as she sometimes did with others. For example, Matryona Ivanovna or Anya and Katya, these cute dolls loved to laugh at other people's shortcomings: the Clown lacked one leg, Petrushka had a long nose, Karl Ivanovich had a bald head, the Gypsy looked like a firebrand, and the birthday boy Vanka got the most.

“He’s a little peasant,” said Katya.

“And besides, he’s a braggart,” added Anya.

Having had fun, everyone sat down at the table, and a real feast began. The dinner went on like on a real name day, although it was not without a few misunderstandings. By mistake, the bear almost ate the Bunny instead of the cutlet; The top almost got into a fight with the Gypsy because of the Spoon - the latter wanted to steal it and had already hidden it in his pocket. Pyotr Ivanovich, a famous bully, managed to quarrel with his wife and quarreled over trifles.

- Matryona Ivanovna, calm down, - Karl Ivanovich persuaded her. - After all, Pyotr Ivanovich is kind ... You, perhaps, have a headache? I have some excellent powders with me ...

- Leave her, doctor, - said Petrushka. - This is such an impossible woman ... But by the way, I love her very much. Matryona Ivanovna, kiss ...

- Hooray! - shouted Vanka. - It's much better than quarreling. I hate it when people quarrel. Look there ...

But then something completely unexpected and so terrible happened that it’s even scary to say.

The drum beat: tra-ta! ta-ta-ta! The trumpets were playing: Tru-ru! ru-ru-ru! The Clown's plates rang, Spoon laughed in a silver voice, Volchok hummed, and the merry Bunny shouted: bo-bo-bo! .. The Porcelain Dog barked loudly, the Rubber Cat meowed affectionately, and the Bear tapped his foot so that the floor trembled. The grayish grandmother Kozlik turned out to be the happiest of all. Firstly, he danced better than anyone else, and then he shook his beard so funny and in a raspy voice roared: mee-ke-ke! ..

Excuse me, how did it all happen? It is very difficult to tell everything in order, because of the participants in the incident, only one Alyonushkin Bashmachok remembered the whole thing. He was sensible and managed to hide under the sofa in time.

Yes, that's how it was. First, wooden cubes came to congratulate Vanka ... No, again, not like that. It didn’t start with that. The cubes did come, but the black-eyed Katya was to blame. She, she, right! .. This pretty cheat whispered to Anya at the end of dinner:

- And what do you think, Anya, who is the most beautiful here.

It seems that the question is the simplest, but meanwhile Matryona Ivanovna was terribly offended and told Katya bluntly:

- What do you think that my Pyotr Ivanovich is a freak?

- Nobody thinks this, Matryona Ivanovna, - Katya tried to make excuses, but it was already too late.

“Of course, his nose is a little big,” Matryona Ivanovna continued. But this is noticeable, if you only look at Pyotr Ivanitch from the side ... Then, he has a bad habit of squeaking scary and fighting with everyone, but he is still a kind person. As for the mind ...

The dolls argued with such passion that they attracted general attention. First of all, of course, Petrushka intervened and squeaked:

- That's right, Matryona Ivanovna ... The most beautiful person here, of course, I am!

Here all the men were already offended. Have mercy, such a self-praise this Petrushka! Even listening is disgusting! The clown was not a master of speaking and was offended in silence, but Dr. Karl Ivanovich said very loudly:

- So we are all ugly? Congratulations, gentlemen ...

The hubbub rose at once. The Gypsy shouted something in his own way, the Bear growled, the Wolf howled, the gray Goat shouted, the Volchok buzzed - in a word, everyone was completely offended.

- Gentlemen, stop! - Vanka persuaded everyone. - Do not pay attention to Pyotr Ivanovich ... He was just joking.

But it was all in vain. Karl Ivanovich was mainly worried. He even banged his fist on the table and shouted:

- Gentlemen, a good treat, there is nothing to say! .. We were invited to visit only to be called freaks ...

- Gracious sovereigns and gracious sovereigns! - tried to shout down all Vanka. - If it comes to that, gentlemen, there is only one freak here - it's me ... Are you satisfied now?

Then ... Excuse me, how did it happen? Yes, yes, that's how it was. Karl Ivanych finally got excited and began to approach Pyotr Ivanych. He shook his finger at him and repeated:

- If I were not an educated person and if I did not know how to behave decently in a decent society, I would tell you, Pyotr Ivanovich, that you are even quite a fool ...

Knowing Petrushka's pugnacious nature, Vanka wanted to stand between him and the doctor, but on the way he hit Petrushka's long nose with his fist. It seemed to Petrushka that he was hit not by Vanka, but by the doctor ... What started here! .. Petrushka grabbed the doctor; The Gypsy sitting aside for no apparent reason began to beat the Clown, the Bear rushed at the Wolf with a growl, Volchok beat Kozlik with his empty head - in a word, there was a real scandal. The dolls squeaked in thin voices, and all three fainted in fear.

“Oh, I'm sick! ..” Matryona Ivanovna shouted, falling from the sofa.

- Gentlemen, what is it? - Vanka shouted. - Gentlemen, I am a birthday boy ... Gentlemen, this is finally impolite! ..

There was a real dump, so it was already difficult to make out who was beating whom. Vanka tried in vain to separate the fighters and ended up by himself beginning to beat everyone who tucked under his arm, and since he was the strongest of all, the guests had a bad time.

- Karraul !!. Fathers ... oh, karrawl! - shouted the hardest of all Petrushka, trying to hit the doctor more painfully ... - They killed Petrushka to death ... Karraul! ..

One Slipper left the dump, who managed to hide under the sofa in time. He even closed his eyes in fear, and at that time the Bunny hid behind him, also seeking salvation in flight.

- Where are you going? - the Shoe grumbled.

- Be quiet, otherwise they will hear, and both will get it, - persuaded the Bunny, peering out with a slanting eye from the hole in the sock. - Oh, what a robber this Petrushka! .. He beats everyone and he himself yells good obscenities. Good guest, there is nothing to say ... And I barely ran away from the Wolf, ah! It's scary to even remember ... And there the Duck is lying upside down. Killed, poor ...

- Oh, how stupid you are, Bunny: all the dolls are in a swoon, and the Duck, along with the others.

They fought, fought, fought for a long time, until Vanka drove out all the guests, excluding the dolls. Matryona Ivanovna has long been tired of lying in a swoon, she opened one eye and asked:

- Gentlemen, where am I? Doctor, look, am I alive? ..

No one answered her, and Matryona Ivanovna opened her other eye. The room was empty, and Vanka stood in the middle and looked around in surprise. Anya and Katya woke up and were also surprised.

“There was something terrible here,” said Katya. - Good birthday boy, there is nothing to say!

The dolls at once pounced on Vanka, who decidedly did not know what to answer him. And someone beat him, and he beat someone, but for what about what - it is not known.

“I definitely don’t know how it all happened,” he said, spreading his hands. - The main thing that is insulting: after all, I love them all ... absolutely all.

“And we know how,” said Slipper and Bunny from under the sofa. - We saw everything! ..

- Yes, it's your fault! - Matryona Ivanovna snapped at them. - Of course, you ... You made porridge, but hid yourself.

- Yeah, what's the matter! - Vanka was delighted. - Get out, robbers ... You visit guests only to quarrel good people.

The slipper and the Bunny barely had time to jump out the window.

“Here I am…” Matryona Ivanovna threatened them with her fist. - Oh, what trashy people are in the world! So the Duck will say the same thing.

- Yes, yes ... - confirmed the Duck. - I saw with my own eyes how they hid under the sofa.

The duck always agreed with everyone.

- We need to return the guests ... - continued Katya. - We'll have some more fun ...

The guests returned willingly. Some had a black eye, some limped; Petrushka's long nose suffered the most.

- Ah, robbers! - they all repeated in one voice, scolding the Bunny and the Slipper. - Who would have thought?..

- Oh, how tired I am! I beat off all my hands, - Vanka complained. - Well, why remember the old ... I'm not vindictive. Hey music! ..

The drum began to beat again: tra-ta! ta-ta-ta! The trumpets began to play: Tru-tu! ru-ru-ru! .. And Petrushka shouted furiously:

- Hurray, Vanka! ..

The Tale of the Sparrow Sparrow, Ruff Ershovich and the cheerful chimney sweep Yasha

Sparrow Vorobeich and Ersh Ershovich lived in great friendship. Every day in the summer, Sparrow Vorobeich flew to the river and shouted:

- Hey, brother, hello! .. How are you?

- Nothing, we live little by little, - answered Ruff Ershovich. - Come and visit me. It’s good for me, brother, in deep places ... The water is quiet, as much water grass as you want. I will treat you with frog caviar, worms, water bugs ...

- Thank you brother! I would love to visit you, but I'm afraid of water. You'd better come to visit me on the roof ... I will treat you, brother, with berries - I have a whole garden, and then we will get a crust of bread, and oats, and sugar, and a live mosquito. Do you like sugar?

- What is he?

- White is so ...

- How are we pebbles in the river?

- Well. And you take it in your mouth - it's sweet. You can't eat your pebbles. Let's fly to the roof now?

- No, I can't fly, and I suffocate in the air. Let's swim together on the water. I'll show you everything ...

Sparrow Vorobeich tried to go into the water - he would go up to his knees, and then it was terribly done. So you can drown! Sparrow Sparrow will get drunk with light river water, and on hot days he buys somewhere in a shallow place, peels the feathers - and again to his roof. In general, they lived together and loved to talk about different matters.

- How can you not get tired of sitting in the water? - Sparrow Vorobeich was often surprised. - Wet in the water, - still catch a cold ...

