Read little folk tales. List of Russian folk tales

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

One of the main features of a fairy tale is that it is always based on a fictional story, with a happy ending, where good triumphs over evil. The stories contain a certain hint, which enables the child to learn to recognize good and evil, to comprehend life on illustrative examples.

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Reading fairy tales is one of the main and important stages on the way of your child to life. A variety of stories make it clear that the world around us is quite contradictory and unpredictable. Listening to stories about the adventures of the main characters, children learn to appreciate love, honesty, friendship and kindness.

Reading fairy tales is useful not only for children. Having matured, we forget that in the end, good always triumphs over evil, that all adversity is unimportant, and the beautiful princess is waiting for her prince on a white horse. To give a little good mood and plunge into the fairy-tale world is quite simple!

If you close your eyes and go back in time for a moment, you can imagine how ordinary Russian people lived. They lived in large families in wooden huts, stoked stoves with wood, and they were given light by home-made dry torches. The poor Russian people had neither television nor the Internet, and what were they to do when they did not work in the field? They rested, dreamed and listened to good fairy tales!

In the evening, the whole family gathered in one room, the children sat on the stove, and the women did their homework. At this time, the turn of Russian folk tales began. In every village or village there lived a woman storyteller, she replaced the radio for people and beautifully sang old legends. The kids listened with their mouths open, and the girls quietly sang along and spun or embroidered to a good fairy tale.

What did the respected storytellers tell the people about?

Good prophets kept in their memory a large number of folk tales, legends and tales. All their lives they brought light to ordinary peasants, and in old age they passed on their knowledge to the next talented storytellers. Most of the legends were based on real life events, but over the years, fairy tales acquired fictitious details and acquired a special Russian flavor.

Note to readers!

The most famous storyteller in Russia and Finland is a simple serf peasant woman Praskovya Nikitichna, in the marriage of Vaska. She knew 32,000 poems and fairy tales, 1152 songs, 1750 proverbs, 336 riddles and a large number of prayers. Based on her stories, hundreds of books and poetry collections were written, but with all her talents, Praskovya Nikitichna lived in poverty all her life and even worked as a barge hauler.

Another well-known storyteller throughout Russia is Pushkin's nanny Arina Rodionovna. It was she who from early childhood instilled in the poet a love for Russian fairy tales, and on the basis of her old stories, Alexander Sergeevich wrote his great works.

What are Russian fairy tales about?

Fairy tales, invented by ordinary people, are an encyclopedia of folk wisdom. Through uncomplicated stories, workers and peasants presented their vision of the world and transmitted information in encrypted form to the next generations.

Old Russian fairy tales are divided into three types:

Animal Tales. In folk stories there are funny characters who are especially close to ordinary Russian people. The clubfoot bear, the sister fox, the runaway bunny, the lamb mouse, the frog are endowed with pronounced human qualities. In the fairy tale "Masha and the Bear" Potapych is kind, but stupid, in the story about the Seven Kids the wolf is cunning and gluttonous, and in the fairy tale "Bunny-brag" the hare is cowardly and boastful. From 2-3 years old, it's time for children to join good Russian fairy tales and, using the example of funny characters with pronounced characters, learn to distinguish between positive and negative characters.

Magic mystical tales. There are many interesting mystical characters in Russian fairy tales that could outshine the famous American heroes. Baba Yaga Bone Leg, Serpent Gorynych and Koschei the Immortal are distinguished by their realism and have lived in good folk tales for several centuries. Epic heroes and brave noble princes fought with mystical heroes who kept the people in fear. And the beautiful needlewomen Vasilisa the Beautiful, Marya, Varvara Krasa fought evil spirits with their mind, cunning and ingenuity.

Tales about the life of ordinary Russian people. Through wise fairy tales, the people told about their existence and passed on the accumulated knowledge from generation to generation. A striking example is the fairy tale "Gingerbread Man". Here an old man and an old woman bake an unusual kalach, and call on the clear sun to warm our native Earth forever. The hot sun-bun goes on a journey and meets a hare-winter, a wolf-spring, a bear-summer and a fox-autumn. A tasty bun dies in the teeth of a gluttonous fox, but then it is reborn again and begins a new life cycle of eternal mother nature.

