Samuel Marshak
Read a fairy tale in verse about a stupid mouse:
A mouse sang in a hole at night: “Sleep, little mouse, shut up!” I'll give you a crust of bread and a candle stub.
The mouse answers her: “Your voice is too thin.” It’s better, mom, not food, look for a nanny for me!
The mother mouse ran and began calling the duck to be her nanny: “Come to us, Aunt Duck, rock our baby.”
The duck began to sing to the mouse: “Ha-ha-ha, go to sleep, little one!” After the rain, I’ll find you a Worm in the garden.
Stupid little mouse Answers her sleepily: “No, your voice is not good.” You're singing too loud!
The mother mouse ran and began calling the toad as a nanny: “Come to us, Aunt Toad, rock our baby.”
The toad began to croak importantly: “Kwa-kwa-kwa, no need to cry!” Sleep, little mouse, until the morning, I'll give you a mosquito.
Stupid little mouse Answers her sleepily: “No, your voice is not good.” You eat very boringly!
The mother mouse ran to call Aunt Horse as a nanny: “Come to us, Aunt Horse, rock our baby.”
- E-go-go! - the horse sings. Sleep, little mouse, sweetly, sweetly, turn on your right side, I’ll give you a bag of oats.
Stupid little mouse Answers her sleepily: “No, your voice is not good.” It's very scary to eat!
The mother mouse ran to call Aunt Pig as a nanny: “Come to us, Aunt Pig, rock our baby.”
The pig began to grunt hoarsely and lull the naughty one to sleep: “Bayu-bayushki, oink-oink.” Calm down, I say.
Stupid little mouse Answers her sleepily: “No, your voice is not good.” You sing very rudely!
The mother mouse began to think: I need to call the chicken. - Come to us, Aunt Klusha, rock our baby.
The hen cackled: “Where, where!” Don't be afraid, baby! Climb under the wing: It’s quiet and warm there.
Stupid little mouse Answers her sleepily: “No, your voice is not good.” You won't fall asleep like that!
The mother mouse ran and began calling the pike as a nanny: “Come to us, Aunt Pike, rock our baby.”
The pike began to sing to the mouse, He didn’t hear a sound: The pike’s mouth was open, But he couldn’t hear what he was singing...
Stupid little mouse Answers her sleepily: “No, your voice is not good.” You're singing too quietly!
The mother mouse ran and began to call the cat to be a nanny: “Come to us, Aunt Cat, rock our baby.”
The cat began to sing to the mouse: “Meow-meow, sleep, my baby!” Meow-meow, let's go to bed, Meow-meow, go to bed.
Stupid little mouse Answers her sleepily: “Your voice is so good.” You eat very sweetly!
The mother mouse came running, looked at the bed, looking for the stupid little mouse, but the little mouse was nowhere to be seen...
Samuel Marshak
The Tale of a Smart Mouse – Samuel Marshak
The cat took the mouse away and sang: “Don’t be afraid, baby.” Let's play cat and mouse for an hour or two, dear!
Frightened and awake, the little mouse answers her: “Our mother didn’t tell us to play cat and mouse.”
“Pur-pur-pur,” the cat purrs, “Play, my friend, a little.” - And the mouse answered her: - I have no desire.
I would like to play a little, but let me be a cat. You, cat, at least for an hour, be a Mouse this time!
The cat Murka laughed: “Oh, you smoky skin!” No matter what you call, the Mouse will never be a cat.
The mouse says to Murka: “Well, then let’s play blind man’s buff!” Blindfold your eyes with a scarf and catch me later.
The cat is blindfolded, But looks from under the blindfold, Lets the mouse run away And again, grab the poor thing!
He says to the cunning cat: “My legs are tired, please let me lie down and rest a little.”
“Okay,” said the cat, “Rest, short-legged, Let’s play, and then I, my dear, will eat you!”
Laughter for the cat, grief for the mouse... But he found a gap in the fence. He doesn’t know how he got through. There was a mouse - but it disappeared!
The cat looks to the right, to the left: “Meow-meow, where are you, baby?” - And the mouse answered her: - Where I was, I’m no longer there!
