Leo Tolstoy - stories about children. Leo Tolstoy - All the best for children (collection)

The collection includes works of L. N. Tolstoy of various genres from the “New ABC” and a series of four “Russian books for reading”: “Three Bears”, “Lipunyushka”, “Bone”, “The Lion and the Dog”, “Shark”, “Two Brothers”, “Jump”, etc. They were created in the early 1870s. for students of the school organized by Tolstoy in Yasnaya Polyana, and are loved by many generations of children.

A series: Extracurricular reading (Rosman)

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The given introductory fragment of the book Filipok (collection) (L. N. Tolstoy, 2015) provided by our book partner - the company liters.

Stories from the “New ABC”

Fox and crane

The fox called the crane for lunch and served the stew on a plate. The crane could not take anything with its long nose, and the fox ate everything herself. The next day, the crane called the fox to his place and served dinner in a jug with a narrow neck. The fox could not get its snout into the jug, but the crane stuck its long neck in and drank it all alone.

The Tsar and the Hut

One king built himself a palace and made a garden in front of the palace. But at the very entrance to the garden there was a hut, and a poor man lived. The king wanted to demolish this hut so that it would not spoil the garden, and he sent his minister to the poor peasant to buy the hut.

The minister went to the man and said:

- Are you happy. The king wants to buy your hut. It’s not worth ten rubles, but the Tsar gives you a hundred.

The man said:

- No, I won’t sell a hut for a hundred rubles.

The minister said:

- Well, the king gives two hundred.

The man said:

“I won’t give it up for two hundred or a thousand.” My grandfather and father lived and died in this hut, and I grew old in it and will die, God willing.

The minister went to the king and said:

- The man is stubborn, he doesn’t take anything. Don’t give the peasant anything, Tsar, but tell him to demolish the hut for nothing. That's all.

The king said:

- No, I don’t want that.

Then the minister said:

- How to be? Is it possible for a rotten hut to stand against a palace? Everyone looks at the palace and says: “It would be a nice palace, but the hut spoils it. Apparently,” he will say, “the tsar didn’t have the money to buy a hut.”

And the king said:

- No, whoever looks at the palace will say: “Apparently, the king had a lot of money to make such a palace”; and he will look at the hut and say: “Apparently, there was truth in this king.” Leave the hut.

Field mouse and city mouse

An important mouse came from the city to a simple mouse. A simple mouse lived in a field and gave its guest what it had, peas and wheat. The important mouse chewed and said:

“That’s why you’re so bad, because your life is poor, come to me and see how we live.”

So a simple mouse came to visit. We waited under the floor for night. People ate and left. The important mouse led her guest into the room from the crack, and both climbed onto the table. A simple mouse had never seen such food and did not know what to do. She said:

– You’re right, our life is bad. I will also go to the city to live.

As soon as she said this, the table shook, and a man with a candle entered the door and began to catch mice. They forcibly went into the crack.

“No,” says the field mouse, “my life in the field is better.” Although I don’t have sweet food, I don’t even know such fear.

Big stove

One man had a big house, and there was a big stove in the house; and this man’s family was small: only himself and his wife.

When winter came, a man began to light the stove and burned all his wood in one month. There was nothing to heat it with, and it was cold.

Then the man began to destroy the yard and drown it with wood from the broken yard. When he burned the entire yard, it became even colder in the house without protection, and there was nothing to heat it with. Then he climbed in, broke the roof and began to drown the roof; the house became even colder, and there was no firewood. Then the man began to dismantle the ceiling from the house in order to heat it with it.

A neighbor saw him unraveling the ceiling and said to him:

- What are you, neighbor, or have you gone crazy? In winter you open the ceiling! You will freeze both yourself and your wife!

And the man says:

- No, brother, then I raise the ceiling so that I can light the stove. Our stove is such that the more I heat it, the colder it gets.

The neighbor laughed and said:

- Well, once you burn the ceiling, then will you dismantle the house? There will be nowhere to live, there will be only one stove left, and even that will get cold.

“This is my misfortune,” said the man. “All the neighbors had enough firewood for the whole winter, but I burned the yard and half the house, and even that was not enough.”

