Fairy tale rooster. Tale of the Rooster for the New Year The beginning of the tales of the Rooster
There lived an old man and an old woman, and they lived in great poverty. The only bellies they had were a rooster and a dog, and they fed them poorly. So the dog says to the rooster:
- Come on, brother Petka, let's go into the forest: life here is bad for us.
“Let’s leave,” says the rooster, “it won’t get any worse.”
So they went wherever they looked. We wandered around all day; It was getting dark - it was time to stop for the night. They left the road into the forest and chose a large hollow tree. The rooster flew up onto a branch, the dog climbed into the hollow and fell asleep.
In the morning, just as dawn began to break, the rooster cried: “Ku-ku-re-ku!” The fox heard the rooster; She wanted to eat rooster meat. So she went up to the tree and began praising the rooster:
- What a rooster! I have never seen such a bird: what beautiful feathers, what a red comb, and what a clear voice! Fly to me, handsome.
- What business? - asks the rooster. 
- Let's go visit me: today is my housewarming party, and I have a lot of peas in store for you.
“Okay,” says the rooster, “but I can’t go alone: my comrade is with me.”
“This is such happiness! - thought the fox. “Instead of one rooster there will be two.”
- Where is your friend? - she asks. - I’ll invite him to visit too.
“He spends the night there in the hollow,” answers the rooster.
The fox rushed into the hollow, and the dog grabbed its muzzle - tsap!.. Caught and tore the fox to pieces.
About the fairy tale
Russian folk tale is part of the nation's cultural heritage. Children of all ages need to read fairy tales. Through children's fairy tales, a child will be able to get acquainted with the beauty of the great and mighty Russian language. Through meeting fairy-tale characters, the little listener (reader) gradually enters the world of relationships between people.
A good example of a relationship is the fairy tale “The Cockerel is the Golden Comb.” The heroes of this fairy tale are representatives of the animal world. However, all the events that occur in a fairy tale can always be connected with real life. All relationships between fairy-tale characters can be considered as an example of relationships between people.
So, in one magical fairy-tale forest, three bosom friends lived and lived: a cat, a blackbird and a cockerel - a golden comb. The cat and the blackbird were busy with their daily work. Every day the friends went into the forest to get firewood. Cockerel, as the youngest, was left at home, in the hut, to manage the housework. And they always sternly warned him that he must sit quietly in the hut and not look out the window. And if a cheating fox appears, then don’t even vote.
Everything that the cat and the blackbird feared happened to the cockerel on the very first day when they went out to collect firewood. The sly fox learned that the cat and blackbird would not be at home. She came to her friends’ house and began in a gentle voice to persuade the cockerel to look out the window. She promised to give him peas. He leaned out the window. The red-haired cheat grabbed her prey and dragged her to her home.
The cockerel got scared and began loudly calling his friends for help. The cat and the blackbird heard calls for help. They ran and saved their naughty comrade. On the second day they began to gather in the forest thicket for firewood. And again they warned the cockerel not to listen to the sly fox. The cockerel would be glad to listen to his friends. But the red-haired cheat again outwitted the cockerel. Once again the cat and the thrush came to the rescue of their feathered friend.
On the third day everything happened again. The cat and the thrush went into the forest to get firewood. The cockerel was given strict orders not to listen to the fox's entreaties. The cockerel promised his older comrades to sit quietly and not lean out of the window. But natural curiosity defeated caution and prudence. The fox came and again lured the cockerel out with deception and temptation. He looked out the window and the red-haired beast, clutching him tightly, dragged him towards her home.
In vain the cockerel called for help from his faithful friends. They were very far from home and did not hear him. For the third time, the cat and the blackbird had to save their foolish friend. They rushed in the footsteps of the red-haired thief and found her hole. They gave her good blows. The cat tore it with its claws, and the blackbird pecked at it painfully. They took the cockerel and all went home together.
This tale can serve as a good example of what happens to naughty children when they do not listen to their elders. And also in the content of this story there is an example of true friendship and mutual assistance. It was the friends who came to the aid of the cockerel in difficult times.