The page of our site contains the most beloved and popular best Russian fairy tales. Texts with beautiful pictures and illustrations in the style of lacquer miniatures are especially pleasant to read. They bring to children the invaluable wealth of the Russian language, and drawings and large print allow you to quickly memorize plots and new words, instill a love of reading books. All fairy tales are recommended for reading at night. Parents will be able to read aloud to their child and convey to the child the meaning of the wise old fairy tales.

The page with Russian folk tales is a collection of children's literature. Teachers can use the library for reading lessons in kindergarten and at school, and in the family circle it is easy to play performances with the participation of heroes from Russian folk tales.

Read Russian folk tales for free online with your children and absorb the wisdom of bygone generations!

Saying

The owl flew

Cheerful head;

Here she flew, flew and sat down;

She turned her tail

Yes, I looked around...

This is a hint. What about a fairy tale?

The story is ahead.

Russian folk tale "Golden Egg"

Grandfather and grandmother lived,

And they had a chicken ryaba.

The hen laid an egg:

The testicle is not simple, golden.

Grandfather beat, beat -

Did not break;

Baba beat, beat -

Didn't break.

The mouse ran

Waving her tail -

testicle dropped

And crashed.

Grandfather and woman are crying;

The hen cackles:

- Don't cry, grandfather, don't cry, woman.

I'll lay you another testicle

Not golden, simple.

Russian folk tale "Turnip"

Grandfather planted a turnip - a large, very large turnip grew. The grandfather began to drag a turnip out of the ground: he pulls, he pulls, he cannot pull it out.

The grandfather called the grandmother for help. Grandmother for grandfather, grandfather for turnip: they pull, they pull, they can’t pull it out.

The grandmother called her granddaughter. Granddaughter for grandmother, grandmother for grandfather, grandfather for turnip: they pull, they pull, they cannot pull it out.

The granddaughter called Zhuchka. A bug for a granddaughter, a granddaughter for a grandmother, a grandmother for a grandfather, a grandfather for a turnip: they pull, they pull, they cannot pull it out.

Bug called Masha the cat. Masha for the Beetle, the Beetle for the granddaughter, the granddaughter for the grandmother, the grandmother for the grandfather, the grandfather for the turnip: they pull, they pull, they cannot pull it out.

The cat Masha called the mouse. Mouse for Masha, Masha for Bug, Bug for granddaughter, granddaughter for grandmother, grandmother for grandfather, grandfather for turnip: pull-pull - pulled out the turnip!

Russian folk tale "Kolobok"

There lived an old man and an old woman.

This is what the old man asks:

- Bake me, old gingerbread man.

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

- Eh, old woman, mark the barn, scrape the twigs - that's enough.

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

Tired of the kolobok lying, he rolled from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor and to the door, jumped over the threshold into the passage, from the passage to the porch, from the porch to the yard, and then beyond the gate further and further.

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

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

The hare raised his ears, and the bun sang:

I'm a bun, a bun!

By the barn methen,

Scraped by the knuckles,

Mixed with sour cream

planted in the oven,

It's cold on the window.

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother

From you, a hare, it’s not cunning to get away.

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

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

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

And the bun sang:

I'm a bun, a bun!

By the barn methen,

Scraped by the knuckles,

Mixed with sour cream

planted in the oven,

It's cold on the window.

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother

I left the rabbit

From you, the wolf, it’s not cunning to get away.

A gingerbread man is rolling through the forest, and a bear is walking towards him, breaking brushwood, and bending the bushes to the ground.

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

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

Kolobok sang, and Misha hung his ears.

I'm a bun, a bun!

By the barn methen,

Scraped by the knuckles,

Mixed with sour cream

planted in the oven,

It's cold on the window..

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother

I left the rabbit

I left the wolf

From you, bear, half grief to leave.

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

A bun rolls, and a fox meets it:

— Hello, kolobok! What a pretty, ruddy little boy you are!

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

I'm a bun, a bun!

By the barn methen,

Scraped by the knuckles,

Mixed with sour cream

planted in the oven,

It's cold on the window.

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother

I left the rabbit

I left the wolf

Left the bear

From you, fox, do not cunningly leave.

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

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

I'm a bun, a bun!..

And his fox - din! — and ate it.

Russian folk tale "The Cockerel and the Bean Seed"

There lived a cockerel and a hen. The cockerel was in a hurry, everything was in a hurry, and the hen, you know, says to yourself:

- Petya, don't hurry, Petya, don't hurry.

Once a cockerel was pecking at bean seeds and in a hurry and choked. He choked, did not breathe, did not hear, as if the dead were lying.

