You can read Chukovsky's fairy tales from early childhood. Chukovsky's poems with fairy-tale motifs are excellent children's works, famous for their huge number of bright and memorable characters, kind and charismatic, instructive and at the same time loved by children.
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All children, without exception, love to read Chukovsky’s poems, and what can I say, adults also remember with pleasure the favorite heroes of Korney Chukovsky’s fairy tales. And even if you don’t read them to your child, a meeting with the author in kindergarten at matinees or at school during lessons will definitely happen. In this section, Chukovsky’s fairy tales can be read directly on the website, or you can download any of the works in .doc or .pdf formats.
About Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky
Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky was born in 1882 in St. Petersburg. At birth he was given a different name: Nikolai Vasilyevich Korneychukov. The boy was illegitimate, for which life more than once put him in difficult situations. His father left the family when Nikolai was still very young, and he and his mother moved to Odessa. However, failures awaited him there too: the future writer was expelled from the gymnasium, since he came “from the bottom.” Life in Odessa was not sweet for the whole family; children were often malnourished. Nikolai still showed strength of character and passed the exams, preparing for them on his own.
Chukovsky published his very first article in Odessa News, and already in 1903, two years after the first publication, the young writer went to London. He lived there for several years, working as a correspondent and studying English literature. After returning to his homeland, Chukovsky publishes his own magazine, writes a book of memoirs, and by 1907 becomes famous in literary circles, though not yet as a writer, but as a critic. Korney Chukovsky spent a lot of energy writing works about other authors, some of them are quite famous, namely, about Nekrasov, Blok, Akhmatova and Mayakovsky, about Dostoevsky, Chekhov and Sleptsov. These publications contributed to the literary fund, but did not bring fame to the author.
Poems by Chukovsky. The beginning of a career as a children's poet
Nevertheless, Korney Ivanovich remained in memory as a children’s writer; it was Chukovsky’s children’s poems that brought his name into history for many years. The author began writing fairy tales quite late. Korney Chukovsky's first fairy tale, The Crocodile, was written in 1916. Moidodyr and Cockroach were published only in 1923.
Not many people know that Chukovsky was an excellent child psychologist, he knew how to feel and understand children, he described all his observations and knowledge in detail and cheerfully in a special book, “From Two to Five,” which was first published in 1933. In 1930, having experienced several personal tragedies, the writer began to devote most of his time to writing memoirs and translating works of foreign authors.
In the 1960s, Chukovsky became obsessed with the idea of presenting the Bible in a children's way. Other writers were also involved in the work, but the first edition of the book was completely destroyed by the authorities. Already in the 21st century, this book was published, and you can find it under the title “The Tower of Babel and other biblical legends.” The writer spent the last days of his life at his dacha in Peredelkino. There he met with children, read them his own poems and fairy tales, and invited famous people.
Details Category: Author's and literary fairy tales Published 10/09/2017 19:07 Views: 935“They often say about children’s writers: he was a child himself. This can be said about Chukovsky with much greater justification than about any other author” (L. Panteleev “The Gray-haired Child”).
The passion for children's literature, which made Chukovsky famous, began relatively late, when he was already a famous critic: he wrote his first fairy tale “Crocodile” in 1916.
Then his other fairy tales appeared, making his name extremely popular. He himself wrote about it this way: “All my other works are overshadowed to such an extent by my children’s fairy tales that in the minds of many readers, except for “Moidodyrs” and “Fly-Tsokotukha”, I wrote nothing at all.” In fact, Chukovsky was a journalist, publicist, translator, and literary critic. However, let's take a brief look at his biography.
From the biography of K.I. Chukovsky (1882-1969)
I.E. Repin. Portrait of the poet Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky (1910)
Chukovsky's real name is Nikolay Vasilievich Korneychukov. He was born in St. Petersburg on March 19 (31), 1882. His mother was peasant woman Ekaterina Osipovna Korneychukova, and his father was Emmanuil Solomonovich Levenson, in whose family Korney Chukovsky’s mother lived as a servant. He had an older sister, Maria, but soon after the birth of Nikolai, his father left his illegitimate family and married “a woman of his circle,” moving to Baku. Chukovsky’s mother and children moved to Odessa.
The boy studied at the Odessa gymnasium (his classmate was the future writer Boris Zhitkov), but he was expelled from the fifth grade due to his low origin.
Since 1901, Chukovsky began publishing in Odessa News, and in 1903, as a correspondent for this newspaper, he went to London, having learned English on his own.
Returning to Odessa in 1904, he was captured by the 1905 revolution.
In 1906, Korney Ivanovich came to the Finnish town of Kuokkala (now Repino near St. Petersburg), where he met and became friends with the artist Ilya Repin, the writer Korolenko and Mayakovsky. Chukovsky lived here for about 10 years. From the combination of the words Chukovsky and Kuokkala, “Chukokkala” (invented by Repin) is formed - the name of the handwritten humorous almanac that Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky kept until the last days of his life.
K.I. Chukovsky
In 1907, Chukovsky published translations of Walt Whitman and from that time began writing critical literary articles. His most famous books about the work of his contemporaries are “The Book about Alexander Blok” (“Alexander Blok as a Man and a Poet”) and “Akhmatova and Mayakovsky.”
In 1908, his critical essays about the writers Chekhov, Balmont, Blok, Sergeev-Tsensky, Kuprin, Gorky, Artsybashev, Merezhkovsky, Bryusov and others were published, included in the collection “From Chekhov to the Present Day.”
In 1917, Chukovsky began writing a literary work about Nekrasov, his favorite poet, finishing it in 1926. He studied the biography and work of other writers of the 19th century. (Chekhov, Dostoevsky, Sleptsov).
But the circumstances of the Soviet era turned out to be ungrateful for critical activity, and Chukovsky suspended it.
In the 1930s, Chukovsky studied the theory of literary translation and actual translations into Russian (M. Twain, O. Wilde, R. Kipling, etc., including in the form of “retellings” for children).
In the 1960s, K. Chukovsky conceived a retelling of the Bible for children, but this work was not published due to the anti-religious position of the Soviet government. The book was published in 1990.
At the dacha in Peredelkino, where Chukovsky lived constantly in recent years, he constantly communicated with the surrounding children, read poetry, and invited famous people to meetings: famous pilots, artists, writers, poets.
Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky died on October 28, 1969. He was buried in Peredelkino. His museum operates in Peredelkino.
Fairy tales by K.I. Chukovsky
"Aibolit" (1929)
1929 is the year of publication of this fairy tale in verse; it was written earlier. The plot of this fairy tale, beloved by all children, is extremely simple: Doctor Aibolit goes to Africa, to the Limpopo River, to treat sick animals. On his way, he is helped by wolves, a whale and eagles. Aibolit works selflessly for 10 days and successfully cures all patients. His main medicines are chocolate and eggnog.
Doctor Aibolit is the embodiment of kindness and compassion for others.
Good Doctor Aibolit!
He is sitting under a tree.
Come to him for treatment
And the cow and the she-wolf,
And the bug and the worm,
And a bear!
Finding himself in difficult circumstances, Aibolit first of all thinks not about himself, but about those to whom he rushes to help:
But here in front of them is the sea -
It rages and makes noise in the open space.
And there is a high wave in the sea.
Now she will swallow Aibolit.
"Oh, if I drown,
If I go down,
What will happen to them, to the sick,
With my forest animals?
But then a whale swims out:
“Sit on me, Aibolit,
And, like a big ship,
I’ll take you ahead!”
The fairy tale is written in such simple language as children usually speak, so it is so easy to remember, children easily learn it by heart after reading it several times. The emotionality of the fairy tale, its accessibility for children and the obvious, but not intrusive educational meaning make this fairy tale (and other fairy tales of the writer) a favorite children's reading.
Since 1938, films began to be made based on the fairy tale “Aibolit”. In 1966, the musical feature film “Aibolit-66” directed by Rolan Bykov was released. In 1973, N. Chervinskaya made a puppet cartoon “Aibolit and Barmaley” based on a fairy tale by Chukovsky. In 1984-1985 director D. Cherkassky shot a cartoon in seven episodes about Doctor Aibolit based on Chukovsky’s works “Aibolit”, “Barmaley”, “Cockroach”, “Tsokotukha Fly”, “Stolen Sun” and “Telephone”.