Ruff Ershovich was surprised in turn:

- How do you, brother, will not get tired of flying? Look how hot it can be in the sun: you will just suffocate. And it's always cool with me. Swim yourself as much as you want. Don't be afraid in the summer everyone comes into my water to swim ... And who will go to the roof?

- And how they walk, brother! .. I have a great friend - the chimney sweep Yasha. He constantly comes to visit me ... And such a funny chimney sweep, sings all the songs. He cleans the pipes while he sings. Moreover, he will sit down on the very skate to rest, take out a loaf of bread and have a snack, while I pick up the crumbs. We live soul to soul. I like to have fun too.

Friends and troubles were almost the same. For example, winter: poor Sparrow Sparrow is chilly! Wow, what cold days have been! It seems that the whole soul is ready to freeze out. Sparrow Vorobeich will ruffle, pick up his legs and sit. Only one salvation is to climb somewhere into the pipe and warm up a little. But here is the trouble.

Since Sparrow Vorobeich almost died thanks to his to the best friend- chimney sweep. A chimney sweep came and how he lowered his cast-iron weight with a broom into the chimney - he barely broke Sparrow Vorobeich's head. He jumped out of the pipe all covered in soot, worse than a chimney sweep, and now scold:

- What are you doing, Yasha? After all, that way you can kill to death ...

- And how did I know that you were sitting in a pipe?

- And be careful forward ... If I hit you on the head with a cast-iron weight, is that good?

Ruff Ershovich also had a hard time in the winters. He would climb somewhere deeper into the pool and doze there for whole days. It’s dark and cold, and I don’t want to move. From time to time he swam up to the ice hole when he called Sparrow Sparrow. He will fly up to the hole of water to drink and shout:

- Hey, Ruff Ershovich, are you alive?

- And we are not better either, brother! What to do, you have to endure ... Wow, what an evil wind happens! .. Here, brother, you won't fall asleep ... I keep jumping on one leg to keep warm. And people look and say: "Look what a funny little sparrow!" Oh, just to wait for the warmth ... Are you already sleeping again, brother?

And in the summer, again, their troubles. Once the hawk chased Sparrow Vorobeich for two miles, and he barely had time to hide in the river sedge.

- Oh, barely alive left! - he complained to Ersh Ershovich, barely catching his breath. Here's a robber!

- It's like our pike, - Ruff Ershovich consoled. - I, too, recently almost fell into her mouth. As lightning rushes after me. And I swam with other fish and thought that there was a log in the water, but how this log would rush after me ... Why are these pikes found only? I am surprised and cannot understand ...

“And so did I. You know, it seems to me that a hawk was once a pike, and a pike was a hawk. In a word, the robbers ...

Yes, this is how Sparrow Vorobeich and Ersh Ershovich lived and lived, they were freezing in the winters, rejoiced in the summer; and the cheerful chimney sweep Yasha cleaned his pipes and sang songs. Everyone has their own business, their own joys and their sorrows.

One summer the chimney sweep finished his work and went to the river to wash off the soot. He goes and whistles, and then he hears - a terrible noise. What happened? And over the river the birds are hovering: ducks, geese, swallows, snipe, and crows, and pigeons. Everyone is making noise, yelling, laughing - you can't figure it out.

- Hey you, what happened? - shouted the chimney sweep.

- And here it happened ... - the lively titmouse chirped. - So funny, so funny! .. Look what our Sparrow Sparrow is doing ... Completely pissed off.

When the chimney sweep approached the river, Sparrow Vorobeich ran into him. And the terrible thing himself: the beak is open, the eyes are burning, all the feathers stand on end.

- Hey, Sparrow Sparrow, what are you, brother, making noise here? - asked the chimney sweep.

- No, I'll show him! .. - Sparrow Sparrow shouted, gasping with rage. He does not yet know what I am ... I will show him, the damned Ruff Ershovich! He will remember me, robber ...

- Do not listen to him! - Ruff Ershovich shouted to the chimney sweep from the water. - He’s lying ...

- I'm lying? - shouted Sparrow Vorobeich. - Who found the worm? I'm lying! .. Such a fat worm! I dug it up on the shore ... How much I worked ... Well, I grabbed it and drag it home, to my nest. I have a family - I have to carry food ... I just flew with a worm over the river, and the damned Ruff Ershovich, so that the pike swallowed him! - as he shouts: "Hawk!" I shouted in fear, the worm fell into the water, and Ruff Ershovich swallowed it ... It's called lying ?! And there was no hawk ...

- Well, I was joking, - Ruff Ershovich justified himself. - And the worm was really tasty ...

All kinds of fish have gathered around Ruff Ershovich: roach, crucian carp, perch, little ones - they listen and laugh. Yes, Ruff Ershovich cleverly joked on his old friend! And it's even funnier how Sparrow Vorobeich entered into a fight with him. So it swoops in, so it swoops, but can not take anything.

- Suck it on my worm! - Sparrow Vorobeich scolded. - I'll dig out another one for myself ... And it's a shame that Ruff Ershovich deceived me and still laughs at me. And I called him to my roof ... Good friend, there is nothing to say! So the chimney sweep Yasha will say the same ... We also live together and even have a snack together sometimes: he eats - I pick up the crumbs.

- Wait, brothers, this very matter needs to be judged, - said the chimney sweep. - Just let me wash my face first ... I will examine your case according to my conscience. And you, Sparrow Sparrow, calm down a little for now ...

- My cause is right - why should I worry! - shouted Sparrow Vorobeich. - And only I will show Ersh Ershovich how to joke with me ...

The chimney sweep sat down on the bank, put a bundle with his lunch on a pebble next to him, washed his hands and face, and said:

- Well, brothers, now we will judge the court ... You, Ruff Ershovich, are a fish, and you, Sparrow Vorobeich, are a bird. Is that what I say?

- So! So! .. - everyone shouted, both birds and fish.

The chimney sweep unfolded his bundle, placed a piece of rye bread on the stone that made up his entire meal, and said:

- Look: what is it? This is bread. I earned it and I will eat it; eat and drink water. So? That means I'll have lunch and won't offend anyone. Fish and poultry also want to dine ... You, then, have your own food! Why quarrel? Sparrow Vorobeich dug up a worm, which means he earned it, and, therefore, the worm is his ...

- Excuse me, uncle ... - I heard a thin voice in the crowd of birds.

The birds parted and let the sandpiper Bekasik forward, who approached the chimney sweep on his thin legs.

- Uncle, that's not true.

- What is not true?

- Yes, I found a worm ... Just ask the ducks - they saw it. I found him, and Sparrow swooped in and stole.

The chimney sweep was embarrassed. It turned out quite differently.

- How is this so? .. - he muttered, collecting his thoughts. - Hey, Sparrow Sparrow, what are you, in fact, cheating?

- It's not me who is lying, but Bekas is lying. He conspired with the ducks ...

- Something is wrong, brother ... um ... Yes! Of course, a worm is nothing; but it’s not good to steal. And who stole, he must lie ... Is that what I say? Yes…

- Right! That's right! .. - everyone shouted in unison again. - And you still judge Ruff Ershovich with Sparrow Vorobeich! Who is right with them? .. Both made noise, both fought and raised everyone to their feet.

- Who is right? Oh, you mischievous people, Ruff Ershovich and Sparrow Vorobeich! .. Really, you mischievous people. I will punish both of you as an example ... Well, quickly make up, now!

- Right! - shouted all in unison. - Let them make up ...

- And Bekasik the sandman, who worked, getting the worm, I will feed with crumbs, - decided the chimney sweep. - Everyone will be happy ...

- Fine! - everyone shouted again.

The chimney sweep has already reached out for the bread, but he is not.

While the chimney sweep was arguing, Sparrow Vorobeich managed to pull him off.

- Ah, the robber! Ah, the rogue! - all the fish and all the birds were indignant.

And they all rushed in pursuit of the thief. The edge was heavy, and Sparrow Vorobeich could not fly far with her. They caught up with him just over the river. Big and small birds rushed to the thief.

There was a real dump. Everyone tears, only crumbs fly into the river; and then the edge flew into the river too. At this point the fish grabbed hold of her. A real fight broke out between fish and birds. They tore the whole edge into crumbs and ate all the crumbs. As there is nothing left of the edge. When the edge was eaten, everyone came to their senses and everyone felt ashamed. They chased the thief Sparrow and ate the stolen edge along the way.

And the cheerful chimney sweep Yasha sits on the bank, looks and laughs. Everything turned out very funny ... Everyone ran away from him, only Bekasik the sandman was left.

- Why don't you fly after everyone? - asks the chimney sweep.

- And I would fly, but my stature is small, uncle. Big birds will bite ...

- Well, that would be better, Bekasik. We were both left without dinner. Apparently, they haven't done much work yet ...

Alyonushka came to the bank, began to ask the cheerful chimney sweep Yasha what had happened, and also laughed.

- Oh, how stupid they are, and fish and birds! And I would share everything - both the worm and the edge, and no one would quarrel. Recently I split four apples ... Dad brings four apples and says: “Divide it in half - for me and Lisa”. I divided it into three parts: I gave one apple to dad, the other to Lisa, and took two for myself.

The tale of how the last Fly lived

How fun it was in the summer! .. Oh, how fun! It is difficult even to tell everything in order ... How many flies there were - thousands. They fly, buzz, have fun ... When little Mushka was born, she spread her wings, she also had fun. So much fun, so much fun that you can't tell. The most interesting thing was that in the morning they opened all the windows and doors to the terrace - wherever you want, into that window and fly.

