A story about disobedience. The Tale of the Naughty Girl The Tale of the Naughty Boy

The mother came from the well with large buckets on the yoke. She was soaked through and water dripped from her clothes. Putting the buckets on the shelf, the woman with a cold went to the hearth, in which a bright fire was burning and said:

Children, move a little, so that I can warm myself. I can hardly stand on my feet from fatigue and cold. Outside, a terrible rain is pouring down. The river is coming, will wash away the bridge again. Move up a little!
Four children, sitting by the hearth, warmed their bare feet and reddened hands outstretched forward.
The first son turned around and said:
Mom, I can't give you my seat. I have a hole in my shoe and got my feet wet on my way home from school. I need to get warm.
The second one said:
- And I have a hat full of holes. Today in class, when we threw our hats on the floor, mine broke. While I was returning home, I wet my head. Touch it if you don't believe!

I, mommy, settled down so comfortably next to my brother that I don’t even want to get up, ”the third child added lazily, a girl.
And the fourth, the smallest, shouted loudly:
- Whoever walks in the rain, let him now freeze like a wet chicken!
The warmed children laughed loudly and merrily, and the mother who caught a cold shook her head sadly. Without saying a word, she went into the kitchen to knead bread for the children. While she was kneading bread in a kneader, her wet shirt stuck to her back and her teeth began to chatter from the cold. Late at night, mother melted the stove, put loaves in it, waited until they were baked, pulled them out with a shovel, put them on a shelf and covered them with her sheepskin coat on top. Then she lay down under the covers and blew out the lamp. Her children slept sweetly, sitting side by side, and her mother could not close her eyes, because her head was on fire and she was very shivering. Three times she got up to drink cold water from a bucket and moisten her forehead.

In the morning the children woke up and jumped up. They removed the buckets from the shelf and, washing themselves, poured out all the water. Then they broke off a piece of soft bread, put it in bags and went to school. The youngest son stayed with his sick mother.
The day dragged on slowly. The mother was unable to get out of bed. Her lips were chapped from the heat. In the afternoon, three children returned from school, slammed the door.

Ah, mother, you are still lying and have not cooked anything for us, - the girl reproached her.
“Dear children,” the mother answered in a weak voice, “I am very sick. My lips were chapped with thirst. In the morning you poured out all the water from the buckets to the last drop. Rather, take an earthenware jug and run to the well!
Then the first son answered:
- After all, I told you that my shoes get wet.
“You forgot that my hat is pierced,” added the second.
What a funny mom you are! - said the girl. - How can I run for water when I have to do my homework?

Mother's eyes filled with tears. The younger son, seeing that his mother was crying, grabbed a jug and rushed out into the street, but stumbled on the threshold, and the earthen jar broke.
All the children gasped, then rummaged through the shelves, cut off another slice of bread for themselves, and quietly slipped out into the street to play. Only the youngest son remained, because he had nothing to put on. He began to trace little men on the misted glass of the window with his finger.

The sick mother got up, looked out into the street through the open door, and said:
- If only I could turn into a bird. If only I had wings. I would fly, run away from such bad children. I did not spare the last crumb of bread for them, but they did not want to bring me a drop of water.

And in an instant a miracle happened: the sick woman turned into a cuckoo. The younger son, seeing that his mother had become a bird and was flapping her wings, ran out into the street in nothing but stockings and shouted:
- Brothers, sister, go quickly! Our mother has become a bird and wants to fly away from us!
The children started to run, but when they ran up to the house, their mother was already flying out the open door.
- Where are you, mom? the children asked in unison.
- I'm leaving you. I don't want to live with you. You are bad kids.
- Mom, - all four squeaked, - come back home, we will immediately bring you water.
- It's late, kids. I am no longer a man - you see: I am a bird. I cannot return. I will drink water from clear streams and mountain lakes.

And she flew over the earth. With a squeak, the children rushed after her. She flies above the ground, and they run on the ground.
For nine days the children ran after the cuckoo through fields, ravines and thorny bushes. They fell, got up, tore their arms and legs into blood. They were hoarse from screaming. At night, the cuckoo wearily crowed on some tree, and the children huddled near its trunk.

On the tenth day, the bird flapped its wings over the dense forest and disappeared.
The children returned to their native village, but the house seemed completely empty to them, because their mother was not there.
And the cuckoo no longer builds nests and hatches chicks. To this day, she wanders around the world, cuckoos alone and lays her eggs in other people's nests.

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Once upon a time there was a girl Masha: her cheeks are round, her pigtails are splayed, and her eyes dart around, as if to play pranks. For the winter holidays, her father took her to the village to her grandmother and strictly ordered not to go into the forest, where the wolves are hungry in winter. Attacked, torn apart, one hat remains!

