The main character of Leo Tolstoy's fairy tale is a cheerful squirrel, carefree jumping along the branches. At some point, the squirrel missed and fell on the wolf, who was sleeping under a tree. The wolf wanted to eat the squirrel that disturbed his sleep, but she asked to let her go.
The wolf agreed to let the squirrel go, but on the condition that she tell him why they, the squirrels, are so cheerful, and he, the wolf, is overcome by boredom. The squirrel agreed and, jumping onto the tree, told the wolf that all his problems were because he was evil. And they, squirrels, don’t wish harm to anyone, that’s why they have fun.
That's how it is summary fairy tales.
The main idea of Tolstoy’s fairy tale “The Squirrel and the Wolf” is that in order to achieve happiness, one must overcome anger within oneself. The fairy tale teaches you to be cheerful and friendly to others.
In Tolstoy's fairy tale, I liked the squirrel, which does not hold a grudge against anyone and therefore lives a happy life.
What proverbs fit the fairy tale “The Squirrel and the Wolf”?
When you want good for yourself, do not harm anyone.
Of all possible solutions, choose the best one.
There is goodness everywhere for the happy.
Remember the good and forget the evil.
Squirrel and wolf
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.
Belka said:
Let me go up the tree first, and from there I’ll tell you, otherwise I’m afraid of you.
The wolf let go, and the squirrel went up a tree and said from there:
You're bored because you're angry. Anger burns your heart. And we are cheerful because we are kind and do no harm to anyone.
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 are you 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.
Wolf and mare
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.
The wolf approached the mare, and as he approached her from behind, she hit him with her hindquarters and broke all his teeth.
Sparrow
The sparrow saw that a man was going to sow flax. The sparrow flew to the birds and said:
Birds, fly quickly to peck the flaxseed. The flax will grow, a man will begin to make threads, knit nets from threads, and will catch us.
The birds did not listen to the sparrow, and he could not peck out all the seed. The flax bloomed, the sparrow again began to call the birds to peck the flax, so that later the flax would not cause trouble to the birds. The birds did not listen.
The flax has ripened. The sparrow called the birds for the third time. And for the third time the birds did not listen to him. Then the sparrow got angry with the birds, flew away from them and began to live with the people near the dwelling.
The girl and the robbers
One girl was guarding a cow in a field.
The robbers came and took the girl away. The robbers brought the girl to a house in the forest and told her to cook, clean and sew. The girl lived with the robbers, worked for them and did not know how to leave. When the robbers left, they locked the girl. One day all the robbers left and left the girl alone. She brought straw, made a doll out of straw, put her dresses on it and sat it by the window. And she herself smeared herself with honey, fell out in feathers and began to look like a scary bird. She jumped out the window and ran. She had just stepped out onto the road when she saw robbers coming towards her.
The robbers did not recognize her and asked:
Scarecrow, what is our girl doing?
And the girl says:
She washes, cooks and sews, and waits for the robbers at the window.
And she ran even faster.
The robbers came home and saw someone sitting by the window. They bowed and said:
Hello, our girl, open the door for us!
But they see that the girl does not bow and is silent.
They began to scold the doll, but it still did not move and was silent. Then they broke the door and wanted to kill the girl, and then they saw that it was not a girl, but a straw doll.
The robbers abandoned her and said:
The girl deceived us!
And the girl came to the river, washed herself and came home.
The Fool and the Knife
The fool had a very good knife. The fool began to cut a nail with this knife. The knife didn't cut the nail. Then the fool said:
My knife is stupid.
And with this knife he began to cut the liquid jelly: where the knife passes through the jelly, the jelly will be eaten again. The fool said:
The knife is stupid and doesn’t cut jelly, so he threw away the good knife.
Hut and palace
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 you two hundred.
The man said:
I won’t give it 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. 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 will look at the palace and say: “The palace is good, but the hut is spoiling it.” Apparently, he will say, “the king didn’t have the money to buy the 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.
How Uncle Semyon talked about what happened to him in the forest
One winter I went to the forest to pick trees. I cut down three trees, cut off the branches, trimmed them, I saw that it was too late, I had to go home. And the weather was bad: it was snowing and shallow. I think: “The night will take over, and you won’t find the road.” I drove the horse. I'm going, I'm going, I'm still not leaving. Everything is forest. I think: “The fur coat I’m wearing is bad, you’ll freeze.” I drove and drove - there was no road, and it was dark. I was just about to unharness the sleigh and lie down under the sleigh, when I heard bells rattling nearby. I went to the bells, I saw - three Savras horses, their manes were braided with ribbons, the bells were glowing, and two young men were sitting.
Hello, brothers!
Great, man!
Where, brothers, is the road?
Yes, here we are on the road itself. I went to see them and saw what a miracle it was - the road was smooth and unnoticed.
“Follow us,” they say, “and they hurried the horses.”
My filly is bad, she can't keep up. I started shouting:
Wait, brothers!
They stopped and laughed.
Sit down, they say, with us. It will be easier for your horse to be empty.
Thank you, I say.
I climbed into their sleigh. The sleigh is good, carpeted. I had just sat down when they whistled:
Well, you guys!