- What a kind creature man, - little Mushka wondered, flying from window to window. - These are the windows made for us, and they are also being opened for us. Very good, and most importantly - fun ...

She flew into the garden a thousand times, sat on the green grass, admired the blooming lilacs, the delicate leaves of the blossoming linden and flowers in the flower beds. The gardener, unknown to her until now, had already managed to take care of everything in advance. Oh, how kind he is, this gardener! .. Mushka has not yet been born, but he has already managed to prepare everything, absolutely everything that little Mushka needs. This was all the more surprising because he himself did not know how to fly and sometimes even walked with great difficulty - he was shaking and the gardener muttered something completely incomprehensible.

- And where do these damn flies come from? - grumbled the kind gardener.

Probably, the poor man said this simply out of envy, because he himself only knew how to dig ridges, plant flowers and water them, but he could not fly. Young Mushka purposely circled over the gardener's red nose and bored him terribly.

Then, in general, people are so kind that everywhere they brought different pleasures to the flies. For example, Alyonushka drank milk in the morning, ate a bun and then begged Aunt Olya for sugar - all this she did only to leave a few drops of spilled milk for the flies, and most importantly - crumbs of bread and sugar. Well tell me, please, what could be tastier than such crumbs, especially when you fly all morning and get hungry? .. Then, the cook Pasha was even kinder than Alyonushka. Every morning she purposely went to the market for flies and brought amazingly tasty things: beef, sometimes fish, cream, butter, in general, the kindest woman in the whole house. She knew perfectly well what flies needed, although she also could not fly, like the gardener. A very good woman in general!

And Aunt Olya? Oh, this wonderful woman, it seems, specially lived only for flies ... She opened all the windows with her own hands every morning so that it would be more convenient for the flies to fly, and when it rained or it was cold, she closed them so that the flies would not soak their wings and catch a cold. Then Aunt Olya noticed that flies are very fond of sugar and berries, so she began to cook berries in sugar every day. The flies now, of course, have guessed why this is all being done, and out of a feeling of gratitude, they climbed right into the bowl of jam. Alyonushka was very fond of jam, but Aunt Olya gave her only one or two spoons, not wanting to offend the flies.

Since the flies could not eat everything at once, Aunt Olya put some of the jam in glass jars (so as not to be eaten by mice, who did not need jam at all) and then served it every day to the flies when she drank tea.

- Oh, how kind and good they are! - admired the young Mushka, flying from window to window. - Maybe it's even good that people don't know how to fly. Then they would have turned into flies, big and voracious flies, and probably would have eaten everything themselves ... Oh, how good it is to live in the world!

“Well, people are not quite as kind-hearted as you think,” remarked the old Fly, who liked to grumble. - It only seems so ... Have you noticed the man everyone calls "dad"?

- Oh yes ... This is a very strange gentleman. You are absolutely right, good, kind old Fly ... Why does he smoke his pipe when he knows perfectly well that I can’t stand tobacco smoke at all? It seems to me that he is doing this directly to spite me ... Then, he definitely does not want to do anything for the flies. I once tried the ink with which he always writes something, and almost died ... This is finally outrageous! I saw with my own eyes how two such pretty, but completely inexperienced flies were drowning in his inkwell. It was a terrible picture when he pulled out one of them with a pen and put a magnificent blot on the paper ... Imagine, he blamed not himself for this, but us! Where's the justice?..

- I think that this dad is completely devoid of justice, although he has one merit ... - answered the old, experienced Fly. - He drinks beer after dinner. This is not a bad habit at all! I must confess that I am also not averse to drinking beer, although my head is spinning from it ... What to do, a bad habit!

- And I also love beer, - admitted the young Mushka and even blushed a little. - It makes me so much fun, so much fun, although the next day I have a little headache. But dad, perhaps, is not doing anything for the flies because he himself does not eat jam, and only puts sugar in a glass of tea. In my opinion, one cannot expect anything good from a person who does not eat jam ... All he has to do is smoke his pipe.

In general, the flies knew all people very well, although they valued them in their own way.

The summer was hot, and every day more and more flies appeared. They fell into the milk, climbed into the soup, into the inkwell, buzzed, twirled and pestered everyone. But our little Mushka managed to become a real big fly and almost died several times. The first time she got stuck with her legs in the jam, so she barely crawled out; on another occasion she fell asleep on a lighted lamp and almost burned her wings; the third time I almost got caught between the window sashes - in general, there were enough adventures.

- What is it: these flies are no longer alive! .. - complained the cook. Like crazy, and they climb everywhere ... You need to harass them.

Even our Fly began to find that there were too many flies, especially in the kitchen. In the evenings, the ceiling was covered with a moving netting as if alive. And when the provisions were brought, the flies threw themselves at her in a living heap, pushed each other and quarreled terribly. Only the most lively and strongest got the best pieces, and the rest got scraps. Pasha was right.

But then something terrible happened. Once in the morning, Pasha, along with provisions, brought a pack of very tasty pieces of paper - that is, they became delicious when they were laid out on plates, sprinkled with fine sugar and poured over with warm water.

- Here's a great treat for flies! - Said the cook Pasha, placing the plates in the most prominent places.

The flies, even without Pasha, guessed that this was being done for them, and in a merry crowd pounced on a new meal. Our Fly also rushed to one plate, but she was pushed back rather rudely.

- What are you pushing, gentlemen? - she was offended. “But by the way, I’m not so greedy as to take anything away from others.” It is finally impolite ...

Then something impossible happened. The most greedy flies were the first to pay ... They wandered at first like drunken ones, and then they completely fell off. The next morning Pasha poured a whole large plate of dead flies. Only the most prudent survived, including our Fly.

- We do not want pieces of paper! - everyone squeaked. - We do not want…

But the next day the same thing happened again. Of the prudent flies, only the most prudent have survived. But Pasha found that there were too many of these, the most prudent.

“They don’t live on…” she complained.

Then the gentleman, whose name was Dad, brought three glass, very beautiful caps, poured beer into them and put them on plates ... Then the most sensible flies were caught. It turned out that these caps are just flycatchers. Flies flew to the smell of beer, fell into the cap and died there, because they could not find a way out.

- Now it's great! .. - Pasha approved; she turned out to be a completely heartless woman and rejoiced in someone else's misfortune.

What's so great, judge for yourself. If people had the same wings as flies, and if we put flycatchers the size of a house, they would come across in the same way ... Our Fly, taught by the bitter experience of even the most prudent flies, stopped completely believing people. They only seem to be kind, these people, but in essence they are doing nothing but deceiving gullible poor flies all their lives. Oh, this is the most cunning and evil animal, to tell the truth! ..

The flies were greatly diminished from all these troubles, and now there is a new trouble. It turned out that the summer had passed, the rains had begun, a cold wind had blown, and generally unpleasant weather had set in.

- Has the summer passed? - the surviving flies were surprised. Excuse me, when did it manage to pass? This is finally unfair ... Before they had time to look back, and then autumn.

It was worse than poisoned papers and glass flytraps. From the coming bad weather, one could seek protection only from one's own worst enemy, that is, the lord of man. Alas! Now the windows did not open for whole days, but only occasionally - the vents. Even the sun itself was shining just to deceive the gullible houseflies. How would you like, for example, such a picture? Morning. The sun peers into all the windows so merrily, as if inviting all the flies into the garden. You might think that summer is returning again ... And what, - gullible flies fly out through the window, but the sun only shines, not warms. They fly back - the window is closed. Many flies died in this way on cold autumn nights only due to their credulity.

“No, I don’t believe it,” said our Fly. - I don’t believe anything ... If the sun is deceiving, then who and what can you believe?

It is clear that with the onset of autumn, all flies experienced the most bad mood of spirit. Almost everyone's character immediately deteriorated. There was no mention of the previous joys. Everyone became so gloomy, lethargic and displeased. Some even went so far as to bite, which was not the case before.

Our Fly had such a deteriorated character that she did not recognize herself at all. Previously, for example, she felt sorry for other flies when they died, but now she thought only of herself. She was even ashamed to say out loud what she thought:

"Well, let them die - I will get more."

Firstly, there are not so many real warm corners in which a real, decent fly can live the winter, and secondly, they just got tired of other flies that climbed everywhere, snatched out the best pieces from under their noses and generally behaved quite unceremoniously. It's time to rest.

These other flies understood these evil thoughts exactly and died in the hundreds. They didn't even die, but fell asleep as if. With each passing day, fewer and fewer of them were made, so there was absolutely no need for poisoned pieces of paper or glass flycatchers. But even this was not enough for our Mukha: she wanted to be completely alone. Think how lovely it is - five rooms, and only one fly! ..

Such a happy day has come. Early in the morning our Fly woke up quite late. She had long been experiencing some kind of incomprehensible fatigue and preferred to sit motionless in her corner, under the stove. And then she felt that something extraordinary had happened. As soon as I flew to the window, everything became clear at once. The first snow fell ... The earth was covered with a bright white blanket.

- Ah, so this is what winter happens! - she realized at once. - It is completely white, like a lump of good sugar ...

Then the Fly noticed that all the other flies had disappeared completely. The poor things could not bear the first cold and fell asleep wherever it happened. The fly would have felt sorry for them at another time, but now she thought:

"That's great ... Now I'm all alone! .. Nobody will eat my jam, my sugar, my crumbs ... Oh, how good! .."

