Grandma is resting
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Little Galinka came home from school. She opened the door and wanted to say something cheerfully to her mother. But mom threatened Galinka with her finger and whispered:
- Quiet, Galinka, grandma is resting. I didn’t sleep the whole night, my heart hurt.
Galinka quietly walked up to the table and put down her briefcase. I had lunch and sat down to study homework. He reads the book quietly, to himself, so as not to wake up his grandmother.
The door opened and Olya, Galinka’s friend, came. She said loudly:
- Galinka, listen...
Galinka shook her finger at her, like a mother, and whispered:
- Quiet, Olya, grandma is resting. She didn’t sleep the whole night, her heart ached.
The girls sat down at the table and looked at the drawings.
And two tears rolled out from grandma’s closed eyes.
When the grandmother stood up, Galinka asked:
- Grandma, why did you cry in your sleep?
Grandmother smiled and kissed Galinka. Joy shone in her eyes.
Big birch
N. M. Artyukhova
Mom stood in the kitchen with a towel on her shoulder, drying the last cup. Suddenly Gleb’s frightened face appeared at the window.
- Aunt Zina! Aunt Zina! - he shouted. - Your Alyoshka has gone crazy!
- Zinaida Lvovna! — Volodya looked out the other window. - Your Alyoshka climbed a big birch tree!
- After all, he can break loose! - Gleb continued in a tearful voice. - And it will break...
The cup slipped out of my mother’s hands and fell to the floor with a clatter.
- Shattered! - Gleb finished, looking with horror at the white shards.
Mom ran out onto the terrace and went to the gate:
- Where is he?
- Yes, here, on the birch tree!
Mom looked at the white trunk, at the place where it split in two. Alyosha was not there.
- Stupid jokes, guys! - she said and walked towards the house.
- No, we’re telling the truth! - Gleb shouted. - He is there, at the very top! Where the branches are!
Mom finally understood where to look. She saw Alyosha. She measured with her eyes the distance from its branch to the ground, and her face became almost as white as this smooth birch trunk.
- Crazy! - Gleb repeated.
- Shut up! - Mom said quietly and very sternly. - Both of you go home and sit there.
She approached the tree.
“Well, Alyosha,” she said, “are you doing well?”
Alyosha was surprised that his mother was not angry and spoke in such a calm, gentle voice.
“It’s good here,” he said. “But I’m very hot, mommy.”
“It’s nothing,” said mom, “sit down, rest a little and start going down.” Just don't rush. Little by little... Have you rested? - she asked after a minute.
- I rested.
- Well then, come down.
Alyosha, holding onto a branch, was looking for somewhere to put his foot. At this time, an unfamiliar fat summer resident appeared on the path. He heard voices, looked up and shouted fearfully and angrily:
“Where have you gone, you worthless boy!” Get down now!
Alyosha shuddered and, without calculating the movement, put his foot on a dry twig. The twig crunched and rustled down to my mother's feet.
“Not like that,” said mom. — Stand on the next branch.
Then she turned to the summer resident:
- Don't worry, please, he can climb trees very well. He's great for me!
The small, light figure of Alyosha slowly descended. It was easier to climb up. Alyosha is tired. But his mother stood below, giving him advice, speaking kind, encouraging words. The earth was getting closer and shrinking. Now neither the field beyond the ravine nor the factory chimney is visible. Alyosha reached the fork.
“Take a break,” said mom. - Well done! Well, now put your foot on this branch... No, not there, that one is dry, here, to the right... Well, well, don’t rush.
The ground was very close. Alyosha hung in his arms, stretched out and jumped onto the high stump from which he began his journey.
The fat, unfamiliar summer resident grinned, shook his head and said:
- Oh well! You will be a parachutist!
And mom grabbed her thin, tanned, scratched legs and shouted:
- Alyoshka, promise me that you will never, never climb so high again!
