Gennady tsyferov read fairy tales about nature. The story of the pig
WHO IS KINDER WHO
Who is stronger than whom, who is scarier than whom - that's what the animals were arguing about yesterday all day.
At first, they thought: the worst of all, the strongest of all - the BODY SLAM.
Then they decided: no, the worst of all, the strongest of all - BEETLE-ROGACHOK.
After the stag bug, the worst of all, the strongest of all is the GOAT.
Behind the goat - RAM - BEAT IN THE DRUM.
Behind a ram with a drum - BULL - PUMP WITH HORN
Behind the bull - RHINO-ROCK.
And behind the rhinoceros, and behind the rhinoceros, the fanged elephant is the most terrible, the strongest of all.
This is what the animals said to the elephant:
You, elephant, are the strongest! You, elephant, are the scariest!
But the elephant was offended.
Of course, - he nodded, - I am the strongest. But am I the scariest and most evil? Not true!
Elephants are kind.
Please don't scare anyone with me.
I love all little ones!
STEAMBOAT
Do you know where river steamers live in winter?
They mourn in quiet bays and harbors about a good summer.
And then one day such a steamboat became so sad that he forgot how to honk.
Summer has come. But the steamboat never remembered how to honk. He swam along the shore, met a puppy and asked:
No, said the puppy. - I'm barking. Want me to teach you? WOF WOF!
What are you, what are you! If I say “woof-woof!”, all the passengers will scatter.
You don't know how to hum?
No, - said the piglet, - I can grunt. Want me to teach you? Oink-oink!
What are you, what are you?! - scared the steamer. - If I say “Oink-oink!”, all the passengers will laugh.
The puppy and piglet never taught him how to hum. The steamboat began to ask others.
The red foal said: "IGO-GO-GO!" And the green frog - "KVA-KVA-KVA!".
The steamboat was completely dejected. He leaned his nose against the shore and sighed. And suddenly he sees: a little boy is sitting on a hillock and is sad.
What happened to you? asked the steamboat.
Yes, - the boy nodded, - I'm small, and everyone, everyone teaches me. And I can't teach anyone.
But if you can't teach anyone anything, then I don't need to ask you...
The steamboat let out a pensive cloud of smoke and was about to sail on, when he suddenly heard:
Doo-doo-doo!
Does something seem to be buzzing? - he said.
Yes, - the boy answered, - when I am sad, I always play my pipe.
I think I remembered! - the steamboat was delighted.
What did you remember? - the boy was surprised.
I know how to buzz! Doo-doo-doo! It was you who taught me!
And the sad boy laughed merrily.
And the steamboat buzzed all over the river:
Doo-o-o-o!
And all the boys and steamboats on the river answered him:
DU-U-U-U-U!!!
CLOUD MILK
Oh, how hot it was that day! The flowers drooped from the heat, the grass turned yellow. The frog thought and thought, took a bucket and went somewhere.
In the meadow he met a cow.
Do you want me to give you milk? - asked the cow.
In the meadow he met a goat.
Do you want me to give you milk? - asked the goat.
No, the frog croaked again and went even further.
The frog walked for a long time, waving a bucket.
And finally, he saw the blue mountains. Fluffy white clouds lived on their tops.
The frog called the smallest cloud and said to him:
Give me some milk please!
The cloud did not answer, only sighed loudly. The frog looked into the bucket, and there - bul-bul! - milk!
The frog returned home and said:
And I brought cloudy milk!
What is cloud milk? It's just blue rain. Who will drink it?
Like who, - answered the frog, - and the flowers are tiny?
II he watered the flowers and grass with steamy cloudy milk. There is still an ant left.
THERE LIVED IN THE LIGHT AN ELEPHANT
An elephant lived in the world.
It was a very good elephant. Only here's the trouble: he didn't know what to do, who to be. So the baby elephant sat by the window, sniffling and thinking, thinking ...
One day it started to rain outside.
Woo! - said the wet fox cub, seeing a baby elephant in the window. - Eared what! Yes, with those ears, he could very well be an umbrella!
The baby elephant was delighted and became a big umbrella. And foxes, and hares, and hedgehogs - all hid under his big ears from the rain.
But then the rain stopped, and the baby elephant became sad again, because he did not know who he should be after all. And again he sat down by the window and began to think.
A bunny ran past.
Oh-oh! What a beautiful long nose! he said to the elephant. - You could very well be a watering can!
The kind baby elephant was delighted and became a watering can. He watered the flowers, the grass, the trees. And when there was nothing more to water, he was very sad ...
The sun went down, the stars lit up. The night has come.
All hedgehogs, all foxes, all hares went to bed. Only the baby elephant did not sleep: he kept thinking and thinking, who should he be?
And suddenly he saw fire.
"Fire!" - thought the elephant. He remembered how quite recently he was a watering can, ran to the river, got plenty of water and immediately extinguished three coals and a burning stump.
The animals woke up, saw the baby elephant, thanked him for putting out the fire, and made him a forest firefighter.
The baby elephant was very proud.
Now he wears a golden helmet and makes sure that there is no fire in the forest.
Sometimes he allows the bunny and the fox to launch boats in a helmet.
LONELY DONKEY
In the forest, in a forest house, lived a lonely donkey. He didn't have any friends. And then one day a lonely donkey was very bored.
He was so bored, bored - and suddenly he hears:
Pi-pi, hello! - A little mouse crawled out from under the floor.
I am a mouse, - he squeaked again, and then said: - I came because you are bored.
And then, of course, they became friends.
The donkey was very pleased. And he said to everyone in the forest:
And I have a friend!
What is this friend? - asked an angry teddy bear. - Something small?
The lone donkey thought and said:
No, my friend is a big elephant.
Big elephant? Of course, no one believed him. And so all the animals soon gathered at the donkey's house. They said:
Well, show us your friend!
The lone donkey already wanted to say that his friend had gone mushroom picking.
But then a mouse came out and answered:
DONKEY'S FRIEND - IT'S ME.
Haha! the guests laughed. - If it's a big elephant, then a lone donkey is just a big deceiver.
And the donkey - a big deceiver - at first blushed. And then he smiled:
No, it's still an elephant, only not simple, but magical. Now he has become small. The big one is cramped in the house. Even the nose has to be hidden in the pipe.
It looks like the truth, - the angry bear cub nodded, looking at the pipe. But I don't want to be small.
He didn't want to be small either, said the donkey. - But he loves me very much and wants to live always with me.
Ah, - sighed all the animals, - what a good animal!
Saying goodbye, they left. From that time on, no one in the forest offended the little ones. Everyone just said:
Even the smallest can be a great friend. Even bigger than the biggest elephant!
STORY ABOUT THE PIG
There lived a very small pig in the world. Everyone offended this pig, and the poor pig did not know at all from whom he should seek protection. And this piglet was so tired of being offended that one day he decided to go wherever his eyes looked.
The piglet took a bag, took a pipe and went. He walks through the forest, and in order not to be bored, he blows a pipe. But can you go far on four hooves?
The piglet walked all day - and did not even come out of the forest. He sat down on a stump and sadly blew his pipe:
what a stupid one.
And why am I going?
And as soon as he said these words, as if behind a stump: “Kwa-kva!” Frog! The frog jumped on a stump and said:
And in fact, you are a stupid person, piglet! Well, why go? Wouldn't it be better to sail in some kind of boat?
The piglet thought, blew a pipe and said:
Ah, it must be true!
He came here to the river and began to look for a boat. I searched and searched, but there was no boat. And suddenly he sees a trough. In it, the old woman rinsed clothes. Yes, she left. The piglet plopped into the trough, buzzed into the pipe and swam.
First, along the stream, then along the river, and then into the vast sea, he swam out. It floats, it means, on the sea. And the fish are surprised, laughing:
What is it? Like a steamship, just buzzing. But why, why does he have ears?