She flew around all the rooms and once again made sure that she was completely alone. Now you could do whatever you wanted to do. And how good it is that the rooms are so warm! Winter is there, on the street, and the rooms are warm and cozy, especially when lamps and candles are lit in the evening. With the first lamp, however, a small nuisance came out - the Fly was again flying into the fire and almost burned out.

“This is probably a winter fly trap,” she realized, rubbing her burned paws. - No, you won't fool me ... Oh, I understand everything perfectly! .. Do you want to burn the last fly? And I do not want this at all ... There is also a stove in the kitchen - don't I understand that this is also a trap for flies! ..

The last Fly was happy for only a few days, and then suddenly she became bored, so bored, so bored that, it seems, she couldn't even tell. Of course, she was warm, she was full, and then, then she began to get bored. She flies, flies, rests, eats, flies again - and again she becomes more boring than before.

- Oh, how bored I am! - she squeaked in the most pitiful thin voice, flying from room to room. - If only there was one more fly, the nastiest, but still a fly ...

No matter how the last Fly complained about her loneliness, absolutely no one wanted to understand her. Of course, this angered her even more, and she pestered people like crazy. Someone will sit on the nose, someone in the ear, otherwise they will start flying back and forth before their eyes. In short, a real crazy woman.

- Lord, how can you not want to understand that I am completely alone and that I am very bored? - she squeaked to everyone. “You don’t even know how to fly, and therefore you don’t know what boredom is. If only someone would play with me ... No, where are you going? What could be more clumsy and awkward than a person? The ugliest thing I've ever met ...

The last Fly bothered both the dog and the cat - absolutely everyone. Most of all, she upset when Aunt Olya said:

- Ah, the last fly ... Please don't touch it. Let it live all winter.

What is it? This is a direct insult. It seems that they have ceased to count her as a fly. “Let him live,” tell me what a favor you did! And if I'm bored! And if I, perhaps, do not want to live at all? I don’t want to, and that's it. ”

The last Fly was so angry with everyone that even the very woman became frightened. Flies, buzzes, squeaks ... The Spider sitting in the corner finally took pity on her and said:

- Dear Fly, come to me ... What a beautiful web I have!

- I humbly thank you ... Here's another friend! I know what your beautiful web is. Probably, you were sometime a man, and now you are only pretending to be a spider.

- As you know, I wish you well.

- Oh, how disgusting! This is called - to wish well: to eat the last Fly! ..

They quarreled a lot, and yet it was boring, so boring, so boring that you couldn't tell. The fly got angry at everyone, got tired and declared loudly:

- If so, if you don’t want to understand how bored I am, then I will sit in the corner for the whole winter!

She even burst into tears of grief, recalling the past summer fun. How many funny flies there were; and she still wanted to be completely alone. It was a fatal mistake ...

Winter dragged on endlessly, and the last Fly began to think that there would be no more summer at all. She wanted to die, and she was crying on the sly. It is, probably, people invented winter, because they come up with absolutely everything that is harmful to flies. Or maybe it was Aunt Olya who hid the summer somewhere, how does she hide sugar and jam? ..

The Last Fly was about to die completely out of despair when something very special happened. She, as usual, was sitting in her corner and was angry, when suddenly she hears: w-w-wzh! .. At first she could not believe her own ears, but thought that someone was deceiving her. And then ... God, what was that! .. A real live fly, still very young, flew past her. She had just been born and was happy.

- Spring begins! .. spring! She buzzed.

How glad they were to each other! They hugged, kissed and even licked each other with their proboscis. For several days old Fly told how bad she had spent the whole winter and how bored she was on her own. Young Mushka only laughed in a thin voice and could not understand how boring it was.

- Spring! spring! .. - she repeated.

When Aunt Olya ordered all the winter frames to be put up and Alyonushka looked out the first open window, the last Fly immediately understood everything.

- Now I know everything, - she buzzed, flying out the window, - we make summer, flies ...

Fairy tale about Voronushka - black head and yellow bird Canary

A crow sits on a birch and slaps its nose on a knot: clap-clap. I cleaned my nose, looked around and cawed:

- Carr ... carr! ..

The cat Vaska, who was dozing on the fence, almost collapsed with fear and began to grumble:

- Eck you took, black head ... God will give you such a neck! .. Why were you happy?

- Leave me alone ... I have no time, can't you see? Oh, how once ... Karr-karr-karr! .. And all the business and business.

- I'm tired, poor, - Vaska laughed.

“Be quiet, you lazy person ... You’ve just laid out all your sides, you only know that you bask in the sun, but I don’t know peace since morning: I’ve sat on ten rooftops, I flew around half the city, I looked around all the nooks and crannies. And also here it is necessary to fly to the bell tower, to visit the market, to dig in the garden ... Why am I wasting time with you, - I have no time. Oh, how there was no time!

Crow slammed in last time nose on a bitch, startled and just wanted to flutter when she heard a terrible cry. A flock of sparrows was rushing, and some little yellow bird was flying in front.

- Brothers, hold her ... oh, hold! - the sparrows squeaked.

- What? Where to? - Crow shouted, rushing after the sparrows.

The Crow flapped its wings a dozen times and caught up with the sparrow flock. The yellow bird was exhausted and rushed into a small garden, where bushes of lilacs, currants and bird cherry trees grew. She wanted to hide from the sparrows chasing her. A yellow bird huddled under a bush, and the Crow was right there.

- Who are you going to be? She croaked.

The sparrows sprinkled the bush, as if someone had thrown a handful of peas.

They got angry at the yellow bird and wanted to peck at it.

- Why do you offend her? - asked the Crow.

- And why is it yellow? .. - all the sparrows squeaked at once.

The crow looked at the yellow bird: indeed, all yellow, shook her head and said:

- Oh, you mischievous people ... It's not a bird at all! .. Are there such birds? She only pretends to be a bird ...

The sparrows squeaked, crackled, got even more angry, and there was nothing to do, they had to get out.

Conversations with Vorona are short: the wearer is so enough that the spirit is out.

Having dispersed the sparrows, the Crow began to pry on the yellow bird, which was breathing heavily and looked so plaintively with its black eyes.

- Who will you be? - asked the Crow.

- I am a Canary ...

- Look, do not deceive, otherwise it will be bad. If it weren't for me, so the sparrows would peck at you ...

- Really, I am a Canary ...

- Where did you come from?

- And I lived in a cage ... in a cage and was born and grew up and lived. I still wanted to fly like other birds. The cage stood at the window, and I kept looking at the other birds ... They had such fun, but the cage was so cramped. Well, the girl Alyonushka brought a cup of water, opened the door, and I broke free. She flew, flew around the room, and then through the window and flew out.

- What were you doing in the cage?

- I sing well ...

- Come on, sing.

The canary sang. The crow tilted its head to one side and was surprised.

- You call it singing? Ha-ha ... Your masters were stupid if they were fed for such singing. If I had someone to feed, so a real bird, like me, for example ... Just now she croaked, - so the rogue Vaska almost fell off the fence. This is singing! ..

- I know Vaska ... The most terrible animal. How many times has he approached our cage. The eyes are green, and they are burning, it will release its claws ...

- Well, who is afraid and who is not ... He is a big cheat, that's true, but there is nothing terrible. Well, let's talk about this later ... But I still can't believe that you are a real bird ...

- Really, auntie, I am a bird, quite a bird. All canaries are birds ...

- Okay, okay, we'll see ... But how are you going to live?

- I need a little: a few grains, a piece of sugar, a crouton - that's full.

- Look, what a lady! .. Well, you can still manage without sugar, but you will somehow get the grains. Actually, I like you. Do you want to live together? I have a great nest on the birch ...

- Thanks to. Only sparrows ...

- You will live with me, so no one will dare to touch a finger. Not only sparrows, but a rogue Vaska knows my character. I don't like to joke ...

The canary immediately cheered up and flew with the Crow. Well, the nest is excellent, if only a piece of crackers and a piece of sugar ...

The Crow and the Canary began to live and live in the same nest. Although the crow sometimes liked to grumble, it was not an angry bird. The main flaw in her character was that she envied everyone, and considered herself offended.

- Well, why are stupid chickens better than me? And they are fed, looked after, they are cherished, - she complained to the Canary. - Also, take the pigeons ... What is the use of them, but no, no, and throw them a handful of oats. Also a stupid bird ... And as soon as I get some help, everyone is starting to drive me into three necks. Is this fair? Moreover, they scold in pursuit: "Oh, you, crow!" Have you noticed that I will be better than others and prettier? .. Suppose you don't have to say this about yourself, but force yourself. Is not it?

The canary agreed with everything:

- Yes, you are a big bird ...

- That's what it is. They keep parrots in cages, take care of them, and why is a parrot better than me? .. So, the stupidest bird. He only knows what to shout and mutter, but no one can understand what he is muttering about. Is not it?

- Yes, we also had a parrot and terribly bored everyone.

- But you never know other such birds, which live for some unknown reason! .. Starlings, for example, will arrive like crazy from nowhere, live the summer and fly away again. Swallows too, tits, nightingales - you never know such rubbish will be typed. Not a single serious, real bird at all ... Smells a little cold, that's all, and let's run away wherever they look.

In fact, Crow and Canary did not understand each other. The canary did not understand this life in the wild, and the Crow did not understand in captivity.

- Really, auntie, no one has ever thrown a grain? - Canary wondered. - Well, one grain?

- What are you stupid ... What are the grains? Just look, as if someone did not kill with a stick or with a stone. People are very angry ...

With the latter, the Canary could not agree in any way, because her people were feeding. Maybe it’s the Crow that thinks so ... However, the Canary soon had to be convinced of the human anger for herself. Once she was sitting on the fence, when suddenly a heavy stone whistled over her head. Schoolchildren were walking down the street, they saw a Crow on the fence - how not to throw a stone at her?

