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The Frog argued with the Stork: - Who is more beautiful? - I AM! - Stork said confidently. - Look, what beautiful legs I have! - But I have four of them, and you only have two! - objected the Frog. - Yes, I have only two legs, - said the Stork, - but they are long! - And I can croak, but you can’t! - And I fly, and you just jump! - You fly, but you can't dive! - And I have a beak! - Just think, beak! What is he needed for ?! - And that's what! - Stork got angry and ... swallowed the Frog. No wonder they say that storks swallow frogs so as not to argue with them in vain.

MIDGE

Big Bear offended the small Hare: he caught it and for no reason

tore off by the ears. One ear turned on one side. The Hare cried, his ears receded, the tears dried up, but the insult did not go away. What did you suffer for? It’s not even an hour, again you’ll run into Kosolapy! You can't fill your ears that way! And who can complain when the Bear is the strongest in the forest? The wolf and the Fox are his first friends, friends, you can't spill water! - From whom to seek protection? - the Hare sighed. - I have! - suddenly squeaked someone's thin voice. The Hare squinted his left eye and saw the Mosquito. - What a protector you are! - said the Hare. - What can you do to the Bear? He is a beast, and you are a midge! What is the strength in you? - But you'll see! - answered the Komar. On a hot day, the Bear wandered through the forest. Has ruined him. Tired Clubfoot, lay down in a raspberry-tree to rest. He only closed his eyes, hears - just above the ear: "Ju-ju-ju! .. Ju-ju-ju! .. Ju-ju-ju! .." The Bear recognized the Komar's song. I got ready, waited for the Mosquito to sit on his nose. The Mosquito circled, circled around the bush and finally sat down on the tip of the Bear's nose. Without thinking twice, the bear turned around with his left paw - to grab himself with all his might on the nose! Mosquito will know how to sit on the Bear's nose! .. Clubfoot turned on his right side, closed his eyes, did not have time to yawn, he hears - again right above his ear: "Ju-ju-ju! Ju-ju-ju! .. Ju -yoo! .. "Evidently, the Komar dodged Mishka's paw! The Bear lies, does not move, pretends to be asleep, but he listens, waits for the Mosquito to choose a new landing site for itself. The Mosquito rang, rang around the Bear and suddenly stopped. "Flew away, damned!" - thought the Bear and stretched. And the Mosquito, meanwhile, quietly sank into the Bear's ear, climbed into the very ear and bites like it! The Bear jumped up. He turned around with his right paw and gave himself so hard in the ear that sparks fell from his eyes. The Mosquito will forget how to sting bears! Clubfoot scratched his ear, lay down more comfortably - now you can sleep! Before he could close his eyes, he hears - again above his head: "Ju-ju-ju! .. Ju-ju-ju! .." What an obsession! What a tenacious midge! The Bear started to run. He ran, ran, was exhausted, fell under a bush. He lies, breathes, he himself listens: where is the Mosquito? Quiet in the forest. It's dark, even if you gouge out your eyes. All the animals and birds around have long seen their seventh dream, only the Bear does not sleep, toils. “Here's an attack!” The Bear thinks. “Some stupid Komarishka brought me to the point that now I myself don't know whether I’m a Bear or not? It's good that I managed to get away from him. Now I’ll fall asleep ... "The Bear climbed under the walnut bush. I closed my eyes. Dozed off. The Bear began to dream, as if he had come across a bee hive in the forest, and there was more than enough honey in the hive! The Bear launched his paw into the hive and suddenly hears: "Ju-yu-yu! .. Ju-yu-yu! .." I caught up and woke up! Mosquito rang, rang and fell silent. Silent, as if he had fallen into something. The Bear waited, waited, then climbed deeper under the walnut bush, closed his eyes, just dozed off, warmed up, and the Mosquito was right there: "Ju-yu-yu! .." The Bear crawled out from under the bush. He began to cry. - Here you are, damn you! Not a bottom for you, not a tire! Well, wait a minute! I won't fall asleep until morning, but I will be done with you! .. Until the very sun, the Mosquito did not let the Bear sleep. Tortured, wore out Clubfoot. Until the very morning dawn, the Bear did not sleep a wink. He beat himself to bruises all over, but Komar never finished off! The sun has risen. We slept, animals and birds in the forest woke up. They sing, rejoice. Only one Bear is not happy about the new day. In the morning the Hare met him at the forest edge. Shaggy Bear wanders, barely moves his legs. His eyes stick together - he wants to sleep so much. The Hare laughed at Clubfoot. He laughed heartily. - Oh yes Komarik! Well done! And the Mosquito is light in sight. - Have you seen the Bear? - Saw! Saw! - answered the Hare, holding on to his sides with laughter. - So much for the "midge"! - said the Komar and flew off: "Ju-yu-yu! .."