Father scared Masha and left for the city, he didn’t even drink tea. Only Masha was not too frightened. She has never been to the village in winter, everything is a wonder to her, everything is fun. Grandmother's log hut, swept up by the window with snow, stands on a cliff above the river, and beyond the river there is a forest.

Masha and her children are sledding, throwing snowballs, you can’t call her home before dark. And she will come soaking wet, she will scatter her clothes, she will steal sweets without asking, she will catch the cat by the tail and let's torment - to dress in doll dresses. Poor Barsik, as soon as he sees Masha, immediately yells:

Wow! - and jump on the closet out of harm's way

But here's what's strange, no matter how Masha is outrageous, her grandmother does not scold her, she does not threaten with a broom - she is not up to it, you see. Grandmother runs to the phone twice a day, and when she comes, she sits by the window and cries, wiping her tears with her apron. And what she cries about, where she calls, she doesn’t tell her granddaughter.

And once Masha went to bed, but she could not sleep. The moon shines over the curtain - how can you fall asleep here? And Masha hears, like a knock. Look - outside the window of a crow, the glass is hammering with its beak. Between the frames is cotton wool for warmth and mountain ash for beauty, you see, a stupid bird will covet the berries. That look will break the glass - what a beak, like dad's metal scissors.

Masha took a broom, put her feet into felt boots, a hat on her head, a grandmother's scarf on her shoulders - and drive a crow into the yard. She just waved her broom, and the bird flew up, but right on her hand and sat down. Masha blinked. The crow spread its wings, darted to the gate - and back, as much as the wind from it. As if beckoning, calling for him, like that seagull from my father's song.

Well, Masha threw a broom - yes, for a bird. Behind the gate, along the path, runs through solid snow, does not fail. At that time, it froze after the thaw, the crust is strong, holds well. Only slippery.

Masha ran to the cliff, slipped - and fell head over heels. She didn’t hurt at all, even though she scratched her face on the bushes and cut her hands on the crust while she got out of the snowdrift. And the crow rushes overhead, croaks, hurries. Masha ran across a small river, only the ice crackled under her feet, and found herself in the forest. The trees are tall, dark, nothing to see. Masha is rumored to be following the crow, following the crow's croak. Branches of a handkerchief cling, as if someone is grabbing with their hands, with bony fingers. The wolves howled in the distance, the echo from the cliff is reflected, as if howling not in the depths of the forest, but from all sides. Masha is scared, but still she goes on, that's what a stubborn girl is.

Stopped in a clearing. The moon shines like daytime. In the middle of the clearing, two dolls are sitting on an ice crust. Masha took a closer look, and they are alive, real - albeit small, the size of a cat. The boy seems to be smaller and does not move, his eyes are closed, his cheeks are pale, and the girl hugs him and trembles.

Masha grabbed the puppet men, put them in her bosom, tied her scarf tighter and ran back.

Well, - shouts, - crow bird, where are you? She knew how to start, know how and bring it out!

And the crows can not be seen, heard not heard. Only sounds in the forest, that a girl's crying from her bosom and a wolf's howl in the distance. Masha remembered that the moon was on the left, turned so that it shone on the right, and rushed off. Only here is bad luck - with dolls, it has become harder, the crust does not hold, it breaks. Masha is floundering in the snow, every step - she falls knee-deep. One thing is good - not cold, but even hot. The puppet girl warmed herself under the scarf, became quiet, stopped crying, only yells sometimes. But the boy is not heard. Masha thinks: can she stop, rub him with snow, blow in her face? No, it's better to go home as soon as possible, otherwise the wolves howl closer and closer. Yes, better hurry home.

Masha got to the river, jumped over to the other side, the ice cracked, but survived. I've reached the edge, but what's next? There is a cliff two human heights, you can’t climb here even in the summer.

Masha looked back, and the wolves were already crossing the river. How did your father say - only a hat will remain? And there will be nothing left of the little men at all, they, poor things, without hats. Suddenly Masha hears, as if a cat is meowing, but loudly, as if into a school microphone.

Wow!

And the grandmother's cat comes out to meet from under the cliff. Yes, not the same as he was during the day, but the size of a large dog. Masha jumped on his back, grabbed his ears:

Well, Barsik, help me out!

And the wolves are very close, you can hear how their paws scratch on the ice, their mouths breathe with a whistle.