- Well, have you seen it now? - asked the Crow, climbing onto the roof. That's all they are, that is, people.

- Maybe you annoyed them with something, auntie?

“Absolutely nothing… They're just so angry. They all hate me ...

The canary felt sorry for the poor Crow, whom no one, no one loved. You can't live like that ...

There were enough enemies in general. For example, Vaska the cat ... With what oily eyes he looked at all the birds, pretended to be asleep, and the Canary saw with her own eyes how he grabbed a small, inexperienced sparrow, only the bones crunched and the feathers flew ... Wow, scary! Then the hawks are also good: they float in the air, and then like a stone and fall on some careless bird. The canary also saw the hawk dragging the chicken. However, the Crow was not afraid of either cats or hawks, and even she herself was not averse to feasting on a small bird. At first, the Canary did not believe it, until she was convinced with her own eyes. Once she saw how the whole flock of sparrows were chasing Crow. They fly, squeak, crackle ... The canary was terribly frightened and hid in the nest.

- Give it back! - the sparrows squeaked furiously, flying over the crow's nest. - What is it? This is a robbery! ..

The crow darted into its nest, and the Canary saw with horror what she had brought in the claws of a dead, bloody sparrow.

- Auntie, what are you doing?

- Be quiet ... - hissed the Crow.

Her eyes were terrible - and they shine ... The canary closed her eyes in fear, so as not to see how the Crow would tear the unfortunate sparrow.

"After all, this is how she will eat me someday," thought the Canary.

But the Crow, having eaten, made herself kinder every time. He cleans his nose, sits down more comfortably somewhere on a branch and sleeps sweetly. In general, as Canary noticed, the aunt was terribly gluttonous and did not disdain anything. She drags a crust of bread, then a piece of rotten meat, then some scraps that she was looking for in the garbage pits. The latter was Crow's favorite pastime, and the Canary could not understand what pleasure it was to dig in the cesspool. However, it was difficult to blame the Crow: she ate every day as much as twenty canaries would not have eaten. And all the Crow's concern was only about food ... He would sit down somewhere on the roof and look out.

When the Crow was too lazy to find food herself, she indulged in tricks. He will see that the sparrows are fiddling with something, and now he will rush. As if she was flying by, and she herself was screaming at the top of her throat:

- Ah, I have no time ... I have no time at all! ..

Flies up, grabs prey and was like that.

“It’s not good, auntie, to take away from others,” the indignant Canary once remarked.

- Not good? What if I want to eat all the time?

- And others also want ...

“Well, the others will take care of themselves. It's you, sissies, they feed everyone in the cages, and we ourselves have to get everything for ourselves. And so, do you need a lot or do you need a sparrow?

Summer flashed by imperceptibly. The sun was getting colder, and the day was shorter. The rains began, a cold wind blew. The canary felt like the most unfortunate bird, especially when it was raining. And the Crow doesn't notice anything.

- So what if it rains? She wondered. - Goes, goes and stops.

- Why, it's cold, auntie! Oh, how cold! ..

It was especially bad at night. The wet Canary was trembling all over. And the Crow is still angry:

- What a sissy! .. Whether it will still be when the cold hits and it snows.

The crow even felt hurt. What kind of bird is it if it is afraid of rain, wind and cold? After all, one cannot live like this in this world. She again began to doubt that this was a Canary bird. Probably only pretending to be a bird ...

- Really, I'm a real bird, auntie! - assured the Canary with tears in her eyes. - Only I get cold ...

- That's it, look! And it still seems to me that you are only pretending to be a bird ...

“No, really, I’m not pretending.

Sometimes the Canary thought hard about her fate. Perhaps it would be better to stay in the cage ... It's warm and nourishing there. She even flew several times to the window on which her own cage stood. There were already two new canaries sitting there and were jealous of her.

“Oh, how cold…” the chilly Canary squeaked piteously. - Let me go home.

Once in the morning, when the Canary looked out of the crow's nest, she was struck by a dull picture: the ground overnight was covered with the first snow, like a shroud. Everything was white around ... And most importantly - the snow covered all those grains that the Canary ate. The mountain ash remained, but she could not eat this sour berry. The crow sits, pecks at the mountain ash and praises:

- Ah, the berry is good! ..

After starving for two days, the Canary became desperate. What will happen next? .. That way, you can die of hunger ...

The Canary sits and grieves. And then he sees - the very schoolchildren who threw a stone at the Crow, spread a net on the ground, sprinkled delicious flaxseed into the garden and ran away.

- Yes, they are not evil at all, these boys, - the Canary rejoiced, glancing at the outstretched net. - Auntie, the boys brought me food!

- Good food, there is nothing to say! - grumbled the Crow. - You don’t even think about sticking your nose there ... Do you hear? As soon as you start pecking the grains, you will get into the net.

- And then what will happen?

- And then they'll put you in a cage again ...

The Canary took thought: I wanted to eat, and I didn't want to go to the cage. Of course, it is both cold and hungry, but still living outside is much better, especially when it is not raining.

For several days the Canary was fastened, but hunger is not aunt, - she was tempted by the bait and fell into the net.

- Fathers, guard! .. - she squeaked plaintively. - I will never again ... Better to die of hunger than to fall into the cage again!

Now it seemed to the canary that there was nothing better in the world than a crow's nest. Well, yes, of course, it happened both cold and hungry, but still - full will. Wherever she wanted, she flew there ... She even cried. The boys will come and put her back in the cage. Fortunately for her, she flew past the Crow and saw that things were bad.

- Oh, you stupid! .. - she grumbled. “I told you not to touch the bait.

- Auntie, I will not be more ...

The crow arrived on time. The boys had already fled to seize the prey, but the Crow managed to break the thin net, and the Canary found herself free again. The boys chased the damned Crow for a long time, threw sticks and stones at her and scolded.

- Oh, how good! - the Canary rejoiced, finding herself again in her nest.

- That's good. Look at me ... - Crow grumbled.

Canary again healed in the crow's nest and no longer complained about the cold or hunger. Once the Crow flew off to prey, spent the night in the field, and returned home, the Canary lies in the nest, legs up. Raven made her head to one side, looked and said:

- Well, after all, I said that this is not a bird! ..

Smarter than everyone

Fairy tale

The turkey woke up, as usual, earlier than the others, when it was still dark, woke up his wife and said:

- Am I the smartest of all? Yes?

The turkey coughed awake for a long time and then answered:

- Oh, what a clever ... Khe-khe! .. Who does not know this? Khe ...

- No, you speak bluntly: smarter than everyone? It's just that there are enough smart birds, and the smartest of all - one, that's me.

- The smartest of all ... cough! Everyone is smarter ... Khe-khe-khe! ..

The turkey even got a little angry and added in such a tone that other birds could hear:

- You know, it seems to me that I am little respected. Yes, very few.

- No, it seems to you so ... Khe-khe! - the Turkey calmed him, starting to correct the feathers that had strayed during the night. - Yes, it just seems ... Birds are smarter than you and you can't imagine. Khe-khe-khe!

- And Gusak? Oh, I understand everything ... Suppose he does not say anything directly, but is more silent. But I feel that he silently does not respect me ...

- And you do not pay attention to him. Not worth it ... che! After all, you noticed that Gusak is stupid?

- Who does not see this? On his face it is written: stupid gander, and nothing else. Yes ... But Gander is still nothing - how can you be angry with a stupid bird? And here is the Rooster, the simplest rooster ... What did he shout about me the day before yesterday? And how he shouted - all the neighbors heard. He seems to have called me even very stupid ... Something like that in general.

- Oh, how strange you are! - Turkey was surprised. “Don’t you know why he’s screaming at all?”

- Well, why?

- Khe-khe-khe ... Very simple, and everyone knows. You are a rooster, and he is a rooster, only he is a very, very simple rooster, the most ordinary rooster, and you are a real Indian, overseas rooster - so he cries out with envy. Every bird wants to be an Indian rooster ... Khe-khe-khe! ..

- Well, this is difficult, mother ... Ha-ha! Look what you want! Some simple cock - and suddenly wants to become Indian - no, brother, you are naughty! .. He will never be Indian.

The turkey was such a modest and kind bird and was constantly upset that Turkey would always quarrel with someone. Even today, I didn’t have time to wake up, and already thinks out with whom to start a quarrel or even a fight. Generally the most restless bird, although not angry. The turkey got a little offended when other birds began to laugh at the turkey and called him a chatterbox, talker and lomak. Suppose they were partly right, but find a bird without flaws? That's what it is! Such birds do not exist, and it is even more pleasant when you find even the smallest flaw in another bird.

The awakened birds poured out of the chicken coop into the yard, and a desperate hubbub immediately arose. The chickens were especially noisy. They ran around the yard, climbed to the kitchen window and shouted furiously:

- Ah-where! Ah-where-where-where ... We want to eat! The cook Matryona must have died and wants to starve us to death ...

“Gentlemen, have patience,” said Gusak, who was standing on one leg. Look at me: I also want to eat, and I do not scream like you. If I screamed at the top of my lungs ... like this ... Hoo! .. Or like this: hoo-hoo !!.

The gander cackled so desperately that Matryona the cook immediately woke up.

“It’s good for him to talk about patience,” grumbled one Duck, “there’s such a throat, like a pipe. And then, if I had such a long neck and such a strong beak, then I too would preach patience. She herself would have eaten most of all, and would advise others to endure ... We know this goose patience ...

