Mom's fairy tales in pictures: sleepy tale. Evening fairy tale for kids.

Mom's fairy tales in pictures: a sleepy tale about a fox

Dear friends! I continue to present you the tales of the winners of our competition "Mother's Tale" in 2016. This competition was held as part of our traditional spring Internet Workshop of educational games "Through the game - to success!".

Fairy tale contest sponsor this year there was a portal of educational and educational games for children from 2 to 9 years old, created by specialists - the Mercibo portal. Therefore, all three winners received a subscription to Mersibault games as a prize.

All fairy tales of the contest participant were illustrated in the Mercibo picture constructor. Picture Constructor is a ready-made library of backgrounds, pictures on all topics and all sounds for creating pictures, illustrations for children's compositions, manuals in just a few clicks of the mouse.

I am pleased to present you the evening sleepy tale, which won the second place in our competition "Mother's Tale". The author of the fairy tale is Alisa Rokina

We read a sleepy tale to the baby before going to bed:

There lived a fox in the forest. She lived, she lived, she would have lived in that very forest, but she only became bored. And she went where her eyes look.

She walks, she walks along the spruce forest. Found a bump. Yes, how she began to play with her: she rolls her paws, and throws her nose, and twirls her tail! She played, she played, but it was only boring to play alone. She left a bump, and went on.

She goes, goes, goes into the thicket. Past huge, old oaks goes. Walks past a forest lake. It goes on and on ... I found an acorn. Yes, how she began to play with him: she rolls her paws, and throws up her nose, and twirls her tail! She played, she played, but it was only boring to play alone. She left the acorn, and went on.

She goes further. I found an inedible berry. Yes, how she began to play with her: she rolls her paws, and throws her nose, and twirls her tail! She played, she played, but it's just boring to play alone. She left the berry, and went on.

Goes for a long time. Now the forest has become brighter. Shrubs and thin hazels began to appear. And the fox keeps going. She found a nut. Yes, how she began to play with him: she rolls her paws, and throws her nose, and twirls her tail! She played, she played, but it's just boring to play alone. She left him and moved on.

The fox came out of the forest. I went across the field, and found a pea. The fox thought to play with the pea, but changed her mind. Am her - and ate. Strengthened and moved on. Here she comes out of the field onto the road. Walks along the road. On the transition goes, at the traffic light stops. It goes, it goes, it goes far.

Enters the city. Walking down the street. Here it turns into an alley. Here it comes to the house. Here comes the entrance, the elevator calls. Here it rises: the first floor, the second ... the ninth. Here comes the door (the real floor is called and the real place of residence of the child is described)

I went in the door, washed my paws and jumped into the crib! The fox lies, lies down, Vasilisonka whispers dreams.

You can compose a fairy tale yourself by analogy with the sleepy fox fairy tale, changing the plot. Not only a fox, but also other fairy-tale characters can go to visit a child and whisper a dream to him. They can go different roads and find different finds along the way! Thanks to Alice for sharing her "sleepy tale" with us in our fairy tale contest!

Still surprisingly wise, funny, kind and interesting mother's tales of readers of the site "Native Path" and participants in our Internet Workshop of educational games "Through the game - to success!" You will find in the articles:

• (learning to be friends)

A fairy tale for children who can't sleep

- Grandma, a fairy tale!

Two large sly eyes look out from under the covers. Grandmother sits in a chair nearby, habitually picks up knitting.

- Well, listen. Only an agreement: until I finish it - do not sleep!

In the eyes of resentment - who is going to sleep?

The thread winds along the knitting needles, the loop lies down after the loop, word by word ...

... A hedgehog runs along a forest path, and towards him - a Tale. The hedgehog was frightened, curled up into a prickly ball and lies, waiting for what will happen next.

The fairy tale also waited a little, and she became bored. They do not like fairy tales if there is no one to listen to them.

- A hedgehog, a hedgehog, - says the Tale, - do not be afraid, I'm not scary. I'm talking about apples in general.

