My favorite Russian folk tales. The subject of the letter is the name of the competition

All-Russian creative competition

"My favorite Russian folk tale"

RESULTS

Nomination: "Fine creativity"

Age group 4 years:

I place Martynova Valeria, 4 years old, Izhevsk, Udmurt Republic

II place Safin Kirill, 4 years old, Pyatigorsk, Stavropol Territory

III place Kuklin Roman, 4 years old, Yaransk, Kirov region

I place Irina Karandashova, 5 years old, Kislovodsk, Stavropol Territory

Mazakazova Polina, 5 years old, Asino, Tomsk region

II place Drozdov Ivan, 5 years old, Kamenka, Penza region

Tamara Posokhova, 6 years old, Barysh, Ulyanovsk region

III place Daria Mashentseva, 5 years old, Kamenka, Penza region

Chizhov Konstantin, 5 years old, Tchaikovsky, Perm region

Age group from 11 to 12 years:

I place Nikita Ivanov, 11 years old, Dobrovolnoe village, Stavropol Territory

II place Kandaev Azhmed, 11 years old, Dobrovolnoe village, Stavropol Territory

III place Voskova Regina, 11 years old, Inza, Ulyanovsk region

Nomination: "Decorative and Applied Arts"

Age group 4 years:

I place Veronika Vozhegova, 4 years old, Gai, Orenburg region

II place Khvorost Pavel, 4 years old, Sengilei, Ulyanovsk region

III place Olga Karaseva, 4 years old, Kirovo-Chepetsk, Kirov region

Age group from 5 to 6 years:

I place Olesya Serbienko, 6 years old, Ilek village, Orenburg region

Balashov Stepan, 6 years old, Ilek village, Orenburg region

II place Seregina Maria, 6 years old, Inza, Ulyanovsk region

Chapurina Vika, 6 years old, Ilek village, Orenburg region

III place Lashina Svetlana, 6 years old, Gdov, Pskov region

Zhumalieva Anelya, 6 years old, Ilek village, Orenburg region

Pluzhnikova Svetlana Anatolyevna, 51 years old, Kamenka, Penza region

II place Korovina Svetlana Veniamonovna, 30 years old, Tchaikovsky, Perm region

Kozlova Alfida Mukhamadievna, 41 years old, Gai, Orenburg region

III place Sokolova Marina Alekseevna, 30 years old, Sebezh, Pskov region

Zhabernaya Valeria Eduardovna, 34 years old, Svetlograd, Stavropol Territory

Nomination: "Presentation"

Age group from 9 to 10 years:

I place Ekaterina Kazimirova, 10 years old, Svetlograd, Stavropol Territory

II place Ustinova Karina, 10 years old, Gdov, Pskov region

III place Tsar Nikita, 10 years old, Mozhga, Udmurt Republic

Age group 18 years and older:

I place Tatyana Alekseevna Korabelshchikova, 39 years old; Konyushenko Ivanna Petrovna, 55 years old, Gai, Orenburg region

II place Elena Semenovna Guskova, 40 years old, Mozhga, Udmurt Republic

III place Dymokhina Irina Egorovna, 22 years old, Sengilei, Ulyanovsk region

Nomination: "Methodological Development"

Age group 18 years and older:

I place Fomenko Olesya Sergeevna, 30 years old, Gai, Orenburg region

II place Venera Arifovna Ruslanova, 36 years old, Perm, Perm region

III place Enotova Katerina Alekseevna, 50 years old, Istra, Moscow region

CONGRATULATIONS!

Dates of the competition: 02/15/2016 - 02/26/2016.

Participants: preschoolers aged 4-7 years, schoolchildren in grades 1-9, as well as teachers - creative people and young at heart.

Goals and objectives of the competition:

Identification of talented students, their support and encouragement;

Increasing the prestige of the teaching profession, forming a positive public opinion about the modern teacher, public recognition of the contribution of teachers to the development of the younger generation;

Awaken and unite the creative creative potential of the teaching community;

To attract the attention of the pedagogical community to the problem of educating the younger generation and youth on worthy ideals in the spirit of reviving the spiritual and cultural traditions of Russia.

Age groups:

4 years, 5 - 6 years, 7 - 8 years, 9 - 10 years, 11 - 12 years, 13 - 14 years, 15 - 17 years, 18 years and older.

Nominations:

- "Decorative and applied arts"

- "Collage"

- "Fine creativity"

- "Presentation"

- "Methodological development"

- "Literary creativity"

Design requirements:

One participant presents no more than two works in each category. Work files no more than 3 MB in size. The material can be presented in JPG files (Microsoft PowerPoint 97-2007).

Criteria for assessing student work:

Compliance of the work with the theme of the Competition;

Degree of independence and creativity;

Originality of the presentation of the competition theme;

Registration of the competition project in accordance with all requirements.

Conditions of the competition:

Works must be original, not downloaded from the Internet or borrowed from other sources. All competition participants receive certificates (certificates, diplomas) in electronic form. Participation cost - 50 rubles. (This includes receiving an electronic document!). Leaders who have prepared 3 or more participants receive certificates (certificates, diplomas) in electronic form (free of charge).

Payment is made:

Through terminals (ATMs) of Sberbank.

Card number: 676196000482221687

Certificates are sent ELECTRONICALLY by letter to the EMAIL address specified in the application (receipt).

Everyone has something to present!

Everyone can win!!!

Annex 1.

Application for participation in the competition

Application (one for all participants), a scan of the payment receipt and the competition entry are accepted by email as separate files in one email to the email address - [email protected]

The SUBJECT of the letter is the name of the competition!

Essay on the topic: “My favorite Russian folk tale.” My favorite Russian folk tale is “Ivan the Peasant Son and the Miracle Yudo”. This fairy tale teaches you to be brave and cunning. This tale tells how Ivan fought with Chud-Yud and how his brothers fell asleep, while while they were sleeping, Ivan fought with Chud-Yud.

Slide 7 from the presentation "Fairy tales for 5th grade". The size of the archive with the presentation is 363 KB.

Literature 5th grade

summary of other presentations

“Essay on the painting “Deuce Again”” - Painting media. The boy's younger brother. Main part. Sister of the “culprit of events.” Painting "Arrived on vacation." Painting “Deuce Again.” Painting "Enough of the tongue." Conversation piece. Two again. Room. The versatility of F.P. Reshetnikov’s talent. Volume. White and red dog. Museum of F.P. Reshetnikov. Introduction. Preparing for a descriptive essay. Main thought. The idea of painting a picture. Fedor Pavlovich Reshetnikov.

“Garshin” - A short, polished phrase, without subordinate clauses in descriptions. "Hot. V. M. Garshin. The sun is burning. M.M. Prishvina. The wounded man opens his eyes and sees bushes, a high sky” (“Four Days”). The lack of action and complex collisions is typical for Garshin. The writer is buried on the Literary Bridges, the museum-necropolis of St. Petersburg. Garshin was unable to cover a wide range of social phenomena. The writer did not know a way out.

