Bonfire
Vanya and Tanya were playing with matches.
Everyone knows the golden rule: “matches are not toys for children!” But the guys were very naughty. They decided to light a fire in the courtyard of a large apartment building. To do this, Vanya and Tanya collected old newspapers, dry sticks and cardboards, made a pyramid out of it and were just about to open the box and get a match, when their neighbor’s grandmother appeared: “What are these brats doing here?!” - she screamed. “Nothing special,” Vanya ran his foot along the ground. - So, let's play. - Oh, you’re playing! Now I’ll call the police and they’ll identify you in an instant! - Grandma screamed.
The guys rushed like a bullet into the entrance, up the steps to the fifth floor, to their apartment. And only when the door slammed behind them did they exhale. They were not afraid of the police, but of mom and dad. Most of all, they didn’t want to spend the entire holiday at home, punished.
When the first excitement passed, Vanya, who was a full five minutes older than his sister, said: “Let’s make a fire right here?” And no one will see.
Tanya really liked this idea, and she skipped into the room to get some old notebooks.
The children rolled up the rug in the living room (so it wouldn’t catch fire) and began laying out a new pyramid for the fire. For some reason Vanya put his school diary at the base, but then he thought about it and put it away anyway. When all the preparations were completed, Tanya brought matches. The children looked at each other solemnly. Another second and the girl’s thin fingers had to remove a thin and such a dangerous match from the box... Surely no one would stop the guys?!
Bedtime stories. "About the Pillow"
Once upon a time there was a Pillow. Soft, tender. Inside it were thousands of white feathers and fluff. The pillow never argued with anyone: “Sleep, sleep like that, stay awake, stay awake like that.” But she had one weakness. Pillow really loved to dress up. In lace and colorful pillowcases.
We will forgive the good Pillow for this weakness. Everyone loves to dress up. Nobody wants to wear old, washed out, unsightly clothes.
Pillow had a dream. She wanted to develop a tough character. And generally be tough! “Then,” she thought, “they won’t throw you with all their might and test the strength of their fists.” And this is exactly how the girl Lyuba treated the Pillow. If she wasn't in the mood, watch out!
And then one night the Pillow began to cry. No, this time no one offended her. She just wanted warmth and affection. She had already forgotten about her dream of becoming tough. If you were born with a soft character, then you should be soft.
Lyuba, hearing the sighs, hugged her Pillow, spoke a bunch of kind words to her, and gently corrected her. And she calmed down. Lyuba was a girl, generally not bad, only sometimes she was capricious.
Since then, Lyuba has included Podushka as one of her friends. And she often confided her secrets to her. The flexible Pillow never contradicted her. She silently listened to the girl, and then took her into her arms. The pillow became the girl's best silent friend.
The pillow wished Lyuba only sweet dreams. Sweet dreams to you too, children!
Once upon a time there was a monkey named Nechitasha. A monkey, like a monkey, only she didn’t like to read books. She didn't even want to look at the pictures. It seemed to the unreader that the book was very boring.
Once upon a time the monkey's name was Natasha. But over time, when it became clear that Natasha did not like to read, they began to call her Nechitasha. What books are there!? It’s much more interesting to hang upside down, have fun and be weird.
More than once mom and dad tried to read fascinating fairy tales and poems to the monkey. But she immediately began to yawn and complained that she had a headache.
But then one day mom and dad left on urgent business, and Nechitasha became bored. She turned around in the mirror, hung upside down - but the boredom did not go away. Having nothing else to do, the monkey picked up a book and began to read:
“Hello, my dear reader! Today we will go with you on a journey to the fabulous country of Knizania. You'll never guess who lives in it. And heroes of different fairy tales live in it. Or rather, they live in their own fairy tales, and come to Knizania to meet each other and discuss their fairy-tale affairs. Buratino and Doctor Pilyulkin, Dunno and the sisters Cherry, Shpuntik and Karloson are here..."
The reader was wondering, who are all these heroes? She continued reading. Her mood began to improve. “It’s great that I can read,” thought the monkey.
When mom and dad returned home, Nechitasha was fast asleep in a chair, hugging a book.
The little girl has already fallen asleep, go to sleep too, my friend. The stars are twinkling brightly in the blue, cloudless sky, they will soon also go to bed...
Questions for the bedtime story “About the Monkey”
What did the monkey Nechitasha not like to do?
What country did Nechitasha learn about?
Do you like to read?
What's your favorite book?
match fairy
Tanya opened the box slightly, and suddenly, before the eyes of the astonished children, out came... A match! Only unusual, but alive. With wings on his back. - Wow! - Tanya and Vanya said in unison and fell to the floor in surprise. “I’m a match fairy,” answered the match with wings. - Because you did not listen to your parents and violated the most important rule - you began to play and fool around with matches without adults, I am taking you to the land of Matchboxes for re-education! - and without waiting for an answer, the fairy blew, first on Tanya, then on Vanya.