The hedgehog immediately heard about apples. He stuck his nose out from under the thorns and one eye.

What kind of apples are you talking about - green or red?

- Which one do you like more?

- I am red, with a green side. Or not, green with red ... Or ..., - Then the hedgehog thought, even lowered the thorns and stood up on all four paws. - No, I generally like all apples more. Especially sweet ones.

- Well, then I'm talking about all kinds of sweet apples. How they grow on a tree and fall down themselves. To make it easier for hedgehogs to collect them. And also about how dad and mom hedgehogs carry apples to their burrows for their hedgehogs. And about what a warm mink they have, under a bunch of autumn leaves ...

Here the Tale fell silent, and looks at the hedgehog. And he doesn't even listen anymore. He closed his eyes - dreaming. I even dropped the mushroom that I was bringing home.

And just a hare gallops past, carrying a carrot, which he dug up in a neighboring garden. He was out of breath, barely jumped away from the summer residents. Greedy! Carrots spared one hare! Nearly ran into a hedgehog. The one in the middle of the path is dreaming - he sees nothing.

- Well, things, - says the hare, - What happened to the hedgehog?

- He listens to me.

- And who are you?

- I am a fairy tale about a carrot, how it grows in the middle of a clearing, and hares can carry it as much as they want. And there are no summer residents there - only hares and carrots. And the carrot is sweet ... And a lot of it, drag-I don’t want to ...

The hare sat down next to the hedgehog, closed his eyes, folded his paws, one ear up, the other lowered. Dropped a carrot on the grass. Dreaming…

The story got boring again. Looks, past the redhead runs. The fox that is. He doesn’t even run, but he seems to be walking. But it doesn't come close.

And the Tale here, as it were, to itself:

- ... And there were no hunters at all in that forest, but there were a lot of hares and hedgehogs who were not at all afraid of foxes. So it was easy to catch them. And they were delicious...

The fox came closer, sat on her fluffy tail, licking her lips. And with his eyes he squints at a hare with a hedgehog - a fairy tale or not a fairy tale - but they look very appetizing. She moved closer to them, then a little more. She stretched out her paw, but like a hare - tsap! Yes, it was not there. She grabbed something, and this is a carrot. Once again - wow! This is dry mushroom. Fox to the Fairy Tale - jump. And that and the trace caught a cold - only a cloud of fog and the grass is wet. And on the grass traces - hare and hedgehog. Only where there - you will not catch up already.

The fox snorted offendedly, lay down under a bush and fell asleep.

And the Tale is already right there again, sitting on a branch, singing:

- Bye, bye, bye - bye, sleep Alice, fall asleep ...

... Knitting needles fell out of my grandmother's hands, clinked. Grandmother shuddered and opened her eyes.

In the crib next to the chair, the baby was sniffling. It's been a breeze for a long time, apparently. Nearby, on a pillow, a hedgehog and a hare were sleeping, and a red-haired muzzle peeked out from under the pillow. They all dreamed something very good.

Tale of "sleepy" little men

Once in kindergarten, a magical story happened to the boy Vanya.

In the afternoon, the children went for a walk as always. They ran, played, swung on a swing and had fun. But when they returned to the group, they found that all their toys, books, sketchbooks and pencils were gone.

“Ah,” the teacher Anna Sergeevna was upset. - How are we going to play now, what are we going to draw with, what are we going to read? What happened here?

The children quietly undressed and talked:

Maybe it was the aliens? - said the girl Masha, unbuttoning her jacket. - They came to us from a planet where there are no books and toys, so they took everything!

“No,” the boy Kolya answered her, unlacing his boots. - This evil wolf came running from the forest while we were away and ate everything.

“Ha,” the smartest girl Galya entered into an argument. - This is not a wolf, he would choke on felt-tip pens!

“Maybe there was a strong wind here, it flew into our toys and blew them away!” Misha suggested.

