Therapeutic bedtime stories will help put your child to sleep quickly. These fairy tales help you relax, relieve tension, rest after psychological work, feel your body “here and now,” and get a charge of vigor and well-being. Parents can also use them. For example, for short-term rest for children after intense school work or for reading before bed. Some of the proposed meditative tales have built-in multi-level metaphors, appealing to different channels of perception (visual, auditory, kinesthetic). These are positive suggestions that have a psychotherapeutic effect on the listener. To enhance this effect, the environment in the room should be comfortable, and the reader’s voice should be soft and calm. Dim the lighting and encourage your child to sit in a chair or couch where he can relax comfortably. Pleasant music for relaxation (for example, with sounds of nature) will help you immerse yourself in a fairy tale.
On a long winter evening. Sergey Kozlov
Oh, what snowdrifts did the blizzard make? All the stumps, all the hummocks were covered with snow. The pines creaked dully, swayed by the wind, and only the hard worker, the woodpecker, was hammering and hammering somewhere above, as if he wanted to break through the low clouds and see the sun...
The hedgehog was sitting at home by the stove and was no longer looking forward to spring coming.
“If only,” thought the Hedgehog, “the streams would gurgle, the birds would sing and the first ants would run along the paths!.. Then I would go out into the clearing, shout to the whole forest, and the Squirrel would come running to me, and I would say to her: “Hello , Squirrel? Has spring come? How was your winter? And Belka would fluff hers
tail, waved it in different directions and answered: “Hello, Hedgehog! Are you healthy? And we would run throughout the forest and examine every stump, every tree, and then we would begin to trample last year’s paths... “You trample on the ground,” Squirrel would say, “and I will trample on top!” And I would jump through the trees...
Then we would see Little Bear.
"And it's you!" - Little Bear would shout and begin to help me trample the paths...
And then we would call Donkey. Because without it it is impossible to build a big path.
The Donkey would run first, followed by the Bear Cub, and then me... “Clunk-clack-clack,” the Donkey would clatter his hooves, “top-clop-clop,” the Bear Cub would stomp, and I wouldn’t be able to keep up with them and would just roll. “You're ruining the path! - Donkey would shout. “You picked it all up with your needles!”
- "No problem! - Little Bear would smile. “I’ll run after the Hedgehog and trample down the ground.” “No, no,” said the Donkey, “it’s better if the Hedgehog loosens the gardens!”
And I would roll on the ground and loosen the vegetable gardens, and the Donkey and the Little Bear would carry water... “Now loosen mine!” - Chipmunk would ask. “And mine!” - the Forest Mouse would say... And I would ride all over the forest and benefit everyone.
It's time to sleep
asleep , Alyonushka’s other ear falls asleep.
- Dad, are you here?
- Here, baby.
- You know what, dad. I want to be a queen.
Alyonushka fell asleep and smiled in her sleep.
Oh, so many flowers! And they all smile too. They surrounded Alyonushka’s crib, whispering and laughing in thin voices. Scarlet flowers, blue flowers, yellow flowers, blue, pink, red, white - as if a rainbow fell to the ground and scattered with living sparks, multi-colored lights and cheerful children's eyes.
- Alyonushka wants to be a queen! — the field bells jingled merrily, swaying on thin green legs.
- Oh, how funny she is! - whispered the modest Forget-Me-Nots.
“Gentlemen, this matter needs to be seriously discussed,” the yellow Dandelion cheerfully intervened. - At least I didn’t expect this.
- What does it mean to be a queen? - asked the blue field Cornflower. “I grew up in the fields and I don’t understand your city ways.”
“Very simple,” the pink Carnation intervened. - It's so simple that there's no need to explain. The queen is. This. You still don't understand anything? Oh, how strange you are. The queen is when the flower is pink, like me. In other words: Alyonushka wants to be a carnation. Seems clear?
