1 - About the little bus who was afraid of the dark
Donald Bisset 
A fairy tale about how mother bus taught her little bus not to be afraid of the dark... About the little bus who was afraid of the dark read Once upon a time there was a little bus in the world. He was bright red and lived with his dad and mom in the garage. Every morning …
2 - Three kittens
Suteev V.G. 
A short fairy tale for the little ones about three fidgety kittens and their funny adventures. Little kids love it short stories with pictures, that’s why Suteev’s fairy tales are so popular and loved! Three kittens read Three kittens - black, gray and...
3 - Hedgehog in the fog
Kozlov S.G. 
A fairy tale about a Hedgehog, how he was walking at night and got lost in the fog. He fell into the river, but someone carried him to the shore. It was a magical night! Hedgehog in the fog read Thirty mosquitoes ran out into the clearing and began to play...
4 - About the mouse from the book
Gianni Rodari 
A short story about a mouse who lived in a book and decided to jump out of it into Big world. Only he did not know how to speak the language of mice, but knew only a strange book language... Read about a mouse from a book...
5 - Apple
Suteev V.G. 
A fairy tale about a hedgehog, a hare and a crow who could not divide the last apple among themselves. Everyone wanted to take it for themselves. But the fair bear judged their dispute, and each got a piece of the treat... Apple read It was late...
6 - Black Pool
Kozlov S.G. 
A fairy tale about a cowardly Hare who was afraid of everyone in the forest. And he was so tired of his fear that he decided to drown himself in the Black Pool. But he taught the Hare to live and not be afraid! Black Whirlpool read Once upon a time there was a Hare...
7 - About the Hippopotamus, who was afraid of vaccinations
Suteev V.G. 
A fairy tale about a cowardly hippopotamus who ran away from the clinic because he was afraid of vaccinations. And he fell ill with jaundice. Luckily, he was taken to the hospital and treated. And the hippopotamus became very ashamed of his behavior... About the Hippopotamus, who was afraid...
8 - Lisa is waiting for the bus
Nordqvist S. 
One day the girl Lisa and her mother went to the city to the puppet theater. They waited for the bus, but it still didn’t come. At the bus stop, Lisa played around with the boy Johan and didn’t regret at all that they were late for the theater. ...
Alyosha’s parents usually returned home late after work. He came home from school on his own, warmed up his lunch, did his homework, played and waited for mom and dad. Alyosha went to a music school twice a week; it was very close to the school. From early childhood, the boy was accustomed to his parents working a lot, but he never complained, he understood that they were trying for him.
Nadya has always been an example for her younger brother. An excellent student at school, she still managed to study at music school and help her mother at home. She had many friends in her class, they visited each other and sometimes even did homework together. But for class teacher Natalya Petrovna, Nadya was the best: she always managed to do everything, but also helped others. There was only talk both at school and at home about how “Nadya is a smart girl, what a helper, what a smart girl Nadya is.” Nadya was pleased to hear such words, because it was not in vain that people praised her.
Little Zhenya was a very greedy boy; he used to bring candy to kindergarten and not share it with anyone. And to all the comments from Zhenya’s teacher, Zhenya’s parents responded like this: “Zhenya is still too small to share with anyone, so let him grow up a little, then he will understand.”
Petya was the most pugnacious boy in the class. He constantly pulled the girls' pigtails and tripped the boys. It wasn't that he liked it very much, but he believed that it made him stronger than the other guys, and this was undoubtedly nice to know. But there was also back side such behavior: no one wanted to be friends with him. Petya’s desk neighbor, Kolya, got it especially hard. He was an excellent student, but he never allowed Petya to copy from him and did not give any hints on tests, so Petya was offended by him for this.
Spring has come. In the city, the snow turned gray and began to settle, and merry drops could be heard from the rooftops. There was a forest outside the city. Winter still reigned there, and the sun's rays barely made their way through the thick spruce branches. But then one day something moved under the snow. A stream appeared. He gurgled cheerfully, trying to make his way through the blocks of snow up to the sun.
