A short children's story before bed. Educational bedtime stories for children

The squirrel jumped from branch to branch and fell straight onto the sleepy wolf. The wolf jumped up and wanted to eat her. The squirrel began to ask:

Let me in.

Wolf said:

Okay, I’ll let you in, just tell me why you squirrels are so cheerful. I’m always bored, but I look at you, you’re up there all playing and jumping.

Belka said:

Let me go up the tree first, and from there I’ll tell you, otherwise I’m afraid of you.

The wolf let go, and the squirrel went up a tree and from there said:

You're bored because you're angry. Anger burns your heart. And we are cheerful because we are kind and do no harm to anyone.

Fairy tale "The Hare and the Man"

Russian traditional

Poor man, walking along clean field, saw a hare under a bush, was delighted and said:

That's when I'll live in a house! I’ll catch this hare and sell it for four altyns, with that money I’ll buy a pig, it will bring me twelve little pigs; the piglets will grow up and produce twelve more; I’ll kill everyone, I’ll save up a barn of meat; I’ll sell the meat, and with the money I’ll start a house and get married myself; my wife will give birth to two sons for me - Vaska and Vanka; The kids will start plowing the arable land, and I’ll sit under the window and give orders. “Hey, you guys,” I’ll shout, “Vaska and Vanka! Don’t force too many people to work: apparently, you didn’t live poorly yourself!”

Yes, the man shouted so loudly that the hare got scared and ran away, and the house with all its wealth, wife and children disappeared...

Fairy tale “How the fox got rid of the nettles in the garden”

One day a fox went out into the garden and saw that a lot of nettles had grown there. I wanted to pull it out, but decided that it wasn’t even worth trying. I was about to go into the house, but here comes the wolf:

Hello godfather, what are you doing?

A sly Fox and answers him:

Oh, you see, godfather, how many beautiful things I have lost. Tomorrow I will clean and store it.

What for? - asks the wolf.

“Well,” says the fox, “the one who smells nettles is not taken by a dog’s fang.” Look, godfather, don’t come close to my nettles.

The fox turned and went into the house to sleep. She wakes up in the morning and looks out the window, and her garden is empty, not a single nettle remains. The fox smiled and went to prepare breakfast.

Fairy tale "Ryaba Hen"

Russian traditional

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman in the same village.

And they had a chicken. Named Ryaba.

One day the hen Ryaba laid an egg for them. Yes, not an ordinary egg, a golden one.

Grandfather beat and beat the testicle, but did not break it.

The woman beat and beat the egg, but didn’t break it.

The mouse ran, waved its tail, the egg fell and broke!

The grandfather is crying, the woman is crying. And Ryaba the hen says to them:

Don't cry grandpa, don't cry grandma! I will lay you a new egg, not just an ordinary one, but a golden one!

The Tale of the Greediest Man

Eastern fairy tale

In one city in the Hausa country there lived a miser named Na-hana. And he was so greedy that none of the residents of the city ever saw Na-khana give even water to a traveler. He would rather receive a couple of slaps than lose even a little of his fortune. And this was a considerable fortune. Na-khana himself probably did not know exactly how many goats and sheep he had.

One day, returning from the pasture, Na-khana saw that one of his goats had stuck its head into a pot, but could not pull it out. Na-khana tried for a long time to remove the pot, but in vain. Then he called the butchers and, after a long bargain, sold them the goat on the condition that they would cut off its head and return the pot to him. The butchers slaughtered the goat, but when they took out its head, they broke the pot. Na-hana was furious.

I sold the goat at a loss, and you also broke the pot! - he shouted. And he even cried.

From then on, he did not leave the pots on the ground, but placed them somewhere higher, so that goats or sheep would not stick their heads into them and cause him damage. And people began to call him a great miser and the most greedy person.

Fairy tale "Ocheski"

Brothers Grimm

The beautiful girl was lazy and sloppy. When she had to spin, she was annoyed at every knot in the linen yarn and immediately tore it off to no avail and threw it in a heap on the floor.