The guys quickly began to shrink in size. Their entire room instantly turned into a giant unfamiliar world. Now they were the same height as the fairy. Not far from the guys, on the floor lay the same matchbox. Only now it was huge, like a real house.
Following the fairy, the guys approached the box and began to climb inside along its smooth walls. But nothing worked out for them. Then the fairy clapped her hands and Tanya and Vanya floated through the air, like fluff from dandelions and flew straight into an open matchbox.
Giant logs lay under their feet. Of course, these were ordinary matches. Only now they were very large compared to the tiny children. There was a wooden door in one of the walls of the matchbox. The fairy pushed her, and the guys stepped into an extraordinary world.
Sergey Sedov. “About the boy Lesha”
These are some kind of fabulous anecdotes. Witty, slightly paradoxical, filled with good-natured humor, they develop imagination and train a sense of humor.
The situations that the boy Lesha finds himself in are familiar to every child. But Lesha, unlike ordinary children, has the ability to transform into different creatures and objects. And it solves common everyday problems in an original way. Of course, not very smart transformations happen. For example, when Lesha, in order to make friends with the girl she likes, transforms into the boy Petya, who is actually friends with her. And he gets punches from the real Petya. But most often Lesha uses her talent for the benefit of other people. To help mom bring groceries from the store, she transforms into a truck. Moreover, the mother immediately recognizes the familiar features of her son in the unusual car. To cheer up her mother, who is sad because she cannot find a single mushroom, Lesha readily turns into different mushrooms. But then, of course, he turns back into Lesha, and his mother, instead of scolding him for deceiving him, thanks him for the pleasure he brought (Lesha’s mother is also humorous and understanding).
When a young, inexperienced teacher comes to class and the kids almost disrupt her lesson, Lesha, taking pity on her, turns into the school principal. Immediately there is silence, and the real director, who looks into the classroom, remarks with satisfaction: “Oh, yes, I’m already here! Well, then you don’t have to worry about discipline!”
To please a friend who dreams of becoming a pilot, Lesha turns into an airplane.
Lesha helps two lovers make peace, protects a girl from bullies, frees a hostage girl, teaches a lesson in politeness and respect for subordinates to her mother’s tyrant boss... In general, she makes the world a better place.
Despite the slight absurdity of the episodes (quite in the tradition of Daniil Kharms), the hero of these fairy tales is quite worthy of emulation as a sympathetic person, immediately rushing to help those who need it. And quite inventive. You can learn this from him too. And it is not at all necessary to have the magical gift of transformation for this.
4.
Welcome
Everything here was made from matchboxes: houses, bridges, trees. But much more surprising seemed to be the creatures striding along the paths, driving around in matchbox cars, looking out of the windows of matchbox houses. These were all ordinary matches - thin, with arms and legs; old and young, mother matches and baby matches, dog matches and even sparrow matches.
Tanya and Vanya walked along the paths with their mouths wide open and constantly turning their heads, now in one direction, then in the other. Suddenly Vanya said to his sister: “Listen, where is the fairy?”
The guys stopped. And in fact, the fairy disappeared somewhere. Meanwhile, the matchstick men looked at the guys with strange irritation and even anger. They lined up on both sides of the road and whispered.
Matchstick residents
The further the children walked, the closer the little men came to them. Finally, where the road climbed steeply upward, they were surrounded.
A gray-haired matchstick old man came out of the crowd of matches: “You are not welcome here,” he said loudly. You are very naughty and nasty guys. You should have been sent to the quarries. But at the request of our respected fairy, we allow you to earn your forgiveness! - What did we do? – Tanya asked with a trembling voice.
The old man and everyone else frowned more than ever. “Is this because,” Vanya began, “we were playing around with matches?” - Were you playing around?! They were playing around! - some match-mother intervened in the conversation, - Do you know how many innocent matches are dying for nothing because of such stupid and irresponsible guys like you! Every day some boy or girl plays with matches, breaks them, sets fire to anything! And all for what!
“And this is not to mention their own safety,” said the matchstick guy in large round glasses delicately.
“No, no, all this is empty talk,” the old man spoke again. - The matter is clear. The two of you must take the road of His Majesty King Match XI. This is the only way you can understand for yourself what it means to handle matches properly. And this is the only way you can return home, to your world. - Fair! Fair! – the rest of the matches nodded. “But...” Tanya tried to object, “what if we get lost?” “It’s unlikely,” the bespectacled match stammered, “we have only one road in our country.” And that's exactly what you need.
