A fairy tale for children who deceive and offend others.

There lived a grandmother in her little house. She loved to sit on the wooden bench. Next to the bench there was always a wicker basket with multi-colored balls. Grandmother was very fond of knitting socks and mittens for her beloved grandchildren Kirill and Yasochka.
Once a grandmother was sitting on a bench and knitting:

The sun gently plays
The blue river murmurs.
Swallows are flying in the sky.
The pies are in the oven.

Grandma put aside her knitting and put her glasses next to her. Went to the hut:
- I'll go and see how my pies are browned in the oven. It's probably time to take them out.


As soon as she entered the house, a cunning Fox and a stupid Wolf appeared near her grandmother's favorite bench.
Lisa says:
- I heard, Gray, my grandmother has pies in the oven. Ruddy. Fried. With crispy crust.
The hungry Wolf licked his lips and began to sniff the sweet air:
- With meat?
“Of course, with a chicken or a duck,” said the Fox, looking into the window of her grandmother's hut.
The wolf also wanted to see the ruddy pies, but the Fox blocked the entire window.
“Maybe with lamb?” Wolf tried to guess. - Yes! Why sniff and lick? We still can't get it! Granny bakes pies for her grandchildren, for Kirill and Yaroslav. They will get all the pies.


Suddenly Lisa began to rub her hands:
- It's good!
The wolf sat down in bewilderment:
- What's good about that? I don't understand you, Lisa!
“You need to think, your gray head!” You will dress up as a boy, and I will be a girl.
“Where can we get such clothes?”
The cunning Fox looked towards her grandmother's garden:
- Grandma washed the laundry yesterday and hung it in the garden. We will take these clothes, change clothes and come as if we were her grandchildren.
The wolf jumped for joy:
- What a cunning you are! What if the old woman sees that we are not her grandchildren? What then?
Lisa got angry
- Didn't your French wolf grandfather tell you anything about Little Red Riding Hood?
The wolf shook his head.
- Not!
- Oh you! Darkness! People see badly in old age. Glasses are worn.

The fox took grandmother's glasses from the bench and showed them to the stupid Wolf:

“You see, she left her glasses next to her knitting. And we will hide them with you now. Then she will not see us and will immediately take us for the grandchildren of her relatives.

Where are we going to put our glasses? Wolf asked and began to look around.

“Look, there’s a dog house by the fence. the dog is not there. Here we are in the dog house glasses and sunem. No way grandma will find glasses!

The Wolf and the Fox hid their glasses in the doghouse, and they themselves went to the garden.

Grandma came out and sat down on a bench. She began to look for her glasses, but they are nowhere to be found. Grandmother was upset, but then she remembered that Kirill's grandchildren and Yaroslava would soon come to her, and she immediately became more cheerful.

- My beloved grandchildren will come and help me find glasses.

And the Fox and the Wolf did not waste time in vain: they dressed up. Lisa put on a pink lace dress, tied with a scarf. The wolf pulled on little blue trousers with straps, a white shirt, a Panama hat with flowers on his head.

- Hello, grandma! Wolf says in a thin voice.

- We are here! Lisa squeaked.

Grandmother got up from the bench, narrowed her eyes:

- Who came to me?

- It's me, your grandson Kirill, - says the Wolf. - And this is Yaroslava, your granddaughter.

- Hello, grandma! Lisa squeaked.

- We came to eat pies! - said the Wolf and licked his lips.

And the grandmother did not notice the substitution, goes to meet her grandchildren, hugs Lisa:

- How you, Yasya, have grown up! And Kirill has changed somehow. I just can't figure out what's wrong. Here, I was left without glasses, ”grandmother complained.

- You are so young, so beautiful, grandmother! Why do you need glasses? Lisa says slyly.

- And you cook pies so tasty! says the hungry wolf.

— Thank you for your kind words. Where did I put my glasses?

"You're fine even without glasses!" Lisa says.

- You're out of the way, you're tired, you want to eat! Now I will treat you to delicious pies! Let's go to the table!

The Wolf and the Fox sat down at the table. Grandmother put before them a large dish of ruddy pies:

- Here! Bake them with love!

- How about love? - Wolf was surprised and even moved away from the table. “I thought meat pies?”

“And the filling of the pies is different,” says the grandmother. - Here with cabbage, with poppy seeds, with fish, with cherries, cheese, ham.

- Oh, grandma, thank you! - Lisa grabbed the pie and began to eat it greedily.

And the Wolf only had time to swallow pies.

- Wow, how hungry, - grandmother was surprised. - Wolves' appetite for envy.

- Very tasty! Tell me, what is the secret of your pies?

- You, my beloved grandchildren, I remembered with love when I cooked. The main thing is to invest love.

Suddenly a loud barking was heard. Grandma got up from the table:

- I'll go pour some milk, I'll drink Zhuchka and Murka. They went to the forest for mushrooms.

Grandma left for milk. The Fox and the Wolf wanted to hide under the table, but Zhuchka and Murka had already noticed them.

- What are our guests? Bug asked angrily. What is this masquerade?

- A wolf with a fox? Murka was surprised. - Why did you come here?

“Believe it or not, but I’m kind now,” says the Fox.

- What did they feed us? I can’t growl, lie, swear and scream now! Wolf was surprised.

The fox looked at the Wolf:

- What's happened? Gray, we have become better.

The wolf grabbed his throat and coughed loudly: “Pies! It's their fault! There were pies with love, and I ate so many of them! What will happen to us now?

“I really want to help my grandmother: I’ll go weed the beds,” said the Fox, and her legs themselves carried her into the garden.

- And I'll chop wood for her for a bath, but more. The wolf grabbed an ax and ran to chop wood.

Grandma came.

“Where are my grandchildren?”

At this time, the Beetle looked into her kennel and took out her grandmother's glasses.

— Grandma, your glasses?!

Yes, my glasses are gone. Oh glasses! Here are miracles! Grandmother was delighted and put on her glasses.

How did they end up in my booth? - thought the Beetle.

It's a sly Fox! Murka sighed. I know her tricks.

- Which Lisa? Where have my grandchildren gone?

Grandmother looked into the garden and was frightened:

- I can't believe my eyes: there are animals walking in the garden.

The wolf and the fox approached the grandmother:

- Forgive us, please! We didn't eat anything for two days. We wanted to deceive you. Dress up as grandchildren.

- Forgive us, please! Your pies are full. Nothing was sweeter than these delicious pies. and your pies were with love. We forgot about anger, deceit. We have become kind! Thank you grandma!

- That's how it happens! Grandma was surprised. - Well! I'm glad you're kind now. Now you won't offend anyone. Come visit me. I will introduce you to my beloved grandchildren.

Well remember guys
If you ever
Eat porridge, soup, meatballs,
Remember this story!
Remember this story!
Don't forget about love!

Good fairy tales for children - 7 fairy tales for the night

A series of instructive stories (fairy tales) from our magical fairy Nelly Kopeikina is a world of kindness that teaches children to be sensitive, attentive, honest and the best children in the world!

Read these short stories with children before going to bed and let your children grow up healthy, smart and kind!

Series: That's it!

