Brief summary of the tale
A friendly, cheerful group went to fetch water every day. The old lady has a large bucket, the girl has a medium bucket, the chicken has a small one, and the mouse has a tiny one. One day, friends filled their buckets with water and were returning home. A bunny was sitting in the grass under an old apple tree. An apple fell from an apple tree on his head. Out of fright, the scythe jumped onto the path - right at the feet of his friends. They threw the buckets and quickly ran home. They barely caught their breath, trembling with fear. The old lady shouts: “Bear!” The granddaughter groans: “Wolf!” The chicken thought it was a scary fox, and the mouse thought it was a huge cat. And the poor bunny ran as fast as he could, thinking that the hunters were chasing him. You can read the fairy tale online in full on our website.
About grandfather and grandmother
It was a long time ago and has become overgrown. Grandfather and grandmother lived there. Yes, so poor that God forbid. They have no cattle, no chickens in the yard. And there were no children. No one came to them, no one knocked on their door.
It's a shame for grandpa. And he couldn’t stand it, he said to the woman: “Why doesn’t anyone come to visit us?”
Baba judged correctly: “Who will go if we have nothing to treat ourselves to?” And people don’t call us, since we don’t call anyone.
In a word, the grandfather and woman lived sadly, alone with their thoughts and sorrows. And the grandfather decided to go around the world to earn money and buy a pig. The woman was surprised: “What do we need a pig?” - How is this - for what?! We take the pig out of the piglet, slaughter it, and invite guests. Then people will start inviting you and me to visit.
The woman was left alone. She didn’t wait long - the grandfather returned with the pig. They began to feed and nurse the piglet. Every day the grandfather feels everything: is the piglet growing, is there a lot of fat under its skin. And the woman can’t wait. She says to her grandfather: “Our little pig is so overfed that he can no longer stand on his hind legs.” Come on, grandfather, let's stab him.
Grandfather went to look. Again he feels the pig, measuring the scruff of the neck with a rope.
- Eh, no, old woman, it’s too early to inject - the lard hasn’t gone up the spine.
But the woman can’t stand it - she should invite guests as soon as possible, so that she can be invited as well. She went to a neighbor, borrowed a piece of lard, greased the pig’s back and said to her grandfather: “Come and look, there’s lard on the back of our pig.”
The grandfather ran his hand along the piglet’s back and couldn’t believe his eyes: his hand was shiny with fat. That day the pig was slaughtered. The woman was busy at the stove. What haven’t you prepared? And sausage, and saltison, and jellied meat, and blood, and also fried meat, boiled meat, and baked pies with cabbage and potatoes. When everything was ready, we went to call the guests.
The dear old woman says: “I’ll go alone to the village for the people, and you go to the forest, bring some thorns.” - What are they for? - asks the grandfather. - Oh, you old fool! And aren't you ashamed? Still asking! The guests will eat the meat and it will get stuck in their teeth. This is the perfect time for good people to pick thorns in their teeth.
The grandfather listened to the woman and trudged into the forest.
And the woman met a gypsy, a tinsmith, and said to him: “You, good man, don’t come to us - we will have guests.” And what haven’t I prepared! There is sausage, and saltison, and jellied meat, and blood, and ruddy pies with cabbage, with potatoes, and boiled meat: We hid the key to the hut under the eaves, but don’t touch it, don’t open the hut. The gypsy grinned and went on his way. I went up to my grandfather’s hut and looked at the key lying under the eaves. He opened the door, entered the hut, and there were all sorts of things on the table. “I’ll wait until the guests arrive. Maybe they’ll treat me too?” - thought the gypsy and sat down at the table.
He had to wait a long time; the man was hungry.
“Shouldn’t I treat myself? - he thinks and swallows his drool. “I’ll eat that piece of sausage for now.” And he himself didn’t notice how his hand reached for the sausage. Then I tried the pie, the fried meat, and the jellied meat.
The gypsies had a good dinner! There was only a pile of bones left on the table. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, closed the door behind him, hid the key where he had taken it, and left. Then the grandfather and woman returned. The grandfather is carrying an armful of thorns, and the guests are flocking behind the woman. “This gypsy tinsmith is an honest man! He knew where the key was, but didn’t enter the hut,” the woman thought, opening the door.
The guests stepped over the threshold and gasped. There is a pile of bones on the table, and a swarm of flies crawls on them: “Beat the damned!” - the woman shouts to the grandfather. - They ate the whole pig.
