Psychotherapeutic fairy tale. Let's learn kindness and friendship. What do fairy tales teach? Fairy tales that teach good reading

Everyone knows such a literary genre as a fairy tale. This word comes from the verb “kazat” (“to say”) and in the distant past meant a list or description. Currently, a fairy tale is a short, most often prose work about some fictional events.

There are two types of fairy tales: folklore and literary. The first type is legends that do not have a specific author and are composed by the people. The events occurring in the plot, as a rule, do not have any resemblance to reality, unlike some other genres of oral folk art: epics and historical songs.

Literary fairy tales appeared much later. They belong to specific authors and are most often created on the basis of folk art, have similar characters, plot and style of narration.

Fairy tales are traditionally considered works for children. The main purpose of these works is to teach the child the rules of behavior in the family and society, good attitude towards people and other moral principles. Fairy tales teach kindness, which always defeats evil.

Why is it worth reading fairy tales?

Despite the rapidly changing technologically advanced world of the 21st century, psychologists believe that modern children need fairy tales.

In addition to the obvious advantage of learning and getting to know the world, several more arguments can be made in favor of this genre.

Stories about kindness give children a positive attitude. After all, there is so much negativity in the world, inspired by society: in kindergarten, school, and even by unsuspecting parents. Suffice it to remember the phrase “You will become a janitor if you don’t study” and its variations. In fairy tales, heroes also face difficulties, but they always find a way out.

Also, reading together with parents is a great way to spend a family evening. This activity brings people together and unites them, which is important, since in the modern world people spend much less time with children than they did a couple of centuries ago.

How to choose a fairy tale for a child?

A child’s acquaintance with this genre should begin in accordance with his age. Long fairy tales about kindness with a complex plot and a large number of characters may be incomprehensible to young children. And those who are older are unlikely to be captivated by the banal “Ryaba Hen”.

Psychologists advise offering children simple stories about animals as the first fairy tales about kindness: “Kolobok”, “Kochet and the Chicken”, “Teremok”.

As you grow up, you can move from Russian folklore to foreign and literary fairy tales: the works of the Brothers Grimm, Wilhelm Hauff, Hans Christian Andersen, Charles Perrault. In this case, an additional advantage will be that the child will become acquainted with the culture and traditions of other peoples.

When all the known stories have been read, you can turn to specialized Internet resources. Book portals like LiveLib make it easy to choose stories about kindness for children.

Folklore. "Grateful Bear"

“The Grateful Bear” is a Mordovian folk tale. This work is suitable for reading to children under 5-6 years old.

In the story, a certain girl was walking through the forest and suddenly met a bear. Frightened, she tried to run away from him, but fear gripped her whole body so that the girl could not move. But the bear did not want to harm her. All he did was hold out his wounded paw, which had a splinter in it. The girl pulled it out, and the bear left.

After some time they met again. The beast carried in its paws a hive with honey from wild bees. He put it in front of the girl and disappeared again. The girl took this hive and took it to her village: there was so much honey that there was enough for all the inhabitants.

The moral of this story about kindness is obvious, but important: you must always provide help to those who need it, and also return kindness for kindness.

“You won’t be full of stolen goods”

This Belarusian folk tale teaches one of the most important moral principles: do not take what belongs to others.

The father decided that it was time for his two sons to find a calling in life. The older young man, seeing a forge in a neighboring village, decided that he wanted to make money as a blacksmith. This made my father happy.

But the younger one couldn’t decide on his desired profession so quickly: he didn’t like anything. One day he had the idea of ​​stealing oxen from a shepherd, because it was an easy and profitable occupation.

The first ox was stolen, and it was time to cook dinner from its meat. The youngest son could not calm down and get rid of the thought that he had been noticed stealing - he constantly looked around and was nervous.

Before sitting down at the table, the father suggested taking measurements and finding out who would get fatter from what they ate.

After some time, it turned out that the son had lost half his weight because he always thought about stealing while eating and was afraid of being caught. The title of this tale fully reflects its main conclusion.

"The Carpenter and the Cat"

Like "The Grateful Bear," this Japanese tale of kindness is simple but contains deep meaning. She teaches that one should not abandon loved ones in a difficult situation, but should strive to help them.

In ancient times, there lived a carpenter who had a cat. The owner loved his pet and brought the cat fish every day. In turn, the cat also loved the carpenter.

Everything was fine, but one day a misfortune happened. A man discovered that he was beginning to go blind - due to a strange illness or old age. The carpenter could no longer work, and he had no money for anything, including fish for the cat.

But, despite the fact that she had nothing to eat, the cat did not leave her owner. One night she climbed onto the bed and began to lick the carpenter's eyes. After some time, a miracle happened and the man regained his sight.