The bus was stuffy and very crowded. He was squeezed from all sides, and he already regretted a hundred times that he decided to go to the next doctor’s appointment early in the morning. He drove and thought that quite recently, it would seem, but in fact seventy years ago, he rode the bus to school. And then the war began. He didn’t like to remember what he experienced there, why bring up the past. But every year on June twenty-second he locked himself in his apartment, did not answer calls and did not go anywhere. He remembered those who volunteered with him to the front and did not return. The war was also a personal tragedy for him: during the battles of Moscow and Stalingrad, his father and older brother died.
Even though it was only mid-March, the snow had almost melted. Streams ran through the streets of the village, in which paper boats sailed merrily, overtaking each other. They were launched by local boys returning home after school.
Katya always dreamed about something: how she would become a famous doctor, how she would fly to the moon, or how she would invent something useful for all humanity. Katya also loved animals very much. At home she had a dog, Laika, a cat, Marusya, and two parrots, which were given to her by her parents for her birthday, as well as fish and a turtle.
Mom came home from work a little early today. As soon as she closed front door, Marina immediately threw herself on her neck:
- Mom, mommy! I almost got run over by a car!
- What are you talking about! Well, turn around, I'll look at you! How did this happen?
It was spring. The sun was shining very brightly, the snow had almost melted. And Misha was really looking forward to summer. In June he turned twelve years old, and his parents promised to give him a new bicycle for his birthday, which he had long dreamed of. He already had one, but Misha, as he himself liked to say, “grew out of it a long time ago.” He did well in school, and his mom and dad, and sometimes his grandparents, would give him money as praise for his excellent behavior or good grades. Misha did not spend this money, he saved it. He had a big piggy bank where he put all the money that was given to him. Since the beginning of the school year, he had accumulated a significant amount, and the boy wanted to offer his parents this money so that they could buy him a bicycle before his birthday, he really wanted to ride.
Valentin Berestov
There was a time when birds could not sing.
And suddenly they learned that in one distant country there lived an old man, a wise man who teaches music.
Then the birds sent the Stork and the Nightingale to him to check if this was so.
The stork was in a hurry. He couldn't wait to become the world's first musician.
He was in such a hurry that he ran to the sage and didn’t even knock on the door, didn’t greet the old man, and shouted with all his might right in his ear:
Hey old man! Come on, teach me music!
But the sage decided to first teach him politeness.
He took the Stork out the threshold, knocked on the door and said:
You have to do it like this.
All clear! - Stork was happy.
Is this what music is? - and flew away to quickly surprise the world with his art.
The nightingale arrived later on its small wings.
He timidly knocked on the door, said hello, asked for forgiveness for disturbing me and said that he really wanted to study music.
The sage liked the friendly bird. And he taught the nightingale everything he knew.
Since then, the modest Nightingale has become the best singer in the world.
And the eccentric Stork can only knock with his beak. Moreover, he boasts and teaches other birds:
Hey, do you hear? You have to do it like this, like this! This is real music! If you don't believe me, ask an old sage.
How to find a track
Valentin Berestov
The guys went to visit their grandfather the forester. We went and got lost.
They look, Squirrel is jumping over them. From tree to tree. From tree to tree.
Guys - to her:
Belka, Belka, tell me, Belka, Belka, show me, How to find the path to grandpa’s lodge?
“Very simple,” Belka answers.
Jump from this tree to that one, from that one to the crooked birch tree. From the crooked birch tree you can see a large, large oak tree. The roof is visible from the top of the oak tree. This is the gatehouse. Well, what about you? Jump!
Thank you, Belka! - the guys say. - Only we don’t know how to jump on trees. We'd better ask someone else.
The Hare is jumping. The guys sang their song to him too:
Bunny Bunny, tell me, Bunny, Bunny, show me, How to find the path to grandpa's lodge?
To the lodge? - asked the Hare. - There is nothing simpler. At first it will smell like mushrooms. So? Then - hare cabbage. So? Then it smells like a fox hole. So? Skip this smell to the right or left. So? When it is left behind, smell it like this and you will smell the smoke. Jump straight onto it without turning anywhere. This is the forester grandfather setting the samovar.
“Thank you, Bunny,” the guys say. “It’s a pity that our noses are not as sensitive as yours.” I'll have to ask someone else.