“Reasoning as a type of speech” - Reasoning is a type of text. Reasoning. Thesis. Let's understand the theory. Main thought. What is reasoning. Russian language lesson in 5th grade. Word research. Text research. The secret of the name. Essay-reasoning. Explore texts. A fun activity.

“The Appearance of a Book” - Wax Book. Egyptian script characters. Letter in pictures. Start sheet. Cuneiform. Tiles. Human figures. Ancient Chinese. Drukar "Apostle". Ancient Egyptians. Knot letter. Paper books. A simple letter. Words are precious treasures. Familiarization with the history of the development of the book. Birch bark book. Wax books. Inscriptions on birch bark books. Book. Hieroglyphs.

“K.G. Paustovsky “Warm Bread”” - Do you think Filka was evil. He was not a storyteller. Filka's conversation with the miller Pankrat. Work on issues. Conversation. K.G. Paustovsky. How Filka made peace with his wounded horse. Holistic analysis of the tale. Watching a cartoon. What is the meaning of the title of the fairy tale?

"Krylov's Fables" - Moska. Fragment. Dragonfly and ant. Fable. Words sound. Portrait of I.A. Krylov. A crowd of onlookers walked around. You kept singing. Poem by K.P. Vyazemsky. Allegory. Quartet. Solve the crossword puzzle. Characters. List the heroes of the fable. Cuckoo and rooster. Vices. Both the table and the house were ready. Friends. A Crow and a fox. Morality. Fables of Grandfather Krylov. The fable consists of two parts. The crow cawed. Read the fable. Quiz. Monument to I.A. Krylov.

The book “All the Most Favorite Russian Folk Tales” is a collection of the best Russian folk tales, selected for both the youngest and older children. Fairy tales about animals, magic, everyday life, soldiers' tales - all of them are in this book in drawings by classical and modern children's illustrators. “Turnip”, “Teremok”, “Kolobok”, “Sister Alyonushka and Brother Ivanushka”, “The Flying Ship” and many other fairy tales in which everyone will find their favorite and most memorable. Drawings by S. Bordyug and N. Trepenok, Y. Korovin, M. Karpenko, E. Rachev, A. Savchenko and others. For children under 3 years old.

My first fairy tales

A series: Favorite stories for children

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by liters company.

My first fairy tales

Grandfather planted a turnip and the turnip grew big and big.

The grandfather began to pull the turnip out of the ground.

He pulls and pulls, but he can’t pull it out.

The grandfather called the grandmother for help.

Grandma for grandfather, grandfather for turnip.

The grandmother called her granddaughter.

Granddaughter for grandmother, grandmother for grandfather, grandfather for turnip.

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

The granddaughter called to Zhuchka.

A bug for a granddaughter, a granddaughter for a grandmother, a grandmother for a grandfather, a grandfather for a turnip.

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

The bug called the cat Masha.

Masha for the bug, Zhuchka for the granddaughter, granddaughter for the grandmother, grandmother for the grandfather, grandfather for the turnip.

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

The cat Masha clicked the mouse.

A mouse for Masha, Masha for a Bug, a Bug for a granddaughter, a granddaughter for a grandmother, a grandmother for a grandfather, a grandfather for a turnip.

They pull and pull - they pulled out the turnip!

Chicken Ryaba

There lived a grandfather and a woman,

And they had Ryaba chicken.

The hen laid an egg:

The egg is not simple,

Grandfather beat, beat -

Didn't break it;

Baba beat, beat -

Didn't break it.

The mouse ran

She waved her tail:

The egg fell

And it crashed.

Grandfather and woman are crying;

The hen clucks:

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

I'll lay another egg for you,

Not golden - simple.

Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman.

So the old man asks:

- Bake me a bun for me, old lady.

- What should I bake it from? There is no flour.

- Eh, old woman! Mark the barn, scrape the branches, and you'll get it.

The old woman did just that: she swept, scraped together two handfuls of flour, kneaded the dough with sour cream, rolled it into a bun, fried it in oil and laid it on the window to dry.

The bun is tired of 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 entryway, from the entryway to the porch, from the porch to the yard, and then beyond the gate, on and on.

The bun is rolling along the road, and a hare meets it:

- No, don’t eat me, scythe, but rather listen to what song I’ll sing for you.

The hare raised his ears, and the bun sang:

- I am a bun, a bun!

Swept across the barn,

Scraped by the bones,

Mixed with sour cream,

Put in the oven,

It's cold at the window.

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother

From you, hare,

It's not smart to leave.

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

- Kolobok, Kolobok! I will eat you!

“Don’t eat me, gray wolf: I’ll sing you a song.”

And the bun sang:

- I am a bun, a bun!

Swept across the barn,

Scraped by the bones,

Mixed with sour cream,

Put in the oven,

It's cold at the window.

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother

I left the hare

From you, wolf,

It's not smart to leave.

The bun is rolling through the forest, and a bear comes towards it, breaks brushwood, bends bushes to the ground:

- Kolobok, Kolobok! I will eat you!

- Well, where can you, clubfoot, eat me! Better listen to my song.

The gingerbread man began to sing, and Misha’s ears went wild:

- I am a bun, a bun!

Swept across the barn,

Scraped by the bones,

Mixed with sour cream,

Put in the oven,

It's cold at the window.

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother

I left the hare

I left the wolf

From you, bear,

Half-heartedly to leave.

And the bun rolled - the bear just looked after it.

The bun rolls, and a fox meets it:

- Hello, bun! How handsome and rosy you are!

Kolobok is glad that he was praised and began to sing his song, and the fox listens and creeps closer and closer.

- I am a bun, a bun!

Swept across the barn,

Scraped by the bones,

Mixed with sour cream,

Put in the oven,

It's cold at the window.

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother

I left the hare

I left the wolf

Left the bear

From you, fox,

It's not smart to leave.

- Nice song! - said the fox. “The trouble is, my dear, that I’ve become old—I can’t hear well.” Sit on my face and sing it one more time.

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

- I am a bun, a bun!..

And his fox is a racket! - and ate it.

Swan geese

There lived a man and a woman. They had a daughter and a little son.

“Daughter,” the mother said, “we’ll go to work, take care of your brother!” Don't leave the yard, be smart - we'll buy you a handkerchief.

The father and mother left, and the daughter forgot what she was ordered to do: she sat her brother down on the grass under the window, ran outside, started playing, and took a walk.

Geese-swans swooped in, picked up the boy, and carried him away on their wings.

The girl returned, and lo and behold, her brother was gone! She gasped, rushed back and forth - no!

She called to him, burst into tears, lamented that it would be bad for her father and mother, but her brother did not respond.

She ran out into an open field and only saw: geese-swans darted in the distance and disappeared behind the dark forest. Then she realized that they had taken away her brother: geese-swans had long had a bad reputation - that they played pranks, carried away small children.