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Once upon a time there was a cat, a thrush and a cockerel - a golden comb. They lived in the forest, in a hut. The cat and the blackbird go into the forest to chop wood, and leave the cockerel alone.
If they leave, they are severely punished:
We will go far, but you stay housekeeper and don’t raise your voice; when the fox comes, don't look out the window.
The fox found out that the cat and thrush were not at home, ran to the hut, sat under the window and sang:
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden comb,
Oil head,
Silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you some peas.
The cockerel put his head out the window. The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.
The cockerel crowed:
The fox is carrying me
For the dark forests,
For fast rivers,
For the high mountains...
Cat and blackbird, save me!..
The cat and the blackbird heard it, gave chase and took the cockerel from the fox.
Another time, the cat and the blackbird went into the forest to chop wood and again punished:
Well, now, rooster, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further, we won’t hear your voice.
They left, and the fox again ran to the hut and sang:
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden comb,
Oil head,
Silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you some peas.
The boys were running
The wheat was scattered
The chickens are pecking
Roosters are not given...
Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!
The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.
The cockerel crowed:
The fox is carrying me
For the dark forests,
For fast rivers,
For the high mountains...
Cat and blackbird, save me!..
The cat and the blackbird heard it and rushed in pursuit. The cat is running, the blackbird is flying... They caught up with the fox - the cat is fighting, the blackbird is pecking, and the cockerel is taken away.
Whether long or short, the cat and the blackbird gathered again in the forest to chop wood. When leaving, they strictly punish the cockerel:
Don’t listen to the fox, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further and won’t hear your voice.
And the cat and the blackbird went far into the forest to chop wood. And the fox is right there: he sat under the window and sings:
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden comb,
Oil head,
Silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you some peas.
The cockerel sits and says nothing. And the fox again:
The boys were running
The wheat was scattered
The chickens are pecking
Roosters are not given...
The cockerel keeps quiet. And the fox again:
People were running
Nuts were poured
The chickens are pecking
Roosters are not given...
The cockerel put his head out the window:
Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!
The fox grabbed him tightly in her claws and carried him into her hole, beyond the dark forests, beyond the fast rivers, beyond the high mountains... No matter how much the cockerel screamed or called, the cat and the blackbird did not hear him. And when we returned home, the cockerel was gone.
The cat and the blackbird ran along the fox's tracks. The cat is running, the blackbird is flying...
We ran to the fox's hole. The cat set up the caterpillars and let’s practice:
Ringing, rattling, harpers,
Golden strings...
Is Lisafya-kuma still at home?
Are you in your warm nest?
The fox listened, listened and thought:
“Let me see who plays the harp so well and hums sweetly.”
She took it and crawled out of the hole. The cat and the blackbird grabbed her - and began to beat and beat her. They beat and beat her until she lost her legs.
They took the cockerel, put it in a basket and brought it home.
And from then on they began to live and be, and even now they live...
The New Year was approaching us by leaps and bounds. We were waiting for him. We looked at the road, looked out the windows. And now he is on the threshold. New Year - Year of the Rooster. What kind of rooster is he? Stately, bright, with his head held high. We know what song the rooster sings from the cradle. Simple, but he’s not a nightingale. The cockerel is credited with a golden comb, which means this bird is not simple...
Fairy tale "Year of the Rooster"
The young rooster Petya heard that the new year is the year of the rooster. He was happy and cheered up. He strides importantly, mutters something, holds his nose up. Feels like an important bird.
“At last they will pay attention to me,” thought the rooster, “otherwise no matter how hard I try, and I wake up before everyone else, I don’t get the attention I deserve.” They often say:
“Our cockerel didn’t get a comb, but he’s crowing there.”
Petya decided to behave differently. Crow later, take away the best grains from the hens, and don’t say hello to the yard dog Corporal.
The corporal looked for a day or two, and then asked Petya:
- What is it, Golden Comb, that you stopped saying hello?
“Today my year is coming,” said the rooster, “I am now the most important.” Now you, Corporal, must greet me first.
The dog got offended by the rooster and muttered:
“The fox will come running from the forest, so I won’t say anything, take care of yourself!”
But Petya doesn’t care at all. He also managed to quarrel with the chickens. Petya was left alone. And I got bored...