The old woman grabbed a towel and started swatting flies. Beats and cries, beats and cries. Who would have thought that the flies ate everything and left nothing for the guests?
The guests shook their heads and dispersed. And the grandfather and woman continue to execute the flies. Everyone was killed, only one fly was darting around the house. She flew and flew and landed on the woman’s forehead. The woman got angry: “Grandfather, grandfather!” Hurry, hit her! Damn greedy thing - she ate all the sausage and is still sitting on her forehead!
The grandfather grabbed the rocking chair and hit the woman on the forehead. He killed the fly, but the woman also fell off her feet. Her grandfather poured water on her for a long time until the woman came to her senses.
Since all this happened, the old people have been living peacefully, not arguing, not wondering why guests don’t come to them. And they themselves do not wait for an invitation.
Analysis of the fairy tale About the old grandmother
The humorous narrative uses amusing characters as an example to show how people lose their sense of reality out of fear. The main idea of the fairy tale can be formulated as follows: fear has five pairs of eyes. Exactly five. The fairy tale has a certain psychological subtext. Pay attention to what the heroes of the fairy tale are afraid of: the grandmother is afraid of the bear, the granddaughter is afraid of the wolf, the chicken is afraid of the fox, the mouse is afraid of the cat, the bunny is afraid of the hunter. Everyone's fears correspond to what in his mind is considered the most dangerous. The fairy tale encourages you not to panic and fight your fears. Children's fears make the child indecisive, nervous, and withdrawn. The fairy tale about an old grandmother can be worked through with a child who has any phobias. Fairytale therapy will help your child overcome fear.
And Dunya tells them:
- Who else if not me! I’ll cook cabbage soup and steam porridge, I’ll meet a cow from the herd and dress her up for the night, I’ll calm down the chickens, I’ll clean up the hut, I’ll turn the hay while the bucket is in the yard.
“You’re still young, granddaughter,” the grandmother tells her, “you only have seven years to live!”
- Seven is not two, grandma, seven is a lot. I can handle it!
Grandfather and grandmother went to the market and returned in the evening. They see, and it’s true: the hut is tidy, the food is prepared, the yard is in order, the cattle and poultry are well-fed, the hay is dried, the fence is repaired (grandfather had been planning to fix it for two summers), sand has been sprinkled around the well frame - so much work has been done that it’s as if there were four.
An old man and an old woman look at their granddaughter and think: now they can live and be happy!
However, the grandmother did not have to rejoice over her granddaughter for long: the grandmother fell ill and died. The old man was left alone with Dunya. It was difficult for grandfather to remain alone in his old age. Here they live alone, without their grandmother. Dunya pleases her grandfather and does all the work on the farm alone; Even though she was small, she was diligent.
Grandfather happened to go to the city, the need came. On the way, he overtook a rich neighbor, who was also heading to the city. They went together. We drove and drove, and night came. A rich neighbor and poor Dunin's grandfather saw a light in a roadside hut and knocked on the gate. They stopped for the night, unharnessed the horses; Dunya’s grandfather had a mare, and the rich man had a gelding.
At night, my grandfather's horse gave birth to a foal, and the foolish foal fell away from its mother and found itself under the cart of that rich man.
An instructive tale about a girl and her grandmother-shaman
Albina Salimova
An instructive tale about a girl and her grandmother-shaman
Whether it was a long time ago or not long ago, no one remembers. Only the cold northern winds carry one cautionary tale .
At the very edge of the earth, near the coldest sea, there stood a small tent. In this plague there lived a kind woman and she had a little daughter. The daughter was as beautiful as the summer sun, but her heart was as cold as the winter moon. The girl did not love anyone and did not obey anyone. She spent the whole day spinning in front of the mirror, admiring her beauty and trying on different outfits. And the mother loved her daughter very much, spoiled her all the time, bought jewelry and beautiful clothes. To ensure that the girl always had new dresses and fur coats, her mother worked a lot and hard. One day she was very tired and asked her beautiful daughter to help her.
“Sunny,” she said, “help me . I'm completely tired, I have no strength. Please bring some kindling for the fire so that I can cook food for us.
The girl did not want to help her mother.
- Here's another! “- she answered, “I can put splinters in my palms with this brush.” Collect firewood yourself. I don't want to eat. Actually, I'm on a diet!
Mom sighed and went to get some brushwood herself. The next time she asked her daughter to help tidy up the tent and was again refused.