She had a maid - a hardworking girl: it used to be that everything that the impatient beauty threw out would be collected, unraveled, cleaned and thinly rolled. And she accumulated so much material that it was enough for a nice dress.

A young man wooed the lazy, beautiful maiden, and everything was prepared for the wedding.

At the bachelorette party, the diligent maid danced merrily in her dress, and the bride, looking at her, said mockingly:

“Look, how she’s dancing! How much fun she’s having! And she’s dressed up in my glasses!”

The groom heard this and asked the bride what she wanted to say. She told the groom that this maid had woven a dress for herself from the flax that she had discarded from her yarn.

As the groom heard this, he realized that the beauty was lazy, and the maid was zealous for work, so he approached the maid and chose her as his wife.

Fairy tale "Turnip"

Russian traditional

Grandfather planted a turnip and said:

Grow, grow, turnip, sweet! Grow, grow, turnip, strong!

The turnip grew sweet, strong, and big.

Grandfather went to pick a turnip: he pulled and pulled, but couldn’t pull it out.

Grandfather called grandma.

Grandma for grandfather

Grandfather for the turnip -

The grandmother called her granddaughter.

Granddaughter for grandmother,

Grandma for grandfather

Grandfather for the turnip -

They pull and pull, but they can’t pull it out.

The granddaughter called Zhuchka.

A bug for my granddaughter,

Granddaughter for grandmother,

Grandma for grandfather

Grandfather for the turnip -

They pull and pull, but they can’t pull it out.

Bug called the cat.

Cat for Bug,

A bug for my granddaughter,

Granddaughter for grandmother,

Grandma for grandfather

Grandfather for the turnip -

They pull and pull, but they can’t pull it out.

The cat called the mouse.

A mouse for a cat

Cat for Bug,

A bug for my granddaughter,

Granddaughter for grandmother,

Grandma for grandfather

Grandfather for the turnip -

They pulled and pulled and pulled out the turnip. That’s the end of the Turnip fairy tale, and whoever listened - well done!

Fairy tale "The Sun and the Cloud"

Gianni Rodari

The sun rolled cheerfully and proudly across the sky on its fiery chariot and generously scattered its rays - in all directions!

And everyone had fun. Only the cloud was angry and grumbled at the sun. And no wonder - she was in a stormy mood.

- You're a spender! - the cloud frowned. - Leaky hands! Throw, throw your rays! Let's see what you're left with!

And in the vineyards every berry caught Sun rays and rejoiced at them. And there wasn’t a blade of grass, a spider or a flower, there wasn’t even a drop of water that didn’t try to get its piece of the sun.

- Well, you’re still a big spender! – the cloud did not subside. - Spend your wealth! You will see how they will thank you when you have nothing left to take!

The sun still rolled cheerfully across the sky and bestowed its rays in millions, billions.

When it counted them at sunset, it turned out that everything was in place - look, every single one!

Having learned about this, the cloud was so surprised that it immediately crumbled into hail. And the sun splashed merrily into the sea.

Fairy tale "Sweet porridge"

Brothers Grimm

Once upon a time there lived a poor, humble girl alone with her mother, and they had nothing to eat. One day a girl went into the forest and on the way met an old woman who already knew about her miserable life and gave her a clay pot. All he had to do was say: “Cook the pot!” - and delicious, sweet millet porridge will be cooked in it; and just tell him: “Potty, stop!” - and the porridge will stop cooking in it. The girl brought the pot home to her mother, and now they got rid of poverty and hunger and began to eat sweet porridge whenever they wanted.

One day the girl left home, and her mother said: “Cook the pot!” - and the porridge began to cook in it, and the mother ate her fill. But she wanted the pot to stop cooking the porridge, but she forgot the word. And so he cooks and cooks, and the porridge is already creeping over the edge, and the porridge is still being cooked. Now the kitchen is full, and the whole hut is full, and the porridge is creeping into another hut, and the street is all full, as if it wants to feed the whole world; and a great misfortune happened, and not a single person knew how to help him. Finally, when only the house remained intact, a girl comes; and only she said: “Potty, stop!” - he stopped cooking porridge; and the one who had to go back to the city had to eat his way in porridge.