And it was not for nothing that the Corporal remembered the fox. She's right there. But Petya managed to escape; luck was on his side this time. But he firmly decided not to quarrel with the Corporal anymore. And improve relations with the chickens. Petya came to their side. But they don’t want to make peace, they tell him:
“Whoever turns up his nose too much often ends up with his nose up.”
But then, the most sensible hen, hen Ryaba, went to war, and after her all the others. The corporal also did not resist and extended his paw to Petya.
Peace came to the large courtyard family. And for the New Year they organized a big celebration. The rooster no longer bullied, he liked to be just a friend to everyone.
The main idea of the fairy tale is that sometimes circumstances take us high, and a person begins to behave differently with friends - he puts on airs and acts arrogantly. Here friendship or even just friendly relations can crack. Moral - with those people who are dear to you, no matter what the circumstances, behave kindly. Good people are wealth.
What proverbs fit the fairy tale?
Don't look too high: you'll spoil your eyes.
Be simpler - and people will be drawn to you.
No matter how you pout, you won’t be higher than the pie.
Once upon a time there was a cat, a thrush and a cockerel - a golden comb. They lived in the forest, in a hut. The cat and the blackbird go into the forest to chop wood, and leave the cockerel alone.
If they leave, they are severely punished:
— We will go far, but you stay to be housekeepers and don’t raise your voice; when the fox comes, don't look out the window.
The fox found out that the cat and thrush were not at home, ran to the hut, sat under the window and sang:
— Cockerel, cockerel,
golden comb,
Oil head,
Silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you some peas.
The cockerel put his head out the window. The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.
The cockerel crowed:
— The fox is carrying me
For the dark forests,
For fast rivers,
For the high mountains...
Cat and blackbird, save me!..
The cat and the blackbird heard it, gave chase and took the cockerel from the fox.
Another time, the cat and the blackbird went into the forest to chop wood and again punished:
- Well, now, rooster, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further, we won’t hear your voice.
They left, and the fox again ran to the hut and sang:
— Cockerel, cockerel,
golden comb,
Oil head,
Silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you some peas.
— The guys were running,
The wheat was scattered
The chickens are pecking
Roosters are not given...
— Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!
The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.
The cockerel crowed:
— The fox is carrying me
For the dark forests,
For fast rivers,
For the high mountains...
Cat and blackbird, save me!..
The cat and the blackbird heard it and rushed in pursuit. The cat is running, the blackbird is flying... They caught up with the fox - the cat is fighting, the blackbird is pecking, and the cockerel is taken away.
Whether long or short, the cat and the blackbird gathered again in the forest to chop wood. When leaving, they strictly punish the cockerel:
— Don’t listen to the fox, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further, we won’t hear your voice.
And the cat and the blackbird went far into the forest to chop wood. And the fox is right there: he sat under the window and sings:
— Cockerel, cockerel,
golden comb,
Oil head,
Silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you some peas.
The cockerel sits and says nothing. And the fox again:
— The guys were running,
The wheat was scattered
The chickens are pecking
Roosters are not given...
The cockerel keeps quiet. And the fox again:
— People fled
Nuts were poured
The chickens are pecking
Roosters are not given...
The cockerel put his head out the window:
— Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!
The fox grabbed him tightly in her claws and carried him into her hole, beyond the dark forests, beyond the fast rivers, beyond the high mountains...
No matter how much the cockerel crowed or called, the cat and the blackbird did not hear him. And when we returned home, the cockerel was gone.
The cat and the blackbird ran along the fox's tracks. The cat is running, the thrush is flying... They ran to the fox's hole. The cat set up the caterpillars and let’s practice:
— Trembling, chattering, caterpillars,
Golden strings...
Is Lisafya-kuma still at home?
Are you in your warm nest?
The fox listened, listened and thought:
“Let me see who plays the harp so well and hums sweetly.”
She took it and crawled out of the hole. The cat and the blackbird grabbed her - and began to beat and beat her. They beat and beat her until she lost her legs.
They took the cockerel, put it in a basket and brought it home.
And from then on they began to live and be, and they still live.