The chicken was frightened, rushed to the hostess, shouting:

- Oh, hostess, let me quickly grease the cockerel's neck with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.

The hostess says:

- Run quickly to the cow, ask her for milk, and I'll already churn the butter.

The chicken rushed to the cow:

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

- Go quickly to the owner, let him bring me fresh grass.

The chicken runs to the owner:

- Master! Master! Hurry, give the cow fresh grass, the cow will give milk, the hostess will knock butter out of the milk, I will grease the neck of the cockerel with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.

- Run quickly to the blacksmith for a scythe.

The hen rushed with all its might to the blacksmith:

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

The blacksmith gave the owner a new scythe, the owner gave the cow fresh grass, the cow gave milk, the hostess churned butter, gave butter to the hen.

The chicken smeared the neck of the cockerel. The bean seed slipped through. The cockerel jumped up and screamed at the top of his lungs:

"Ku-ka-re-ku!"

Russian folk tale "The goatlings and the wolf"

There lived a goat. The goat made a hut in the forest. Every day the goat went to the forest for food. She will go away herself, and she tells the children to lock themselves tightly and tightly and not to unlock the doors for anyone.

The goat returns home, knocks on the door with its horns and sings:

- Goatlings, children,

Open up, open up!

Your mother has come

Milk brought.

I, a goat, was in the forest,

Ate silk grass

I drank cold water;

Milk runs along the notch,

From the notch on the hooves,

And from the hoofs into the cheese the ground.

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

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

- You, kids, you, fathers,

Open up, open up!

Your mother has come

She brought milk...

Hooves full of water!

The kids listened to the wolf and say:

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

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

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

Russian folk tale "Teremok"

There was a teremok in a field. A fly flew in - a goryukha and knocks:

Nobody responds. A goryukha flew in and began to live in it.

A jumping flea jumped up:

- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?

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

- And I'm a jumping flea.

- Come live with me.

A jumping flea jumped into the tower, and they began to live together.

Pisk mosquito arrived:

- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?

- I, a goryukha fly, and a jumping flea. And who are you?

- I'm a peeping mosquito.

- Come live with us.

They began to live together.

A mouse ran up:

- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?

“I am a pig-fly, a jumping flea, and a peeping mosquito. And who are you?

- And I'm a mouse-hole.

- Come live with us.

Four of them began to live.

The frog jumped up:

- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?

- I, a goryukha fly, a jumping flea, a peeping mosquito, and a mouse-burrow. And who are you?

- And I'm a frog.

- Come live with us.

Five began to live.

A stray bunny galloped up:

- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?

- I, a goryukha fly, a flea-hopper, a mosquito-peeper, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog. And who are you?

- And I'm a stray bunny.

- Come live with us.

There were six of them.

The fox-sister came running:

- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?

- I, a goryucha fly, a flea-bouncer, a mosquito-peeper, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog and a stray hare. And who are you?

- And I'm a fox-sister.

Seven of them lived.

A gray wolf came to the tower - from behind the bushes a snatch.

- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?

- I, a goryucha fly, a flea-hopper, a mosquito-pisk, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog, a stray hare and a fox-sister. And who are you?

- And I'm a gray wolf - because of the bushes, a snatch.

They began to live.

A bear came to the tower, knocking:

- Terem-teremok! Who lives in the terem?

- I, a goryukha fly, a jumping flea, a peeping mosquito, a mouse-hole, a frog-frog, a stray hare, a fox-sister and a wolf - because of the bushes, I am a snatcher. And who are you?

- And I'm a bear - you crush everyone. I'll lie down on the teremok - I'll crush everyone!

They were frightened and all away from the tower!

And the bear hit the tower with his paw and broke it.

Russian folk tale "Cockerel - golden comb"

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

Leave - severely punished:

- We will go far, and you stay housekeeping, but don’t give a voice when the fox comes, don’t look out the window.

The fox found out that the cat and the thrush were not at home, ran to the hut, sat down under the window and sang:

Cockerel, cockerel,

golden scallop,

butter head,

silk beard,

Look out the window

I'll give you peas.

The cockerel put his head out the window. The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.

The rooster crowed:

The fox carries me

For dark forests

For fast rivers

Over high mountains...

Cat and thrush, save me!..

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

Another time, the cat and the thrush went into the forest to chop wood and again punished:

- Well, now, cock, do not look out the window! We'll go even further, we won't hear your voice.