"Cockroach" (1921)
Although the fairy tale is for children, adults also have something to think about after reading it. Children learn that in one animal kingdom, the calm and joyful life of animals and insects was suddenly destroyed by an evil cockroach.
The bears were driving
By bike.
And behind them is a cat
Backwards.
And behind him are mosquitoes
On a hot air balloon.
And behind them are crayfish
On a lame dog.
Wolves on a mare.
Lions in a car.
Bunnies
On a tram.
Toad on a broom... They ride and laugh,
They are chewing gingerbread.
Suddenly from the gateway
Scary giant
Red-haired and mustachioed
Cockroach!
Cockroach, Cockroach, Cockroach!
The idyll is broken:
He growls and screams
And he moves his mustache:
"Wait, don't rush,
I'll swallow you up in no time!
I’ll swallow it, I’ll swallow it, I won’t have mercy.”
The animals trembled
They fainted.
Wolves from fright
They ate each other.
Poor crocodile
Swallowed the toad.
And the elephant, trembling all over,
So she sat on the hedgehog.
So the Cockroach became the winner,
And the ruler of forests and fields.
The animals submitted to the mustachioed one.
(God damn him!)
So they trembled until the Cockroach was eaten by a sparrow. It turns out that fear has big eyes, and it is so easy to intimidate the stupid inhabitants.
“I took and pecked a cockroach. So the giant is gone!”
Illustration by V. Konashevich
Then there was the concern -
Dive into the swamp for the moon
And nail it to heaven!
Adults in this fairy tale will easily see the theme of power and terror. Literary critics have long pointed to the prototypes of the fairy tale “The Cockroach” - Stalin and his henchmen. Perhaps this is true.
“Moidodyr” (1923) and “Fedorino’s grief” (1926)
Both of these tales share a common theme - a call for cleanliness and neatness. The writer himself spoke about the fairy tale “Moidodyr” in a letter to A. B. Khalatov: “Am I alienated from trends in my children’s books. Not at all! For example, the “Moidodyr” trend is a passionate call for little ones to be clean and to wash themselves. I think that in a country where until recently they said about anyone brushing their teeth, “Gee, gee, you see, he’s a Jew!” this trend is worth all the others. I know hundreds of cases where “Moidodyr” played the role of People’s Commissar of Health for little ones.”
The tale is narrated from the boy's point of view. Things suddenly start running away from him. The talking washbasin Moidodyr appears and reports that the things ran away because he was dirty.
Irons behind boots,
Boots for pies,
Pies behind the irons,
The poker behind the sash...
By order of Moidodyr, brushes and soap attack the boy and begin to wash him forcibly. The boy breaks free and runs out into the street, but a washcloth flies after him. A Crocodile walking down the street swallows a washcloth, after which he threatens the boy that he will swallow him too if he does not wash himself. The boy runs to wash his face, and his things are returned to him. The tale ends with a hymn to purity:
Long live scented soap,
And a fluffy towel,
And tooth powder
And a thick comb!
Let's wash, splash,
Swim, dive, tumble
In the tub, in the trough, in the tub,
In the river, in the stream, in the ocean, -
And in the bath, and in the bathhouse,
Anytime and anywhere -
Eternal glory to the water!
The monument to Moidodyr opened in Moscow in Sokolniki Park on July 2, 2012 on Pesochnaya Alley, next to the children's playground. The author of the monument is St. Petersburg sculptor Marcel Corober
And this monument to Moidodyr was installed in the children's park in Novopolotsk (Belarus)
Two cartoons were made based on the fairy tale - in 1939 and 1954.
In the fairy tale “Fedorino's Grief,” all the dishes, kitchen utensils, cutlery and other household necessities ran away from Grandma Fedora. The reason is the sloppiness and laziness of the housewife. The dishes are tired of being unwashed.
When Fedora realized the horror of her existence without the dishes, she repented of what she had done and decided to catch up with the dishes and negotiate with her to return them.
And behind them along the fence
Fedora's grandmother gallops:
"Oh oh oh! Oh oh oh!
Come home!”
The dish itself already feels that she has very little strength for the further journey, and when she sees that the repentant Fedora is following on her heels, she promises to reform and take up cleanliness, she agrees to return to the mistress:
And the rolling pin said:
“I feel sorry for Fedor.”
And the cup said:
“Oh, she’s a poor thing!”
And the saucers said:
“We should go back!”
And the irons said:
“We are not Fedora’s enemies!”
I kissed you for a long, long time
And she caressed them,
She watered and washed.
She rinsed them.
Other tales by Chukovsky:
"Confusion" (1914)
"Crocodile" (1916)
"The Cluttering Fly" (1924)
"Telephone" (1924)
"Barmaley" (1925)
"Stolen Sun" (1927)
"Toptygin and Lisa" (1934)
"The Adventures of Bibigon" (1945)
Fairy tales by K.I. Chukovsky was illustrated by many artists: V. Suteev, V. Konashevich, Yu. Vasnetsov, M. Miturich and others.
Why children love K.I. Chukovsky
K.I. Chukovsky always emphasized that a fairy tale should not only entertain the little reader, but also teach him. He wrote in 1956 about the purpose of fairy tales: “It is to cultivate humanity in a child at any cost - this marvelous ability of a person to worry about other people’s misfortunes, to rejoice at the joys of another, to experience someone else’s fate as if it were his own. Storytellers are trying to ensure that a child from an early age learns to mentally participate in the lives of imaginary people and animals and in this way breaks out of the narrow framework of egocentric interests and feelings. And since, when listening, it is common for a child to take the side of the kind, courageous, unjustly offended, whether it be Ivan Tsarevich, or a runaway bunny, or a fearless mosquito, or just a “piece of wood in a ripple,” - our whole task is to to awaken, educate, strengthen in a receptive child's soul this precious ability to empathize, sympathize and rejoice, without which a person is not a person. Only this ability, instilled from early childhood and brought in the process of development to the highest level, created and will continue to create the Bestuzhevs, Pirogovs, Nekrasovs, Chekhovs, Gorkys...”
Chukovsky's views are practically brought to life in his fairy tales. In the article “Working on a Fairy Tale,” he indicated that his task was to adapt to the little children as much as possible, to instill in them our “adult ideas about hygiene” (“Moidodyr”), about respect for things (“Fedorino’s Mountain”) , and all this at a high literary level, accessible to children.
The writer introduced a lot of educational material into his fairy tales. In fairy tales, he touches on themes of morality and rules of conduct. Fairy-tale images help a little person learn mercy, cultivate his moral qualities, develop creativity, imagination, and love for the artistic word. They teach them to sympathize in trouble, to help in misfortune and to rejoice in the happiness of others. And all this is done by Chukovsky unobtrusively, easily, and accessible to children’s perception.
Great ones about poetry:
Poetry is like painting: some works will captivate you more if you look at them closely, and others if you move further away.
Small cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creaking of unoiled wheels.
The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is what has gone wrong.
Marina Tsvetaeva
Of all the arts, poetry is the most susceptible to the temptation to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen splendors.
Humboldt V.
Poems are successful if they are created with spiritual clarity.
The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is usually believed.
If only you knew from what rubbish poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion on a fence, like burdocks and quinoa.
A. A. Akhmatova
Poetry is not only in verses: it is poured out everywhere, it is all around us. Look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life emanate from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.
I. S. Turgenev
For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.
G. Lichtenberg
A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. The poet makes our thoughts sing within us, not our own. By telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He's a magician. By understanding him, we become poets like him.
Where graceful poetry flows, there is no room for vanity.
Murasaki Shikibu
I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in the Russian language. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. It is through feeling that art certainly emerges. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
-...Are your poems good, tell me yourself?
- Monstrous! – Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! – the newcomer asked pleadingly.
- I promise and swear! - Ivan said solemnly...
Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "Master and Margarita"
We all write poetry; poets differ from others only in that they write in their words.
John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"
Every poem is a veil stretched over the edges of a few words. These words shine like stars, and because of them the poem exists.
Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
Ancient poets, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. This is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times there is certainly hidden an entire Universe, filled with miracles - often dangerous for those who carelessly awaken the dozing lines.
Max Fry. "Chatty Dead"
I gave one of my clumsy hippopotamuses this heavenly tail:...
Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea, and not a plague!
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky
Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore, drive away the critics. They are just pathetic sippers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let poetry seem to him like an absurd moo, a chaotic pile-up of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from a boring mind, a glorious song sounding on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.
Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"
Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing more than pure poetry that has rejected the word.
More than one generation has grown up on the fairy tales of K. Chukovsky. They talk about animals and people, their vices and virtues. Fairy tales are interesting and entertaining. Touch the work of the famous author by reading the works of Korney Chukovsky for children, a list of which is presented below.
The fairy tale talks about the need for daily water procedures. In it, K. Chukovsky talks about a boy who was a real dirty guy. So I went to bed unwashed. When he woke up, he noticed that all the objects he wanted to touch were running away from him. On top of everything, a washbasin named Moidodyr comes out of his mother’s bedroom and begins to shame him. After trying to escape, the boy realizes how important cleanliness is and corrects his mistake.
The author of the fairy tale talks about how different animals call him all day long. Each of them has their own requests. The elephant needs chocolate, the crocodile needs galoshes for dinner for the whole family, the bunnies need gloves, the monkeys need books. The phone doesn't stop ringing throughout the day. In the end, the author selflessly decides to save the hippopotamus trapped in the swamp.
This is an entertaining fairy tale in which K. Chukovsky tells about the trouble that happened to the heroine. Due to Fedora's careless management of the household, all her household utensils ran away from her. The dishes, shovel, irons and plates no longer wanted to serve the slob. Dirt, cobwebs, and cockroaches have accumulated in the house. Realizing that she was wrong, Fedora persuades everyone to return, promising to fix everything. After cleaning, the grateful dishes treated the hostess to delicious pies and pancakes.
The fairy tale “The Stolen Sun” tells a terrible story about how a crocodile deprived everyone of the sun. He shamelessly swallowed the heavenly body. Because of this, it became dark and all the animals were scared. But no one wants to go to the crocodile to help out the sun. Then they ran to the Bear to ask for help. He went to the swamp, ran into a crocodile and released the sun to the joy of everyone.
In the work “The Cockroach,” the reader learns the story of how the Cockroach imagined himself invincible. He was able to scare not only small animals, but even crocodiles, rhinoceroses and an elephant. The animals submitted to the Cockroach and were ready to give their children to him for food. But the fearless sparrow saw an ordinary mustachioed insect in front of him and ate it. To celebrate, the animals staged a grand celebration and began to praise the savior. So the beast was not as great as he thought of himself.
The fairy tale “The Miracle Tree” is a story about an amazing tree. Instead of flowers and fruits, shoes and stockings grow on it. Thanks to the tree, poor children will no longer wear tattered galoshes and torn boots. Shoes are already ripe so that everyone can come up and choose new galoshes or boots. Whoever needs it will find stockings and gaiters on the miracle tree. Thanks to him, now no one will freeze in winter.
The fairy tale is about the confrontation between people and animals. The leader of the animals was the Crocodile, who visited Petrograd and, outraged by the situation of his brothers in the Zoo, incited the wild animals to go to the city and rescue their friends. In the city he is confronted by Vanya Vasilchikov, who drives away the attackers. However, the animals captured Lyalya. Having entered into negotiations with them, Vanya frees the girl and agrees on the peaceful coexistence of people and animals.
“The Tskotukha Fly” is a fairy tale about the celebration of the main character’s name day. Mukha, having found the money, bought a samovar and had a grand celebration. Bugs, cockroaches and even a grandmother bee came to visit her. When the spider villain appeared at the celebration, all the guests got scared and hid. Mukha would not have lived if Komarik had not rushed to her aid. He rescued the birthday girl and wished to marry her. In gratitude, Mukha agreed to marry him.
The fairy tale “Aibolit and the Sparrow” tells the story of a poor bird that was bitten by a snake. After being bitten, the young sparrow was unable to fly and fell ill. The bug-eyed frog took pity on him and took him to the doctor. Along the way, they were joined by a hedgehog and a firefly. Together they brought the patient to Aibolit. Doctor Sparrow treated him all night and saved him from certain death. This is how Aibolit treats animals, but they even forget to say thank you.
The work “Barmaley” is a warning to young children about the dangers that await them in Africa. There are terrible animals there that can bite and beat you. But the most terrible thing is Barmaley, who can eat children. But Tanya and Vanya disobeyed the instructions and, while their parents were sleeping, went to Africa. Their journey did not last long - they soon came to Barmaley. If it were not for Doctor Aibolit and Crocodile, it is unknown what would have happened to the naughty children.
In the fairy tale "Sandwich" the main character is an inanimate object - a ham sandwich. One day he wanted to go for a walk. And to make it more fun, he lured a bun along with him. The teacups saw this and shouted a warning to the sandwich. They dissuaded the restless person from leaving the gate. After all, Mura might eat him there. This is how, sometimes, a person does not listen to the common sense opinions of others and suffers from it.
The fairy tale “Confusion” is a fascinating lullaby for little children. In it, K. Chukovsky talks about an emergency situation when animals wanted to make sounds that were unusual for them. The kittens wanted to grunt, the ducklings wanted to croak, and the sparrow generally mooed like a cow. Only the bunny did not succumb to the general disgrace. Everything fell into place only after the fire at sea, which was caused by chanterelles, was extinguished. Such confusion does not lead to anything good.
The work “The Adventure of Bibigon” describes the adventures of a fairy-tale creature. The main character, Bibigon, lives at the author’s dacha. Accidents happen to him all the time. Then he will enter into single combat with a turkey, whom he considers a sorcerer. Then he decides to ride on a holey galosh, pretending to be a sailor. In different parts of the tale, his opponents were a spider, a bee, and a crow. After Bibigon brought his sister Cincinela, he had to fight with a turkey, which he defeated.
The fairy tale “Toptygin and the Fox” tells the story of a Bear who did not have a tail. He decided to correct this misunderstanding and went to Aibolit. The good doctor decided to help the poor fellow and offered to choose a tail. However, the Fox fooled the Bear, and, on her advice, he chose a peacock's tail. With such decoration, the clubfoot became noticeable, and he was soon caught by hunters. This is what happens to those who follow the lead of the cunning people.
In the fairy tale “The Crooked Song,” the author talks about a strange place where people and objects are twisted. Man and grandmother, mice and wolves and even Christmas trees are deformed. The river, the path, the bridge - everything is crooked. No one except K. Chukovsky knows where this strange and amazing place is, where crooked people and animals live and rejoice. A funny description of a world that does not exist in reality.
1 part
Good Doctor Aibolit!
He is sitting under a tree.
Come to him for treatment
And the cow and the she-wolf,
And the bug and the worm,
And a bear!
He will heal everyone, he will heal everyone
Good Doctor Aibolit!
part 2
And the fox came to Aibolit:
“Oh, I was bitten by a wasp!”
And the watchdog came to Aibolit:
“A chicken pecked me on the nose!”
And the hare came running
And she screamed: “Ay, ah!
My bunny got hit by a tram!
My bunny, my boy
Got hit by a tram!
He ran along the path
And his legs were cut,
And now he's sick and lame,
My little bunny!”
And Aibolit said: “It doesn’t matter!
Give it here!
I'll sew him new legs,
He will run along the track again.”
And they brought a bunny to him,
So sick, lame,
And the doctor sewed his legs.
And the bunny jumps again.
And with him the mother hare
I also went dancing.
And she laughs and shouts:
“Well, thank you, Aibolit!”
Part 3
Suddenly a jackal came from somewhere
He rode on a mare:
“Here is a telegram for you
From Hippopotamus!
"Come, doctor,
To Africa soon
And save me, doctor,
Our babies!
"What's happened? Really
Are your children sick?
"Yes Yes Yes! They have a sore throat
Scarlet fever, cholera,
Diphtheria, appendicitis,
Malaria and bronchitis!
Come quickly
Good Doctor Aibolit!”
"Okay, okay, I'll run,
I will help your children.
But where do you live?
On the mountain or in the swamp?
"We live in Zanzibar,
In the Kalahari and Sahara,
On Mount Fernando Po,
Where does Hippo walk?
Along the wide Limpopo.
Part 4
And Aibolit stood up and Aibolit ran.
He runs through fields, through forests, through meadows.
And Aibolit repeats only one word:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
And in his face the wind, and snow, and hail:
“Hey, Aibolit, come back!”
And Aibolit fell and lies in the snow:
And now to him from behind the tree
Shaggy wolves run out:
“Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback,
We’ll get you there quickly!”