    PORTRAIT

The Hare-artist painted a portrait of the Tiger. It turned out to be a very successful portrait. The tiger liked it. - How alive! Better than photography. The old Donkey saw the work of the Hare. And he ordered his portrait. The Hare took up a brush and paints. A week later, the order was ready. The Donkey looked at his portrait and got angry: - I painted something else, Oblique! Not at all! And the eyes are not like that! I don't like this portrait. You draw me like a Tiger! - Okay! - said the artist. - Will be done! The Hare took up a brush and paints. He depicted a Donkey with an open mouth, from which terrible fangs protrude. Instead of donkey hooves, he drew claws. And the eyes are expressive, like a Tiger. - Quite another matter! Now I like it! - said the Donkey. - We had to start with this! The Donkey took his portrait, put it in a golden frame and carried it to show it to everyone. Whoever shows it, everyone likes it! - Well, a portrait! Well, the Hare is an artist! Talent! Met the Donkey Bear. I showed him a portrait. - Looks like? - On whom? - asked the Bear. - On me! - answered the Donkey. - It is me! Did not recognize? - Who disfigured you so? - Bear shook his head. - You do not understand anything! Everyone says that I am very similar! - Donkey was indignant and, unable to restrain himself, kicked the Bear. The Bear was furious. He snatched the portrait from the Donkey and how he would move it on the Donkey's face ... Donkey tore the canvas with his muzzle and looked out of the golden frame. - Now you look like! - grumbled the Bear.

    I want to be afraid

It was a terribly clinging Kid with tiny horns. He had nothing to do, so he pestered everyone: - I want to butt! Let's butt! .. - Leave me alone! - said Turkey, and importantly stepped aside. - Let's butt! - the Goat stuck to the Piglet. - Get off! - answered Piglet and buried a patch in the ground. The Goat ran up to the old Sheep: - Let's butt! - Get away from me! - asked the Sheep. - Leave me alone. It doesn't suit me to butt with you! - And I want! Let's fight! The Sheep was silent and stepped aside herself. Saw the Goat Puppy. - Well! Let's butt! - Let's! - the Puppy was delighted and painfully bit the Kid by the leg. - Wait! - the Kid cried. - I want to butt, and what are you doing? - And I want to bite! - answered the Puppy and once again bit the Kid.

    WHAT THE CAT IMAGINATED ABOUT HIMSELF

Cat heard somewhere that the Tiger and Panther belong to the cat family. - Wow! - the Cat was delighted. - And I, fool, did not know what kind of relatives I have! Well, now I will show myself ... - And without thinking twice, she jumped on the back of the Donkey. - What's this news? - Donkey was surprised. - Take it where I order. Take it and don't talk! Do you know who my relatives are? - exclaimed the Cat, sitting on the back of the Donkey's neck. - Who is it? - asked the Donkey. - Tiger and Panther, that's who! If you don't believe it, ask the Raven. The donkey asked the Raven. He confirmed: - Yes, indeed a cat, a tiger, a leopard, a lynx, as well as a panther and a jaguar and even a lion - from the feline family! - Are you convinced now? - exclaimed the Cat, digging its claws into the Donkey's mane. - Take it! - Where? the Donkey asked calmly. - To the Tiger or to the Panther? - No-no! - the Cat suddenly meowed. - Take me to these ... as them ... to mmm-we-sham! .. And the Donkey took the Cat to the place where mice were found. Because a Cat is still a cat.

    ANSWER

Once a little Chicken stuck to a big Rooster: - Why does the stork have a long beak and long legs, but I have very small ones? - Leave me alone! - Why does the hare have long ears, but I don't even have little ones? - Don't bother! - Why does the kitten have beautiful fur, and I have some kind of nasty yellow fluff? - Get off! - Why does a puppy know how to twirl its tail, but I have no tail at all? - Shut up! - Why does a kid have horns, but I don't even have inferior horns? - Stop it! Leave me alone! - Rooster got angry. - Leave me alone ... leave me alone! Why do all the little ones answer the big questions, but you don't? Chicken squeaked. - Because you do not ask, but simply envy everyone! - Rooster answered seriously. And it was absolutely true.

    PELICAN TRAINING

Two cubs were returning home from fishing and met a Pelican on the way. - Look, Pelikasha, how many fish we caught! Come to visit us for dinner. We will treat you to the glory! - I'll come! - said the Pelican. And he came. He sat down at the table. - Do not be shy, Pelikasha! Eat to your health! - the bears were treated to the guest. - There are a lot of fish - we won't eat all of them! But after a minute the fish was gone: all of it disappeared in the Pelican's throat. The cubs licked their lips. - So tasty! We, it seems, still would have eaten. Would you still eat it? one of the cubs asked Pelican. - Yes! - the Pelican opened its large beak, and at the same time one fish jumped out of its mouth. - So eat some more! - the bear cubs said mockingly. - That's just one more fish! .. For some reason, the bear cubs were not invited to the Pelican's dinner. By the way, Pelican still does not understand why?

    WHO WILL WIN?

The Hare and the Hare have built themselves a small house in the forest. Everything around was tidied up, cleaned and grinded. It remains only to remove a large stone from the road. - Let's push our efforts and drag him off somewhere to the side! - suggested Zaychikha. - Come on! - answered the Hare. - Let him lie where he lay! Whoever needs it will get around! And there was a stone lying near the porch. Once the Hare ran home from the garden. I forgot that there was a stone on the road, stumbled and broke my nose. - Let's remove the stone! - Zaychikha suggested again. - Watch how you crashed. - The hunt was! - answered the Hare. - I'll start messing with him! Another time in the evening the Hare jumped out due to need, again forgot about the stone - in the dark he ran into it, got so hurt that he forgot why he left. - I told you, we will remove this damned stone! - Hare begged. - Let him lie where he lay! - answered the stubborn Hare. There is a stone. The Hare beats against him, but does not remove the stone. And the Hare looks: who will win?