Literary tales on the theme of kindness. Works of Charles Perrault

The authorship of the French writer Charles Perrault includes such popular stories as “Puss in Boots”, “Tom Thumb”, “Gingerbread House”, “Little Red Riding Hood” and others. Some of them were included in the famous collection “Tales of Mother Goose”.

Many of his fairy tales about kindness were repeatedly filmed - for example, “Cinderella and the Glass Slipper” and “Sleeping Beauty”.

Most fairy tales, along with fables, belong to the so-called genre of low literature. However, the works of Charles Perrault are exceptions. This author was the one who could convey deep meaning in simple words understandable to children, without forgetting humor where it was appropriate. A child can be introduced to the fairy tales of Charles Perrault at the age of 5-6 years.

Hans Christian Andersen

The tales of the Danish writer Hans are known all over the world and amaze with their seriousness, depth and touchingness. Entire generations of children have been engrossed in stories about the Little Mermaid, Thumbelina, the Snow Queen and the Steadfast Tin Soldier. These tales can safely be called masterpieces. Films and cartoons were also made based on them.

Despite the fact that the fairy tale as a whole is positioned as a genre for children, the works of Hans Christian Andersen will also be appreciated by adults. All stories contain multifaceted meanings that each reader will perceive differently.

Gianni Rodari

Many people know this Italian writer as the author of “The Adventures of Cipollino” and “Gelsomino in the Land of Liars,” but, in addition to these stories, Gianni Rodari also created many more fairy tales about kindness for children.

These stories are full of funny humor and cheerfulness. Rodari was a talented author and had a truly inexhaustible imagination. His fairy tales instill in children such qualities as courage, masculinity, honesty, kindness, optimism and self-confidence. Gianni Rodari always wanted his young readers, regardless of their chosen path in life, to grow up to be real people.

Good fairy tales for children – 7 bedtime stories

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

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

Series: That's it!

In good hands

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

– I’ll give the puppy to good hands.

He explained that he loved this puppy very much, but circumstances were such that he needed to leave urgently, and he would not be able to take the puppy with him.

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

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

“Mom, let’s take him,” she asked her mother. “He’s so cute, so funny.”

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

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

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

- Carefully! – the girl holding the puppy shouted in fear. - You'll tear off his paws!

With these words, she hastily handed it over to the girl, who was ready to tear off the puppy’s paws just to take possession of it.

“Mom,” the second girl turned to her mother, “let’s take him!”

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

- No, girl, I will never give it to you.

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

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

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

“And you, girl, take it,” the man said, turning to the girl who sat down next to the puppy. “I see you will be a true friend to him.” I think he will always make you happy too.

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

Mischievous boy

The mischievous boy was very fond of mischief: he would break a rose that someone had carefully planted in the front garden, he would break a sand castle built by the boys in the sandbox, he would pull a girl’s braid, he would scare away a cat. His mischievous tricks spoiled the mood of those around him, and this made the mischievous boy happy.

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

He put a previously prepared stone into his school backpack in order to throw it into the fountain pool and splash the children passing nearby. He did not forget to put a thick black felt-tip pen in his backpack, this was in order to paint the window sills and walls at school. I took the buttons in case someone managed to place them on the chair. He set an alarm on his phone for the time when the first lesson would take place.

The Good Fairy saw the bad boy's preparations and decided to teach him a lesson. She made this boy appear through the looking glass.

Coming out of the entrance of the house, the mischievous boy saw the neighbor's cat, whom he always scared. But now he held the door open and called the cat in a feignedly gentle voice:

- Go, I'll hold the door.

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

- What, does it hurt? – asked a boy similar to him, letting the cat into the entrance. “It would hurt the cat just as much if you pinched its tail.”

With these words, the mysterious boy, who looked like a bad boy, disappeared, and the bad boy went to school. Having reached the fountain, he took the stone he had prepared from his backpack and began to wait for the approaching guys. But suddenly, from the other side, a stone the same size as the one he was holding in his hands flew into the water, and the splashes caused by its fall into the water splashed the harmful boy from head to toe.

- What, is it fun? - asked the splashed boy, a mysterious boy similar to him appeared out of nowhere. “It would be the same for everyone else you sprayed.”
Having said this, the mysterious boy disappeared.

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

It was festive and fun in the schoolyard. Only the mischievous boy was not having much fun, because he had not yet managed to commit a single crime.

“It would be great if the paint on the benches wasn’t dry,” thought the mischievous boy, watching the girls sit on the bench. But the paint was well dried, no one got smeared in it.
“I’ll go pull that little girl’s braid,” decided the mischievous boy, heading towards the girl with white bows woven into her braids. As soon as the mischievous boy extended his hand to the girl’s pigtail, someone gave him a strong slap on the back of the head.