Eh! - said the whale. - Yes, probably just very smart. Just very polite. Other steamships simply trumpet themselves. And this one also trumpets, but also listens to others.
That is why all the fish and whales helped him, they pointed the way. Who is the nose and who is the tail. But everyone pushed forward. So I floated. The ship was sailing. And suddenly - a beautiful green island! The ship moored to the island. And all the animals came out to meet him.
Who it? the striped beast asked him and bowed.
What, you don't know me?!
No, says the striped one. - We see it for the first time.
And the little piggy cheated:
I am the most important in my country. My name is PIG.
And here - I'm the most important, - the striped one answers. - How can we be if we are both in charge?
But nothing, - the piglet smiled, - I'm a guest, which means that you will be the most important anyway, and I will be your assistant.
The tiger nodded, and since then, for the first time in his life, the piglet began to live peacefully. Everyone listened to him and respected him.
And if someone did not obey, then as soon as the piglet got the pipe, the enemy immediately ran away.
Yes Yes. For such a growl was feared by all. And even the tiger himself often shuddered when the piglet played the pipe.
Probably, the piglet would still have lived there, but then for some reason he was again drawn to his homeland. The pig took the letter from the tiger, sat down in the trough and swam.
Again the fish shouted: “Hey, smart steamer!” And again dolphins and whales helped him swim.
But here again the stream, the old bridge, the lawn.
No way, I'm at home, - said the piglet.
Yes, yes, the goat answered him. - Where have you been all this time? I so wanted to tickle you with horns!
Unfortunately, - the cunning piglet smiled, - now it is impossible to do this. Don't you know who I am? Read! - Then the piglet gave the kid a letter, and he read:
“I give my main assistant
his painted paw."
The goat, of course, was scared. And then the rest got scared: a lamb, a calf, a squirrel. And no one has ever offended a piglet again. Everyone thought: “What will the tiger say?”
NEED TO THINK
Two testicles lay on a high sofa. The sun warmed them. And the wind turned from side to side. Then a chick came out of one egg.
Good morning, he said to the sun.
The sun smiled. And the brisk chicken went up to the other testicle and ... poked his nose.
Hey you, get out!
And what to think, - the first chicken was indignant. - Such good weather.
So what, - answered the second. - You still need to think. Why do we need a head?
I don't know, I don't know, - the first chicken chattered. - Let's go for a walk.
And they went along the hill, along the path, along the green meadow. They walked and walked and suddenly saw a bread crumb.
What?! shouted the first.
You have to think, - answered the second.
What is there to think? - the first pecked, and the second - the second was left without breakfast.
The brothers passed the meadow, the hill. The stream is sonorous ... The first chicken ran up and jumped over. And the second kept thinking - and came up with a bridge. Yes, he fell off.
You see, - said the brisk brother, if you didn’t think like me, everything would be all right.
And then they went out to sea.
Swimming, right? - said the first.
Wait, you have to think. Do you see the empty box on the shore?
Yes, said the chicken.
If you attach a sail from a piece of paper to this box, you get a beautiful ship.
That's how they floated.
The brisk brother kept trying to crow and wave his twig. He, you see, herded whales. And the whales, oddly enough, were even pleased. Nobody ever pasted them. But here...
Cold winds are blowing here. The happy whales said goodbye and swam back to the warm seas. And the sail of the chickens withered. And the waves carried them to the cold island. Then a big wave rose to the sky and threw them ashore.
What to do?! cried the first chick on the shore.
You have to think, - said the second.
It's so cold, and you want to think about something else. You are just a fool. - And the nimble chicken ran away.
All day, to keep warm, he ran back and forth across the bare island.
Well, what about the second chicken? The one who liked to think? What did he do?
And here's what. I thought and thought and made a house out of a box-boat. Then he sat down and looked out the window. And outside the window it was cold, white cold snowflakes were flying.
Can? There was a knock on the door, and a brisk chicken entered.
His beak shivered from the cold, and he looked like a snowball on two legs.
I, - said the brisk chicken stuttering and looked at the roof, - I still thought ...
Did you think about it? - surprised the second.
Yes, - said the first, - I still thought. It's cold outside. And your house is better. You're doing fine!
Since then, the brothers have lived together. The lively chicken understood: sometimes you still need to think.
Otherwise - why do we need a head? Not only to crow!
If you really want to get to know him, then look: here he is! A white lump with a head, and four straws are stuck on both sides.
Yes, only now I wanted to tell you not at all about how he looks. It was just a very good day that day. The sun was shining, the flowers were swaying in the meadow. And the calf kept jumping, kept playing. So I didn't even want to sleep. And when he lay down, he said: “Okay, okay, but tomorrow I’ll definitely finish the game, I’ll jump.”
And we often say so.
But tomorrow the weather was different. A cold wind was blowing, a cold rain was falling. And all the blue flowers were covered with green handkerchiefs. And the calf felt sad, sad and decided: “If it was warm and beautiful yesterday, then I just need to find it again.”
That's how he went to look for yesterday. He came to the hare, knocked on his house. A hare looked out, opened a blue umbrella and slowly answered:
No, although I run everywhere, I don’t really know where yesterday is hidden, baby.
And the calf stomped to the teddy bear. A brown bear cub crawled out of its lair, overgrown with burdocks, opened a green umbrella and also slowly answered:
No, my brother, although I stomp a lot, I'm sorry, I didn't see that yesterday.
So no one could tell the calf where he was, beautiful yesterday. Only multi-colored umbrellas all shook. And then the evening came. And then the calf decided to ask the wise owl about that. The owl flapped its orange wings, flashed its green eyes, and answered quietly:
My friend, no one in the world knows where yesterdays go.
The calf was very sad. He sat down under a pine tree, closed his eyes and fell asleep from grief. And black clouds covered the sky.
But finally, the calf woke up. And what? Again the merry sun is shining and the blue flowers are swaying in the meadow. And then he cried joyfully:
Look, animals, I still found this beautiful yesterday!
No, - the owl told him from above, - my friend, this is not yesterday, this is today.
But how is it, - the calf mumbled, - after all, I was looking only for yesterday's beautiful day ?!
Well, of course, - the owl nodded, - but who is looking for beautiful yesterday, always finds only today. Isn't it true, my friend? That is why it is good to live in the world.
The calf answered: "Moo-mu", which in our opinion means: "Yes, yes, of course."
It was like this ... Once one baby elephant was blowing up balloons from pink soapy foam.
And one such ball came out really, really big. And in the evening at sunset, a beautiful picture suddenly appeared in it ... A scarlet castle with high towers.
And to him across the moat, a carved bridge was thrown. On that blue bridge, a green carriage with golden bells.
And then multi-colored musicians appeared in the windows of the castle and began to blow into the golden pipes.
It was so amazing that the baby elephant looked, listened and could not stand it: he went to call his friends. He came to the tiger cub and said:
Let's go look. I have such a miracle!
They came. They look, and they are already dancing in a ball in front of the castle on a green meadow. And not people at all, but blue flowers with dew drops.
Then the baby elephant was simply dumb with delight. And the tiger cub... He walked around the ball, spread his paws and sighed:
Ahah! How wonderful!
And the balloon immediately burst, and the fabulous pictures disappeared altogether. No castle, no musicians, no carriage. And it became very sad. The tiger cub covered his face with his paws, and the kind baby elephant, after thinking, said:
Of course it's not your fault! Still, you shouldn't have sighed so loudly. After all, everything beautiful is so tender and collapses from one of our “ah”.
A whale lived in the same sea. And not just a whale. No no! He dreamed of doing something absolutely amazing. Well, so that later they would say about him: “Oh, what a wonderful, what an amazing whale lives in our sea!”