    CAREFUL GOATS

The Weasel climbed into the chicken coop, crept up to the sleeping Cockerel, covered him with a sack, tied him up and dragged him into the forest ... The Weasel is dragging its prey, and two Goats are walking towards him, shaking their beards. Weasel got scared, threw the sack and - into the bushes ... Goats came up. - No way, the Rooster was screaming? - said one. “I heard it too,” said another. - Hey, Petya! Where are you? - I'm here ... in a sack ... - replied Cockerel. - Save me, brothers! - How did you get into the bag? - Someone covered me from behind with a sack and dragged me. Save me, darlings! - Here it is ... The bag, therefore, is not yours? - Not mine! Untie the bag, brothers! Goats thought. - Hmm ... This, brother, is not so easy ... It's just how it turns out! The bag, it turns out, is a stranger? - Yes-ah ... - the second Goat shook his beard. - If there were your bag, we would have you alive ... from it ... according to a personal request ... And then someone else's bag is something! It seems illegal without an owner ... - So they stole me myself! Isn't it clear? - Rooster yelled. - That's how it is ... - said the first Goat. - But here, brother, it would be necessary to consult ... to agree ... - If only to get permission or instructions to receive, then we would have released you at once! - confirmed the second Goat. - Well, at least take me to Polkan! - Rooster moaned. - He will understand! - Why not understand here? - said the first Goat. - Take it - it's a simple matter ... Well, how will they ask us: "Where are you pulling someone else's bag?" A? What then? asked the second Goat. “Exactly,” agreed the first Goat. - Prove later that you have horns, not a hump! - Well, at least go to Polkan, tell him that I'm in trouble! - Begged the Cockerel. - And while I will wait in the bag ... - It is possible, - agreed Kozly. - True, not on our way, but we will do it for you ... Goats left. Cockerel remained in a sack on the road. Polkan came to rescue Petushka. He came running, but ... not a sack, not a Cockerel!

    NOSE

- Sorry for the curiosity, but I was very interested in your nose! - the Baran turned to the Elephant. - You probably wanted to say - trunk? - The Elephant politely corrected him. - No! Precisely - the nose! - the Baran exclaimed. - After all, your so-called trunk, both in terms of the position it occupies in relation to the eyes and mouth, as well as in terms of individual functions inherent only in the nose, yours, I repeat, the “trunk” is nothing but a nose! But on the other hand, the length and mobility of your nose resembles, pardon the comparison, a large tail! The elephant chuckled. - Isn't that why, - continued the Baran, - both the appearance and the behavior, so to speak, of your organ, which, as I have already noted above, a nose like a tail, cannot but cause legitimate bewilderment ... - Perhaps! - the Elephant interrupted Baran. - But I will try to give you an explanation on this matter. You see, we elephants have a serious physical handicap - a short neck. This disadvantage of ours is compensated to a certain extent by the trunk. I will try to prove this to you with an illustrative example ... The elephant plucked a twig from the tree with its trunk, then dipped its trunk into a stream, took water and started up a fountain. - I hope you now understand, - said the Elephant, - that my trunk is a consequence of the adaptability of the organism. - Thank you! - answered the Baran. - Now I can finally start working on my dissertation.

    CONDITIONED REFLEX

I saw the Hare sound asleep Tiger, and next to the Snake. - Well, how will she sting him? I'll wake up the Tiger! - the Hare decided and, trembling with fear, pulled the Tiger by the tail strongly. - Who dared to wake me up? roared the Tiger. - Sorry, but it's me! - whispered the Hare. - Beware! Snake! The Tiger looked around and saw a viper. Bounced aside. - Give a paw, - said the Tiger to the Hare. - You are brave and noble. From now on, we will be friends, and I take you under my protection! Now you can not be afraid of anyone! .. The Hare was delighted. Suddenly the Fox looked out from the bushes. In the same second, the Hare was blown away by the wind. The Tiger was surprised. He shook his head. In the evening I found the Hare. - Why did you run away? - I saw a fox. - But I was there! I promised to protect you! - I promised. “Don’t you believe me?” - I believe. - Do you think that Lisa is stronger than me? - No, you are stronger! - So why did you run away then? “A conditioned reflex,” the Hare admitted embarrassedly.

    Donkey and beaver

A young, beautiful tree grew in the middle of the meadow. The Donkey ran through the clearing, gape and flew from all the way to this tree, so much so that sparks fell from his eyes. Donkey got angry. I went to the river, called Beaver. - Beaver! Do you know the clearing on which one tree grows? - How not to know! - Get down, Beaver, this is a tree! You have sharp teeth ... - What's that for? - Yes, I smashed my forehead against him - I got myself a bump! - Where were you looking? - "Where, where" ... Gape - and that's it ... Down the tree! - It's a pity to blame. It decorates the meadow. - And it prevents me from running. Get out, Beaver, little tree! - I do not want. - What is it difficult for you, or what? - It's not difficult, but I won't. - Why? - But because if I dump him, you will hit the stump! - And you uproot the stump! - I will uproot the stump, you will fall into the hole - you will break your legs! - Why? - Because you are a Donkey! - said the Beaver.