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

- Aren’t you having fun? – asked the mysterious boy. “The girl you wanted to pull by the braid just now would feel the same way as you do now.”

Before the mischievous boy could answer, the mysterious boy disappeared. “Hmm, it’s not at all unpleasant when they slap you on the head, pinch your finger, or spray you with water,” thought the mischievous boy. - Okay, I won’t push buttons on anyone, it’s probably also unpleasant to sit on a sharp button. But I’ll write on the windowsill.”

With these thoughts, the mischievous boy entered the clean school lobby, went to the back window, took out a felt-tip pen and began to think about what to write. There were three options - “Verka is imaginary”, “Tolyan is an idiot” or “All teachers are fools”. I decided to write about teachers, but I couldn’t write it. Someone covered the window sill with white paint, which the mischievous boy got his hand into.

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

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

– I am you, only through the looking glass.

– What another looking glass! – the mischievous boy was indignant. - It only happens in a fairy tale.

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

- Forever? – the mischievous boy asked in fear.

– I don’t know, it all depends on you. I think she will release you when you reform.

- What is there to improve?

– You must stop causing harm.

- Oh, but this is so cool! These are jokes, this is fun.

- Funny? – asked the mysterious boy. “I didn’t notice that you were having much fun.”

“Although, only those who do harm have fun,” agreed the mischievous boy. The mysterious boy objected:

“But I didn’t have fun when I pinched your finger, I didn’t have fun when I splashed you, when I slapped you on the back of the head.” And now I'm not having fun. Come on, dry yourself quickly.

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

“Yes, perhaps you’re right,” agreed the mischievous boy, “this isn’t fun for anyone.”

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

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

Girl and Time

One day the Bunny came to the Good Fairy with a request to help his friend, the Girl, who was always late.

“I think,” said the Bunny, “Time has bewitched my friend, leads her through its labyrinths, and therefore she cannot correctly navigate in time.”

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

- Yes, this is very bad.

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

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

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

With these words the Fairy called Time:

– Dear Time, please give us your attention. Bunny and I really need your help.

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

– Hello, Fairy and Bunny! - Time greeted. - How can I help you?

The Fairy and the Bunny responded with greetings, and the Fairy told Time about the Bunny’s friend, the Girl who was always late. Listening to the Fairy, Time frowned more and more.

- Yes, I know this Girl. She really is almost always late. This is not good.

- So help her! – the Bunny almost shouted in excitement, turning to Time.

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

- Break the spell on her, please! Make sure she doesn't wander in your labyrinths.

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

- How else? Why is she always late?

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

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

- Remember, Bunny, when the Girl was late to meet you.

The bunny remembered many cases at once, but named only one.

“Yesterday morning we were going to go with her to the river to catch and release dragonflies, but she didn’t come.

– Didn’t come at all or didn’t come on time? - asked Time.

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

- Well, maybe she called you and apologized?

“No,” answered the Bunny sadly.

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

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

“Little wolf,” the Girl turned to him, “where are you going?”

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

- I’m going to see the Bunny, he and I will go to the river to catch dragonflies.

“Go ahead,” muttered the Wolf Cub, “and catch your dragonflies.” And the Fox and the Raccoon and I will play dodgeball.

“Take me with you, Little Wolf,” the Girl asked. “I’m so good at kicking!”

- Yes? – the wolf cub was surprised at something. What about Bunny and dragonflies?

- Well, them! – the girl waved her hand towards the Bunny’s house, as if brushing off something.

“Let’s go,” agreed the Wolf Cub. - Only, mind you, you will be a bouncer.

The girl, without thinking about anything anymore, changed the direction of the path and went with the Wolf Cub.

The bunny looked in surprise at the Girl and the Wolf Cub and kept expecting that now the Girl would take her beautiful phone out of her dress pocket and call him, invite him to the lawn to play dodgeball. But neither on the road, nor on the lawn, where the Fox, the Raccoon and the Squirrel were waiting for the Wolf with the ball, did the Girl call the Bunny. The bunny saw how cheerfully and joyfully the children were playing on the lawn, and he remembered how sadly he sat on a swing near his house and waited for the Girl.

– What an unnecessary Girl! – the Good Fairy was indignant.

“And even mean,” said Time. - She betrayed her friend Bunny.

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

- When else has she let you down?

Bunny thought to himself, “almost always,” but said:

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

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

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

Then she saw that her favorite cartoon was on TV. The girl sat down on the sofa and began watching a cartoon. The cartoon ended after thirty minutes. The girl turned off the TV, stood up, looked in the mirror, looked at her watch, took the gift she had prepared for the Bunny, and slowly left the house.