A.S. Pushkin
The Tale of the Golden Cockerel
| Nowhere, in the distant kingdom, In the thirtieth state, Once upon a time there lived a glorious king Dadon. From a young age he was formidable And the neighbors every now and then Offended boldly; But in my old age I wanted Take a break from military affairs And give yourself some peace. The neighbors are disturbing here Steel the old king, Doing terrible harm to him. So that the ends of your possessions Protect from attacks He should have contained Numerous army. The governors did not sleep, But they didn’t make it in time. They used to wait from the south, lo and behold - An army is coming from the east! They will celebrate here - dashing guests Coming from the sea... Out of anger Indus King Dadon cried, Inda even forgot his sleep. Why is life in such anxiety! Here he is asking for help Turned to the sage To the astrologer and eunuch. He sends a messenger after him with a bow. Here is the sage in front of Dadon He stood up and took it out of the bag Golden cockerel. “Plant this bird, - He said to the king, - to the knitting needle; My golden cockerel Your faithful watchman will be: If everything around is peaceful, So he will sit quietly; But only a little from the outside Expect war for you Or the onslaught of battle force, Or another uninvited misfortune Instantly then my cockerel Raises the comb Screams and starts up And it will turn back to that place.” The king of the eunuch thanks It promises mountains of gold. “For such a favor,” He says in admiration, - Your first will I will do it as mine.” Cockerel from a high knitting needle Began to guard its borders. A little danger is visible, Faithful watchman as if from a dream It will move, it will perk up, Will turn to the other side And shouts: “Kiri-ku-ku. Reign while lying on your side!” And the neighbors calmed down, They no longer dared to fight: Such is King Dadon He fought back from all sides! A year or two passes peacefully; The cockerel sits still. One day King Dadon Awakened by a terrible noise: “You are our king! father of the people! - The governor proclaims. - Sovereign! wake up! trouble!” - “What is it, gentlemen? - Dadon says, yawning, - Eh?..Who’s there?..what’s the trouble?” Voivode says: “The cockerel is crowing again; There is fear and noise throughout the capital.” Tsar to the window, - en on the knitting needle, He sees a cockerel beating, Facing east. There is no need to hesitate: “Hurry! People, get on your horse! Hey, come alive!” The king sends an army to the east, The eldest son leads him. The cockerel calmed down The noise died down, and the king forgot. Eight days pass now But there is no news from the army; Was there, or was there not, a battle, - No report to Dadon. The cockerel crows again; The king calls another army; He's a smaller son now He sends the big one to the rescue. The cockerel calmed down again. No news from them again! Again eight days pass; People spend their days in fear; The cockerel crows again; The king calls the third army And leads her to the east, - Himself, not knowing whether it would be of any use. The troops march day and night; They become unbearable. No massacre, no camp, No grave mound King Dadon does not meet. “What kind of miracle?” - he thinks. Now the eighth day has passed, The king leads the army to the mountains And between the high mountains He sees a silk tent. Everything is in wonderful silence Around the tent; in a narrow gorge The army lies beaten. King Dadon hurries to the tent... What a terrible picture! Before him are his two sons Without helmets and without armor Both lie dead The sword stuck into each other. Their horses roam in the middle of the meadow On the trampled grass, Through the bloody ant... The king howled: “Oh, children, children! Woe is me! caught in the net Both our falcons! Woe! my death has come.” Everyone howled for Dadon, Moaned heavily The depths of the valleys and the heart of the mountains Shocked. Suddenly the tent It opened... and the girl, Shamakhan queen, All shining like the dawn, She met the king quietly. Like a bird of the night before the sun, The king fell silent, looking into her eyes, And he forgot in front of her Death of both sons. And she is in front of Dadon Smiled and bowed She took him by the hand And she took her into her tent. There she sat him at the table, She treated me to every kind of dish; I put her to rest On a brocade bed And then, exactly a week, Submitting to her unconditionally, Bewitched, delighted, Dadon feasted with her. Finally on the way back With your military strength And with a young girl The king went