The Savras horses curled up so that the snow was like a column. I look: what kind of miracle is this? It has become brighter, and the road is smooth as ice, and we are burning so that it takes our breath away, only branches lash us in the face. I felt really terrified. I look ahead: the mountain is very steep, and there is an abyss under the mountain. The Savras are flying straight into the abyss. I got scared and shouted:
Fathers! Easy, you'll kill me!
Where are they, they just laugh and whistle. I see it disappearing. Sleigh over the abyss. I see there is a branch above my head. “Well,” I think, “get lost alone.” He stood up, grabbed a branch and hung. I just hung and shouted:
And I also hear the women screaming:
Uncle Semyon! What are you? Women, oh women! Blow fire. There’s something bad with Uncle Semyon,” they shout.
They started the fire. I woke up. And I’m in the hut, I grabbed the floor with my hands, I’m hanging and screaming in an unlucky voice. And this is me - I saw everything in a dream.
Horse and mare
The mare walked day and night in the field, but did not plow, but the horse fed at night and plowed during the day. The mare says to the horse:
Why are you plowing? I wouldn't go if I were you. He would whip me, and I would kick him.
The next day the horse did just that. The man sees that the horse has become stubborn and has locked the mare in the plow.
Swans
The swans flew in a herd from the cold side to the warm lands. They flew across the sea. They flew day and night, and another day and another night, without resting, they flew over the water. There was a full month in the sky, and the swans saw blue water far below them. All the swans were exhausted, flapping their wings; but they did not stop and flew on. Old, strong swans flew in front, and those who were younger and weaker flew behind. One young swan flew behind everyone. His strength weakened. He flapped his wings and could not fly any further. Then he, spreading his wings, went down. He descended closer and closer to the water; and his comrades further and further became whiter in the monthly light. The swan descended onto the water and folded its wings. The sea rose beneath him and rocked him. A flock of swans was barely visible as a white line in the bright sky. And in the silence you could barely hear the sound of their wings ringing. When they were completely out of sight, the swan bent its neck back and closed its eyes. He did not move, and only the sea, rising and falling in a wide strip, raised and lowered him. Before dawn, a light breeze began to sway the sea. And the water splashed into the white chest of the swan. The swan opened his eyes. The dawn reddened in the east, and the moon and stars became paler. The swan sighed, stretched out its neck and flapped its wings, rose up and flew, clinging to the water with its wings. He rose higher and higher and flew alone over the dark, rippling waves.
Bat
In ancient times there was a strong war between animals and birds. The bat did not bother either one or the other, and kept waiting to see whose it would take. At first the birds began to beat the animals, and then the bat stuck to the birds, flew with them and called itself a bird, but then, when the animals began to prevail. The bat was transmitted to the animals. She showed them her teeth, and paws, and nipples and assured them that she was an animal and loved animals. In the end, the birds won, and then the bat was again given to the birds, but the birds drove it away. And she could no longer pester the animals, and since then the bat lives in cellars, in hollows, and flies only at dusk, and does not pester either animals or birds.
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.
Mice
It became bad for the mice to live because of the cat. Every day it takes two or three. 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 to save yourself from a 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.
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 bad, because your life is poor, come to me, see how we live.
So a simple mouse came to visit. We waited under the floor for the 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.
Reward
The man found an expensive stone and took it to the king. He came to the palace and began asking the king’s servants how he could see the king.
One royal servant asked: why does he need a king? The man told. The servant says:
Okay, I’ll tell the king, but just give me half of what the king will give you. And if you don’t promise, then I won’t let you see the king.
The man promised, the servant reported to the king. The king took the stone and said:
What reward should I give you, man?
The man says:
Give me fifty lashes, I don’t want any other reward. Only your servant and I had an agreement to divide the reward in half. So I'm twenty-five and he's twenty-five.
The king laughed and drove the servant away, and gave the peasant a thousand rubles.
Quail and her children
The quail hatched in the oats and was still afraid that the owner would start mowing the oats. So she flew for food and told the quails to listen and tell her what the people would say. She flew in in the evening, the quails said:
It’s bad, mother, the owner came with his son and said: “My oats are ripe, it’s time to mow. Go, he says to his son, to the neighbors, to his friends, tell me what I ask, let them come mow the oats. It’s bad, mother, transfer us, otherwise Tomorrow the neighbors will come early to mow."
The old quail listened and said:
It’s okay, kids, they won’t be mowing the oats any time soon, sit safely.
And again she flew away early and ordered to listen to what the owner would say. An old quail flew in and the quails said to her:
Well, mother, the owner came again, he kept waiting for friends and neighbors, no one came. He says to his son: “Go to your brothers, to your sons-in-law, to your godfathers, tell them that your father told you to ask me to mow the oats tomorrow.”
“Don’t be timid, kids, they won’t mow you down tomorrow either,” said the old quail.
The quail flew in again and asked:
Yes, the owner came again with his son, still waiting for his relatives. The relatives didn't come. He says to his son: “Well, apparently, son, there’s no need to wait for help. The oats are ripe. Set up the hooks, tomorrow at dawn we’ll come to mow ourselves.”