In good hands

Two girls were playing in the park. They let out colorful bubble. Their mothers sat at a distance on a bench and watched them. A man entered the square with a box in his hands. Stopping next to the girls and mothers, the man took a cute little eared puppy out of the box and put it on the playground.
After greeting everyone, the man announced:

- I will give the puppy to good hands.

He explained that he loves this puppy very much, but the circumstances are such that he needs to urgently leave, and he will not be able to take the puppy with him.

Who wants to take? the man asked, looking around at the mothers and girls.

Both girls and mothers became interested in the puppy. One of the girls gently picked him up and held him close.

“Mom, let's take it,” she asked her mother. - He's so cute, so funny.

The girl gently caressed the puppy's head with her finger. The puppy was very small because he was small in age, and also because he was a puppy of small indoor dogs. The girl's mother immediately agreed. But suddenly the second girl said loudly:

No, I'll take it! This is my puppy!

With these words, the second girl reached out to the puppy, grabbed him by the paws and pulled him towards her.

- Carefully! - the girl holding the puppy screamed in fright. "You're going to rip his paws off!"

With these words, she hurriedly handed it to the girl, ready to tear off the puppy's paws, just to take possession of it.

- Mom, - the second girl turned to her mother, - let's take him!

The girl's mother agreed. But the man who brought this puppy objected:

“No, girl, I won’t give it to you for anything.

- Why? – the girl was indignant. – I want it! You said you were giving it away.

“I said I would give it to good hands,” the man replied. - This means that I will give it to good kind people who will take care of him, protect him. He's completely defenseless. And you were ready to tear off his paws, you didn’t feel sorry for him at all. You only thought about yourself.

The girl snorted offendedly and almost threw the puppy onto the playground. Another girl immediately carefully sat down to the baby, checking to see if he was hurt.

“And you, girl, take it,” the man said, addressing the girl who was sitting next to the puppy. I see you will be a real friend to him. I think he will always make you happy too.

The girl stood up with the puppy in her arms. Her face shone with happiness and delight. Her mother was also happy. The man was also happy. He saw that he was giving the puppy into good hands.

Harmful boy

The mischievous boy was very fond of harming: he would break a rose carefully planted by someone in the front garden, he would break the sand castle built in the sandbox by the guys, he would pull the girl by the scythe, the cat would be shuged. His mischievous tricks spoiled the mood of those around him, and this made the mischievous boy cheerful.

On the day of the first of September, the day when all schoolchildren returned to school after a long summer vacation, the mischievous boy was also going to school. He began to think about what harm he could do today.

In your schoolbag he put a pre-prepared stone in order to throw it into the fountain pool, spray the guys passing by. He did not forget to put a thick black felt-tip pen into his satchel, this is in order to paint window sills and walls at school. I took the buttons in case someone managed to put them on the chair. On the phone, he set an alarm clock for the time when the first lesson will be held.

The Good Fairy saw the fees of the mischievous boy and decided to teach him a lesson. She made this boy appear in the looking glass.

Leaving the entrance of the house, the mischievous boy saw a neighbor's cat, which he always shooed. But now he held the door open and called to the cat in a feignedly affectionate voice:

- Go, I'll hold the door.

And he himself was already intending to pinch the cat's tail. The cat knew the bad temper of the boy and was in no hurry to enter the entrance. But suddenly another boy appeared from behind the door, very much like two drops of water, like a mischievous boy, and pushed the door. The door slammed right on the finger of the mischievous boy. The mischievous boy exclaimed in pain, shook his hand, and blew on his sore finger.

- What, does it hurt? - asked a boy who looked like him, letting the cat into the entrance. The cat would be just as hurt if you pinched his tail.

With these words, the mysterious boy, who looked like a mischievous boy, disappeared, and the mischievous boy went to school. Having reached the fountain, he took out the stone prepared by him from his satchel and began to wait for the approaching guys. But suddenly, from the other side, a stone of the same size as he was holding in his hands flew into the water, and the spray caused by its fall into the water doused the mischievous boy from head to toe.

- What, fun? asked the splashed boy, a mysterious boy who looked like him appeared out of nowhere. “It would be the same for everyone else you splashed.”
Saying this, the mysterious boy disappeared.

“Now everyone will laugh at me,” thought the mischievous boy, but the guys who came up to him did not even think of laughing at him, on the contrary, they tried to help him wipe himself off.

The school yard was festive and fun. Only the mischievous boy was not very fun, because he had not yet managed to do a single atrocity.

“It would be great if the paint on the benches was not dry,” thought the mischievous boy, looking at the girls sitting on the bench. But the paint was well dried, no one got smeared in it.
“I’ll go turf the plait of that pigalitsa,” the mischievous boy decided, heading towards the girl, with white bows woven into pigtails. Only the mischievous boy extended his hand to the girl's pigtail, as someone gave him a strong slap on the back of the head.

- E! What are you? - the mischievous boy was indignant, seeing next to him all the same boy who looked like himself.

- Aren't you having fun? asked the mysterious boy. - The girl you just wanted to pull by the braid would be the same as you are now.

Before the mischievous boy had time to answer, the mysterious boy disappeared. “Hmm, it’s completely unpleasant when they give you a cuff, pinch your finger or sprinkle you with water,” thought the mischievous boy. - Okay, I won’t put buttons on anyone, it’s probably also unpleasant - to sit on a sharp button. But on the windowsill I will write.

With these thoughts, the mischievous boy entered the clean school lobby, went to the back window, took out a felt-tip pen and began to think about what to write to him. There were three options - "Verka imagined", "Tolyan is a moron" or "All teachers are fools." I decided to write about teachers, but I couldn't write. Someone smeared the window sill with white paint, into which the mischievous boy plunged his hand.

- What, unpleasant? – heard mischievous boy behind. And again it was the boy mysteriously appearing and disappearing.

- And who are you? the mischievous boy asked him angrily.

- I am you, only in the looking glass.

– What another looking glass! - the bad boy was indignant. “It only happens in fairy tales.

- And you are in a fairy tale. The Good Fairy decided to teach you a lesson for your harmfulness, so she placed you in the looking glass.

- Forever? - the mischievous boy asked frightened.

I don't know, it all depends on you. I think she'll set you free when you get better.

- What is there to fix?

You must stop harming.

- Oh, but it's so cool! It's jokes, it's fun.

- Fun? the mysterious boy asked. “I didn’t notice that you were particularly amused.

“Although, only the one who harms is fun,” the mischievous boy agreed. The mysterious boy said:

“And I didn’t have fun when I pinched your finger, I didn’t have fun when I splashed you, when I hit you on the back of the head. And now I'm not happy. Nah, hurry up.

The mysterious boy gave the mischievous boy a napkin, with which the mischievous boy quickly wiped the paint off his hand.

“Yes, perhaps you are right,” the mischievous boy agreed, “this is no fun for anyone.

With these words, he took out his phone and turned off the alarm clock on it, which was supposed to ring during the lesson. When the mischievous boy looked up, the mysterious boy was no longer around. There were a few minutes left before the start of the lesson, and the mischievous boy went to his class.

How long the mischievous boy remained behind the looking glass is not known. It is only known that now he does not harm anyone, but on the contrary, he suppresses other pests.

girl and time

Once the Bunny came to the Good Fairy with a request to help his girlfriend - the Girl who is always late.

