Snail
One cold, windy day in late spring, a snail began to climb a cherry tree.
The sparrows in the neighboring tree laughed heartily at her. Then one of them flew up to her and asked:
Hey you idiot, can't you see there are no cherries on this tree?
Without interrupting her journey, the little one answered:
They will when I get there.
Frog in boiling water
If you throw a frog into a pot of boiling water, it will jump out instantly. But, if the water is heated gradually, it will relax and miss the last opportunity to escape.
Silly fish
Excuse me, - once a small fish asked a big one, - do you know where to find the ocean?
The ocean is where you are now, - the big fish answered.
Elephant and flea
Somehow the flea decided to move the whole family into the elephant's ear. She called out to him:
Mr. Elephant, my family and I are planning to move into your ear. I believe that a week will be enough for you to consider our decision and let us know your objections, if any.
The elephant didn't even know the existence of the flea; he continued to lead his measured life. After conscientiously waiting for a week and not receiving an intelligible answer from the elephant, the flea considered that he agreed and moved to him.
A month later, the flea decided that the elephant's ear was not a good place to live after all. But you need to move to another place without hurting the feelings of the elephant.
In the end, the flea tactfully declared:
Mister elephant, sir, we've decided to move out. This does not apply to you - your ear is large and warm. It's just that the husband wants to be closer to his friends at the buffalo hoof. If you have any objections, please consider your decision and respond within the next week.
The elephant did not answer, so the flea moved out with a clear conscience.
The universe is unaware of your existence! Relax!
Frog
Once a frog got into a deep rut on a village road and could not get out. She jumped over and over again, but nothing came out of her. Other frogs tried to help her by stretching out their paws. But they didn't succeed.
Evening came, and they, oppressed and upset, left her to the will of fate. In the morning the frogs came to mourn and bury their friend and were surprised to see her galloping towards them in the middle of the road.
It's a miracle! How did you manage that? they began to question her.
Very simple. I just heard the cart coming.
Pig and cow
The pig complained to the cow that she was treated badly:
People always talk about your kindness and tender eyes. Of course, you give them milk and butter, but I give more: sausages, hams, skin and bristles, even my legs are boiled! And still no one loves me. Why so?
The cow thought for a moment and answered:
Maybe because I give everything while I'm still alive?
horse and pig
The farmer bought a thoroughbred horse for a rather impressive amount, but a month later the horse suddenly fell ill. The farmer called the veterinarian, and he, having examined the horse, concluded:
— Your horse has become infected with a dangerous virus, he needs to be given this medicine for three days. In three days I will come to visit him, and if he does not recover, I will have to euthanize him.
All this conversation was heard by a nearby pig. After the first day of taking the medicine, the horse did not recover. The pig came up to him and said:
- Come on, buddy, get up!
On the second day - the same thing, the medicine had no effect on the horse.
“Come on, my friend, get up, otherwise you will have to die,” the pig warned him.
On the third day, the horse was again given medicine, and again to no avail. The visiting vet said:
“Unfortunately, we have no choice, the horse needs to be euthanized, because he has a virus that can spread to other horses.
Hearing this, the pig ran to the horse and let's yell:
"Come on, the vet's already here, you have to get up, now or never!" Get up faster!
And then the horse suddenly got up and ran!
- What a miracle! exclaimed the farmer. - This should be celebrated! On this occasion, let's slaughter a pig!
good reward
The wolf has a huge bone stuck in its throat. The wolf was in a lot of pain. Finally he met a heron. “Dear heron,” said the wolf. "I'll reward you if you pull that bone out of my throat." "And what will that reward be?" - asked the heron. "It will be a nice big reward," the wolf croaked. The heron stuck its beak into the wolf's throat and pulled out the bone.
"Well, I'm waiting for a reward," said the heron. The wolf looked at the heron in surprise - “I didn’t bite off your head when you dug in my throat. Isn't this a worthy reward?"