They see a snail crawling.
Hey, Snail, tell me, Hey, Snail, show me, How to find the path to grandpa’s lodge?
It’s a long time to tell,” sighed the Snail. - Lu-u-better, I’ll take you there-u-u. Follow me.
Thank you, Snail! - the guys say. - We have no time to crawl. We'd better ask someone else.
A bee sits on a flower.
Guys to her:
Bee, Bee, tell me, Bee, Bee, show me, How to find the path to grandpa’s lodge?
Well, well, says the bee. - I’ll show you... Look where I’m flying. Follow. See my sisters. Where they go, you go too. We bring honey to grandpa's apiary. Well, goodbye! I'm in a big hurry. W-w-w...
And she flew away. The guys didn’t even have time to say thank you to her. They went to where the bees were flying and quickly found the guardhouse. What a joy! And then grandfather treated them to tea with honey.
Honest caterpillar
Valentin Berestov
The caterpillar considered itself very beautiful and did not let a single drop of dew pass without looking at it.
How good am I! - the Caterpillar rejoiced, looking with pleasure at its flat face and arching its furry back to see two golden stripes on it.
It's a pity that no one notices this.
But one day she got lucky. A girl walked through the meadow and picked flowers. The caterpillar climbed onto the most beautiful flower and began to wait.
That's disgusting! It's disgusting to even look at you!
Ah well! - the Caterpillar got angry. “Then I give my honest caterpillar word that no one, ever, anywhere, for anything, under any circumstances, will ever see me again!”
You gave your word - you need to keep it, even if you are a Caterpillar. And the Caterpillar crawled up the tree. From trunk to branch, from branch to branch, from branch to branch, from branch to twig, from twig to leaf.
She took out a silk thread from her abdomen and began to wrap herself around it. She worked for a long time and finally made a cocoon.
Phew, I'm so tired! - the Caterpillar sighed. - I'm completely exhausted.
It was warm and dark in the cocoon, there was nothing more to do, and the Caterpillar fell asleep.
She woke up because her back was itching terribly. Then the Caterpillar began to rub against the walls of the cocoon. She rubbed and rubbed, rubbed right through them and fell out.
But she fell somehow strangely - not down, but up.
And then the Caterpillar saw the same girl in the same meadow.
"Horrible! - thought the Caterpillar. “I may not be beautiful, it’s not my fault, but now everyone will know that I’m also a liar.” I gave an honest assurance that no one would see me, and I didn’t keep it. A shame!" And the Caterpillar fell into the grass.
And the girl saw her and said:
Such a beauty!
So trust people,” grumbled the Caterpillar.
Today they say one thing, and tomorrow they say something completely different.
Just in case, she looked into the dew drop. What's happened? In front of her is an unfamiliar face with a long, very long mustache.
The caterpillar tried to arch its back and saw that large multi-colored wings appeared on its back.
Oh that's it! - she guessed. - A miracle happened to me. The most ordinary miracle: I became a Butterfly!
This happens. And she merrily circled over the meadow, because she did not give the butterfly’s honest word that no one would see her.
Magic word
V.A. Oseeva
A little old man with a long gray beard was sitting on a bench and drawing something in the sand with an umbrella.
. “Move over,” Pavlik told him and sat down on the edge.
The old man moved and, looking at the boy’s red, angry face, said:
- Did something happen to you? - Well, okay! “What do you want?” Pavlik looked sideways at him.
“I’ll go to my grandmother. She's just cooking. Will he drive away or not?
Pavlik opened the door to the kitchen. The old woman was removing hot pies from the baking sheet.
The grandson ran up to her, turned her red, wrinkled face with both hands, looked into her eyes and whispered:
- Give me a piece of pie... please.
Grandma straightened up. The magic word shone in every wrinkle, in the eyes, in the smile.
“I wanted something hot... something hot, my darling!” she said, choosing the best, rosy pie.
Pavlik jumped for joy and kissed her on both cheeks.
"Wizard! Wizard!" - he repeated to himself, remembering the old man.