She quickly walked towards the house. Volodya and Gleb were standing on the terrace. Mom ran past them, through the garden, to the ravine. She sat down in the grass and covered her face with a scarf. Alyosha followed her, embarrassed and confused. He sat down next to her on the slope of a ravine, took her hands, stroked her hair and said:
- Well, mommy, well, calm down... I won’t be so high! Well, calm down!
It was the first time he saw his mother cry.
- Well, look what kind of guest we have! - Dad called me loudly, when I was still fumbling with sandals in the corridor, having come from the street.
Books about family for preschoolers 4-7 years old
Agniya Barto
- At home;
- His family;
- In an empty apartment;
- Younger brother.
Tatiana Agibalova
- In the family circle;
- What could be more valuable than family?
Oleg Bundur
- About love;
- Sunday;
- Family;
- I'm taking care of mom and dad.
Y. L. Akim
- Man in the house;
- My brother Misha.
V. D. Berestov
- King Lulu.
E. A. Blaginina
- Mother;
- That's what mom is like;
- Our grandfather;
- I’ll teach my brother how to put on shoes too;
- Alyonushka.
Sergey Mikhalkov
- Klutz.
V.Yu. Dragunsky
- "Chicky-kick."
N.M. Artyukhova
- "Big Birch"
M. Druzhinina
- "Girl on the contrary";
- "Postcard".
All good people are one family
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
In the second grade there was a drawing lesson. The children drew a swallow.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door. The teacher opened the door and saw a tear-stained woman - the mother of little white-haired, blue-eyed Natasha.
“I ask you,” the mother turned to the teacher, “to let Natasha go.” Grandmother died.
The teacher walked up to the table and said quietly:
- Children, great grief has come. Natasha's grandmother died. Natasha turned pale. Her eyes filled with tears. She leaned on her desk and cried quietly.
- Go home, Natasha. Mom came for you.
– While the girl was getting ready to go home, the teacher said:
“We won’t have lessons today either.” After all, there is great grief in our family.
– This is in Natasha’s family? – asked Kolya.
“No, in our human family,” the teacher explained. - All good people are one family. And if someone in our family died, we were orphaned.
Essay on the topic My family
I have a big family - grandmother, mother, father, me and my two sisters. You probably noticed that I named my grandmother first on this family list? Do you know why? Because she is the most important in our family!
And not only because she is the oldest, but because the whole house rests on her, because the warmth and comfort of our home is her doing. Granny's cooking is so finger-licking! There is no and cannot be tastier than her borscht and cutlets in the whole wide world. And the compote prepared by my grandmother is tastier than any store-bought juice. You probably think that I just really love to eat and because of this I praise my granny so much? Not at all, not only because of this. Also because she never grumbles. She is very cheerful with us. For example, it was my grandmother who taught me how to properly play games such as “Cossacks-robbers”, “bouncer” and even “langa”. She also knows many interesting stories. Not only I, but our whole family loves listening to them.
Our house is always clean and cozy. Just don’t think that we blamed all our worries and troubles on grandma. We help her with everything. The sisters clean the house. I go to the store, take out the trash, and do whatever my grandma tells me to do. When grandma is resting, we don’t make any noise or bother her with any trifles. And also, grandma always finds different kind words for everyone.
My parents are also very good. Mom and dad never quarrel. They work very hard. And I’m sorry that I don’t see them as often as I would like. Of course, even though they come late, they always find time to talk to us, ask about things at school, check lessons and tickle their sisters, because tickling makes them laugh so joyfully that we all start laughing with them. Dad says that our laughter takes away all the fatigue from him. Our mother is beautiful and affectionate. And not strict at all. Mom has a very beautiful voice and we love when dad plays the guitar and mom sings. And my sisters have funny laughs. They never whine, they don’t nurse. And for this I love them very much. Sometimes I take them with me to play, my friends don’t mind at all, because they know that my sisters are cool.
Weekends are always like a holiday for us! Because we all get together and we are never bored. In winter there is a skating rink and snow slides, in summer there is a park, a river and many other interesting things.