home. The rumor ran before him, She divulged fables and fables. Under the capital, near the gates, The people greeted them with noise, - Everyone is running after the chariot, Behind Dadon and the queen; Dadon welcomes everyone... Suddenly in the crowd he saw In a white Saracen cap, All gray-haired like a swan, His old friend, eunuch. "A! great, my father, - The king said to him, “What do you say?” Come closer! What do you order? - - Tsar! - the sage answers, - Let's finally break up Do you remember? for my service He promised me as a friend, My first will You perform it as your own. Give me the girl. - Shamakhan queen... - The king was extremely amazed. "What you? - he said to the elder, - Or has the demon got inside you? Or are you crazy? What's on your mind? Of course I promised But there is a limit to everything! And why do you need a girl? Come on, do you know who I am? Ask from me Even the treasury, even the rank of boyar, Even a horse from the royal stables, At least half my kingdom.” - I don’t want anything! Give me a girl Shamakhan queen, - The sage speaks in response. The king spat: “It’s so dashing: no! You won't get anything. You, sinner, are torturing yourself; Get out, safe for now; Get the old man away!” The old man wanted to argue But it is costly to quarrel with others; The king grabbed him with his staff On the forehead; he fell face down And the spirit is gone. - The entire capital Shuddered; and the girl - Hee hee hee! yes ha ha ha! Not afraid, you know, of sin. The king, although he was greatly alarmed, He smiled at her affectionately. Here he is entering the city... Suddenly there was a light ringing sound, And in the eyes of the entire capital The cockerel flew off the knitting needle; Flew to the chariot And he sat on the king’s head, Startled, pecked at the crown And soared... and at the same time Dadon fell from the chariot - He groaned once and he died. And the queen suddenly disappeared, It was as if it had never happened at all. The fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it! A lesson to good fellows. |
Cockerel and bean seed
The cockerel was rummaging in the yard and found a bean seed. I wanted to swallow it, but I choked. He choked and fell, and lies there, not breathing!
The chicken saw it, ran up to him and asked:
- Ko-ko-ko! Cockerel-cockerel, why are you lying there and not breathing?
The rooster answers:
- I choked on the bobok... Go to the cow, ask for butter and swallow the bobok...
The chicken ran to the cow:
- Ko-ko-ko! Cow-cow, give me some butter - the little coot is lying there, not breathing, choking on the bean!
Cow says:
- Moo, go to the mowers and ask for hay!
The chicken ran to the mowers:
- Ko-ko-ko! Mowers-mowers, give me some hay! Hay is for the cow, the cow will give me butter, and butter will give me a cockerel. The cockerel is lying, not breathing, choking on a bob!
Mowers say:
- Go to the bakery and ask for some rolls!
The chicken ran to the stove:
- Ko-ko-ko! Pecheya-pecheya, give me some rolls! The rolls will give to the mowers, the mowers will give hay, the hay will give to the cow, the cow will give butter, and the butter will give a cockerel. The cockerel is lying, not breathing, choking on a bob!
Pecheya says:
- Go to the lumberjacks! Ask for firewood!
The chicken ran to the woodcutters:
- Ko-ko-ko! Lumberjacks, lumberjacks, give me some wood! Firewood is hotter, the bakery will give rolls, rolls will give to mowers, mowers will give hay, hay will give to a cow, a cow will give butter, and butter will give a cockerel. The cockerel is lying, not breathing, choking on a bob!
- Go to the blacksmith, ask for an axe, there’s nothing to chop with!
The chicken ran to the blacksmith:
- Ko-ko-ko! Blacksmith, blacksmith, give me an axe, the ax will give to the woodcutters, the woodcutters will give firewood, the firewood will give the stove, the stove will give rolls, the rolls will give to the mowers, the mowers will give hay, the hay to the cow, the cow will give butter, the butter will give a cockerel. The cockerel is lying, not breathing, choking on a bob!
“Go into the forest, light some coals,” says the blacksmith.
The chicken went into the forest, lit coals, and brought the coals to the blacksmith. The blacksmith gave him an axe. She brought the ax to the woodcutters, the woodcutters gave firewood. The stove brought firewood, the stove gave rolls.
The chicken brought rolls to the mowers, and the mowers gave them hay. She brought hay to the cow, and the cow gave butter.
The chicken brought butter to the cockerel. The cockerel swallowed the butter and swallowed the bean.