Everyone laughed merrily. Only the Roses were silent. They considered themselves offended. Who doesn’t know that the queen of all flowers is one Rose, tender, fragrant, wonderful? And suddenly some Carnation calls herself a queen. It's like nothing else. Finally, only Rose got angry, turned completely crimson and said:
- No, sorry, Alyonushka wants to be a rose. Yes! Rose is a queen because everyone loves her.
- This is cute! - Dandelion got angry. - And who, in this case, do you take me for?
“Dandelion, please don’t be angry,” the forest Bells persuaded him. “It spoils your character and is ugly at that.” Here we are - we are silent about the fact that Alyonushka wants to be a forest bell, because this is clear by itself.
There were a lot of flowers, and they argued so funny. The wildflowers were so modest - like lilies of the valley, violets, forget-me-nots, bells, cornflowers, wild carnations; and the flowers grown in the greenhouses were a little pompous - roses, tulips, lilies, daffodils, gillyflowers, like rich children dressed up for the holidays. Alyonushka loved more modest wildflowers, from which she made bouquets and wove wreaths. How nice they all are!
“Alyonushka loves us very much,” the Violets whispered. - After all, we are the first in the spring. As soon as the snow melts, we are here.
“And so do we,” said the Lilies of the Valley. - We are also spring flowers. We are unpretentious and grow right in the forest.
- Why is it our fault that it’s cold for us to grow right in the field? - the fragrant, curly Levkoi and Hyacinths complained. “We are only guests here, and our homeland is far away, where it is so warm and there is no winter at all.” Oh, how good it is there, and we constantly miss our sweet homeland. It's so cold here in the north. Alyonushka loves us too, and even very much.
“It’s good here too,” the wildflowers argued. — Of course, it can be very cold sometimes, but it’s great. And then, the cold kills our worst enemies, like worms, midges and various insects. If it weren't for the cold, we would have had a bad time.
“We also love the cold,” Roses added.
Azalea and Camellia were told the same thing. They all loved the cold when they were gaining color.
“Here’s what, gentlemen, we’ll tell you about our homeland,” suggested white Narcissus. - It is very interesting. Alyonushka will listen to us. After all, she loves us too.
Then everyone started talking at once. Roses remembered with tears the blessed valleys of Shiraz, Hyacinths - Palestine, Azaleas - America, Lilies - Egypt. Flowers gathered here from all corners of the world, and everyone had so much to say. Most of the flowers came from the south, where there is so much sun and no winter. How nice it is there! Yes, eternal summer! What huge trees grow there, what wonderful birds, how many beautiful butterflies that look like flying flowers, and flowers that look like butterflies.
“We are only guests in the north, we are cold,” all these southern plants whispered.
Native wildflowers even took pity on them. Indeed, one must have great patience when the cold north wind blows, the cold rain pours and the snow falls. Let’s say the spring snow is melting soon, but it’s still snow.
“You have a huge drawback,” Vasilek explained, having heard enough of these stories. “I don’t argue, you are perhaps sometimes more beautiful than us simple wildflowers,” I readily admit. Yes. In a word, you are our dear guests, and your main drawback is that you grow only for rich people, while we grow for everyone. We are much kinder. Here I am, for example, you will see me in the hands of every village child. How much joy I bring to all the poor children! You don’t have to pay money for me, you just have to go out into the field. I grow with wheat, rye, oats.
Alyonushka listened to everything the flowers told her about and was surprised. She really wanted to see everything herself, all those amazing countries they were just talking about.
“If I were a swallow, I would fly right now,” she finally said. - Why don’t I have wings? Oh, how good it is to be a bird!
Before she had time to finish speaking, a ladybug crawled up to her, a real ladybug, so red, with black spots, with a black head and such thin black antennae and thin black legs.
- Alyonushka, let's fly! - Ladybug whispered, moving her antennae.
- But I don’t have wings, Ladybug!
- Sit on me.
- How can I sit down when you’re little?
- Look here.
Alyonushka began to look and was more and more surprised. Ladybug spread her stiff upper wings and doubled in size, then spread her thin lower wings, like a cobweb, and became even larger. She grew before Alyonushka's eyes until she became big, big, so big that Alyonushka could freely sit on her back, between her red wings. It was very convenient.