The cat on its paws sat down, tensed up, but how it jumps! He took off on a cliff, just like at home on a grandmother's closet. In two leaps he rushed to the hut, jumped over the gate, fell on his side - and again became small. Just now Masha was sitting on his back, and already she is floundering in the snow. She jumped up, ran into the house, slammed the door, threw the hook on, it’s good that the cat didn’t yawn, he managed to sniff into the senets. Otherwise, I would have spent the night on the street.

It is quiet in the hut, only the grandmother snores, the clocks are ticking and Masha's heart is beating - quickly, quickly and much louder than the clocks. Masha took out the dolls from her bosom, and they warmed up, flushed, warm arms and legs, closed their eyes and slept. Masha put them in her bed, she lay down on the edge and fell asleep.

Grab-praise in the morning, but there are no puppet men, as it never happened. And no grandmother. Only the cat is having breakfast by the stove, squinting at Masha: will there be a drag by the tail today - or will it manage like that?

Masha is sitting in bed, scratching her head, thinking: did you really dream of running through the night forest? No, I didn’t dream, here are fresh cuts on my hands.

And then in the entrance hall there was a knock-knock - the grandmother returned from the post office, crying and laughing, laughing and crying. She didn’t take off her felt boots, she didn’t throw off her fur coat, she hugged Masha, pressed her and said:

Oh Masha, oh my joy, finally! Your mother gave birth to twins, you are now an older sister.

Boy and girl? - asks Masha.

Boy and girl!

Smaller boy? - asks Masha.

I don't know if it's smaller or bigger, but he scared us to death. How long I will be alive, I will pray for the doctor who pulled our boy out of the other world! - said the grandmother.

Masha didn't say anything to that. And Barsik the cat said:

Wow! - and jumped on the closet, out of harm's way.

Anna Starostina
An instructive tale about the naughty Alyosha, for reading in kindergarten

The Tale of the Naughty Alyosha.

There lived a boy Alyosha. The boy is like a boy, so cute, cheerful, cheerful. And everything would be fine, but this one did not know how Alyosha sit quietly in class kindergarten. All the time he interfered with the teacher to conduct classes, prevented other children from studying, constantly interrupted everyone, shouted something. No matter how Svetlana Fedorovna, the teacher of their group, did not explain to him, no matter how they asked the guys not to interfere with listening, nothing helped. But one day, when the mother had already taken the boy home and put him in I spit the bed, he fell asleep and he had a dream: he is walking down the street, and an old man is sitting on a bench, the old man’s beard is long and white, and he has a cap on his head, he is dressed in a long blue robe with stars, a cane in his hand, such a strange old man. Came up to him Alyosha,sit down and ask:

And why are you grandpa dressed up like that, we don’t go like that?

The old man answers him:

I don’t ask you why you don’t let anyone study in the classroom ....

And how do you know this? Alex was surprised.

I'm all about you I know: what is your name, what kindergarten do you go to, how do you interrupt everyone. I am a kind wizard, my name is Neboltai, but I don't like naughty guys, therefore, as soon as you want to interrupt the teacher or prevent the guys from studying, your tongue will stop obeying you and you will not be able to answer anything, remember this ...., said this old man disappeared.

Woke up in the morning Alyosha and as always went to Kindergarten. At the lesson, Svetlana Fedorovna asked Alyosha a question on the topic covered, but the boy did not listen to anything and did not know what to answer, only an indistinct lowing came from his mouth. scared Alyoshaand going to bed in the evening promised:

Dear, kind Neboltai, I promise never to talk again in class and listen carefully to everything.

The next day he studied very diligently, answered best of all, and Svetlana Fedorovna praised him. Alyosha went home satisfied and proud.

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Somehow his mother went somewhere on business, and left him alone at home. And he was strictly forbidden to go outside without her, and even more so to approach the old cellar forbade.

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Run, run, here the demon will be more fun for you. And the boy immediately stopped, but he was still scared.

He froze as if rooted to the spot, and bitter tears flowed down his cheeks. And then a beautiful sorceress appeared from somewhere. She began to calm the child, stroked his head, offered to take bright balloons from her magic basket, treated him with sweets, but he still did not calm down and kept calling for help from his mother. Then the fairy tells him.

I will let you go home, but remember, if you ever dare to disobey, or do the opposite, I will take you back. And even then, I will turn you into some kind of animal, and you will live here forever, and no tears will help you! - And she clapped her hands three times, uttered some magic words, and the boy opened his eyes already near the very door, to which he was strictly forbidden to approach.

And since then, Yegorka was unrecognizable. He always obeyed his mother, helped her around the house, did his homework on time, and even washed his hands before eating without being reminded. And he began to study better than anyone, he had many friends who respected him very much and asked for help in difficult times, and he helped them with great joy.

Here and fairy tales end who read that fellow.