The girl rushed to catch up with them. She ran and ran and saw that there was a stove.

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

The stove answers her:

“Eat my rye pie, I’ll tell you.”

- I’ll eat rye pie! My father doesn’t even eat wheat...

- Apple tree, apple tree, tell me, where did the geese-swans fly?

“Eat my forest apple, I’ll tell you.”

- My father doesn’t even eat garden vegetables...

- Milk river, jelly banks, where did the swan geese fly?

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

- My father doesn’t even eat cream...

She ran for a long time through the fields and forests. The day is approaching evening, there is nothing to do - we need to go home. Suddenly he sees a hut standing on a chicken leg, about one window, turning around.

In the hut, the old Baba Yaga is spinning a tow. And my brother is sitting on the bench, playing with silver apples.

The girl entered the hut:

- Hello, grandma!

- Hello, girl! Why did she appear?

“I walked through mosses and swamps, got my dress wet, and came to warm up.”

- Sit down while you spin the tow.

Baba Yaga gave her a spindle and left. The girl is spinning - suddenly a mouse runs out from under the stove and says to her:

- Girl, girl, give me some porridge, I’ll tell you something nice.

The girl gave her porridge, the mouse said to her:

- Baba Yaga went to heat the bathhouse. She will wash you, steam you, put you in an oven, fry you and eat you, and ride on your bones herself.

The girl sits neither alive nor dead, crying, and the mouse tells her again:

“Don’t wait, take your brother, run, and I’ll spin the tow for you.”

The girl took her brother and ran. And Baba Yaga comes to the window and asks:

- Girl, are you spinning?

The mouse answers her:

- I’m spinning, grandma...

Baba Yaga heated the bathhouse and went after the girl. And there is no one in the hut. Baba Yaga shouted:

- Swan geese! Fly in pursuit! My sister took my brother away!..

The sister and brother ran to the milk river. He sees geese-swans flying.

- River, mother, hide me!

- Eat my simple jelly.

The girl ate and said thank you. The river sheltered her under the jelly bank.

The girl and her brother ran again. And the swan geese have returned, they are flying towards us, they are about to see you. What to do? Trouble! The apple tree is standing...

- Apple tree, mother, hide me!

- Eat my forest apple.

The girl quickly ate it and said thank you. The apple tree shaded it with branches and covered it with leaves.

The geese-swans did not see it, they flew past.

The girl ran again. He runs and runs, it’s not too far left. Then the geese-swans saw her, cackled - they swooped in, beat her with their wings, and in a moment they would tear her brother out of her hands.

The girl ran to the stove:

- Stove, mother, hide me!

- Eat my rye pie.

The girl quickly put the pie in her mouth, and she and her brother went into the oven and sat down in the stomata.

The geese-swans flew and flew, screamed and shouted, and flew away empty-handed to Baba Yaga.

The girl said thank you to the stove and ran home with her brother.

And then the father and mother came.

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 blackbird go into the forest to chop wood, and leave the cockerel alone.

If they leave, they are severely punished:

“We will go far, but you stay to be a housekeeper, and don’t raise your voice; when the fox comes, don’t look out the window.”

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

Cockerel, cockerel,

golden comb,

Butterhead,

Silk beard,

Look out the window

I'll give you some peas.

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

The cockerel crowed:

The fox is carrying me

For the dark forests,

For fast rivers,

For the high mountains...

Cat and blackbird, save me!..

The cat and the blackbird heard it, gave chase and took the cockerel from the fox.

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

- Well, now, rooster, don’t 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 comb,

Butterhead,

Silk beard,

Look out the window

I'll give you some peas.

The boys were running

The wheat was scattered

The chickens are pecking

Roosters are not given...

- Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!

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

The cockerel crowed:

The fox is carrying me

For the dark forests,

For fast rivers,

For the high mountains...

Cat and blackbird, save me!..

The cat and the blackbird heard it and rushed in pursuit. The cat is running, the blackbird is flying... They caught up with the fox - the cat is fighting, the blackbird is pecking, and the cockerel is taken away.

Whether long or short, the cat and the blackbird gathered again in the forest to chop wood. When leaving, they strictly punished the cockerel:

- Don’t listen to the fox, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further, we won’t hear your voice.

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

Cockerel, cockerel,

golden comb,

Butterhead,

Silk beard,

Look out the window

I'll give you some peas.

The cockerel sits and says nothing. And the fox again:

The boys were running

The wheat was scattered

The chickens are pecking

Roosters are not given...

The cockerel keeps silent. And the fox again:

People were running

Nuts were poured

The chickens are pecking

Roosters are not given...

The cockerel put his head out the window:

- Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!

The fox grabbed him tightly in her claws and carried him into her hole, beyond the dark forests, beyond the fast rivers, beyond the high mountains...

No matter how much the cockerel crowed or called, the cat and the blackbird did not hear him. And when we returned home, the cockerel was gone.

The cat and the blackbird ran along the fox's tracks. The cat is running, the blackbird is flying... They ran to the fox's hole. The cat set up the caterpillars and let’s practice:

Ringing, rattling, harpers,

Golden strings...

Is Lisafya-kuma still at home?

Is it in your warm nest?

The fox listened, listened and thought:

“Let me see - who plays the harp so well and hums sweetly?”

She took it and crawled out of the hole. The cat and the blackbird grabbed her - and began to beat and beat her. They beat and beat her until she lost her legs.

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

And from then on they began to live and be, and they still live.

Zayushkin's hut

Once upon a time there lived a fox and a hare. The fox has an ice hut, and the hare has a bast hut. Here the fox teases the hare:

“My hut is light, and yours is dark!” I have a light one, and you have a dark one!

Summer has come, the fox's hut has melted.

The fox asks the hare:

- Let me in, little darling, even into your yard!

- No, fox, I won’t let you in: why were you teasing?

The fox began to beg even more.

The hare let her into his yard.

The next day the fox asks again:

- Let me, little bunny, onto the porch.

The fox begged and begged, the hare agreed and let the fox onto the porch.

On the third day the fox asks again:

- Let me go into the hut, little bunny.

- No, I won’t let you in: why were you teasing?

The fox begged and begged, and the hare let her into the hut.

The fox is sitting on the bench, and the bunny is sitting on the stove.

On the fourth day the fox again asks:

- Bunny, bunny, let me come to your stove!

- No, I won’t let you in: why were you teasing?

The fox asked and begged, and she begged for it - the hare let her go onto the stove.

A day passed, then another - the fox began to chase the hare out of the hut:

- Get out, scythe! I don't want to live with you!

So she kicked me out.

The hare sits and cries, grieves, wiping away his tears with his paws.

Dogs running past:

- Tyaf, tyaf, tyaf! What are you crying about, little bunny?

- How can I not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me, but he kicked me out.