Well, kids,” said the quail, “if a person himself takes up the matter, and does not expect people to do it, he will do it.” We need to clean up.
Bees and drones
When summer came, the drones began to quarrel with the bees over who should eat the honey. The bees called the wasp to court. Osa says:
I can’t judge you right away. I don’t know yet which of you makes honey. And you will disperse into two empty hives - one of bees, and the other of drones. In a week I will see who is bigger and better than honey will do.
The drones began to argue:
We, they say, do not agree. Judge us now.
Osa says:
Now I will judge you now. You drones don’t agree because you don’t know how to make honey, but you only like to eat other people’s things. Get them out, bees.
And the bees killed all the drones.
Black grouse and fox
The black grouse was sitting on a tree. The fox came up to him and said:
Hello, black grouse, my friend, as soon as I heard your voice, I came to visit you.
“Thank you for your kind words,” said the black grouse.
The fox pretended not to hear and said:
What are you saying? I can not hear. You, little black grouse, my friend, should come down to the grass for a walk and talk to me, otherwise I won’t hear from the tree.
Teterev said:
I'm afraid to go on the grass. It is dangerous for us birds to walk on the ground.
Or are you afraid of me? - said the fox.
“I’m not afraid of you, but of other animals,” said the black grouse. - There are all kinds of animals.
No, little black grouse, my friend, today a decree has been announced so that there will be peace throughout the entire earth. Nowadays animals don’t touch each other.
“That’s good,” said the black grouse, “but now the dogs are running, if it were the old way, you should leave, but now you have nothing to be afraid of.”
The fox heard about the dogs, pricked up her ears and wanted to run.
Where are you going? - said the black grouse. - After all, now there is a decree that the dogs will not be touched.
And who knows! - said the fox. - Maybe they didn’t hear the decree.
And she ran away.
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: there was no one in the house, and entered. Three bears lived in this house. One bear had a father, his name was Mikhailo 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 Mikhaily Ivanychev’s. 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 is Nastasya Petrovnin, and the third, small, with a blue pillow, is Mishutkin. She climbed onto a large chair and fell; then she sat down on the middle chair, it was awkward; then she sat down on a small chair and laughed - it was so good. She took the blue cup onto 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: one large - Mikhail Ivanychev's; the other middle one is Nastasya Petrovnina; the third little one is Mishenkina. 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 the cup, looked and roared in a terrible voice:
- WHO WAS THE BREAD IN MY CUP?
Nastasya Petrovna looked at her cup and growled not so loudly:
- WHO WAS THE BREAD IN MY CUP?
And Mishutka saw his empty cup and squeaked in a thin voice:
- WHO SLAUGHT IN MY CUP AND SLAUGHED IT ALL OUT?
Mikhail 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 MOVE IT OUT OF PLACE?
Mishutka looked at his broken chair and squeaked:
- WHO SAT ON MY CHAIR AND BROKE IT?
The bears came to another room.
- WHO WENT INTO MY BED AND CRUSHED IT? - Mikhail Ivanovich roared in a terrible voice.
- WHO WENT INTO MY BED AND CRUSHED 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 IN MY BED?
And suddenly he saw the girl and screamed as if he was being cut:
- Here she is! Hold it, hold it! 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. It was open, she jumped out the window and ran away. And the bears did not catch up with her.
Stubborn horse
The man with the cart had to go across the river. There was a ferry crossing the river. The man unhitched the horse and took the cart to the ferry; but the horse was stubborn and did not want to go to the ferry. The man pulled her with all his might by the reins and could not get her onto the ferry. Then he began to push her from behind, but could not push her off the shore. Then he decided to drag her by the tail away from the water. The horse was stubborn and went the wrong way where it was being dragged, and entered the ferry.
Owner and worker
The worker went, put a block of wood at the threshold and sat down on the rubble, and began to wait for the people to leave the hut.
They began to disperse. Whoever comes out will trip over a block of wood, curse and move on. Only one old woman came out, stumbled, came back and rolled off the block.
The worker returned to the owner. The owner says:
Were there many people there?
Worker says:
Why is this so?
Hawk and doves
The hawk chased and chased the pigeons, but could not catch a single one. So he decided to deceive them. He flew up to the dovecote, sat down on a tree and began to tell them that he wanted to serve them.
“I have nothing to do,” he says, “but I love you.” This is what you do: let me in, make me your king, and I will be your servant. Not only will I not offend you, but I will not allow anyone to be offended either.
The pigeons agreed and let the hawk come to them. When the hawk climbed up to them, he began to say something else.
I am your king and you must listen to me. The first thing is that I need to eat one pigeon every day.
And every day he picked up a pigeon. The pigeons grabbed hold of them and began to think about what to do, but it was too late.
There was no need, they say, to let him in at all. And now you can’t help.
Hunter and Quail
A quail got caught in a hunter's net and began to ask the hunter to let him go.
Just let me go,” he says, “I’ll serve you.” I'll lure you other quails into the net.
Well, the quail,” said the hunter, “wouldn’t have let you in anyway, and now even more so.” I’ll turn my head for wanting to hand over your own people.
Soldier
The house was on fire. And there was a baby left in the house. No one could enter the house. The soldier came up and said:
I'll come in.