- Here's another! - the girl said - I might get my dress dirty. And the dust will make me sneeze, and my wonderful nose will turn red. Mom had to clean up the mess alone.
One day, a kind mother asked her daughter to go to the sea and catch fish for dinner.
- Here's another! There is a strong wind blowing there, it will ruffle my beautiful hair, blow into my eyes, they will water. Cold water can make me catch a cold, my nose will runny, my snot will flow and my thin voice will disappear.
Mom cried and went to the seashore to go fishing. She stayed on the shore for so long that she froze and turned into an ice block.
It didn’t take long for the girl to notice that her mother had been gone for a long time. I was very busy with myself. And when I realized it, it was already deep night. She rushed to look for her mother and found an ice block. The daughter was afraid that she might be left alone forever.
- What to do? - she thought - how to help her mother, how to warm her up and revive her?
Then she remembered that behind the hill, in a swampy swamp, there lived an old sorceress - a shaman.
“I’ll go to her,” she decided, “let the old grandmother do some magic and defrost my mother, otherwise who will feed me?”
She came to the shaman grandmother’s tent and screamed :
- Hey, old hag, are you still alive? If she’s alive, defrost my mother, because I want to eat, but she hasn’t prepared dinner.
“Ugh, what an ill-mannered, nasty girl,” said the witch, “go away , I won’t help you until you learn to be polite.”
- Here's another! I, such a beauty, will bow down in front of all sorts of grannies . Go to whom you told , or give me something to eat,” the beauty demanded.
Grandma say anything , but simply went into the tent and closed the entrance. The girl remained on the street . The night became darker and colder. She was completely frozen and stopped being beautiful.
- Grandma shaman , I’m cold, let me in to warm up. I remembered the magic word, PLEASE.
The door opened, the girl entered the warm tent .
“Well, do you understand now that you need to communicate politely with people?” asked the sorceress.
- Yes. Please help me, unfreeze my mother,” the girl , “and I will give you all my outfits and jewelry.” And even toys.
“I don’t need anything from you.” I cannot help your mother, because your cold heart froze her.
What to do? How will I live without my mother now? the girl cried bitterly , - how stupid and evil I was, I didn’t love my mother and didn’t listen, didn’t help her.
While she was crying, her heart melted. She wiped away her tears and asked the witch to teach her witchcraft so that she could warm up her mother.
The shaman grandmother smiled and said, “Okay , I’ll teach you everything, but only in the morning.” Now let's get some sleep.
The next morning the witch told the girl that she would teach her how to cook a witchcraft brew that would save her mother. Only for this it is necessary that their tent be cleanly tidied and heated hot, otherwise witchcraft will not work. And they went through the swamp to the girl in the tent .
The girl spent the whole day cleaning things up. At first everything worked out poorly for her, because she had never done this before, but then everything got better. She collected dry brushwood and lit a hot fire in the hearth. The sorceress put a cleanly washed cauldron on the fire and poured spring water into it. Then she and the girl went to the tundra to collect magical healing herbs. The old shaman taught the girl to make a healing decoction from these herbs.
The girl caught the strongest and fastest reindeer, harnessed it to a sledge and rushed to the seashore, behind the block of ice into which her mother had turned.
She and her grandmother brought the block into the hot tent, and my mother began to thaw. But mother was still very weak and cold, and they covered her with a warm skin. They gave her a healing decoction. Mom recovered very quickly. And the girl again became beautiful like the sun, but her heart never froze again. She promised her mother to help with everything. And they began to live happily ever after. And the grandmother-shaman often came to visit them and taught the girl new wisdom . That's the end of the fairy tale . Whoever listened, well done, can eat a lollipop.
Fairy tale Grandma
Grandma is so old, her face is all wrinkled, her hair is white-white, but her eyes are like your stars - so bright, beautiful and affectionate! And what wonderful stories she knows! And the dress she’s wearing is made of thick silk material with large flowers—it’s rustling! Grandma knows a lot, a lot; After all, she has been living in the world for a long time, much longer than mom and dad - really! Grandma has a psalter, a thick book bound with silver clasps, and she reads it often. Between the sheets of the book lies a flattened, dried rose. She is not at all as beautiful as those roses that grandma has in a glass of water, but grandma still smiles most tenderly at this particular rose and looks at it with tears in her eyes. Why does grandma look at the dried rose like that? You know?