- I think, - said the Bunny, - Time has bewitched my girlfriend, leads her through her labyrinths, and therefore she cannot correctly navigate in time.

The Bunny told the Fairy that this Girl was late not only for minutes, but even for hours. And it often happened that the Girl did not come to the meeting at all on the appointed day. The Fairy listened to the Bunny attentively, shook her head severely in disapproval, and said:

– Yes, it is very bad.

“Dear Fairy,” the Bunny almost pleaded, “you can do everything. Talk to Time, let it disenchant the Girl!

The fairy thought. “I see that this Girl is not friends with Time, does not respect him, but it is unlikely that Time could be so cruel to her. There is some confusion here. We need to figure this out, ”thinking like this, the Fairy said to the Bunny:

- Well, let's turn to Time together. I think time will tell us everything.

With these words, the Fairy called Time:

- Dear Time, please pay attention to us. Bunny and I really need your help.

Bunny almost shouted out “And the Girl,” but he was a well-bred Bunny and therefore restrained himself, did not shout, although it seemed to him that it was the Girl who needed help.
Time appeared before the Fairy and the Bunny in the form of an old clock in a large beautiful frame.

- Hello, Fairy and Bunny! Time greeted. – What can I do for you?

The Fairy and the Bunny answered with a greeting, and the Fairy told Time about the Bunny's girlfriend - the Girl who is constantly late. Listening to the Fairy, Time frowned more and more.

Yes, I know this girl. She is almost always late. This is not good.

So help her! - Bunny almost shouted in excitement, referring to Time.

- I? Time was surprised. How can I help her?

- Unwrap her, please! Make it so that she does not wander in your labyrinths.

- But why, Bunny, do you think that she wanders in my labyrinths?

- How else? Why is she always late?

Well, that needs to be cleared up. Let's sit more comfortably, I'll turn the time back for you, and we'll understand everything.

Fairy, Bunny and Time sat comfortably on the sofas, and Time asked Bunny:

- Remember, Bunny, when the Girl was late for a meeting with you.

The hare recalled many cases at once, but named only one.

- Yesterday morning we were going to go with her to the river to catch and release dragonflies, but she did not come.

Didn't come at all or didn't come on time? Time asked.

“Absolutely,” Bunny answered dejectedly, hanging his ears.

- Well, maybe she called you, apologized?

- No, - the Bunny answered sadly.

- Well, let's see what happened to the Girl. Where was she in the morning?

All three saw a cheerful girl. She walked along the path towards the Bunny's house. A Little Wolf was walking towards her with a blue ball in his paws.

“Wolf cub,” the Girl turned to him, “and where are you going?”

- Why do you want to know? I'm not asking you where you're going.

- I'm going to the Bunny, we'll go to the river to catch dragonflies.

“Here, go,” Wolf Cub muttered, “catch your dragonflies.” And we with the Fox and the Raccoon will play dodgeball.

“Take me with you, Wolf cub,” the Girl asked. "I'm so good at kicking!"

- Yes? - the wolf cub was surprised at something. But what about Bunny, dragonflies?

- Well, them! - the girl waved her hand towards the Bunny's house, as if waving something away.

"Let's go," Wolf agreed. - Only, mind you, you will be a bouncer.

The girl, no longer thinking about anything, changed the direction of the path and went with the Wolf cub.

The Bunny looked at the Girl and the Wolf Cub in surprise and kept waiting for the Girl to take out her beautiful phone from the pocket of her dress and call him, invite him to the lawn to play dodgeball. But neither on the road, nor on the lawn, where the Fox, the Raccoon and the Squirrel were waiting for the Wolf with the ball, the Girl did not call the Bunny. Bunny saw how cheerfully and joyfully the children played on the lawn, and he remembered how sadly he sat on a swing near his house and waited for the Girl.

- What an optional girl! The Good Fairy was outraged.

“And even vile,” said Time. - She betrayed her friend Hare.

“Or maybe she just forgot about our agreement,” the Hare suggested in some uncertain tone.

When else did she let you down?

Bunny thought to himself - "almost always", but said:

The Girl was six hours late for my birthday. She came when the holiday was already over.

“Let's see, let's see where this Girl wandered,” said Time.

All three saw the Girl at home. She looked at her watch. The clock showed that the celebration in honor of Bunny's birthday had already been going on for forty minutes. But the Girl's face did not show any anxiety, she did not hurry, she still remained sitting at the mirror table and polished her nails.

Then she saw that her favorite cartoon was on TV. The girl moved to the sofa, began to watch a cartoon. The cartoon ended in thirty minutes. The girl turned off the TV, got up, looked around in the mirror, looked at her watch, took the gift prepared for the Bunny, and slowly left the house.

Seeing a little mouse blowing soap bubbles in the park, the Girl went up to him and began to watch the bubbles. Finally, the Girl got tired of it, and she went to the Bunny. On the way to the cinema, the Girl saw a Tiger cub. The girl had seen him before, but she didn't know him. This Tiger Cub really liked the Girl. He was handsome, imposing, tall. He had powerful paws and a strong long tail. The tiger cub sat on a bench near the cinema and counted the crows. The girl joyfully jumped up to Tiger Cub and stopped in front of him.

- Hello, Tiger! - she said. - What are you doing?

- Hey! - answered the Tiger Cub to the Girl. - Do we know each other?

“No,” the Girl answered, not at all embarrassed. But we can get to know each other. I am a girl. I'm going to Bunny's birthday party.

The tiger cub hesitated a little, but answered anyway:

- And I'm a Tiger.

- Why are you sitting here alone? the Girl asked.

- I'm going to the cinema now.

- One? - The girl was happy about something.

“Yes,” Tiger Cub answered sadly. - My sister was supposed to come, but she called, said that she would not be able to come. Can not get in time.

The Tiger Cub wanted to continue, he wanted to explain why his sister was not in time, but the Girl interrupted him:

- Do you want me to go with you?

You are going to your friend's birthday party.

“So it’s still early,” the Girl lied, not at all embarrassed. - I have time.

- Truth? - the Tiger cub was delighted, looking at the Girl in a beautiful blue sarafan. - Let's go to!

The girl with the Tiger cub went to the cinema. At the end of the film, the Tiger Cub accompanied the Girl to the Bunny's house, and they said goodbye.

The Bunny, no longer waiting for the Girl, was glad to see her, but at the same time upset, because the holiday had already passed, the guests had dispersed. He expected the Girl to apologize, somehow explain her lateness, but the Girl managed with the words:

- Oh, sorry, I'm late. Congratulations, Bunny!

The Good Fairy and Time looked at Bunny. He sat downcast and did not look at anyone.

- Well, is the Girl not late for her birthday? – asked the Fairy Bunny.

“Late,” said Bunny, nodding his head.

“This Girl shows a very great disrespect for everyone,” Time remarked sadly. - She, as you can see, does not wander through my labyrinths at all. This girl simply does not value her own or other people's time. She is not friends with me, but I do not want to be friends with such a Girl.

- And you, Bunny? Fairy asked. Will you still be friends with her?

“No,” Bunny answered firmly, but sadly. - This girl is not my friend, and I cannot be a friend of such a Girl.

"That's right," said Time. - With such behavior, this Girl can never be a friend to anyone. And I will punish this outrageous, let her really stray through my labyrinths.
From now on, this Girl will always be late for all her most important events.