And that only he did not do in order to become famous. He even stood on his tail and walked along the waves like an acrobat in a circus.
However, neither the old sea lions nor the dolphins - no one was surprised by this. They just shook their heads and said:
Well. The kitten is still quite small. Grow up and don't behave like that.
And the whale cub, in response to such conversations, became even more angry.
And then one day he decided to do something really amazing. He puffed out his stomach and suddenly - took off into the sky.
At first, of course, he was frightened, but, after thinking, he said to himself: “Well, now everyone will be sure to be surprised.”
And in fact, soon, when the whale was flying over some city, over some house, a boy came out onto the balcony. He puffed out his cheeks and shouted:
Ah, ah, what a miracle!
So he would probably scream all day. But then his grandfather appeared on the balcony. He looked at the whale and said quietly:
And no wonder, my boy. This is the airship. About seventy years ago, however, they were surprised. But now there are planes, rockets. Today he is just an outdated miracle.
…An obsolete miracle!? Outdated miracle?! After that, there was only one thing left: never fly again. And ... the whale plopped down on some clearing. So he lay there among the grass. I sighed. Nozzles. And the little frogs, wanting to calm him down and cheer him up, jumped around. But the kitten sighed and sniffed louder and louder.
And then the hare came running.
What happened to you? he asked the whale. - Maybe you have a runny nose?
What a runny nose?! - the kitten got angry. - Woe is me! I wanted to surprise everyone, but what happened is an outdated miracle. Airship!
Okay, don't get upset. I'll help you, - promised the hare. - Since you are an airship, you need a basket. But today we will not roll people in it. Today it is needed for a different purpose.
So said the hare to the whale during the day.
And late in the evening, the airship reappeared over the quiet city. It flew over the squares and streets and, like a cloud, hung over the house where the boy lived. Then he carefully lowered a basket of wild berries to him on the balcony.
However, the boy was already asleep.
But all this - both the airship and the basket - was seen by grandfather. And I was very surprised:
Of course, he is very old-fashioned, this airship, but he is so kind - and it's a miracle!
And then the whale smiled for the first time in the sky. He understood: the main miracle is a good heart.
ABOUT ELEPHANT AND BEAR
In this tale, everyone is arguing. And most of all, of course, the baby elephant and the bear cub.
That's what I want to talk about. So listen.
I do not remember exactly when it was: either on Saturday, or on Sunday. In a word, it was a wonderful day. And then there was a beautiful evening, and on that beautiful evening the bear cub just came to visit the baby elephant.
Hello, he said to the elephant. - I haven't seen you for a long time. What a lovely evening, isn't it!
You think so? - the elephant was surprised. - No, a beautiful evening is when it rains and you can stomp through the puddles. Like this! - And then the baby elephant showed how to stomp through the puddles.
Of course, the bear himself liked to stomp through the puddles, but this time he did not agree. Because the evening was really beautiful. Stars burned like candles in the sky, nightingales sang in the bushes, and night butterflies, not making out in the dark, fell directly on the bear's ears, mistaking them for shaggy petals.
Therefore, the bear did not agree with the baby elephant. He just carefully took him by the trunk and dragged him into the garden to show the stars and listen to the nightingale.
But the stubborn baby elephant said:
Actually, it's really hard to surprise me.
Hard to surprise? Well, well, - and the bear cub decided to surprise the baby elephant, no matter what it costs him.
He put his head in his paws, sat on a stump and began to think:
“But what if you inflate a big, big balloon and fly on it to visit an elephant?”
Of course, this is good, but suddenly he will say again:
“This balloon is just a fat bubble. I found something to be surprised about.
“What if you show him the first lily of the valley or the first leaf?” No, that wouldn't surprise him either. And he, of course, will say: “There will soon be thousands of them. Ha-ha-ha-ha!"
And the bear was already completely desperate, but suddenly he remembered. Well, how? The baby elephant loves clouds and dandelions. Clouds because they look like elephants. Well, and dandelions… they look like small clouds on green legs. And the baby elephant often sniffs them.
The little bear went to the elephant garden and said softly to the big poplar:
Shower, shower me, please, with big white earrings. Today, finally, I want to surprise and make the baby elephant laugh.
And the big poplar, of course, shook its branches - and fluff flew. He flew in flakes, clusters. It seemed that a whole fragrant snowfall fell on the bear cub! Soon he covered the bear so that even his tail was not visible.
And the little bear closed his eyes and fell asleep sweetly in that fragrant haystack.
The rooster crowed in the morning, the sun rose. And an elephant came out on the porch. He stretched, sighed, looked around. And he gasped ... Yes, yes, there, in the depths of the garden, an unprecedentedly large dandelion grew!
Oh! Really, - the baby elephant was surprised, - can there be such dandelions? - With happiness, the elephant closed his eyes and inhaled the dandelion smell.
But when he opened his eyes again, he almost burst with anger. A bear cub stood in front of him, and on his ears, on his tail was white-white fluff. The elephant hiccupped, turned away and again wanted to say something boring.
But the bear smiled.
Don't, don't pretend, elephant. I heard that you were surprised.
Yes, yes, the elephant nodded. I, a bear cub, am often surprised, just embarrassed to say.
That's it.
What I wanted to say, you probably understood. Not everyone who is boring is boring. Maybe he's just shy. And he needs help. Well, at least become a big dandelion for this.
HOW THE CRANE RESTED
Two cranes worked at the construction site for a whole week. And when the day off came, they decided to go out of town - over a high hill, over a blue river, over a green meadow - to rest.
And as soon as the cranes settled down on the soft grass among the fragrant flowers, a small bear cub stomped into the clearing and plaintively asked:
I dropped my bucket into the river. Please get it for me!
You see, I'm resting, - said one crane.
And the other replied:
Well, to get a bucket - do not put up walls.
He lifted the bucket crane, gave it to the bear cub and thought: "Now you can rest." Yes, it was not there.
A green frog jumped into the clearing:
Dear cranes, please, please, save my brother! He jumped, jumped - and jumped on a tree. And he can't get down.
But I'm on vacation! - one crane answered the frog.
And the other said:
Well, to save a frog is not to carry a load.
And he took a mischievous frog from the tree.
Bre-ke-ke-ke! Qua-qua! What a good crane! - croaked grateful frogs and started racing to the swamp.
So you never rest! one crane creaked.
I'll rest! - the other answered cheerfully and put his long arrow on a pine branch.
Oh! - exclaimed the red squirrel - the mistress of the pine. How nice of you to visit me! All summer I gathered mushrooms for the winter. And I can’t lift the basket into the hollow. Please help me!
Well, - readily answered the crane. - Lift the basket - do not unload the car.
The tap picked up the basket of mushrooms and placed it right in the squirrel's hollow.
Thank you! Thank you very much, dear crane! You helped me so much!
What are you! - embarrassedly answered the crane. - These are such trifles!
Now the crane could rest. Yes, but it was time to pack on the way back home. Evening came.
Green frogs, a little bear cub and a red squirrel came to see off the cranes. The boom of the crane was decorated with a bouquet of bright wild flowers - a gift from forest animals.
Well, how did you rest? - asked their friend - a bulldozer - at the cranes.
I, - answered one crane, - sat on the grass all day, did nothing, but for some reason I was very tired. The back hurts, everything creaks.
And I had a great rest! - said the other. And he let the bulldozer sniff the wild flowers.
I didn't know you liked flowers! The bulldozer smiled.
And I didn't even know! exclaimed the good faucet and laughed.
ENGINE FROM ROMASHKOVO
All locomotives were like locomotives, and one was strange. He was late everywhere.
More than once the engine gave an honest, noble word: never look around again. However, the same thing happened every time. And once the head of the station he said strictly: "If you are late once again ... then ..." And the location understood everything and thugged: "Freesoeeeeeeeeesee, noble slap".