At dinner, Pavlik sat quietly and listened to his brother’s every word. When his brother said that he would go boating, Pavlik put his hand on his shoulder and quietly asked:
- Take me, please. Everyone at the table immediately fell silent.
The brother raised his eyebrows and grinned.
“Take it,” the sister suddenly said. - What is it worth to you!
- Well, why not take it? - Grandma smiled. - Of course, take it.
“Please,” Pavlik repeated.
The brother laughed loudly, patted the boy on the shoulder, ruffled his hair:
- Oh, you traveler! Okay, get ready!
“It helped! It helped again!”
Pavlik jumped out from the table and ran into the street. But the old man was no longer in the park.
The bench was empty, and only incomprehensible signs drawn by an umbrella remained on the sand.
Badly
V.A. Oseeva
The dog barked furiously, falling on its front paws.
Right in front of her, pressed against the fence, sat a small, disheveled kitten. He opened his mouth wide and meowed pitifully.
Two boys stood nearby and waited to see what would happen.
A woman looked out the window and hurriedly ran out onto the porch. She drove the dog away and angrily shouted to the boys:
Shame on you!
What's a shame? We didn't do anything! - the boys were surprised.
This is bad! - the woman answered angrily.
Which is easier?
V.A. Oseeva
Three boys went into the forest. There are mushrooms, berries, birds in the forest. The boys went on a spree.
We didn’t notice how the day passed. They go home - they are afraid:
It will hit us at home!
So they stopped on the road and thought what was better: to lie or to tell the truth?
“I’ll say,” says the first, “that a wolf attacked me in the forest.”
The father will be afraid and will not scold.
“I’ll say,” says the second, “that I met my grandfather.”
My mother will be happy and will not scold me.
“And I’ll tell the truth,” says the third. “It’s always easier to tell the truth, because it’s the truth and there’s no need to invent anything.”
So they all went home.
As soon as the first boy told his father about the wolf, look, the forest guard is coming.
“No,” he says, “there are wolves in these places.” The father got angry. For the first guilt I was angry, and for the lie - twice as angry.
The second boy told about his grandfather. And the grandfather is right there - coming to visit. Mother found out the truth. For the first guilt I was angry, but for the lie I was twice as angry.
And the third boy, as soon as he arrived, immediately confessed to everything. His aunt grumbled at him and forgave him.
good
V.A. Oseeva
Yurik woke up in the morning. I looked out the window. The sun is shining. It's a good day. And the boy wanted to do something good himself.
So he sits and thinks: “What if my little sister was drowning, and I would save her!”
And my sister is right here:
Take a walk with me, Yura!
Go away, don't stop me from thinking! My little sister was offended and walked away.
And Yura thinks: “If only wolves attacked the nanny, and I would shoot them!”
And the nanny is right there:
Put away the dishes, Yurochka.
Clean it yourself - I have no time! The nanny shook her head.
And Yura thinks again: “If only Trezorka fell into the well, and I would pull him out!”
And Trezorka is right there. His tail wags: “Give me a drink, Yura!”
Go away! Don't bother thinking! Trezorka closed his mouth and climbed into the bushes.
And Yura went to his mother:
What good thing could I do? Mom stroked Yura’s head:
Take a walk with your sister, help the nanny put away the dishes, give Trezor some water.
sons
V.A. Oseeva
Two women were taking water from a well.
A third approached them. And the old man sat down on a pebble to rest.
Here's what one woman says to another:
My son is dexterous and strong, no one can handle him.
And the third is silent. “Why don’t you tell me about your son?” her neighbors ask.
What can I say? - says the woman. “There’s nothing special about him.”
So the women collected full buckets and left. And the old man is behind them.
Women walk and stop. My hands hurt, the water splashes, my back hurts. Suddenly three boys run out towards us.
One of them somersaults over his head, walks like a cartwheel, and the women admire him.
He sings another song, sings like a nightingale - the women listen to him.
And the third ran up to his mother, took the heavy buckets from her and dragged them.
The women ask the old man:
Well? What are our sons like?
Where are they? - the old man answers. “I only see one son!”
blue leaves
V.A. Oseeva
Katya had two green pencils. And Lena has none. So Lena asks Katya: 
Give me a green pencil.