- How? - Bunny exclaimed in fright. - For the most important events! It's terrible! She will be unhappy.

- I do not know, maybe. Or maybe she won't even notice.

No, no, please don't do this! the Bunny pleaded.

“But this impudent liar must be punished,” Time said firmly.

Here the Fairy intervened:

The girl has already punished herself. She lost the friendship of Bunny.

Optimist and Pessimist

Two brothers came to one village to visit their grandparents. They arrived late in the evening, saw little of what was around, and the next morning both woke up from the cock crow. Before, boys had never heard a real rooster crow.

Who is that screaming, grandma? one of the brothers asked the grandmother.

- This is our cock singing. He announces that a new day has begun.

- A real rooster? The boy was surprised and delighted. “Grandma, where is he?” May I have a look at it?

- Shut up your cock! He doesn't let me sleep! the other brother asked angrily, turning to the wall.

“Let's go,” the grandmother quietly beckoned to the boy who wanted to see the rooster. And they went into the yard.

The day was wonderful, sunny. With joy, the boy went around the whole yard. He met a rooster and chickens, a goat, a dog and a cat. This boy was very interested in everything, he was extremely happy about everything.

Every day this boy began to wake up and start his day early to the cock crow. In the old days, they used to say about early awakening - “gets up with roosters”. This boy made friends with everyone in the yard, and everyone loved him, and the dog even became his true friend. He ran after the boy everywhere and rejoiced with him in everything. Every morning, this brother happily fed chickens and a rooster with his grandfather, picked berries from ridges and bushes with his grandmother, and helped his grandfather and grandmother in many other ways.

The other brother was not very happy with anyone. He did not like the rooster for the loud morning singing that disturbed his sleep, he was afraid of the goat because of its long horns, he generally considered the cat and doggie to be parasites. And there was no help from him to grandparents: to pick berries - the bushes are prickly, it’s hard to bring water, it’s dangerous to take a goat into a pen - it’s dangerous, it suddenly gores. The brothers were different. What pleased one brother rarely pleased another, and more often, on the contrary, upset and annoyed him.

- Look how the droplets shine in the sun! - rejoiced one brother dew.

“Well, now all your feet will be wet,” grumbled another brother, looking at the dew.

- Windy today! Let's fly the kites! one brother rejoiced. Of course, you guessed it: the one that got up with the roosters.

“Today such a nasty wind,” grumbled another brother, “will blow even more. It's better to sit by the TV.

- Rainbow! Look how big the rainbow is! one brother exclaimed, inviting those around him to rejoice with him.

“Phi,” another brother snorted contemptuously, “just think, this is a simple spectral analysis.

So these brothers were nicknamed in the village: the brother who was happy with everything was called the Optimist, and the other brother, who was annoyed by everything, was called the Pessimist.

Everyone loves an optimist: people, animals, sun, water, wind and others. Everyone is always happy for him. In the kingdom of good, the Optimist, without knowing it, is considered very important and respected. His optimism, love of life, kindness, responsiveness, curiosity, friendliness and all other qualities bring a lot of good to everyone, which is so necessary for the existence of the kingdom of kindness and the whole world.

Everyone tries to get around the pessimist, meeting with him does not bring joy to anyone, because he is always dissatisfied with something, grumbles, complains, groans. But on the other hand, the Pessimist was noticed in the kingdom of evil. With his eternal grumbling and discontent, the Pessimist, albeit a little, brings evil into the world. After all, all negative emotions are evil, and evil is necessary for the existence of the kingdom of evil.

This is how these brothers live. A pessimist rarely, very rarely brings joy to anyone, and he himself almost never rejoices at anything. But he, without knowing it, with his pessimism constantly supports the kingdom of evil. An optimist, on the contrary, pleases others with all his actions, he himself always rejoices in everything good, which means he brings good to the world.

This is how all people live, bringing good and evil into the world. Good strengthens the kingdom of good, which stands guard over the world. Evil, on the other hand, strengthens the kingdom of evil, which leads our world to destruction. Fortunately, good is always stronger than evil, because people like the Optimist stand on its side. Rejoicing in life, delighting those around them with their actions, people-Optimists, without knowing it themselves, give the world the main magic against the death of the world - goodness, happiness, joy. The more goodness in the world, the more we rejoice, the happier we are, the stronger and more stable our world is.

rule

Once, two boys on bicycles were riding bicycles in the yard around the fountain along the path. One boy had a red bike and the other a green one. They rode one after another: a boy on a red bicycle in front, and a boy on a green bicycle behind him. The boy who was riding behind was tired of being second, but he could not overtake and go around his friend.

Then he turned around and went to meet his friend. When the boys met, they should have gone to different sides of the path, but none of them wanted to leave the middle of the path. The boys stopped opposite each other and had a verbal altercation:

- Let go, I have to go! announced the boy on the green bike, which had changed direction.

“You’re driving the wrong way, you have to go this way!” Move over! - answered his friend.

- You're bothering me! I'm going there! The boy who changed direction waved his hand, indicating where he was going.

“Why is it necessary to go there, it’s wrong, we went there with you,” protested his friend.

- I was the first to go skating! the boy on the green bike made an argument.

- So what. I'm in a hurry for important negotiations! - answered his friend.

- Just think, and I'm a service of the Ministry of Emergency Situations, you have to give way to me.

With these words, the boy who changed direction, the one who was a rescuer from the Ministry of Emergency Situations, got off his green bike, approached his friend and pushed him. The friend, who was going to the negotiations, turned out to be strong, he did not fall, got off his bike and pushed his friend, the Ministry of Emergency Situations, so that he fell right into the bushes. Having got out of the bushes, the rescue boy climbed with his fists to his friend.

At this time, their bikes stood on the track opposite each other and worried.

- It's a pity, - said the red bicycle, the owner of which was a boy who was going to the negotiations, - my owner will never get to the negotiations. I didn’t quite figure out who he considered himself to be, a diplomat or a businessman, but I see that he will never be one or the other.

“Yes,” the second bike agreed, “he certainly won’t be a diplomat, he doesn’t know how to negotiate. He failed to negotiate with my master. Maybe he was on his way to a business meeting.

- Maybe. But he is unlikely to be able to become a businessman either. A businessman also definitely needs the same qualities as a diplomat: endurance, tact, respect for a partner.

“My master will never be a lifeguard either,” said the green bicycle sadly.

- Probably, yes, it won't. Which one is the lifeguard? He's most likely a thug. How he ran into my master!

In the meantime, the boys, slapping each other cuffs, decided to continue on their way. Moreover, each of the boys wanted to be the first to slip in his direction. They both jumped on their bikes at once and rode each other. Bicycles collided. The boys themselves hit each other painfully.

Grandfather was sitting on a bench nearby. He approached the boys and asked:

– What are you? Don't know how to leave?

- None of your business! - the boy-rescuer was rude.

"We're on business," the second boy replied. - And he drove into the oncoming lane and blocked my way.

- He went to the oncoming lane! My business is more important, I am a rescuer from the Ministry of Emergencies.

And who are you in a hurry to save? Are you going to the fire? Grandpa asked.