    CAPTURED PEBUNYA

Once upon a time there was a songstress, the Canary. Yellowish, with a tuft. Her voice was small, but nice - it was nice to hear her sing. They listened to her and praised her: - Oh, how capable! - What a talented one! And once she even heard this: - O incomparable! Who said this, she did not understand, because when she sang, she habitually closed her eyes, but this was enough to make her completely arrogant. Soon everyone noticed that the Canary was no longer singing, but chirping. And they stopped paying attention to her ... - Listen, "incomparable"! - Sparrow once told her. - If you already started tweeting, then learn from me. I will be happy to help you! You also need to be able to tweet well!

    PSYCHOLOGICAL EFFECT

The Hare ran through the forest, and the Wolf slept after a hearty dinner in his den. Here take the Hare and fall into the Wolf's Lair! The Wolf woke up - was stunned: Hare! And the one standing in front of him is neither alive nor dead - paws at the seams ... The Wolf did not have time to wake up from surprise, when the Hare suddenly transformed, put his hind leg forward and yelled at the top of his throat: - Get up! The Wolf jumped up. And the Hare is louder than before: - How are you, tramp ?! Be silent! What kind of bones? Whose? Answer me! - This ... I ... I ... had dinner ... - completely confused, answered the Wolf. - Silence when they talk to you! Slept on sheep's clothing? Where is the sheep itself? - I ... I ... I ... - I see! We'll talk tomorrow! By the old oak tree! Exactly five! Everything! - And the Hare majestically left the den. The Wolf never came to the old oak tree. Neither at five, nor at six, nor later ... After meeting with the Hare, he was paralyzed. And the Hare? Alas! He began to resort to this manner of speaking too often. No matter what happens ...

    PUPPY AND SNAKE

The Puppy took offense at old friends and ran to look for new ones. The Snake crawled out in the forest from under the rotten hemp, curled up in a ring and looks into the eyes of the Puppy. - Here you look at me and are silent ... And at home everyone grumbles at me, growls and barks! - said the Puppy to the Snake. - Everyone is teaching me, working on it: Barbos, Sharik, and even Shavka. I'm tired of listening to them! .. While the Puppy complained, the Snake was silent. - Will you go to my friends? - asked the Puppy and jumped off the stump on which he was sitting. The Snake turned around and stung the Puppy. Silently. Death.

    MIRROR

Once upon a time there was one Rhinoceros. He had a habit of making fun of everyone. - Hunchback! Hunchback! he teased Camel. - Am I the hunchback? - Camel was indignant. - Yes, if I had three humps on my back, I would be even more beautiful! - Hey, pachyderm! - shouted the Rhinoceros to the Elephant. - Where is your nose, and where is your tail? Something I can't make out! - And why is he bothering me? - the good-natured Elephant was surprised. - I am satisfied with my trunk, and it does not look like a tail at all! - Uncle, get the sparrow! - Rhino laughed at the Giraffe. - Itself is painfully good! - the Giraffe answered from somewhere above. One day, Camel, Elephant and Giraffe took out a mirror and went to look for Rhino. And he just pestered Ostrich: - Hey you, not plucked! Barefoot! You can't fly, but you call yourself a bird! Poor Ostrich even hid his head under his wing from offense. - Listen, friend! - said Camel, coming closer. - Do you really consider yourself a handsome man? - Of course! - answered the Rhino. - Who doubts it? - Well then, look at you! - said the Elephant and handed the Rhino a mirror. The Rhino looked in the mirror and laughed: - Ha ha ha! Ho ho ho! What is this ugly looking at me? What's on his nose? Ho ho ho! Ha ha ha! And while he laughed, looking at himself in the mirror, the Elephant, the Giraffe, the Camel and the Ostrich realized that the Rhino was just as stupid as a cork. And they stopped being offended.

    LAST WISH

The wolf decided to hang himself and rang about it throughout the forest. - How! He will hang himself! Wait! - the Hare grinned. - Hang himself, hang himself! He will definitely hang himself! He decided it firmly, - said the Turtle. - Maybe he will change his mind! - the Hedgehog shivered. - Will not change his mind, will not change his mind! He had already chosen a tree. And he took a fancy to the bitch! - Magpie squealed. - I decided to hang myself on the aspen. He is looking for a rope ... Noise, talk, gossip. Some believe, others doubt. The rumor reached the village Polkan. Polkan ran into the forest and found the Wolf. He sees: Gray sits under an aspen, so sad, looking at a twig. Good Polkan's heart sank. He disliked the Wolf, did not let him close to the courtyards, but after all, there was a drama ... a tragedy! - Hello, Gray! - Polkan greeted quietly. - Hello and goodbye! - answered the Wolf, wiping a tear from his nose. - Goodbye, Polkasha! Do not remember it dashingly. Forgive me, if that ... - Is it really true? Polkan asked cautiously. - I just can't believe it! Why? What happened? - I am disgraced! Disgraced in fables and fairy tales ... I don't want to live anymore! Help me get the rope ... Look for it in the barn. You have a barn on a lock, but you can enter it ... they trust you ... - Okay ... I'll do it ... - Polkan agreed without thinking. - Well, thank you! - said the moved Wolf. - Yes, at the same time ... along with the string ... grab the kid too. Fulfill my last wish ... And Polkan fulfilled the last wish of the Wolf. And he did not hang himself. I thought about it.