“Don’t cry, bunny,” the dogs say. - We'll kick her out.

- No, don’t kick me out!

- No, we'll kick you out!

We approached the hut:

- Tyaf, tyaf, tyaf! Get out, fox!

And she told them from the stove:

As soon as I jump out,

How will I jump out?

There will be shreds

Through the back streets!

The dogs got scared and ran away.

The bunny sits again and cries.

A wolf walks by:

-What are you crying about, little bunny?

- How can I not cry, gray wolf? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me, but he kicked me out.

“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the wolf, “I’ll kick her out.”

- No, you won’t kick me out. They chased the dogs, but they didn’t drive them out, and you won’t drive them out.

- No, I’ll kick you out.

- Uyyy... Uyyyy... Get out, fox!

And she from the stove:

As soon as I jump out,

How will I jump out?

There will be shreds

Through the back streets!

The wolf got scared and ran away.

Here the hare sits and cries again.

An old bear is coming:

-What are you crying about, little bunny?

- How can I, little bear, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me, but he kicked me out.

“Don’t cry, bunny,” says the bear, “I’ll kick her out.”

- No, you won’t kick me out. The dogs chased, chased, but didn’t drive him out, the gray wolf chased, chased, didn’t drive him out. And you won't get kicked out.

- No, I’ll kick you out.

The bear went to the hut and growled:

- Rrrrr... rrr... Get out, fox!

And she from the stove:

As soon as I jump out,

How will I jump out?

There will be shreds

Through the back streets!

The bear got scared and left.

The hare sits again and cries. A rooster is walking, carrying a scythe.

- Ku-ka-riku! Bunny, why are you crying?

- How can I, Petenka, not cry? I had a bast hut, and the fox had an ice hut. Spring has come, the fox's hut has melted. The fox asked to come to me, but he kicked me out.

- Don’t worry, little bunny, I’ll drive the fox out for you.

- No, you won’t kick me out. The dogs chased - they didn’t drive out, the gray wolf chased, chased - did not drive out, the old bear chased, chased - did not drive out. And you won’t even be kicked out.

- No, I’ll kick you out.

The rooster went to the hut:

Ku-ka-riku!

I'm on my feet

In red boots

I carry a scythe on my shoulders:

I want to whip the fox

Get out of the oven, fox!

The fox heard it, got scared and said:

- I’m getting dressed...

Rooster again:

Ku-ka-riku!

I'm on my feet

In red boots

I carry a scythe on my shoulders:

I want to whip the fox

Get out of the oven, fox!

And the fox says:

- I’m putting on a fur coat...

Rooster for the third time:

Ku-ka-riku!

I'm on my feet

In red boots

I carry a scythe on my shoulders:

I want to whip the fox

Get out of the oven, fox!

The fox got scared, jumped off the stove and ran.

And the bunny and the rooster began to live and get along.

Chicken, mouse and black grouse

In ancient times, there lived a chicken, a mouse and a black grouse. One day a chicken found a barley grain and even cackled with joy:

– I found grain, I found grain!.. We need to grind it! And who will carry it to the mill?

“Not me,” said the mouse.

“Not me,” said the black grouse.

There is nothing to do, the chicken took the grain and carried it. She came to the mill and ground the grain.

-Who will take the flour home? - asked the chicken.

“Not me,” said the mouse.

“And not me,” said the black grouse.

There is nothing to do, the chicken took the flour and brought it home.

-Who will knead the bread? - asked the chicken.

“Not me,” said the mouse.

“And not me,” said the black grouse.

The chicken kneaded the dough, lit the oven, and put the bread in the oven herself. The loaf came out to perfection: lush and rosy. The chicken put it on the table and asked:

- And who will eat it?

“I am,” the mouse shouted.

“And I,” shouted the black grouse.

And both sat down at the table.

Dog and wolf

The owner had a dog - Serko. While the dog was young and strong, the owner fed it, but as it grew old and lost its strength, they drove it out of the yard.

Serko is walking across the field, and a wolf meets him.

- Why are you hanging around here? - asks the wolf.

And Serko responded:

- Yes, brother, - while I was strong, the owner fed me, but when he got old, he drove me away.

“Your business is bad,” says the wolf. “Do you want me to do it so that the owner will feed you again?”

- Do it, my dear. Maybe someday I’ll thank you in some way.

- Well, listen. When the owner and his wife go out to the field to reap and the mistress puts the baby on the haystack, then you walk nearby so that I know where that field is. I will grab the child and carry him, and you jump out, rush at me and take the child away. It’s as if I’ll get scared and throw it away, and you take it to the owner.

The owner and his wife went out to the field to reap. The owner put the baby under the haystack. She reaps herself, but glances at the child.

Suddenly a wolf jumps out of the rye, grabs the child and drags him away. Serko rushes at him - barks, grabs him! And the owner shouts:

- Serko, catch it! Serko, take it away!

The wolf released the child, and Serko picked it up and dragged it to the mistress.

The owner picked up the child, and the owner took a loaf of bread from his bag, cut off a piece and gave it to Serka. We went home in the evening and invited Serko to come with us.

The owner of the house says to his wife:

- Wife, cook more dumplings and add thicker lard.

My wife cooked dumplings; The owner sat down at the table and sat Serko down.

“Well, give it to us, wife, and we’ll have dinner.”

The wife put dumplings in a bowl, and the husband scooped them into a cup, blew them so that Serko wouldn’t get burned, and gave them to the dog.

And so Serko lived with his owner better than before.

So Serko thinks: “Now I need to thank the wolf for helping me like that.”

And then the owners began to marry off their daughter and began to feast.

Serko followed the wolf into the field. He found a wolf and said to him:

- Come to the fence in the evening. I’ll take you to the hut - the owners are feasting, they won’t notice you. So I’ll feed you well.

The wolf waited until evening and came to where Serko ordered. And the owners are having fun.

Serko came out to the wolf, brought him to the hut and sat him under the table.

Serko grabbed a loaf of bread from the table and put it under the table. He grabbed a piece of meat, also under the table.

The guests saw it, screamed, wanted to beat the dog, but the owner said:

“Don’t beat Serko: he did me such a good thing, he saved a child from a wolf, now I’ll feed him until he dies.”

Serko grabs something better from the table, and that’s it for the wolf. The wolf ate from hunger, became happy and said:

“I’m having fun, Serko, I’ll sing songs now.”

Yes, how it will howl.

Then the owner and guests got scared, they jumped out from behind the table, screaming, wanting to beat the wolf. And Serko leaned on the wolf, as if he wanted to bite him to death, and he himself pushed him towards the doors and towards the doors.

The owner shouts:

- Don’t hit the wolf, you’ll kill Serko! Serko can handle the wolf himself!

Serko took the wolf out of the hut, led him into the field and said:

- Well, goodbye, wolf. You did me good, and I repaid you as best I could.

So they said goodbye.