I think that the happiness of our family lies in the fact that we have each other, that we decide everything together and know how, and most importantly, we want to constantly please each other.
Birthday lunch
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Nina has a large family: mother, father, two brothers, two sisters, grandmother.
Nina is the smallest: she is nine years old. Grandmother is the eldest; she is eighty-two years old.
When the family is having dinner, grandma's hand trembles. Everyone is used to it and tries not to notice.
If someone looks at grandma’s hand and thinks: why is it trembling? – her hand trembles even more. The grandmother is carrying a spoon - the spoon is shaking, droplets are dripping onto the table.
Nina's birthday is coming soon. Mother said that there would be lunch on her name day. She and her grandmother will bake a big sweet pie. Let Nina invite her friends.
Guests arrived. Mom sets the table with a white tablecloth. Nina thought: Grandma will sit down at the table, and her hand will tremble. Your friends will laugh and tell everyone at school.
Nina said quietly to her mother:
- Mom, don’t let grandma sit at the table today...
- Why? - Mom was surprised.
- Her hand is shaking... It’s dripping on the table...
Mom turned pale. Without saying a word, she took the white tablecloth off the table and hid it in the closet.
Mom sat silently for a long time, then said:
- Our grandmother is sick today. There will be no birthday dinner.
Happy birthday to you, Nina. My wish for you: be a real person.
How Vasilko was born
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
- Children, today is the birthday of your friend Vasilka. Today you, Vasilko, turn eight years old. Congratulations on your birthday. I’ll tell you, children, how Vasilko was born.
Vasilko was not yet in the world, his father worked as a tractor driver, and his mother worked in the silkworm production department.
The tractor driver's young wife was preparing to become a mother. In the evening, the young husband got ready to take his wife to the maternity hospital tomorrow.
At night a snowstorm broke out, a lot of snow fell, and the roads were covered with snowdrifts. The car could not move, and there was no way to postpone the trip, the young woman felt: a child would soon be born. The husband left to get the tractor, and at this time his wife began to experience terrible pain.
The husband adapted a large sled to the tractor, laid his wife on it, left the house, and it was seven kilometers to the maternity hospital. The snowstorm does not stop, the steppe is covered with a white veil, the wife is moaning, the tractor is barely making its way through the snowdrifts.
Halfway there it became impossible to go further, the tractor sank in the snowdrifts, and the engine stalled. A young husband approached his wife, lifted her from the sleigh, wrapped her in a blanket and carried her in his arms, with incredible difficulty getting out of one snowdrift and plunging into another.
The snowstorm raged, the snow blinded his eyes, the husband was sweating, his heart was beating out of his chest; it seemed that one more step and he would no longer have the strength, but at the same time it was clear to the man that if he stopped for even a minute, he would die.
After a few tens of meters, he stopped for a moment, took off his coat, remaining in a padded jacket.
The wife was moaning in his arms, the wind was howling in the steppe, and the husband in these moments was not thinking about anything except the small living creature that was about to be born and for which he, the young tractor driver Stepan, is responsible to his wife, to his father and mother, to his grandfather and my grandmother, before the entire human race, before my conscience.
The young father walked four terrible kilometers for several hours; He knocked on the door of the maternity hospital in the evening; knocked, handed his wife wrapped in a blanket into the hands of the nurses and fell unconscious. When they unrolled the blanket, the amazed doctors could not believe their eyes: next to his wife lay a child - alive, strong. He had just been born, the mother began to feed her son right there in the corridor, and the doctors surrounded the bed in which the father lay.
For ten days Stepan was between life and death.
Doctors saved his life.
This is how Vasilko was born.
Who is taking whom home?
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
There are two five-year-old boys in kindergarten - Vasilko and Tolya. Their mothers work on a cattle farm. At six o'clock in the evening they go to the kindergarten to pick up the children.
Mom dresses Vasilka, takes him by the hand, leads him along and says:
- Let's go home, Vasilko.