And Aibolit galloped forward
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
Part 5
But here in front of them is the sea -
It rages and makes noise in the open space.
And there is a high wave in the sea,
Now she will swallow Aibolit.
"Oh, if I drown,
If I go down.
With my forest animals?
But then a whale swims out:
“Sit on me, Aibolit,
And, like a big ship,
I’ll take you ahead!”
And sat on the whale Aibolit
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
Part 6
And the mountains stand in front of him on the way,
And he begins to crawl through the mountains,
And the mountains are getting higher, and the mountains are getting steeper,
And the mountains go under the very clouds!
"Oh, if I don't get there,
If I get lost on the way,
What will happen to them, to the sick,
With my forest animals?
And now from a high cliff
Eagles flew to Aibolit:
“Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback,
We’ll get you there quickly!”
And Aibolit sat on the eagle
And only one word repeats:
"Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!"
Part 7
And in Africa,
And in Africa,
On black
Sits and cries
Sad Hippopo.
He's in Africa, he's in Africa
Sits under a palm tree
And by sea from Africa
He looks without rest:
Isn't he going on a boat?
Dr. Aibolit?
And they prowl along the road
Elephants and rhinoceroses
And they say angrily:
“Why is there no Aibolit?”
And there are hippos nearby
Grabbing their tummies:
They, the hippos,
Stomachs hurt.
And then the ostrich chicks
They squeal like piglets.
Oh, it's a pity, a pity, a pity
Poor ostriches!
They have measles and diphtheria,
They have smallpox and bronchitis,
And their head hurts
And my throat hurts.
They lie and rave:
“Well, why isn’t he going?
Well, why isn’t he going?
Dr. Aibolit?"
And she took a nap next to her
toothy shark,
toothy shark
Lying in the sun.
Oh, her little ones,
Poor baby sharks
It's been twelve days already
My teeth hurt!
And a dislocated shoulder
The poor grasshopper's;
He doesn't jump, he doesn't jump,
And he cries bitterly
And the doctor calls:
“Oh, where is the good doctor?
When will he come?
Part 8
But look, some kind of bird
It rushes closer and closer through the air.
Look, Aibolit is sitting on a bird
And he waves his hat and shouts loudly:
"Long live sweet Africa!"
And all the kids are happy and happy:
“I’ve arrived, I’ve arrived! Hooray! Hooray!"
And the bird is circling above them,
And the bird lands on the ground.
And Aibolit runs to the hippos,
And pats them on the tummies,
And everyone in order
Gives me chocolate
And sets and sets thermometers for them!
And to the striped ones
He runs to the tiger cubs
And to the poor hunchbacks
Sick camels
And every Gogol,
Mogul everyone,
Gogol-mogol,
Gogol-mogol,
Serves him with Gogol-Mogol.
Ten nights Aibolit
Doesn't eat or drink or sleep
Ten nights in a row
He heals unfortunate animals
And he sets and sets thermometers for them.
Part 9
So he cured them,
Limpopo! So he cured the sick,
Limpopo! And they went to laugh
Limpopo! And dance and play around,
And the shark Karakula
Winked with her right eye
And he laughs, and he laughs,
As if someone was tickling her.
And baby hippos
Grabbed their tummies
And they laugh and burst into tears -
So the mountains shake.
Here comes Hippo, here comes Popo,
Hippo-popo, Hippo-popo!
Here comes the Hippopotamus.
It comes from Zanzibar,
He goes to Kilimanjaro -
And he shouts and he sings:
“Glory, glory to Aibolit!
Glory to the good doctors!
Aibolit and sparrow
Fairy tale
Evil, evil, bad snake
The young man was bitten by a sparrow.
He wanted to fly away, but he couldn’t
And he cried and fell on the sand.
It hurts the little sparrow, it hurts!
And a toothless old woman came to him,
Bug-eyed green frog.
She took the little sparrow by the wing
And she led the sick man through the swamp.
Sorry little sparrow, sorry!
A hedgehog leaned out of the window:
Where are you taking him, green one?
To the doctor, dear, to the doctor.
Wait for me, old woman, under the bush,
The two of us will finish it sooner!
And all day they walk through the swamps,
They carry a little sparrow in their arms...
Suddenly the darkness of the night came,
And not a bush is visible in the swamp,
The little sparrow is scared, scared!
So they, poor things, have lost their way,
And they can't find a doctor.
We won’t find Aibolit, we won’t find it,
We will be lost in the darkness without Aibolit!
Suddenly a firefly came rushing from somewhere,
He lit his little blue lantern:
You run after me, my friends,
I feel sorry for the sick sparrow!
And they ran away
Behind his blue light
And they see: in the distance under a pine tree
The house is painted,
And there he sits on the balcony
Good gray-haired Aibolit.
He bandages a jackdaw's wing
And he tells the rabbit a fairy tale.
A gentle elephant greets them at the entrance
And he quietly leads to the doctor onto the balcony,
But the sick sparrow cries and groans.
He's getting weaker and weaker every minute,
The death of a sparrow came to him.
And the doctor takes the patient in his arms,
And treats the patient all night long,
And it heals and heals all night until the morning,
And now - look! - hurray! hooray!
The patient perked up, moved his wing,
Tweeted: chick! chick! and flew out the window.
Thank you, my friend, you cured me,
I will never forget your kindness!
And there, at the threshold, the wretched crowd:
Blind ducklings and legless squirrels,
A skinny frog with a sore stomach,
Speckled cuckoo with a broken wing
And hares bitten by wolves.
And the doctor treats them all day until sunset.
And suddenly the forest animals laughed:
We are healthy and cheerful again!
And they ran into the forest to play and jump
And they even forgot to say thank you
Forgot to say goodbye!
Moidodyr
Fairy tale
The sheet flew away
And a pillow
Like a frog
She galloped away from me.
I'm for a candle
The candle goes to the stove!
I'm for a book
Ta - run
And skipping
Under the bed!
I want to drink tea
I run to the samovar,
And the pot-bellied one is from me,
He ran away as if from fire.
What's happened,
What's happened?
From what
Everything is all around
It started spinning
Dizzy
And the wheel went off?
Irons behind boots,
Boots for pies,
Pies behind the irons,
The poker behind the sash -
Everything is spinning
And it's spinning
And it goes head over heels.
Suddenly from my mother’s bedroom,
Bowlegged and lame,
The washbasin runs out
And shakes his head:
"Oh you ugly one, oh you dirty one,
Unwashed pig!
You're blacker than a chimney sweep
Admire yourself:
There's polish on your neck,
There's a blot under your nose,
You have such hands
That even the trousers ran away,
Even pants, even pants
They ran away from you.
Early in the morning at dawn
Kittens wash themselves
And the little mice and the ducklings,
And bugs and spiders.
You weren't the only one who didn't wash your face
And I remained dirty
And ran away from the dirty
And stockings and shoes.
I am the Great Laver,
The famous Moidodyr,
Umybasnikov Head
And washcloths Commander!
If I stamp my foot,
I'll call my soldiers
There's a crowd in this room
The washbasins will fly in,
And they will bark and howl,
And their feet will knock,
And a headache for you,
To the unwashed, they will give -
Straight to the Moika
Straight to Moika
They’ll plunge headlong into it!”
He hit the copper basin
And he cried out: “Kara-baras!”
And now brushes, brushes
They crackled like rattles,
And let's rub me
Sentence:
"My, my chimney sweep
Clean, clean, clean, clean!
There will be, there will be a chimney sweep
Clean, clean, clean, clean!”
Here the soap jumped
And grabbed my hair,
And it fussed and fussed,
And it stung like a wasp.
And from a mad washcloth
I ran as if from a stick,
And she's behind me, behind me
Along Sadovaya, along Sennaya.
I'm going to the Tauride Garden,
Jumped over the fence
And she's chasing after me
And she bites like a wolf.
Suddenly, my good one comes towards me,
My favorite Crocodile.
He is with Totosha and Kokosha
I walked along the alley.
And a washcloth, like a jackdaw,
Like a jackdaw, he swallowed it.
And then how he growls
How his feet tap
“Go home now,
Wash your face,
And not how I’ll fly,
I’ll trample and swallow!”
How I started running down the street,
I ran to the washbasin again.
Soap, soap
Soap, soap
I washed myself endlessly
Wash off the wax too
And ink
From an unwashed face.
And now trousers, trousers
So they jumped into my arms.