Every time grandmother’s tears fall on a flower, its colors are revived again, it again becomes a lush rose, the whole room is filled with fragrance, the walls melt like fog, and grandmother is in a green, sun-drenched forest! The grandmother herself is no longer a decrepit old woman, but a young, charming girl with golden curls and rosy, round cheeks that rival the roses themselves. Her eyes... Yes, you can recognize her by her sweet, gentle eyes! A handsome, courageous young man sits next to her. He gives the girl a rose, and she smiles at him... Well, grandma never smiles like that! Oh no, here he is smiling! He left. Other memories flash by, many images flash by; the young man is no longer there, the rose lies in an old book, and the grandmother herself... sits again on her chair, just as old, and looks at the dried rose.
But grandma died! She sat, as always, in her chair and told a long, long, wonderful story, and then said:
- Well, that's the end! Now let me rest; I'm tired and will sleep a little.
And she leaned back, sighed and fell asleep. But her breathing became quieter and quieter, and her face became so calm and joyful, as if it were illuminated by a clear sun! And then they said that she died.
The grandmother was wrapped in a white shroud and placed in a black coffin; She was so beautiful even with her eyes closed! All the wrinkles disappeared, a smile froze on his lips, his silver gray hair inspired respect. It was not at all scary to look at the dead one - it was the same sweet, kind grandmother! The psalter was placed under her head - as she ordered; the rose remained in the book. And so the grandmother was buried.
A rose bush was planted on her grave, near the cemetery fence. It was all in bloom: a nightingale sang above it, and from the church came the wonderful sounds of the organ and the melodies of the very psalms that were written in the book on which the head of the deceased rested. The moon stood directly above the grave, but the shadow of the deceased never appeared. Any child could easily go there at night and pick a rose by sticking his little hand through the bars. The dead know more than we living; they know how frightened we would be if we suddenly saw them in front of us. The dead are better than us and therefore do not appear to us. The coffin is buried in the ground and there is also only earth inside it. The sheets of the psalter became dust, and so did the rose with which so many memories were associated. But new roses are blooming over the grave, a nightingale is singing over it, the sounds of an organ are rushing towards it, and the memory of the old grandmother with her sweet, eternally youthful gaze is still alive! The gaze never dies! And someday we will see grandmother as young and beautiful as when she first pressed to her lips a fresh scarlet rose, which has now decayed in the grave.
Russian fairy tale
Russian folk tale "Grandmother, granddaughter and chicken"
The tendency to exaggerate is perhaps the most famous character trait of the Russian people.
And it so happened that it is the ladies who are more predisposed to inflate a tragedy on a universal scale out of nothing. Sometimes this uncontrollable panic can play a cruel joke on the instigators. This female super ability is ridiculed in almost all works of folk art: Russian fairy tales, poems, even jokes. So in the children's story relayed below, the main characters of the story turned out to be simply professionals in the matter of fanning baseless hysteria. And Grandmother turned out to be the most hysterical, the honorable second place in this matter went to Granddaughter, and the last place went to Chicken, who managed to distinguish herself in the same way.
Summary of the text
The fairy tale describes a friendly family: Grandfather, Grandmother, with Granddaughter and Chicken. They had a great tradition: going for a walk every morning. Moreover, this promenade was very lively, they sang, danced and had fun.
One fine day, Apple heard these wonderful couplets. He also wanted to take part in this celebration of life. It listened to the chants for a long time, and then plucked up courage and jumped off towards adventure. But instead of making new friends, it greatly frightened the lady. Discouraged, the ladies ran screaming to safety. The head of the family met them at home and began asking what had happened. It was then that all the flaws in a woman’s character appeared in all their glory. The bird complained about the hawk she saw, the Granddaughter complained about the meeting with a predator, and Grandmother even dreamed of a bear.
Reading this instructive children's fairy tale will be especially useful for little princesses, because it is they who, most often, cannot complete the work they have started due to groundless fear. It will bring no less benefit to the older female generation - this, of course, is not a professional book on psychology, but it will emphasize the fact that the grandmother is a role model for her grandchildren and often her reaction determines the child’s attitude to the surrounding reality.
Here, “well done” to all the heroes, the older relatives have made a mountain out of a molehill, the Chicken is a typical stupid bird with a predictable reaction, and the Granddaughter, and even the Grandfather, have completely lost the ability to adequately assess the situation. The most positive character here is the inquisitive Apple. This story will show the child that in any incomprehensible situation you need to find a couple of seconds to stop and think about everything calmly, and if a reason for alarm does arise, then it is much easier to overcome difficulties with a cool head.
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