-Are you okay, Alyonushka? - asked Ladybug.
- Very.
- Well, hold on tight now.
At the first moment when they flew, Alyonushka even closed her eyes in fear. It seemed to her that she was not flying, but everything was flying under her - cities, forests, rivers, mountains. Then it began to seem to her that she had become so small, small, the size of a pinhead, and, moreover, light, like the fluff of a dandelion. And the ladybug flew quickly, quickly, so that the air only whistled between its wings.
“Look what’s down there,” Ladybug told her.
Alyonushka looked down and even clasped her little hands.
- Oh, so many roses. Red, yellow, white, pink!
The ground was as if covered with a living carpet of roses.
“Let’s go down to earth,” she asked Ladybug.
They went down, and Alyonushka became big again, as she was before, and Ladybug became small.
Alyonushka ran for a long time through the pink field and picked a huge bouquet of flowers. How beautiful they are, these roses; and their aroma makes you dizzy. If only this whole pink field could be moved there, to the north, where roses are only dear guests!
“Well, now let’s fly further,” said Ladybug, spreading her wings.
She again became big and big, and Alyonushka became small and small. They flew again.
It was so good all around! The sky was so blue, and below was even bluer - the sea. They flew over a steep and rocky coast.
- Are we really going to fly across the sea? - asked Alyonushka.
- Yes. Just sit still and hold on tight.
At first Alyonushka was even scared, but then nothing. There was nothing left except sky and water. And ships rushed across the sea like large birds with white wings. The small ships looked like flies. Oh, how beautiful, how good! And ahead you can already see the seashore - low, yellow and sandy, the mouth of some huge river, some completely white city, as if it was built of sugar. And then a dead desert was visible, where only pyramids stood. Ladybug landed on the river bank. Green papyrus and lilies grew here, wonderful, tender lilies.
“It’s so nice here,” Alyonushka spoke to them. - It’s not winter for you?
- What is winter? - Lily was surprised.
— Winter is when it snows.
- What is snow?
Lily even laughed. They thought the little northern girl was playing a joke on them. It is true that every autumn huge flocks of birds flew here from the north and also talked about winter, but they themselves did not see it, but spoke from hearsay.
Alyonushka also did not believe that there was no winter. So, you don’t need a fur coat or felt boots?
We flew on. But Alyonushka was no longer surprised by either the blue sea, or the mountains, or the sun-burnt desert where hyacinths grew.
“I’m hot,” she complained. “You know, Ladybug, it’s not even good when it’s eternal summer.”
- Who is used to it, Alyonushka.
They flew to high mountains, on the tops of which lay eternal snow. It wasn't so hot here. Impenetrable forests began behind the mountains. It was dark under the canopy of trees because sunlight did not penetrate here through the dense tree tops. Monkeys were jumping on the branches. And how many birds there were - green, red, yellow, blue. But most amazing of all were the flowers that grew right on the tree trunks. There were flowers of a completely fiery color, some were variegated; there were flowers that looked like small birds and large butterflies - the whole forest seemed to be burning with multi-colored living lights.
“These are orchids,” explained Ladybug.
It was impossible to walk here - everything was so intertwined. They flew on. Here a huge river overflowed among the green banks. Ladybug landed right on a large white flower growing in the water. Alyonushka has never seen such large flowers before.
“This is a sacred flower,” Ladybug explained. - It's called a lotus.
Alyonushka saw so much that she finally got tired. She wanted to go home: after all, home was better.
“I love snow,” said Alyonushka. - It’s not good without winter.
They flew again, and the higher they rose, the colder it became. Soon snowy glades appeared below. Only one coniferous forest was turning green. Alyonushka was terribly happy when she saw the first Christmas tree.
- Christmas tree, Christmas tree! - she shouted.
- Hello, Alyonushka! - the green Christmas tree shouted to her from below.