And Tolya dresses himself, takes his mother’s hand, leads her along and says:
- Let's go home, mom. The road was covered with snow. There is only a narrow path in the snow. Vasilko’s mother walks through the snow, and her son walks along the path. After all, she is taking Vasilko home.
Tolya walks through the snow, and mom walks along the path. After all, Tolya is taking his mother home.
Twelve years have passed. Vasilko and Tolya became strong, slender, handsome young men.
In winter, when the roads were covered with deep snow, Vasilka’s mother became seriously ill.
On the same day, Tolya’s mother also fell ill.
The doctor lived in a neighboring village, five kilometers away.
Vasilko went outside, looked at the snow and said:
- Is it possible to walk in such snow? – He stood for a while and returned to the house.
And Tolya walked through the deep snow to a neighboring village and returned with a doctor.
Books about family for high school students aged 13-18
L. F. Voronkova
- "Elder sister";
- “Personal Happiness” is a story about a girl, on whose shoulders, after the death of her mother, fell the burden of caring for her family: her father and younger sister and brother.
E. Kaestner
- “When I Was Little” is a story about the writer’s childhood, parents, and great-grandparents, reliably conveying a sense of family togetherness and family affection.
Dina Sabitova
- “Where There Is No Winter” is a story about the amazing friendship of a brother and sister in the ocean of terrible circumstances of their lives.
Anne-Katharina Westley
- “Dad, Mom, Grandma, Eight Children and a Truck”;
- “A little gift for Anton”;
- "Dad, mother, grandmother and eight children in Denmark."
Jean-Philippe Arroux-Vigneault
- “Omelet with sugar. Adventures of a family from Cherbourg."
Louisa Alcott
- “Little Women” is a bright and touching story about a family in which worries and difficulties do not interfere with sincere love between household members.
S. Vostokov
- “Trees Make the Wind” - funny and sad stories from a preschool boy about his life at home and in kindergarten, about relationships with parents and friends.
A. N. Tolstoy
- “Nikita’s Childhood” is a story inspired by childhood memories that paints vivid images of the writer’s father and mother, who played a big role in his life.
I. Minutko
- “An Old Linden Tree in a Moscow Courtyard” is a story about teenagers whose parents help them find the right solutions to difficult moral problems.
D. Aldridge
- “The Last Inch” is an action-packed story in which a father, under the threat of death, is forced to seek a common language with his son, who has never been close to him.
M. Pagnol
- “The Childhood of Marcel” is a story about the writer’s childhood, spent in an old village house surrounded by a large family: father, mother, uncle, aunt and younger brother.
L. N. Tolstoy
"Childhood. Adolescence. Youth” - in three stories, the great Russian classic emphasizes the fundamental role of his parents in the formation of his moral principles, worldview and attitude towards the world around him.
A. P. Chekhov
- “The Event” is a story about a rich and prosperous family in which the children are unhappy due to a lack of mutual understanding with their parents.
Yu. Yakovlev
- “The Boy with Skates” is a story about a boy who really misses his father in his life.
Pavel Sanaev
- "Bury Me Behind the Baseboard".
Anatoly Aleksin:
- “The Groom's Diary” is a story about how parental love can be selfish and blind and cripple the fate of the child. But at some point a child must grow up and feel personal responsibility for his destiny. Here is the second story about exactly this.
- “Meanwhile, somewhere” - schoolboy Seryozha Emelyanov is being brought up in an exemplary family - that’s what everyone around him says. But one day he accidentally finds out that his father is not such an exemplary person. Once he left a woman who put him on his feet, literally and figuratively, and then did not even respond to her request for help. The author talks about what decision Seryozha made.
In general, almost every story by Aleksin contains a difficult situation in family relationships.
Narine Abgaryan
- "Manyunya."
Dina Rubina
- "On the sunny side of the street."
Lyudmila Ulitskaya
- "Kukotsky's case."
Seventh daughter
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Mother had seven daughters. One day a mother went to visit her son, but the son lived far, far away. Mother returned home a month later.
When she entered the hut, the daughters, one after another, began to say how much they missed their Mother.