A mouse runs across the field. He sees that there is a tower:

No one answered. The mouse opened the door, entered and began to live.

The frog is jumping. He sees a teremok:

- Who lives in a little house, who lives in a small one?

- I, little mouse, and who are you?

- I'm a frog frog. Let me in.

And the two of them began to live together.

A bunny is running. I saw a teremok:

- Who lives in a little house, who lives in a small one?

- I, little mouse.

- I, frog-frog, and who are you?

Let me go.

- OK Go!

The three of them began to live together.

A little fox runs and asks:

- Who lives in a little house, who lives in a small one?

- I, little mouse.

- I, frog-frog.

- I, a running bunny, have long ears, short legs, and who are you?

- I am a fox-sister, Lizaveta-beautiful, fluffy tail. Let me go.

- Go, little fox.

The four of them began to live together.

A wolf is running across the field. He sees a mansion and asks:

- Who lives in a little house, who lives in a small one?

- I, little mouse.

- I, frog-frog.

- I, a running bunny, have long ears and short legs.

- I, little fox-sister, Lizaveta-beautiful, fluffy tail. And who are you?

- I am a wolf-wolf, a big mouth. Let me go.

- Okay, go, just live peacefully.

The five of them began to live together.

A bear wanders, a clubfoot wanders. I saw the little mansion and roared:

- Who lives in a little house, who lives in a small one?

- I am a little mouse.

- I, frog-frog.

- I, a running bunny, have long ears and short legs.

- I, little fox-sister, Lizaveta-beautiful, fluffy tail.

- I am a wolf-wolf, a big mouth. And who are you?

- I’m a bear, you little blooper!

And he didn’t ask to go into the mansion. He couldn’t get through the door, so he climbed up.

It swayed, crackled, and the tower fell apart. They barely had time to run out - a little mouse, a croaking frog, a running bunny, long ears, short legs, a little fox-sister, Lizaveta the beauty, a fluffy tail, a wolf-wolf, a big mouth.

And the bear, the little frog, went into the forest.

Fox and wolf

There lived a grandfather and a woman.

Grandfather says to grandma:

“You, woman, bake the pies, and I’ll harness the sleigh and go get fish.”

Grandfather caught a cartload of fish. He drives home and sees a fox curled up in a ball, lying on the road.

Grandfather got off the cart and came up, but the little fox wouldn’t move, it lay there as if dead.

- What a wonderful find! My old woman will have a collar for her fur coat.

Grandfather took the fox and put it on the cart, and he himself went ahead.

And the fox seized the time and began to lightly throw everything out of the cart, one fish at a time, one fish at a time, one fish at a time.

She threw out all the fish and quietly left.

The grandfather came home and called the woman:

- Well, old woman, a noble collar brought you for your fur coat!

A woman approached the cart: there was neither a collar nor a fish on the cart. And she began to scold the old man:

- Oh, you old so-and-so, you even decided to deceive me!

Then the grandfather realized that the fox was not dead. I grieved, I grieved, but what are you going to do!

Meanwhile, the fox collected all the fish on the road in a pile, sat down and eats.

A wolf comes to her:

- Hello, gossip, bread and salt...

-Give me the fish.

- Catch it yourself and eat it.

- Yes, I can’t.

- Eka! After all, I caught it. You, little kuman, go to the river, lower your tail into the hole, sit and say: “Catch, little fish, both small and great! Catch, little fish, both small and great! So the fish will grab you by the tail itself. The longer you sit, the more you will learn.

The wolf went to the river, lowered his tail into the hole, sat and said:

- Catch, fish, both small and great,

Catch, fish, both small and great!

And the fox walks around the wolf and says:

- Make it clear, make the stars in the sky clear,

Freeze, freeze, wolf's tail!

The wolf asks the fox:

- What are you saying, godfather?

- And I’m helping you, catching the fish on your tail.

And herself again:

- Make it clear, make the stars in the sky clear,

Freeze, freeze, wolf's tail!

The wolf sat all night by the ice hole. His tail froze. I wanted to get up in the morning, but that was not the case. He thinks: “Wow, so many fish have fallen in - and you can’t get them out!”

At this time, a woman comes with buckets to fetch water. She saw a wolf and screamed:

- Wolf, wolf! Beat him!

The wolf is back and forth, unable to pull out its tail. The woman threw the buckets and let’s hit him with the yoke. She beat and beat - the wolf struggled, struggled, tore off his tail and took off running.

“Okay,” he thinks, “I’ll repay you already, godfather!”

And the little fox climbed into the hut where the woman lived, ate some dough from the kneading bowl, smeared the dough on her head, ran out onto the road, fell and lay there, moaning.

The wolf meets her:

- So this is how you teach, godfather, to fish! Look, I was beaten all over...

Lisa tells him:

- Eh, kumanek! You don’t have a tail, but your head is intact, but they smashed my head: look, my brain is protruding, I’m struggling.

“And that’s true,” the wolf tells her. - Where should you go, godfather, sit on me, I’ll take you.

The fox sat on the wolf's back. He took her.

Here is a fox riding on a wolf and slowly singing:

- The beaten one brings the unbeaten one,

The beaten one brings the unbeaten!

- Why are you still talking, godfather?

- I, kumanek, am speaking to your pain.

And herself again:

- The beaten one brings the unbeaten one,

The beaten one brings the unbeaten!

Princess Frog

In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived a king and a queen; he had three sons - all young, single, such daredevils that they could neither be told in a fairy tale nor written with a pen; the youngest was called Ivan Tsarevich.

The king says this to them:

- My dear children! Take an arrow for yourself, pull the bows tight and shoot them in different directions; In whose yard the arrow will fall, make a match there.

The elder brother shot an arrow - it fell on the boyar's yard, right opposite the maiden's mansion. The middle brother let it go - the arrow flew to the merchant's yard and stopped at the red porch, and on that porch stood the soul-maiden, the merchant's daughter. The younger brother fired - the arrow landed in a dirty swamp, and was picked up by a frog frog.

Ivan Tsarevich says:

- How can I take the frog for myself? Kvakusha is no match for me!

“Take it,” the king answers him, “to know that this is your fate.”

So the princes got married: the eldest to a hawthorn tree, the middle to a merchant’s daughter, and Ivan Tsarevich to a frog.

The king calls them and orders:

- So that your wives bake me soft white bread by tomorrow!

Ivan Tsarevich returned to his chambers sadly, hanging his head below his shoulders.

- Kva-kva, Ivan Tsarevich! Why did you become so twisted? - the frog asks him. – Did Al hear an unpleasant word from his father?

End of introductory fragment.