“Then you’re late,” Grandfather said sadly. - While you were arguing and fighting here, the house, if they were waiting for you, would have burned down by now. You failed to save anyone. You can no longer rush. If you hadn't wasted your time arguing and fighting, you could have helped a lot. I hope real rescuers extinguished the fire and saved the residents.

- Who am I to save?

“I think,” said grandfather, “if you don’t follow the rules of the road, you will not only be unable to save anyone, but you yourself will get into trouble.”

What's the other rule? the rescue boy grumbled.

- Have you ever seen motorists rushing at each other head-on? Of course not. All cars traveling towards each other are moving apart. Each of the cars is driving on the right side of the road, and it turns out that oncoming cars are driving on different sides. This rule is set for all transport participants.

People were passing by. The old man pointed to them:

- You see, and pedestrians do not stick at each other, everyone disperses. You should do the same.

“I get it, we shouldn’t drive in the middle of the road!” - the boy who was going to the negotiations was delighted. - If we drive along the edge of the path, we will not hit each other.

“That’s right,” Grandpa replied, nodding his head approvingly. The boys moved their bicycles to the right, and as they were standing towards each other, it turned out that they parted in different directions. Now the boys no longer hurt each other and could safely disperse. Having merrily jumped on their bicycles, they each rushed off in their own direction.

Having rolled over, the boys drove up to their grandfather.

- Grandfather, - the boy-owner of the red bicycle turned to the grandfather, - we rode correctly, on the right side, and did not touch each other. So we can be motorists?

- To become a motorist, you need to know and observe not one, but many road rules, you need to know road signs and signs, - grandfather answered. - When you grow up, be sure to learn all of them. Be sure, before you go on the road, everyone takes exams according to these rules.

– How do we recognize them? the boys asked.

All of them are written in special textbooks.

“They are registered,” the rescue boy muttered displeasedly, “but I still can’t read.”

“Don’t worry,” Grandpa replied. - When you become an adult, you will definitely be able to read well. In the meantime, some rules will be taught to you by your parents, educators. Here's one rule you already know for sure, right? Grandfather asked, peering slyly into the faces of the boys.

“We know,” the friends answered almost in unison. - Always drive on the right side of the road.

vestibules

There were two sisters in the same family, one older and one younger. The older sister had poor health, was weak, but she was a kind, hardworking girl. The younger sister was a very healthy and strong girl, but lazy and cunning. The youngest sister did not like any work, and therefore she constantly pretended to be sick. It was necessary to help her parents clean up the house, the eldest, although she was sick, pretended to be healthy and did what she could with her last strength: she vacuumed the floors, wiped the dust, watered the flowers, and the youngest, saying she was ill, did nothing to help her parents. I had to help my parents in the garden, the older sister was right there, pretending to be healthy, weeded the beds with her last strength, watered the flowers, and the youngest, pretending to be sick, again loafed.

Gradually, everyone in the family got used to the fact that the youngest always “gets sick” and does nothing around the house, she was never asked for any help.

One Sunday winter day, the sisters woke up and greeted each other. The eldest got up from the bed, made her bed and went to the toilet rooms. On the way, she greeted her parents. Mom cooked breakfast in the kitchen, and dad rubbed the skis with ointment. The parents announced that after breakfast everyone would go for a ride in the park. Having put herself in order, the older sister returned to the bedroom, sees, and the youngest is still in bed and looks at the pictures.

- Get up soon! Today is such a sun, let's go to the park.

- Is breakfast ready? asked the little sister.

- No, mom is cooking, but for now, go wash your face, the bathroom is free.

- Oh, I'm not quite healthy, I'll lie down a bit. Call me for breakfast.

- Okay, the eldest agreed, - and I'll go help my mother set the table.

Dad came into the bedroom, affectionately greeted the youngest daughter and invited her to breakfast.

“Oh, daddy, I’m not feeling well, bring me breakfast in bed,” the youngest asked the porch.

- Well, what are you, daughter, - dad objected, taking her out of bed, - you need to get up. You won't lie in bed all day. Let's have breakfast together and go to the park. Do you want to go to the park?

- Want! The youngest agreed.

After eating, the youngest, as always, left the table, threw “Thank you” over her shoulder and left, and the eldest remained to help her parents clean the dishes. Quickly, the three of us - dad, mom and eldest daughter, coped with the affairs in the kitchen. Everyone quickly got up and went to the park. Mom and dad took skis, and the girls took sleds.

The park was great. Mom and dad ran skiing along the alleys of the park for several laps, and the girls with all the kids went sledding down the hill. All four - parents and daughters - returned home cheerful, ruddy, joyful and a little tired. The eldest daughter was the most tired, who, while skiing, helped her sister to bring the sled up the mountain, but she did not give a look, did not show her tiredness, but, having changed clothes and washed her hands, she went to the kitchen to help her mother with dinner. Her younger sister, although she was full of energy and strength, as always, said she was tired and sick, and did not help anyone.

On the same day alone Kind fairy collected magic invisible dust into a silver jug ​​and flew in a magic sledge over different countries, different cities, villages and villages, showering all pretenders with invisible fairy-tale dust. This dust, falling on pretending people, made them what they pretend to be. The fairy believed that everyone wants to be better and pretend to be better than they are: stupid - smart, weak - strong, cowardly - brave, and therefore with great joy showered people with her fairy dust from time to time.

Just as the eldest daughter was setting the table, an invisible magical speck of dust fell on her imperceptibly. The girl did not even notice how her strength returned to her, fatigue vanished. And from that time on, it began to grow and grow stronger day by day. And the younger sister, on the contrary, began to weaken, began to really get sick. After all, a magic invisible speck of dust also fell on her, pretending to be sick, and she became sick.

The fairy, not knowing that not everyone pretends to be good, to this day from time to time flies over cities, towns, villages and villages and scatters her magical invisible dust, which turns pretenders into those they pretend to be.

envious

An envious girl lives in the world, who really does not like it when someone has something better than her. For example, when you see something new on your girlfriend Nice dress, she is not happy for her girlfriend, but is upset that she does not have such a dress, although her dress may not be worse. Seeing that her other girlfriend jumps rope better and more dexterously than she, the envious girl is not happy for her girlfriend, but is upset that she does not succeed.

And since there is always someone who has something better, or there is someone who is superior in something, the girl is constantly in grief. And chagrin, as you know, greatly takes away strength from people, so the envious girl also loses strength from her chagrin. But the envious girl also has joy. She always rejoices in the fact that someone has something worse than hers, that someone has something more difficult than her.

There are a lot of guys like that too. Someone thinks worse than her, someone sings worse than she, someone generally has continuous troubles in life. These joys are wrong, because one should rejoice in the good, the good.

Fortunately, the envious girl knows how to rejoice at the good, but very little, because in search of the shortcomings of others, she does not notice a lot of things around that really give joy.

Baba Yaga lives nearby in a fairy-tale world, also very envious. Once Baba Yaga saw this girl and was very happy: “What a wonderful girl! A real Baba Yaga will come out of it!

Since then, Baba Yaga has been constantly teaching the envious girl not only to be upset when someone has something better than her, not only to rejoice when someone has something worse than her, but also look for flaws in others, and if there are none, then even invent them. The envious girl, without knowing it herself, quickly learns everything from Baba Yaga and becomes more and more like her. And Baba Yaga, as the girl learns, becomes more cheerful, more cheerful, stronger.