Fairy tale "Grouse and the Fox"

Tolstoy L.N.

The black grouse was sitting on a tree. The fox came up to him and said:

- Hello, black grouse, my friend, as soon as I heard your voice, I came to visit you.

“Thank you for your kind words,” said the black grouse.

The fox pretended not to hear and said:

-What are you saying? I can not hear. You, little black grouse, my friend, should come down to the grass for a walk and talk to me, otherwise I won’t hear from the tree.

Teterev said:

- I'm afraid to go on the grass. It is dangerous for us birds to walk on the ground.

- Or are you afraid of me? - said the fox.

“If I’m not afraid of you, I’m afraid of other animals,” said the black grouse. - There are all kinds of animals.

- No, little black grouse, my friend, today a decree has been announced so that there will be peace throughout the entire earth. Nowadays animals don’t touch each other.

“That’s good,” said the black grouse, “otherwise the dogs are running, if it were the old way, you would have to leave, but now you have nothing to be afraid of.”

The fox heard about the dogs, pricked up her ears and wanted to run.

-Where are you going? - said the black grouse. - After all, now there is a decree that the dogs will not be touched.

– Who knows! - said the fox. “Maybe they didn’t hear the decree.”

And she ran away.

Fairy tale "The Tsar and the Shirt"

Tolstoy L.N.

One king was sick and said:

“I’ll give half the kingdom to the one who cures me.”

Then all the wise men gathered and began to judge how to cure the king. No one knew. Only one sage said that the king could be cured. He said:

“If you find a happy person, take off his shirt and put it on the king, the king will recover.”

The king sent to look for a happy person throughout his kingdom; but the king's ambassadors traveled for a long time throughout the kingdom and could not find a happy person. There was not a single one that everyone was happy with. He who is rich is sick; whoever is healthy is poor; who is healthy and rich, but his wife is not good; and those whose children are not good - everyone complains about something.

One day the king’s son was walking past a hut late in the evening, and he heard someone say:

- Well, thank God, I’ve worked hard, eaten enough and go to bed; what else do I need?

The king's son was delighted and ordered to take off the man's shirt, and give him as much money as he wanted for it, and take the shirt to the king.

Those sent came to happy man and they wanted to take off his shirt; but the happy one was so poor that he had no shirt.

Fairy tale "Chocolate Road"

Gianni Rodari

There lived three little boys in Barletta - three brothers. They were walking outside the city one day and suddenly saw some strange road - flat, smooth and all brown.

– What, I wonder, is this road made of? – the older brother was surprised.

“I don’t know what, but not boards,” remarked the middle brother.

They wondered and wondered, and then sank to their knees and licked the road with their tongues.

And the road, it turns out, was all lined with chocolate bars. Well, the brothers, of course, were not at a loss - they began to feast on it. Piece by piece, they didn’t notice how the evening came. And they all gobble up chocolate. They ate it all the way! Not a piece of it remained. It was as if there was no road or chocolate at all!

-Where are we now? – the older brother was surprised.

– I don’t know where, but it’s not Bari! - answered the middle brother.

The brothers were confused - they didn’t know what to do. Luckily, a peasant came out to meet them, returning from the field with his cart.

“Let me take you home,” he suggested. And he took the brothers to Barletta, right to the house.

The brothers began to get out of the cart and suddenly saw that it was all made of cookies. They were delighted and, without thinking twice, began to devour her on both cheeks. There was nothing left of the cart - no wheels, no shaft. They ate everything.

That's how lucky three little brothers from Barletta were one day. No one has ever been so lucky, and who knows if they will ever be so lucky again.

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Russian folk tales are divided into the following groups:

Animal Tales;

Fairy tales;

Everyday tales.