Neighbor said:

“You just need to redo the stove.”

And the man said:

“I know that you envy my house and my stove because it is bigger than yours, and then you don’t order it to be broken,” and you didn’t listen to your neighbor and burned the ceiling and burned the house and went to live with strangers.

It was Seryozha’s birthday, and they gave him many different gifts: tops, horses, and pictures. But the most valuable gift of all was Uncle Seryozha’s gift of a net to catch birds. The mesh is made in such a way that a board is attached to the frame and the mesh is folded back. Place the seed on a board and place it in the yard. A bird will fly in, sit on the board, the board will turn up, and the net will slam shut on its own. Seryozha was delighted and ran to his mother to show the net. Mother says:

- Not a good toy. What do you need birds for? Why are you going to torture them?

- I'll put them in cages. They will sing and I will feed them.

Seryozha took out a seed, sprinkled it on a board and placed the net in the garden. And still he stood there, waiting for the birds to fly. But the birds were afraid of him and did not fly to the net. Seryozha went to lunch and left the net. I looked after lunch, the net slammed shut, and a bird was beating under the net. Seryozha was delighted, caught the bird and took it home.

- Mother! look, I caught a bird, it’s probably a nightingale! And how his heart beats.

Mother said:

- This is a siskin. Be careful not to torment him, but rather let him go.

- No, I will feed and water him.

Seryozha put the siskin in a cage and for two days he poured seed into it and put water in it and cleaned the cage. On the third day he forgot about the siskin and did not change its water. His mother says to him:

- You see, you forgot about your bird, it’s better to let it go.

- No, I won’t forget, I’ll put some water on now and clean the cage.

Seryozha put his hand into the cage and began to clean it, but the little siskin got scared and hit the cage. Seryozha cleaned the cage and went to get water. His mother saw that he forgot to close the cage and shouted to him:

- Seryozha, close the cage, otherwise your bird will fly out and kill itself!

Before she had time to speak, the little siskin found the door, was delighted, spread its wings and flew through the room to the window. Yes, I didn’t see the glass, I hit the glass and fell on the windowsill.

Seryozha came running, took the bird, and carried it into the cage. The little siskin was still alive, but lay on his chest, with his wings outstretched, and was breathing heavily; Seryozha looked and looked and began to cry.

- Mother! What should I do now?

“There’s nothing you can do now.”

Seryozha did not leave the cage all day and kept looking at the little siskin, and the little siskin still lay on his chest and breathed heavily and quickly. When Seryozha went to bed, the little siskin was still alive. Seryozha could not fall asleep for a long time; every time he closed his eyes, he imagined the little siskin, how it lay and breathed. In the morning, when Seryozha approached the cage, he saw that the siskin was already lying on its back, curled its paws and stiffened. Since then, Seryozha has never caught birds.

Three Bears

One girl left home for the forest. She got lost in the forest and began to look for the way home, but didn’t find it, but came to a house in the forest.

The door was open: she looked at the door, saw that there was no one in the house, and entered. Three bears lived in this house. One bear had a father, his name was Mikhail Ivanovich. He was big and shaggy. The other was a bear. She was smaller, and her name was Nastasya Petrovna. The third was a little bear cub, and his name was Mishutka. The bears were not at home, they went for a walk in the forest.

There were two rooms in the house: one was a dining room, the other was a bedroom. The girl entered the dining room and saw three cups of stew on the table. The first cup, a very large one, was from Mikhail Ivanovich. The second cup, smaller, was Nastasya Petrovnina’s; the third, blue cup, was Mishutkina. Next to each cup lay a spoon: large, medium and small.

The girl took the largest spoon and sipped from the largest cup; then she took the middle spoon and sipped from the middle cup; then she took a small spoon and sipped from the blue cup; and Mishutka’s stew seemed to her the best.

The girl wanted to sit down and saw three chairs at the table: one large, Mikhail Ivanovich’s, another smaller one, Nastasya Petrovnin’s, and the third small one, with a blue cushion, Mishutkin’s.