“I missed you like a poppy misses a ray of sunshine,” said the first daughter.
“I was waiting for you, like dry earth waiting for a drop of water,” said the second daughter.
“I cried for you like a little chick cries for a bird...” cooed the third daughter.
“It was difficult for me without you, like a bee without a flower,” said the fourth daughter, caressing her mother and looking into her eyes.
“I dreamed of you like a rose dreams of a drop of dew,” chirped the fifth daughter.
“I looked out for you like a nightingale looks out for a cherry orchard,” whispered the sixth daughter.
But the seventh daughter said nothing, although she had a lot to say. She took off Mother’s shoes and brought her water in a large basin to wash her feet.
Municipal budgetary cultural institution "Georgievsk Centralized Library System"
On July 8, a wonderful holiday awaits us - the Day of Family, Love and Fidelity. What is family? For adults - a corner of love and tranquility, where you can find support and understanding, relax and gain strength. And for the baby there is a whole world: kind, loving, open. Growing up, children discover complex experiences within themselves, build new relationships, but never forget their relatives, because they are connected with them by the strongest and most wonderful ties - family ties.
Many lines are dedicated to the family: poems by Agnia Barto, Mikhail Plyatskovsky and Elena Blaginina; touching stories by Valentina Oseeva and funny stories by Viktor Dragunsky. You can follow the journey of the mischievous Chuk and Gek and their mother to visit their father - or be inspired by the simple and bright story about the girl Tasya, her favorite teddy bear and friendly family; about big holidays and small joys, fleeting sorrows and important life lessons.
Barto, A.L. Grandma had forty grandchildren / A.L. Barto, Author; Y. Molokanov, Artist. - AST: Astrel, 2015. — 80s.
Barto, A.L. Children/ A.L. Barto, Author; N.V. Kuznetsova, Artist. — Samovar, 2016. — 192 p.: ill.
Blaginina, E.A. Let's sit in silence: poems / E.A. Blaginina, Author; A. Chukavin, Artist; I. Chukavina, Artist. — Dragonfly, 2013. — 10 p.: ill. - (Reading to the kids).
Blaginina, E.A. Poems, fairy tales and games / E.A. Blaginina, Author. — Dragonfly, 2015. — 64s. - (Extracurricular reading).
Plyatskovsky, M.S. Childhood's first poems...: poems for children / M.S. Plyatskovsky, Author; V.D. Berestov; K.I. Chukovsky; N.V. Kuznetsova, Artist; O.Yu. Gorbushin. — Samovar, 2015. - 95 pp.: ill.: In the lane.. - (Children's classics for kids).
Plyatskovsky, M.S. Thorn for dinner: poems / M.S. Plyatskovsky, Author; Anahit Gardyan, Illustrator. - Machaon, 2015. — 16 p.: ill. - (Naughty books).
Ekholm, J. Tutta Carlson, the first and only, Ludwig the fourteenth and others: A cunning tale/art. A. Shargeldyan - M.: Strekoza, 1997. - 127 p. ill.
Many wonderful animal families live in fairy tales. In the family of Larson foxes from the book by Jan - Olaf Ekholm “Tutta Carlson the First and Only, Ludwig the Fourteenth and Others” everything goes on as usual. Dad tries to cultivate the best fox qualities in his children, but little Ludwig the Fourteenth, like many children, has his own ideas about relationships with the outside world. So it turns out that the foxes eventually begin to make friends with the chickens...
A wonderful family of hedgehogs lives in a dense forest: dad is a hedgehog - a doctor, mom is a dressmaker, the main character is a little hedgehog, Vovka, and his younger sister, Veronica. Andrey Usachev wrote kind and funny instructive stories about them. Children will always find adventures for themselves - and adults have to help them cope, tell them what's what. But various funny incidents only unite the friendly family.
Usachev, A.A. Once upon a time there were hedgehogs / A.A. Usachev. - ROSMEN, 2014. — 64 pp.: ill.; In the lane — (Children's Library ROSMEN).
