The best Russian folk tales to read. Russian folk tales and national character

Saying

The owl flew

Cheerful head;

Here she flew, flew and sat down;

She turned her tail

Yes, I looked around...

This is a hint. What about a fairy tale?

The story is ahead.

Russian folk tale "Golden Egg"

Grandfather and grandmother lived,

And they had a chicken ryaba.

The hen laid an egg:

The testicle is not simple, golden.

Grandfather beat, beat -

Did not break;

Baba beat, beat -

Didn't break.

The mouse ran

Waving her tail -

testicle dropped

And crashed.

Grandfather and woman are crying;

The hen cackles:

- Don't cry, grandfather, don't cry, woman.

I'll lay you another testicle

Not golden, simple.

Russian folk tale "Turnip"

Grandfather planted a turnip - a large, very large turnip grew. The grandfather began to drag a turnip out of the ground: he pulls, he pulls, he cannot pull it out.

The grandfather called the grandmother for help. Grandmother for grandfather, grandfather for turnip: they pull, they pull, they can’t pull it out.

The grandmother called her granddaughter. Granddaughter for grandmother, grandmother for grandfather, grandfather for turnip: they pull, they pull, they cannot pull it out.

The granddaughter called Zhuchka. A bug for a granddaughter, a granddaughter for a grandmother, a grandmother for a grandfather, a grandfather for a turnip: they pull, they pull, they cannot pull it out.

Bug called Masha the cat. Masha for the Beetle, the Beetle for the granddaughter, the granddaughter for the grandmother, the grandmother for the grandfather, the grandfather for the turnip: they pull, they pull, they cannot pull it out.

The cat Masha called the mouse. Mouse for Masha, Masha for Bug, Bug for granddaughter, granddaughter for grandmother, grandmother for grandfather, grandfather for turnip: pull-pull - they pulled out the turnip!

Russian folk tale "Kolobok"

There lived an old man and an old woman.

This is what the old man asks:

- Bake me, old gingerbread man.

- Yes, from what to bake something? There is no flour.

- Eh, old woman, mark the barn, scrape the twigs - that's enough.

The old woman did just that: she churned, scraped together a handful of two flours, kneaded the dough with sour cream, rolled up a bun, fried it in oil and put it on the window to cool.

Tired of the kolobok lying, he rolled from the window to the bench, from the bench to the floor and to the door, jumped over the threshold into the vestibule, from the vestibule to the porch, from the porch to the yard, and then beyond the gate further and further.

A bun rolls along the road, and a hare meets it:

- No, do not eat me, oblique, but rather listen to what song I will sing to you.

The hare raised his ears, and the bun sang:

I'm a bun, a bun!

By the barn methen,

Scraped by the knuckles,

Mixed with sour cream

planted in the oven,

It's cold on the window.

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother

From you, a hare, it’s not cunning to get away.

A gingerbread man rolls along a path in the forest, and a gray wolf meets him:

— Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man! I will eat you!

- Don't eat me, gray wolf: I'll sing a song for you.

And the bun sang:

I'm a bun, a bun!

By the barn methen,

Scraped by the knuckles,

Mixed with sour cream

planted in the oven,

It's cold on the window.

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother

I left the rabbit

From you, the wolf, it’s not cunning to get away.

A gingerbread man is rolling through the forest, and a bear is walking towards him, breaking brushwood, and bending the bushes to the ground.

- Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man, I'll Eat You!

- Well, where are you, clubfoot, eat me! Listen to my song.

Kolobok sang, and Misha hung his ears.

I'm a bun, a bun!

By the barn methen,

Scraped by the knuckles,

Mixed with sour cream

planted in the oven,

It's cold on the window..

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother

I left the rabbit

I left the wolf

From you, bear, half grief to leave.

And the bun rolled - the bear only looked after him.

A bun rolls, and a fox meets it:

— Hello, kolobok! What a pretty, ruddy little boy you are!

Gingerbread man is glad that he was praised, and sang his song, and the fox listens and creeps closer and closer.

I'm a bun, a bun!

By the barn methen,

Scraped by the knuckles,

Mixed with sour cream

planted in the oven,

It's cold on the window.

I left my grandfather

I left my grandmother

I left the rabbit

I left the wolf

Left the bear

From you, fox, do not cunningly leave.

- Nice song! - said the fox. - Yes, the trouble, my dear, is that I have become old, I can’t hear well. Sit on my face and sing one more time.

Kolobok was delighted that his song was praised, jumped on the fox's face and sang:

I'm a bun, a bun!..

And his fox - din! — and ate it.

Russian folk tale "The Cockerel and the Bean Seed"

There lived a cockerel and a hen. The cockerel was in a hurry, everything was in a hurry, and the hen, you know, says to yourself:

- Petya, don't hurry, Petya, don't hurry.

Once a cockerel was pecking at bean seeds and in a hurry and choked. He choked, did not breathe, did not hear, as if the dead were lying.

The chicken was frightened, rushed to the hostess, shouting:

- Oh, hostess, let me quickly grease the cockerel's neck with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.

The hostess says:

- Run quickly to the cow, ask her for milk, and I'll already churn the butter.

The chicken rushed to the cow:

- Cow, my dear, give me milk as soon as possible, the hostess will knock butter out of milk, I will grease the cockerel's neck with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.

- Go quickly to the owner, let him bring me fresh grass.

The chicken runs to the owner:

- Master! Master! Hurry, give the cow fresh grass, the cow will give milk, the hostess will knock butter out of the milk, I will grease the neck of the cockerel with butter: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.

- Run quickly to the blacksmith for a scythe.

The hen rushed with all its might to the blacksmith:

- Blacksmith, blacksmith, give the owner a good scythe. The owner will give grass to the cow, the cow will give milk, the hostess will give me butter, I will grease the neck of the cockerel: the cockerel choked on a bean seed.

The blacksmith gave the owner a new scythe, the owner gave the cow fresh grass, the cow gave milk, the hostess churned butter, gave butter to the hen.

The chicken smeared the neck of the cockerel. The bean seed slipped through. The cockerel jumped up and screamed at the top of his lungs:

"Ku-ka-re-ku!"

Russian folk tale "The goatlings and the wolf"

There lived a goat. The goat made a hut in the forest. Every day the goat went to the forest for food. She will go away herself, and she tells the children to lock themselves tightly and tightly and not to unlock the doors for anyone.

The goat returns home, knocks on the door with its horns and sings:

- Goatlings, children,

Open up, open up!

Your mother has come

Milk brought.

I, a goat, was in the forest,

Ate silk grass

I drank cold water;

Milk runs along the notch,

From the notch on the hooves,

And from the hoofs into the cheese the ground.

The kids will hear their mother and unlock her doors. She will feed them and go out to graze again.

The wolf overheard the goat and, when she left, he went to the door of the hut and sang in a thick, thick voice:

- You, kids, you, fathers,

Open up, open up!

Your mother has come

She brought milk...

Hooves full of water!

The kids listened to the wolf and say:

And they did not open the door to the wolf. The wolf left without salty slurping.

The mother came and praised the children that they obeyed her:

- You are clever, little children, that you did not unlock the wolf, otherwise he would have eaten you.