They left, and the fox again ran to the hut and sang:

Cockerel, cockerel,

golden scallop,

butter head,

silk beard,

Look out the window

I'll give you peas.

The boys were running

Scattered the wheat

chickens are pecking,

Roosters are not allowed...

— Ko-ko-ko! How do they not give?

The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.

The rooster crowed:

The fox carries me

For dark forests

For fast rivers

Over high mountains...

Cat and thrush, save me!..

The cat and the thrush heard and gave chase. The cat runs, the thrush flies ... They caught up with the fox - the cat fights, the thrush pecks, and the cockerel was taken away.

For a long time, for a short time, the cat and the thrush again gathered in the forest to cut firewood. When leaving, they severely punished the cockerel:

Don't listen to the fox, don't look out the window! We will go even further, we will not hear your voice.

And the cat and the thrush went far into the forest to chop wood. And the fox is right there - sat under the window and sings:

Cockerel, cockerel,

golden scallop,

butter head,

silk beard,

Look out the window

I'll give you peas.

The cockerel sits silent. And the fox again:

The boys were running

Scattered the wheat

chickens are pecking,

Roosters are not allowed...

The rooster keeps silent. And the fox again:

People were running

Nuts were poured

The chickens are pecking

Roosters are not allowed...

Cockerel and put his head in the window:

— Ko-ko-ko! How do they not give?

The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole, beyond dark forests, over fast rivers, over high mountains...

No matter how much the cockerel screamed or called, the cat and the thrush did not hear him. And when they returned home, the cockerel was gone.

A cat and a thrush ran in the footsteps of Lisitsyn. The cat is running, the thrush is flying... They ran to the fox hole. The cat set up the guseltsy and let's play:

Drift, nonsense, guseltsy,

Golden strings...

Is Lisafya-kuma still at home,

Is it in your warm nest?

The fox listened, listened and thinks:

"Let me see - who plays the harp so well, sings sweetly."

I took it and climbed out of the hole. The cat and the thrush grabbed her - and let's beat and beat. They beat and beat her until she carried her legs off.

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

And since then they began to live and be, and now they live.

Russian folk tale "Geese"

An old man lived with an old woman. They had a daughter and a little son. The old people gathered in the city and ordered their daughter:

- We will go, daughter, to the city, we will bring you a bun, we will buy a handkerchief; but you be smart, take care of your brother, don’t go out of the yard.

The old people are gone; the girl put her brother on the grass under the window, and she ran out into the street and played. The geese swooped in, picked up the boy and carried him away on wings.

A girl came running, looking - no brother! Rushed back and forth - no! The girl called, the brother called, but she didn't answer. She ran out into an open field - a herd of goose rushed in the distance and disappeared behind a dark forest. “That’s right, the geese carried off the brother!” - thought the girl and set off to catch up with the geese.

The girl ran, ran, she sees - there is a stove.

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

- Eat my rye pie - I'll tell you.

And the girl says:

“My father doesn’t even eat wheat!

- Apple tree, apple tree! Where did the geese go?

- Eat my forest apple - then I'll tell you.

“My father doesn’t even eat garden ones!” - said the girl and ran on.

A girl runs and sees: a river of milk is flowing - jelly banks.

- Milk river - jelly banks! Tell me, where did the geese fly?

- Eat my simple jelly with milk - then I'll tell you.

“My father doesn’t even eat cream!

The girl would have had to run for a long time, but a hedgehog met her. The girl wanted to push the hedgehog, but she was afraid to prick herself and asks:

- Hedgehog, hedgehog, where did the geese fly?

The hedgehog showed the way to the girl. The girl ran along the road and sees - there is a hut on chicken legs, it is worth turning around. In the hut sits a baba-yaga, a bone leg, a clay muzzle; the brother sits on a bench by the window, playing with golden apples. The girl crept up to the window, grabbed her brother and ran home. And the Baba Yaga called the geese and sent them in pursuit of the girl.

A girl runs, and the geese completely catch up with her. Where to go? The girl ran to the milky river with jelly banks:

- Rechenka, my dear, cover me!

- Eat my simple jelly with milk.

The girl sipped kisselika with milk. Then the river hid the girl under a steep bank, and the geese flew past.

A girl ran out from under the bank and ran on, and the geese saw her and again set off in pursuit. What should a girl do? She ran to the apple tree:

- Apple tree, dove, hide me!

