A fox and a jug Russian folk tale. Russian folk tale "The Fox and the Pitcher" read the text online

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Russian folklore

Songs, chants

"Like a thin ice ..." ………………………………………… 1

"Nikolenka - gusachok ..." …………………………………………… .2

"I'm already amusing the pegs ..." ………………………………………………… 2

"Like a grandmother's goat ..." ……………………………………………… 2

"You, frost, frost, frost ..." ………………………………………… .3

"You knock on an oak tree, a blue siskin arrives ..." ………………… 3

"Early-early in the morning ..." …………………………………………… ..4

"Rooks-kirichi ..." …………………………………………………… ..4

"Oh you, birdie, you are a stray ..." ……………………………………… 5

"Swallow-swallow ..." ………………………………………………… 5

"Rain, rain, more fun ..." ………………………………………… 5

"Ladybug ..." ………………………………………………… .6

Fairy tales.

"The Fox and the Pitcher", arr. O.Kapitsa …………………………………… 6

"Winged, hairy and oily", arr. I. Karnaukhova ……… .6

"Khavroshechka", arr. A.N. Tolstoy ………………………………… ..9

"Hare is a bouncer", arr. O. Kapitsa …………………………………… 12

"The Frog Princess", arr. M. Bulatova ……………………………… .12

"Sivka-Burka", arr. M. Bulatova …………………………………… .24

"Finist - Clear falcon", Arr. A. Platonova ……………………… .29

Fiction texts

Songs , chants

"Like a thin ice ..."

White snow fell on a thin ice. White snow fell. Vanya was driving, he was in a hurry. Vanya was in a hurry, he fell from a good horse. He fell, fell, lies - No one runs to Vanya. Two girls saw, They ran straight to Vanya. They ran up to Vanya, They put Vanya on the horse, They put Vanya on the horse, They showed the way and the road.

Nikolenka gusachok gallops along the shore, catches white fish, feeds Grandmother, old grandmother, good grandmother. loves, and granddaughter Dove. Strokes on the head, Sews him new clothes.

"I am already amusing the pegs ..."

I am amusing the pegs,

City garden

I plant cabbage

I plant a little white

Cheerful.

"Like a goat with my grandmother ..."

Like grandmother's goat, Varvarushka's gray, what a clever he was: he walked on the water himself, he stoked the stove, cooked porridge himself, fed grandfather with a woman. A green goat entered the forest, and seven wolves were approaching the goat, and the eighth was a wolf, he was hungry, he walked for three years, asked for all the goats. The goat was frightened, he was frightened by the gray-haired! Oh, you, grandmother, you, Varvarushka! Open the gates, take the goat.

« You, frost, frost, frost ... "

You, frost, frost, frost,

Don't show your nose!

Go home soon

Take the cold with you.

And we'll take the sleigh,

We'll go outside

Let's sit in a sleigh - self-driving car.

You will knock on an oak tree

You will knock on an oak tree

A blue siskin arrives.

At the siskin, at the siskin,

Red-haired crest,

And on a small foot

Scarlet boot.

Siskin flew under the sun

And nodded his head.

"Early, early in the morning ..."

"Early, early in the morning ..."

Early, early in the morning

Shepherd boy: "Tu-ru-ru-ru!"

And the cows fit him

Delayed: "Mu-mu-mu!"

You, Burenushka, go

Take a walk in the open field

And you will return in the evening

Give us milk to drink.

"Rooks-kirichi ..."

"Rooks-kirichi ..."

Rooks - Kirichi

Fly, fly

Friendly spring

Carry, carry!

"Oh you, birdie, you are a stray ..."

Already you, birdie, you are a stray,

Fly to the blue sea

Take the spring keys

Lock up the winter, unlock the summer.

“Swallow - swallow ...

Swallow, swallow,

Pretty little whale

Where were you,

What did you come with?

I've been across the sea

I got the spring

I carry, I carry

Spring is red.

« Rain, rain, more fun ...»

Rain, rain, more fun

Drip, drip, do not regret!

Just don't get us wet!

Don't knock on the window in vain -

Splash in the forest more:

The grass will become thicker!

"Ladybug…"

Ladybug,

Black head,

Fly away to the sky

Bring us some bread

Black and white

Just not burnt!