Parents are the most beautiful and most correct people in the eyes of a child. The family lays down ideas about good and bad; it is a source of knowledge about the values and rules of adult life. It is wonderful when a child learns sincerity, compassion and responsibility from his parents, when, imitating them, he becomes a kind and honest person. It’s no wonder that the best children’s books are about families whose members get along with each other.
Reading them, I want to believe that adults always support children, and children love and respect their parents. Here are the Penderwick sisters - the girls are mischievous, but their father still manages to find a common language with them. A friendly atmosphere of mutual understanding between children and adults permeates many of Astrid Lindgren’s books: “We are all from Bullerby”, “On the island of Saltkrok”... Lindgren, A. We are all from Bullerby: a story / Astrid Lindgren; lane with Swedish L.G. Gorlina; artist Igor Glazov. – M.: Planet of Childhood, 2009. – 190 p.: ill.
Lindgren, A. On the island of Saltkrok: Stories / A. Lindgren. - Lenizdat, 1986. - 622 p.
Do you remember the children from Gorlastaya Street? Jonas, Lotte and Mia - Maria is always having fun. Little readers will definitely recognize themselves in them: they are just as naughty, stubborn... real. Astrid Lindgren, like no one else, managed to look at the world through the eyes of children, and most importantly, show parental love. No matter what happens, the adults in this book don't faint—or put them in a corner. Their rules: it is better to make fun of a prank than to allow a scandal to break out; it is better not to lecture, but to wait and let the child figure out his mistakes himself and make the right decision. Maybe that's why the Nyman family is so happy. Lindgren, A. Children from Loud Street: a story / A. Lindgren; Artist A. Vlasova. – M.: Planet of Childhood, 2009. – 61 p.: ill.
In large families something is always happening. Not a day without a new interesting event! Anna - Katrina Westley, author of family reading books "Dad, Mom, Grandma, Eight Children and a Truck", "Anton's Little Gift" and "Dad, Mom, Grandma, Eight Children in Denmark", talks about a family in which the adults are always find a common language with children. While the little reader laughs at these stories, he will learn to be friendly, love his family and approach overcoming any difficulties without fear. All everyday difficulties that a large family may encounter are solved together, and the main thing for everyone is that every member of the family, from the youngest prankster to the elderly grandmother, is happy. Westley, A.K. Mom, dad, grandmother, eight children and a truck: stories - M.: Det. lit., 1992. – 318 pp.
Tove Jansson's stories about Moomin are stories about a real ideal family, where the sincere love of parents does not turn into overprotection, and the pampering of children never crosses boundaries. A magical feeling of affection, friendship, and care reigns in the Moomin-troll family both during holidays and on anxious days, even during a flood or in anticipation of a terrible comet. Moomin - mom and Moomin - dad are ready to give affection not only to their children, but also to every guest, and they always have an interesting idea in stock that will unite all family members under one roof. Jansson, T. At the end of November: stories - fairy tales / T. Jansson. – St. Petersburg: ABC – Classics, 2004. – 352 p. (All about Mummies - trolls).
Let spending time together be a frequent source of joy and warm memories: read aloud to your children, gather in the living room with your favorite books, exchange opinions. We wish you happiness, love, a strong family, and, of course, pleasant family reading! And you can borrow books from the Central Children's Library named after. A.P. Gaidar at the address: Georgievsk, st. Lenina, 129.
Leading methodologist of the Central Children's Library named after. A. P. Gaidar N. Zinenko
The Tale of the Goose
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
On a hot summer day, a goose took her little yellow geese for a walk. She showed the children the big world. This world was green and joyful - a huge meadow spread out in front of the goslings. The goose taught the children to pluck the tender stems of young grass. The stems were sweet, the sun was warm and gentle, the grass was soft, the world was green and singing with many voices of bugs, butterflies, and moths. The goslings were happy.