And Katya says:
I'll ask my mom.
The next day both girls come to school.
Lena asks:
Did your mom allow it?
And Katya sighed and said:
Mom allowed it, but I didn’t ask my brother.
Well, ask your brother again,” says Lena.
Katya arrives the next day.
Well, did your brother allow it? - Lena asks.
My brother allowed me, but I'm afraid you'll break your pencil.
“I’m careful,” says Lena.
Look, says Katya, don’t fix it, don’t press hard, don’t put it in your mouth. Don't draw too much.
“I just need to draw leaves on the trees and green grass,” says Lena.
“That’s a lot,” says Katya, and her eyebrows frown. And she made a dissatisfied face. Lena looked at her and walked away. I didn't take a pencil. Katya was surprised and ran after her:
Well, what are you doing? Take it! “No need,” Lena answers.
During the lesson, the teacher asks: “Why, Lenochka, are the leaves on your trees blue?”
There is no green pencil.
Why didn't you take it from your girlfriend?
Lena is silent.
And Katya blushed like a lobster and said:
I gave it to her, but she doesn’t take it.
The teacher looked at both:
You have to give so that you can take.
On the rink
V.A. Oseeva
The day was sunny. The ice sparkled. There were few people at the skating rink.
The little girl, with her arms outstretched comically, rode from bench to bench.
Two schoolchildren were tying up their skates and looking at Vitya.
Vitya performed different tricks - sometimes he rode on one leg, sometimes he spun around like a top.
Well done! - one of the boys shouted to him.
Vitya rushed around the circle like an arrow, made a dashing turn and ran into the girl.
The girl fell.
Vitya was scared.
“I accidentally...” he said, brushing snow off her fur coat.
Did you hurt yourself?
The girl smiled:
Knee...
Laughter came from behind. “They’re laughing at me!” thought Vitya and turned away from the girl with annoyance.
What a surprise - a knee! What a crybaby!” he shouted, driving past the schoolchildren.
Come to us! - they called. Vitya approached them. Holding hands, all three merrily slid across the ice.
And the girl sat on the bench, rubbed her bruised knee and cried.
A short story with a lot of meaning is much easier for a child to master than a long work with several topics. Start reading with simple sketches and move on to more serious books. (Vasily Sukhomlinsky)
Ingratitude
Grandfather Andrei invited his grandson Matvey to visit. The grandfather put a large bowl of honey in front of his grandson, put white rolls, and invites:
- Eat honey, Matveyka. If you want, eat honey and rolls with a spoon; if you want, eat rolls with honey.
Matvey ate honey with kalachi, then kalachi with honey. I ate so much that it became difficult to breathe. He wiped his sweat, sighed and asked:
- Please tell me, grandfather, what kind of honey is this - linden or buckwheat?
- And what? – Grandfather Andrey was surprised. “I treated you to buckwheat honey, grandson.”
“Linden honey still tastes better,” said Matvey and yawned: after a hearty meal he was feeling sleepy.
Pain squeezed Grandfather Andrei’s heart. He was silent. And the grandson continued to ask:
– Is the flour for kalachi made from spring or winter wheat? Grandfather Andrey turned pale. His heart was squeezed with unbearable pain.
It became difficult to breathe. He closed his eyes and groaned.
Why do they say “thank you”?
Two people were walking along a forest road - a grandfather and a boy. It was hot and they were thirsty.
The travelers approached the stream. Cool water gurgled quietly. They leaned in and got drunk.
“Thank you, stream,” said grandfather. The boy laughed.
– Why did you say “thank you” to the stream? - he asked his grandfather. - After all, the stream is not alive, will not hear your words, will not understand your gratitude.
- This is true. If the wolf got drunk, he wouldn’t say “thank you.” And we are not wolves, we are people. Do you know why a person says “thank you”?
Think about it, who needs this word?
The boy thought about it. He had a lot of time. The road ahead was long...
Martin
The mother swallow taught the chick to fly. The chick was very small. He flapped his weak wings ineptly and helplessly. Unable to stay in the air, the chick fell to the ground and was seriously hurt. He lay motionless and squeaked pitifully. The mother swallow was very alarmed. She circled over the chick, screamed loudly and did not know how to help him.
