The expression is like a bull in a china shop. Like a bull in a china shop

Once upon a time there lived a gray Bunny in a field, and there lived a little sister Fox.

That's how the frosts started, the Bunny began to shed, and when the cold winter came, with blizzards and snowdrifts, the Bunny completely turned white from the cold, and he decided to build himself a hut: he trained the little ones and let's fence the hut.

This Liska saw it and said:
- What are you doing, little one?
- You see, I’m building a hut because of the cold.
“Look, what a smart guy,” thought the Fox, “let me build a hut too - only not a popular house, but chambers, a crystal palace!”

So she began to carry ice and lay the hut.

Both huts ripened at once, and our animals began to live in their own homes. Liska looks through the icy window and chuckles at the Bunny: “Look, blackfoot, what a shack you’ve built! It’s my business: it’s both pure and bright - like a crystal palace!”

Everything was fine for the fox in winter, but when spring came and winter began to drive away the snow and warm the earth, then Liskin’s palace melted and ran downhill with water. How can Liska survive without a home? So she lay in wait when Bunny came out of his hut for a walk, to pluck snow grass and bunny cabbage, sneaked into Bunny’s hut and climbed onto the floor.

Bunny came, poked his head into the door - it was locked. He waited a little and began knocking again.

Po waited for the Bunny and said:
- Stop joking, Foxy, let me go, I really want to sleep.

And Lisa responded:
- Wait, scythe, that’s how I’ll jump out, I’ll jump out, I’ll go shake you, only shreds will fly in the wind!

The Bunny cried and went wherever his eyes led him. Met him Gray wolf.
- Great, Bunny, what are you crying about, what are you grieving about?
- How can I not grieve, not grieve: I had a bast hut, Lisa’s was ice-cold. The fox's hut melted, went away like water, she captured mine, and she won't let me, the owner, in!
“But wait,” said the Wolf, “we’ll kick her out!”
- It’s unlikely, Volchenka, we’ll kick her out, she’s firmly entrenched!
- I’m not me if I drive Lisa out! - the Wolf growled.

So the Bunny was happy and went with the Wolf to chase the Fox. We've arrived.
- Hey, Lisa Patrikeevna, get out of someone else’s hut! - the wolf shouted.

And the fox from the hut answered him:
“Wait, just as soon as I get off the stove, I’ll jump out, I’ll jump out, and I’ll go and beat you up, and the pieces will just fly in the wind!”
- Oh-oh, so angry! - the Wolf grumbled, tucked his tail and ran into the forest, and the Bunny remained crying in the field.

The Bull is coming.
- Great, Bunny, what are you grieving about, what are you crying about?
- How can I not grieve, how can I not grieve: I had a bast hut, Lisa’s had an ice hut. The fox's hut has melted, she has captured mine, and now she won't let me, the owner, home!
“But wait,” said the Bull, “we’ll kick her out.”
- No, Little Bull, it’s unlikely to drive her out, she’s firmly entrenched, the Wolf has already driven her out - he hasn’t kicked her out, and you, Bull, can’t kick her out!
“I’m not me if I don’t kick you out,” the Bull mooed.

The Bunny was happy and went with the Bull to save the Fox. We've arrived.
- Hey, Lisa Patrikeevna, get out of someone else's hut! - the Bull mumbled.

And Lisa answered him:
- Wait, just as soon as I get off the stove, I’m going to go whip you, Bull, until the shreds fly in the wind!
- Oh-oh, so angry! - the bull mooed, threw back his head and let’s run away.

The bunny sat down next to a hummock and cried.
Here comes Mishka Bear and says:
- Hello, oblique, what are you grieving about, what are you crying about?
- But how can I not grieve, how can I not grieve: I had a bast hut, and the Fox had an ice hut. The fox's hut has melted, she has captured mine, and she won't let me, the owner, home!
“But wait,” said the Bear, “we’ll kick her out!”
- No, Mikhailo Potapych, it’s unlikely to kick her out, she’s firmly entrenched. The wolf chased, but did not drive out. The bull drove - he didn’t drive him out, and you can’t drive him out!
“I’m not me,” the Bear roared, “if I don’t survive the Fox!”

So the Bunny was happy and went, bouncing, to chase the Fox home with the Bear. We've arrived.
“Hey, Lisa Patrikeevna,” the Bear roared, “get out of someone else’s hut!”

And Lisa answered him:
“Wait, Mikhailo Potapych, just as soon as I get off the stove, I’ll jump out, I’ll jump, I’ll go and scold you, you clumsy one, until the shreds fly in the wind!”
- Oooh, how fierce! - the Bear roared, and began to run away.