He was told to.
You'll burn.
The soldier said:
You can't die twice, but you can't escape once.
He ran into the house and carried out the baby.
Wolf and dog
A thin wolf walked near the village and met a fat dog. The wolf asked the dog:
Tell me, dog, where do you get your food from?
The dog said:
People give to us.
Is it true that you are serving people a difficult service?
The dog said:
No, our service is not difficult. Our job is to guard the yard at night.
Is this the only reason they feed you this way? - said the wolf. “I would like to join your service now, otherwise it’s difficult for us wolves to get food.”
Well, go, said the dog. - The owner will feed you the same way.
The wolf was happy and went with the dog to serve the people. The wolf had already begun to enter the gate, and he saw that the hair on the dog’s neck had been worn off. He said:
Why do you have this, dog?
“Yes,” said the dog.
So what?
Yes, from the chain. During the day I sit on a chain, and the chain has erased a little of the hair on my neck.
“Well, goodbye, dog,” said the wolf. - I won’t go live with people. Let me not be so fat, but I’ll be free.
The dog and the thief
A thief approached the yard at night. The dog sensed him and started barking. The thief took out some bread and threw it to the dog. The dog did not take the bread, rushed at the thief and began to bite his legs.
Why are you biting me? “I give you bread,” said the thief.
And because I bite you, until you gave me bread, I still didn’t know whether you were a good or an evil person, but now I know for sure that you are an unkind person if you want to bribe me.
Clever Ram
Once upon a time there was a man, and the man had a cat and a ram.
When a man comes home from work, the cat runs to him, licks his hand, jumps on his back, rubs against him, and the man pets her and gives her bread.
So the ram wanted to be caressed and given bread. A man came from the field, a ram runs towards him, licks his hand, rubs against his legs. The guy finds it funny and looks to see what else will happen. The ram came from behind, stood up, jumped on the man’s back, and knocked the man off his feet.
The son sees the men - the ram knocked down the priest, took the whip, beat the ram.
Fox and monkey
Once upon a time the animals chose a monkey as their boss. The fox came to the monkey and said:
You are now our boss, I want to serve you: I found a treasure in the forest; let's go, I'll show you.
The monkey was happy and followed the fox. The fox led the monkey to the trap and said:
Here, take it yourself, I didn’t want to touch you.
The monkey put its paws into the trap and was caught.
Then the fox ran, called all the animals and showed them the monkey.
Look,” he says, “what kind of boss you chose!” You see, she has no mind, she fell into a trap.
Owner and dog
The hunting dog has grown old. And the hunter happened to poison the wolf. The dog grabbed the wolf, but it didn’t have enough teeth in its mouth, it let the wolf go.
The owner got angry and swung at her.
“Don’t hit me,” said the dog, “if I haven’t pleased you now, remember your previous service.”
Peacock and crane
The crane and the peacock argued which of them was more important.
Peacock says:
I am the most beautiful bird, all the colors shimmer in my tail, and you are gray and ugly.
Crane says:
But I fly through the sky, and you walk through a dung yard.
Peacock
The birds gathered to choose a king for themselves. The peacock spread his tail and began to be called king. And all the birds chose him as king because of his beauty. Magpie says:
Tell us, peacock: when you become king, how will you protect us from the hawk when it chases us?
The peacock did not know what to answer, and all the birds wondered whether the peacock king would be good for them. And they did not take him as king, but took the eagle.
How many people?
A lot of people gathered for the wedding. The neighbor called the worker and said:
Go look how many people are there at the wedding.
The worker went, placed a block of wood at the threshold and sat down on the rubble, waiting for the people to leave the hut.
They began to disperse. Whoever comes out will trip over a block of wood, curse and move on. Only one old woman came out, stumbled, came back and rolled off the block.
The worker returned to the owner. The owner says:
Were there many people there?
Worker says:
There was only one and that old woman.
Why is this so?
And because I rolled the block of wood to the porch, everyone fell on it, but didn’t fall off, the sheep do the same, and one old woman fell off so that the others wouldn’t fall. Only people do that. She is one person.
Master and rooster
The owner did not sleep all night, transported sheaves and before midnight lay down to rest in the yard on the hay.
The rooster saw the owner and thought: “The owner wants to listen to me sing.” He crawled closer to the owner and shouted right in his ear.
The owner woke up and scolded the rooster for not letting him sleep.
The rooster thought that his owner was telling him to sing louder, so he got even closer and began to scream as loud as he could.
The owner took a rake and rounded up the rooster.
Geese and peacock
A peacock, with its tail spread, walked along the shore of the pond. The two goslings looked at him and condemned him.
Look, they say, how ugly his legs are and listen to how awkwardly he screams.
The man heard them and said:
It is true that his legs are not good, and he sings awkwardly, but your legs are even worse, and you sing even worse; but you don't have such a tail.
Cat and fox
The cat and the fox talked about how to get rid of dogs.
Cat says:
I'm not afraid of dogs, because I have one trick from them.
And the fox says:
How to get rid of dogs with one trick? I have seventy-seven tricks and seventy-seven subterfuges.