“Look, look,” Vanya shouted and pointed to the farthest corner of the room. There appeared a small round door, which was not there before. It was decorated with a bizarre pattern that changed all the time, as if alive.

The children ran up to her and began to look at her. At that moment, the door opened slightly, and a small purple man appeared from there. He was wearing a purple caftan, a purple hat, purple pointy slippers, purple velvet pants. Even the hair that was visible from under the hat was purple. He looked at the children with small angry violet eyes, snatched the bucket from Masha's hands and disappeared behind the door.

- Oh, - Masha was upset, - it was my favorite bucket!

Just then, another man appeared from the door. It was emerald green. With green hair, in a green coat, green shoes, with small evil green eyes. He looked at the children and grabbed the entire bag of toys that the teacher took with her to the street. Once! And the little thief hid behind a mysterious door.

“Wow,” the children gasped in unison.

“So they drag everything from us,” Vanya said thoughtfully. – Where did they come from? We need to figure it out.

And he bravely opened the door. It was dark there, only in the distance flashed multi-colored lanterns.

Don't go there, they might eat you! Masha whimpered.

“But we must return our things,” Vanya answered and stepped into the darkness.

As soon as the door closed behind him, bright sunlight flashed, and the boy found himself on a wide orange road that led to a huge blue city, hidden behind a high wall of shiny blue stones. Fancy blue turrets soared into the sky, above which fluttered blue flags.

Bright red mushrooms grew along the road. They were alive and silently blinked their eyes, looking at Vanya.

“Wow, how interesting it is here,” Vanya said and went to the blue city.

As he approached the gate, it creaked and released a little yellow man. The little man ran past Vanya and disappeared from sight.

- Oh, - Vanya was frightened. “But how can I get home, there is no door.

Indeed, the orange road seemed endless and went beyond the horizon. But, since the little men fell into kindergarten, which means that he will be able to return, Vanya decided, and boldly opened the sash of the city gates.

Right in front of the entrance there was a huge square. On it fussed, muttered, shouted and cursed multi-colored little men. Nobody paid any attention to Vanya.

Where can I find our toys? he asked himself.

"Hi," came a voice in his ear. – What is your problem?

Vanya turned his head and saw that a tiny motley bird was sitting on his shoulder. The bird smiled and winked at him with one eye and then the other.

“Yes, trouble,” Vanya confirmed. - The little people took away all our toys, paints, pencils and books! Do you happen to know where I can find them?

You won't find them! - the bird chirped. - You can't bring them back.

– How is it possible?

Do you really want everything back? the bird asked.

“Of course,” Vanya confirmed. “I came here for this.

- Well, then listen!

And the bird told an amazing story.

A long time ago, there were children in the world who did not want to sleep during the day. No matter how much their parents told them that daytime sleep gives strength and health, that those who sleep during the day grow faster and get sick less, their children did not listen! They stopped sleeping during the day, which means they stopped seeing wonderful childhood dreams. And where to go to dreams that no one has seen? So they began to turn into multi-colored little men. But, since the dreams were very offended that the children did not see them, they began to turn into evil little men! The little people were very offended by the children and took from them what the children loved so much: books, toys and pencils. Once somewhere in quiet time someone did not sleep, new little men appeared in the Colored Country, they showed the way to the inhabitants of the Blue City, and they began to walk in turn and pick up toys.

- If you want the little men to stop being angry and return everything, all the children in your group must sleep soundly during the day!

“Understood,” Vanya shouted and ran away from the city. He ran for a long time along the orange road along the red mushrooms, and every now and then he came across colorful little men towards him. Finally he saw a neat, even circle in the middle of the road. As soon as he stepped on it, he found himself in the darkness in front of a round door. Vanya carefully opened it and entered the room. The children were already in their beds, but, as usual, did not sleep. They twirled, giggled and frolicked. Nobody slept.

“Listen to what I will tell you,” Vanya hurried.