    DRINKED CHERRY

Rooster pecked in the courtyard of drunken cherries from under sweet liqueur. He got a bite and went looking for someone to fight with. And he had a fight ... In the morning he woke up, looked at himself into a puddle and gasped: his right eye was blackened, he was swollen all over. Scallop to one side, swollen. Two feathers remain from the tail. And all the bones ache ... - With whom did I grapple yesterday? - the Rooster began to remember. - With the Goose, or what? he asked the Puppy. “No,” said the Puppy. - With Turkey? “No,” said the Puppy. - With a cat? “No,” said the Puppy. - Did I attack the Bull? - the Rooster barely uttered. “No,” said the Puppy. - So who beat me like that yesterday? “Chicken,” said the Puppy.

    Greedy hare

A bee hive noticed the Hare in the hollow. I decided to take a sweet tooth as a medical officer. I got hold of a large tub. I went into the forest. On the way I met the Bear. - Where are you, Oblique? - For honey, Clubfoot! I found a hive in the forest. - Take me with you. - I won’t take it! It won't be enough for me alone. - And you won't leave anything for the bees? - Why should they? They are still collecting themselves ... The Hare climbed into the hollow. For honey. The guard bee sounded the alarm. The bees attacked the intruder with their whole swarm. And he got it from the bees! So they beat him up, they pressed him so hard that he barely took his feet. - It hurts you, Squint, shameless, - said the Bear. - You should have gone for honey with a mug, you look, the bees would not have touched you. They are kind people! - I would like to see how they meet you with a mug! .. - moaned the Hare. The Bear took a small mug and crawled into the hollow. The guard bee sounded the alarm. Bees flew into the Bear and let's sting. Worse, the Hare was bitten. - You ruined the whole thing for me! - said the Bear to the Hare. - If you hadn't crawled to them with your tub, they wouldn't have touched me with a mug ... That's what greed means!

    HARE-SIMULANT

Once the Bear stepped on the hare's pet corn. - Oh oh! - the Hare screamed. - Save! I'm dying! The kind-hearted Bear was frightened. He felt sorry for the Hare. - Excuse me please! I’m not on purpose! I accidentally stepped on your foot. - What does your apology to me! .. - groaned the Hare. - Now I am left without a leg! How am I going to jump now! .. The Bear took the Hare and carried it to his den. I put it on my bunk. He began to bandage the Hare's foot. - Oh oh! - the Hare yelled louder than ever, although it really didn't hurt that much. - Oh oh! I'm going to die now! .. The Bear of the Hare began to heal, water and feed. In the morning he wakes up, first of all he is interested in: - Well, how's the paw, Oblique? Is it healing? - It still hurts! - the Hare answers. - Yesterday it seemed to be better, but today it hurts so much that I can't get up at all. And when the Bear went into the forest, the Hare tore off the bandage from his leg, galloped around the den and sang at the top of his lungs: Mishka feeds, Mishka watered - I cleverly led him! And I'm not worried about Absolutely nothing! The Hare is lazy, doing nothing. He began to be capricious, grumble at the Bear: - Why are you feeding me one carrot? Yesterday a carrot, today a carrot again! Maimed, and now starving? I want sweet pears with honey! The Bear went to look for honey and pears. On the way I met Lisa. - Where are you, Misha, so preoccupied? - Look for honey and pears! - answered the Bear and told everything to Fox. - You are not going for that! - said the Fox. - You have to go for a doctor! - Where can you find him? - asked the Bear. - Why search? - answered the Fox. - Don't you know that I have been working at the hospital for the second month? Take me to the Hare, I will quickly put him on his feet. The Bear brought Fox to his den. Hare saw Fox - trembled. And the Fox looked at the Hare and said: - His deeds are bad, Misha! See how chills he has? I'll take him to my hospital. My Wolf is a great specialist in foot diseases. We will treat the Hare together with him. We only saw the Hare in the den. - So he is healthy! - said the Fox. - Live and learn! - answered the good-natured Bear and fell into his bunk, because all the time the Hare lived with him, he himself slept on the floor.

    COUNTED

Once upon a time there was one Wolf in his lair. He never repaired or cleaned his home. It was dirty, old - look, it will fall apart! An Elephant passed by the Wolf's Lair. Barely barely touched the roof, she looked askance. - Forgive me, please, buddy! - said the Elephant to the Wolf. - I inadvertently! I'll fix it now! The elephant was a jack of all trades and was not afraid of work. He took a hammer and nails and fixed the roof. The roof has become stronger than it was. “Wow!” Thought the Wolf. “Yes, he seemed to be frightened of me! First he apologized to me, then he himself repaired the roof for me. I'll make him put me a new house! - Stop! he shouted at the Elephant. - What are you? Do you think it's so easy to get rid of me? He turned the roof on one side for me, somehow nailed it with nails, and you want to get away? Please build me a new home! Yes, live, or I'll teach you a lesson that you don't recognize yours. The Elephant did not answer when he heard such words. He easily grabbed Wolf across the belly and threw him into a pit of rotten water. And then he sat down on the Wolf House and crushed it. - Here's a new home for you! - said the Elephant and left. - I don't understand! - the Wolf was surprised, having come to his senses. - He was afraid of me, asked for forgiveness, and then he did this ... I don't understand! - You fool! - croaked the old Raven, who saw it all. “You just don’t see the difference between cowardice and good upbringing!