While they were talking, hunters and dogs came running. The cat has one trick: she jumped up a tree, and the dogs didn’t catch her; and the fox began to do her dodges, but did not dodge: the dogs caught her.
At home
Once upon a time a boy lived as an apprentice and came home for a holiday.
We sat down to porridge. The boy said:
No matter how thick your porridge is, the owner doesn’t have such porridge.
And the mother said:
The family porridge is boiling thicker.
Goat and wolf
The wolf sees that a goat is grazing on a stone mountain and he cannot get close to it; he says to her:
You should go down: here the place is more level, and the grass is much sweeter for you to feed.
And the goat says:
That’s not why you, wolf, are calling me down; you’re not worrying about my food, but about your own food.
The truth is more expensive than anything
The boy was playing and accidentally broke an expensive cup.
Nobody saw it.
The father came and asked:
Who broke it?
The boy shook with fear and said:
Father said:
Thank you for telling the truth.
Hares and wolves
Hares feed on tree bark at night; field hares - winter crops and grass, bean hares - grain grains on the threshing floors. During the night, hares make a deep, visible trail in the snow. Hares are hunted by people, dogs, wolves, foxes, crows, and eagles. If the hare had walked simply and straightly, then in the morning he would have been found by the trail and caught; but God gave the hare cowardice, and cowardice saves him.
The hare walks through fields and forests at night without fear and makes straight tracks; but as soon as morning comes, his enemies wake up, the hare begins to hear the barking of dogs, the screeching of sleighs, the voices of men, the crackling of a wolf in the forest, and begins to rush from side to side out of fear. He will gallop forward, get scared of something and run back in his tracks. He will hear something else and will jump to the side with all his might and gallop away from the previous trail. Again something will knock, again the hare will turn back and again jump to the side. When it becomes light, he will lie down.
In the morning, hunters begin to disassemble the hare's trail, get confused by double tracks and distant jumps, and are surprised at the hare's cunning. But the hare didn’t even think of being cunning. He's just afraid of everything.
old horse
We had an old man named Pimen Timofeich. He was 90 years old. He lived with his grandson without anything to do. His back was bent: he walked with a stick and quietly moved his legs. He had no teeth at all, his face was wrinkled. His lower lip trembled; when he walked and when he spoke, he slapped his lips, and it was impossible to understand what he was saying.
There were four of us brothers and we all loved to ride horses. But we didn’t have any quiet horses to ride. We were allowed to ride only one old horse; this horse's name was Voronok.
Once mother allowed us to ride horses, and we all went to the stable with the uncle. The coachman saddled Voronok for us, and the elder brother rode first. He drove for a long time: he drove to the threshing floor and around the garden, and when he drove back, we shouted: “Well, now ride along!”
The older brother began to kick Voronok with his feet and a whip, and Voronok galloped past us.
After the eldest, another brother sat down. And he rode for a long time, and also dispersed Voronok with his whip and galloped out from under the mountain. He still wanted to go, but the third brother asked him to let him in as soon as possible. The third brother rode to the threshing floor, and around the garden, and even through the village, and galloped very quickly from under the mountain to the stable. When he drove up to us, Voronok was snoring, and his neck and shoulder blades were darkened with sweat.”
When my turn came, I wanted to surprise my brothers and show them how well I ride, - Voronok began to drive with all his might, but Voronok did not want to leave the stable. And no matter how much I hit him, he didn’t want to jump, but just became a coward and turned everything back. I was angry with the horse and hit it as hard as I could with the whip and kicks. I tried to hit her in those places where it hurt her the most, I broke the whip and used the rest of the whip to hit her on the head. But Voronok still didn’t want to jump. Then I turned back, drove up to the guy and asked for a stronger whip. But the guy told me:
“You will have a ride, sir, get off. Why torture a horse? I was offended and said: “How come I didn’t go at all? Look how I ride now! Please give me a stronger whip. I'll light it up."
Then the uncle shook his head and said:
- “Ah, sir, you have no pity. What to kindle it? After all, he is 20 years old. The horse is exhausted, has difficulty breathing, and is old. She's so old! Just like Pimen Timofeich. You would sit on Timofeich and forcefully drive him with a whip. Well, wouldn’t you feel sorry?”
I remembered Pimen and listened to the guy. I got off the horse and when I looked at how she was running around with sweaty sides, breathing heavily through her nostrils and wagging her mangy tail, I realized that the horse was having a hard time. Otherwise I thought she was having as much fun as I was. I felt so sorry for Voronok that I began to kiss his sweaty neck and ask him for forgiveness for beating him.
Since then I have grown up and always feel sorry for the horses, and I always remember Voronok and Pimen Timofeich when I see horses being tortured.
Filipok(True.)
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 said to 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. Filip was filled with fear: what if the teacher chases 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 with a bucket walked past the school 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 scared that he couldn’t speak. - Well, go home if you don’t want to talk. “And Filipok would be glad to say something, but his throat is 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.
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.
Come on, put your name down. - Filipok said: hwe-i-hvi, le-i-li, pe-ok-pok. - Everyone laughed.
Well done, said the teacher. -Who taught you to read?