What should a hare do? He began to beg the Fox, but the Fox didn’t even listen. So the Bunny began to cry and went wherever he looked and met the Kochet, the Red Rooster, with a saber on his shoulder.
- Great, Bunny, how are you doing, what are you grieving about, what are you crying about?
- How can I not grieve, how can I not grieve, if I’m driven away from my native ashes? I had a bast hut, and Lisitsa had an ice hut. The fox's hut has melted, she has taken over mine, and she won't let me, the owner, home!
“But wait,” said the Rooster, “we’ll kick her out!”
- The Wolf chased her but didn’t kick her out, the Bull chased her but didn’t kick her out. The bear chased - he didn’t drive him out, how can you control it!
“We’ll try,” said the Cockerel and went with the Hare to drive out the fox. How they came to the hut. The rooster crowed:
He walks on his heels,
Carrying a saber on his shoulders
He wants to kill Liska,
Sew yourself a hat, -
Come out, Lisa, have pity on yourself!

When Lisa heard Petukhova’s threat, she got scared and said:
- Wait, Cockerel, golden comb, silk beard!

And the Rooster cries:
- Cuckoo, I’ll chop everything up!

And the Rooster, standing at the door, shouts to himself:
He walks on his heels,
Carrying a saber on his shoulders
He wants to kill Liska,
Sew yourself a hat, -
Come out, Lisa, have pity on yourself!

There is nothing to do, nowhere to go for the Fox. 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 accumulate goods.

or a fox and a hare in a forest clearing. The fox's skin is expensive, but the hare's is cheap. The fox boasts all day long:

- I'm a dear animal. I have beautiful fur.

And the hare answered:

“Don’t brag, otherwise I’ll do something that will make your skin cheaper.”

The hare speaks, but no one believes him, because, although he is brave, he is still cross-eyed. So winter has passed, spring has come, summer has arrived. But the sly hare never taught the boastful fox a lesson. One day, closer to autumn, the hare and the fox began to run and play hide and seek. The hare and the fox ran and ran around Parma - deep forest, and lured the fox into a trap with his scythe. She landed between two birch trees in a big way. It's so stuck that it can't go back or forth. And the brave hare was right there: he broke the birch twigs and began to whip the fox. He flogs himself, he himself says:

- Oh, don’t eat chickens, Don’t grab chickens, Don’t torment animals, Don’t steal rabbits, Don’t be cunning, don’t be cunning, don’t be cunning, And don’t brag!

Animals and birds gathered, watching the hare teach the fox. Brave Bunny he whipped the fox until all the rods broke off and he himself fell to the ground from fatigue. And the fox rushed and escaped from the trap. But while she was struggling between the birches, her skin became frayed. The fox rushed at the hare. He forgot about fatigue: he ran as fast as he could. The fox gave chase and would have caught up with the oblique one, but the hare confused her. Out of fear, the hare jumped into fox hole, and the fox ran past: she had no idea that there was a scythe in her home. And in the hole the fox cubs shouted to the hare:

- Who are you? Leave!

But the hare had already come to his senses, his fear had passed. He twirled his mustache and assumed an air of dignity.

“I’m the one who whipped your mother with rods.” Show me the second move, otherwise you will not escape the flogging,” shouted the brave hare.

The little foxes got scared, showed the hare the second way out of the hole, and he ran further through the forest. He runs at full speed, feeling that the fox is on his trail again.

He ran, he ran sideways... He jumped over seven mountains, flew over seven forests, swam across six rivers, and when he got to the seventh river, he rolled head over heels down a hill and landed in the coastal mud. The hare was so dirty that his ears were stuck to his head. And he began to look like a beaver. But there’s no time to wash, I just rubbed my slanted eyes with my paws. He quickly tied up the raft and got ready to sail down the river. And the fox jumped over seven mountains, ran through seven forests, reached the seventh river, and smelled a hare on the bank. He looks: a beaver, covered in mud, is standing on a raft and with a hook he is pushing the raft away from the shore, but it won’t push it away.

Lisa asks:

- Beaver, beaver, didn’t a hare run through here? He smiled obliquely, finally pushed his raft away and asked: “What kind of hare is this, isn’t it the one that whipped the fox with birch twigs and ruined its expensive skin?”

“I don’t know,” answered the fox. - I don’t need this hare. Just think, the deal was for a penny, and the conversation was miles away.