He rolled down the hill and saw a small hole. In this hole lived an animal - a long, narrow ferret.
Sharp-toothed, sharp-eyed, He was a thief and a crawler, And it happened that every day he stole chickens from the villages.
The ferret came from hunting and asked the guest: “Who are you?” If you fell into my hole, play my game!
- Cat and mouse or blind man's buff? Says the nimble mouse. - No, not blind man's buff. We ferrets love “corners” more.
- Well, we’ll play, but first, let’s do some math:
I am an animal, And you are an animal, I am a mouse, You are a ferret, You are cunning, And I am smart, Whoever is smart gets out!
- Stop! - the ferret shouts to the mouse and runs after him, and the mouse goes straight into the forest and crawls under an old stump.
The squirrels began to call the mouse: “Come out and play burners!” “My back,” he says, “is on fire without playing!”
At this time, an animal worse than a cat walked along the path, it looked like a brush. It was, of course, a hedgehog.
And a hedgehog was walking towards her, covered in needles, like a dressmaker.
The hedgehog shouted to the mouse: “You won’t get away from the hedgehogs!” Here comes my mistress, Play tag with her, And leapfrog with me. Come out quickly - I'm waiting!
But the mouse heard this, but thought and did not come out. - I don’t want to go into leapfrog, - I’ll end up on needles!
The hedgehog and the hedgehog waited for a long time, and the mouse quietly slipped along the path between the bushes - and there he was!
He reached the edge of the forest. He hears frogs croaking: “Guard!” Trouble! Kwa-kwa! An owl is flying towards us!
A fairy tale about a mouse and its tail
Once upon a time there lived a mouse. Ma-a-scarlet-pretty-small. Here it is.
And the mouse had a tail. Long-and-in-long. Here it is.
One day a mouse was running along the path, caught its tail on a bush and squealed:
- Pee-pee-pee! Help me get unstuck from the bush, the kids are waiting for me at home and asking me to eat. Pee-pee-pee!
An ant ran past:
- What are you, mouse, squeaking?
- Pee-pee-pee! Help me get unstuck from the bush, otherwise I just can’t do it.
The ant tried to help the mouse, but it didn’t work out. It’s too small, there’s no way to detach the tail from the bush with its thin paws.
A sparrow flew past:
- What are you, mouse, squeaking?
- Pee-pee-pee! Help me get unstuck from the bush, otherwise I just can’t do it. And the ant couldn't cope either.
The sparrow tried to help the mouse, but nothing worked for him. The sparrow's beak is short, and there is no way to detach the tail from the bush.
A cat walked past. Big-a-big. Here it is. The mouse got scared - how could it jump! And her tail - once! - and he unhooked himself from the bush.
That's a mouse! Well done! Pee-pee-pee!
Poems about mice
Merry mouse
A cheerful mouse lived in a piano. She was a musical mouse. And often, to the sound of the piano, she squealed: tra-la-la-la! The owner of the piano did not know about the mouse. He stamped his foot and knocked on the lid, When the piano began to sound false: tra-la-la-la! But then the famous tuner came and immediately found a defect in the piano... “Oh, here,” he exclaimed, “what’s the matter?!” - And the mouse blushed with shame. And the master took the tool out of his bag and adjusted the mouse correctly at the right time. And here she is, together with the piano, singing perfectly: tra-la-la-la! The composer, tuner and mouse sing. All three are invited to go on tour to Paris. And if there is no piano there, everyone will sing along to them: tra-la-la-la!
Andrey Usachev
Ten little gray mice
Ten little gray mice walked to a mouse kindergarten, past a golden field, past a steep bank, past an old barn, from one end to the other, one after another, they all walked to the kindergarten-house, and when they got there, they looked: - What kind of nonsense? A cheerful cat is looking at the little mice through the window! And at the entrance there is a sign: “A new teacher is waiting for you.” Only children - that's the problem! - They ran away in all directions.
Nadezhda Andrusenko
The mouse grew in a hole
The mouse grew in the hole, The mouse gnawed the crusts, Only melancholy gnawed at the mouse in this hole. And out of sadness I decided: “I’m changing Y to I”!