    COMPLAISANT

Elk got tired of wandering through the forest and wanted to rest. He lay down in a clearing and asked the Hare: - Do me a favor - wake me up in half an hour! The Hare began to fuss: after all, the Elk himself asked him for a favor ... - Sleep-sleep! I will definitely wake up! - he promised. Elk stretched and closed his eyes. - Maybe you should spread some hay? - suggested the Hare. He brought a clump of hay and let the Elk shove it by the side. - No, thanks! - Elk said through a dream. - How - not necessary? On the hay, go, it will be softer! - Okay, okay ... I want to sleep ... - Maybe you should get a drink before bedtime? There's a stream nearby. I run away in no time! - No, don't ... I want to sleep ... - Sleep-sleep! Do you want me to tell you a story in your ear? You will soon fall asleep! - did not appease the helpful Hare. - No, no ... thank you ... I'll fall asleep anyway ... - Or maybe the horns are bothering you ?! Elk jumped to his feet and, yawning, trudged away. - Where are you going? - the Hare was surprised. - After all, not even twenty minutes have passed!

    DO NOT MENTION IT

The old Bear was dragging a hefty log. Tortured, sat down on a tree stump. - A heavy log, I suppose? - asked the young Pig, who was basking in the sun nearby. - Wow, and heavy! - answered the Bear, panting. - And still far to drag? - All the way to the forest. - In this heat! Go get tired? - And don't ask! - Such and such a log would be dragged together! - It’s clear - it would be more convenient for two of us! - Well, I went! - said the Boar, getting up. - Good luck! Don't overstrain! - Thank you, - Bear sighed. - It's my pleasure! - answered the Boar.

Four years ago, on August 27, 2009, the Russian and Soviet writer Sergei Mikhalkov died. This year the author of numerous poems for children and fables could celebrate his centenary.

Despite the fact that the poet's work was often criticized, Mikhalkov's contribution to Russian literature is undeniable. Today "Rossiyskaya Gazeta" decided to recall the most significant and famous works of Sergei Mikhalkov, many of whom are familiar with from childhood.

Hymn

The text of the Russian anthem was written by Mikhalkov in 2000. It is no secret that it is based on the anthem of the Soviet Union. All in all, Sergei Vladimirovich had a hand in the national anthem three times: the first time in 1943, when the country's leadership decided to abandon the "Internatsinal"; the second time in 1977, when the new Constitution of the country appeared; and the third time in 2000, already in the new Russia.

Uncle Styopa

The poem about Stepanov Stepan, distinguished by his enormous growth, was first published in 1936. The poems "Uncle Styopa" tell about a Soviet person with a positive character. Uncle Styopa became the hero of three more sequel poems: "Uncle Styopa is a policeman", "Uncle Styopa and Yegor" and "Uncle Styopa is a veteran". The poems about Uncle Stepa became so popular that "Uncle Stepa" candy appeared, and monuments were erected to the character in Moscow and the Kemerovo Region.

The house has eight fraction one
At the Ilyich outpost
There lived a high citizen
By the nickname Kalancha,
Surnamed Stepanov
And named Stepan,
Of the district giants
The most important giant.

There was a tram number ten (One rhyme)

Another famous poem by Mikhalkov tells about the events in the tram N10, which once went along the Boulevard Ring of the capital. This satirical story about passengers ends instructively: "Old age must be respected!" The poem was filmed.

Thomas

Another satire, this time about how elders should not only be respected, but listened to and trusted. The pioneer Thomas did not take what he heard at his word, did everything contrary to the advice of others. This continued until the stubborn Thomas had a dream where he was eaten by a crocodile. As well as the poems about the tram, this story was filmed.

Freezing.
The guys are putting on skates.
Passers-by raised their collars.
Thomas say:
"Winter came".
In panties
Thomas comes out for a walk.

What do you have?

Poem about bragging in the evening. The guys tell each other what they have: we have gas in our apartment, and we have a water supply system, I have a nail in my pocket, someone's cat has given birth to kittens. But the main conclusion, no matter what the guys argue about, is that different mothers are needed, and it does not matter who they work.

And from our window
Red Square is visible!
And from your window
Only a little street.

Sergei Vladimirovich Mikhalkov- Soviet Russian writer, poet, fabulist, playwright, war correspondent, author of the texts of the anthems of the Soviet Union and the anthem of the Russian Federation, chairman of the Writers' Union of the RSFSR. Mikhalkov is best known for his works for children.