When he finished his magical story, the children immediately closed their eyes and obediently fell asleep. Vanya also undressed and lay down in his place. He dreamed of the Blue City, full of merry men. They tossed up their multicolored hats and waved their hands at him.

And when the quiet hour ended, and the children woke up, all the toys were in place.

TALE ABOUT NIGHT FEARS

It was getting dark outside, a warm spring evening was coming. The sparrows were tired of fighting and wearily chirped, settling down to sleep on the branches of an old birch. The sun was gently lowering behind the city, comfortably wrapping itself in pink clouds. Soon the moon will appear in the sky, the stars will shine in tiny droplets and everyone will fall asleep. Only Alyosha will spin in his bed and cry with fear.

Alyosha is a very good and obedient boy, he is not a coward at all. He always helps the little ones, does not offend the weak and stands up for his friends. But at night an evil wizard flies to him and turns all the things in his room into scary and dangerous objects.

One evening, Alyosha, as always, did not let his mother go for a long time, crying and not allowing him to turn off the light. Mom patted him on the head and turned on a small nightlight above Alyosha's bed.

As soon as my mother left the room, ordinary transformations. First, the evil wizard hid fear behind a cloud of the moon. The street immediately became dark. Then fear tapped on the window pane with an old birch branch. Alyosha cringed and pulled the blanket up to his chin. Fear flew across the room and enveloped everything in a magical dark cloud. The closet turned into an evil giant, angrily gleaming with two eyes on his stomach. Alyosha's toys: bears, cars and robots were turned by a magical cloud of darkness into terrible monsters who stared terribly at Alyosha and whispered something. A terrible white spot crawled across the ceiling. It crept closer and closer to the trembling boy. Fear crawled under the bed and lurked there.

- Who is there? Alyosha whispered in horror.

- It's me - a sleepy dwarf, - the pillow answered and moved.

Suddenly the pillow jumped aside, and Alyosha saw a tiny dwarf.

- Fu, how stuffy it is to sit there! grumbled the dwarf, smoothing out the wrinkles on his jacket.

- Why did you go there? Alyosha asked politely. He was glad to have someone to talk to. Alyosha was very much afraid that the dwarf would disappear, and that Fear would come out again and begin its sorcery.

“I always sit there when you go to bed,” the dwarf replied. “I told you I was a sleepy dwarf. I bring dreams to children: different fairy tales and happy holidays. But you're bothering me because you don't want to sleep. Lie down, I have prepared a new wonderful fairy tale for you. Today we will fly on a magic swan.

"I can't sleep," Alyosha sobbed. - The evil wizard Fear is sitting under my bed, he has bewitched everything around, see for yourself!

- I do not see! the gnome was surprised. He looked under the bed and waved his wand. Silver stars in a cheerful ringing stream, giggling and pushing, climbed into the darkness.

- Nobody here! Nobody here! - heard from under the bed their sonorous voices.

The merry stars folded into a small silver butterfly and began to flutter around the room. First, they sat on the shoulder of a terrible giant with eyes on his stomach, showered him with silvery dust, and Alyosha saw that in fact it was an old wardrobe, and he had no eyes on his stomach. These are round pens.

Then the star butterfly flew over to the window sill and showered it with luminous sparks. Alyosha saw that in reality it was not Fear knocking at his door, but a birch branch on which sparrows were sleeping sweetly.

The butterfly flapped its wings, the wind rose and blew away the dark cloud that covered the moon and stars. The room immediately brightened up.

The butterfly circled over Alyosha and sat down on a shelf with terrible monsters, and Alyosha saw that in fact they were his toys. They smiled merrily at him, their plastic eyes gleaming fervently.

The butterfly flapped its wings for the last time and crumbled into small stars, whirling in a cheerful round dance around the gnome.

“You see,” the sleepy dwarf giggled, carefully collecting small stars into a magic wand. When he touched the last star and it disappeared, Alyosha asked:

- And what are these white spots that crawled along the ceiling.