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

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

- Hello! – Tiger Cub answered the Girl. - Do we really know each other?

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

The tiger cub hesitated a little, but still answered:

- And I am Tiger Cub.

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

– I’m going to the cinema now.

- One? – the Girl was happy about something.

“Yes,” answered the Tiger Cub sadly. “My sister was supposed to come, but she called and said that she wouldn’t be able to come.” Can not get in time.

The Tiger Cub wanted to continue, wanted to explain why his little sister couldn’t keep up, but the Girl interrupted him:

- Do you want me to go with you?

– You’re going to your friend’s birthday party.

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

- Is it true? – the Tiger Cub was delighted, looking at the Girl in a beautiful blue sundress. - Let's go to!

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

The Bunny, who was no longer waiting for the Girl, was glad to see her, but at the same time he was upset, because the holiday had already passed, the guests had left. He expected the Girl to apologize and somehow explain her lateness, but the Girl made do with the following words:

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

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

- Well, at least the Girl isn’t late for her birthday? – the Fairy asked the Bunny.

“He’s late,” answered the Bunny, nodding his head.

“This Girl shows great disrespect for everyone,” Time remarked sadly. – As you can see, she does not wander through my labyrinths at all. This girl simply does not value her time or anyone else's. She is not friends with me, but I don’t want to be friends with such a Girl.

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

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

“That’s true,” Time noted. – With such behavior, this Girl can never be anyone’s friend. And I will punish this disgrace, let her really wander through my labyrinths.
From now on, this Girl will always be late for all her most important events.

- How? - Bunny exclaimed in fear. – For the most important events! This is terrible! She will be unhappy.

- I do not know, maybe. And perhaps she won't even notice it.

- No, no, please don't do this! – the Bunny begged.

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

Here the Fairy intervened:

“The girl has already punished herself.” She lost Bunny's friendship.

Optimist and Pessimist

Two brothers came to one village to visit their grandparents. They arrived late in the evening, saw little around, and the next morning they both woke up to the crowing of a rooster. The boys had never heard a real rooster crow before.

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

- This is our rooster crowing. He announces that a new day is beginning.

– A real rooster? – the boy was surprised and delighted. - Grandma, where is he? Can I look at him?

- Shut your rooster! He doesn't let you sleep! – the other brother asked angrily, turning to the wall.

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

It was a wonderful, sunny day. The boy happily walked around the entire yard. I met a rooster and chickens, a goat, a dog and a cat. Everything was very interesting to this boy, he was extremely happy about everything.

Every day this boy began to wake up and start his day early to the crowing of a rooster. In the old days, that’s what they said about waking up early - “rises with the roosters.” This boy became friends with everyone in the yard, and everyone loved him, and the dog even became his true friend. He ran after the boy everywhere and rejoiced in everything with him. Every morning this brother happily fed the chickens and rooster with his grandfather, picked berries from the ridges and bushes with his grandmother, and helped his grandfather and grandmother in many other ways.

The other brother was not very happy about anyone. He did not like the rooster because of its loud morning singing, which prevented him from sleeping, he was afraid of the goat because of its long horns, and generally considered the cat and the dog to be parasites. And there was no help from him for my grandparents: picking berries - the bushes are prickly, bringing water - it’s hard, taking a goat into the pen - it’s dangerous, in case it gets gored. The brothers were different. What pleased one brother rarely pleased the other, and more often, on the contrary, upset and irritated him.

– Look how the droplets sparkle in the sun! - one brother rejoiced at the dew.

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

- It's windy today! Let's run and fly kites! - one brother rejoiced. Of course, you guessed it: the one who got up with the roosters.

“The wind is so nasty today,” another brother grumbled, “it will blow again.” It's better to sit in front of the TV.

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

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

This is how these brothers were nicknamed in the village: the brother who was happy about everything was called the Optimist, and the other brother, who was annoyed by everything, was called the Pessimist.

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

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

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

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

Rule

One day, two boys on bicycles were riding along the path around the fountain in the yard. One boy had a red bicycle, and the other had a green one. They rode one after another: a boy on a red bicycle in front, and a boy on a green bicycle behind him. The boy who was driving behind was tired of being second, but he was unable to overtake and go around his friend.

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

- Let me go, I need to pass! - announced the boy on the green bicycle, who changed his direction.

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

- It’s you who bothers me! I'm going there! – the boy, who changed direction, waved his hand, indicating where he was going.

“Why do you have to go there, it’s wrong, you and I were going there,” his friend protested.

- I was the first to go out for a ride! – the boy on the green bicycle put forward an argument.