And the strange little train was believed for the last time.
Knock-knock - he was driving along the road. I noticed the foal, I wanted to talk, but I remembered the honest, noble word and drove on. Whether he rode a lot, whether you never know, but never once, never looked back. And suddenly a voice from the forest. Phew… The locomotive sighed, thought again and headed into the forest.
And the passengers looked out the window and, noticing the forest, began to shout:
Disgrace, we'll be late.
Of course, said the train. - And yet, you can arrive at the station later. But if we do not hear the first nightingale now, we will be late for the whole spring, citizens.
Someone tried to object, but the most intelligent ones nodded: it seems that he is right.
And all night the whole train listened to the nightingale singing.
Disgrace, disgrace! the passengers shouted again. - We'll be late. We'll be late.
And again the locomotive answered:
Certainly. And yet, you can arrive at the station later. But if we do not see the first lilies of the valley now, we will be late for the whole summer, citizens.
Someone tried to object, but the most intelligent ones nodded: it seems that he is right. Now we need to collect lilies of the valley.
And all day the whole train collected the first lilies of the valley.
Why are we standing now? passengers were surprised. - No flowers, no forest.
Sunset, - only the engine said. - Sunset. And if we don't see him, then maybe we'll be late for life. After all, every sunset is unique in life, citizens.
And now no one argued. Silently and for a long time the citizens-passengers watched the sunset over the hill and were already calmly waiting for the locomotive whistle.
But finally, here is the station. The passengers got off the train. And the locomotive hid. “Now,” he thought, “these strict uncles and aunts will go to the boss to complain.”
However, the uncles and aunts smiled for some reason and said:
Ferry, thanks!
And the head of the station was surprised a lot:
Yes, you are three days late.
So what, said the passengers. - Or we could be late for the whole summer, for the whole spring and for the whole life.
You, of course, understood the meaning of my fairy tale. Sometimes you don't have to rush.
If you see beautiful things, if you see good things, stop.
COLORED GIRAFFE
Do you know the multicolored giraffe? That giraffe who was afraid of the rain. Because he thought that the rain would wash away his colored spots. This giraffe had a friend - Month.
Once a multicolored giraffe asked his friend:
What if it rains tomorrow?
We need an umbrella, - explained the smart Month.
Where can I get this umbrella? - the giraffe was surprised.
There, - the Moon nodded at the fluffy cloud.
The next day the giraffe went out for a walk with a cloud on a ribbon.
It was an umbrella.
An amazing thing. There was more rain.
Of course, when it was not a giraffe, but someone else, he would probably say:
What a strange umbrella, it's raining through it.
But it was a multicolored giraffe. And he said quite differently:
What a strange rain - it goes through my umbrella.
Once a donkey was asked to tell a story. The donkey thought - and said:
Donkeys have big ears - clap-clap. Elephants have big feet - boom-boom. Understandable, no?
So. If a hundred donkeys clap their ears: clap-clap, and a hundred elephants stamp their feet: boom-boom, a big wind will rise. Understandable, no?
It can be vice versa. A great wind will rise, and it will seem to you that a hundred elephants have stamped their feet, and a hundred donkeys have clapped their ears. Everything.
Everyone knows what month. Green. Everyone says so. Only one green frog spoke a little differently:
Month ... Yes, he is kind. Don't you see this? At night, the Moon shines, and during the day it goes to the mountains to sleep. He has sharp horns, and he is afraid of inadvertently butting Sunshine. Don't you see this?
This is a story about a scarecrow.
One day in the spring, when the first leaves sprouted on the trees, someone put a scarecrow in the garden.
It waved its arms like a windmill and shouted:
Whoosh, whoosh!
Birds flew up into the sky in flocks.
And not only birds. Carefree clouds, and those, seeing the scarecrow, rose to the very sun:
Wow, what a terrible thing.
And the scarecrow puffed up with pride, boasted:
I'll scare whoever you want.
So it scared everyone all summer. Even the brave goats shook their beards and moved back and forth like little snails.
But now autumn has come. Clouds gathered over the earth, and long rains began. In one of these rains, an unfamiliar sparrow flew into the garden.
He looked at the scarecrow and gasped:
Poor thing, looks bad! Such an old bucket on his head, and the whole jacket got wet. I just want to cry looking at him.
And then all the birds saw: the autumn scarecrow was not at all scary, but simply ridiculous.
Winter has come. Lush flakes flew to the ground. And everything became festive.
And only a scarecrow, the old scarecrow was still sad:
Everything around is elegant, and I'm so funny and ridiculous.
It was completely desperate. And suddenly heard:
What a beautiful snowman, just look.
The scarecrow also opened its eyes to look at the beautiful snowman, and ... saw a boy opposite. The boy smiled and nodded. And the scarecrow understood everything.
He himself was a beautiful snowman, an absurd scarecrow. And although snowmen and scarecrows do not know how to sigh, but then, for the only time in his life, the scarecrow sighed and whispered:
Thank you, winter... You are kind.
That's the whole story. Or maybe not a fairy tale. After all, when a fluffy winter comes, everything sad and absurd one day becomes beautiful.
WHEN TOYS ARE NOT ENOUGH
One donkey was fired from the circus. Became old. But in order not to be bored, the donkey decided to be small again and therefore went to the toy store.
The toymaker said:
I have only a fluffy long tail. But is it right for you?
But all the same, - the donkey smiled, - if only it was fun.
He also tied a fluffy tail to his. I began to wave and admire them.
The hare saw this and was very surprised:
What happened to you?
The donkey felt ashamed that he was admiring his tail, and therefore he said:
I... I drive those clouds over there.
Indeed, answered the hare. - And I keep thinking, why are the clouds floating, not by themselves?
Of course not, - the donkey smiled and waved its tail again.
So he wagged his tail. And the hare ... the hare carried the news of the amazing strength of the old donkey through the forest.
It can't be, - said the lion and went to look.
Looked. And it's true. The donkey lies on the lawn, waving its tail. And heavy clouds float above it. The lion sighed and even frowned. And everyone in the forest frowned when they heard about it. As soon as the donkey lifts its tail, the animals are already hiding in the bushes. At first, the donkey was very surprised. And then I decided: “Well, perhaps, you can go to the circus again.”
And the very next day, posters appeared on all the fences, on all the walls, on all the pillars:
"THE MOST BRAVEST TAMER GRAY DONKEY".
And then an unprecedented miracle began: other trainers went on stage with pistols, sabers, peaks. Yes, there were always firefighters around, holding hoses. And then a gray donkey just came out to quiet music, waving his tail, and everyone immediately obeyed him.
But once there was a trouble. I once met a donkey little chicken. He waved his tail. The chicken didn't even flinch. Once again waved the donkey - nothing.
What are you? he shouted. - Why are you not afraid, don't you know that I have the most formidable tail?
No, - said the chicken, - you will forgive me, but I just hatched from an egg yesterday. And your tail looks just beautiful to me. Now it's hot, and he brings me the wind. Thank you.
Please, - answered the donkey.
But he got depressed. After all, if the formidable lions find out that a little chicken was not afraid of his tail, they will simply tear it apart.
Meanwhile, the fearsome lions came to the wise elephant for advice. How can it be: they are afraid of the donkey, but the little chicken is not. Perhaps this is just a donkey deceiving them and it is not formidable at all?
But the smart elephant said:
No, angry lions, that's right. The truly strong always pity the small and weak.
STUPID FROG
Well, this frog is amazing!
That day he ate
Yes Yes. Five large watermelons. His stomach hurt, he sat on a stump and cried:
Bo Bo Bo Bo Bo Bo
A stupid bull walked past, frowned:
What are you shouting: bo-bo? Butting, do you want to?