It was a real Christmas tree - Alyonushka recognized it immediately. Oh, what a sweet Christmas tree! Alyonushka bent down to tell her how cute she was, and suddenly flew down. Wow, how scary! She turned over several times in the air and fell straight into the soft snow. Out of fear, Alyonushka closed her eyes and did not know whether she was alive or dead.
- How did you get here, baby? - someone asked her.
Alyonushka opened her eyes and saw a gray-haired, hunched old man. She also recognized him immediately. This was the same old man who brings Christmas trees, gold stars, boxes with bombs and the most amazing toys to smart children. Oh, he is so kind, this old man! He immediately took her in his arms, covered her with his fur coat and asked again:
- How did you get here, little girl?
— I traveled on a ladybug. Oh, how much I’ve seen, grandfather!
- So-so.
- And I know you, grandfather! You bring Christmas trees for the children.
- So-so. And now I’m also organizing a Christmas tree.
He showed her a long pole that didn’t look like a Christmas tree at all.
- What kind of tree is this, grandfather? It's just a big stick.
- But you'll see.
The old man carried Alyonushka to a small village, completely covered with snow. Only roofs and chimneys were exposed from the snow. The village children were already waiting for the old man. They jumped and shouted:
- Christmas tree! Christmas tree!
They came to the first hut. The old man took out an unthreshed sheaf of oats, tied it to the end of a pole, and raised the pole to the roof. Now small birds that don’t fly away for the winter came from all sides: sparrows, blackbirds, buntings, and began to peck at the grain.
- This is our Christmas tree! - they shouted.
Alyonushka suddenly felt very happy. It was the first time she saw how they set up a Christmas tree for birds in winter.
Oh, how fun! Oh, what a kind old man! One sparrow, who fussed the most, immediately recognized Alyonushka and shouted:
- But this is Alyonushka! I know her very well. She fed me crumbs more than once. Yes. And the other sparrows also recognized her and squealed terribly with joy. Another sparrow flew in, which turned out to be a terrible bully. He began to push everyone aside and snatch the best grains. It was the same sparrow that fought with the ruff.
Alyonushka recognized him.
- Hello, little sparrow!
- Oh, is it you, Alyonushka? Hello!
The bully sparrow hopped on one leg, winked slyly with one eye and said to the kind Christmas old man:
- But she, Alyonushka, wants to be a queen. Yes, I heard her say it myself just now.
- Do you want to be a queen, baby? - asked the old man.
- I really want to, grandpa!
- Great. There is nothing simpler: every queen is a woman, and every woman is a queen. Now go home and tell that to all the other little girls.
Ladybug was glad to get out of here as quickly as possible, before some mischievous sparrow ate it. They flew home quickly. And there all the flowers are waiting for Alyonushka. They argued all the time about what a queen was.
Bye-bye-bye.
One of Alyonushka’s eyes is asleep, the other is watching; One ear of Alyonushka is sleeping, the other is listening. Everyone has now gathered around Alyonushka’s crib: the brave Hare, and Medvedko, and the bully Rooster, and the Sparrow, and the black little Crow, and Ruff Ershovich, and the little Kozyavochka. Everything is here, everything is at Alyonushka’s.
“Dad, I love everyone,” Alyonushka whispers. “I love black cockroaches too, Dad.”
The other eye closed, the other ear fell asleep. And near Alyonushka’s crib the spring grass is growing cheerfully green, the flowers are smiling, there are many flowers: blue, pink, yellow, blue, red. A green birch tree leaned over the crib and whispered something so tenderly. And the sun is shining, and the sand is turning yellow, and the blue sea wave is calling Alyonushka to it.
- Sleep, Alyonushka! Get strong.
Bye-bye-bye.
How the Hedgehog and the Little Bear wiped the stars. Sergey Kozlov
For a whole month now, the Hedgehog has been climbing the pine tree every night and rubbing the stars.
“If I don’t wipe the stars every evening,” he thought, “they will definitely fade.”
And in the morning he went out onto the porch, broke out a fresh broom to first knock off the dust from the stars, and washed the rag. He had only one rag, and so every morning he washed it and hung it on a pine tree to dry.