- It's headlights. Some people work at night, they drive by, and curious headlights look into the windows of houses. Because it's dark and boring outside at night. So they run along the ceiling in other people's rooms. They light up the darkest corners and help little boys see that there is no Fear. Now fall asleep faster, you and I need to see a long, long dream. You don't want it to break off in the morning interesting place?

- And if I fall asleep now, will I have time to watch it to the end? Alyosha got excited.

“Of course,” the dwarf nodded importantly. “Only if you fall asleep right now.” And for the future, promise me that you will fall asleep on time. I will give you a magic spell. Say it every time before going to bed, then no one will be able to get into your room at night, except for me and my mother.

- What spell? Alyosha asked.

The dwarf straightened his hat, stood up and whispered:

Clap your hands: bang bang!

Like a balloon burst fear!

Byaki-buki, well, shoo!

Baby is not afraid of you!

- Do you remember?

“Yes,” muttered Alyosha, falling asleep. - Thank you. And now I want to see a dream.

“Well, look,” the dwarf waved his magic wand, and Alyosha fell asleep soundly. All night he watched a wonderful fairy-tale dream.

Since then, Alyosha always repeated a magic spell before going to bed and calmly fell asleep, and the sleepy dwarf showed him wonderful tales.

DRY TALE

Once upon a time there was a boy Deniska. He went one evening to the magical forest. He walked and walked along a narrow path, and came to a huge magical clearing. All the inhabitants of the magical meadow were getting ready for bed. Beautiful colorful flowers folded their petals and closed their eyes. Pink, blue and yellow butterflies hid at night in the green silk grass to sleep and in the morning again flutter over fragrant flowers. Multi-colored birds nestled comfortably on the branches of the trees that surrounded this fabulous clearing. In the hollow of an old oak tree, with a soft fluffy tail under its head, a red squirrel fell asleep. And under the roots of a tall, tall birch, a little mouse drank tea before going to bed. A merry blue brook flowed through a magical clearing. He quietly murmured and lulled the colorful fish, who were tired of playing and, together with everyone else, were waiting for the night to come. They hid among the multi-colored pebbles that adorned the bottom of the stream. Bright red flew up to Deniska Ladybug and sat on his arm:

- Deniska-Deniska, why aren't you sleeping yet. Come on, I'll lay you down.

“I don’t want to,” Deniska said. - I haven't played enough yet.

- Deniska, look around! whispered Ladybug. - Look, there is no one to play with, everyone goes to bed. It's time for magical dreams. Nobody wants to be late. You don't like being late for cartoons either, do you? And dreams are even more interesting, so everyone tries to fall asleep on time.

“I also want to see magical dreams,” said Deniska.

“Then come with me,” Ladybug smiled.

She led the boy Deniska to a large, very large chamomile, laid him on a soft yellow center and covered him with delicate white petals. Then Ladybug flew onto a green blade of grass, covered herself with a plantain leaf and also closed her eyes. Everyone was asleep, and only at the edge of the magical clearing did the nightingale sing its lullaby.

The sun looked at the sleeping clearing, smiled at the nightingale and whispered to the moon:

- Moon! Everyone has already fallen asleep, it’s time for me too, come shine instead of me and bring, please, more fabulous dreams for the boy Deniska.

With these words, the sun dived into a soft fluffy cloud behind the forest and fell asleep sweetly there, and the moon swam up into the sky and lit one by one the magic stars. Each star was the mistress of some magical dream. They extended their thin rays to the sleeping fish, and the fish had magical dreams about a delicious dancing bun and about a singing blue stream. A thin ray climbed into the hollow to the red squirrel, gently touched her fluffy tail, and she had a dream about magic nuts that played hide and seek, danced round dances, and then jumped into her mouth themselves. A fabulous ray climbed half the leaf where Ladybug was sleeping, affectionately touched her wing, and she dreamed of a delightful flower, with large blue petals. On each of its petals stood a cup of nectar or sweet pollen. The stars gave the tiny birds funny dreams about tasty yellow grains. A cowardly bunny, hiding under a bush, dreamed of a sweet carrot the size of a bear: she cheerfully shook her green tail and sang a lullaby to him. And the tiniest star went down into the hole to the little mouse and gave her a dream about delicious, delicious cheese.