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

- Just think, I am the Ministry of Emergency Situations, you must give way to me.

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

At this time, their bicycles stood on the path opposite each other and were worried.

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

“Yes,” agreed the second bicycle, “he certainly won’t be a diplomat, he doesn’t know how to negotiate.” He was unable to come to an agreement with my master. Maybe he was going to business negotiations.

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

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

- Probably, yes, it won’t. What kind of rescuer is he? Most likely he was a thug. How he ran into my master!

Meanwhile, the boys, cuffing each other, decided to continue on their way. Moreover, each of the boys wanted to be the first to slip in their own direction. They both jumped on their bikes at the same time and rode towards each other. The bicycles collided. The boys themselves hit each other painfully.

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

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

- None of your business! – the rescue boy was rude.

“We’re going on business,” answered the second boy. “And he drove into oncoming traffic and blocked my way.”

- He drove into oncoming traffic! My business is more important, I am a rescuer from the Ministry of Emergency Situations.

– And who are you rushing to save? Are you going to a fire? - Grandfather asked.

“Then you’re late,” said grandfather sadly. “While you were arguing and fighting here, the house, if they were waiting for you there, would have already burned down.” You failed to save anyone. You don't have to rush anymore. If you hadn't wasted your time arguing and fighting, you could have helped a lot of people. I hope the real rescuers put out the fire and saved the residents.

-Who should I save?

“I think,” said the grandfather, “if you do not follow the road rule, you will not only not be able to save anyone, but you will also get into trouble yourself.”

-What other rule? – the rescue boy muttered.

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

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

– You see, pedestrians don’t attack each other, everyone disperses. You should too.

– I understand, we shouldn’t drive in the middle of the road! – the boy who was going to the negotiations was delighted. – If we drive along the edge of the path, we won’t hit each other.

“That’s right,” answered the grandfather, nodding his head approvingly. The boys moved their bicycles to the right, and since they were standing towards each other, it turned out that they parted in different directions. Now the boys no longer touched each other and could calmly part ways. Having cheerfully jumped on their bicycles, they each rushed off in their own direction.

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

“Grandfather,” the boy who owned the red bicycle turned to his grandfather, “we rode correctly, on the right side, and did not touch each other.” So we can be motorists?

“To become a motorist, you need to know and follow not one, but many road rules, you need to know road signs and indicators,” answered the grandfather. – When you grow up, you will definitely learn all of them. Before going on the road, everyone must take exams according to these rules.

- How do we recognize them? - the boys asked.

– All of them are written in special textbooks.

“They are registered,” the rescue boy muttered dissatisfiedly, “but I still don’t know how to read.”

“It’s no problem,” answered the grandfather. – When you become an adult, you will definitely be able to read well. In the meantime, your parents and teachers will teach you some rules. There’s one rule you already know for sure, right? – Grandfather asked, slyly peering into the boys’ faces.

“We know,” the friends answered almost in unison. – You should always drive on the right side of the road.

Portraits

Two sisters lived in one family - an older and a younger one. The older sister had poor health and was weak, but she was a kind, hardworking girl. The younger sister was a very healthy and strong girl, but lazy and cunning. The little sister did not like any kind of work, and therefore constantly pretended to be sick. It was necessary to help the parents clean the house, the eldest, although she was sick, pretended to be healthy and with the last of her strength did what she could: vacuumed the floors, wiped the dust, watered the flowers, and the youngest, claiming to be sick, did not help her parents in any way. It was necessary to help the parents in the garden, the older sister was right there, pretending to be healthy, with the last of her strength weeding the beds and watering the flowers, and the youngest, pretending to be sick, was idle again.

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

One Sunday winter day the sisters woke up and greeted each other. The eldest got out of bed, made her bed and went to the toilet rooms. Along the way she greeted her parents. Mom was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, and dad was rubbing ointment on his skis. The parents announced that after breakfast everyone would go for a ride in the park. Having put herself in order, the older sister returned to the bedroom and saw that the youngest was still lying in bed and looking at the pictures.

- Get up quickly! It's so sunny today, let's go to the park.

- Is breakfast ready? – asked the little sister.

- No, mom is cooking, but for now you go and wash yourself, the bathroom is free.

– Oh, I’m not quite well, I’ll lie down for a while. Call me for breakfast.

“Okay,” the eldest agreed, “and I’ll go and help my mother set the table.”

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

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

“Well, daughter,” dad objected, taking her out of bed, “we need to get up.” You won't be lying in bed all day. Let's all have breakfast together and go to the park. Do you want to go to the park?

- Want! – the youngest agreed.