She climbed onto a large chair and fell; then she sat on the middle chair, it was awkward, then she sat on the small chair and laughed, it was so good. She took the blue cup on her lap and began to eat. She ate all the stew and began to rock on her chair.

The chair broke and she fell to the floor. She stood up, picked up the chair and went to another room. There were three beds there: one large - Mikhaily Ivanychev's, the other medium - Nastasya Petrovnina's, the third small - Mishenkina's. The girl lay down in the big one; it was too spacious for her; I lay down in the middle - it was too high; She lay down in the small bed - the bed was just right for her, and she fell asleep.

And the bears came home hungry and wanted to have dinner. The big bear took his cup, looked and roared in a terrible voice:

-Who drank in my cup?

Nastasya Petrovna looked at her cup and growled not so loudly:

-Who drank in my cup?

And Mishutka saw his empty cup and squeaked in a thin voice:

-Who sipped in my cup and drank it all up?

Mikhailo Ivanovich looked at his chair and growled in a terrible voice:

Nastasya Petrovna looked at her chair and growled not so loudly:

-Who was sitting on my chair and moved it from its place?

Mishutka looked at his broken chair and squeaked:

– Who sat on my chair and broke it?

The bears came to another room.

-Who lay in my bed and rumpled it? - Mikhailo Ivanovich roared in a terrible voice.

-Who lay in my bed and rumpled it? – Nastasya Petrovna growled not so loudly.

And Mishenka put up a little bench, climbed into his crib and squeaked in a thin voice:

-Who went to bed with me?

And suddenly he saw the girl and screamed as if he was being cut:

- Here she is! Hold it, hold it! Here she is! Here she is! Ay-yay! Hold it!

He wanted to bite her. The girl opened her eyes, saw the bears and rushed to the window. The window was open, she jumped out the window and ran away. And the bears did not catch up with her.

Cat with a bell

It became bad for the mice to live because of the cat. Every day it takes two or three. Once the mice came together and began to judge how they could escape from the cat. They tried and tried, but they couldn’t think of anything.

So one mouse said:

“I’ll tell you how we can save ourselves from the cat.” After all, that’s why we’re dying because we don’t know when he’s coming to us. You need to put a bell around the cat's neck so that it rattles. Then whenever he is close to us, we will hear him and we will leave.

“That would be good,” said the old mouse, “but someone needs to put a bell on the cat.” It's a good idea, but tie a bell around the cat's neck, then we'll thank you.

There was a boy, his name was Philip. Once all the boys went to school. Philip took his hat and wanted to go too. But his mother told him:

-Where are you going, Filipok?

- To school.

“You’re still young, don’t go,” and his mother left him at home.

The guys went to school. The father left for the forest in the morning, the mother went to work as a day laborer. Filipok and grandma remained in the hut on the stove. Filip became bored alone, his grandmother fell asleep, and he began to look for his hat. I couldn’t find mine, so I took my father’s old one and went to school.

The school was outside the village near the church. When Philip walked through his settlement, the dogs did not touch him, they knew him. But when he went out to other people’s yards, Zhuchka jumped out, barked, and behind Zhuchka was a large dog, Volchok. Filipok started to run, the dogs followed him. Filipok began to scream, tripped and fell. A man came out, drove the dogs away and said:

-Where are you, little shooter, running alone? Filipok said nothing, picked up the floors and started running at full speed. He ran to the school. There is no one on the porch, but the voices of children can be heard buzzing in the school. Fear came over Filip: “What if the teacher drives me away?” And he began to think what to do. To go back - the dog will eat again, to go to school - he is afraid of the teacher. A woman walked past the school with a bucket and said:

- Everyone is studying, but why are you standing here? Filipok went to school. In the senets he took off his hat and opened the door. The whole school was full of children. Everyone shouted their own, and the teacher in a red scarf walked in the middle.

- What are you doing? - he shouted at Filip. Filipok grabbed his hat and said nothing.

- Who are you?

Filipok was silent.

-Or are you dumb?

Filipok was so frightened that he could not speak.

- Well, go home if you don’t want to talk.

And Filipok would have been glad to say something, but his throat was dry from fear. He looked at the teacher and began to cry. Then the teacher felt sorry for him. He stroked his head and asked the guys who this boy was.