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Russian folk tales... In childhood, every child reads everyone's favorite Russian folk tales, gets acquainted with Kolobok, Masha and the Bear, Sivka the Burka, Vasilisa the Wise... Such fairy tales help develop a completely individual personality in a person! Russian folk tales have long ago drawn a thin but strong line between good and evil in our world. Such fairy tales help us live as simply and better as possible... In childhood, every child reads everyone’s favorite Russian folk tales, gets acquainted with Kolobok, Masha and the Bear, Sivka the Burka, Vasilisa the Wise... Such fairy tales help develop a completely individual personality in a person! Russian folk tales have long ago drawn a thin but strong line between good and evil in our world. Such fairy tales help us live as simply and better as possible... The children of my generation left fairy tales far, far away, in the darkest and most remote corners of childhood, but mothers and fathers, grandparents, remember these miracles more and more often in order to constantly teach us obstinate teenagers! Therefore, now I propose to visit this magical world of Russian folk tales and understand whether we need them? Are they important to us? And what conclusions will we draw after this journey? Well, time will tell everything very soon...

Every fairy tale begins with a saying, so we will begin our journey to the land of Russian folk tales with it: On the sea, on the ocean, on the island of Buyan there is a tree - golden domes. A bayun cat walks along this tree: it goes up and starts a song, it goes down and tells fairy tales. This is not a fairy tale yet, but a saying, and the whole fairy tale lies ahead. A fairy tale will be told from morning to lunch, eating soft bread...

Scary tales! Soooo... Here we are at the first station... Grandma Yaga met us! Well, let's ask what kind of fairy tales and why they began to be called scary! Soooo... Here we are at the first station... Grandma Yaga met us! Well, let's ask what kind of fairy tales and why they began to be called scary!

Scary tales! Yeah, and scary fairy tales include my favorite Russian folk tales! “Geese-Swans”, “Little Thumb”, “Ivan the Miracle”, “The Petrified Kingdom”... I grew up on such fairy tales and would never have thought that they were so scary! Well, since people say, then of course... Hmm, I wonder why it is believed that Grandmother Yaga has a bone leg? And what kind of fuel does Zmey Gorynych drink that breathes fire? Maybe ask? Yeah, and scary fairy tales include my favorite Russian folk tales! “Geese-Swans”, “Little Thumb”, “Ivan the Miracle”, “The Petrified Kingdom”... I grew up on such fairy tales and would never have thought that they were so scary! Well, since people say, then of course... Hmm, I wonder why it is believed that Grandmother Yaga has a bone leg? And what kind of fuel does Zmey Gorynych drink that breathes fire? Maybe ask?

Scary tales! Eh, well, why are they scary? Just some kind of mystery! Maybe we can remember what at least one of these fairy tales is about and then try to find at least something scary in it? Well, let's go! Let's remember the fairy tale about... Khavroshechka, the fairy tale about this girl, they say, also belongs to the section of terrible Russian folk tales! Hmm... Yes, the beginning is truly painfully touching: Tiny Khavroshechka was left an orphan and fell into the hands of evil people... Fathers! And Khavroshechka’s sisters are One-Eyed, the other Two-Eyed, and the third Three-Eyed! Well, not sisters, but as our scientists would say, and just people of our time, such girls are called mutants! And it’s really ominous... Then it seems to be better, Khavroshechka has a cow, and a talking one at that! My God! Yes, this cow is just some kind of miracle! Khavroshechka, when she finds it difficult to cope with household chores, the cow gets into one ear and comes out of the other! The spectacle, I tell you, is not for the faint of heart! Poor cow! After Khavroshechka performed such a trick, the work turned out to be already done! Miracles in a sieve, honestly... Eh, well, why are they scary? Just some kind of mystery! Maybe we can remember what at least one of these fairy tales is about and then try to find at least something scary in it? Well, let's go! Let's remember the fairy tale about... Khavroshechka, the fairy tale about this girl, they say, also belongs to the section of terrible Russian folk tales! Hmm... Yes, the beginning is truly painfully touching: Tiny Khavroshechka was left an orphan and fell into the hands of evil people... Fathers! And Khavroshechka’s sisters are One-Eyed, the other Two-Eyed, and the third Three-Eyed! Well, not sisters, but as our scientists would say, and just people of our time, such girls are called mutants! And it’s really ominous... Then it seems to be better, Khavroshechka has a cow, and a talking one at that! My God! Yes, this cow is just some kind of miracle! Khavroshechka, when she finds it difficult to cope with household chores, the cow gets into one ear and comes out of the other! The spectacle, I tell you, is not for the faint of heart! Poor cow! After Khavroshechka performed such a trick, the work turned out to be already done! Miracles in a sieve, honestly...

Scary tales! So where are we? Oh yes! So Khavroshechka often did housework. But her stepmother is a smart woman, she realized that someone was helping her and sent One-Eye to keep an eye on Khavroshechka, and next time Two-Eyes, but what’s the point? Khavroshechka will sing them a lullaby, and in about five minutes they will be watching their seventh dream! Only she didn’t completely put Triglazka to sleep! She told her mother everything... I wish I could punish such a sneak! The cow was slaughtered because of this mutant! Well, Khavroshechka was also no slouch, she buried the cow’s bones in the ground, and a precious apple tree grew from them, in the literal sense of the word! It was thanks to such an apple tree that Khavroshechka found her love! This is how the “terrible” fairy tale ended: “And she began to live in goodness, without knowing the evil.” So where are we? Oh yes! So Khavroshechka often did housework. But her stepmother is a smart woman, she realized that someone was helping her and sent One-Eye to keep an eye on Khavroshechka, and next time Two-Eyes, but what’s the point? Khavroshechka will sing them a lullaby, and in about five minutes they will be watching their seventh dream! Only she didn’t completely put Triglazka to sleep! She told her mother everything... I wish I could punish such a sneak! The cow was slaughtered because of this mutant! Well, Khavroshechka was also no slouch, she buried the cow’s bones in the ground, and a precious apple tree grew from them, in the literal sense of the word! It was thanks to such an apple tree that Khavroshechka found her love! This is how the “terrible” fairy tale ended: “And she began to live in goodness, without knowing the evil.”

I gave my heart to scary fairy tales as a child... And for good reason! Only they are scary not because they contain blood, battles, vampires and horror films, no! It’s just that such fairy tales tell about the terrible truth of life. After all, people can be scary too, not externally, but internally. In fact, even in scary fairy tales, good triumphs over evil, and a smile triumphs over horror, fear, and most importantly, despondency! It’s not for nothing that they say that despondency is a mortal sin... For your soul. Therefore, let's smile as much as possible along with scary fairy tales! This is good for your health and for your soul! I gave my heart to scary fairy tales as a child... And for good reason! Only they are scary not because they contain blood, battles, vampires and horror films, no! It’s just that such fairy tales tell about the terrible truth of life. After all, people can be scary too, not externally, but internally. In fact, even in scary fairy tales, good triumphs over evil, and a smile triumphs over horror, fear, and most importantly, despondency! It’s not for nothing that they say that despondency is a mortal sin... For your soul. Therefore, let's smile as much as possible along with scary fairy tales! This is good for your health and for your soul!