After eating, the youngest, as always, left the table, threw “Thank you” over her shoulder and left, and the eldest remained to help her parents clear the dishes. The three of us quickly - dad, mom and eldest daughter - got things done in the kitchen. Everyone quickly got ready and went to the park. Mom and Dad took skis, and the girls took sleds.

The park was wonderful. Mom and Dad ran several laps on skis along the alleys of the park, and the girls and all the kids sledded down the hill. All four - parents and daughters - returned home cheerful, rosy, joyful and a little tired. The most tired of all was the eldest daughter, who during the ride helped her sister bring the sled up the mountain, but she did not show it, did not show her fatigue, and, having changed clothes and washed her hands, went to the kitchen to help her mother with lunch. Her younger sister, although she was full of energy and strength, as always, was tired and sick, and did not help anyone.

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

Just when the eldest daughter was setting the table, an invisible piece of magical dust fell on her. The girl didn’t even notice how her strength returned, her fatigue disappeared. And from then on, it began to grow and get stronger day by day. But the younger sister, on the contrary, began to weaken and began to become really ill. After all, while pretending to be sick, a magical invisible speck of dust also fell on her, and she became sick.

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

To the envious

There is an envious girl in the world who really doesn’t like it when someone has something better than her. For example, when she sees a new beautiful dress on a friend, she is not happy for her friend, but is upset that she does not have such a dress, although her dress may not be worse. Seeing that her other friend jumps ropes better and more dexterously than she does, the envious girl is not happy for her friend, but is upset that she can’t do it that way.

And since there is always someone who has something better, or there is someone who is superior to her in something, the girl is constantly upset. And grief, as we know, takes a lot of strength out of people, so the envious girl also loses strength from her grief. But the envious girl also has joy. She is always happy that someone has something worse than her, that someone has something more difficult than she does.

There are a lot of such guys too. Someone thinks worse than her, someone sings worse than her, someone generally has complete troubles in life. These joys are wrong, since one should rejoice at the good, the good...

Fortunately, the envious girl knows how to rejoice in good things, but very little, because in search of the shortcomings of those around her, she does not notice much around her that really gives joy.

Baba Yaga lives nearby in a fairy-tale world, and she is also very envious. One day Baba Yaga saw this girl and was very happy: “What a wonderful girl! She will make a real Baba Yaga!”

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

With Baba Yaga in the fairy-tale world lives a kind cat Fedosei, who is a friend of many fairy-tale characters in this world, everyone respects him, happily communicates with him, and Baba Yaga considers him her pet cat. Seeing that Baba Yaga was getting younger before her eyes, the cat Fedosei asked her:

- Baba Yaga, how do you manage to look so young? Have you really found a tree with rejuvenating apples?

“No,” answered the grandmother, “I met a girl who, like me, envies everyone.” She, like me, doesn’t like it when others are doing well, just like me, she rejoices at other people’s failures and the fact that someone has something worse than her. I also teach her to look for and find bad things in others and constantly discuss it with everyone. And soon I will teach this girl to even invent something bad about those around her! Then she will become a real Baba Yaga!

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Okay, I’ll help you cat Fedoseya. - Said the owl. “But it’s a long way to the good storyteller’s house; you may not be able to endure such a road.”

“It’s not a problem,” said the cat Fedosei, “I’ll ask my friends to help me.”

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

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

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

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

How long or how short did the eight of them race, but they reached the good storyteller.

The storyteller praised the owl:

- You, Uncle Owl, are a great fellow, you dared to take such a long and difficult flight. And I see the road, remember it well. You helped everyone.

The storyteller also praised the wolves:

– You, brother wolves, have shown yourself to be true friends, you helped the cat Fedosei on such a long and difficult journey. Without you, he might not have gotten there.

The kind storyteller said to Fedoseya the cat:

“You, cat Fedosei, have a good idea of ​​how to help envious children.” I will definitely write this fairy tale.

– Maybe an envious girl will read this fairy tale. Then she will understand that envy is bad,” said one brother wolf.

“Yes, let all the envious people know that they are turning into Grandmother-Yagas and Grandfathers-Yagas,” said the other brother wolf.

– Will I end up in this fairy tale? – the fox asked the storyteller.

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

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

“Tell me,” the storyteller agreed.

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

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

Do you often tell your children fairy tales about kindness and good deeds, do you talk to them about our little brothers, do you often have conversations about kindness and mutual assistance in your home? This and much more will be discussed at the April Marathon of Kindness, where I will also gladly take part as the leader of one of the topics. If you haven’t heard anything about our marathon yet or want to learn more, I advise you to go to the Marathon page. Be sure to watch the video, which is the intro for the Marathon. I am sure it will not leave you indifferent and will become an impetus for some good deed.