Suddenly dark clouds appeared and the first drops of rain fell to the ground. And then large hailstones, like sparrow eggs, began to fall. The goslings ran to their mother, she raised her wings and covered her children with them. It was warm and cozy under the wings, the goslings heard as if from somewhere far away came the roar of thunder, the howl of the wind and the sound of hailstones. They even began to have fun: something terrible was happening behind their mother’s wings, and they were warm and comfortable.
Then everything calmed down. The goslings wanted to quickly go to the green meadow, but the mother did not raise her wings. The goslings squealed demandingly: let us out, mom.
The mother quietly raised her wings. The goslings ran out onto the grass. They saw that the mother’s wings were wounded and many feathers were torn out. The mother was breathing heavily. But the world around was so joyful, the sun shone so brightly and tenderly, the bugs, bees, and bumblebees sang so beautifully that for some reason it never occurred to the goslings to ask: “Mom, what’s wrong with you?” And when one, the smallest and weakest gosling came up to his mother and asked: “Why are your wings wounded?” - She answered quietly: “Everything is fine, my son.”
The yellow goslings scattered on the grass, and the mother was happy.
Everyone has their own happiness
Tamara Lombina
Fedka has long dreamed of a bicycle. He even dreamed about it: red, with a shiny steering wheel and a bell. You drive, and the meter clicks, clicks! – counts how many kilometers you have clocked up.
And yesterday he simply couldn’t believe his eyes: they bought a bicycle for the son of farmer Avdeev Vaska. Exactly the one Fedka dreamed of! If only it had been a different color or something...
Fedka never seemed to be envious, but here he even cried into his pillow, he was so sorry for his dream. He didn’t pester his mother with questions about when they would buy him a bike too - he knows that his parents don’t have money.
And now Vaska rushed past his yard... Fedka was watering the holes with cucumbers and quietly swallowing his tears.
As always, on time, Uncle Ivan burst into the yard with noise, laughter and such a familiar cough. Unlucky, that's what his relatives called him. He graduated from some very smart institute and came to his native village. There is no work for his head here and there won’t be, and the guy didn’t want any other job; he got a job tending the horses of the Avdeevs.
It’s amazing how he always manages to understand that Fedka is in trouble.
“Fedul, did he pout his lips,” his uncle asked, looking slyly into his eyes, “did he burn his caftan?”
But then Vaska rushed past the yard, calling like crazy. Uncle Ivan looked at Fedka knowingly.
“Will you go with me at night tonight?” – he suddenly suggested.
- Can? Will mom let you in?
“Yes, we’ll persuade the two of us,” assured the cheerful guy.
How wonderful this uncle Ivan is!
In the evening he arrived on a white Orlik, and Ognivko, a young red horse with thin legs, a fiery mane, and huge and cunning eyes, ran next to Orlik. Fedka himself doesn’t remember how he sat down on Ognivka. Under the envious glances of the boys, they drove through the entire village, and then rode through the meadow through the clouds. Yes, yes, Uncle Ivan said that clouds come down to their Silver Log at night to sleep until the morning. It’s so great to ride through the cloud, completely surrendering to Ognivok’s instincts. And then, right on horseback, they rode into a river as warm as fresh milk. Ognivko turned out to be so smart, they played so well with him in the water! Fedka was hiding behind other horses, and he found him and managed to grab him by the ear with soft lips...
Already exhausted, Fedka climbed ashore. Ognivko was still running around with the foals, playing, and then he came and lay down next to Fedka. Uncle Ivan cooked fish soup. When only he manages to do everything. When did he manage to catch the fish?
Fedka lay down on his back and... closed his eyes - the sky was looking at him with all the stars. The fire smelled deliciously of smoke and fish soup, but Ognivok, his breath, felt so calm. It was nice to feel such a lively smell of a young half-foal, half-horse. The crickets sang some kind of endless song of happiness.
Fedka even laughed: the dreamed bicycle now seemed so unnecessary and ugly here, next to the stars. Fedka hugged Ognivok and felt that his soul soared high, high, to the stars. For the first time he understood what happiness was.