End of introductory fragment.

Our ship was anchored off the coast of Africa. It was a beautiful day, a fresh wind was blowing from the sea; but in the evening the weather changed: it became stuffy and, as if from a heated stove, hot air from the Sahara desert was blowing towards us.

Before sunset, the captain came out onto the deck and shouted: “Swim!” - and in one minute the sailors jumped into the water, lowered the sail into the water, tied it and set up a bath in the sail.

There were two boys with us on the ship. The boys were the first to jump into the water, but they were cramped in the sail, and they decided to race against each other in the open sea.

Both, like lizards, stretched out in the water and, with all their strength, swam to the place where there was a barrel above the anchor.

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

- Let me in.

Wolf said:

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

One man had a big house, and there was a big stove in the house; and this man’s family was small: only himself and his wife.

When winter came, a man began to light the stove and burned all his wood in one month. There was nothing to heat it with, and it was cold.

A man was riding a boat and dropped precious pearls into the sea. The man returned to the shore, took a bucket and began to scoop up water and pour it onto the ground. He scooped and poured out for three days tirelessly.

On the fourth day a merman came out of the sea and asked:

Why are you scooping?

The man says:

I realize that I dropped the pearl.

The merman asked:

Will you stop soon?

The man says:

When I dry up the sea, then I will stop.

Then the merman returned to the sea, brought those same pearls and gave them to the man.

There were two sisters: Volga and Vazuza. They began to argue which of them was smarter and who would live better.

Volga said:

Why should we argue - we are both getting older. Let's leave the house tomorrow morning and go our separate ways; then we will see which of the two will go through better and come to the Khvalynsk kingdom sooner.

Vazuza agreed, but deceived Volga. As soon as the Volga fell asleep, Vazuza ran at night along the direct road to the Khvalynsk kingdom.

When Volga got up and saw that her sister had left, she quietly and quickly went her way and caught up with Vazuzu.

The wolf wanted to catch a sheep from the herd and went into the wind so that dust from the herd would blow on him.

The sheepdog saw him and said:

It’s in vain, wolf, that you walk in the dust, your eyes will hurt.

And the wolf says:

That’s the trouble, little dog, that my eyes have been hurting for a long time, but they say that dust from a flock of sheep heals my eyes well.

The wolf choked on a bone and could not breathe out. He called the crane and said:

Come on, you crane, you have a long neck, stick your head down my throat and pull out the bone: I will reward you.

The crane stuck his head in, pulled out a bone and said:

Give me a reward.

The wolf gritted his teeth and said:

Or is it not enough reward for you that I didn’t bite your head off when it was in my teeth?

The wolf wanted to get close to the foal. He approached the herd and said:

Why is your foal limping alone? Or do you not know how to heal? We wolves have such a medicine that there will never be lameness.

The mare is alone and says:

Do you know how to treat?

How can you not know?

So, treat my right hind leg, something in the hoof hurts.

Wolf and goat

The category is made up of Russian life, mainly from village life. Data on natural history and history are given in the simple form of fairy tales and artistic stories. Most stories deal with a moral theme, occupying only a few lines.

Stories and fairy tales, written Lvom Nikolaevich Tolstoy for textbooks, rich and varied in content; they represent a valuable contribution to domestic and world literature for children. Most of these fairy tales and stories are still in books for reading in primary school. It is reliably known how seriously he took Lev Tolstoy to writing little fairy tales for children, how much he worked on them, remaking the fairy tale many times. But the most important thing is Tolstoy's little stories the fact that their creator is concerned about the moral side and the topic of education. These stories contain hints from which one must be able to draw good, good, moral lessons.

Lev Nikolaevich Tolstoy often used a genre that everyone understood and loved fables, in which, through allegories, he unobtrusively and carefully presented completely different edifications and intricate morals. Stories and fairy tales on proverb topics Lev Tolstoy instill in the child hard work, courage, honesty and kindness. Representing a kind of small lesson - memorable and bright, fable or proverb teaches understanding of folk wisdom, learning figurative languages, and the ability to determine the value of human actions in a generalized form.