And behind them is a pie:
“Come on, eat me, buddy!”
And behind it comes a sandwich:
He ran up and straight into his mouth!
So the book came back,
The notebook turned
And the grammar started
Dancing with arithmetic.
Here is the Great Laver,
The famous Moidodyr,
Umybasnikov Head
And washcloths Commander,
He ran up to me, dancing,
And, kissing, he said:
“Now I love you,
Now I praise you!
Finally you, dirty little thing,
Moidodyr was pleased!”
I need to wash my face
In the mornings and evenings,
And unclean
Chimney sweeps -
Shame and disgrace!
Shame and disgrace!
Long live scented soap,
And a fluffy towel,
And tooth powder
And a thick comb!
Let's wash, splash,
Swim, dive, tumble
In the tub, in the trough, in the tub,
In the river, in the stream, in the ocean, -
And in the bath, and in the bathhouse,
Anytime and anywhere -
Eternal glory to the water!
Telephone
Fairy tale
My phone rang.
Who's speaking?
From a camel.
What do you need?
Chocolate.
For whom?
For my son.
Should I send too much?
Yes, about five pounds.
Or six:
He can't eat anymore
He's still small for me!
And then I called
Crocodile
And with tears he asked:
My dear, good one,
Send me galoshes
For me, my wife, and Totosha.
Wait, isn't it for you?
Last week
I sent two pairs
Excellent galoshes?
Ah, the ones you sent
Last week,
We've already eaten a long time ago
And we can’t wait,
When will you send again
For our dinner
New and sweet galoshes!
And then the bunnies called:
Can you send me some gloves?
And then the monkeys called:
Please send me books!
And then the bear called
Yes, how he began, how he began to roar.
Wait, bear, don't roar,
Explain what you want?
But he is only "mu" and "mu"
Why, why -
I don't understand!
Please hang up!
And then the herons called:
Please send drops:
We've eaten too much frogs today,
And our stomachs hurt!
And then the pig called:
Send me a nightingale.
Today we are together
With the nightingale
A wonderful song
No no! Nightingale
Doesn't sing for pigs!
You better call the crow!
And again the bear:
Oh, save the walrus!
Yesterday he swallowed a sea urchin!
And such rubbish
All day:
Ding-dee-lazy,
Ding-dee-lazy,
Ding-dee-lazy!
Either the seal will call, or the deer.
And recently two gazelles
They called and sang:
Really
Indeed
Everyone got burned
Carousels?
Oh, are you sane, gazelles?
The carousels didn't burn down,
And the swing survived!
You gazelles should not make a noise,
And next week
They would gallop and sit down
On the swing carousel!
But they didn't listen to the ghazals
And they were still making noise:
Really
Indeed
All swings
Got burned?
What stupid gazelles!
And yesterday morning
Isn't this Moidodyr's apartment?
I got angry and started yelling:
No! This is someone else's apartment!!!
Where is Moidodyr?
I can't tell you...
Call number one hundred twenty-five.
I haven't slept for three nights
I would like to fall asleep
Relax...
But as soon as I lay down -
Who's speaking?
Rhinoceros.
What's happened?
Trouble! Trouble!
Run here quickly!
What's the matter?
Save!
Hippopotamus!
Our hippopotamus fell into the swamp...
Fell into a swamp?
Neither here nor there!
Oh, if you don't come, -
He will drown, drown in the swamp,
Will die, disappear
Hippopotamus!!!
OK! I'm running! I'm running!
If I can, I'll help!
Ox, this is not an easy job -
Drag a hippopotamus out of the swamp!
Fedorino grief
Fairy tale
1 part
The sieve gallops across the fields,
And a trough in the meadows.
There's a broom behind the shovel
She walked along the street.
Axes, axes
So they pour down the mountain.
The goat got scared
She widened her eyes:
"What's happened? Why?
I won’t understand anything.”
part 2
But, like a black iron leg,
The poker ran and jumped.
And the knives rushed down the street:
“Hey, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it!”
And the pan is on the run
She shouted to the iron:
"I'm running, running, running,
I can’t resist!”
So the kettle runs after the coffee pot,
Chatting, chattering, rattling...
The irons run and quack,
They jump over puddles, over puddles.
And behind them are saucers, saucers -
Ding-la-la! Ding-la-la!
They rush along the street -
Ding-la-la! Ding-la-la!
They bump into glasses - ding! -
And the glasses - ding! - break.
And the frying pan runs, strums, and knocks:
"Where are you going? Where? Where? Where? Where?"
And behind her are forks,
Glasses and bottles
Cups and spoons
They jump along the path.
A table fell out of the window
And he went, he went, he went, he went, he went...
And on it, and on it,
Like riding a horse,
The samovar sits
And he shouts to his comrades:
“Go away, run, save yourself!”
And into the iron pipe:
"Boo Boo Boo! Boo Boo Boo!"
Part 3
And behind them along the fence
Fedora's grandmother gallops:
"Oh oh oh! Oh oh oh!
Come home!”
But the trough answered:
“I’m angry with Fedora!”
And the poker said:
“I am not Fedora’s servant!”
And porcelain saucers
They laugh at Fedora:
"We have never, never
We won’t come back here!”
Here are Fedorina's cats
Tails are dressed up,
They ran at full speed.
To turn the dishes:
"Hey you stupid plates,
Why are you jumping like squirrels?
Should you run behind the gate?
With yellow-throated sparrows?
You will fall into a ditch
You will drown in the swamp.
Don't go, wait,
Come home!”
But the plates are curling and curling,
But Fedora is not given:
“We’d better get lost in the field,
But we won’t go to Fedora!”
Part 4
A chicken ran past
And I saw the dishes:
“Where, where! Where-where!
Where are you from and where?!”
And the dishes answered:
“It was bad for us at the woman’s place,
She didn't love us
She beat us, she beat us,
Got dusty, smoky,
She ruined us!”
“Ko-ko-ko! Ko-ko-ko!
Life hasn’t been easy for you!”
“Yes,” said the copper basin,
Look at us:
We are broken, beaten,
We are covered in slop.
Look into the tub -
And you will see a frog there.
Look into the tub -
Cockroaches are swarming there,
That's why we are from a woman
They ran away like from a toad,
And we walk through the fields,
Through the swamps, through the meadows,
And to the slob - the mess
We won’t come back!”
Part 5
And they ran through the forest,
We galloped over stumps and over hummocks.
And the poor woman is alone,
And she cries, and she cries.
A woman would sit at the table,
Yes, the table left the gate.
Grandma would cook cabbage soup
Yes, go and look for a saucepan!
And the cups are gone, and the glasses,
There are only cockroaches left.
Oh, woe to Fedora,
Part 6
And the dishes come and go
It walks through fields and swamps.
And the saucers cried:
“Isn’t it better to go back?”
And the trough began to cry:
“Alas, I am broken, broken!”
But the dish said: “Look,
Who's that behind there?
And they see: behind them from the dark forest
Fedora is walking and hobbling.
But a miracle happened to her:
Fedora has become kinder.
Quietly follows them
And sings a quiet song:
“Oh, you, my poor orphans,
The irons and pans are mine!
Go home, unwashed,
I will wash you with spring water.
I'll clean you with sand
I'll douse you with boiling water,
And you will be again
Shine like the sun,
And I will remove the filthy cockroaches,
I will sweep away the Prussians and spiders!”
And the rolling pin said:
“I feel sorry for Fedor.”
And the cup said:
“Oh, she’s a poor thing!”
And the saucers said:
“We should go back!”
And the irons said:
“We are not Fedora’s enemies!”
Part 7
I kissed you for a long, long time
And she caressed them,
She watered and washed.
She rinsed them.
“I won’t, I won’t
I will offend the dishes.
I will, I will, I will do the dishes
And love and respect!”
The pots laughed
They winked at the samovar:
“Well, Fedora, so be it,
We are glad to forgive you!”
Let's fly,
They rang
Yes, to Fedora straight into the oven!
They began to fry, they began to bake, -
Fedora will have pancakes and pies!
And the broom, and the broom is cheerful -
She danced, played, swept,
She didn’t leave a speck of dust behind Fedora.
And the saucers rejoiced:
Ding-la-la! Ding-la-la!
And they dance and laugh -
Ding-la-la! Ding-la-la!