So maybe someone butted you by accident?
No, no. I was having dinner.
M-yes. Had supper. Understand. You mean you ate something, and it butts in your stomach.
Exactly. I ate five watermelons. And here they are...
They are? It can not be. They don't have horns. You must have eaten something else.
Other. Horned, - said the frog and thought. - Well, of course, yesterday I saw a horned cow in the meadow. Today she is not. I must have eaten it. Unintentionally.
Of course, - mumbled a stupid bull. And he tucked his tail in fear.
DONKEY BELL
The donkey loved to walk. But he was small and therefore lost all the time.
Go outside, and it's so interesting there. Here is the tree. The donkey saw him many times, but butterflies flew in, landed on him, and the tree suddenly blossomed with amazing flowers.
Or, for example, the sun will start playing hide and seek. The donkey runs, looking for him, but there is no sun anywhere. He even starts stomping his feet. Angry. And the sun will come here.
Or he finds a nut shell and thinks: “What is it for?” And then he will attach a leaf to it - that's the boat turned out. You can send to sail. He will launch the boat along the stream, and he will run after it. The donkey will play on the street, stare and forget which path leads to the house. He sits under a bush and waits to be found.
Mom was tired of looking for a donkey and hung a bell around his neck. The bell rings merrily and tells mom where the donkey is now.
And although the bell hung around the donkey's neck, he kept asking everyone:
Excuse me, do you know where it rings? Such beautiful music, as if grasshoppers are playing violins.
That's so scattered.
But once the donkey, having dozed off, shook his head and realized that it was ringing in his dream. So he said to everyone:
I have very ringing dreams, with a bell.
And all the adults smiled, and all the little ones envied.
COCK AND SUN
A young cockerel met the sun every morning. He jumps on the fence, crows, and now a golden luminary has already appeared above the forest. And then, as always, he crowed, and instead of the sun, gray fog floated out from behind the forest.
"Where is the sun to be found?" - the cockerel stood, thought, put on his boots and went to the kitten.
Do you know where the sun is? he asked the kitten.
Meow, I forgot to wash my face today. Probably, the sun was offended and did not come, - the kitten meowed.
The cockerel did not believe the kitten, he went to the hare.
Oops, ouch, I forgot to water my cabbage today. That's why the sun didn't come, - the hare squeaked.
The cockerel did not believe the hare, he went to the frog.
Wow-so? - croaked the frog. - It's all because of me. I forgot to my water lily "Good morning!" to tell.
The cockerel and the frog did not believe. Returned home. Sat down to drink tea with lollipops. And suddenly he remembered: “Yesterday I offended my mother, but I forgot to apologize.” And he just said:
Mom, please forgive me!
This is where the sun came out.
No wonder it is said: "From a good deed in the world it becomes brighter, as if the sun has risen."
FROG BAKER
Tired of the frog just jumping through the forest. And he decided to become a baker. He put on a white fluffy cap, and hung a sign on his house: “Baker Frog”.
A ram bleated at the gate. The baker gave him a bagel.
The goby mooed - a round barrel. The bull frog carried out a sweet straw.
And the red foal got a poppy horseshoe.
Even the boy Petya got two bagels, like two wheels for a scooter.
Everyone is happy. Mooing, bleating, laughing. Only the frog sits at home, thinking: what is he to bake. After all, he has a birthday soon. The frog thought for three days, and then he baked such ... such that everyone gasped.
The frog baked a cake, and decorated it with white water lilies, such as they swim in a pond.
And then all the animals said: "Our frog is not just a baker, he is also a storyteller."
ENGINE CHU-CHU
Once upon a time there was one locomotive in the world. And his name was Chu-Chu. And this is because before he went, he always said: "Chu-choo."
And Chu-Chu traveled along the forest road, from one station to another. Chu-Chu will stand a little and go further.
And then, where the locomotive traveled, a road was built. And they said to the engine: “You know what, Chu-Chu, you need to rest a little. Better go to the museum."
The locomotive went and sees that someone is smoking. Or maybe even a steam locomotive. Only it was the zookeeper.
What are you sad about? - asked his train engine.
Why, - he answered, - our pony got sick. And now there is no one to ride the children.
Or maybe I'll try. Just a little, - asked the engine.
And the watchman harnessed it, even hung up the bells.
The guys were very happy about it. After all, none of them had ever ridden an old steam locomotive before. They stroked him all the time and said:
What a beautiful, wonderful you are.
Chu-Chu laughed and said:
So I lived to see cheerful, happy bells.
Why don't we, yellow-mouthed, go to the river to drink blue water.
Drink blue water, - he smiled. - Probably, it is very funny and tasty.
And they went to the river to drink blue water.
The chicken wanted to drink immediately, but the kitten stopped:
Wait, wait, don't you see the white foam in the water. Gotta blow it off. F-F-F...
The chicken did not know what foam was, but still, just in case, he also began - Fu-Fu-Fu ... - to blow. Then he got tired of blowing. He lifted his head up and saw the clouds.
Look, - he pulled the kitten by the ear, - and there is also foam.
And the kitten with the chicken both began to blow into the sky, on four cheeks.
SWEET HOUSE
A red cockerel, a swirling comb, shouted to the whole yard that he would build a house for himself. Only not so, not simple, but sweet.
From the sweet straw he built a log house. From sweet gingerbread he laid down the roof.
I made a sweet, sweet trumpet out of toffees. He sat down at the sweet window and is waiting for good guests.
The cat came to visit, looked at the house and ... meow! - ate a pipe.
A goat came to visit, looked at the house and ... me-ee! - ate the roof.
A pig came to visit, looked at the house, grunted - and ate the walls.
The cockerel looked around, the swirling scallop, - there was nothing left ... The cockerel cried with bitter tears - it’s not fun at all, it’s not at all sweet to live in such a house. Even very sad.
I am very sad that you are such a sweet tooth, he said.
And we are sad, - said the guests and all together wept. It's a pity the house - it was very tasty.
MISHKINA PIPE
In the same forest lived a family of musical bears.
Papa Bear played the harmonica.
Mom beat the drum.
And only little Mishutka did not play anything. Sat sad.
It would be time, - dad once said, - and he would get down to business.
And they bought Mishutka a pipe that looked like a silver shell.
Here's a gift for you, - daddy bear smiled. - I would like you to learn how to blow. Imagine, I, mom and you will go out into the clearing. That's a whole orchestra. The animals will be happy. Bunnies will probably jump up to the sky.
But I don’t want to play,” Mishutka suddenly answered.
Why? Dad was surprised. - Being a forest musician is very honorable.
Maybe, - Mishutka sighed. But is it possible to play such an instrument? This is a big sink. And a silver snail lives in it.
No matter how angry dad was, Mishutka repeated his own.
And every morning the little bear came up to the pipe and said:
Hello silver snail! Don't be afraid, no, no. I won't blow you out of your house.
Everyone laughed at Mishutka, and he even brought flowers to the snail. And that's why his silver trumpet always smelled of flowers.
But how else? - said the teddy bear. - The silver snail is afraid of me and won't come out. So let her garden be near her house.
Dad-bear despaired, mother despaired. What about the kind but stupid Mishutka?
Finally, my dad said:
I think I came up with something. We must put a note in the pipe.
And the next morning, Mishutka received the following letter:
"Dear Mishutka! I leave my house and go to the distant sea. You can now study music in peace. Thanks for flowers".
Now, of course, I agree. Where are the notes? - said the little bear.
And soon, on the next holiday, Mishutka went out into the clearing.
A bearish merry waltz, - announced dad.
But the teddy bear played not at all cheerful, but even something sad.
What's wrong with you, what's wrong with your pipe? - the hares were surprised.
And I don’t know myself, - the bear cub shook his head. - Need to think.