The girl picked up the chick and put it in a wooden box. And she put the box with the chick on a tree.
The swallow took care of her chick. She brought him food every day and fed him.
The chick began to recover quickly and was already chirping cheerfully and cheerfully flapping its strengthened wings.
The old red cat wanted to eat the chick. He quietly crept up, climbed the tree and was already at the very box. But at this time the swallow flew off the branch and began to fly boldly in front of the cat’s very nose. The cat rushed after her, but the swallow quickly dodged, and the cat missed and slammed to the ground with all its might.
Soon the chick completely recovered and the swallow, with joyful chirping, took him to his native nest under the neighboring roof.
Evgeniy Permyak
How Misha wanted to outwit his mother
Misha’s mother came home after work and clasped her hands:
- How did you, Mishenka, manage to break off a bicycle wheel?
- It, mom, broke off on its own.
- Why is your shirt torn, Mishenka?
- She, mommy, tore herself apart.
- Where did your other shoe go? Where did you lose it?
- He, Mom, got lost somewhere.
Then Misha’s mother said:
- How bad they all are! They, the scoundrels, need to be taught a lesson!
- But as? - Misha asked.
“Very simple,” my mother answered. - If they have learned to break themselves, to tear themselves apart and to get lost themselves, let them learn to repair themselves, to sew themselves up, to find themselves. And you and I, Misha, will sit at home and wait for them to do all this.
Misha sat down by the broken bicycle, in a torn shirt, without a shoe, and thought deeply. Apparently this boy had something to think about.
Short story "Ah!"
Nadya couldn’t do anything. Grandmother dressed Nadya, put on shoes, washed her, combed her hair.
Mom gave Nadya water from a cup, fed her from a spoon, put her to sleep, and lulled her to sleep.
Nadya heard about the kindergarten. The girlfriends are having fun playing there. They dance. They sing. They listen to fairy tales. Good for children in kindergarten. And Nadenka would have been happy there, but they didn’t take her there. They didn't accept it!
Oh!
Nadya cried. Mom cried. Grandma cried.
- Why didn’t you accept Nadenka into kindergarten?
And in kindergarten they say:
- How can we accept her when she doesn’t know how to do anything?
Oh!
Grandmother came to her senses, mother came to her senses. And Nadya caught herself. Nadya began to dress herself, put on her shoes, wash herself, eat, drink, comb her hair, and go to bed.
When they found out about this in kindergarten, they came for Nadya themselves. They came and took her to kindergarten, dressed, with shoes, washed, and combed.
Oh!
Nikolay Nosov
steps
One day Petya was returning from kindergarten. On this day he learned to count to ten. He reached his house, and his younger sister Valya was already waiting at the gate.
- And I already know how to count! – Petya boasted. – I learned it in kindergarten. Look how I can now count all the steps on the stairs.
They began to climb the stairs, and Petya counted the steps loudly:
- Well, why did you stop? – asks Valya.
- Wait, I forgot which step is further. I'll remember now.
“Well, remember,” says Valya.
They stood on the stairs, standing. Petya says:
- No, I can’t remember that. Well, let's start over again.
They went down the stairs. They began to climb up again.
“One,” says Petya, “two, three, four, five...” And he stopped again.
- Forgot again? – asks Valya.
- Forgot! How can this be! I just remembered and suddenly forgot! Well, let's try again.
They went down the stairs again, and Petya started over:
- One, two, three, four, five...
- Maybe twenty-five? – asks Valya.
- Not really! You're just stopping me from thinking! You see, because of you I forgot! We'll have to do it all over again.
- I don’t want to at first! - says Valya. - What it is? Up, down, up, down! My legs already hurt.
“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to,” answered Petya. “And I won’t go further until I remember.”
Valya went home and said to her mother:
“Mom, Petya is counting the steps on the stairs: one, two, three, four, five, but he doesn’t remember the rest.”
“Then it’s six,” said mom.
Valya ran back to the stairs, and Petya kept counting the steps:
- One, two, three, four, five...
- Six! - Valya whispers. - Six! Six!
- Six! – Petya was happy and moved on. - Seven eight nine ten.