Born February 28 (March 13) 1913 in Moscow in the family of an employee, "one of the founders of the Soviet poultry industry."
The father instilled in his son a love of Russian literature, introduced him to the poems of Mayakovsky, Bedny, Yesenin, the influence of poetry which affected the childhood and youthful poetic experiences of young Mikhalkov.
He spent his school years in Pyatigorsk, graduating from high school in 1930.
Mikhalkov's first poem "The Road" was published in the magazine "On the Rise" (Rostov-on-Don) in 1928. In the same year he was enrolled in the author's asset of the Terek Association of Proletarian Writers (TAPP), and his poems were often published on the pages of the Pyatigorsk newspaper "Terek".
In 1930 he moved to Moscow and for three years worked as a laborer at the Moskvoretskaya weaving and finishing factory. He took part in a geological exploration expedition to East Kazakhstan and the Volga. Mikhalkov's poems were increasingly published in the capital press, broadcast on the radio. Since 1933, it became possible to live only on literary earnings. Mikhalkov belonged to the association of young writers at the Ogonyok magazine.
In 1935-1937 he studied at the Literary Institute. M. Gorky.
In 1935, Mikhalkov published a poem for children, Three Citizens, in the Pioneer magazine. Other children's poems followed: "Merry tourist", "Stubborn Thomas", "My friend and I", "Uncle Styopa", included in the first book of poems by S. Mikhalkov (1936). Acquaintance, friendly criticism, and then creative friendship with the writers Fadeev, Marshak and Chukovsky finally determined the literary fate of Mikhalkov.
In 1939 he was drafted into the ranks of the Red Army and participated in the liberation of Western Ukraine, for the first time trying his hand at the front press as a war correspondent, as which he worked for the entire period of the Patriotic War.
Continuing to work in the army press, he did not forget his little reader: he wrote poems for kids and school-age children: "Fair for Children", "Pioneer Parcel", "Map", "Mother" and etc.
One of the oldest masters of Russian literature A. Tolstoy gave Mikhalkov the idea to turn to the fable, and the very first fables he wrote were approved by Tolstoy. The newspaper "Pravda" published "Fox and Beaver". Then came "A Hare in Hop", "Two Friends", "Current Repair" and many others (about two hundred fables belong to Mikhalkov).
He wrote plays for children's theaters: "Special Assignment" (1945), "Red Tie" (1946), "I Want to Home" (1949), "Sombrero" (1957) and others, as well as plays for adults. He is the author of a number of scripts, both fictional and animated films.
In collaboration with the military journalist G.A. Ureklyan (who wrote under the pseudonym G. El-Registan), in 1943 he created the text of the new Anthem of the USSR (2nd edition - 1977, 3rd edition - 2000, as the Anthem of Russia).
Since 1962, Sergei Mikhalkov has been organizer and editor-in-chief of the satirical newsreel "Fitil".
In 1970-1990 he headed the USSR Writers' Union. Mikhalkov was a laureate of the Lenin Prize and four State Prizes.
In 2006, a new book by Sergei Mikhalkov from the series "Anthology of Satire and Humor in Russia in the XXI Century" was published.
In 2008, the writer was awarded the Order of the Holy Apostle Andrew the First-Called "for his outstanding contribution to the development of Russian literature, many years of creative and social activity."
From his first marriage, Mikhalkov has two sons - Andrei Mikhalkov-Konchalovsky and Nikita Mikhalkov, both famous filmmakers.
Sergei Mikhalkov died on August 27, 2009, at the 97th year of his life.

Sergey Vladimirovich Mikhalkov

to the 100th anniversary of the writer

for younger readers

"The beauty! The beauty!

We are bringing a cat with us

Siskin, dog

Petka the bully "

And we have a cat today

I gave birth to kittens yesterday.

Kittens have grown a little,

But they don't want to eat from the saucer! "

Each of us, from childhood, is well aware of these lines. The author, one of the favorite children's poets - Sergei Vladimirovich Mikhalkov, the 100th anniversary, which we will celebrate on March 13, 2013.

How did he become a children's writer? From childhood he loved the fairy tales of A.S. Pushkin, the poems of M.Yu. Lermontov, I.A.Krylov's fables. His passion for literature turned out to be so strong that at the age of 8, Sergei began to write his own poems and publish his own home literary magazine. And since 1933, his poems began to appear in newspapers and magazines.

“There was a high citizen,

By the nickname Kalancha

Surnamed Stepanov

And named Stepan

Of the district giants

The most important giant "

("Uncle Stepa")

“I look sad -

My head hurts

I sneeze, I'm hoarse

What? It's the flu! "

("Flu")

But Sergei Mikhalkov not only composed himself, he also translated poetry by foreign authors for children.

The most famous work, the words to which were composed by Sergei Mikhalkov, is the anthem of Russia. And Mikhalkov's words “Your name is unknown, your feat is immortal” are embossed on the granite of the Eternal Flame near the Kremlin wall.

Sergei Mikhalkov was a war correspondent during the Great Patriotic War. He visited all fronts, wrote essays, notes, poems, humorous stories, leaflets, proclamations.

Sergei Vladimirovich wrote for both children and adults throughout his long life. And these were not only poems, but also stories, novellas, fairy tales, plays, fables, scripts for cartoons and feature films. For many years he was the author and editor-in-chief of the "Fitil" newsreel.

More than one generation of children has grown up on the verses of the beloved poet, and today's children happily repeat:

What happened? What happened?

The alphabet fell off the stove! "

We go, we go, we go

To distant lands

Good neighbors,

Happy friends.

We have fun

We sing a song

And the song is sung

How we live. "

List of works by S. V. Mikhalkov

What do you have?/ S. V. Mikhalkov. - M.: Eksmo, 2002 .-- 48 p. : ill. - (Ladybug).

Storks and frogs: fables / S.V. Mikhalkov. - M.: Det. lit., 1989 .-- 29 p. : ill. - (We read it ourselves).

Cheerful tourist: poems / S.V. Mikhalkov. - M.: Det. lit. , 1989 .-- 16 p. : ill. - (My first books).

For children/ S. V. Mikhalkov. - M.: Omega, 2005 .-- 160 p. : ill. - (For the little ones).

Uncle Stepa/ S.V. Mikhalkov. - M.: Onyx, 2008 .-- 40 p. : col. silt

Bunny-Zaznayka: a tale in 2 acts / S.V. Mikhalkov. - M.: Det. lit., 1988 .-- 48 p. : ill.

Favorites/ S. V. Mikhalkov. - M.: Raduga, 1988 .-- 160 p. : ill.