- Eat my forest apple, then I'll hide it.

There is nothing for the girl to do, she ate a forest apple. The apple tree covered the girl with branches, the geese flew past.

A girl came out from under the apple tree and started running home. She runs, and the geese again saw her - and well, after her! They fly completely, flapping their wings over their heads. A little girl ran to the stove:

“Pechechka, mother, hide me!”

- Eat my rye pie, then I'll hide it.

The girl quickly ate a rye pie and climbed into the oven. The geese flew by.

The girl got out of the stove and went home at full speed. The geese again saw the girl and again chased after her. They’re about to fly in, beat them in the face with their wings, and look, they’ll tear the brother out of their hands, but the hut was already not far away. The girl ran into the hut, quickly slammed the doors and closed the windows. The geese circled over the hut, shouted, and so with nothing, they flew to Baba Yaga.

An old man and an old woman came home, they see - the boy is at home, alive and well. They gave the girl a bun and a handkerchief.

Russian folk tale "Crow"

Once upon a time there was a crow, and she lived not alone, but with nannies, mothers, with small children, with near and far neighbors. Birds flew in from overseas, large and small, geese and swans, birdies and birdies, built their nests in the mountains, in the valleys, in the forests, in the meadows and laid eggs.

A crow noticed this and, well, offend migratory birds, carry their testicles!

An owl flew and saw that a crow offends large and small birds, carrying testicles.

“Wait,” he says, “you worthless crow, we will find a trial and punishment for you!”

And he flew far away, into the stone mountains, to the gray eagle. Arrived and asks:

- Father gray eagle, give us your righteous judgment on the offender-crow! From her there is no life for either small or large birds: she ruins our nests, steals cubs, drags eggs and feeds her crows with them!

The eagle shook his gray head and sent for the crow a light, lesser ambassador - a sparrow. The sparrow fluttered up and flew after the crow. She was about to make excuses, but all the bird's strength rose up on her, all the birds, and, well, pinching, pecking, driving to the eagle for judgment. There was nothing to do - she croaked and flew away, and all the birds took off and rushed after her.

So they flew to the eagle's dwelling and settled him, and the crow stands in the middle and pulls himself in front of the eagle, preens.

And the eagle began to interrogate the crow:

“They say about you, crow, that you open your mouth at someone else’s good, that you carry eggs from large and small birds and carry eggs!”

- It's a slander, father, a gray eagle, a slander, I'm only picking up shells!

“A complaint about you also reaches me that as soon as a peasant comes out to sow arable land, so you get up with all your crows and, well, peck the seeds!”

- It's a slander, father, a gray eagle, a slander! With my girlfriends, with small children, with children, households, I only carry worms from fresh arable land!

“And people are crying at you everywhere, that as soon as the bread is burned and the sheaves are stacked, then you will fly in with all your crows and let's be mischievous, stir up the sheaves and break the sheaves!”

- It's a slander, father, a gray eagle, a slander! We help this for a good deed - we disassemble the mop, we give access to the sun and the wind so that the bread does not germinate and the grain dries out!

The eagle got angry at the old liar-crow, ordered her to be planted in prison, in a lattice tower, behind iron bolts, behind damask locks. There she sits to this day!

Russian folk tale "The Fox and the Hare"

Once upon a time there was a little gray Bunny on the field, but there lived a Little Fox-sister.

That's how the frosts went, Bunny began to shed, and when the cold winter came, with a blizzard and snowdrifts, Bunny turned completely white from the cold, and he decided to build a hut for himself: he dragged luboks and let's fence the hut. Lisa saw this and said:

“You little one, what are you doing?”

“You see, I’m building a hut from the cold.

“Look, what a quick-witted one,” she thought.

Fox, - let's build a hut - only not a popular house, but chambers, a crystal Palace!

So she began to carry ice and lay a hut.

Both huts ripened at once, and our animals began to live with their homes.

Liska looks into the icy window and chuckles at the Bunny: “Look, black-footed, what a shack he made! Whether it’s my business: both clean and bright - neither give nor take the crystal palace!

Everything was fine for the fox in the winter, but as spring came after winter, and the snow began to drive away, warm the earth, then Liskin's palace melted and ran downhill with water. How can Liska be without a home? Here she ambushed when Zaika came out of his hut for a walk, snow grass, plucked rabbit cabbage, crept into Zaika's hut and climbed onto the floor.

Bunny came, pushed through the door - it was locked.