The moon carefully looked to see if everyone had enough dreams and, making sure that everyone was happy, and some were smiling sweetly, she went down to Deniska and gave him the most wonderful, most beautiful, most fabulous dream. She gave such dreams only to obedient and good boys, who closed their eyes and fell asleep along with all the inhabitants of the fabulous meadow.

sleepy tale

The fairy-night sits on the throne,

The stars are bright in the crown

Cloak of blue silence

And in a magic bag - dreams!

We'll close our eyes

We will dream of fairy tales.

Mouse dream about yellow cheese

Red cat - about kefir,

Laughing Monkeys

They will see a dream about bananas.

The foal dreams of a meadow,

A puppy is a reliable friend.

A hedgehog will find a mushroom in a dream,

The wolf will fall into the pantry,

Will get to stocks:

And eat and drink.

Butterflies dream of bouquets,

Girls dream of candy

Boys dream of cars

And the Snow Maiden - snowflakes.

Piglet dreams of a puddle

A warm stove dreams of a cold,

The brush is dreaming of pictures,

Dream of a vase of tangerines,

The teapot is dreaming of tea leaves,

And the envelope dreams of a stamp.

In a round dance dreams are spinning

And they lie down in our beds.

Lullaby

Night with a warm blanket

Covered my little one

Tucked in from all sides

Brought a sweet dream.

Beyond the seas the sun sleeps.

Mom sits next to me.

Bye-bye-bye-bye.

Sleep, baby, sleep!

Gently shines from the window

Round apple moon.

The stars dance

Waiting for the baby to fall asleep.

Eyes sleep and cheeks sleep

Tired kids.

Eyelashes and palms sleep

Sleep tummies and legs.

And tiny ears

Sweetly dozing on the pillow.

The curls are sleeping, the hands are sleeping,

Only noses sniffle.

Sleep, my joy, sleep

Sleep, my joy, sleep.
The lights went out in the house
No door creaks
The mouse is sleeping behind the stove.
The birds fell asleep in the garden
The fish fell asleep in the pond.
Close your eyes rather
Sleep, my joy, sleep.

Everything in the house was quiet for a long time,
It's dark in the room, in the kitchen.
The moon shines in the sky
The moon looks out the window.
Someone sighed behind the wall
What do we care, dear?
Close your eyes rather
Sleep, my joy, sleep.

Sweetly my chick lives:
No worries, no worries
Plenty of toys, sweets,
Lots of fun stuff.
Hurry up to get everything
If only the baby did not cry!
May it be like this all day long!
Sleep, my joy, sleep!
Sleep... Sleep...

Lullaby of the Bear
Spoon stirring snow
The night is big
What are you, stupid, do not sleep?
Your neighbors are sleeping
White bears,
Sleep well, baby.

We are floating on the ice
As on a brigantine
On the grey-haired seas.
And all night neighbors -
star bears
Shine on distant ships.

Lullabies about cats

And the cats are grey,
And the tails are white
They ran through the streets
They ran through the streets
They collected sleep and slumber,
They collected sleep and slumber,
Come sleep the cat
Yes, come baby swing.
And I'm for you, cat,
I will pay for the work.
ladies jug of milk
Let me give you a piece of the pie.
Eat something, cat, do not crumble
Don't ask me for more.

Gulyonki

Lyuli, lyuli lyulenki
The gulls have arrived
Ghouls sat on the bed
The ghouls began to coo,
The ghouls began to coo,
They began to swing Dashenka,
They began to swing Dashenka,
Dasha began to fall asleep.