The kind cat Fedosey lives with Baba Yaga in the fairy-tale world, who is a friend of many fairy-tale characters in this world, everyone respects him, they are happy to communicate with him, and Baba Yaga considers him his house cat. Seeing that Baba Yaga was getting younger before her eyes, the cat Fedosey asked her:

- Baba Yaga, how do you manage to look younger? Did you find a tree with rejuvenating apples?

- No, - answered the grandmother, - I met a girl who, like me, is jealous of everyone. She, like me, does not like when others are doing well, just like me, she rejoices in other people's failures and the fact that someone has something worse than hers. I also teach her to look for and find the bad in others and constantly discuss it with everyone. And soon I will teach this girl to even invent something bad about others! Then she will become a real Baba Yaga!

- Yaga, why do you want this girl to become Baba Yaga?

- The more Yags in the world, the stronger I become. This girl is one hundred and sixty-first person whom I will turn into Yaga. When I turn six hundred and sixty-six people into Yag, I will become quite young! My friend from the neighboring forest has already turned three hundred and six people into Yag grandfathers and Yag grandmothers. She is now unrecognizable, she is completely younger!

Cat Fedosey was happy for Baba Yaga, who was getting younger day by day and becoming more cheerful, she even stopped scaring him with her stick, but at the same time Fedosey the cat was upset, he felt very sorry for the envious girl turning into Baba Yaga, and other guys, whom Baba Yaga wants to find and turn into Yag. Of course, living with a young Baba Yaga is more fun, but still the cat Fedosey decided that it was necessary to help envious children. The cat thought, thought and came up with the idea of ​​going to a good storyteller and asking her to write a fairy tale that envious children will read and understand that it is very bad to envy. But where the good storyteller lives, the cat Fedosey did not know. He turned to the old owl:

- Uncle owl, you are so wise and learned, don't you know how to get to the good storyteller?

“I know,” replied the owl. "Why do you need to see her?"

The cat told the owl about the envious girl, Baba Yaga, and about his idea to help envious children. Owl did not really approve of Fedosey's cat's idea, but nevertheless promised to help. He knew where the good storyteller lived, and he really liked the idea of ​​being a guide, because he would show the cat the way, it would depend on him, the old owl, whether the cat would get to the good storyteller or not.

- Okay, I'll help you cat Fedosey. - Said owl. “But the good storyteller’s house is far away, you may not be able to endure such a road.

- It does not matter, - said the cat Fedosey, - I will ask my friends to help me.

The cat turned for help to his friends - wolf brothers from a nearby lair. The wolf brothers, all five, without hesitation, agreed to help the cat Fedosey. So seven of them: an owl, a cat and five wolf brothers set off. The eagle owl flew and showed the way, the wolf brothers, transplanting the cat Fedosey from back to back, ran along the path indicated by the owl.

Whether the wolves ran for a long time, but the old owl was tired and asked everyone to stop to rest. Then a fox ran out of the thicket to them and asked where they were going. The cat told her that they were going to a good storyteller, they wanted to ask her to write a fairy tale for the children. The fox heard this, and she really wanted to get into this fairy tale.

“Take me with you,” she asked, “I also want to get into this fairy tale with you.

No one objected, and the fox ran with everyone to the good storyteller.

How long, how short, they still raced eight of them, but they got to the good storyteller.

The storyteller praised the owl:

- You, uncle owl, well done, ventured on such a long and difficult flight. And the road, I see, remember well. You have helped everyone.

The storyteller also praised Volkov:

- You, brothers wolves, proved to be true friends, helped the cat Fedosey on such a long and difficult journey. He might not have made it without you.

The good storyteller said to Fedosey the cat:

- You, cat Fedosey, have a good idea how to help envious guys. I will definitely write this story.

“Maybe an envious girl will read this tale. Then she will understand that it is bad to envy, - said one wolf brother.

“Yes, let all envious people know that they turn into grandmothers-Yags and grandfathers-Yags,” said another wolf brother.

- Will I get into this fairy tale? the fox asked the storyteller.

“Well, since you really want it, you’ll get it,” the storyteller promised the fox.

- Then can I say something to the guys through your fairy tale?

“Tell me,” agreed the storyteller.

- Dear guys, you read a fairy tale written for you by a kind storyteller at the request of the cat Fedosey. We are all in this fairy tale: the envious girl, and Baba Yaga, and the kind cat Fedosey, and his faithful friends brothers wolves, and the wise owl, and the storyteller herself, and I am a fox. I hope you understood everything correctly from this fairy tale: envy is very bad, you can simply turn into a Yaga boy or a Yaga girl.

If one of you is jealous of someone, try to overcome this harmful feeling in yourself, because your envy takes away your strength and gives strength to real Baba Yaga.

Novokovskaya Svetlana, 4th grade student of MKOU Kuibyshevskaya secondary school of the Petropavlovsk district of the Voronezh region
Supervisor: Radchenkova Tamara Ivanovna, teacher primary school MKOU Kuibyshevskaya secondary school of the Petropavlovsk district of the Voronezh region
Description: This story was written by a 4th grade student. This work can be used both by primary school teachers in the study of literary fairy tales, in organizing the creative activity of students, and by kindergarten teachers when conducting classes with children. The fairy tale will also be interesting to parents of kids who instill in children a love of reading, oral folk art, literary tale.
Target:
Raising interest in literary fairy tales.
Tasks:
- To form a special perception of the world, relations between people.
- Develop children's oral speech, fantasy, Creative skills.
- To instill a love of books, a desire to read and compose fairy tales on their own.
- To cultivate a sense of tolerance, a kind and cordial attitude towards people, a sense of compassion, the desire to always come to the rescue, to be a true friend, a sensitive comrade.

I will tell you a fairy tale, or maybe just a fairy tale story that happened to one very capricious boy ...
It was not in a fairy-tale kingdom, not in an overseas state, but in an ordinary small town, which you can’t even find on the map.

Once upon a time there was a family: a mother and her son. Mom loved her son very much, read good stories to him at night, often played with him, walked around the city.

But the boy grew up spoiled, capricious. He constantly cried, screamed, puffed out his cheeks and lips when he did not like something.

The boy loved to have all his whims fulfilled. Mom had a very hard time with him. She worked hard to raise her son. All the neighbors said about the boy's mother that she was a very good, hardworking, polite woman, and they also said that she was friends with the Kind Word. kind word never left a woman alone.

It was always there, gave advice, supported. And when mother tried to calm her naughty son, a kind word encouraged mother, helped her. And the son did not like it very much when someone interfered with him.

He was jealous of his mother for the Kind Word, did not want it to come into his room. The boy expected that his mother would only listen to him, always admire him and fulfill all his desires.
One day, late in the evening, when ordinary children had already had magical dreams, our boy was again capricious. This time, he really wanted a real star to burn in his room, on the top of the Christmas tree, which was now looking out the window of his room with a condemning look.

The boy cried, threw toys around the room, shouted, and then sat on the floor and moved his feet along the carpet for a long time. Mom patiently looked at her son’s next whim and said: “It must be very beautiful when a real Christmas star burns on the Christmas tree. But not to everyone she can go down, son. Stars fall from the sky for happiness. And our happiness lies in doing good to others. A kind word stood next to my mother and nodded her head in agreement. And the baby continued to scream, not hearing the words of his mother.