Well, our next station is called “Comic Tales”! Well, our next station is called “Comic Tales”! I really give my heart to fairy tales, and I started this journey because I want to understand with you how important they are... After all, nowadays fairy tales are gradually dying out from our lives, evaporating like water from wet asphalt... All because we We hardly read them, but I suggest reading them as much as possible. Russian folk tales were created for this purpose, to be read and thereby prolong their lives, let's give them back their right to exist! Please! I really give my heart to fairy tales, and I started this journey because I want to understand with you how important they are... After all, nowadays fairy tales are gradually dying out from our lives, evaporating like water from wet asphalt... All because we We hardly read them, but I suggest reading them as much as possible. Russian folk tales were created for this purpose, to be read and thereby prolong their lives, let's give them back their right to exist! Please!

Here we are visiting comic fairy tales! And comic fairy tales include such works of the people as “The War of the Mushrooms”, “The Soldier and the Devil”, “Good and Bad”, and others, of course. Well, let's look at some of them? Well, with God! Here we are visiting comic fairy tales! And comic fairy tales include such works of the people as “The War of the Mushrooms”, “The Soldier and the Devil”, “Good and Bad”, and others, of course. Well, let's look at some of them? Well, with God!

Can I try to tell you this fairy tale in my own words? Let's go! Can I try to tell you this fairy tale in my own words? Let's go! Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman... Just kidding, of course! Although they lived, they didn’t live in this fairy tale. And in this fairy tale there lived, drank and ate a bubble, a straw and a bast shoe. And one day they went into the forest to chop wood. They reached a river, a beautiful river, and they don’t know how to cross this river. Lapot says to the bubble: “Bubble, let’s swim across it on you!” -No, my friend! Let the straw stretch from shore to shore, and we’ll cross it! Straw (purely out of female solidarity) fulfilled their request. The bast shoe followed the straw (to follow the girl! And where, I wonder, is the man’s gallantry?), and it broke. The bast shoe fell into the water. And the bubble laughed and laughed and burst!

Hmmm... At first it’s funny, of course, but in reality I feel sorry for the straw! And there is absolutely no camaraderie here on the part of the male half! They didn’t help the straw; they were also planning to walk through it themselves! And when the straw breaks and the bast shoe falls into the water, why is the bubble laughing? What's so funny? Can't you help? As a result, he didn’t help his friends, and even ruined himself! Hmmm... At first it’s funny, of course, but in reality I feel sorry for the straw! And there is absolutely no camaraderie here on the part of the male half! They didn’t help the straw; they were also planning to walk through it themselves! And when the straw breaks and the bast shoe falls into the water, why is the bubble laughing? What's so funny? Can't you help? As a result, he didn’t help his friends, and even ruined himself! But despite the fact that I criticize this fairy tale so much, I understand that this fairy tale is very instructive. Especially for children of primary school age, when they are just developing their personal qualities. In general, in any case, having given my heart also to comic fairy tales, I was not mistaken, and this makes me happy! But despite the fact that I criticize this fairy tale so much, I understand that this fairy tale is very instructive. Especially for children of primary school age, when they are just developing their personal qualities. In general, in any case, having given my heart also to comic fairy tales, I was not mistaken, and this makes me happy! And now you can smile, so to speak, for the soul and mood! And now you can smile, so to speak, for the soul and mood!

So we looked at two sections of Russian folk tales. There are only three sections left. I wonder what books today’s first-graders like to read? And do they read? I am very worried about the new generation of schoolchildren. Well, they are not the same as we were! Or maybe it just seems to me that we were calmer? In any case, children need fairy tales. A book of Russian folk tales should be a friend to any child! Children should read, and not get involved in dubious companies of teenagers! Sometimes you can even see first-graders with a cigarette in their hands! But that’s not possible! The situation needs to be corrected, a book is one of the first medicines in this case, and the main thing is attention to the child... But today’s mothers are mostly business women...

Well, here we are at the station of wonderful tales about animals, birds, fish! And these fairy tales include everyone’s favorite fairy tale about Kolobok! This section is also fully occupied by “Turnip”, “Crow” and many other fairy tales. Well, let's look for miracles in Kolobok? Let's find out what such fairy tales teach? Yes? Well, then let's go! Well, here we are at the station of wonderful tales about animals, birds, fish! And these fairy tales include everyone’s favorite fairy tale about Kolobok! This section is also fully occupied by “Turnip”, “Crow” and many other fairy tales. Well, let's look for miracles in Kolobok? Let's find out what such fairy tales teach? Yes? Well, then let's go!

Kolobok! I think there is no point in telling this tale. It is so popular that even if you wake up a person in the middle of the night and ask him to tell you it, he will tell it not only quickly, but also with expression and without hesitation! Now we’ll try to find what’s so wonderful there!

They say that animals in fairy tales personify us, people, which means that Kolobok is a child who left his grandparents! And the hare, wolf, bear, fox are animals that personify deceitful and calculating people. If you put all this together, it turns out that fairy tales like “Kolobok” teach us not to be too trusting, self-confident and at the same time naive, and most importantly, such fairy tales tell us that we need to love and cherish our parents . Only then will everything be fine with us! It is these kinds of fairy tales that are important in our lives. They are too good not to love and too serious not to listen to. You can give your heart to such fairy tales... I'm sure of it.

A child gives his heart to such fairy tales from the very beginning of his childhood! They provide the basis for developing a child’s personality. I knew such fairy tales by heart even before school. I started smiling just hearing the name of such a fairy tale. I can’t imagine what my inner world would be like without such fairy tales... Probably too cruel and completely joyless. That’s why you need to read such fairy tales, and I’m sure you gave your heart to them far, far away, in childhood! A child gives his heart to such fairy tales from the very beginning of his childhood! They provide the basis for developing a child’s personality. I knew such fairy tales by heart even before school. I started smiling just hearing the name of such a fairy tale. I can’t imagine what my inner world would be like without such fairy tales... Probably too cruel and completely joyless. That’s why you need to read such fairy tales, and I’m sure you gave your heart to them far, far away, in childhood! Now let's smile and continue our journey to the land of Russian folk tales! Now let's smile and continue our journey to the land of Russian folk tales!

Respite! Here we are at a break! And we only have two stations left to go on this journey! Here we are at a break! And we only have two stations left to go on this journey! Very soon we will sum up our journey into the world of Russian folk tales! Very soon we will sum up our journey into the world of Russian folk tales! And our next station is called “Magic Tales”! And our next station is called “Magic Tales”! Have you rested? Are you ready? Well then, let's go! Have you rested? Are you ready? Well then, let's go!