He jumped up and sang:
- Kukareku-oo-oo-oo!
| One day a rooster jumped onto the roof of a house and wanted to see the whole world from there. He craned his neck, turned his head this way and that, but saw nothing - the mountain that stood in front of the house blocked his horizon. - Doggy-jan, do you happen to know what is there, behind the mountain? – the rooster asked the dog lying in the yard. “I don’t know,” answered the dog. - Our whole life will pass, and we will never know anything. Let's go and see the world! The dog agreed. They packed up and hit the road. They walked and walked and reached the forest. And by this time the sun had already set behind the tops of the trees, and dusk had fallen. A rooster and a dog settled down for the night in the forest: the dog was under a bush, and the rooster was on a branch of a large tree. When dawn came, the rooster crowed: - Ku-ka-re-ku! The fox heard this: “Aha! Someone is crowing here - that’s good! Wonderful, my breakfast must be!” - she thought and hurried to the tree on which the rooster was sitting. - Good morning, cockerel-jan! What are you doing there so early? - asks the fox. - We are traveling. “We want to see the world,” answers the rooster. - Oh, what a wonderful idea this is! It’s such a smart idea to travel to see the world! – the fox exclaimed in admiration. – The fact is that I also have the same dream. But I don’t have a friend with whom I could go on a journey. Can I go with you? “Yes, I don’t mind,” says the rooster. Just now, I’ll ask my friend what he thinks about it. Wait a minute, I'll find out now. -Where is your friend? - Yes, here he is - under a bush, near a tree. “His friend must be another rooster. That’s good: breakfast is already there, so there will be lunch!” – the fox thought joyfully and rushed into the bushes. Suddenly, seeing a dog there, she was so frightened that she ran away as fast as she could. - Hey, fox-jan! Don’t rush so much, be patient a little, we’re already on our way too. Called my friend too! – a rooster cheerfully shouted after her from a tree branch. |
Rooster and peacock
Kalmyk fairy tale
In distant, hoary times, there lived neighbors: a rooster and a peacock. The rooster was beautiful and smart. His golden feathers, shining dazzlingly, shimmered under the sun's rays. All the birds were jealous of the rooster. Many of them, sitting in the trees, sang plaintively: why don’t they have such a beautiful outfit as a rooster? The rooster was important and proud. He didn't talk to anyone except the peacock. He walked with an important gait and pecked grains just as important.
The rooster was friends with the peacock. Whether he was condescending to the peacock because his outfit was poor, or because he was friends with him because they were close neighbors - I don’t know, but they lived amicably.
One day a peacock was going to a distant land to visit. The peacock was sad that his outfit was too poor. He looked at the rooster with envy and thought: “How lucky I would be if I had such a beautiful outfit as the rooster’s. What I have? Nothing but pathetic feathers. How can I appear in a foreign land in such a wretched form! No, I’m ashamed to appear like a stranger in this form. Why not turn to the rooster? I'd better ask him for his outfit. Will he really refuse me?
And the peacock turned to the rooster with this request, promising to return the next morning.
The rooster thought and said:
“What will I do if you don’t show up by dawn tomorrow?”
Peacock replied:
- If I don’t come by dawn, then you shout, I will definitely come to your call. But if I’m not there in the morning, then shout at noon, and if I don’t appear at noon, then shout in the evening. By evening, of course, I will be there.
The rooster believed the peacock, took off his beautiful outfit and gave it to him, and he himself dressed in peacock feathers. In the beautiful outfit of the rooster, the peacock became the most beautiful bird. Joyful and proud, he went to distant lands.
Day passed. The night has passed. The rooster is waiting for the peacock. But there is no peacock. The rooster began to worry. The rooster could not stand it and cried:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
And again, again, but there is no peacock. The rooster was sad. Waiting for noon to come. It's noon. The rooster crows again. No peacock. Waiting for the evening. Evening has come. The rooster crows again and calls the peacock, but the peacock has disappeared.
And so the peacock disappeared, and with it the beautiful outfit of the rooster.
Since then, the roosters call the peacock, who has taken away their former beautiful outfit, three times every day - in the morning, at noon and in the evening.