From me to you a good fairy tale about a gnome, which, it seems to me, conveys the essence of our Marathon: do good to others and it will definitely come back to you.

Forest Assistant

One day Alyonka and Vanechka went for a walk in the good forest. They walked, admired flowers, ate fragrant strawberries, listened to birds singing, and inhaled the aroma of fresh pine needles. Suddenly the guys came out into a clearing that they had never been to before and saw that there was a nice little house standing there.

— I wonder who lives in this house? - said Vanechka.

“This is Fedya the gnome’s house,” a thin voice was suddenly heard.

The guys looked around and saw that a Bird sitting on a birch branch was talking to them.

- Who is he, Fedya the gnome? “We don’t know him yet,” asked Alyonka.

“Fedya is a forest assistant,” answered the Bird.

- What is this, his job? – Vanechka was surprised.

“No,” she shook her head, “this is not work, Fedya is just a very kind gnome.” He always helps everyone: he heals broken trees, makes sure that chicks do not fall out of their nests, and helps forest animals make provisions for the winter. Fedya will always find a kind word for everyone and help in any trouble, so everyone always rushes to him for help.

- What a good fellow this gnome is! - Alyonka exclaimed.

Then the guys saw that the gnome Fedya himself came out of the house into the clearing, said hello to the sun, to the forest, and then noticed the guys and invited them to drink tea and sandwiches with raspberry jam.

- Be sure to come and visit when you come to the forest! - Fedya said when he said goodbye to the guys.

This is how Alyonka and Vanechka met Fedya. Since then, they often met him in the forest, when he was helping one of the forest inhabitants. Sometimes the guys dropped in to visit Fedya, however, he was not always at home, he often went off on his good forest business. After all, in the forest someone always needs help.

On one of the first autumn days, Alyonka and Vanechka went into the forest to pick mushrooms. The day before, it was raining mushrooms, as the grandmother said, and the guys decided to collect mushrooms to dry for the winter. While collecting russula and chanterelles, the brother and sister themselves did not notice how the path led them to Fedya’s house. Alyonka knocked on the small door, and the guys heard Fedya’s voice from the depths of the house:

- Come in, it's not locked!

This was a little strange, since the owner of the house always opened the door for guests himself. When Alyonka and Vanechka entered the house, they saw that Fedya was lying in bed. When they asked what happened, the gnome answered:

- Yes, three days ago, after the rain, I went to check how things were in the forest. Slipped, fell and broke his leg. It’s good that the elves found me and helped me get home.

“Fedya, if we had known that you were lying here alone, we would have come earlier!” - said Alyonka. - Maybe you need help, do something, bring something?

- Thank you, my dears. I have everything. I'm not alone. My forest friends did not leave me in trouble. The hares brought sorrel, hare cabbage, squirrel nuts,... A fairy friend of mine came in and brought me some magic ointment and cooked me some soup and baked pies with apples. Help yourself! The fox came running and put things in order in the house. My friends did not leave me in trouble.

Then there was a knock on the door, and the Bear came in with a full barrel of honey.

“This is for you, Fedya,” she growled. – You always help us, so we haven’t forgotten about you!

- Maybe we can do something for you after all? – Vanechka asked.

“I think you can,” Fedya smiled. “I’m worried about who will take care of the forest while I’m sick.” Could you walk through the forest and see how things are going there, has anything happened?

The guys said goodbye to the gnome and promised that they would definitely fulfill his request. Fedya turned out to be right, in the forest someone always needs help: a curious one who has fallen out of the nest, a wolf cub whose tail is stuck in a crevice of an oak tree, a hedgehog trying to shake apples from an apple tree, and many others.

Alyonka and Vanechka returned home late in the evening, with half-empty baskets. They had no time to pick mushrooms. The children told their grandmother about how their day went and about the gnome Fedya. Grandmother praised them and said:

- You see, the one who selflessly helps everyone will never be left without help. Fedya always came to the aid of everyone, and now the forest inhabitants have not left him in trouble!

- Alyonka, now let’s go every day, until Fedya recovers, and see how things are going there, if anyone needs help! – Vanechka suggested, and his sister happily agreed with him.

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

Fairy tales that teach good...

These good bedtime stories with a happy and instructive ending will delight your child before bed, calm him down, and teach kindness and friendship.

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

If you want to raise a kind and sympathetic child, and help him act correctly in difficult life situations, then be sure to read educational bedtime stories to your child.

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

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

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

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

Having made his sons promise that they would only shoot from a slingshot at an inanimate target marked on the wall of the barn, the father and his sons went into the nearby forest. They took with them everything they needed to make slingshots: a knife, two leather tongues from Vasya’s old boots and a medical rubber tourniquet. By lunchtime, all three returned with a bouquet of flowers for mom, a glass of fragrant strawberries for tea, and two fresh slingshots.