Filipok dared and said: Kostyushka. I'm poor, I immediately understood everything. I am passionately so clever! - The teacher laughed and said: do you know prayers? - Filipok said; I know,” and the Mother of God began to say; but every word he spoke was wrong. The teacher stopped him and said: stop boasting, and learn.
Since then, Filipok began going to school with the children.
Birdie(True.)
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 must be a nightingale! And how his heart beats.
Mother said:
This is a siskin. Look, don’t 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, and 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 say anything, the little siskin found the door, was delighted, spread its wings and flew through the room to the window, but did not see the glass, 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 he was lying on his chest, his wings outstretched, and 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.
walnut branch(Fairy tale.)
There lived a rich merchant and he had three daughters. He got ready to go for the goods and asked his daughters what to bring them. The eldest asked for beads, the second asked for a ring, and the youngest said: “I don’t need anything; if you remember me, then bring a nut branch.”
The merchant left, did his business and bought eldest daughter beads, second ring. He is already driving back through the large forest and remembers that the smaller one did not ask for anything, only a walnut branch. He got off the cart and went to pick a walnut branch. Suddenly he sees a nut branch on a bush, and not a simple one, and there are golden nuts on it. The merchant thinks: “Here is a gift for my little clever girl.” He bent the branch and broke it.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bear grabbed the merchant’s hand and said: “How dare you break my branch?” Now I will eat you." The merchant was frightened and said: “I would not have taken the branches, but the youngest daughter asked me.”
The bear says: “Go home, but remember: whoever meets you at home first, you give him to me.” — The merchant promised and the bear let him go. The merchant drove on and came home.
As soon as he entered the yard, his beloved youngest daughter runs towards him. The merchant remembered that he had promised the bear the one who would meet him first, and so he died. The merchant told everything that had happened to him and that he had to give his youngest daughter to the bear. Everyone started crying. And the mother says: “Don’t cry, I know what to do.” When the bear comes for our daughter, we will dress up the shepherd’s daughter and give her instead of ours.”
Once everyone is sitting at home and sees that a carriage is driving into the yard. They started watching. They see a bear getting out of the carriage. The bear came in to the merchant and said: “Give me your daughter.” The merchant doesn't know what to say. And the mother guessed, equipped the shepherd’s daughter and brought her to the bear. The bear put her in the carriage and drove off. As soon as they drove away, the bear growled and wanted to eat the shepherd’s daughter. Then she admitted that she was a shepherd's daughter, and not a merchant's daughter.
The bear returned to the merchant and said: “You deceived me, give me a real daughter.” They cried, dressed their daughter, said goodbye to her and gave her to the bear. The bear put her in the carriage and drove off. They drove and drove, came to a large forest and stopped.
The bear got out of the carriage and said: “This is our house, follow me.” The bear climbed into the hole, the girl followed him. Then the bear opened the big door and led the girl into the dark basement and said: “Follow me.” The girl trembled with fear and thought that the end had come for her, but still she followed the bear. Suddenly something crackled like thunder, it became light, and the girl saw that she was not in a basement, but in a rich palace; it was light, music was playing, and smart people met her and bowed to her, and next to her was a young prince. The prince approached her and said: “I am not a bear, but a prince, and I want to marry you.”
Then they sent for father and mother, invited guests and celebrated the wedding. They lived happily and always took care of the walnut branch.
Cow.(True.)
The widow Marya lived with her mother and six children. They lived poorly. But with the last money they bought a brown cow so that there would be milk for the children. The older children fed Burenushka in the field and gave her slops at home. One day, the mother came out of the yard, and the eldest boy Misha reached for bread on the shelf, dropped a glass and broke it. Misha was afraid that his mother would scold him, so he picked up the large glasses from the glass, took them out into the yard and buried them in the manure, and picked up all the small glasses and threw them into the pail. The mother grabbed the glass and began to ask, but Misha did not say: and so the matter remained.
The next day after lunch, Burenushka’s mother went to give Burenushka some slop from the lakhan; she saw Burenushka was bored and did not eat food. They began to treat the cow and called the grandmother. The grandmother said: the cow will not be alive; it will not be necessary to kill it for meat. They called a man and began to beat the cow. The children heard Burenushka roar in the yard. Everyone gathered on the stove and began to cry. When Burenushka was killed, skinned and cut into pieces, glass was found in her throat.