Mom wished her son Good night, kissed him in tear-stained eyes and went to her room. As soon as mom and Good Word left the room, the boy stopped crying. Why cry if no one can hear you? He put a chair up to the window and looked up at the sky, at the bright star. She seemed to wink at him. The boy waved his hand to her and went to sleep. In the morning he woke up, but no one came to kiss him and say hello to him. He lay down for a bit and got out of bed. I wanted to eat and the boy went to the kitchen. But there was no mother in the kitchen.

There was nothing on the stove. The boy could not understand why his mother had not prepared his favorite breakfast for him. But there was a very frightening silence around - mother was nowhere to be found.
Then he himself decided to go up to his mother's room. When the son opened the door to the room, he saw his mother lying in bed. She had a fever. She moaned. And next to her sat a kind word and encouraged her mother, told her that she had to hold on, that she was strong and would definitely overcome the disease, because her son really needed her.

And how we need kind words!
More than once we have seen this for ourselves,
Or maybe not words - deeds are important?
Deeds are deeds, and words are words.
They live with each of us
At the bottom of the soul until the time is stored,
To pronounce them at that very hour,
When others need them.
And the boy stood there, not knowing what to do. He really did not like the Kind Word, which constantly accompanied his mother. The boy wanted his mother to be only his. He stepped closer and leaned over his mother.
“Drink,” Mom whispered softly.
- Please bring some water and potion to your mother, it is in the refrigerator, - said the Kind Word.
“Bring it yourself,” the boy replied rudely.
“Unfortunately, I can only speak, give advice, support, but I can’t bring anything,” the Kind Word answered with sadness in his voice.
The boy puffed out his lips capriciously and silently stood near the bedside of his sick mother. She groaned softly again, she had a high fever. Then the boy reluctantly wandered downstairs, poured water into a glass and took medicine from the refrigerator. He went up to his mother's room and helped her drink the potion.

“Thank you, son,” mum whispered softly. The boy said "thank you" for the first time. He had never heard such words. His heart pounded and his eyes lit up. He took his mother by the hand and kissed her.
“The good deed you have done will definitely help your mother,” said the Kind Word.

No matter how life flies
Do not regret your days
Do a good deed
For the happiness of people.
To make the heart burn
And not smoldering in the mist
Do a good deed
That's how we live on earth.
Now, every new day, the boy began with a good deed: he warmed the kettle, brought hot tea to his mother. For several days, the kid and Kind Word treated a sick woman. And every night a magic star lit up my mother's room with a very bright blue color.

Mom soon got better. The son continued to help her, washed the dishes, put his toys in their places and did not act up. The good deed never left him. They became so friendly that the boy could not live a day without doing a good deed.
And on Christmas night, when mom went into her son's room, they saw together an unusual sight - on the top of the Christmas tree, an asterisk was burning in bright blue. She seemed to be smiling at mother and son.

- You see, son, the star itself has found you. And the night today is unusual, fabulous. This star will always fulfill all your desires if you yourself try to fulfill the desires of others, help people, be friends with a Good deed.
- Mom, I liked giving you joy, helping you so much that now I will always listen to the advice of the Kind Word, be friends with the Good Deed and try to live in such a way that the star on Christmas night always descends to me on the Christmas tree.
Since then, the kid and the Good Deed have become inseparable friends. Already everyone in the town began to call the boy Good deed. So they live in this small town mother, Good word and Good deed.

Fairy tales that teach good ...

These good bedtime stories with a happy and instructive ending will delight your child before going to bed, calm them down, teach goodness and friendship.

Good fairy tales for children from the series: Like this! It is recommended to read to children from 1 to 101 years old, fairy tales with deep meaning, modern, interesting and understandable to children.

If you want to raise a kind and sympathetic child, help him do the right thing in difficult situations. life situations, then be sure to read instructive bedtime stories to your baby.

A series of good instructive tales about a boy - Fedya Egorov.

1. Fedya Egorov's meeting with Puss in Boots or Fedya's new transformation into a mouse

The brothers Fedya and Vasya Egorov have long wanted to have real slingshots. Sometimes Fedya made aluminum wire slingshots for himself and his brother. The boys used these slingshots to shoot at targets with paper bullets, but they wanted to have big slingshots made of real wooden slingshots.

The brothers' passion for the slingshot appeared and then disappeared. But this time it was definitely the last, because the events associated with shooting from a slingshot were extraordinary, they were not just events, but real adventures. And this time the guys had a slingshot not made of wire, but a real one made from a poplar branch with a leather sight on a wide medical tourniquet. From this slingshot it was possible to shoot real stones. Dad made this slingshot for his sons.

Taking the word from his sons that they would shoot with a slingshot only at an inanimate target marked on the wall of the shed, dad and sons went to the nearby forest. They took with them everything they needed to make slingshots: a knife, two leather tongues from Vasya's old boots, and a medical rubber tourniquet. By noon, all three returned with a bouquet of flowers for their mother, with a glass of fragrant strawberries for tea, and with two fresh slingshots.

Fedya and Vasya were in merry excitement. They vied with each other touting their slingshots, telling their mother how far they managed to shoot with them in the forest, and even speculating how many times who would hit the target on the barn wall. …

2. The tale of how Fedya saved the forest from the evil sorcerer

The boy Fedya Yegorov came to the village to rest in the summer with his grandparents. This village was right next to the forest. Fedya decided to go to the forest for berries and mushrooms, but his grandparents did not let him in. They said that the real Baba Yaga lives in their forest, and for more than two hundred years no one has been going to this forest.

Fedya did not believe that Baba Yaga lived in the forest, but he obeyed his grandparents and did not go into the forest, but went to the river to fish. The cat Vaska followed Fedya. The fish were biting well. Three ruffs were already swimming in Fedya's jar when the cat knocked it over and ate the fish. Fedya saw this, got upset and decided to postpone fishing until tomorrow. Fedya returned home. Grandma and Grandpa were not at home. Fedya removed the fishing rod, put on a shirt with long sleeves and, taking a basket, he went to the neighboring guys to call them into the forest.

Fedya believed that grandparents had composed about Baba Yaga, that they simply did not want him to go into the forest, because it is always very easy to get lost in the forest. But Fedya was not afraid to get lost in the forest, because he wanted to go into the forest with friends who have been living here for a long time, which means they know the forest well.

To Fedya's great surprise, all the guys refused to go with him and they began to dissuade him. …

3. Promiseikin

Once upon a time there was a boy Fedya Yegorov. Fedya did not always keep his promises. Sometimes, having promised his parents to clean up his toys, he got carried away, forgot and left them scattered.

Once Fedya's parents left him alone at home and asked him not to lean out of the window. Fedya promised them that he would not stick out of the window, but would draw. He got everything he needed for drawing, settled down in a large room at the table and began to draw.

But as soon as dad and mom left the house, Fedya was immediately drawn to the window. Fedya thought: “So what if I promised not to look out, I’ll quickly look out, see what the guys are doing in the yard, and dad and mom won’t even know that I was looking out.”