Victorian Jane recently published an article about a new series of children's books with illustrations by Pakhomov. I’m very glad that such a series came out, because... I have one book with illustrations by Pakhomov - L.N. Tolstoy, Stories from the ABC, and this is one of my favorite books. The illustrations are remembered forever, they are alive and real - wonderful children of old bygone times, folk life...

I am publishing all the spreads of my old book. Kaliningrad, Yantarny Skaz publishing house, 1992. A4 format. The book is not very old, but it is looked at often, and even the hard cover is already worn out; now the book can be updated, since new editions have been published. And supplement it with other books with illustrations by this wonderful artist.

ABOUT THE ARTIST OF THIS BOOK A.F. PAKHOMOV

Book cover.

Alexey Fedorovich Pakhomov was born in the village of Varlamovo, Vologda province, into a peasant family. His father was the only literate person in the entire village, so there was paper in the house.

From the age of five, the boy became interested in drawing, and his father proudly covered the hut with his son’s works. At the age of six, like Tolstoy’s Filipok, the boy went to school.

Word of his extraordinary artistic abilities reached the family of the leader of the nobility Yu. Zubov, a famous lover and connoisseur of the arts. The Zubovs took an active part in the fate of the young artist.

Having graduated from the zemstvo school and district school in Kadnikov, Pakhomov (with funds raised on the initiative of the Zubovs among the local intelligentsia) went to Petrograd in 1915. Here he graduated in 1922 from the Stieglitz School of Drawing, and then, with brilliant success, from the Academy of Arts.

Young Pakhomov became a major original painter and author of monumental paintings. At the same time, he began working as an illustrator for children's magazines New Robinson, Hedgehog and Chizh in collaboration with E. Charushin, Yu. Vasnetsov, V. Kurdov.

A.F. Pakhomov stood at the origins of the young Leningrad Detizdat, headed by S. Marshak and V. Lebedev. Books by E. Shvarts, M. Zoshchenko, S. Marshak, V. Mayakovsky, R. Kipling, D. Swift and many other authors were published here with illustrations by A. Pakhomov.

Drawings for Russian classics - the works of Pushkin, Nekrasov, L. Tolstoy - are filled with special Pakhomov warmth, poetry and the unconditional truth of life.

The world of Tolstoy's ABC was native to the artist. Pakhomov himself wrote: Respect for the peasantry was the main motive of my illustrations for the ABC. ... I wanted to put into the drawing everything beautiful that was preserved in my soul about the wonderful time of my peasant childhood, which coincided with the last years of Leo Tolstoy’s life.

Love for this world, real knowledge of it and the classical skill of the artist make the ABC not just one of the books for the first reading, but also the ABC of Russian folk life for children.

Stories from Leo Tolstoy's alphabet with illustrations by Alexey Pakhomov

Book cover.

Stories from Leo Tolstoy's alphabet with illustrations by Alexey Pakhomov.

Today I will read the entire fairy tale from the book, it’s not difficult for me.

Grusha didn’t have a doll, she took some hay, made a rope out of the hay, and it was her doll; she called her Masha. She took this Masha in her arms.
- Sleep. Masha! Sleep. daughter! bye, bye, bye!

Petya crawled and stood on his feet. If he wants to step, he is afraid. Almost fell. His mother grabbed him and carried him.

It was winter, but it was warm. There was a lot of snow. The children were on the pond. They took it in the snow and laid the doll.
My hands were cold. But the doll came out great. There was a pipe in the doll's mouth. The doll's eyes were coals.

Mom has a lot to do.
Mom needs to sew, wash, weave and bake.

Masha had an aunt. Masha came and sat down on the bench. Aunt gave Masha two pieces of melon. Masha brought melons to her brother Petya.

The children found a hedgehog on the grass.
- Take it. Vasya, in your arms.
- I feel prickly.
- Well, put your hat on the ground; and I'll throw it into my hat. The hat was too small, and the children left without taking the hedgehog.

There were chocks in the meadow. The children took these logs and built the hut. First the walls, then the roof. And there was a pipe on the roof, and there were doors on the corner.
The hut was not small, but the doors were too small for the doll. The children removed the roof and the dolls sat on top of it.