Fedya and Vasya were in joyful excitement. They vied with each other to praise their slingshots, told their mother how far they managed to shoot with them in the forest, and even made guesses as to who would hit the target on the wall of the barn how many times. ...

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

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

Fedya did not believe that Baba Yaga lived in the forest, but he obeyed his grandparents and did not go into the forest, but went to the river to fish. The cat Vaska followed Fedya. The fish were biting well. There were already three ruffs floating in Fedya’s jar when the cat knocked it over and ate the fish. Fedya saw this, got upset and decided to postpone fishing until tomorrow. Fedya returned home. Grandparents were not at home. Fedya put away the fishing rod, put on a long-sleeved shirt and, taking a basket, went to the neighbor’s children to invite them into the forest.

Fedya believed that his grandparents had written about Baba Yaga, that they simply did not want him to go into the forest, because it is always very easy to get lost in the forest. But Fedya was not afraid of getting lost in the forest, since he wanted to go into the forest with friends who had lived here for a long time, and therefore knew the forest well.

Much to Fedya’s surprise, all the guys refused to go with him and they began to dissuade him. ...

3. Obeshchaikin

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

One day Fedya’s parents left him alone at home and asked him not to lean out of the window. Fedya promised them that he would not lean out of the window, but would draw. He took out everything he needed for drawing, sat down in a large room at the table and began to draw.

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

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

- Hello, Fedya! Do you want me to give you a ride on my carpet? ...

4. A tale about food

The boy Fedya Egorov became stubborn at the table:

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

The soup, porridge and bread took offense at him, disappeared from the table and ended up in the forest. And at this time an angry hungry wolf was prowling through the forest and said:

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

The food heard this and flew straight into the wolf's mouth. The wolf has eaten his fill, sits contentedly, licking his lips. And Fedya left the table without eating. For dinner, mom served potato pancakes with jelly, and Fedya became stubborn again:

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

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

There lived two brothers - Fedya and Vasya Egorov. They constantly started fights, quarrels, divided something among themselves, quarreled, argued over trifles, and at the same time the youngest of the brothers, Vasya, always squeaked. Sometimes the eldest of the brothers, Fedya, also squealed. The squeaking of the children greatly irritated and upset the parents, and especially the mother. And people often get sick from grief.

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

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

– The book is interesting, read it. I think you'll like it.

6. The Tale of Fedya’s Toys

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

And then one day the toys got tired of it.

“We need to run away from Fedya before they completely break us.” We must go to the good guys who take care of their toys and put them away,” said the plastic soldier.
…

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

Once upon a time there lived the Devil. That Devil had a magic tail. With the help of his tail, the Devil could find himself anywhere, but, most importantly, the Devil’s tail could fulfill whatever he wanted, for this he only had to think of a wish and wave his tail. This devil was very evil and very harmful.

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

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

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

Also on topic:

Poem: “Fedya is a nice boy”

Cheerful boy Fedya
Riding a bike,
Fedya is driving along the path,
Stepping back a little to the left.
At this time on the track
Murka the cat jumped out.
Fedya suddenly slowed down,
I missed Murka the Cat.
Fedya moves on briskly,
A friend shouts to him: “Wait a minute!”
Let me ride a little.
This is a friend, not anyone,
Fedya said: “Take it, my friend.”
Ride one circle.
He sat down on the bench himself,
He sees a faucet and a watering can nearby,
And there are flowers waiting in the flowerbed -
Who would give me a sip of water?
Fedya, jumping off the bench,
All the flowers were watered from a watering can
And he poured water for the geese,
So they can get drunk.
- Our Fedya is so good,
- Prosha the cat suddenly noticed,
- Yes, he is good enough to be our friend,
- said the goose, drinking some water.
- Woof woof woof! - said Polkan,
– Fedya is a nice boy!

“Fedya is a hooligan boy”

Cheerful boy Fedya
Riding a bike
Directly off the road
Fedya, the mischievous one, is coming.
Driving straight across the lawn
So I ran into peonies,
I broke three stems,
And scared away three moths,
He crushed more daisies,
I caught my shirt on a bush,
Immediately he crashed into a bench,
He kicked and knocked over the watering can,
I soaked my sandals in a puddle,
I used mud on the pedals.
“Ha-ha-ha,” said the gander,
Well, what a weirdo he is,
You have to drive on the path!
“Yes,” said the kitten Proshka,
– there’s no road at all!
The cat said: “He does a lot of harm!”
“Woof-woof-woof,” said Polkan,
- This boy is a bully!