The Rooster supported the duck and shouted:

- Yes, it is good for Gusak to talk about patience ... And who pulled my two best feathers out of my tail yesterday? It is even ignoble to grab right by the tail. Suppose we had a little quarrel, and I wanted to peck Gusak's head - I don’t deny it, there was such an intention - but I am to blame, not my tail. Is this what I say, gentlemen?

Hungry birds, like hungry people, became unjust precisely because they were hungry.

Out of pride, the turkey never rushed with others to feed, but patiently waited for Matryona to drive away another greedy bird and call him. So it was now. The turkey walked to the side, near the fence, and pretended to be looking for something among various rubbish.

- Khe-khe ... oh, how I want to eat! - Turkey complained, walking after her husband. - Now Matryona threw the oats ... yes ... and, it seems, the remnants of yesterday's porridge ... che-che! Oh, how I love porridge! .. I, it seems, would always eat one porridge, my whole life. I even sometimes see her in my dreams at night ...

The turkey loved to complain when she was hungry, and demanded that the turkey certainly pity her. Among other birds, she resembled an old woman: she always hunched over, coughed, walked with a broken gait, as if her legs had been attached to her only yesterday.

- Yes, it's good to eat porridge too, - Turkey agreed with her. “But a smart bird never rushes to food. Is that what I say? If the owner does not feed me, I will starve to death ... right? Where would he find another turkey like that?

- There is no other like this anywhere ...

- That's it ... And the porridge, in essence, is nothing. Yes ... It's not about the porridge, but about Matryona. Is that what I say? There would be Matryona, but there will be porridge. Everything in the world depends on one Matryona - and oats, and porridge, and cereals, and a crust of bread.

Despite all this reasoning, Turkey was beginning to experience the pangs of hunger. Then he became completely sad when all the other birds had eaten, and Matryona did not come out to call him. What if she forgot about him? After all, this is an absolutely nasty thing ...

But then something happened that made Turkey forget even about his own hunger. It began with the fact that one young hen, walking near the barn, suddenly shouted:

- Ah-where! ..

All the other chickens immediately picked up and shouted in good obscenities: “Ah-where! where, where ... "And the Rooster roared the most, of course:

- Karraul! .. Who is there?

The birds that ran to the cry saw a very unusual thing. Near the barn itself, in a hole, lay something gray, round, covered all over with sharp needles.

“It's a simple stone,” someone remarked.

“He was stirring,” Chicken explained. - I, too, thought that the stone came up, and how he moved ... Really! It seemed to me that he had eyes, but stones do not have eyes.

“You never know what a stupid hen can think of out of fear,” Turkey said. - Maybe this ... this ...

- Yes, it's a mushroom! - shouted Gusak. - I have seen exactly such mushrooms, only without needles.

Everyone laughed loudly at Gusak.

- Rather, it looks like a hat, - someone tried to guess and was also laughed at.

- Does a hat have eyes, gentlemen?

- There is nothing to talk in vain, but you need to act, - decided for all the Rooster. - Hey you, thing in needles, tell me, what kind of animal? I don’t like to joke ... do you hear?

Since there was no answer, the Rooster considered himself insulted and rushed at the unknown offender. He tried to peck twice and stepped aside in embarrassment.

“It's… it's a huge burdock, and nothing else,” he explained. - There is nothing tasty ... Would anyone like to try?

Everyone chatted about what came into their heads. There was no end to guesses and assumptions. Only Turkey was silent. Well, let others talk, and he will listen to other people's nonsense. The birds shouted for a long time, shouted and argued, until someone shouted:

- Gentlemen, why are we racking our brains in vain when we have a Turkey? He knows everything ...

“Of course I know,” said Turkey, spreading his tail and inflating his red gut on his nose.

- And if you know, so tell us.

- And if I don’t want to? Okay, I just don't want to.

Everyone began to plead with Turkey.

- After all, you are our smartest bird, Turkey! Tell me, my dear ... What should you say?

The turkey broke for a long time and finally said:

- Well, well, I think I will say ... yes, I will. Just first you tell me who do you think I am?

- Who does not know that you are the smartest bird! .. - answered all in chorus. So they say: smart as a turkey.

- So you respect me?

- Respect! We respect everyone! ..

The turkey broke a little more, then it fluffed up all over, blew out its gut, walked around the tricky beast three times around and said:

- This is ... yes ... Do you want to know what it is?

- We want! .. Please, do not weary, but tell me soon.

- This is someone crawling somewhere ...

Everyone was just about to laugh when a giggle was heard, and a thin voice said:

- That's the smartest bird! .. hee hee ...

A little black muzzle with two black eyes appeared from under the needles, sniffed the air and said:

- Hello, gentlemen ... But how did you not recognize this Hedgehog, little man-little Hedgehog? .. Oh, what a funny Turkey you have, excuse me, what is he ... How to say it more politely? .. Well, stupid Turkey ...

Everyone felt even scared after such an insult, which the Hedgehog inflicted on Turkey. Of course, Turkey said something stupid, this is true, but it does not follow from this that the Hedgehog has the right to insult him. Finally, it is simply impolite to come into someone else's house and offend the owner. As you wish, Turkey is still an important, representative bird and certainly not like some unfortunate Hedgehog.

All at once went over to the side of Turkey, and a terrible hubbub arose.

- Probably, the Hedgehog considers us all stupid too! - shouted the Rooster, flapping his wings

- He insulted us all! ..

“If anyone is stupid, it’s him, that is, the Hedgehog,” said Gusak, stretching his neck. - I noticed it right away ... yes! ..

- Can mushrooms be stupid? - answered the Hedgehog.

- Gentlemen, that we are talking to him in vain! - shouted the Rooster. - All the same, he will not understand anything ... It seems to me that we are just wasting time. Yes ... If, for example, you, Gander, grab him by the stubble with your strong beak on one side, and Turkey and I grab his stubble on the other, it will now be seen who is smarter. After all, the mind cannot be hidden under the stupid stubble ...

- Well, I agree ... - said Gusak. - It will be even better if I grab onto his stubble behind, and you, Rooster, will peck him right in the face ... So, gentlemen? Who is smarter, now it will be seen.

The turkey was silent all the time. At first he was stunned by the insolence of the Hedgehog, and he could not find an answer to him. Then Turkey became angry, so angry that even he himself became a little scared. He wanted to rush at the rude man and tear him apart into small pieces, so that everyone could see this and once again be convinced what a serious and stern Turkey bird is. He even took a few steps towards the Hedgehog, pouted terribly and just wanted to rush, when everyone started shouting and scolding the Hedgehog. The turkey stopped and patiently began to wait for how it would all end.

When the Rooster offered to drag the Hedgehog by the stubble in different directions, Turkey stopped his zeal:

- Excuse me, gentlemen ... Maybe we will arrange the whole thing in peace ... Yes. It seems to me that there is a small misunderstanding here. Leave me, gentlemen, it's all business for me ...

“Okay, we'll wait,” the Rooster reluctantly agreed, wishing to fight the Hedgehog as soon as possible. - But nothing will come of it anyway ...

- And this is my business, - Turkey replied calmly. - Yes, listen how I am going to talk ...

Everyone crowded around the Hedgehog and began to wait. The turkey walked around him, cleared his throat and said:

- Listen, Mr. Hedgehog ... Explain seriously. I don't like household troubles at all.

“God, how smart he is, how smart! ..” - Turkey thought, listening to her husband in mute delight.

- Pay attention first of all to the fact that you are in a decent and well-bred society, - continued Turkey. - It means something ... yes ... Many consider it an honor to get into our yard, but - alas! - rarely anyone succeeds.

- But this is so, between us, and the main thing is not that ...

The turkey stopped, paused for importance, and then continued:

- Yes, so the main thing ... Did you really think that we have no idea about hedgehogs? I have no doubt that Gusak, who mistook you for a mushroom, was joking, and Rooster, too, and others ... Isn't it, gentlemen?

- Quite rightly, Turkey! - shouted all at once so loudly that the Hedgehog hid his black muzzle.

"Oh, how smart he is!" - thought Turkey, beginning to guess what was the matter.

- As you can see, Mr. Hedgehog, we all love to joke, - continued Turkey. I'm not talking about myself ... yes. Why not joke? And, as it seems to me, you, Mr. Hedgehog, also have a cheerful character ...

- Oh, you guessed it, - admitted the Hedgehog, again exposing his muzzle. - I have such a cheerful disposition that I cannot even sleep at night ... Many cannot stand it, but I am bored to sleep.

- Well, you see ... You will probably get along in character with our Rooster, which bawls like a madman at night.

Everyone suddenly felt cheerful, as if everyone only lacked the Hedgehog for the fullness of life. The turkey was triumphant that he had so deftly got out of the awkward position when the Hedgehog called him stupid and laughed right in his face.

“By the way, Mr. Hedgehog, admit it,” Turkey said, winking, because you were joking, of course, when you just called me ... yes ... well, stupid bird?

- Of course I was joking! - the Hedgehog assured. - I have such a funny character! ..

- Yes, yes, I was sure of that. Have you heard, gentlemen? - Turkey asked everyone.

- Heard ... Who could doubt it!

The turkey bent to the very ear of the Hedgehog and whispered to him in secret:

- So be it, I will tell you a terrible secret ... yes ... Only a condition: not to tell anyone. True, I am a little ashamed to talk about myself, but what can you do if I am the smartest bird! Sometimes it even embarrasses me a little, but you can't hide an sewn in a sack ... Please, just not a word about this to anyone! ..