The cat was sleeping on the roof, clenching its paws. A bird sat down next to the cat. Don't sit close, little bird, cats are cunning.

The jackdaw wanted to drink. There was a jug of water in the yard, and the jug only had water at the bottom. Jackdaw was out of reach.
She began throwing pebbles into the jug and added so many that the water became higher and could be drunk.

BREAD IS PRODUCED WITH IRON

The woman was carrying a bucket of water. The bucket was thin. Water flowed onto the ground. And the woman was glad that it became easier to carry.
I came, took off the bucket, but there was no water.

The grandmother had a granddaughter; Before, the granddaughter was small and kept sleeping, and the grandmother herself baked bread, chalked the hut, washed, sewed, spun and weaved for her granddaughter; and then the grandmother became old and lay down on the stove and kept sleeping. And the granddaughter baked, washed, sewed, weaved and spun for her grandmother.

Bug carried a bone across the bridge.

LIAR (fable).

TWO COMRADES (fable).

In one village, two peasant girls went to pick mushrooms. One was called Fekolka, and the other Nastka.

HOW THE AUNT TALKED ABOUT HOW SHE LEARNED TO SEW (Story).

Old grandfather and granddaughter (fable).

Lion and dog (true).

Father and sons. Old man and apple trees.

Riddles, sayings, and about the artist.

Book imprint.

Back side of the book.

Children in the drawings of Alexey Pakhomov
New items in the Ladushki series (illustrations by Vasnetsov)
Ladushki - books with illustrations by Vasnetsov
Dog, cat, cat and chicken
Alexandre Benois: ABC in pictures

This book for family reading contains the best works of Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy, which have been loved by both preschool children and demanding teenagers for more than a century.

The main characters of the stories are children, “troubled”, “dexterous”, and therefore close to modern boys and girls. The book teaches love - for man and for everything that surrounds him: nature, animals, native land. She is kind and bright, like all the works of a brilliant writer.

Artists Nadezhda Lukina, Irina and Alexander Chukavin.

Lev Tolstoy
All the best for children

STORIES

Filipok

There was a boy, his name was Philip.

Once all the boys went to school. Philip took his hat and wanted to go too. But his mother told him:

Where are you going, Filipok?

To school.

You’re still young, don’t go,” and his mother left him at home.

The guys went to school. Father left for the forest in the morning, mother went to daily work. Filipok and grandma remained in the hut on the stove. Filip became bored alone, his grandmother fell asleep, and he began to look for his hat. I couldn’t find mine, so I took my father’s old one and went to school.

The school was outside the village near the church. When Philip walked through his settlement, the dogs did not touch him, they knew him. But when he went out to other people’s yards, Zhuchka jumped out, barked, and behind Zhuchka was a big dog, Volchok. Filipok started to run, the dogs followed him. Filipok began to scream, tripped and fell.

A man came out, drove the dogs away and said:

Where are you, little shooter, running alone?

Filipok said nothing, picked up the floors and started running at full speed.

He ran to the school. There is no one on the porch, but in the school you can hear the voices of the children buzzing. Fear came over Filip: “What, as a teacher, will drive me away?” And he began to think what to do. To go back - the dog will eat again, to go to school - he is afraid of the teacher.

A woman walked past the school with a bucket and said:

Everyone is studying, but why are you standing here?

Filipok went to school. In the senets he took off his hat and opened the door. The whole school was full of children. Everyone shouted their own, and the teacher in a red scarf walked in the middle.

What are you doing? - he shouted at Filip.

Filipok grabbed his hat and said nothing.

Who are you?

Filipok was silent.

Or are you dumb?

Filipok was so frightened that he could not speak.

Well, go home if you don’t want to talk.

This is Filipok, Kostyushkin’s brother, he has been asking to go to school for a long time, but his mother won’t let him, and he came to school on the sly.

Well, sit on the bench next to your brother, and I’ll ask your mother to let you go to school.

The teacher began to show Filipok the letters, but Filipok already knew them and could read a little.

Well, put your name down.