Fairy tales

"The Fox and the Pitcher" (arr. O. Kapitsa)

A woman went out to reap and hid a jug of milk in the bushes. The fox crept up to the jug, stuck its head into it, and drank the milk. It would be time to go home, but the trouble is - he can't get his head out of the jug.

The fox walks, shakes his head and says:

Well, the pitcher, he was joking, and it will be! Let me go, water lily. Fully pamper you - played, and will!

The pitcher is not far behind, whatever you want!

The fox got angry:

Wait, you will not lag behind with honor, so I will drown you!

The fox ran to the river and let's drown the jug.

The pitcher drowned - he drowned, and he pulled the fox with him.

"Winged, hairy and oily" (sample by I. Karnaukhova)

On the edge of the forest, in a warm hut, lived - there were three brothers: a winged sparrow, a furry mouse, and an oily pancake.

A sparrow flew in from the field, the mouse ran away from the cat, a pancake ran away from the pan. They lived, lived, did not offend each other. Each did his job, helped the other. The sparrow brought food - from the fields of grains, from the forests of mushrooms, from the vegetable garden of beans. The mouse chopped wood, and cooked pancake cabbage soup and porridge. We lived well. It used to be that a sparrow would come back from a hunt, wash with spring water, sit on a bench to rest. And the mouse drags the wood, lays the table, counts the painted spoons. And the pancake by the stove - blush and lush - cooks cabbage soup, salt it with coarse salt, tastes porridge.

If they sit down at the table, they will not boast. Sparrow says:

Oh, the cabbage soup is so cabbage soup, boyar cabbage soup, how good and fat!

And damn him:

And I, oiled pancake, plunge into the pot and get out - that's the cabbage soup and fat!

And the sparrow eats porridge, praises:

Ay, porridge, well, porridge is hot!

And the mouse to him:

And I will bring firewood, finely gnaw it, throw it into the stove, scatter it with a tail - well, the fire burns in the stove - that's the porridge and it's hot!

Yes, and I, ”says the sparrow,“ are not a miss: I’ll collect mushrooms, I’ll drag beans — so you’re fed up! ”

So they lived, praised each other, and did not offend themselves.

Only once did the sparrow become thoughtful.

"I AM,- thinks - whole Day in the forest I fly, I beat my legs, I flutter my wings, but how do they work? In the morning, a pancake is lying on the stove, basking, but only in the evening he takes lunch. And the mouse in the morning carries firewood and gnaws, and then climbs onto the stove, turns on its side, and sleeps until lunchtime. And I am hunting from morning to night - on hard work... This will never happen again! "

The sparrow got angry - he stomped his legs, flapped his wings and let's shout:

We’ll change jobs tomorrow!

Well, okay, okay. Damn and the little mouse they see that there is nothing to do, and so they decided. The next morning, the pancake went hunting, the sparrow chopped wood, and the little mouse made dinner.

Here's a pancake rolled into the forest. Rolls along the path and sings: Jump-jump,

Jumping gallop,

I am buttery side

Mixed with sour cream,

Fried in butter!

Jumping gallop,

Jumping gallop,

I am buttery side!

He ran, ran, and Lisa Patrikeevna met him.

Where are you, blink, running-in a hurry?

Go hunting.

What kind of song are you singing?

Damn galloped on the spot, and sang:

Jumping gallop,

Jumping gallop,

I am buttery side

Mixed with sour cream,

Fried in butter!

Jumping gallop,

Jumping gallop,

I am buttery side!

You eat well, - says Lisa Patrikeevna, and she herself gets closer. - So, you say, mixed with sour cream? And damn her:

With sour cream and sugar! And the fox to him:

Jump-jump, you say?

Yes, how it jumps, how it snorts, and how it grabs the oily side - um!

And damn it shouts:

Let me go, fox, into the dense forests, for mushrooms, for beans - on the hunt!

And the fox to him:

No, I will eat you, swallow you, with sour cream, butter and sugar.

Damn it fought, fought, barely escaped from the fox - left a side in my teeth, ran home!

And what is being done at home!

The mouse began to cook cabbage soup: whatever he put in, whatever he added, but the cabbage soup is not greasy, not good, not oily.

“How,” he thinks, “did you cook pancake cabbage soup? And, yes, he will dive into the pot and come out, and the cabbage soup will become fat! "

The mouse took it, and rushed into the pot. Scalded, scalded, barely jumped out! The fur coat got out, the tail trembled. She sat down on a bench and shed tears.