“It turns out we have no other choice,” Vanya noted. He wanted to ask if they would encounter terrible dangers on the way, but there was no one around. All the matches somehow very quickly returned to their business.
The guys had to go along the only road in the country of Matchboxes, the road of His Majesty King Matchbox XI.
Let's hit the road
Just outside the city the forest began. Here the matchbox trees stood so close together that the sun's rays barely penetrated their dark branches. The guys walked holding hands, and they were a little scared. Every now and then some rustling noises were heard from all sides. They were clearly being watched.
Broken matches
Suddenly the trees parted and a little man stepped out onto the road. It was a match without a brown cap on its head. - Good afternoon! – Vanya turned to the stranger. “Nothing good,” the little man responded dully. “No one is allowed to walk in this forest without my knowledge.” - And who are you? – Tanya asked. - I? Who am I? – the little man was clearly not happy with the question. - Come on, brothers, tell these fools who I am! Other similar people began to emerge from behind the trees. There were also no brown caps on their heads.
The guys were seriously excited. - I am the leader of the spoiled matches. We are not allowed to live in the city with others. “With the normal ones,” a thin voice squeaked from the crowd. “Look around,” the little man began his story, “here you will find examples of all kinds of cruelty and injustice.” Some of us were born ugly. Sometimes there is a manufacturing defect, and matches are born without a cap from the incendiary mixture. They are doomed to drag out a miserable, worthless existence. But some, born normal matches, fall into the hands of notorious scoundrels. They burn them as a joke. And then they throw him to the ground. At this moment, their life does not end, but they can no longer return back to their own. Then we receive them here - in the Forest of the Forsaken.
- How sad! – Tanya sobbed. - Sad?! She's sad! Just listen! – the little man seemed to still be angry. – If it weren’t for you people, we would live happily ever after! - But who would have made you then? – Vanya tried to interject. - Take them! – the little man squealed, greatly offended by such a comment.
Matchstick men flew at the guys from all sides. And everything, of course, would have ended badly if the fairy had not appeared. Her presence alone had a strangely calming effect on the little men. They parted in different directions. The fairy turned to the leader of the outcasts: “You shouldn’t get so excited.” After all, these are just children. Plus, you can ask them a question, and if they answer it, you let them go. The leader of the outcasts liked this idea, and he turned to the guys again, softening a little: “Okay.” Answer now - what is a match head made of? You will pay for your mistake with your lives. Tanya and Vanya looked at each other, and the fairy tilted her head to the side. I had to remember. Vanya even got a headache from thoughts and tension, but in the end, he remembered: “From sulfur!” Exactly - from sulfur. “Hmm,” the little man winced. – And this is your final answer? - Well, yes. The fairy intervened again: “Keep in mind that the boys are only seven years old.” - OK. The answer is counted. But, of course, this is far from what I would like to hear. The composition of the match includes Bertol salt, manganese dioxide and sulfur. Sulfur is the main flammable substance in a match. Berthol's salt releases oxygen when burning, and the match does not go out as quickly. To prevent the fire temperature from being too high, manganese dioxide is used. - Wow, so many things in a small match! – the guys said in unison, but remembering who was in front of them, they immediately fell silent. - What did you think? – the little man grinned. The fairy disappeared somewhere again, as suddenly as it had appeared, and the guys safely continued on their way.
At the factory
Soon the forest ended. Endless expanses stretched out. After walking a little more, the guys saw a huge building with its top rising into the sky. Some indistinct sounds could be heard from its open windows. After listening, they realized that it was a child's cry. At that very moment, a matchstick man in a white robe appeared from the door and shouted at the top of his lungs: “Help is urgently needed!” Help! Everyone who has their hands free, respond!
Since Tanya and Vanya had their hands free at that very moment, they hurried to the match in a white robe. He looked at them doubtfully, and then, waving his hand, hastily invited them to follow him: “Just keep in mind, this is a very delicate matter!” - What's the matter? – Tanya asked with interest. “We have a maternity hospital here, young lady,” the match in a white robe frowned, “of course we’re talking about the birth of a new life!” The guys looked at each other in surprise.
There were long rows of cradles in the wards. Each of them contained a tiny match. Only they didn’t have to stay in this infantile state for long. After just ten to fifteen seconds, the little matches quickly jumped to their feet and went to their parents. Adoptive parents, because, as you know, matches are produced on special machines. Every day, one match machine can produce more than ten million matches. That's why Match in a white robe - Doctor Match - was in such a hurry.
Tanya and Vanya were placed in a row, behind the other matchstick men. Their task was simple: to convey newborn matches by conveyor from the maternity ward to the wards. Although this activity was interesting at first, the children soon got tired of it. Their hands hurt. They wanted to ask the Chief for time off, but they were forbidden to move. The matches came in a continuous conveyor belt.