The fox turned and went into the forest, and the scythe swam safely down the Vychegda, a funny song began to sing. The fox lay, lay in the forest, thought, thought and decided: “I’ll go to the river again, maybe only one beaver knows about what the hare did to me, and the others know nothing.”

The fox ran straight to the shore.

And the hare slowly floats on a raft along a winding river. He had already managed to get himself a Moscow caftan and a hat.

The fox sat down on the bank, and then the hare swam up. She didn't recognize him again.

-Who will you be? - asks the fox.

“I’m a Muscovite, I’m sailing home,” the hare answers.

- What news in the world? - asks the fox.

“I haven’t heard any news,” the oblique one answers. “But I just heard that a hare whipped a fox, ruined her expensive skin, and knocked off her arrogance.”

The fox felt sad, went into the forest again, and lay down under a tree. The hare swam and swam, decided to rest and land on the shore. And the fox lay there, lay there, and again went out to the river and ran along the bank. “Won’t I meet someone else,” he thinks. Maybe only the beaver and the Muscovite heard about my shame..."

She sat down by the river again and waited to see if anyone would show up. Look, the hare is swimming. The fox again did not recognize him - he put on a new hat.

-Who are you, where are you coming from? - asks the fox.

“I’m a Muscovite, I’m sailing from Moscow,” answers the oblique one.

—Have you heard any news in Moscow?

“I haven’t heard any special news,” said the hare. “They just say in Moscow that a hare whipped a fox with twigs.”

“Besides, haven’t you heard anything special?” - the fox sighed. - Do you know if the expensive fox fur coat has fallen in price now?

The hare answers:

- Of course, it has fallen in price! If it was twenty rubles, then after such an incident it will cost ten rubles, if it cost ten rubles, then it will come to five rubles.

The fox began to cry, ran away into the forest, and from then on did not brag.

Everyone remembers the fairy tale “Zaikin’s Hut” from childhood. Mothers and grandmothers once read it to us, and now we ourselves tell it to our children and grandchildren. And to be honest, we are often perplexed by a child’s question: “A bast hut... What is it made of?”

Mysteries of Russian fairy tales

Russian folk tales, which have been listened to by many generations of children, came to us from ancient times. The famous Russian philologist believed that the roots of the fairy tale go back to primitive mythology, and their meaning is much deeper than a simple plot.

These works of oral folk art emotionally rich, instructive, they make you empathize with the characters, awaken your imagination. Educational function theirs is huge. But sometimes fairy tales contain words, concepts and expressions that are incomprehensible not only to young children, but also to modern adults. This makes it difficult to perceive the text, but the child strives to satisfy his curiosity, figure it out, and understand.

For example, what are these “bottoms” along which the old woman scraped together flour for Kolobok? Why does Baba Yaga's hut have chicken legs and what type of mortar did the owner herself fly on? Or why did the harmful old woman put Ivan Tsarevich in the oven on a shovel? They dig the ground with it...

The children's fairy tale about Zaika's hut is one of these not fully understood old tales. “The Fox and the Hare lived in the forest. And the Fox had an ice hut, and the Bunny had a bast hut...” What is the bast hut made of?

What is lube

To answer this question, you must first understand what kind of material this is - bast.

On a cut tree or on a fresh stump, three layers of different colors are clearly visible: the dark outer one is the bark, the lightest and densest inner one is the wood, and between them is a layer of a rather soft, light brown or yellowish color. This is lube - inner part bark, or, as V. Dahl wrote - “subcortex”, “underbark”.

Removed from a tree trunk, peeled from the bark and dried, the bast is a rather rough and at the same time flexible sheet. In some trees, for example, linden, the bast is easily separated into individual fibers, which are called bast.

So this is what a bast hut is! Made from bast - soft “subbark”.

In the past, the word “bast” was also often used to describe coarse fibers from nettles and hemp used to make matting. But this meaning has nothing to do with Zaika’s hut.

What was made from bast

The material that Bunny chose for his house may seem unusual only to a modern, ignorant person. In the past, bast was used to make many household items, and even now it is widely used in decorative and applied arts.

Most often the subbark of the linden tree was used. It bends well and separates into fibers, has a pleasant golden color and smells aromatically of honey.

Boxes of all sizes were made from linden bast - in the old days, various things and food products were stored in them; baskets, tubs, baskets, bread bins and even cradles. From thinner bast fibers - bast - they wove the most common shoes - bast shoes, made washcloths, ropes, and wove matting for household needs on special machines.

Sometimes roofs were covered with bast instead of shingles. But what does a bast hut mean?

Why bast?