The bear lives in a hole, the bear sucks its paw. The clubfoot complains: “Very meager dinner! It’s cramped in this hole, Life is not interesting, It’s somehow damp and dark. I’m changing And to O!
The midge lives in a hole, the midge sucks the crumb. “It’s uncomfortable at home - Entire mansions! From bed to gate - A very long flight. This won't do: I'm not your bird! It’s not my fault, I’m changing O to Y!”...
The mouse is sitting in a hole, she looks happy.
Nikolay Gol
Brave little mouse – Galina Golova
They settled in the house of a mouse, They settled and live. During the day they rustle on the roof, At night they scurry across the floor. The mother invited the cat: “Live with us for a little while.” If you want, bask in the window, drink milk from a bowl. Mice don't let us sleep, They rustle on the roof day and night. Let them go live in the barn, We dream of sleeping like that. The cat began to live in the house, guarding the sleep of the owners. Mice are afraid to walk during the day. It’s scary to go out at night - You have to be wary of cats, in case he wants to catch them. The mice began to consult about how to continue to eat, how to go for walks, how to raise children. How can they live in a house with a cat? The mouse Peak squeaked, that cry was barely audible: “I’ll go to a meeting with the cat.” I'll tell her everything straight away. – You’re still young, baby! You are a mouse, not a mouse! You can't go to a meeting with a cat. Will eat it. Or it might hurt. “No,” said the mouse Peak, “I’m not used to living in fear!” The cat lies on the window and watches closely. If you suddenly hear a rustling sound, then it’s definitely a mouse. The cat looked and suddenly a mouse appeared in front of her. Trying to be braver, Little voice. - Hello, cat! How are you? Did you live in our house? I stayed, I stayed. And now it's time to leave. We can't live together. How can we feed our families? And Aunt Cat said: “Here is my friend, little Antoshka.” I find it comfortable to sleep in a basket. I don't want to leave. I liked living here. You go live in the barn, it’s warm there, I know that. There is plenty of everything for mice - There is hay and grain. And scratch as much as you need, No one will drive you away. You can't rustle in the house here or disturb the owners' sleep. Let's live a little, friends, you in the barn, I in the basket, in the house of the boy Antoshka. And tell all the mice - There, in the barn, it’s just Paradise. And the little mouse ran away as fast as he could. He came running, and there was a cry in the house - Where is our mouse Peak? The brave little mouse screamed, and the voice rang: “Here I am, mom!” Here, dear ones! Don't worry about me! Let's live in the barn now - We'll live there, not knowing any troubles. The mouse is not visible in the hay, the cat will not be afraid. There we can feed ourselves, make some noise and frolic. Everyone is happy - people, mice, the cat is also cheerful. After all, she carried out her cat service without a scandal. Life, believe me, is not so difficult. It’s a shame, my friend, you’re so down. You can negotiate, even with a cat, with anyone. That's what the mouse Peak said.