Fedya put a chair up to the window, climbed onto the sill, lowered the handle on the frame, and before he even had time to pull the window sash, it flew open on its own. By some miracle, just like in a fairy tale, a flying carpet appeared in front of the window, and on it sat an unfamiliar grandfather. Grandpa smiled and said:

- Hello, Fedya! Do you want me to roll you on my carpet? …

4. Tale about food

The boy Fedya Yegorov became stubborn at the table:

I don’t want to eat soup and I won’t have porridge. I don't like bread!

Soup, porridge and bread took offense at him, disappeared from the table and ended up in the forest. And at this time, an evil hungry wolf roamed the forest and said:

I love soup, porridge and bread! Oh how I wish I could eat them!

The food heard this and flew straight into the wolf's mouth. The wolf has eaten, sits contentedly, licks its lips. And Fedya, without having eaten, left the table. For dinner, my mother served potato pancakes with jelly, and Fedya again became stubborn:

- Mom, I don’t want pancakes, I want pancakes with sour cream!

5. The Tale of the Nervous Pike or the Magic Book of Yegor Kuzmich

There lived two brothers - Fedya and Vasya Egorov. They constantly started fights, quarrels, shared something among themselves, quarreled, argued over trifles, and at the same time, the youngest of the brothers, Vasya, always squeaked. Sometimes the eldest of the brothers, Fedya, also squeaked. The squeak of the children was very annoying and distressed to the parents, and especially to the mother. And people often get sick from grief.

So the mother of these boys fell ill, so much so that she stopped getting up even for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

The doctor who came to treat my mother gave her medication and said that my mother needed peace and quiet. Dad, leaving for work, asked the children not to make noise. He gave them a book and said:

The book is interesting, read it. I think you will like it.

6. Fairy tale about Fedina toys

Once upon a time there was a boy Fedya Yegorov. Like all children, he had a lot of toys. Fedya loved his toys, played with them with pleasure, but there was one problem - he did not like to clean them up after himself. He will play and quit where he played. Toys lay in disarray on the floor and got in the way, everyone stammered over them, even Fedya himself threw them away.

And then one day the toys got tired of it.

- We need to run away from Fedya before we are completely broken. Gotta go to good guys who take care of their toys and put them away,” said the plastic soldier.
…

7. An instructive tale for boys and girls: Devil's tail

Lived-was the Devil. That Devil had a magical tail. With the help of his tail, the Devil could find himself anywhere, but, most importantly, the Devil's tail could fulfill whatever he wanted, for this he had only to think of a wish and wave his tail. This devil was very evil and very harmful.

He used the magical power of his tail for harmful deeds. He arranged accidents on the roads, drowned people in the rivers, broke the ice under the fishermen, set fires and did many other atrocities. Once the Devil got tired of living alone in his underground kingdom.

He built himself a kingdom on earth, surrounded it with dense forests and swamps so that no one could approach him, and began to think about who else to populate his kingdom. The Devil thought and thought and came up with the idea of ​​populating his kingdom with assistants who would commit harmful atrocities on his orders.

The Devil decided to take naughty children as his assistants. …

Also on topic:

Poem: “Fedya is a nice little boy”

Cheerful boy Fedya
Riding a bike,
Fedya is walking along the path,
Stepping back a little to the left.
At this time on the track
Murka jumped out - a cat.
Fedya suddenly slowed down,
Missed the cat-Murka.
Fedya goes on smartly,
A friend shouts to him: “Wait a minute!
Let me ride a little.
It's a friend, not anyone
Fedya gave: - Take it, my friend,
Ride one circle.
He himself sat down on the bench,
He sees: a tap, and next to a watering can,
And flowers are waiting in the flowerbed -
Who would give a sip of water.
Fedya, jumping off the bench,
All flowers were poured from a watering can
And he poured water for the geese,
So that they can get drunk.
- Our Fedya is so good,
- the cat Prosha suddenly noticed,
- Yes, he is good for us as friends,
- said the goose, drinking some water.
- Woof woof woof! Polkan said
- Fedya is a nice little boy!

“Fedya is a bully boy”

Cheerful boy Fedya
Riding a bike
No straight road
Fedya is going - a mischievous one.
Driving straight across the lawn
Here I ran into peonies,
Broke three stems
And scared away three moths,
He crushed more daisies,
Hooked on a bush shirt,
On the move crashed into a bench,
Kicked and knocked over the watering can,
Soaked sandals in a puddle,
He took the pedals with mud.
“Ha-ha-ha,” said the gander,
Well, what a weirdo he is
Gotta ride on the track!
- Yes, - said the kitten Proshka,
- there is no road at all!
The cat said: - It hurts a lot!
- Woof-woof-woof, - said Polkan,
This boy is a bully!

One of my readers' favorite stories. She was born spontaneously, on the go, when I put my daughter to bed. I did not expect at all that this tale would be so loved by readers, and even fall into. It turned out that both children and their parents are very fond of such fairy tales at night. Therefore, I share with you two more evening tales.

The Tale of the Rhino Who Couldn't Sleep

Once upon a time there was a Rhinoceros, he was gray and thick-skinned, with a large horn on his nose. Cute, such, Rhinoceros. Once the Rhinoceros began to prepare for bed. He drank a glass of milk and cookies, washed his face, brushed his teeth, put on his pajamas and went to bed.

Everything is as usual. Only that evening the Rhino could not sleep at all. He tossed and turned in bed, but sleep did not come. First, he decided to think of something pleasant. He always did that when he couldn't sleep. The rhinoceros remembered the colored butterflies fluttering in the sky, then he thought about the juicy fresh grass. Delicious ... But the dream did not come.

And then a wonderful idea came to the Rhino! He thought he couldn't sleep because he forgot to do something before going to bed. Probably something very important. What exactly? He thought carefully and remembered! It turned out that Rhino forgot to put away his toys. That's what was the matter! He even felt ashamed.

Rhino got out of bed and cleaned up all the toys that were strewn across the floor. Then he lay back on the bed, closed his eyes and immediately fell asleep.

Good night Rhino!

Meditative sea tale

Imagine that you are sitting on the back of a blue dolphin. It has nice slippery sides. You firmly hold on to him with your hands, and he carries you forward along the playful waves. Funny sea turtles swim next to you, a baby octopus waves its tentacle in greeting, and seahorses swim with you in a race. The sea is kind and gentle, the breeze is warm and playful. Already ahead is the very rock to which you are swimming, your girlfriend, the little mermaid, is sitting on its edge. She is impatiently waiting for you. She has a green scaly tail and her eyes are the color of the sea. She laughs happily when she sees you and dives into the water. Loud splash, splash. And now you are already rushing forward together to the magical island. Friends are waiting for you there. funny monkey, a clumsy hippo and a noisy motley parrot. Finally, you are already with them. Everyone sits down on the shore, a dolphin in the water, a little mermaid on the rocks. Everyone is waiting with bated breath. And then she begins to tell you extraordinary fairy tales. Tales about seas and oceans, about pirates, about treasures, about beautiful princesses. Fairy tales are so wonderful that you do not notice how the sun sets and night descends on the earth. Time to sleep. The little mermaid says goodbye to everyone, the dolphin takes you on his back to take you home to a warm bed, and the animals say goodbye to you, already yawning a little. Night, night has come. It's time to sleep, it's time to close your eyes to see in your dreams the beautiful tales told by the little mermaid.