The parable of the Milk, Oatmeal Kashka and the gray cat Murka

As you wish, but it was amazing! And the most amazing thing was that it was repeated every day. Yes, as they put a pot of milk and an earthenware pan with oatmeal on the stove in the kitchen, so it will begin. At first they stand as if nothing, and then the conversation begins:

- I am Milk ...

- And I - oatmeal!

At first, the conversation goes quietly, in a whisper, and then Kashka and Molochko begin to gradually get excited.

- I am Milk!

- And I - oatmeal!

The porridge was covered with a clay lid on top, and she grumbled in her saucepan like an old woman. And when she began to get angry, a bubble would pop up at the top, burst and say:

- And I'm still oatmeal ... pum!

Milk this boasting seemed terribly offensive. Please tell me what kind of unprecedented oatmeal! The milk began to get hot, rose up with foam and tried to get out of its pot. A little the cook overlooks, looks - Milk and poured onto the hot stove.

- Oh, this is Milk for me! - the cook complained every time. - A little overlooked - it will run away.

- What should I do if I have such a hot temper! justified the Milk. “I’m not happy when I’m angry.” And then Kashka constantly brags: "I am Kashka, I am Kashka, I am Kashka ..." He sits in his saucepan and grumbles; well, I'll get mad.

Sometimes it got to the point that Kashka ran away from the saucepan, despite her lid, and she would crawl onto the stove, and she herself repeats everything:

- And I am Kashka! Kashka! Kashka ... shhh!

It is true that this did not happen often, but it did happen, and the cook, in despair, repeated again and again:

- This is Kashka for me! .. And it’s amazing that she doesn’t sit in a saucepan!

The cook was generally worried quite often. And there were enough different reasons for such excitement ... For example, what was the cost of one cat Murka! Note that this was a very beautiful cat and the cook loved him very much. Each morning began with the fact that Murka walked on the heels of the cook and meowed in such a plaintive voice that, it seems, a stone heart could not bear it.

- What an insatiable womb! - the cook was surprised, driving away the cat. How many one liver did you eat yesterday?

- So it was yesterday! - Murka was surprised in turn. - And today I want to eat again ... Meow! ..

- Catch mice and eat, bummer.

“Yes, it’s good to say it, but I’d try to catch at least one mouse myself,” Murka justified. - However, I think I'm trying hard enough ... For example, last week who caught the mouse? And from whom did I get a scratch all over my nose? That was what I caught a rat, and she herself grabbed my nose ... It's just easy to say: catch the mice!

After eating the liver, Murka sat down somewhere near the stove, where it was warmer, closed his eyes and dozed sweetly.

- You see how much you ate! - the cook was surprised. - And he closed his eyes, a lazy person ... And still give him meat!

“After all, I’m not a monk, so as not to eat meat,” Murka justified himself, opening only one eye. - Then, I like to eat fish ... It’s even very nice to eat a fish. I still can't say which is better: liver or fish. Out of politeness, I eat both ... If I were a man, I would certainly be a fisherman or a peddler who brings us a liver. I would feed all the cats in the world to the end, and I myself would always be full ...

After eating, Murka liked to do various foreign objects for his own amusement. Why, for example, not sit for two hours at the window where the cage with the starling hung? It’s very nice to see a stupid bird jumping.

- I know you, old rogue! - shouts the Starling from above. - There is nothing to look at me ...

- And if I want to meet you?

- I know how you meet ... Who recently ate a real, live sparrow? Uh, disgusting! ..

- Not at all disgusting - and even vice versa. Everyone loves me ... Come to me, I'll tell you a fairy tale.

- Ah, a rogue ... There is nothing to say, a good storyteller! I saw you tell your stories to the fried chicken you stole from the kitchen. Good!

- As you know, I'm talking for your own pleasure. As for the fried chicken, I actually ate it; but he was no longer good anywhere anyway.

By the way, every morning Murka sat down by the heated stove and patiently listened to the quarrels between Molochko and Kashka. He could not understand what was the matter, and only blinked.

- I am Milk.

- I am Kashka! Kashka-Kashka-kashshshsh ...

- No, I don’t understand! I absolutely don’t understand anything, ”said Murka. Why are they angry? For example, if I repeat: I am a cat, I am a cat, a cat, a cat ... Will anyone be offended? .. No, I don’t understand ... However, I must confess that I prefer milk, especially when it is not angry.

Somehow Molochko and Kashka were quarreling especially hotly; quarreled to the point that half poured out on the stove, and a terrible fumes rose. The cook came running and only threw up her hands.

- Well, what am I going to do now? - she complained, putting Milk and Kashka off the stove. - You can't turn away ...

Leaving aside Molochko and Kashka, the cook went to the market for provisions. Murka immediately took advantage of this. He sat down with Milk, blew on him and said:

- Please do not be angry, Milk ...

The milk began to calm down noticeably. Murka walked around him, blew again, straightened his mustache and spoke quite affectionately:

- That's what, gentlemen ... Quarreling is generally not good. Yes. Choose me as judge of the peace, and I will immediately examine your case ...

The black Cockroach sitting in the crack even choked with laughter: “This is how the magistrate ... Ha-ha! Ah, the old rogue, what he can think of! .. ”But Molochko and Kashka were glad that their quarrel would finally be sorted out. They themselves did not even know how to tell what was the matter and why they were arguing.

“Okay, okay, I'll sort it out,” said Murka the cat. - I really will not twist my heart ... Well, let's start with Milk.

He walked around the jar of Milk several times, tasted it with his paw, blew on the Milk from above and began lapping.

- Fathers! .. Help! - shouted the Cockroach. “He’ll drink all the milk, and they’ll think of me!”

When the cook returned from the market and missed the milk, the pot was empty. Murka the cat slept by the stove itself, sweet sleep as if nothing had happened.

- Oh, you worthless! The cook scolded him, grabbing his ear. - Who drank the milk, tell me?

No matter how painful it was, Murka pretended not to understand anything and could not speak. When they threw him out the door, he shook himself, licked his rumpled fur, straightened his tail and said:

- If I were a cook, so all the cats from morning to night would only do what they drank milk. However, I am not angry with my cook, because she does not understand this ...

Time to sleep

One eye falls asleep at Alyonushka, another ear falls asleep at Alyonushka ...

- Dad, are you here?

- Here, baby ...

- You know what, dad ... I want to be a queen ...

Alyonushka fell asleep and smiles in her sleep.

Oh, how many flowers! And they all smile too. They surrounded Alyonushka's crib, whispering and laughing in thin voices. Scarlet flowers, blue flowers, yellow flowers, blue, pink, red, white - as if a rainbow had fallen to the ground and scattered living sparks, multi-colored lights and cheerful children's eyes.

- Alyonushka wants to be a queen! - the field bells rang merrily, swaying on thin green legs.

- Oh, how funny she is! - whispered modest Forget-me-nots.

- Gentlemen, this matter needs to be seriously discussed, - the yellow Dandelion fervently intervened. - I, at least, did not expect this in any way ...

- What does it mean to be a queen? - asked the blue field cornflower. I grew up in the field and do not understand your urban order.

- Very simple ... - intervened pink Carnation. “It’s so simple that you don’t need to explain. The queen is ... this is ... You still don't understand anything? Oh, how strange you are ... The Queen is when the flower is pink, like me. In other words: Alyonushka wants to be a carnation. Seems clear?

They all laughed merrily. Only Roses were silent. They considered themselves offended. Who does not know that the queen of all flowers is one Rose, tender, fragrant, wonderful? And all of a sudden some Carnation calls herself a queen ... It doesn't look like anything. Finally, Rose alone got angry, turned completely crimson and said:

- No, I'm sorry, Alyonushka wants to be a rose ... yes! Rose is a queen because everyone loves her.

- That's cute! - Dandelion got angry. - And for whom, in that case, do you take me?

“Dandelion, please don’t be angry,” the Forest Bells persuaded him. - It spoils the character and, moreover, it is ugly. Here we are - we are silent about the fact that Alyonushka wants to be a forest bell, because this is clear by itself.

There were many flowers, and they argued so funny. The wildflowers were so modest - like lilies of the valley, violets, forget-me-nots, bells, cornflowers, field carnations; and the flowers grown in greenhouses were a little self-important roses, tulips, lilies, daffodils, levkoi, like rich children dressed up in a festive way. Alyonushka was more fond of modest wildflowers, from which she made bouquets and wove wreaths. How glorious they are!

- Alyonushka loves us very much, - Violets whispered. - After all, we are the first in the spring. As soon as the snow melts - and we are here.

“And we, too,” said the Lilies of the Valley. - We are also spring flowers ... We are unpretentious and grow right in the forest.

- And what are we to blame for the fact that it is cold for us to grow right in the field? the fragrant curly Levkoi and Hyacinths complained. - We are only guests here, and our homeland is far away, where it is so warm and there is no winter at all. Oh, how nice it is there, and we constantly yearn for our sweet homeland ... It's so cold in your north. Alyonushka loves us too, and even very ...

“We’re doing well, too,” argued the wildflowers. - Of course, it is sometimes very cold, but it's great ... And then, the cold kills our worst enemies, like worms, midges and various insects. If not for the cold, we would have had a bad time.

“We also love the cold,” added Roses.

Azaleas and Camellias said the same. They all loved the cold when they picked up color.

“Here's what, gentlemen, let's talk about our homeland,” suggested the white Narcissus. - It's very interesting ... Alyonushka will listen to us. After all, she loves us too ...