The Tale of the Trickster Mouse
In one forest there lived a Mouse. She was small, very small, but cunning, very cunning. And it’s not that she often deceived everyone, but she loved to embellish events a little, especially if it was beneficial to her. And when she deceived someone for her own benefit, she didn’t think at all that she was doing something bad, until one story happened to her. It was in the midst of summer, when the grasses are green all around, flowers are blooming, and smells are flying in the air that make you want to run, jump and enjoy life. One fine summer day the Mouse went for a walk across the field. In order to walk not just for fun, but with benefit, she decided to collect ears of wheat. Winter was, of course, far away, but that’s why it’s winter, you need to prepare for it all summer. The Mouse walked and wandered for a long time, but for some reason she did not come across any spikelets. She had already decided to be upset, when she saw a Hedgehog coming towards her and dragging a whole armful of spikelets. The Mouse knew the Hedgehog well, he was kind and sympathetic, so a trick immediately ripened in her head: “Hello, Hedgehog,” the Mouse greeted. The hedgehog heard someone calling him, stopped and looked around. - Hello, who are you? - He didn’t notice the little Mouse at first. “Look down,” the Mouse laughed, “here I am!” The hedgehog lowered his gaze and laughed too. - I didn’t even notice you, hello. Are you going for a walk? “Yes, I wanted to pick up a few spikelets,” said the Mouse, and she herself looked slyly at the Hedgehog’s load. The hedgehog understood, took a few spikelets and gave them to the Mouse. - Hold it here. I went early this morning. I walked around the field for three hours. I've gathered a little bit. The Mouse took the spikelets and was jealous. She has three, and the Hedgehog has a whole armful. And then she decided to cheat. - No, Hedgehog, thank you, I don’t need your spikelets, they’ll take them away from me anyway. Better keep it for yourself. - How will they take it away? Who will take it away? - Hedgehog became worried. “We don’t have such ill-mannered animals in the forest.” “As they do,” the Mouse continued to deceive, “they’ll just take it and take it away.” - Are you kidding! - Maybe, maybe. I recently picked up an armful, no, two armfuls of spikelets, and they took it away from me! The hedgehog was so surprised that he dropped his burden. - Who took it? - Who? — The mouse thought. - It’s like there’s no one?! Yes, at least the Hare. - Hare? — The hedgehog was so amazed that his spines stood on end. - Can't be! The hare is my friend. He would never hurt anyone. - But I offended you! — the Mouse stood her ground. - No, there is some confusion here. You know what, take all my spikelets, and I’ll go to the Hare and find out everything. The Hedgehog quickly turned around and ran to the Hare's house, and the satisfied Mouse collected the spikelets and dragged them home, rejoicing that he had deftly tricked the Hedgehog. She walked through a sunlit meadow and enjoyed life and her ingenuity, and also laughed at the Hedgehog, who believed her so naively. “Hello, mouse,” a familiar voice was heard very close by. Out of surprise, the Mouse got scared and dropped its burden. She looked around and noticed that Belka was standing next to her. “Hello, Belka,” the Mouse greeted cautiously, “what are you doing here?” “Yes, I’m picking strawberries in the clearing,” said Belka, showing a small basket full of berries. “Wow,” the Mouse envied, “there probably aren’t many berries left here.” “Yes,” Belka agreed, “not much.” And only small, dry berries. In order to collect, I got up very early today, even before sunrise. The mouse pouted. She was jealous that Belka had so many berries, but she didn’t. “And I also had berries,” the Mouse muttered displeasedly, “only they were taken away from me.” - How did you take it away? - Belka was surprised. - Who is this? “The hedgehog took it,” said the Mouse, the first thing that came to mind. “It can’t be,” Belka didn’t believe it, “The Hedgehog is very kind and would never take someone else’s.” “He took it away, he took it away,” the Mouse began to argue, “he took it like that, tore it out of his hands, and even spread out the thorns so much that it hissed!” And the Mouse began to describe so colorfully how the Hedgehog took the berries from her that the Squirrel began to doubt. “Wait,” she said, “we need to figure this out.” I'll run to the Hedgehog and find out everything. Don't cry, here are my berries. The squirrel gave away the berries and galloped across the clearing. The mouse greedily took the berries, but they no longer brought her such joy as the spikelets. She herself almost believed that these were her berries that the Hedgehog had taken from her. Forgetting about the spikelets, the Mouse walked on, looking around suspiciously. It was the height of the day. Birds flew here and there, insects rustled, and at every sound the Mouse trembled, greedily clutching the basket of berries to itself. - Great! — a voice came from somewhere behind. The mouse stopped dead in his tracks. Slowly turning around, she saw the Hare. - Ah-ah-ah-ah! - the Mouse yelled and ran away, throwing the basket. The Hare was surprised, but then he noticed that the Mouse had forgotten the basket, picked it up and galloped after it. “Don’t touch me,” the Mouse squealed, running away, “it’s not me, it’s all of them.” “Wait a minute,” shouted the Hare, “what are you talking about?” The mouse stopped, out of breath. The hare easily caught up with her. - Here, - you forgot the basket. “This is not mine,” the mouse began to deny, “I wasn’t picking berries at all, but mushrooms.” - Mushrooms? So where are they? - asked the Hare, looking into the Mouse's basket. “And the Hedgehog, that is, the Squirrel stole them,” the mouse immediately lied, “but I need the spikelets, and the Hare took them.” Then the Mouse looked at the Hare and realized that she had said something wrong. “That is, not a Hare, but a Hedgehog,” she corrected herself. - Wait, wait, I don’t understand anything. Who took what from you? The mouse stood for a minute, calmed down, collected its thoughts, and then noticed that the Hare was holding it, that is, a squirrel basket, in one hand, and a basket of mushrooms in the other. “I was picking mushrooms,” said the Mouse, “and the Squirrel stole them from me.” “It can’t be,” the Hare even laughed at such absurdity. - Maybe! Maybe! - the Mouse began to stubbornly argue. “You know what,” said the Hare seriously, “take my mushrooms,” he put his mushrooms into the Mouse’s basket, “and go home and don’t talk nonsense.” I'll find Belka and we'll figure it out. The Hare quickly galloped away, but the Mouse still stood, looking around in fear.