And he thought until evening. And then he said to the rabbits:
This silver singing shell was once inhabited by a silver snail. Now she is gone. But when you leave your home, your heart is there. The heart of a snail is sad in my pipe.
That's the whole story.
Or maybe not a fairy tale.
Personally, I believe that every instrument has its own good heart. Why else would music move us?
LIVE MOTORCYCLE
It happened on Sunday. Just at that time, the bear cub was sitting at home and reading the forest newspaper. And suddenly he read:
IN THE CITY PARK
EXHIBITION WILL BE HELD
NEW MOTORCYCLES
"What is a motorcycle?" - thought the teddy bear.
The little bear went to ask the donkey.
A motorcycle means, mu-mm-m, - mumbled the donkey. - And, in my opinion, this is what mumbles.
The bear cub immediately understood everything and ran to the meadow. There, on the green grass, a small calf was grazing.
Well, Mishka ordered, - say "mu".
Mu-mu, - mumbled the calf.
Thank you, said the bear. - That's right, - so you are a motorcycle. Now we urgently need to go to the motorcycle exhibition.
And saying this, the bear cub jumped on the back of the calf, and they set off. And soon this happened.
Let me introduce myself, my new motorcycle, - so the bear cub said to the director of the exhibition.
But the director was a very urban man. He had never traveled to the village and therefore was very surprised to see a calf and a bear cub.
What is this, - he grumbled, what strange visitors. - Of course, I know you, you are a bear cub. I saw it at the circus. But wait, what did you come with? A kind of quadruped with a strange steering wheel.
How, you don't know? - the bear cub growled. Yes, this is my motorcycle. And shame on you not to believe!
But, probably, a new brand, - the director sighed. - And yet - I have never seen such a strange motorcycle.
Then he went around the calf from all sides and gently touched it.
Interesting, very interesting, - the director sang to himself and suddenly asked: - And what do you fill it with?
How - than? Mishka laughed. - Don't know again? Yes, grass and leaves!
Oh, the director smiled. - Yes, it's very well. And then from gasoline I often feel dizzy.
And the delighted director once again stroked the new motorcycle. Then the motorcycle was put in a place of honor.
And the motorcycle-calf dozed off in the place of honor and sniffed. He did it so loudly that the headmaster thought that the motorcycle calf was starting, and the headmaster shouted:
A disgrace, yes, your motorcycle does not follow any rules, none. Starts by itself, without a host.
Calm down, - said the bear cub. - It doesn't start at all. He sleeps, tired for the road.
Sleeping? But still, it's a disgrace. Is it possible to sleep in such a beautiful exhibition. Wake up immediately!
But no matter how much the bear cub and the director woke up the new motorcycle, he did not wake up.
I had to call the policeman. It is known that all cars, even large forty-ton cars, are afraid of a police whistle. But no matter how much the policeman whistled, the calf still did not wake up.
Well, a motorcycle, - the director sighed, - I really don’t know what to do with you. - The director thought for a long time and, looking at him, the bear cub was trembling - he was afraid that they would not be kicked out of the exhibition.
But the director was kind and therefore smiled.
So you say, - he asked the bear cub, - you say, your motorcycle is filled with leaves, grass?
Yes, the teddy bear nodded.
And then the director took a flower from his buttonhole:
You are welcome!
The calf sighed and woke up.
Needless to say, everyone laughed. That laugh was even broadcast on the radio.
And then the good director said:
Of course, there are strong and beautiful motorcycles, fast. But this one is the cutest. He loves grass and flowers. I think he should be rewarded.
And the calf was solemnly awarded a diploma:
"To the cutest motorcycle in the world."
HOW FROGS DRINKED TEA
The donkey did not want to work. Stubborn: "I won't."
Took off the clamp. He took off the bow. Tied a rope to the arc. Narwhal in the garden of onion arrows and began to shoot at the sun. “Will I get in? I won't get in? I’ll get it - green onions will grow in the sun! .. "
Carousel horses ran in a circle: tsok-tsok. Then they began to argue who was the first.
I am the first, - said the horse with the golden mane.
I am the second, - said the horse with the silver tail.
I am the third, - said the horse with copper horseshoes.
Let's run. We ran a circle, ran the second. We got up again.
No, - the golden mane cried, - I will not run anymore. If I am the first, then why is the last one ahead of me?
The tomato turned red on one side. Now - like a small traffic light: where the sun rises, the side is red; where the moon is green.
White shaggy fog sleeps in the meadows.
He smokes a pipe. He blows smoke under the bushes ...
In the evening, green frogs drank tea from white-white water lilies by the blue-blue river.
Once, branches grew on the head of a deer - horns. The deer was waiting for the leaves to come. Autumn came, the leaves crumbled on the trees, and he kept waiting, waiting.
Shi-shi-shi, the sedge rustles. - Hush, hush ... Kamyshshshi. The fish in the pool fell asleep. I ask you not to make noise.
The birch asked the pine where she was reaching for.
I want to put a cloud-sail on top.
For what?
For the blue river, for the white hill to fly away.
See where the sun sets, where it, yellow, lives.
A donkey went out for a walk on a starry night. I saw a moon in the sky. He was surprised: “Where is the other half?” Went looking. He looked into the bushes, rummaged under the burdocks. Found it in the garden in a small puddle. I looked and touched with my foot - alive.
It was raining, not making out the road, over meadows, over fields, over flowering gardens. He walked, walked, stumbled, stretched out his long legs, fell ... and drowned in the last puddle. Only the bubbles went up: bul-bul.
The boy was walking in the yard. Came home wet and dirty.
Where have you been? Mom asked.
In a puddle…
And what did he do there?
He played patty with the sun: clap, clap! It was fun.
The wind on the leaves wondered if winter would come soon: “Soon? - Not soon. Soon? - Not soon ... ”The last sheet was torn off, climbed into the stove pipe to warm up.
Spring is here and the nights are cold. Frost is chilling. Willow showed her buds and fingers and put fur mittens on them.
It became a crane on one leg. And forgot that he has a second. So he stood for a long, long time, until he remembered.
Found a goose with a frog on the maple leaf road. They argued whose foot it was. “Yours,” the goose interprets, “is green.” The frog took the leaf. And a week later she brought it back to the goose. The leaf turned pink around the edges, like a crow's foot.
The boy drew the sun. And all around the rays - golden eyelashes. Showed dad.
Okay, - said dad and drew a stalk.
Wu! - the boy was surprised. Yes, it's a sunflower!
I drew a giraffe myself. I looked and was surprised: it turned out to be a crane.
A mouse crawled out of a hole at night to see the stars. He looked and was frightened: like cat's eyes.
A white zebra wrapped itself in a black ribbon and began to pester everyone: “Well, guess what I am - black or white? White or black?
Gennady Tsyferov
WHO IS KINDER WHO
Who is stronger than whom, who is scarier than whom - that's what the animals were arguing about yesterday all day.
At first, they thought: the worst of all, the strongest of all - the BODY SLAM.
Then they decided: no, the worst of all, the strongest of all - BEETLE-ROGACHOK.
After the stag bug, the worst of all, the strongest of all is the GOAT.
Behind the goat - RAM - BEAT IN THE DRUM.
Behind a ram with a drum - BULL - PUMP WITH HORN
Behind the bull - RHINO-ROCK.
And behind the rhinoceros, and behind the rhinoceros, the fanged elephant is the most terrible, the strongest of all.
This is what the animals said to the elephant:
You, elephant, are the strongest! You, elephant, are the scariest!
But the elephant was offended.
Of course, - he nodded, - I am the strongest. But am I the scariest and most evil? Not true!
Elephants are kind.
Please don't scare anyone with me.
I love all little ones!