Heroes of Russian folk tales are often represented by animals. So the wolf always represented the greedy and evil, the fox cunning and savvy, the bear strong and kind, and the hare weak and cowardly man. But the moral of these stories was that you should not put a yoke on even the most evil hero, because there can always be a cowardly hare who can outwit the fox and defeat the wolf.

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Russian folk tale plays and educational role. Good and evil are clearly differentiated and give a clear answer to a specific situation. For example, Kolobok, who ran away from home, considered himself independent and brave, but a cunning fox got in his way. A child, even the smallest one, will come to the conclusion that he, too, could be in the place of the kolobok.

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An unusual story

Once upon a time there was a boy Kolya, an ordinary boy who went to kindergarten and loved buckwheat porridge. But one day something completely happened to this ordinary boy. extraordinary story. That day the weather was wonderful, and Kolya decided to go for a walk.
He took his favorite red car with him and went out into the yard. Then he saw Dimka, a neighbor's boy. Dimka was a naughty man and a bully, and Kolya did not want to communicate with him at all. He had already turned around to leave unnoticed, when he suddenly heard Dima’s call:

Hey Kolka, look what I have!

He ran up to the boy and began to twirl a large magnifying glass in front of his nose. Kolya had never seen such a huge magnifying glass, and he really wanted to look into it.

Dima, can I look at it?

Oh no! “Only if you let me play with your car all day,” he replied.

The boy felt sorry for his car, because he knew how carelessly his neighbor handled his toys. But, nevertheless, he agreed, he really wanted to get a magnifying glass. When the exchange took place, Kolya began to look at everything: the bark on the tree, his fingers, his skinned knee. Then he bent down to look at some bug or ant in the grass. Suddenly, the boy almost jumped out of surprise. Kolya saw a small gnome, the size of his little finger. Yes, a real gnome! He jumped up, waved his red cap and tried to attract Kolya’s attention. He was wearing a green suit and shoes with shiny buckles. Kolya came to his senses and leaned lower to better see and hear the gnome.

“Hello Kolya,” the dwarf squeaked.

“Hello, how do you know my name,” Kolya asked.

I know everything about children, and I’m here for a reason, I need your help.

How can I help you, little gnome?

“I live in the kingdom of Good Deeds,” he answered, “and when a child does a good deed, the weather in our kingdom is good and everyone is having fun, but when he does nothing or does evil, it becomes gloomy, it rains and all the dwarves cry.” For some reason, in Lately children are committing less and less good deeds. I came to your world to find a child who will help us.

Of course,” said the boy, he felt sorry for the gnomes, “I will do what you ask.”

You have to do three good deeds, - said the gnome.

Kolya took the gnome in his hand and helped him get into his pocket. First he ran home to his mother.

Mom, how can I help you?

Mom was very surprised and delighted at Kolya’s proposal. She asked her son to take out the trash. Kolya took the bucket and ran to fulfill the request. Near the trash can he saw a small hungry kitten. He meowed pitifully. Kolya brought out the milk and fed the baby. Then the boy remembered that he had recently torn a book, and his conscience had been tormenting him for a week. He took the book and glued it together.

“Thank you, Kolya, you helped my people a lot,” said the dwarf, waved goodbye to Kolya and disappeared into thin air, bursting like a soap bubble.

The next morning Kolya woke up, stretched and ran to his mother’s room.

“Good morning, mommy, how can I help you today?” he asked and kissed mom on the cheek.

Let short good bedtime stories will become a good tradition and will bring you and your baby closer.