And on a white stool
Yes, on an embroidered napkin
The samovar is standing
It's like the heat is burning
And he puffs and looks at the woman:
“I forgive Fedorushka,
I treat you to sweet tea.
Eat, eat, Fedora Egorovna!”
cockroach
Fairy tale
Part one
The bears were driving
By bike.
And behind them is a cat
Backwards.
And behind him are mosquitoes
On a hot air balloon.
And behind them are crayfish
On a lame dog.
Wolves on a mare.
Lions in a car.
On a tram.
Toad on a broom...
They drive and laugh
They are chewing gingerbread.
Suddenly from the gateway
Scary giant
Red-haired and mustachioed
Cockroach!
Cockroach, Cockroach, Cockroach!
He growls and screams
And he moves his mustache:
"Wait, don't rush,
I'll swallow you up in no time!
I’ll swallow it, I’ll swallow it, I won’t have mercy.”
The animals trembled
They fainted.
Wolves from fright
They ate each other.
Poor crocodile
Swallowed the toad.
And the elephant, trembling all over,
So she sat on the hedgehog.
Only bully crayfish
They are not afraid of fights;
Even though they are moving backwards,
But they move their mustaches
And they shout to the mustachioed giant:
"Don't scream or growl,
We ourselves are mustachioed,
We can do it ourselves
And the Hippopotamus said
Crocodiles and whales:
"Who is not afraid of the villain
And he will fight the monster,
I am that hero
I'll give you two frogs
And I’ll give you a fir cone!” -
"We are not afraid of him,
Your giant:
We are teeth
We are fangs
We are hooves of it!”
And a cheerful crowd
The animals rushed into battle.
But, seeing the barbel
(Oh no no no!),
The animals gave chase
(Oh no no no!).
They scattered through the forests and fields:
They were scared of the cockroach's whiskers.
And the Hippopotamus cried:
“What a shame, what a disgrace!
Hey bulls and rhinoceroses,
Leave the den
Lift it up!”
But bulls and rhinoceroses
They answer from the den:
"We would be the enemy
On the horns
Only the skin is precious
And horns aren’t cheap these days either.”
And they sit and tremble under the bushes,
They hide behind the swamp hummocks.
Crocodiles huddled in the nettles,
And the elephants hid in the ditch.
You can only hear your teeth chattering,
You can only see how your ears are trembling,
And the dashing monkeys
Picked up the suitcases
And quickly as fast as you can
She dodged
She just waved her tail.
And behind her is a cuttlefish -
So he backs away
That's how it rolls.
Part two
So it became
The cockroach is the winner,
And the ruler of forests and fields.
The animals submitted to the mustachioed
(May he fail, damn it!).
And he walks between them,
The gilded belly strokes:
“Bring me, animals, your children,
I’ll eat them for dinner today!”
Poor, poor animals!
Howling, crying, roaring!
In every den
And in every cave
The evil glutton is cursed.
And what kind of mother is that?
Will agree to give
Your dear child -
A bear cub, a wolf cub, a baby elephant, -
To an unfed scarecrow
The poor baby was tortured!
They cry, they die,
They say goodbye to the kids forever.
But one morning
The kangaroo galloped up
I saw a barbel
She shouted in the heat of the moment:
“Is this a giant?
(Ha ha ha!) It's just a cockroach)
(Ha ha ha!) Cockroach, cockroach, cockroach,
A thin-legged little booger - a little insect.
And aren't you ashamed?
Aren't you offended?
You are toothy
You are fanged
And they bowed to the little one,
And they submitted to the little booger!”
The hippopotamuses got scared
They whispered: “What are you, what are you!
Get out of here!
No matter how bad it would be for us!”
Only suddenly, from behind a bush,
Because of the blue forest,
From distant fields
Sparrow arrives.
Jump and jump
Yes, chirp, chirp,
Chiki-riki-chik-chirik!
He took and pecked the Cockroach -
So there is no giant.
The giant got it right
And there was no mustache left from him.
I'm glad, I'm glad
The whole animal family
Glorify, congratulate
Daring Sparrow!
The donkeys sing his glory according to the notes,
Goats sweep the road with their beards,
Rams, rams
They're beating the drums!
Trumpeter Owls
Rooks from the tower
The bats
They wave handkerchiefs
And they dance.
And the elephant, and the elephant
So he dances dashingly,
What a ruddy moon
Trembling in the sky
And on the poor elephant
She fell head over heels.
Then there was the concern -
Dive into the swamp for the moon
And nail it to heaven!
Fly Tsokotukha
Fairy tale
Fly, Fly-Tsokotuha,
Gilded belly!
A fly walked across the field,
The fly found the money.
Mucha went to the market
And I bought a samovar:
"Come on, cockroaches,
I’ll treat you to tea!”
The cockroaches came running
All the glasses were drunk,
And the insects -
Three cups each
With milk
And a pretzel:
Today the Fly-Tsokotuha
Birthday girl!
Fleas came to Mukha,
They brought her boots
But the boots are not simple -
They have gold clasps.
Came to Mukha
Grandma bee
Muche-Tsokotuhe
Brought honey...
“Beautiful butterfly.
Eat the jam!
Or you don't like it
Our treat?
Suddenly some old man
Our Fly in the corner
Dragged -
He wants to kill the poor thing
Destroy the clatter!
“Dear guests, help!
Kill the villain spider!
And I fed you
And I gave you something to drink
Don't leave me
In my last hour!
But the worm beetles
We got scared
In the corners, in the cracks
They fled:
Cockroaches
Under the sofas
And the boogers
Under the benches
And the bugs under the bed -
They don't want to fight!
And no one even moves
Won't move:
Get lost and die
Birthday girl!
And the grasshopper, and the grasshopper,
Well, just like a little man,
Hop, hop, hop, hop!
Behind the bush,
Under the bridge
And keep quiet!
But the villain is not joking,
He twists Mukha’s arms and legs with ropes,
Sharp teeth pierce into the very heart
And she drinks her blood.
The fly screams
Struggling,
And the villain is silent,
Smirks.
Suddenly it flies from somewhere
Little Mosquito,
And it burns in his hand
Small flashlight.
“Where is the killer, where is the villain?
I'm not afraid of his claws!
Flies up to the Spider,
Takes out the saber
And he's at full gallop
Cuts off the head!
takes a fly by the hand
And it leads to the window:
"I killed the villain,
I set you free
And now, maiden soul,
I want to marry you!”
There are bugs and boogers here
Crawling out from under the bench:
“Glory, glory to Komaru -
To the winner!
The fireflies came running,
Lights were lit -
It became fun
That's good!
Hey centipedes,
Run along the path
Call the musicians
Let's dance!
The musicians came running
The drums started beating.
Bom! boom! boom! boom!
Fly and Mosquito dance.
And behind her is Bedbug, Bedbug
Boots top, top!
Boogers with worms,
Bugs with moths.
And the beetles are horned,
Rich men
They wave their hats,
They dance with butterflies.
Tara-ra, tara-ra,
The midges danced.
People are having fun -
The fly is getting married
For the dashing, daring,
Young Mosquito!
Ant, Ant!
Does not spare bast shoes, -
Jumps with Ant
And he winks at the insects:
"You are little insects,
You are cuties
Tara-tara-tara-tara-cockroaches!”
Boots squeak
Heels are knocking -
There will be, there will be midges
Have fun until the morning:
Today the Fly-Tsokotuha
Birthday girl!
Fly in the bath
Dedicated
Yu. A. Vasnetsov
A fly flew into the bathhouse,
I wanted to take a steam bath.
The cockroach was chopping wood,
Mukha flooded the bathhouse.
And the furry bee
I brought her a washcloth.
The fly was washing itself
The fly was washing itself
The fly was hovering
Yes, I fell
Rolled
And she hit.
The rib is dislocated
I twisted my shoulder.
"Hey, ant,
Call the doctors!"
The grasshoppers came
They fed the fly drops.
The fly became as it was,
Nice and cheerful.
And rushed off again
Fly along the street.
Glutton
I had a sister
She sat by the fire
And I caught a big sturgeon in the fire.
But there was a sturgeon
And again he dived into the fire.
And she remained hungry
She was left without lunch.
I haven't eaten anything for three days
I didn’t have a crumb in my mouth.
All I ate, poor fellow,
Like fifty little pigs
Yes, fifty goslings,
Yes, a dozen chickens,
Yes, a dozen ducklings
Yes piece of cake
A little more than that stack,
Yes twenty barrels
Salted honey fungus,
Yes four pots
Yes, thirty fagots
Yes, forty-four pancakes.