Filipok said:

Hve-i-hvi, le-i-li, pe-ok-pok.

Everyone laughed.

Well done, said the teacher. -Who taught you to read?

Filipok dared and said:

Kosciuszka. I'm poor, I immediately understood everything. I am passionately so clever!

The teacher laughed and said:

Stop boasting and learn.

Since then, Filipok began going to school with the children.

Disputants

Two people on the street found a book together and began to argue about who should take it.

A third walked by and asked:

So why do you need a book? You are arguing just like two bald men were fighting over a comb, but there was nothing to scratch yourself.

Lazy daughter

The mother and daughter took out a tub of water and wanted to take it to the hut.

The daughter said:

It’s hard to carry, let me add some salt to the water.

Mother said:

You’ll drink it yourself at home, but if you add salt, you’ll have to go another time.

The daughter said:

I won’t drink at home, but here I’ll be drunk for the whole day.

Old grandfather and grandson

Grandfather became very old. His legs did not walk, his eyes did not see, his ears did not hear, he had no teeth. And when he ate, it flowed backwards from his mouth. His son and daughter-in-law stopped sitting him at the table and let him dine at the stove.

They brought him lunch in a cup. He wanted to move it, but he dropped it and broke it. The daughter-in-law began to scold the old man for ruining everything in the house and breaking cups, and said that now she would give him dinner in a basin. The old man just sighed and said nothing.

One day a husband and wife are sitting at home and watching - their son is playing on the floor with planks - he is working on something. The father asked:

Why are you doing this, Misha?

And Misha says:

This is me, father, making the basin. When you and your mother are too old to feed you from this tub.

The husband and wife looked at each other and began to cry. They felt ashamed that they had offended the old man so much; and from then on they began to sit him at the table and look after him.

Bone

The mother bought plums and wanted to give them to the children after lunch.

They were on the plate. Vanya never ate plums and kept smelling them. And he really liked them. I really wanted to eat it. He kept walking past the plums. When there was no one in the upper room, he could not resist, grabbed one plum and ate it.

Before dinner, the mother counted the plums and saw that one was missing. She told her father.

At dinner my father says:

Well, children, did anyone eat one plum?

Everyone said:

Vanya blushed like a lobster and said the same.

Three Bears

(Fairy tale)

One girl left home for the forest. She got lost in the forest and began to look for the way home, but didn’t find it, but came to a house in the forest.

The girl took the largest spoon and sipped from the largest cup; then she took a middle spoon and sipped from the middle cup, then she took a small spoon and sipped from the blue cup; and Mishutka’s stew seemed to her the best.

The girl wanted to sit down and saw three chairs at the table: one large, Mikhail Ivanovich’s, another smaller one, Nastasya Petrovnin’s, and a third, small one, with a blue cushion, Mishutkin’s. She climbed onto a large chair and fell; then she sat on the middle chair, it was awkward, then she sat on the small chair and laughed, it felt so good. She took the blue cup on her lap and began to eat. She ate all the stew and began to rock in her chair.

And the bears came home hungry and wanted to have dinner. The big bear took his cup, looked and roared in a terrible voice: “Who drank in my cup!”

Nastasya Petrovna looked at her cup and growled not so loudly: “Who was slurping in my cup!”

And Mishutka saw his empty cup and squealed in a thin voice: “Who sipped in my cup and swallowed it all!”

Mikhailo Ivanovich looked at his chair and growled in a terrible voice: “Who was sitting on my chair and moved it from its place!”

Nastasya Petrovna looked at the empty chair and growled not so loudly: “Who was sitting on my chair and moved it from its place!”

Mishutka looked at his broken chair and squeaked: “Who sat on my chair and broke it!”

The bears came to another room. “Who lay in my bed and rumpled it!” - Mikhailo Ivanovich roared in a terrible voice. “Who lay in my bed and rumpled it!” – Nastasya Petrovna growled not so loudly. And Mishenka set up a little bench, climbed into his crib and squealed in a thin voice: “Who went to my bed!” And suddenly he saw a girl and screamed as if he was being cut: “Here she is!” Hold it, hold it! Here she is! Here she is! Ay-yay! Hold it!”