Tanya began to whine, and Vanya became flushed from work and puffed like a locomotive. Suddenly the match fairy appeared. “Guys,” she said, “come on, quickly remember what matches are made of.” - Made of oak! – Vanya blurted out. “The answer is wrong,” said the fairy. “From a birch tree,” Tanya shouted, handing over another matchstick baby. - Past again. — From aspen? – Vanya suggested. - Absolutely right. Aspen is the best material for making matches. It holds the flammable mixture perfectly, does not split when cut and does not produce soot when burning.
At that same second, someone loudly shouted “BREAK!”, and the conveyor immediately stopped. The fairy disappeared again, and the guys left the maternity hospital and continued on their way along the road of His Majesty King Match XI.
Palace of His Majesty King Match XI
Some more time passed, and a long brown fence blocked their way. It stretched left and right as far as the eye could see. There was a door in the fence, locked with a large padlock. On both sides of the door stood matches in iron armor with spears. They looked sternly at the guys who approached. “Hello,” Tanya spoke. - Let us pass. Please, we really need it. “You will be able to pass if you answer the question correctly,” said one of the guards.
The guys nodded. - Why does the match burn? – asked the guard. - Well, it's easy! - Tanya waved her hand, - sulfur at its end is a flammable substance. We were already told about this today! “The answer is wrong,” the guard muttered. - How unfaithful?! – Vanya was indignant. - Very true! We strike a match on the box and lo and behold, the match is lit. But the guards did not answer anything to this. And they didn’t let the guys through.
The children sat down by the road and rested their heads on their hands. Will they never be able to complete their journey because of such a stupid and easy question? They were no longer surprised when the match fairy appeared a few minutes later.
On this difficult journey, she was their faithful assistant. And without her, they would hardly have been able to get further than the Forest of the Forsaken. “Guys,” the fairy addressed them, “when you rub a match against a box, it is not the match itself that lights up, but the mixture that is applied to the wall of the box.” It consists of red phosphorus and glue. The combustion reaction moves from the box to the match and it seems to you that you set fire to it. Although in reality they caused a fire on the surface of a matchbox. - Wow! – Tanya and Vanya were very surprised by this. And the guards stepped aside and allowed the guys to pass through the fence. Only now did they notice that it consisted entirely of the brown walls of matchboxes, impregnated with phosphorus and glue.
Behind the fence was a large palace, built of course from matchboxes, like everything else in this country. The guys walked along long, curved corridors and found themselves in a huge hall. In front of them, King Matchstick XI sat on the throne.
As was expected in such cases, the children bowed. The king answered them with a slight nod of his head. “Dear king,” Vanya began, “we walked along your path and overcame all difficulties.” Won't you let us go home? “Well,” the king spoke benevolently, “if that’s the case, then I see no obstacles.”
Bedtime story “About the chipmunk Eshka.”
Once upon a time there lived a chipmunk named Eshka.
More than anything in the world, he loved good, sunny weather. When the rays of the golden sun touched the tops of the trees, Eshka climbed onto a tall pine tree and sat quietly there, basking in the rays of the big sun. But then the sun went behind the clouds and it began to rain.
The rain did not stop for three days and Eshka became completely sad. He looked with longing at how the branches and leaves of the trees became wet.
The entrance to the chipmunk's hole was completely flooded. Eshka slowly got out of his shelter and wandered along the path in search of food.
Near an old, mowed down spruce tree, the chipmunk met his cousin, the squirrel Smeshinka. Seeing Eshka, the squirrel hurried to meet him.
- Why are you so gloomy today? – she asked.
— It’s been raining for three days, and I’m sad.
“You know, brother chipmunk, I’ll tell you this: you need to be happy, despite the fact that there seems to be nothing to be happy about,” said Two-Bit.
Eshka wanted to object to his sister, but became thoughtful.
- My sister is right. We should be happy. But the rain will stop anyway. He has already given water to the animals and birds. Gave moisture to plants. Tomorrow the sun will come out and everything will be even better than yesterday. And now I need to hurry to the house, it’s getting completely dark. “It’s time to go to bed,” Eshka decided.
It's time for you to go to bed, little friend. Tomorrow the sun will come out and everything will be even better than yesterday. Good night! Don’t forget to be happy about something tomorrow and tell your loved ones about your joy.
Questions for the fairy tale “About the chipmunk Eshka”
What kind of weather did Eshka the chipmunk like?
Where did Eshka and Smeshinka meet?
What good words did the squirrel Smeshinka say about joy?
What do you think “joy” is?