And they found out that she died because she got glass in the slop. When Misha found out this, he began to cry bitterly and confessed to his mother about the glass. The mother said nothing and began to cry herself. She said: we killed our Burenushka, now we have nothing to buy. How will small children live without milk? Misha began to cry even more, and did not get off the stove when they ate jelly from a cow's head. Every day in his dreams he saw Uncle Vasily carrying Burenushka’s dead, brown head by the horns with open eyes and a red neck. Since then the children have had no milk. Only on holidays was there milk, when Marya asked her neighbors for a pot. It happened that the lady of that village needed a nanny for her child. The old woman says to her daughter, let me go, I’ll go as a nanny and maybe God will help you manage the children alone. And I, God willing, will earn enough for a cow a year. And so they did. The old lady went to the lady. And it became even harder for Marya to have children. And children without milk whole year lived: they ate only jelly and prison and became thin and pale. A year passed, the old woman came home and brought twenty rubles. Well, daughter! He says, now let’s buy a cow. Marya was happy, all the children were happy. Marya and the old woman were going to the market to buy a cow. The neighbor was asked to stay with the children, and the neighbor, Uncle Zakhar, was asked to go with them to choose a cow. We prayed to God and went to the city. The children had lunch and went outside to see if they were leading a cow. The children began to judge whether the cow would be brown or black. They began to say: how will they feed her? They waited, waited all day. They went a mile away to meet the cow, it was getting dark, and they came back. Suddenly, they see: a grandmother is riding along the street on a cart, and a motley cow is walking at the rear wheel, tied by the horns and the mother is walking behind, urging her on with a twig. The children ran up and began to look at the cow. They picked up bread and grass and began to feed it. The mother went into the hut, undressed and went out into the yard with a towel and milk pan. She sat down under the cow and wiped the udder. God bless! began to milk the cow; and the children sat in a circle and watched as milk splashed from the udder into the edge of the milk pan and whistled from under the mother’s fingers. The mother milked half the milk pan, took it to the cellar and poured a pot for the children for dinner.
Nakhodka. (True.)
In one village there lived an old woman with her granddaughter. They were very poor and had nothing to eat. Holy Sunday has arrived. The people are happy. Everyone bought themselves to break their fast, only the old lady and her granddaughter had nothing to break their fast with. They cried and began to ask God to help them. And the old woman remembered that in the old days, during the Frenchman’s time, men buried money in the ground. The old woman says to her granddaughter: “Granddaughter, take your shovel and go to the old village; pray to God, and sometimes in the earth, maybe God will send us something. The granddaughter thinks: how can the treasure be found? Well, I’ll do as my grandmother says. I took a shovel and went. She dug a hole and thought: it’ll be done, I’ll dig around, I’ll go home. She wanted to lift the shovel, but she heard that the shovel hit something. She bent down and saw a large little jar. I shook her and something rang. She threw the shovel, ran to her grandmother, shouting: Grandma, I found the treasure! They opened the little jar, it was full of silver, chopped pennies. And the grandmother and granddaughter bought something for the holiday, something to break their fast, and they bought a cow and thanked God that he heard their prayer.
Burden. (Fable.)
After the Frenchman, two men came to Moscow to look for wealth. One was smart, the other stupid. They came to the fire together and found burnt wool. They said: it will be useful for the house. They tied up as much as they could carry and carried it home. On the road, on the street, they saw cloth lying under matting. The smart man threw off the wool, knitted as much cloth as he could carry, and put it on his shoulders. The stupid one said: why throw away wool? It is tied well and holds well on the shoulders and does not take any cloth. They went further and saw: discarded dresses lying on the road. The smart man dumped the cloth, tied the dresses and put them on his shoulders. The fool said: why throw away the wool, it is well knitted and holds firmly on the shoulders. They went further and saw silver dishes lying there. The smart one threw away his dresses and collected as much silver as he could and carried it; but the fool did not take off the wool, because it was well tied and held tightly. Even further on the road they saw gold lying. The smart one threw down the silver and picked up the gold, but the stupid one said: why take off the wool? It is well tied and held firmly on the shoulders. And they went home. On the road, the rain caught them and wet their wool so much that the stupid one gave up and came home with nothing, but the smart one brought gold and became rich.
Little Red Riding Hood
There lived a girl in the village. Her mother sewed her a red cap and the girl always wore it. The people began to call the girl - the girl Little Red Riding Hood. Once the mother said to Little Red Riding Hood: go and visit your grandmother and bring her some cakes and a pot of butter from me. Little Red Riding Hood took the gifts and went. She walked through the forest. Suddenly a wolf came out to meet her in the forest. "Hello, Little Red Riding Hood?" “Hello, wolf. Where are you going?" I'm going to my grandmother. She is old and cannot walk, so I bring her butter and cakes. -Where does your grandmother live? And there’s a village over there behind the forest, in a house on the edge; - Come on, Little Red Riding Hood, who will come first? And the wolf started to run; and Little Red Riding Hood began to take mushrooms and berries and forgot about the wolf. The wolf came before Little Red Riding Hood, found the grandmother's house and pushed the door. Grandmother asked: who is there? The wolf said: it’s me, grandmother, Little Red Riding Hood. The grandmother said: lift the latch, granddaughter. The wolf came in, jumped onto the grandmother’s bed, ate the grandmother, and he put her scarf on her head and went to bed. When Little Red Riding Hood arrived, she also pushed the door and the wolf said to her: lift the latch, granddaughter. Little Red Riding Hood entered, walked up to the bed and said: Hello, grandmother! Why are your eyes so big these days? And the wolf said: to look at you better, granddaughter. - Why are your teeth so big, grandma? - To bite you to death, granddaughter!.. And the wolf grabbed Little Red Riding Hood and ate her. And he undressed and went back into the forest.