A tale about our family (for kindergarten)
Damn, as they say, the eyes are afraid, the hands do the writing!
In kindergarten, the theme of the week is “Me and my family”, you need to write a fairy tale about the family, draw a family tree, family coat of arms, etc.
The coat of arms of the family, I remember, I already drew, only the girls were born, I was excited about having three children at once (Sasha was 3 years old at that time), I wouldn’t mind forgetting about this coat of arms, but I spent half the night drawing and decorating it by hand (here responsible is my nature))))
I decided not to do it this year, I will rivet the tree (I already bought whatman paper, I wanted to crochet leaves for the tree for the surroundings, but for some reason I changed my mind) I recently had a creative impulse, and therefore two garlands of cut out butterflies appeared on the walls and beautiful autumn leaves (I downloaded the templates from a cool group on VKontakte, there are a lot of ideas for holiday decorations), so I’ll make them from them.
And I’ve already written a fairy tale about a family! Yes, primitive, but still.
Here you are!
A TALE ABOUT THE FAMILY (BRAITSEVS)
Not far off, not beyond the forests, in a certain Ural village, there lived a simple girl, smart, intelligent Katya. So she grew up and went to a distant, big city. Various princes began wooing her, but they were not all in love with the girl! The girl was about to wilt completely, but then one sunny day she met a tall, stately prince of Nizhny Novgorod blood, and fell in love with him so much with all her heart that she could neither say it in a fairy tale nor describe it with a pen. That prince's name was Oleg.
But that prince was bewitched by an evil witch and did not respond in any way to the love of the red maiden. The girl was in despair, but then a blue-winged bird flew up to her, and in her beak she brought a magic apple. The girl gave this apple to the prince, he ate it, then a breeze blew in, and the evil witchcraft flew away along with the dust of the road!
Then they fell in love with each other with all their hearts, began to live and live, and have children! Their first-born was a pretty little boy, Sasha, he was restless in infancy, he cried and cried as much as he could, so that his father still remembers with a shudder how he rocked the heavy little boy to sleep!!!
Then my parents and Sasha had to move from the big city to a small principality (the capital city of Kartaly), my father had to rise up at the head of the railway army!
And soon the parents wanted to give birth to a blond girl, so that Sasha would not be bored, so that he would not indulge too much in his loneliness. No sooner said than done! Yes, it was done in such a way that their parents got two blond girls at once. The parents were happy! They named them Sonya and Anya. Yes, it was not so joyful at first, it was hard for them the first year, they don’t even remember themselves at that time, they were spinning and spinning without helpers!
But now children live to the delight of their parents, they dote on each other, although they sometimes have disagreements, fights and misunderstandings.
Children and their parents love to go to the forest together, walk there, throw pine cones, barbecue, and then return home rosy-cheeked and treat themselves to sugar buns. The kids also love to go fishing, catch fish and have fun.
The whole friendly family also honors their grandparents with frequent visits to the village for dumplings and pies, where the children are allowed to do everything and indulge in unlimited quantities of various sweets, which they are incredibly happy about.
And in the family there is everyone’s favorite handsome cat Vaska, young and mischievous, but allowing the girl Anya to carry him, and the dog Chapa, who occasionally barks at guests!
Children love to go to kindergarten, play different games there, sing songs, dance and develop, communicate with friends, which they themselves and especially their parents are incredibly happy about!
That's the end of the fairy tale, and whoever listened - well done!
Yurko - Timurovite
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Third-grader Yurko became a Timurovite. Even the commander of a small Timurov detachment. There are nine boys in his squad. They help two grandmothers who live on the outskirts of the village. They planted apple trees and roses near their huts and watered them. They bring water, go to the store for bread.
Today is a rainy autumn day. Yurko and the boys went to chop wood for their grandmother. I came home tired and angry.
He took off his shoes and hung up his coat. Both boots and coat are covered in mud.
Yurko sat down at the table. Mom serves him lunch, and grandmother washes his shoes and cleans his coat.