Then they all spoke at once. Roses with tears recalled the blessed valleys of Shiraz, Hyacinths - Palestine, Azaleas - America, Lilies - Egypt ... Flowers gathered here from all over the world, and everyone could tell so much. Most of the flowers came from the south, where there is so much sun and no winter. How good it is! .. Yes, eternal summer! What huge trees grow there, what wonderful birds, how many beautiful butterflies that look like flying flowers, and flowers that look like butterflies ...

- We are only guests in the north, we are cold, - whispered all these southern plants.

The native wildflowers even felt sorry for them. Indeed, great patience is needed when the cold north wind blows, the cold rain is pouring, and the snow is falling. Suppose the spring snow is melting soon, but still snow.

“You have a huge flaw,” Vasilek explained after listening to these stories. - I don’t argue that you are perhaps more beautiful sometimes than us, simple wildflowers, - I willingly admit it ... yes ... In a word, you are our dear guests, and your main drawback is that you grow only for rich people, and we growing for everyone. We are much kinder ... Here I am, for example, you will see me in the hands of every village child. How much joy I bring to all poor children! .. You don’t have to pay money for me, you just need to go out into the field. I grow with wheat, rye, oats ...

Alyonushka listened to everything the flowers told her about, and was surprised. She really wanted to see everything herself, all those amazing countries that were just talked about.

“If I were a swallow, I would fly right now,” she said at last. - Why don't I have wings? Oh, how good it is to be a bird! ..

Before she had time to finish, the Ladybug crawled up to her, a real ladybug, so red, with black spots, with a black head and such thin black antennae and black thin legs.

- Alyonushka, let's fly! - Ladybug whispered, wiggling her antennae.

- And I have no wings, ladybug!

- Sit on me ...

- How can I sit down when you are little?

- But look ...

Alyonushka began to look and was more and more surprised. Ladybug spread her upper rigid wings and doubled, then she spread thin, like a cobweb, lower wings and became even larger. She grew in front of Alyonushka until she turned into a big, big one, so big that Alyonushka could freely sit on her back, between the red wings. It was very convenient.

- Do you feel good, Alyonushka? - asked the ladybug.

- Well, hold on tight now ...

In the first moment, when they flew, Alyonushka even closed her eyes in fear. It seemed to her that it was not she who was flying, but that everything was flying under her - cities, forests, rivers, mountains. Then it began to seem to her that she had become so small, small, with the head of a pin, and, moreover, as light as a fluff from a dandelion. And Ladybug flew fast, fast, so that only the air whistled between the wings.

“Look what’s down there…” Ladybug told her.

Alyonushka looked down and even clasped her hands.

- Oh, how many roses ... red, yellow, white, pink!

The ground was as if covered with a living carpet of roses.

“Let's go down to earth,” she begged the Ladybug.

They went down, and Alyonushka became big again, as it was before, and the Ladybug became small.

Alyonushka ran for a long time across the pink field and picked up a huge bouquet of flowers. How beautiful they are, these roses; and their scent makes you dizzy. If only this pink field could be transferred to the north, where roses are only dear guests! ..

She again became big-big, and Alyonushka - small-small.

They flew again.

How good it was all around! The sky was so blue, and the sea was still blue below. They flew over the steep and rocky coast.

- Are we going to fly across the sea? - asked Alyonushka.

- Yes ... just sit still and hold on tight.

At first, Alyonushka was even scared, and then nothing. Except for the sky and water, there was nothing left. And on the sea rushed like big birds with white wings, ships ... Small ships were like flies. Oh, how beautiful, how good! .. And in front you can already see the sea coast - low, yellow and sandy, the mouth of some huge river, some completely white city, as if it were built of sugar. And further on was a dead desert, where there were only pyramids. Ladybug sank down on the river bank. Here grew green papyri and lilies, wonderful, delicate lilies.

- How good it is here with you, - Alyonushka spoke to them. - You don't have a winter?

- And what is winter? - Lilies were surprised.

- Winter is when it snows ...

- What is snow?

The lilies even laughed. They thought the little northern girl was joking with them. It is true that every autumn huge flocks of birds flew here from the north and also talked about winter, but they themselves did not see it, but spoke from hearsay.

Alyonushka also did not believe that there is no winter. So you don't need a fur coat and a felt boot?

“I'm hot…” she complained. - You know, Ladybug, it's not even good when it's eternal summer.

- Who is used to it, Alyonushka.

They flew to the high mountains, on the tops of which lay eternal snow. It wasn't that hot in here. Impenetrable forests began behind the mountains. It was dark under the arches, because sunlight did not penetrate here through the dense tops of the trees. Monkeys jumped on the branches. And how many birds were green, red, yellow, blue ... But the most amazing were the flowers that grew right on the tree trunks. There were flowers of a completely fiery color, they were variegated; there were flowers that looked like small birds and large butterflies, the whole forest seemed to be burning with multi-colored living lights.

“These are orchids,” Ladybug explained.

It was impossible to walk here - everything was so intertwined.

“It's a sacred flower,” Ladybug explained. - It is called a lotus ...

Alyonushka saw so much that she was finally tired. She wanted to go home: after all, home is better.

- I love snowball, - said Alyonushka. - It's not good without winter ...

They flew again, and the higher they climbed, the colder it became. Soon snowy glades appeared below. Only one coniferous forest was green. Alyonushka was terribly happy when she saw the first Christmas tree.

- Herringbone, herringbone! She shouted.

- Hello, Alyonushka! - the green Herringbone shouted to her from below.

It was a real Christmas tree - Alyonushka recognized her immediately. Oh, what a sweet Christmas tree! .. Alyonushka bent down to tell her how cute she is, and suddenly flew down. Wow, how scary! .. She turned over several times in the air and fell right into the soft snow. Out of fear, Alyonushka closed her eyes and did not know if she was alive or died.

- How did you get here, baby? Someone asked her.

Alyonushka opened her eyes and saw a gray-haired, hunched-over old man. She, too, recognized him immediately. It was the same old man who brings clever children Christmas trees, golden stars, boxes with bombs and the most amazing toys. Oh, he is so kind, this old man! .. He immediately took her in his arms, covered her with his fur coat and again asked:

- How did you get here, little girl?

- I traveled on Ladybug ... Oh, how much I saw, grandfather! ..

- So-so…

- And I know you, grandfather! You bring Christmas trees to the children ...

- So, so ... And now I also arrange a Christmas tree.

He showed her a long pole, which did not at all resemble a tree.

- What kind of tree is this, grandfather? It's just a big stick ...

- But you will see ...

The old man carried Alyonushka to a small village completely covered with snow. Only roofs and pipes were exposed from under the snow. The village children were already waiting for the old man. They jumped and shouted:

- Christmas tree! Christmas tree!..

They came to the first hut. The old man took out an unmilled sheaf of oats, tied it to the end of a pole, and lifted the pole to the roof. Now small birds flew from all sides, which do not fly away for the winter: sparrows, kuzki, oatmeal, and began to peck at the grain.

- This is our tree! They shouted.

Alyonushka suddenly felt very cheerful. For the first time she saw how they arrange a tree for the birds in winter.

Oh, how fun! .. Oh, what a kind old man! One sparrow, fussing the most, immediately recognized Alyonushka and shouted:

- Why, it's Alyonushka! I know her very well ... She fed me crumbs more than once. Yes…

And the other little sparrows also recognized her and squealed terribly with joy.

Another sparrow arrived and turned out to be a terrible bully. He began to push everyone aside and snatch out the best grains. It was the same sparrow who fought with the ruff.

Alyonushka recognized him.

- Hello, little sparrow! ..

- Oh, is that you, Alyonushka? Hello!..

The bully sparrow jumped on one leg, slyly winked with one eye and said to the good Christmas-time old man:

- But she, Alyonushka, wants to be a queen ... Yes, just now I heard myself how she said that.

- Do you want to be a queen, baby? The old man asked.

- I really want to, grandfather!

- Fine. There is nothing simpler: every queen is a woman, and every woman is a queen ... Now go home and tell all the other little girls this.

Ladybug was glad to get out of here as soon as possible, until some mischievous sparrow ate. They flew home quickly, quickly ... And there all the flowers were waiting for Alyonushka. They argued all the time about what a queen was.

Bayu-bayu-bayu ...

One peephole at Alyonushka is asleep, the other is looking; one ear of Alyonushka is asleep, the other is listening. Everyone is now gathered around Alyonushka's bed: the brave Hare, and Medvedko, and the bully Rooster, and the Sparrow, and the Voronushka - the black head, and Ruff Ershovich, and the little little Kozyavochka. Everything is here, everything is at Alyonushka's.

- Dad, I love everyone ... - whispers Alyonushka. - I also love black cockroaches, dad ...

Another peephole closed, another ear fell asleep ... And near Alyonushka's bed the spring grass turns green merrily, flowers are smiling - many flowers: blue, pink, yellow, blue, red. A green birch bent over the bed itself and whispers something so tenderly. And the sun is shining, and the sand turns yellow, and the blue sea wave is calling Alyonushka ...

- Sleep, Alyonushka! Build up your strength ...

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Topic: Ph.D. mother's Siberian "alyonushkin's fairy tales". proverb. Alenushka's fairy tales (Mamin-Sibiryak) read the text online, download free The tale of the brave hare - long ears, slanting eyes, short tail

Tales of Mamin-Sibiryak

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Alyonushkin's tales

Biography Mamin-Sibiryak Dmitry Narkisovich

D. Mamin-Sibiryak "Alyonushkin's Tales"

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

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

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Alyonushkin's tales

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The tale of the brave Hare - long ears, slanting eyes, short tail

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