Mother and her daughter Annochka
One woman’s girl, Annochka, died. Out of grief, the mother did not drink or eat, and cried for three days and three nights. On the third night the mother fell asleep. And the mother sees in a dream that it is as if Annochka has come to her and is holding a mug in her hand. What are you, Anna? And why do you have a mug? And I collected all your tears in this mug, mommy. You see the mug is full. Don't cry anymore. If you still cry for me, then extra tears will fall over the edge onto the ground and then I will feel bad in the next world. I feel good there now.
Since then, the mother no longer cried for her girl.
She was glad that she was happy in the next world.
Squirrel and Wolf (Fable)
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 playing and jumping.
Belka said:
“Let me go up the tree first, I’ll tell you from there, otherwise I’m afraid of you.”
The wolf let go, and the squirrel went up a tree and said from there:
-You're bored because you're angry. Anger burns your heart. And we are cheerful because we are kind and do no harm to anyone.
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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 all playing and jumping up there.
Belka said:
“Let me go up the tree first, I’ll tell you from there, otherwise I’m afraid of you.”
The wolf let go, and the squirrel went up a tree and said from there:
-You're bored because you're angry. Anger burns your heart. And we are cheerful because we are kind and do no harm to anyone.
Moral of the story and main idea
Anger is a bad feeling. You need to look for the good in yourself and others. Evil people have a hard time.
Analysis
The fable shows that there are two views on the world. You can look at him for good or evil. And what kind of life awaits a person will depend on what you choose.
Listen to the fable with pictures on video
Several interesting Fables
- Aesop's fable Hercules and Plutos
Text and analysis of the fable Hercules and Plutos
- Aesop's fable The Rooster and the Pearl
Text and analysis of the fable The Rooster and the Pearl
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Retelling of L. N. Tolstoy’s fairy tale “The Squirrel and the Wolf” (preparatory group)
Retelling of L's fairy tale. N Tolstoy
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Tasks:
- coherent speech: learn retell literary text in a situation of written speech (child dictates - adult writes down)
-vocabulary and grammar: activate complex sentences in speech; pay attention to the presence of short forms of adjectives in the author’s text and add them to the active dictionary; form words with the same root; activate antonyms in speech.
The teacher invites the children to listen fairy tale L. N Tolstoy
« Squirrel and wolf»
Squirrel jumped from branch to branch and fell right on the sleepy wolf. Wolf jumped up and wanted to eat it. The squirrel began to ask:
- Let me in.
The wolf said:
- Okay, I’ll let you in, just tell me why you squirrels, so cheerful. I’m always bored, but I look at you, you’re up there all playing and jumping.
Squirrel said:
“Let me go up the tree first, and from there I’ll tell you, otherwise I’m afraid of you.”
The wolf let go, A squirrel went up a tree and from there said:
“You’re bored because you’re angry.” Anger burns your heart. And we are cheerful because we are kind and do no harm to anyone.
After reading, there is a short discussion on the content. fairy tales.
After the children’s answers, the corresponding fragment is read fairy tales.
1. Who is this about? fairy tale?
2. What happened to the heroes fairy tales?
3. Why the wolf put the squirrel down?
4. Why the wolf decided, What squirrels are always cheerful?
5. Why squirrels are cheerful, A the wolf is always bored? How about this
stated in fairy tale?
6. B funny squirrels in a fairy tale, kind, and the wolf is angry and boring. How about
the wolf says in the fairy tale?
After the conversation, the teacher reads again fairy tale and asks to pay attention to the expressiveness of the author’s text.
After repeated reading, the teacher offers the children tell this tale, write down retellings and place on
"Board for parents" so that all mothers and fathers can
The teacher explains the rules retelling.
Starts tell the child the teacher points to. Then they continue in the same way until the end fairy tales.
At the end, the text recorded by the teacher is read in its entirety and amendments are made to it.
Let's continue the conversation.
IN the fairy tale was told, What funny squirrels. They jump from branch to branch and play. How else do they have fun, what do they do?
Children. They jump, frolic, fly from branch to branch, swinging on the branches.
Educator. Listen to how different you can talk about squirrel fun: funny squirrels, squirrels are cheerful, squirrels will move in, squirrels have fun. (Pronounces words with the same root emphatically)
Squirrels are funny, A the wolf is not happy at all, Which one then?
Children. Sad.
Educator. Squirrels having fun, A wolf ….
Children. Sad.
Educator. Squirrels are having fun, A to the wolf...
Children. Sad.
Educator. Listen to how many different words you have they said about the wolf:
Sad, sad, sad. The words are different, but they are related to each other in meaning and sound similar. These words are related because they are related in meaning and sound similar. (When pronouncing words of the same root, he always emphasizes the similarity of sound with his voice).
Educator. Invites children to choose related words to the word "glad".
If children find it difficult to find words, the teacher asks leading questions.
We make sentences with related words.
We recall words that are opposite in meaning to words
Cheerful, spring, joyful.
Educator. What can you talk about say cheerful?
Educator. What can you talk about say spring?
Children. Day, snow, stream, ice...
Educator. Listen to how these sound words: cheerful, spring.
They sound very similar. But in meaning these are not related, they are not related, and they have different related words: in the word cheerful - fun, fun, have fun; the word spring means spring, freckles, stonefly.
At the end of the lesson, the teacher invites the children, when they go for a walk, to find objects whose names are indicated by related words.
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