Hungry wolf can't be stopped
One day a little lamb was galloping carelessly across the field. Unfortunately, no one warned the lamb that the wolf loves lamb and will not deny himself the pleasure of eating even after a hearty breakfast. The wolf at this time drank water from the stream. When he raised his head, he saw a little lamb. “Aha,” thought the wolf, “here is my dinner. True, it would be better to come up with some excuse for the fact that I will eat it. The wolf thought a little and growled: "Hey, you muddied my water." “Beeee,” bleated the lamb. - It's impossible. You're drinking upstream than me." The wolf frowned, but immediately shouted again: “I remembered: you were rude to me last year.” "No, that's impossible," said the lamb. I was just born into this." “Oh, so,” said the wolf, “then I will eat you simply because I want to eat.”
wolf in sheepskin for dinner
One wolf, big and vicious, came up with easy way get yourself dinner. He did not throw away the skin of the sheep he had just eaten, but wrapped himself in it so that other sheep could not recognize him as a wolf. After that, he made his way into the sheepfold - in time, before the door was closed for the night. "Ha ha ha," he chuckled under his breath. - he said and, seizing the wolf, dragged him into the yard.
The wolf is not a dog's friend
Every night, hungry wolves crept up to a herd of fat sheep, licking their tongues. But the dogs barked to warn the owner of the danger threatening the herd. Once a wolf crawled up to the dogs and said: “Listen, this is stupid. We are of the same blood, we are very similar. With only one difference: you wear collars and obey your master. But this is ridiculous. Let's better join us, and we will share these fat lambs among ourselves. The dogs scratched their heads thoughtfully and said, "Well, we might as well have a lamb for dinner." And let the dogs of the wolves into the herd. And the wolves gnawed through the dogs first, and then they stole all the sheep with them.
swimming lesson
There once lived a mischievous calf. He always did the wrong thing.
His mother cow told him, "Never bathe in the river near the mill. It's too dangerous there." But the calf, of course, was there and bathed the next day. The river near the mill was indeed fast and dangerous, and soon the calf began to sink. but he was lucky - a wise cow came ashore. "Help!" - shouted the calf and immediately for the third time went under the water with his head. The cow began to lecture the calf about how dangerous the river was in this place and how stupid it was of him to swim in this place. "Please help!" - the calf shouted, going under water for the fourth time. - Pull me ashore, and there you can lecture as much as you like. Otherwise, I may not listen to them until the end"
Grateful little mouse
One day, the little mouse was running somewhere about his business, and before he had time to figure out what was happening, he suddenly realized that he had run right up to the jaws of a sleeping lion. The lion woke up, grabbed the mouse and was about to eat it, but he squealed: “Please don’t eat me, lion. You are so big and I am so small. But who knows, maybe I'll come in handy someday. The lion laughed - how can a tiny mouse help him, but still let him go. Several days passed, and the lion was caught in a hunting net. The lion roared in despair, and the little mouse was right there. “I heard you calling me,” said the mouse. "Wait, I'll free you now!" All night the mouse gnawed at the ropes, and at last the lion was free. Since then, the mouse has lived in warmth and safety in the lion's den.
smart donkey
There once lived a donkey. He grew old and became much smarter than he was in his youth. Every day the owner piled heavy bales on his back and the donkey waited for only one thing - the onset of night. And before he went to bed, he liked to have a hearty dinner.
Once, when the bales on his back were especially heavy, a breathless owner ran up to him and said: “Come on, rush at full speed, otherwise the soldiers will come here - they will seize all my property.” The donkey thought. “And if they capture me,” he asked, “they will load me even more than you?” The owner did not guess what was in the mind of his donkey, and replied: “No, I don’t think so.” Then the donkey said to him: “Well then, I don’t think I will be in a hurry. Whoever seizes your property, for me, life may change for the better.
Donkey trying to become a dog
Every evening, the donkey saw the yard dog joyfully meet the owner and wag his tail. The owner usually stroked the dog's head, then took out something tasty from his pocket and gave it to the dog. The donkey was filled with jealousy. And the next time, seeing the owner, the donkey began to bounce and wag its tail. But the donkey was so big that, jumping up, knocked down the owner. And instead of tasty, as a punishment, the owner tied the donkey to the fence.
envious goat
A donkey and a goat lived on the same farm. The goat himself had to get his own food, and the donkey, which worked all day long, was fed by the farmer. And the goat began to envy the donkey, not at all thinking about how hard he had to work. And once a goat drove a donkey into a pit - he fell and badly hurt his leg. The peasant called the animal doctor, he examined the donkey and said: “In order for this donkey to recover as soon as possible, you need to give it goat broth to drink.” The goat heard these words and how it rushes to run - only they saw it.
God loves those who take care of our little brothers
This day at the Rainbow Bridge was unlike any other day.
It was gray, bleak and oppressive. Animals that had not been on the bridge for so long could not understand what was happening. but the old-timers were clear. They gathered at the edge of the bridge and began to watch.