One day a huge Rooster came to the Elephant and shouted loudly:
- Ku-ka-re-ku! The elephant was surprised:
- Why are you crowing?
And the Rooster rakes away the rubbish with its paws, pecks at the grains, and no, no, it will scream again.
- Kuka-re-ku!
The Elephant looked and looked at the Rooster and asked:
– Who eats more, you or me?
- I'll eat more! - the Rooster answered bravely. They started arguing. We argued and argued and let's eat. The elephant ate and ate, was full and fell asleep.
He woke up and saw that the Rooster was still pecking at the grain. The elephant started eating again. He ate and ate and fell asleep again.
The Elephant woke up, saw that evening was approaching, and the Rooster continued to tirelessly peck at the grain - Quickly, quickly he would peck and again:
- Ku-ka-re-ku!
“How greedy he is! – Elephant was surprised. “I have never seen such an insatiable animal.”
And the Rooster became self-important that he won the argument.
Fairy tales composed by the people themselves have been known to us since childhood. Either the mother or the grandmother tells them to the kids at night, reading baby books for very little ones. And then, at a slightly older age, many children themselves will read them and color along the contours. These simple and wise works are often used to make cartoons, which children also enjoy watching. The folk tale “The Cockerel - the Golden Comb” is one of these masterpieces. Let's read it again together.
Fairy tale "Cockerel is a golden comb." Characters
The main one is the Cockerel, who is constantly rescued from trouble. The rooster in Russian folk tales is the personification of courage, openness, but at the same time simplicity, gullibility and even some stupidity. The fox, on the contrary, is traditionally cunning and greedy. She constantly provokes Cockerel to “feat”, with her songs forcing him to fall into the clutches and be carried away from the house. The Cat and Drozd are, as it were, secondary characters, but in the fairy tale they play the main role of rescuing and returning the Cockerel.
The fairy tale “Cockerel - the Golden Comb” has a fairly simple plot. Cat, Drozd and Cockerel live together in a hut in the forest. They live together, helping each other. And when the Cat and Drozd go to chop wood, they leave the Cockerel on the farm, doing housekeeping, telling him to sit quietly and not stick his head out if the sly Fox comes.
The cockerel is left alone, and the Fox finds out about this and runs under the hut. She sings an alluring song, forcing the silly Cockerel to look out the window. Then the Fox grabs him and takes him to his hole. But the hero is not at a loss and screams, hoping to be heard by his friends, begging them for salvation. Friends hear and help out Cockerel.
A similar story, as usual in folk tales, is repeated three times. Cat and Drozd constantly fight back and stand up for their friend. And the last time they even resort to a certain trick, fooling the Fox with her own methods. The cat takes the harp, sitting in front of the fox's hole, and begins to play. Lisa comes out and gets what she deserves. And the three friends return to their hut.
Morality
The fairy tale “The Golden Comb Cockerel” has a rather simple moral: always help a friend, bailing him out of trouble. And also: friendship is above all, and a cunning and strong enemy can be defeated by everyone coming together. How wonderful it is when you have friends who are capable of heroic deeds for you.
Pushkin's fairy tale
Fairy tales written in verse, as a rule, attract more attention than they are considered author's, but can be based on folk stories. This is probably why it is easier to remember them, and the language looks richer, and the main characters are described in a more original way. Pushkin’s fairy tale “The Cockerel is a Golden Comb” also belongs to similar masterpieces. Today this work is known to every Russian schoolchild. A brief summary of its plot will fit on one notebook sheet. But the simplicity of the content is organically complemented by the genius of the language and the attraction of the characters described. And the inherent potential puts the work in verse at the level of the world's masterpieces of great storytellers. Let us also remember what the fairy tale “Cockerel - the Golden Comb”, written by Pushkin, is about.
A little about the fairy tale
Its content, of course, differs from the plot of the Russian folk tale, which is known to everyone. And the sources for its creation, according to some researchers, were the Arabic folklore of the Copts and Irving’s legend “About the Arab Stargazer”. And the golden comb Cockerel does not at all play the role of a positive hero here. Rather, it is a sword of retribution, an instrument of fate, designed to punish the careless one who did not keep his promise and killed the astrologer.