And she became so thin from hunger,
Why shouldn't she come in now?
Through this door.
And if it goes into which one,
So neither back nor forward.
Piglet
Tabby kittens
They crawl and squeak.
Loves, loves our Tata
Little kittens.
But the sweetest thing is Tatenka
Not a tabby kitten,
Not a duckling
Not a chicken
And the snub-nosed pig.
Barmaley
Fairy tale
Part one
Small children!
No way
Don't go to Africa
Go for a walk in Africa!
Sharks in Africa
Gorillas in Africa
Large in Africa
Evil crocodiles.
They will bite you
To beat and offend, -
Don't go, children,
To Africa for a walk.
There's a robber in Africa
There's a villain in Africa
In Africa it's terrible
Bar-ma-lay!
He runs around Africa
And eats children -
Ugly, bad, greedy Barmaley!
Both daddy and mommy
Sitting under a tree
Both daddy and mommy
Children are told:
"Africa is terrible"
Africa is dangerous
Don't go to Africa
Children, never!
But daddy and mommy fell asleep in the evening,
And Tanechka and Vanechka are running to Africa, -
To Africa!
To Africa!
They walk along Africa.
Figs and dates are picked, -
Well, Africa!
This is Africa!
We saddled a rhinoceros
We rode around a bit -
Well, Africa!
This is Africa!
With elephants on the go
We played leapfrog, -
Well, Africa!
This is Africa!
A gorilla came out to them,
The gorilla told them
The gorilla told them,
She said:
"There's the shark Karakula
She opened her evil mouth.
You are going to the Karakul shark
Would you like to get in?
Right in the mouth?
"We are shark Karakula
Never mind, never mind
We are the Shark Karakul
Brick, brick,
We are the Shark Karakul
Fist, fist!
We are the Shark Karakul
Heel, heel!”
The shark got scared
And drowned out of fear, -
Serves you right, shark, serves you right!
But in the swamps it’s huge
A hippopotamus walks and roars,
He's walking, he's walking through the swamps
And it roars loudly and menacingly.
And Tanya and Vanya laugh,
Hippopotamus belly is tickled:
“What a belly,
What kind of belly -
Wonderful!”
I couldn't stand such insult
Ran away behind the pyramids
“Barmaley, Barmaley, Barmaley!
Come out, Barmaley, quickly!
These nasty children, Barmaley,
Don’t be sorry, Barmaley, don’t be sorry!”
Part two
Tanya-Vanya trembled -
They saw Barmaley.
He's walking through Africa
Sings throughout Africa:
"I'm bloodthirsty
I'm merciless
I am the evil robber Barmaley!
And I don't need
No marmalade
No chocolate
But only the little ones
(Yes, very small!)
He sparkles with terrible eyes,
He chatters with terrible teeth,
He lights a terrible fire,
He shouts a terrible word:
“Karabas! Karabas!
I’ll have lunch now!”
Children cry and sob
Barmaley is begged:
“Dear, dear Barmaley,
Have mercy on us
Let me go quickly
To our dear mother!
We're running away from mom
We will never
And walk around Africa
We will forget forever!
Dear, dear ogre,
Have mercy on us
We'll give you candy
I’ll have tea with crackers!”
But the cannibal answered:
“Nooo!!!”
And Tanya said to Vanya:
"Look, in the airplane
Someone is flying across the sky.
This is the doctor, this is the doctor
Good Doctor Aibolit!”
Good Doctor Aibolit
runs up to Tanya-Vanya,
Hugs Tanya-Vanya
And the villain Barmaley,
Smiling, he says:
“Well, please, my dear,
My dear Barmaley,
Untie, let go
These little children!
But the villain Aibolit is enough
And he throws Aibolit into the fire.
And it burns and Aibolit shouts:
“Oh, it hurts! Aw, it hurts! Aw, it hurts!”
And the poor children lie under the palm tree,
They look at Barmaley
And they cry, and they cry, and they cry!
But because of the Nile
The gorilla is coming
The gorilla is coming
The crocodile is leading!
Good Doctor Aibolit
Crocodile says:
“Well, please, quickly
Swallow Barmaley,
To greedy Barmaley
I wouldn't have enough
I wouldn't swallow
These little children!
Turned around
Smiled
Laughed
Crocodile
Barmaleya,
Like a fly
Swallowed!
Glad, glad, glad, glad kids,
She danced and played by the fire:
"You us, you us
Saved me from death
You freed us.
Have a good time
Saw us
Crocodile!"
But in the stomach of the Crocodile
Dark, and cramped, and dull,
And in the stomach of the Crocodile
Barmaley sobs and cries:
"Oh, I'll be kinder
I will love children!
Don't ruin me!
Spare me!
Oh, I will, I will, I will be kinder!”
The children of Barmaley took pity,
The children say to the crocodile:
“If he really became kinder,
Please let him go back!
We will take Barmaley with us,
We’ll take you to distant Leningrad!”
The crocodile nods his head
Opens its wide mouth -
And from there, smiling, Barmaley flies out,
And Barmaley’s face is kinder and sweeter:
"How glad I am, how glad I am,
That I’ll go to Leningrad!”
Barmaley dances, dances, Barmaley!
“I will, I will be kinder, yes, kinder!
I'll bake for the children, for the children
Pies and pretzels, pretzels!
I’ll be in the markets, I’ll be in the markets, I’ll be walking!
I will give away pies for nothing, I will give out pies for nothing,
Treat the children to pretzels and rolls.
And for Vanechka
And for Tanechka
They will, they will be with me
Mint gingerbread cookies!
Mint gingerbread,
Fragrant,
Surprisingly pleasant
Come get it
Don't pay a penny
Because Barmaley
Loves little children
Loves, loves, loves, loves,
Loves little children!”
Confusion
Fairy tale
The kittens meowed:
“We're tired of meowing!
We want, like piglets,
Grunt!"
And behind them are the ducklings:
“We don’t want to quack anymore!
We want, like little frogs,
Croak!"
The pigs meowed:
Meow meow!
The cats grunted:
Oink oink oink!
The ducks croaked:
Kwa, kwa, kwa!
The chickens quacked:
Quack, quack, quack!
Little Sparrow galloped
And the cow mooed:
A bear came running
And let's roar:
Ku-ka-re-ku!
Just a little bunny
There was a good boy:
Didn't meow
And he didn’t grunt -
Lying under the cabbage
He babbled like a hare
And foolish animals
Persuaded:
“Who is told to tweet -
Don't purr!
Who is ordered to purr -
Don't tweet!
Don't be a crow
Don't fly frogs
Under the cloud!
But funny animals -
Piglets, bear cubs -
They're playing more pranks than ever,
They don't want to listen to the hare.
Fishes are walking across the field,
Toads fly across the sky
The mice caught the cat
They put me in a mousetrap.
And the chanterelles
We took matches
Let's go to the blue sea,
The blue sea was lit.
The sea is on fire,
A whale ran out of the sea:
“Hey firefighters, run!
Help, help!
Long, long time crocodile
The blue sea was extinguished
Pies and pancakes,
And dried mushrooms.
Two little chickens came running,
Watered from a barrel.
Two ruffs swam
Watered from a ladle.
The little frogs came running,
They watered from the tub.
They stew, they stew, they don’t put out,
They fill it up - they don’t fill it up.
Then a butterfly flew in,
She waved her wings,
The sea began to go out -
And it went out.
The animals were happy!
They laughed and sang,
Ears flapped
They stamped their feet.
The geese have started again
Shout like a goose:
Ha-ha-ha!
The cats purred:
Mur-mur-mur!
The birds chirped:
Tick-tweet!
The horses neighed:
The flies buzzed:
The little frogs croak:
Kwa-kwa-kwa!
And the ducklings quack:
Quack-quack-quack!
The piglets grunt;
Oink oink oink!
Murochka is being lulled to sleep
My dear:
Baiushki bye!
Baiushki bye!
Joy
Glad, glad, glad
Light birches,
And on them with joy
Roses are growing.
Glad, glad, glad
Dark aspens,
And on them with joy
Oranges are growing.
It wasn't rain that came from a cloud
And not hail
It fell from the cloud
Grape.
And the crows over the fields
Suddenly the nightingales began to sing.