- Where are the spikelets? - she caught herself. - The hare stole it! “She completely forgot that she herself left them in the clearing.” Over the past hour, the Mouse has lied so many times that she herself was confused about where the truth was and where the lie was. She grabbed the basket and ran home. There she locked herself and sat for some time near the window, watching to see if she was being chased. She still vaguely remembered that she had somehow outwitted someone, but she could no longer remember who or how. And she really believed that the Hedgehog, the Squirrel and the Hare had taken something from her. The mouse put the basket on the table. It contained berries and mushrooms. - What was taken from me? - the Mouse asked herself. Everything seems to be in place. And then it seemed to her that if everything in the basket was in place, then, probably, something was missing in her pantry. She rushed to the pantry and began moving her supplies from place to place. And she still felt like something was missing. And the longer she searched, the greater the loss seemed to her, although what exactly she had lost, she could not say. Then there was a knock on her door. Out of fear, the Mouse's heart almost jumped out. - Mouse, are you home? - voices rang out. The mouse slowly looked out the window and saw a Hedgehog, a Hare and a Squirrel on the threshold. Out of fear, her heart began to beat even faster. - Maybe she’s not at home? - asked the Hare. “No, the door is locked from the inside,” Hedgehog noted. - Mouse, open up, we won’t do anything bad to you! - Belka shouted. - What happened to her? - Hedgehog was worried. “She was always so cheerful and cheerful.” “Yes, yes,” the Hare picked up, “but now he’s afraid of everything, he’s making up some stupid stories.” - Mouse, open up! - Belka said sternly. “We know that you made up everything in order to beg for gifts for yourself.” - But we are not angry with you! - Hedgehog added. “You would have immediately said that you had some difficulties with supplies, we would have helped,” explained the Hare. The mouse sat quietly and did not answer. For some reason it was scary to go out to them. At first the Mouse didn’t understand why, but then she understood. It seemed to her that they were deceiving her too. After all, she deceived everyone, which means she could have been deceived too. “Here, we have collected a gift for you,” said Belka, “there are some mushrooms, nuts, and berries.” This is for you. We'll leave this on the doorstep since you don't want to go out in front of us. The friends put down the gifts, waited a minute to see if the Mouse would come out, and then walked away. “It’s a pity that we were never able to talk to the Mouse,” Hedgehog sighed. “Yes, I feel sorry for her,” agreed the Hare. “It’s okay,” Belka consoled them, “she’ll sit for a while, come to her senses, and understand that all her fears and fantasies are due to lies.” “Yes,” the Hare was surprised, “I didn’t even know that this could happen.” Hedgehog, weren’t you the one who took the pine cones from me that I prepared for kindling? - asked the Hare and looked slyly at the Hedgehog. At first the Hedgehog was afraid that his friend had become suspicious of the Mouse, but then he saw that he was joking and laughed. The hare also laughed. And Belka smiled and thought that it’s good to have friends whom you always trust.