He waited a little and started knocking again.

- It's me, the owner, the gray Bunny, let me go, Fox.

“Get out, I won’t let you in,” Lisa answered.

Bunny waited and said:

- Enough, Lisonka, joking, let me go, I really want to sleep.

And Lisa replied:

- Wait, oblique, that's how I jump out, and jump out, and go shake you, only shreds will fly in the wind!

Bunny cried and went where his eyes look. He met a gray wolf:

- Great, Bunny, what are you crying about, what are you grieving about?

- But how can I not grieve, not grieve: I had a bast hut, Fox had an ice one. The fox hut melted, the water left, she captured mine and does not let me, the owner!

“But wait,” said the Wolf, “we will kick her out!”

- Hardly, Volchenka, we will drive her out, she is firmly entrenched!

- I'm not me, if I don't drive out the Fox! Wolf growled.

So the Bunny was delighted and went with the Wolf to chase the Fox. They came.

- Hey, Lisa Patrikeevna, get out of someone else's hut! cried the Wolf.

And the Fox answered him from the hut:

“Wait, that’s how I’ll get off the stove, and I’ll jump out, but I’ll jump out, and I’ll go to beat you, so only shreds will fly in the wind!”

- Oh, how angry! - grumbled the Wolf, tucked his tail and ran into the forest, and the Bunny was left crying in the field.

Bull is coming:

- Great, Bunny, what are you grieving about, what are you crying about?

- But how can I not grieve, how not to grieve: I had a bast hut, Fox had an icy one. The fox hut has melted, it has captured mine, and now it doesn’t let me, the owner, go home!

- But wait, - said the Bull, - we will drive her out.

- No, Bychenka, it’s unlikely to drive her out, she sat down firmly, the Wolf already drove her - he didn’t kick her out, and you, Bull, can’t be kicked out!

“I’m not me, if I don’t kick me out,” the Bull muttered.

The Bunny was delighted and went with the Bull to survive the Fox. They came.

- Hey, Lisa Patrikeevna, get out of someone else's hut! Buck muttered.

And Lisa answered him:

- Wait, that's how I get off the stove and go to beat you, the Bull, so only shreds will fly in the wind!

- Oh, how angry! - mumbled the Bull, threw back his head and let's run away.

The bunny sat down near the hummock and began to cry.

Here comes the Mishka-Bear and says:

- Great, oblique, what are you grieving about, what are you crying about?

- But how can I not grieve, how not to grieve: I had a bast hut, and Fox had an icy one. The fox hut melted, she captured mine and does not let me, the owner, go home!

“But wait,” said the Bear, “we will kick her out!”

- No, Mikhailo Potapych, it is unlikely to expel her, she sat down firmly. The wolf drove - did not drive out. The bull drove - didn’t drive out, and you can’t drive out!

“I am not me,” the Bear roared, “if the Fox does not survive!”

So the Bunny was delighted and went, bouncing, to drive the Fox with the Bear. They came.

“Hey, Lisa Patrikeevna,” the Bear roared, “get out of someone else’s hut!”

And Lisa answered him:

“Wait, Mikhailo Potapych, that’s how I’ll get off the stove, and I’ll jump out, but I’ll jump out, and I’ll go and beat you, clubfoot, so only shreds will fly in the wind!”

- Oooh, K8.K8. I'm fierce! - the Bear roared and started running in a rut.

How to be a hare? He began to beg the Fox, but the Fox does not lead with his ear. Here the Bunny cried and went where his eyes look and met a kochet, a red Rooster, with a saber on his shoulder.

- Great, Bunny, how are you doing, what are you grieving about, what are you crying about?

- But how can I not grieve, how not to grieve, if they are driven from their native ashes? I had a bast hut, and the Fox had an icy one. The fox hut has melted, it has occupied mine and does not let me, the owner, go home!

“But wait,” said the Rooster, “we will kick her out!”

- It is unlikely that you will be kicked out, Petenka, she has sat down painfully hard! The Wolf drove her - did not drive her out, the Bull drove her - did not drive her out, the Bear drove her - did not drive her out, where can you control it!

“Let’s try,” said the Cockerel and went with the Hare to drive the Fox out.

As they came to the hut, the Rooster sang:

There is a kochet on his heels,

Carries a saber on his shoulders

Wants to kill Liska,

Sew a hat for yourself

Come out, Lisa, have pity on yourself!