Having finished with the preparations. The hedgehog had dinner and went to bed. He woke up when dew had already fallen. After dinner, he took a rag in one paw, a broom in the other, and slowly, from branch to branch, climbed to the very top of the pine tree.
The most important thing began here. First, the stars had to be tapped with a broom, and so carefully so as not to accidentally be knocked out of the sky.
Then put the broom in your left paw, and take the cloth in your right paw and wipe it
stars to shine. The work was painstaking and took all night.
"How else? - Hedgehog grumbled, talking to himself on the top of a pine tree. “If Little Bear doesn’t wipe the stars, if I don’t wipe the stars, then who will wipe the stars?”
At that time, the little bear was also sitting on the top of a pine tree above his house, rubbing the stars and thinking:
“It’s amazing how the Hedgehog came up with such a happy thought! After all, if the Hedgehog had not come up with the idea of cleaning the stars, no one would have seen them for a long time. Look, how dusty!..” - And he blew on the star and rubbed it with a rag...
The little bear tried very hard, but he didn’t always succeed, like the Hedgehog. And if a star fell from the sky, everyone in the forest knew that it was the Little Bear who accidentally pushed it.
A Tale of the Need for Sleep for Children
The Tale of the Girl Who Didn't Want to Sleep
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Goal: Fostering a culture of behavior, caring for one’s health, obedience, and preventing whims during regime moments.
Fairy tale for preschool children
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There lived one girl. She was good, kind. But she didn't like to sleep. As soon as night fell, the girl began to be capricious, scream, kick her legs and even bite. Nobody could handle her. And then one day, when evening came, the girl, as always, began her whims. And suddenly she heard a quiet voice. It was somehow strange and unfamiliar. He said very sadly: “Well, goodbye, my dear!” The girl fell silent and asked in surprise: “Who is this?” The voice answered: “I am your dream.” There was complete silence. The girl shook her head, but there was no one nearby. And since then the girl stopped sleeping. She walked around the house, around the yard, down the street. But everyone, people, birds, insects, fish, and animals were all asleep. She was bored and lonely. A night passed, followed by another, a third, and still sleep did not return. The girl felt very sad. She was alone everywhere. Even the toys did not make her happy - they were somehow boring and uninteresting. She lost her appetite and even stopped growing. The girl went to her wise grandmother and told how bad her life had become.
Grandmother smiled and said: “You really offended your dream. He helped you - he gave you rest during sleep. You went with him through fairy-tale dreams. He even helped you grow. And you offended him with your whims. So he left you.” The girl wanted to cry out of habit. But she stopped and quietly asked: “Grandma, what should I do?” Grandmother paused and then said: “You must get your sleep back. Go and find the magic Dream grass. When you find it, your sleep will return to you.” The girl walked for a long time through forests and fields, through gardens and groves, until she found the Dream grass. She picked this grass, and her grandmother hung it over the girl’s crib. Only after this did the girl's sleep return. From then on, as soon as she decides to be naughty, she looks at this grass and becomes very ashamed. So our girl became obedient and as soon as night fell, she said to everyone “Good night!” and went to see magical dreams.
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How a donkey, a hedgehog and a bear cub celebrated the New Year. Sergey Kozlov
Throughout the pre-New Year week, a blizzard raged in the fields.
There was so much snow in the forest that neither the Hedgehog, nor the Donkey, nor the Little Bear could leave the house all week.
Before the New Year, the blizzard subsided, and friends gathered at Hedgehog’s house.
“Tell you what,” said Little Bear, “we don’t have a Christmas tree.”
“No,” agreed Donkey.
“I don’t see that we have it,” said the Hedgehog. He liked to express himself in elaborate ways on holidays.
“We have to go look,” said the Bear.
-Where can we find her now? - Donkey was surprised. - It’s dark in the forest...
“And what snowdrifts!” sighed the Hedgehog.
“And yet we have to go get the Christmas tree,” said the Little Bear.
And all three left the house.
The blizzard had subsided, but the clouds had not yet dispersed, and not a single star was visible in the sky.