How the bear found the pipe: fairy tale. - M.: Det. lit., 1981 .-- 20 p.

Carousel: poems / S.V. Mikhalkov. - M.: Planet of childhood, 1998 .-- 8 p. : ill.

Cats and mice: fables / S. V. Mikhalkov. - M.: Sov. Russia, 1983 .-- 79 p. : ill.

Favorite pages: poems / S. V. Mikhalkov. - Smolensk: Rusich, 1999 .-- 250 p. : ill.

We go, we go, we go ...: poems / S. V. Mikhalkov. - M.: Samovar, 2003 .-- 108 p. : ill. - (Children's classics).

My buddy: poems, fairy tales, riddles / S. V. Mikhalkov. - M.: Det. lit., 1977 .-- 287 p. : ill.

Don't sleep! : poems, fairy tales, fables / S. V. Mikhalkov. - M.: AST: Astrel, 2010 .-- 352 p. : ill. - (Favorite reading).

A feast of disobedience: poems, story-tale / S. V. Mikhalkov. - M.: Onyx, 2008 .-- 160 p. : ill.

The best poems: favorites / S.V. Mikhalkov. - M.: AST, 2010 .-- 160 p. : color.

Mikhalkov's works figure prominently in Soviet and Russian literature. His poems, children's poems, fables, plays, scripts for films and, finally, words to three hymns deservedly brought him All-Union and All-Russian glory and fame.

short biography

Mikhalkov Sergey Vladimirovich was born in 1913 in Moscow into a family descended from an old noble family. He spent his childhood in The boy received an excellent education at home. Already in early childhood, he became interested in literature and poetry. As a child, he began to write poetry. He wrote his first poem when he was only nine years old.

After a while, the family moved to the Stavropol Territory. In the late 1920s, he began to appear in local newspapers. Then he moved to Moscow, where he was forced to do physical work for some time. However, he never gave up his poetry studies. The young poet became famous throughout the country in 1935, when his poem "Uncle Styopa" was published. This was followed by the release of a collection of poems, which strengthened his fame. During the war, he worked at the same time and wrote a hymn. After the victory, he continued to publish his works, was engaged in active social activities, founded the magazine "Fitil". played an important role in the development of Russian literature, drama, poetry. The famous poet died in 2009.

Early writings

The first poems of the poet immediately attracted attention. The father noticed his son's talent and somehow showed his poems to the poet A. Bezymensky, who approved the young man's first experiments. One of the first works of the author is called "The Road", in which he demonstrated his mastery of rhyme and language.

Mikhalkov's works are distinguished by their brevity, laconism and extraordinary expressiveness largely due to the fact that the poet from childhood wrote in the best traditions of Russian classical literature. He grew up on Pushkin's poems and Krylov's fables, on the works of Mayakovsky and Yesenin. It is not surprising, therefore, that his very first literary experiments were very successful. Since 1933, his works have been regularly published in leading Russian magazines. One of the most famous works of this period is the poem "Svetlana".

Success

Mikhalkov's works were very popular and loved by readers even before his most famous children's poem was published. The fame of the children's writer was strengthened by the success of a new composition - the poem "Three Citizens", which he wrote during his participation in the competition for the best pioneer song.

After that, the author decided to try himself in another genre and began to create his own, probably the most famous work - the poem "Uncle Styopa". The image of a kind, simple-minded giant, who is ready to help at any time, immediately acquired all-Union love.

It took the poet several decades to create the famous tetralogy. After the war, the poem "Uncle Styopa - a policeman" and two others were published. In them, the main character, while remaining the same good-natured giant, gradually became more lyrical. Particularly touching, perhaps, is the part "Uncle Styopa and Yegor", in which the poet introduced the image of the son of the protagonist.

Other compositions

Mikhalkov's works became popular largely due to their optimism, lively and cheerful language, as well as deep worldly wisdom. In the pre-war period, another of his famous poems, “What about you?"

Another characteristic feature of Mikhalkov's work is that he often created characters who could not always be a role model. On the contrary, quite often, in the images of his characters, he ridiculed the shortcomings that are inherent in children: laziness, effeminacy, rudeness, boasting. Many of his phrases turned out to be so well-aimed and witty that they turned into a proverb. His rhyme is extremely simple and is remembered literally from the first time (for example, his famous "Song of Friends", which is probably known to every child).

War works

During the war, the poet worked as a correspondent, he visited many frontline workers, received a number of high awards for bravery. His military lyrics, like the works of Tvardovsky, are distinguished by their simplicity and easy language, reminiscent of folk songs, which immediately made her popular. Among the works of this period are, for example, the poems "A soldier is lying behind the huts ...", "A letter home" and others. It is noteworthy that it is this poet who owns the epitaph on

Fables, plays, scripts

In the mid-1940s, Mikhalkov, on the advice of the writer Tolstoy, decided to try himself in a new genre - in the composition of fables (he loved Krylov from childhood). His first works in this genre were a great success. In total, he wrote about two hundred fables, which were included in the golden fund of Russian literature. The poet also wrote the script for some famous Soviet films, one of the most significant is the comedy Three Plus Two, based on his play.

A feature of the poet's work is that he was able to express very serious and deep thoughts in the most accessible form, while entertaining and teaching. Such, for example, is his poem "Sasha's porridge".

Mikhalkov's books are still widely circulated in our country.

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