As Lisa heard the threat to Petukhov, she was frightened and said:

- Wait, Cockerel, golden comb, silk beard!

And the Rooster cries:

- Ku-ka-re-ku, I'll chop everything!

- Petenka-Cockerel, have pity on the old bones, let me put on a fur coat!

And the Rooster, standing at the door, know yourself shouting:

There is a kochet on his heels,

Carries a saber on his shoulders

Wants to kill Liska,

Sew a hat for yourself

Come out, Lisa, have pity on yourself!

Nothing to do, nowhere to go to Lisa: she opened the door and jumped out. And the Rooster settled with the Bunny in his hut, and they began to live, to be, and to save up good.

Russian folk tale "The Fox and the Crane"

The fox made friends with the crane, even made friends with him at someone's homeland.

So the fox once decided to treat the crane, went to invite him to visit:

- Come, kumanek, come, dear! How can I feed you!

A crane is going to a feast, and a fox has boiled semolina porridge and spread it on a plate. Served and treats:

- Eat, my little dove-kumanek! She cooked herself.

The crane clap-clap its nose, knocked, knocked, nothing hits!

And the fox at this time licks herself and licks porridge, so she ate it all herself.

The porridge is eaten; fox says:

- Do not blame me, dear godfather! There is nothing more to eat.

- Thank you, godfather, and on this! Come to visit me!

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

- Eat, gossip! Right, there is nothing more to regale.

The fox began to spin around the jug, and this way it will go in, and that way, and lick it, and sniff it - it won’t get anything! The head does not fit into the jug. Meanwhile, the crane pecks at itself and pecks until it has eaten everything.

- Well, do not blame me, godfather! Nothing else to eat!

Annoyance took the fox: she thought that she would eat for a whole week, but she went home like she slurped unsalted. As backfired, so it responded!

Since then, the friendship between the fox and the crane has been apart.

Love for literature begins with a fairy tale familiar from childhood. At the same time, it is very important to help the baby choose the right work, which, perhaps, will become one of his favorites. Read the best fairy tales for preschool children in the selection posted on the page of our website.

The game of a preschooler and the role of a fairy tale in it

In the life of a child there is always a place for a game and a fairy tale. At preschool age, these concepts are especially closely intertwined due to story games - the most important stage in the development of the child. We read fairy tales to children, and their stories are reflected in children's play.

Around the age of four, the baby is imbued with an interest in staging mini-performances, in which his toys act as actors. Later, he learns to try on various roles for himself and friends, turning alternately into a brave warrior or an unfortunate stepdaughter, then into a ferocious tiger or a cunning fox.

Fairy tales for children, offered to your attention on this service for free, will help to enrich this fairy-tale world and expand the boundaries of the child's creative possibilities.

What fairy tales to read to preschoolers

The choice of a fairy tale for children 4 years and older largely depends on the interests and preferences of the child himself. However, parents can gently guide these interests by offering the best best-selling works to the baby.

Russian folk tales introduce the baby to the national traditions and features of the life of the native people. Copyright - contribute to the development of imagination and creative thinking.

Why illustrations are needed

The main feature of children's attention is its involuntary nature. It is difficult for a kid to keep attention on one object for a long time, even if it is a book with an interesting fairy tale. Using only hearing in this case is not enough. In order for the child to remain focused, it is important to connect other types of perception - visual (pictures), and in some cases tactile (toy books, puzzle books, etc.).

When it comes to a fairy tale for children 5 years old online, it is even more difficult to perceive the text on the monitor of an electronic device.

That is why on our site special attention is paid to drawings for children's books, and in this section you will find exceptionally high-quality illustrations.

Getting ready to read on your own

Listening to fairy tales is an excellent preparation for independent reading. By instilling a love of books, you awaken in your child the desire to learn to read for himself.

When he is old enough to master independent reading, short fairy tales for children of 6 years old, specially printed in large print, will come to your aid.

Until that time, the little reader can enjoy the fascinating stories and colorful pictures of the books posted on our page.

Popular children's authors on our site

We have prepared for children of preschool age a selection of books by the best children's authors who have earned recognition among many generations of children.

Here you will find simple instructive tales by M. Plyatskovsky and G. Tsyferov, lyrical deep works by G.Kh. Andersen, the fantastic adventure of the heroes of J. Rodari and D. Bisset.

The little reader will certainly find a fairy tale to his liking, which means he will take the first step into the wonderful world of Literature. Welcome!