STEAMBOAT
Do you know where river steamers live in winter?
They mourn in quiet bays and harbors about a good summer.
And then one day such a steamboat became so sad that he forgot how to honk.
Summer has come. But the steamboat never remembered how to honk. He swam along the shore, met a puppy and asked:
No, said the puppy. - I'm barking. Want me to teach you? WOF WOF!
What are you, what are you! If I say “woof-woof!”, all the passengers will scatter.
You don't know how to hum?
No, - said the piglet, - I can grunt. Want me to teach you? Oink-oink!
What are you, what are you?! - scared the steamer. - If I say “Oink-oink!”, all the passengers will laugh.
The puppy and piglet never taught him how to hum. The steamboat began to ask others.
The red foal said: "IGO-GO-GO!" And the green frog - "KVA-KVA-KVA!".
The steamboat was completely dejected. He leaned his nose against the shore and sighed. And suddenly he sees: a little boy is sitting on a hillock and is sad.
What happened to you? asked the steamboat.
Yes, - the boy nodded, - I'm small, and everyone, everyone teaches me. And I can't teach anyone.
But if you can't teach anyone anything, then I don't need to ask you...
The steamboat let out a pensive cloud of smoke and was about to sail on, when he suddenly heard:
Doo-doo-doo!
Does something seem to be buzzing? - he said.
Yes, - the boy answered, - when I am sad, I always play my pipe.
I think I remembered! - the steamboat was delighted.
What did you remember? - the boy was surprised.
I know how to buzz! Doo-doo-doo! It was you who taught me!
And the sad boy laughed merrily.
And the steamboat buzzed all over the river:
Doo-o-o-o!
And all the boys and steamboats on the river answered him:
DU-U-U-U-U!!!
CLOUD MILK
Oh, how hot it was that day! The flowers drooped from the heat, the grass turned yellow. The frog thought and thought, took a bucket and went somewhere.
In the meadow he met a cow.
Do you want me to give you milk? - asked the cow.
In the meadow he met a goat.
Do you want me to give you milk? - asked the goat.
No, the frog croaked again and went even further.
The frog walked for a long time, waving a bucket.
And finally, he saw the blue mountains. Fluffy white clouds lived on their tops.
The frog called the smallest cloud and said to him:
Give me some milk please!
The cloud did not answer, only sighed loudly. The frog looked into the bucket, and there - bul-bul! - milk!
The frog returned home and said:
And I brought cloudy milk!
What is cloud milk? It's just blue rain. Who will drink it?
Like who, - answered the frog, - and the flowers are tiny?
II he watered the flowers and grass with steamy cloudy milk. There is still an ant left.
THERE LIVED IN THE LIGHT AN ELEPHANT
An elephant lived in the world.
It was a very good elephant. Only here's the trouble: he didn't know what to do, who to be. So the baby elephant sat by the window, sniffling and thinking, thinking ...
One day it started to rain outside.
Woo! - said the wet fox cub, seeing a baby elephant in the window. - Eared what! Yes, with those ears, he could very well be an umbrella!
The baby elephant was delighted and became a big umbrella. And foxes, and hares, and hedgehogs - all hid under his big ears from the rain.
But then the rain stopped, and the baby elephant became sad again, because he did not know who he should be after all. And again he sat down by the window and began to think.
A bunny ran past.
Oh-oh! What a beautiful long nose! he said to the elephant. - You could very well be a watering can!
The kind baby elephant was delighted and became a watering can. He watered the flowers, the grass, the trees. And when there was nothing more to water, he was very sad ...
The sun went down, the stars lit up. The night has come.
All hedgehogs, all foxes, all hares went to bed. Only the baby elephant did not sleep: he kept thinking and thinking, who should he be?
And suddenly he saw fire.
"Fire!" - thought the elephant. He remembered how quite recently he was a watering can, ran to the river, got plenty of water and immediately extinguished three coals and a burning stump.
The animals woke up, saw the baby elephant, thanked him for putting out the fire, and made him a forest firefighter.
The baby elephant was very proud.
Now he wears a golden helmet and makes sure that there is no fire in the forest.
Sometimes he allows the bunny and the fox to launch boats in a helmet.
LONELY DONKEY
In the forest, in a forest house, lived a lonely donkey. He didn't have any friends. And then one day a lonely donkey was very bored.
He was so bored, bored - and suddenly he hears:
Pi-pi, hello! - A little mouse crawled out from under the floor.
I am a mouse, - he squeaked again, and then said: - I came because you are bored.
And then, of course, they became friends.
The donkey was very pleased. And he said to everyone in the forest:
And I have a friend!
What is this friend? - asked an angry teddy bear. - Something small?
The lone donkey thought and said:
No, my friend is a big elephant.
Big elephant? Of course, no one believed him. And so all the animals soon gathered at the donkey's house. They said:
Well, show us your friend!
The lone donkey already wanted to say that his friend had gone mushroom picking.
But then a mouse came out and answered:
DONKEY'S FRIEND - IT'S ME.
Gennady Tsyferov
Fairy tales
WHO IS KINDER WHO
Who is stronger than whom, who is scarier than whom - that's what the animals were arguing about yesterday all day.
At first, they thought: the worst of all, the strongest of all - the BODY SLAM.
Then they decided: no, the worst of all, the strongest of all - BEETLE-ROGACHOK.
After the stag bug, the worst of all, the strongest of all is the GOAT.
Behind the goat - RAM - BEAT IN THE DRUM.
Behind a ram with a drum - BULL - PUMP WITH HORN
Behind the bull - RHINO-ROCK.
And behind the rhinoceros, and behind the rhinoceros, the fanged elephant is the most terrible, the strongest of all.
This is what the animals said to the elephant:
You, elephant, are the strongest! You, elephant, are the scariest!
But the elephant was offended.
Of course, - he nodded, - I am the strongest. But am I the scariest and most evil? Not true!
Elephants are kind.
Please don't scare anyone with me.
I love all little ones!
STEAMBOAT
Do you know where river steamers live in winter?
They mourn in quiet bays and harbors about a good summer.
And then one day such a steamboat became so sad that he forgot how to honk.
Summer has come. But the steamboat never remembered how to honk. He swam along the shore, met a puppy and asked:
No, said the puppy. - I'm barking. Want me to teach you? WOF WOF!
What are you, what are you! If I say “woof-woof!”, all the passengers will scatter.
You don't know how to hum?
No, - said the piglet, - I can grunt. Want me to teach you? Oink-oink!
What are you, what are you?! - scared the steamer. - If I say “Oink-oink!”, all the passengers will laugh.
The puppy and piglet never taught him how to hum. The steamboat began to ask others.
The red foal said: "IGO-GO-GO!" And the green frog - "KVA-KVA-KVA!".
The steamboat was completely dejected. He leaned his nose against the shore and sighed. And suddenly he sees: a little boy is sitting on a hillock and is sad.
What happened to you? asked the steamboat.
Yes, - the boy nodded, - I'm small, and everyone, everyone teaches me. And I can't teach anyone.
But if you can't teach anyone anything, then I don't need to ask you...
The steamboat let out a pensive cloud of smoke and was about to sail on, when he suddenly heard:
Doo-doo-doo!
Does something seem to be buzzing? - he said.
Yes, - the boy answered, - when I am sad, I always play my pipe.
I think I remembered! - the steamboat was delighted.
What did you remember? - the boy was surprised.
I know how to buzz! Doo-doo-doo! It was you who taught me!
And the sad boy laughed merrily.
And the steamboat buzzed all over the river:
Doo-o-o-o!
And all the boys and steamboats on the river answered him:
DU-U-U-U-U!!!
CLOUD MILK
Oh, how hot it was that day! The flowers drooped from the heat, the grass turned yellow. The frog thought and thought, took a bucket and went somewhere.