Your eyes are closed, and sleep is already creeping across your face. I won't disturb you, my dear, sleep. You heard me enter, but didn’t open your eyes, only your lips moved in a slight smile... I love it when you smile... your lips look like a small hunting bow with raised tips, in the depths of which lives a pink tongue-arrow. Oh, this multi-functional arrow! She knows how to kill on the spot with well-aimed words, knows how to give imperious orders to subordinate men, knows how to gently coo under my chin, or can simply remain silent while doing her amazing work!
Go to sleep, my dear, I won’t disturb you. I will not lie down next to you, but will lower myself to the floor to be level with your face.
I love such moments of mental unity with you. At these moments there are no physical contacts, only our souls speak. For me now you are a little girl whom I want to caress, stroke her curls and whisper something absurd to the sweet future sleep. You are an adult, beautiful, self-confident woman, but you, too, like when you were a child, miss tender words, I know this and I am ready to tell you them. They have accumulated in me, crowding both in my chest and in my head, they want to be heard. Mom could tell you a lot magic words, but mom won't say what she can say loving man. Sleep, sleep soundly to my muttering, and it’s even better that you fell asleep. You sleep, and I will whisper to you what my heart is filled with.
It’s a pity that I’m not an oriental poet - Ferdowsi, for example, or Hafiz, or Alisher Navoi... they knew a lot beautiful words, with which they sang their beloved ones.

A living spring is your mouth and the sweetest of all joys,
my sobs are no match for the Nile and the Euphrates itself.

All sweets have lost their taste and are cheap in price:
The nectar of your sweetest lips is the most beautiful of all delights.

And even the sun has a hard time competing with you:
your mirrored brow is a hundred times brighter than his.

Sweet words murmur like a fast mountain stream, flow like a smooth majestic river, rustle like a gentle spring breeze, surrounded by a viscous pink aroma... everything is for you, everything is for you...
I look at your bare shoulders. What are you wearing under the covers now? You have a flannel nightie with a lace collar at the neck, a funny cambric shirt, sometimes you wore flirty pajamas with ties at the throat and under the knees... I know all your night outfits, I know them with my eyes, teeth and touch, because I’ve taken them off more than once from you... and now I still see not the blanket on you, not your clothes, but your skin underneath... Just recently you were humming something in the bath, basking in clouds of snow-white foam, just recently you were leaving the bathroom, and the undried droplets the water glistened on your shoulders and on your chest above the towel, and here, right at the dimple on your throat... this dimple has always driven me crazy... and now my tongue habitually moved in my mouth... I love to kiss you on this dimple... no, no, I’m quiet and humble today, I’m just talking to you... in words, but silently... yes, it happens, thoughts are also words, only they are a thousand times faster!
I admire you. You are now lying on a high pillow, surrounded by hair golden from the light of the night lamp, still damp at the ends, although you tried to hide it under a cap, but it still got wet and became a dark bronze color... you smell of sea water, salty wind and something else... then painfully familiar, which makes you dizzy and takes your breath away... It smells like you... I inhale this smell, there is nothing more beautiful in the world... my roses, my beloved roses, forgive me, your aroma is magnificent, but there is no smell sweeter than the smell of a beloved woman!
I look at your eyes, they are closed, I remember them perfectly, I know what they look like in the twilight, the black dots of the pupils become huge, like a black universe, they attract me, and I drown in them...
I take your hand, bring it to my lips... I kiss every finger of yours, every nail, I run your palm over my cheek, do you feel how smooth it is? I shaved, you love it when my cheeks are smooth, you love to rub against them, touch them with your tongue. Of course, my cheeks will never compare with yours with their soft velvet skin, but somewhere in the very depths of me I am ready for the fact that you may suddenly wake up and want to press your cheek to mine... I am always ready! Do you remember how one day your cheeks were stubbled by my stubble and the next morning they were covered with many small red spots... To the puzzled looks of the employees, you casually answered that you had eaten too much strawberries... an allergy, they say, and no one asked where you can get strawberries in winter...
Therefore, I found pleasure in the once unpleasant activity for me - shaving... everything is for you, everything is for you!
I always want to call you baby, I want to caress and pamper you like a little girl, smooth your eyebrows with my finger, run it along the line of your nose, along the curve of your lips, along your chin, neck, down, down... stop...
You moved and smiled happily at the dream, sighing briefly...
Sleep, my beloved... sleep, it was I who entered your dream.