And the sparrow carried firewood: dung, trained, and let's peck, break into small chips. Pecked, pecked, turned the beak to the side. He sat down on the heap and poured tears. A pancake ran to the house, he sees: a sparrow is sitting on the heap - its beak is on the side, the sparrow is filled with tears. A pancake ran into the hut - a mouse was sitting on a bench, her fur coat had come out, its tail trembled. When they saw that half a side of the pancake had been eaten, they began to cry even more.

Then damn it and says:

It always happens when one nods at the other, does not want to do his job. Here the sparrow huddled under the bench out of shame.

Well, there’s nothing to do, we cried and grieved, and they began to live and live again in the old way: bring food with a sparrow, chop wood with a mouse, and cook pancake cabbage soup and porridge.

This is how they live, they chew gingerbread, drink honey, they remember us.

"Havroshechka" (arr. A. N. Tolstoy)

There are good people in the world, there are worse people, there are those who are not ashamed of their brother.

Kroshechka-Khavroshechka got to such and such. She was left an orphan, these people took her, fed her and killed her over her work: she weaves, she weaves, she cleans up, she is also responsible for everything.

And her mistress had three daughters. The older one was called One-eyed, the middle Two-eyed, and the smaller Triglazka.

The daughters only knew to sit at the gate, look out into the street, and Little Khavroshechka worked for them: she sewed them, spun and weaved for them - and never heard a kind word.

It used to be that Tiny-Khavroshechka would come out in the field, hug his pockmarked cow, lie down on her neck and tell how hard it is for her to live.

Mother cow! They beat me, they beat me, they don't give me bread, they don't tell me to cry. By tomorrow I have been ordered to strain, knit, whitewash, and roll them into pipes. And the cow answered her:

Red maiden, crawl into one of my ears, and crawl into the other - everything will work out.

And so it came true. Havroshechka will fit into the cow's ear, crawl out of the other - everything is ready: both woven and whitewashed, and rolled into pipes.

She will take the canvases to the hostess. She will look, grunt, hide in the chest, and Tiny-Khavroshechka will ask even more work.

Khavroshechka will again come to the cow, hug her, stroke her, fit into one ear, crawl out into the other and take the cooked food, bring it to the mistress. Here the hostess called her daughter One-Eye and said to her:

My good daughter, my daughter being nice, go and see who is helping the orphan: and weaves, and spins, and rolls into pipes?

Odnoglazka went with Khavroshechka into the forest, went with her into the field, but forgot mother's order, got baked in the sun, lay down on the grass. And Khavroshechka says: - Sleep, peephole, sleep, peephole!

One-eyed had a peephole and fell asleep. While One-Eye was asleep, the cow wove everything, and whitewashed it, and rolled it into pipes. So the hostess did not find out anything and sent the second daughter - Two-Eyes:

My good daughter, my daughter, befitting, go and see who is helping the orphan.

Two-eyed went with Khavroshechka, forgot mother's order, scolded in the sun, lay down on the grass. And Khavroshenka lulls: - Sleep, peephole, sleep, another!

Double-eyed eye and closed. The little cow wore it, whitewashed it, rolled it into the pipes, and Two-Eyes slept.

The old woman got angry and on the third day sent her third daughter - Triglazka, and asked the orphan even more work.

The little jaw jumped, jumped, got worn out in the sun and fell on the grass. Khavroshechka sings: - Sleep, peephole, sleep, another!

And I forgot about the third eye. Two of Triglazka's eyes fell asleep, and the third looks and sees everything: how Khavroshechka climbed into one ear for a cow, climbed into the other and picked up the finished canvases.

Triglazka returned home and told her mother everything. The old woman was delighted, the next day she came to her husband. - Slash the speckled cow! The old man and so and so: - What are you, old woman, are you in your mind? The cow is young, good! - Cut, and nothing more!

Nothing to do. The old man began to sharpen his knife. Khavroshechka recognized it, ran into the field, hugged a speckled cow and said: - Mother cow! They want to cut you. And the cow answers her:

But you, red maiden, don't eat my meat, but gather my bones, tie them in a handkerchief, bury them in the garden, and never forget me: water the bones with water every morning.