It’s good that the stairs ended, otherwise he would never have reached the house, because he only learned to count to ten.
Slide
The guys built a snow slide in the yard. They poured water on her and went home. Kotka didn't work. He was sitting at home, looking out the window. When the guys left, Kotka put on his skates and went up the hill. He skates across the snow, but can’t get up. What to do? Kotka took a box of sand and sprinkled it on the hill. The guys came running. How to ride now? The guys were offended by Kotka and forced him to cover his sand with snow. Kotka untied his skates and began to cover the slide with snow, and the guys poured water on it again. Kotka also made steps.
Nina Pavlova
The little mouse got lost
Mom gave the forest mouse a wheel made from a dandelion stem and said:
- Come on, play, ride around the house.
- Peep-pity-peep! - the mouse shouted. - I’ll play, I’ll ride!
And he rolled the wheel along the path downhill. I rolled it and rolled it and got so into it that I didn’t notice how I found myself in a strange place. Last year's linden nuts were lying on the ground, and above, behind the cut-out leaves, it was a completely foreign place! The mouse became quiet. Then, so that it wouldn’t be so scary, he put his wheel on the ground and sat down in the middle. Sits and thinks:
“Mom said: “Ride near the house.” Where is it near the house now?
But then he saw that the grass shook in one place and a frog jumped out.
- Peep-pity-peep! - the mouse shouted. - Tell me, frog, where near the house is my mother?
Luckily, the frog knew just this and answered:
- Run straight and straight under these flowers. You will meet a newt. He has just crawled out from under a stone, is lying and breathing, about to crawl into the pond. From Triton, turn left and run along the path straight and straight. You will see a white butterfly. She sits on a blade of grass and waits for someone. From the white butterfly, turn left again and then shout to your mother, she will hear.
- Thank you! - said the mouse.
He picked up his wheel and rolled it between the stems, under the bowls of white and yellow anemone flowers. But the wheel soon became stubborn: it would hit one stem, then another, then it would get stuck, then it would fall. But the mouse did not back down, pushed him, pulled him, and finally rolled him out onto the path.
Then he remembered the newt. After all, the newt never met! The reason he didn’t meet was because he had already crawled into the pond while the mouse was fiddling with his wheel. So the mouse never knew where he needed to turn left.
And again he rolled his wheel at random. I reached the tall grass. And again, grief: the wheel got entangled in it - and neither back nor forward!
We barely managed to get him out. And then the little mouse just remembered the white butterfly. After all, she never met.
And the white butterfly sat, sat on a blade of grass and flew away. So the mouse did not know where he needed to turn left again.
Luckily, the mouse met a bee. She flew to red currant flowers.
- Peep-pity-peep! - the mouse shouted. - Tell me, little bee, where near the house is my mother?
And the bee just knew this and answered:
- Run downhill now. You will see something turning yellow in the lowland. There, the tables seem to be covered with patterned tablecloths, and there are yellow cups on them. This is a spleen, such a flower. From the spleen, go up the mountain. You will see flowers as radiant as the sun and next to them - on long legs - fluffy white balls. This is a coltsfoot flower. Turn right from it and then shout to your mother, she will hear.
- Thank you! - said the mouse...
Where to run now? And it was already getting dark, and you couldn’t see anyone around! The mouse sat down under a leaf and cried. And he cried so loudly that his mother heard and came running. How happy he was with her! And she even more: she didn’t even hope that her little son was alive. And they happily ran home side by side.
Valentina Oseeva
Button
Tanya's button came off. Tanya spent a long time sewing it to the blouse.
“And what, grandmother,” she asked, “do all boys and girls know how to sew on their buttons?”
- I don’t know, Tanyusha; Both boys and girls can tear off buttons, but grandmothers increasingly get to sew them on.
- That's how it is! - Tanya said offended. - And you forced me, as if you weren’t a grandmother yourself!
Three comrades
Vitya lost his breakfast. During the big break, all the guys were having breakfast, and Vitya stood on the sidelines.
- Why do not you eat? - Kolya asked him.
- I lost my breakfast...