An inquisitive and inquisitive child, listening to a fairy tale and an adult’s explanations, will definitely ask why Bunny didn’t build himself a house, for example, from logs, boards or clay. By the way, in one of modern options fairy tales the hare's hut made of sand. Probably so that parents don’t rack their brains over an explanation.

Having figured out where the bunny got the bast hut from and what it was made of, it remains to find out why it was made from bast and not from another material more suitable for building a home.

A fairy tale, as you know, is a lie, but there is a hint in it. Despite all the fantastic nature of the situations, fairy tales are logical in their own way. Children in general are realists, their thinking is concrete, and peasant children would obviously doubt that Bunny had an ax and a saw. The hare simply could not build himself a hut from logs and boards, but there is no clay in the forest, and this animal does not dig holes.

And he strips the bark from trees, especially in winter. The soft bark and bast of young trees are the main winter food of these animals in the forest. There is even an old children’s rhyme in which the hare “teared his bast... put it under the log.”

So it turns out that Bunny could only have a bast hut. What it is made of and why it is made of this material is explained from the point of view of logic and life experience. But there is another important point.

Poetics of a fairy tale

Folk tales have a special poetic language. The narrator’s speech flows slowly, like a forest stream, every word in it is in its place, filled not only with meaning, but also with sound. It’s not for nothing that the fox’s hut is not snowy, but icy. “A bast hut, an ice hut” - these definitions are both opposite in meaning and very close in sound. Soft, affectionate phrases are perfectly woven into the lace of the fairy tale, making it almost a work of poetry. And children perceive and remember such soft, soothing words better.

On this page you can read a fairy tale about the Fox and the Bunny. The example of animal behavior shows very clearly how it is not nice to brag, respect friendship and just be good. This fairy tale is recommended to be read to children from 3 years old. At this age, the child will be able to distinguish what is good and what is bad.

Enjoy your reading.

Fox and Hare.

Russian folk tale for children.

Illustrations: W. Tauber

Once upon a time there lived a fox and a hare. And the fox had an ice hut, and the hare had a bast hut.

Spring has come and the fox’s hut has melted, but the hare’s hut remains as before.

Then the fox came to the hare and asked him to spend the night, he let her in, and she took him and kicked him out of her own hut. A hare walks through the forest and cries bitterly. Dogs run towards him:

Woof woof woof! Why are you crying, bunny?

How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. In the spring her hut melted. The fox came to me and asked to spend the night, and she kicked me out.

Don't cry, oblique! We will help your grief. Now let's go and drive away the fox!

They went to hare hut. Dogs bark like this:

Woof woof woof! Get out, fox, get out!

And the fox answers them from the stove:

The dogs got scared and ran away.

The hare walks through the forest again and cries. A wolf meets him:

Why are you crying, hare?

How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. She asked me to spend the night, but she kicked me out.

Don't worry, I'll help you.

No, wolf, you can't help. They chased the dogs, but they didn’t drive them away, and you can’t drive them away.

No, I'll drive you away! Went!

They approached the hut. How the wolf howls:

Oooh, get out, fox, get out!

And the fox answers them from the stove:

As soon as I jump out, as soon as I jump out, the scraps will go down the back streets!

The wolf got scared and ran back into the forest.

The hare comes again and cries bitterly. A bear meets him:

What are you crying about, hare?

How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. She asked me to spend the night, but she kicked me out.

Don't cry, oblique, I will help you.

You can’t, Mikhailo Potapych. They chased the dogs - they didn’t drive them out, the wolf chased them - they didn’t drive them out, and you won’t drive them out.

We'll see! Come on, let's go!

They approach the hut. The bear will scream:

Go away, fox, get out of the house!

And the fox from the stove:

As soon as I jump out, as soon as I jump out, the scraps will go down the back streets!

The bear got scared and ran away.

The hare is walking along the road again, crying more than ever. A rooster with a scythe comes towards him:

Ku-ka-re-ku! What are you shedding tears about, hare?

How can I not shed tears? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring came, her hut melted and she came to me asking to spend the night, I let her in, and she kicked me out.

Don't bother, oblique, I'll help you.

No, rooster, you can't help. The dogs chased you but didn’t drive you away, the wolf chased you but didn’t drive you away, the bear chased you but didn’t drive you away, and you won’t succeed.

And then I’ll kick you out!

They approach the hut. The rooster stomped his paws, flapped his wings and screamed:

Ku-ka-riku! I'm going to the fox

I carry the scythe on my shoulders,

I want to whip a fox

Get off the stove, fox,

Get out, fox, get out!