In the meadow he met a cow.
Do you want me to give you milk? - asked the cow.
In the meadow he met a goat.
Do you want me to give you milk? - asked the goat.
No, the frog croaked again and went even further.
The frog walked for a long time, waving a bucket.
And finally, he saw the blue mountains. Fluffy white clouds lived on their tops.
The frog called the smallest cloud and said to him:
Give me some milk please!
The cloud did not answer, only sighed loudly. The frog looked into the bucket, and there - bul-bul! - milk!
The frog returned home and said:
And I brought cloudy milk!
What is cloud milk? It's just blue rain. Who will drink it?
Like who, - answered the frog, - and the flowers are tiny?
II he watered the flowers and grass with steamy cloudy milk. There is still an ant left.
THERE LIVED IN THE LIGHT AN ELEPHANT
An elephant lived in the world.
It was a very good elephant. Only here's the trouble: he didn't know what to do, who to be. So the baby elephant sat by the window, sniffling and thinking, thinking ...
One day it started to rain outside.
Woo! - said the wet fox cub, seeing a baby elephant in the window. - Eared what! Yes, with those ears, he could very well be an umbrella!
The baby elephant was delighted and became a big umbrella. And foxes, and hares, and hedgehogs - all hid under his big ears from the rain.
But then the rain stopped, and the baby elephant became sad again, because he did not know who he should be after all. And again he sat down by the window and began to think.
A bunny ran past.
Oh-oh! What a beautiful long nose! he said to the elephant. - You could very well be a watering can!
The kind baby elephant was delighted and became a watering can. He watered the flowers, the grass, the trees. And when there was nothing more to water, he was very sad ...
The sun went down, the stars lit up. The night has come.
All hedgehogs, all foxes, all hares went to bed. Only the baby elephant did not sleep: he kept thinking and thinking, who should he be?
And suddenly he saw fire.
"Fire!" - thought the elephant. He remembered how quite recently he was a watering can, ran to the river, got plenty of water and immediately extinguished three coals and a burning stump.
The animals woke up, saw the baby elephant, thanked him for putting out the fire, and made him a forest firefighter.
The baby elephant was very proud.
Now he wears a golden helmet and makes sure that there is no fire in the forest.
Sometimes he allows the bunny and the fox to launch boats in a helmet.
LONELY DONKEY
In the forest, in a forest house, lived a lonely donkey. He didn't have any friends. And then one day a lonely donkey was very bored.
He was so bored, bored - and suddenly he hears:
Pi-pi, hello! - A little mouse crawled out from under the floor.
I am a mouse, - he squeaked again, and then said: - I came because you are bored.
And then, of course, they became friends.
The donkey was very pleased. And he said to everyone in the forest:
And I have a friend!
What is this friend? - asked an angry teddy bear. - Something small?
The lone donkey thought and said:
No, my friend is a big elephant.
Big elephant? Of course, no one believed him. And so all the animals soon gathered at the donkey's house. They said:
Well, show us your friend!
The lone donkey already wanted to say that his friend had gone mushroom picking.
But then a mouse came out and answered:
DONKEY'S FRIEND - IT'S ME.
Haha! the guests laughed. - If it's a big elephant, then a lone donkey is just a big deceiver.
And the donkey - a big deceiver - at first blushed. And then he smiled:
No, it's still an elephant, only not simple, but magical. Now he has become small. The big one is cramped in the house. Even the nose has to be hidden in the pipe.
It looks like the truth, - the angry bear cub nodded, looking at the pipe. But I don't want to be small.
He didn't want to be small either, said the donkey. - But he loves me very much and wants to live always with me.
Ah, - sighed all the animals, - what a good animal!
Saying goodbye, they left. From that time on, no one in the forest offended the little ones. Everyone just said:
Even the smallest can be a great friend. Even bigger than the biggest elephant!
STORY ABOUT THE PIG
There lived a very small pig in the world. Everyone offended this pig, and the poor pig did not know at all from whom he should seek protection. And this piglet was so tired of being offended that one day he decided to go wherever his eyes looked.
The piglet took a bag, took a pipe and went. He walks through the forest, and in order not to be bored, he blows a pipe. But can you go far on four hooves?
The piglet walked all day - and did not even come out of the forest. He sat down on a stump and sadly blew his pipe:
what a stupid one.
And why am I going?
And as soon as he said these words, as if behind a stump: “Kwa-kva!” Frog! The frog jumped on a stump and said:
And in fact, you are a stupid person, piglet! Well, why go? Wouldn't it be better to sail in some kind of boat?
The piglet thought, blew a pipe and said:
Ah, it must be true!
He came here to the river and began to look for a boat. I searched and searched, but there was no boat. And suddenly he sees a trough. In it, the old woman rinsed clothes. Yes, she left. The piglet plopped into the trough, buzzed into the pipe and swam.
First, along the stream, then along the river, and then into the vast sea, he swam out. It floats, it means, on the sea. And the fish are surprised, laughing:
What is it? Like a steamship, just buzzing. But why, why does he have ears?
Eh! - said the whale. - Yes, probably just very smart. Just very polite. Other steamships simply trumpet themselves. And this one also trumpets, but also listens to others.
That is why all the fish and whales helped him, they pointed the way. Who is the nose and who is the tail. But everyone pushed forward. So I floated. The ship was sailing. And suddenly - a beautiful green island! The ship moored to the island. And all the animals came out to meet him.
Who it? the striped beast asked him and bowed.
What, you don't know me?!
No, says the striped one. - We see it for the first time.
And the little piggy cheated:
I am the most important in my country. My name is PIG.
And here - I'm the most important, - the striped one answers. - How can we be if we are both in charge?
But nothing, - the piglet smiled, - I’m a guest, which means that you will be the most important anyway, and I will help you ...
One of the most interesting folklore are the tales of Tsyferov Gennady. They can be counted as creative works based on the oral folklore of the entire cycle. They are the richest tales in their main content. Of course, they are noticeably distinguished by their diverse plot in their unique form. It is the folk tales of Gennady Tsyferov that are directly reflected in the various glorious past times of the Russian population itself. That is why the constant struggle against almost all villains and invaders sometimes makes it possible to recognize the main moral and even philosophical worldviews.
Any legends of Tsyferov Gennady of our time very often try to convey only their own traditional customs, which come from the deepest ancient times. Here it will be possible to see the best qualities of the picture of all nature. And only its green meadows will be able to attract with their attention, they will not leave the most beautiful mountains and many other beautiful things without a special view. Read fairy tales online and completely free. And your children will always be satisfied and will enjoy the story you read.
Gennady Mikhailovich Tsyferov - Soviet storyteller.
Biography
Born March 26, 1930 in Sverdlovsk. Her father was a gardener and her mother was an accountant. After graduating from the institute Krupskaya (1956) worked for three years as an educator-teacher in a boarding school. Already at this time, Tsyferov began to write miniature fairy tales, which he sent for review to Korney Chukovsky.
Gradually he changed his teaching activity to literary - he worked in the Murzilka magazine, wrote for the Literary Gazette. He tried to publish his fairy tales in the publishing house "Children's Literature", but they were not accepted. Only in the new, established in 1957, publishing house "Kid", and with the support of its editor-in-chief - Yuri Pavlovich Timofeev, Tsyferov's tales saw the light of day.
Along with writing, he collaborated with children's radio programs, worked on television, and spoke in libraries. Gennady Tsyferov also worked as a screenwriter in animation, where he, in collaboration with the Soyuzmultfilm studio and in collaboration with Genrikh Sapgir, produced more than two dozen cartoons.
He died on December 5, 1972 in Moscow and was buried at the 25th section of the Vagankovsky cemetery. It is interesting that on the tombstone he is listed as "Tsiferov Genadiy"