Well, well, well... Here is the schedule of fairy tales that are considered magical... Let's take a look? 1. The frog princess. 2. Marya Morevna. 3. Sister Alyonushka and brother Ivanushka 4. By order of the pike. 5. Ivan Tsarevich and the gray wolf. 6.Finist - clear falcon. 7. Go there - I don’t know where, bring that - I don’t know what. 8.Morozko. 9.Magic ring. 10.The Sea King and Vasilisa the Wise

By order of Pike... Well, let’s remember, let’s listen to a fairy tale? Once upon a time there lived an old man. He had three sons: two were smart, and the third was the fool Emelya. The smart ones work, but the fool doesn’t want to do anything, he sits on the stove. One day the brothers went to the market, and the women and daughters-in-law kept asking him for help with the housework. Emelya has the same answer to all requests: “Not hunting...” But one day he went to the river for water, and Emelya accidentally caught a pike. The pike turned out to be talking, and she said magic words to him to save him: By the pike's command, By my desire. Emelya will first say them, and then his request, the request itself will be fulfilled... And the buckets walked on their own, and the sleigh drove on its own, and the wood was chopped on its own, and the stove itself went to the king... In general, a lot of magic happened. In the same way, he made the king’s daughter fall in love with him, and he himself became handsome. He built a palace with a golden roof, and the king married Princess Marya to him. They arranged a feast for the whole world and they began to rule the kingdom. This is where the fairy tale ends, and whoever listened, well done.

It's hard to say that fairy tales like this teach children much. Perhaps what is being said here is that no person should be treated superficially. Emelya, for example, is a fool, but how much he has already achieved! No wonder Henryk Jagodzinski once said: “Are fools lucky? They're not that stupid." The proof of this aphorism is this fairy tale. But, reading such fairy tales, the child must understand that just a few words will never make any wish come true. To fulfill even the smallest desire you need to make at least some effort. Such tales are worth giving your heart to, provided that they are analyzed and correctly understood. It's hard to say that fairy tales like this teach children much. Perhaps what is being said here is that no person should be treated superficially. Emelya, for example, is a fool, but how much he has already achieved! No wonder Henryk Jagodzinski once said: “Are fools lucky? They're not that stupid." The proof of this aphorism is this fairy tale. But, reading such fairy tales, the child must understand that just a few words will never make any wish come true. To fulfill even the smallest desire you need to make at least some effort. Such tales are worth giving your heart to, provided that they are analyzed and correctly understood.

So, we only have one stop left. Most of the journey into the world of Russian folk tales is behind us. And now there’s nothing left to the main conclusion... Although, even now I understand for sure that it was not in vain that I gave my heart to Russian folk tales. Just last summer, I simply adored J. Rowling’s books about Harry Potter! I didn’t want to notice Russian folk works, I didn’t want to remember them... Until today... And now I understand that it was not in vain that I remembered them. Now a piece of my heart beats for Russian folk tales... I hope forever... So, we only have one stop left. Most of the journey into the world of Russian folk tales is behind us. And now there’s nothing left to the main conclusion... Although, even now I understand for sure that it was not in vain that I gave my heart to Russian folk tales. Just last summer, I simply adored J. Rowling’s books about Harry Potter! I didn’t want to notice Russian folk works, I didn’t want to remember them... Until today... And now I understand that it was not in vain that I remembered them. Now a piece of my heart beats for Russian folk tales... I hope forever...

So... And such fairy tales include the following works of Russian folk art: 1. The Tale of the Silver Saucer and the Liquid Apple. 2. Daughter and stepdaughter. 3. Porridge from an axe. 4.Peter the Great and the blacksmith. 5. Smart granddaughter. 6. Lutonyushka. 7.Ivanushko the fool. 8.Seven year old. 9. Stupid man. 10. Trouble.

“Porridge from an Axe” I decided to remember and analyze this fairy tale. But first, I’ll tell you about it. I decided to remember and analyze this fairy tale. But first, I’ll tell you about it. The soldier was on his way to leave. I'm tired from the journey and want to eat. He reached the village, knocked on the last hut: - Let the road man rest! The old woman unlocked the door. -Come in, servant. - Do you, hostess, have anything to snack on? But the old woman had everything, but she was only stingy with feeding the soldier and pretended to be an orphan. The soldier said nothing to this, but understood everything. Then he noticed an ax without an ax under the bench and suggested that the old woman cook porridge from the ax. The old woman even clasped her hands! She just brought the cauldron, she’s interested! The soldier washed the ax, put it in the cauldron, poured water and put it on the fire. And the old woman looks at the soldier and does not take her eyes off. The soldier took a spoon, stirred it, tried it... - Well, how? The old woman asks? “It will be ready soon,” the soldier answers. - It's a pity that there is no salt. - I have salt, salt it. The soldier added salt and asked for a handful of cereal, and she brought him that too. The old woman again cannot take her eyes off the soldier, and the soldier also asked for butter! And the hostess brought this to him. The soldier seasoned the porridge and it was already cooked. They began to eat the porridge and praise it. “I didn’t think that you could cook such a good mess from an ax!” - the old woman marvels. “I didn’t think that you could cook such a good mess from an ax!” - the old woman marvels. And the soldier eats and chuckles. Like this.

Porridge from the ax Good. The good side of this tale is personified by the soldier Um. The smart person in this fairy tale is personified by the soldier Evil. An evil or otherwise greedy person is personified by the old woman Stupidity. The stupid person in this fairy tale is personified by the old woman Lenya. The lazy person in this fairy tale is personified by the old woman Greed. The greedy man in this fairy tale is personified by an old woman

So, here we come to the last conclusion... Fairy tales about good and evil, about intelligence and stupidity, about laziness and greed - these are fairy tales that clearly show us what is good and what is bad. These are fairy tales that help us choose our path in life. Help us choose who we will be in the future: kind and smart or evil, stupid, lazy and greedy? I hope that the majority will choose the first path, because it will help them so much in life, it will help them so much...

That’s basically all I wanted to say during our trip... Although no, wait! I forgot to explain why I give my heart specifically to Russian folk tales, but maybe this is understandable... It’s just our Russian fairy tales that teach us all the good things that exist in our world! They are the ones who literally ask us to love our loved ones, to value their lives... Since childhood, I understand very well that we should always think only about those who are nearby, about relatives, friends, loved ones and dear ones. We need to take care of their destinies, and they will take care of us... Everything I know in my life, I understood thanks to my parents, various books and of course Russian folk tales... Love and read them! You will definitely never regret this! I promise. All the best! See you again! That’s basically all I wanted to say during our trip... Although no, wait! I forgot to explain why I give my heart specifically to Russian folk tales, but maybe this is understandable... It’s just our Russian fairy tales that teach us all the good things that exist in our world! They are the ones who literally ask us to love our loved ones, to value their lives... Since childhood, I understand very well that we should always think only about those who are nearby, about relatives, friends, loved ones and dear ones. We need to take care of their destinies, and they will take care of us... Everything I know in my life, I understood thanks to my parents, various books and of course Russian folk tales... Love and read them! You will definitely never regret this! I promise. All the best! See you again!