The old man killed the cow. Khavroshechka did everything that the cow bequeathed to her: she starved with hunger, did not take her meat in her mouth, buried her bones, and watered her every day in the garden.

And an apple tree grew out of them, but what a! - the apples are hanging on it, the leaves are rustling golden, the twigs are bent silver. Whoever drives by - stops, whoever passes close - peeps.

How much time has passed, you never know, - One-eyed, Two-eyed and Trig-eyed once walked around the garden. At that time, a strong man was driving by - rich, curly, young. I saw liquid apples in the garden, began to touch the girls:

The beautiful maidens, which of you brings me an apple, she will marry me.

Three sisters and rushed one before the other to the apple tree. And the apples were hanging low, they were under their hands, and then they rose high, far above their heads.

The sisters wanted to knock them down - the leaves fell asleep in their eyes, they wanted to rip them off - the twigs of the braids were unraveling. No matter how they fought or rushed, their hands were torn, but they could not get it.

Khavroshechka came up - the branches bent to her, and the apples sank to her. She treated that strong man and he married her. And she began to live in good, dashing not to know.

A fox got into the habit of stealing chickens to one man. The man hung up the jug. The wind blows into the jug, and it hums:
- Boo-boo-oo, boo-boo-oo!

The fox comes and listens to what is buzzing; saw the jug, grabbed it and put it around her neck:
- Wait, jug-fool, I will drown you, - he says!

And she carried the jug into the hole, began to heat it. And the jug choked with water: burq-burq-burq-burk and pulls the fox with it to the bottom. Fox asks:
- A jug, a jug, do not drown me, I will not, I just hurt you so!

And the jugger-fool does not obey, everything pulls to the bottom.

And he drowned the fox.

The second version of the fairy tale "The Fox and the Pitcher"

The woman went to the field to reap and hid a jug of milk behind the bushes. The fox crept up to the jug, stuck its head into it, drank the milk; it would be time to go home, but the trouble is - he can't get his head out of the jug.

The fox walks, shakes his head and says:
- Well, the jug, he was joking, and it will be, - let me go, jug! Enough for you, my dear, to pamper, - I played, and it's full!

The jug is not far behind, even though you want what you want.

The fox got angry:
“Wait, damn you, you’re not lagging behind in honor, so I’ll drown you.”

The fox ran to the river and let's drown the jug. The pitcher drowned to drown, and he pulled the fox with him.

The fox started to steal chickens from the peasant. He hung the jug on the fence so that the fox was afraid of the noise that the wind made.

But the fox was curious, she hung the jug around her neck, but could not take it off.

I went to the river to drown the jug, but drowned with it.

The main idea of ​​the fairy tale "The Fox and the Pitcher"

The tale teaches that stealing is bad. The fox paid for her antics. The secret always becomes apparent. Do not take someone else's without asking, and then there will be no punishment from others.

Block of short questions

1. Why did the fox get into the habit of the man?

2. Why did the man hang the jug?

3. Why did the fox drown?

The main heroine of the Russian folk tale "The Fox and the Pitcher" is the red-tailed fox. One day she noticed that a peasant woman, who had gone out into the field to harvest, had put a jug of milk in the bushes. The fox wanted to try that milk.

I put the fox's head into a jug, and let's drink milk. I drank until I drank everything. It was only then that bad luck came out - the fox couldn't get his head back out of the jug. She tried in every way with the jug: she shook her head from side to side, and affectionately persuaded the jug to let her go.

Finally, the fox got angry and decided to drown the naughty jug in the river. She got to the river, plunged the jug into the water. The jug began to sink and dragged the fox with him.

This is summary fairy tales.

the main idea the fairy tale "The Fox and the Pitcher" is that taking someone else's is not good. Attempts to take possession of someone else's property entail inevitable punishment. The fox feasted on someone else's milk and fell into a trap from which she could not get out.

The fairy tale "The Fox and the Pitcher" teaches you to calculate the consequences of your actions. The heroine of the fairy tale stuck her head into a narrow jug, not thinking that she might get stuck in it. The fox also did not calculate that by drowning the jug, she herself would drown with him.

What proverbs fit the fairy tale "The Fox and the Pitcher"?

Do not open your mouth on someone else's honey.
Not knowing the ford, do not poke your nose into the water.