“It’s bad,” said Kolya, biting off a large piece of white bread. - There’s still a long way to go until lunch!
- Where did you lose it? - Misha asked.
“I don’t know...” Vitya said quietly and turned away.
“You probably carried it in your pocket, but you should put it in your bag,” said Misha. But Volodya didn’t ask anything. He walked up to Vita, broke a piece of bread and butter in half and handed it to his comrade:
- Take it, eat it!
This section of our website contains stories from our favorite Russian writers for children aged 5-6 years. By this age, the child develops certain preferences in children's literature. Some kids only like encyclopedias and books to look at, others like fairy tales about princesses and elves, etc. But don’t limit children to just a few genres. You should always expand the range of literature being studied and offer something new to familiarize yourself with. For example, funny stories Nosov, Dragunsky, Zoshchenko, etc. We are sure that the child will not remain indifferent and will fall in love with these stories once and for all.
The main characters of the stories are children. They find themselves in different situations, constantly coming up with something and having fun. Young readers associate themselves with the characters in books, begin to repeat expressions that are new to them, and act out similar situations. Thus, the child expands lexicon and social intelligence develops.
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Petson and Findus: Fox Hunt
Nordqvist S. 
The story is about how Petson and Findus decided to forever drive away the fox who came to steal chickens. They made a chicken out of a pepper ball and placed fireworks around to scare the fox even more. But everything didn't go according to plan. ...
Petson and Findus: Trouble in the garden
Nordqvist S. 
A tale about how Petson and Findus guarded their garden. Petson planted potatoes there, and the cat planted meatballs. But someone came and dug up their plantings. Petson and Findus: Trouble in the garden read It was a wonderful spring...
Petson and Findus: Petson on a hike
Nordqvist S. 
The story is about how Petson found a scarf in the barn and Findus persuaded him to go on a hike to the lake. But the chickens prevented this and they set up a tent in the garden. Petson and Findus: Petson on a hike to read...
Petson and Findus: Petson is sad
Nordqvist S. 
One day Petson became sad and didn’t want to do anything. Findus decided to cheer him up by any means possible. He persuaded Petson to go fishing. Petson and Findus: Petson is sad to read It was autumn outside. Petson was sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee...
Charushin E.I. 
The story describes the cubs of various forest animals: wolf, lynx, fox and deer. Soon they will become big beautiful animals. In the meantime, they play and play pranks, charming like any kids. Little Wolf There lived a little wolf with his mother in the forest. Gone...
Who lives how
Charushin E.I. 
The story describes the life of a variety of animals and birds: squirrel and hare, fox and wolf, lion and elephant. Grouse with grouse The grouse walks through the clearing, taking care of the chickens. And they are swarming around, looking for food. Not flying yet...
Torn Ear
Seton-Thompson 
A story about the rabbit Molly and her son, who was nicknamed Ragged Ear after he was attacked by a snake. His mother taught him the wisdom of survival in nature, and her lessons were not in vain. Torn ear read Near the edge...
Animals of hot and cold countries
Charushin E.I. 
Small interesting stories about animals living in different climatic conditions: in the hot tropics, in the savanna, in the northern and southern ice, in the tundra. Lion Beware, zebras are striped horses! Beware, fast antelopes! Beware, steep-horned wild buffalos! ...
What is everyone's favorite holiday? Certainly, New Year! On this magical night, a miracle descends on the earth, everything sparkles with lights, laughter is heard, and Santa Claus brings long-awaited gifts. A huge number of poems are dedicated to the New Year. IN …
In this section of the site you will find a selection of poems about the main wizard and friend of all children - Santa Claus. Many poems have been written about the kind grandfather, but we have selected the most suitable ones for children aged 5,6,7 years. Poems about...
Winter has come, and with it fluffy snow, blizzards, patterns on the windows, frosty air. The children rejoice at the white flakes of snow and take out their skates and sleds from the far corners. Work is in full swing in the yard: they are building a snow fortress, an ice slide, sculpting...
A selection of short and memorable poems about winter and New Year, Santa Claus, snowflakes, Christmas tree for junior group kindergarten. Read and learn short poems with children 3-4 years old for matinees and New Year's Eve. Here …