And streams from underground
Sweet honey flowed.
The chickens became peahens,
Bald - curly.
Even the mill is the same
She danced near the bridge.
So run after me
To green meadows,
Where above the blue river
A rainbow-arc appeared.
We're on the rainbow
let's jump up, let's repent,
Let's play in the clouds
And from there down the rainbow
On sleds, on skates!
If only we were at the Christmas tree
She would run
Along the path.
She would dance
Together with us,
She would knock
Heels.
Would spin around on the Christmas tree
Toys -
Multi-colored lanterns,
Firecrackers.
Let's spin around the Christmas tree
From green, from raspberry
We'd laugh at the Christmas tree
Matryoshka dolls
And they would clap for joy
In the palms.
Because
Knocked
New Year!
New, new,
With a golden beard!
Toptygin and the moon
As planned
Fly:
“Like a bird, I’ll fly there!”
Cubs behind him:
“Let's fly!
To the moon, to the moon, to the moon!”
Two wings, two wings
Im a crow
Two wings
From a big eagle.
And four wings
Brought -
Sparrows have four wings.
But he can't
Take off
Clubfoot
He can not,
Can't take off.
Under the moon
In the meadow
Clubfoot
And he climbs
To the big pine
And looks up
And the moon is like honey
Flows into the clearing
Spills
"Ah, on the dear moon
It will be fun for me
And flutter and frolic,
Oh, whenever soon
To my moon,
Until the honey moon
Fly!"
First one, then the other, he waves his paw -
And it’s about to fly into the heights.
First one wing, then the other, he moves
And he looks and looks at the moon.
Under the pine tree
In the meadow
Bristling,
Wolves sit:
“Oh, you crazy Mishka,
Don't chase
Behind the moon
Go back, clubfoot, back!”
Toptygin and the fox
Fairy tale
"Why are you crying,
Are you stupid Bear? -
“How can I, Bear,
Don't cry, don't cry?
Poor me, unhappy
I was born
No tail.
Even the shaggy ones
Stupid dogs
There are cheerful people behind you
The tails stick out.
Even the naughty ones
Tattered cats
They're lifting up
Torn tails.
Just me, unhappy
I'm walking in the forest
No tail.
Doctor, good doctor,
Have pity on me
Ponytail quickly
Send it to the poor man!”
The kind one laughed
Dr. Aibolit.
To the stupid bear
Doctor says:
“Okay, okay, dear, I'm ready.
I have as many tails as you want.
There are goats, there are horses,
There are donkeys, long, long ones.
I will serve you, orphan:
I’ll tie at least four tails...”
Bear began to try on his tails,
Mishka began to walk in front of the mirror:
Either a cat or a dog applies
Yes, he glances sideways at Foxy.
And the Fox laughs: “You’re so simple!”
Not like that, Mishenka, you need a tail!
You better take yourself a peacock:
It is gold, green and blue.
That's it, Misha, you will be good,
If you take a peacock’s tail!”
And the clubfoot is happy:
“What an outfit!
How will I walk like a peacock
Over the mountains and valleys,
So the animal people will gasp:
What a handsome guy he is!
And the bears, the bears in the forest,
When they see my beauty,
They will get sick, poor fellows, from envy!”
But he looks with a smile
On the bear Aibolit:
“And where do you belong with peacocks!
You take the goat one!”
"I don't want tails
From sheep and cats!
Give me the peacock
Gold, green, blue,
So that I walk through the forest,
He flaunted his beauty!”
And over the mountains, through the valleys
The bear walks like a peacock,
And it shines behind him
Golden-golden,
Painted,
Blue-blue
Peacock
And the Fox, and the Fox
And he bustles and fusses,
Walks around Mishenka,
Strokes his feathers:
"How good are you?
So you swim like a peacock!
I didn't recognize you
Took it for a peacock.
Oh, what a beauty
At the peacock's tail!
But then hunters walked through the swamp
And Mishenka’s tail was seen in the distance.
“Look: where does this come from?
Does gold glitter in the swamp?
We galloped but skipped over the bumps
And they saw stupid Mishka.
Mishka sits in front of a puddle,
Like in a mirror, looking into a puddle,
Stupid, he admires everything with his tail,
In front of Foxy, stupid, showing off
And he doesn’t see or hear the hunters,
That they are running through the swamp with dogs.
So they took the poor man
With bare hands,
Took and tied up
Sashes.
Having fun
Having fun
“Oh, you didn’t walk for long,
He showed off his beauty!
Here it is for you, peacock,
The men will warm your back,
So as not to brag,
So that you don’t put on airs!”
She began to pull out feathers.
And she pulled out the poor guy’s entire tail.
Doctor
Little frog under the mud
Got sick with scarlet fever.
A rook flew to him,
Get into my mouth
Everything will pass now!”
Am! And he ate it.
Chicken
English song
I had a beautiful hen.
Oh, what a smart chicken she was!
She sewed caftans for me, sewed boots,
She baked sweet, rosy pies for me.
And when he manages, he sits at the gate -
He will tell a fairy tale, sing a song.
Hedgehogs laugh
By the groove
Two boogers
They sell pins to hedgehogs.
You can't help but laugh!
Everyone can't stop:
“Oh, you stupid boogers!
We don't need pins:
We ourselves are stuck with pins.”
Turtle
It's a long walk to the swamp,
It's not easy to walk to the swamp.
There's a stone lying by the road,
Let's sit down and stretch our legs.
And the frogs put a bundle on the stone.
It would be nice to lie down on a rock for an hour!
Suddenly a stone jumped to his feet
And he grabbed them by the legs.
And they screamed in fear:
This is PAHA!
This is CHECHERE!
Fedotka
Poor Fedotka, an orphan.
The unfortunate Fedotka is crying:
He has no one
Who would feel sorry for him?
Only mom, and uncle, and aunt,
Only dad and grandparents.
Tadpoles
Do you remember, Murochka, at the dacha
In our hot puddle
The tadpoles danced
The tadpoles splashed
The tadpoles dived
They played around and tumbled.
And the old toad
Like a woman
I was sitting on a hummock,
Knitted stockings
And she said in a deep voice:
Oh, grandma, dear grandma,
Let us play some more.
Jenny
English song
Jenny lost her shoe.
I cried and searched for a long time.
The miller found a shoe
And ground it at the mill.
What did Mura do when she was read a fairy tale?
"Miracle Tree"
Fairy tale
Mura took off her shoe,
Buried in the garden:
Grow, my little shoe,
Grow up, little one!
Just like washing a shoe
I'll pour some water,
And the tree will grow,
Wonderful tree!
There will be, there will be sandals
Jump to the miracle tree
And rosy boots
Pluck from a miracle tree,
Sentence:
“Oh yes Murochka,
Wow, she's so smart!
Brave men
English song
Our tailors
What brave ones:
"We are not afraid of animals,
No wolves, no bears!"
How did you get out the gate?
Yes, we saw a snail -
We got scared
Run away!
Here they are
Brave tailors!
Miracle tree
Fairy tale
Like ours at the gate
The miracle tree is growing.
Miracle, miracle, miracle, miracle
Wonderful!
Not the leaves on it,
Not flowers on it,
And stockings and shoes,
Like apples!
Mom will go through the garden,
Mom will pick it from the tree
Shoes, boots.
New shoes.
Dad will go through the garden,
Dad will pick it from the tree
Masha - gaiters,
Zinke - boots,
Ninke - stockings,
And for Murochka these
Tiny blue
Knitted shoes
And with pompoms!
This is the tree
Wonderful tree!
Hey you guys
Bare heels,
Torn boots,
Tattered shoes.
Who needs boots?
Run to the miracle tree!
The bast shoes are ripe,
The felt boots are ripe,
Why are you yawning?
Don't you cut them off?
Tear them up, you wretches!
Rip, barefoot!
You won't have to again
Show off in the cold
Holes-patches,
Bare heels!
Sandwich
Behind the mountain
Once upon a time there was a sandwich
With sausage.
He wanted
Take a walk
On the grass-ant
Lay around.
And he lured with him
For a walk
Red-cheeked butter
But the tea cups are sad,
Knocking and strumming, they shouted:
"Sandwich,
Madcap,
Don't go out of the gate
And will you go -
You'll disappear
You'll get into Moore's mouth!
Mura in the mouth,
Mura in the mouth,
Moore's mouth