Soon everyone saw an old dog approaching the Bridge with its head lowered and its tail drooping. The beasts that had been on the Rainbow Bridge for a long time already knew in advance what happened to this dog - they saw such situations too often.
The dog approached slowly, apparently in great mental pain, although it showed no signs of injury or illness. For some reason, she did not become, like other animals, happy and healthy again. The dog approached, thinking that now it would cross the cherished line, and the closer it came, the happier it became. But then an angel blocked the dog's path, who apologized and said that animals without accompanying people cannot cross the Rainbow Bridge. The old dog had nowhere else to go, and she went out into the field in front of the bridge, where there were old animals like her, who had come to the bridge without a human friend.
They lay on the green grass, staring fixedly at the path that led to the Bridge.
The new dog lay down with them, also looking at the Bridge and waiting for something.
One of the Newcomers to Most asked a dog that had lived there for a long time:
"Who is this dog and why doesn't he get healthy and young like us?"
“You see,” the old-timer replied, “this dog was taken to the shelter when he grew old, as you see him - an old dog with graying hair and eyes covered with a film of old age. At his last moment, only an employee of the shelter could give him their love, calm him down and caress him. Since he had no family, no one can take him across the Bridge.
-And what will happen to him now? the newcomer asked.
While he was waiting for an answer, everyone saw how the clouds parted, and a man approached in the Bridge. All the animals that were waiting for something in the field near the Bridge were flooded with golden light, and immediately became young and healthy again. Many more animals ran up to the Bridge, seeing the stranger. They bowed low to him, and he stroked their heads and scratched behind their ears. Together they went to the Bridge and crossed it.
-What is it? - Asked the newbie.
This person is a shelter worker. The animals that bowed to him found a new home thanks to him. They will cross the Bridge when their masters are here. And those who crossed the Bridge with him never had a home. When an employee of the shelter comes here, he is allowed to show his love for animals for the last time. He brings all the poor, useless animals across the bridge.
-I love such people! - said the newcomer.
-And God too! - was the answer.
"Ugly Cat"
We live in this world correctly if we love it correctly...
Every inhabitant of our house knew how Ugly our Local Cat was.
Ugly Cat loved three things in this world, and these are: the struggle for survival, eating "what will turn up" and, let's say, love. The combination of these things, plus living homeless in our yard, left indelible marks on Ugly Cat's body.
To start. The Ugly Cat only had one eye. On the same side, the ear was also missing, and the left leg was once broken and fused at some incredible angle, which gave the impression that the cat was always going to turn the corner. His tail was missing. There was only a small stub with a brush at the end. And, if not for the many scars that cover the head and even the shoulders of the Ugly Cat, he could be called a dark gray tabby cat.
Anyone who looked at him at least once had the same reaction: “What an UGLY cat!”. All children were strictly forbidden to touch it. The adults threw stones at him in the yard to drive him away and slammed the door in his face so that he could not enter the apartment. Our janitor watered him with a hose when he tried to approach her.
Surprisingly, the Ugly Cat always showed the same reaction. If he was watered with a hose, he obediently got wet until the tormentor got tired of this fun. If something was thrown at him, he rubbed himself against his legs, as if asking for forgiveness. If he saw children, he ran headlong towards them and rubbed his head against his hands and purred loudly, begging for affection. If someone did take him in his arms, he immediately began to suck on the corner of his blouse, a button, or anything else that he could reach.
But, one day, the Ugly Cat ran into the neighbor's dogs. From my window, I heard the barking of dogs, his cries for help and the commands “Face!” dog owners, and immediately rushed to help. When I got to him, the Ugly Cat was badly bitten, covered in blood and almost dead. He lay curled up in a ball. His back, legs, back of the body completely lost their original shape. His life was coming to an end. A tear mark crossed his muzzle.
As I carried him home, he wheezed and choked. I ran him home!! And most of all I was afraid of hurting him even more. Meanwhile he tried to suck my ear...
I stopped and, choking with tears, pressed him to me. The cat touched his head to the palm of my hand, his golden eye turned in my direction, and I heard... purring!! Even while experiencing such terrible pain, the Cat asked for one thing - a drop of Love! Perhaps a bit of Compassion... And at that moment I thought I was dealing with the most loving being I have ever met in my life. The most loving and internally the most beautiful. He just looked at me, confident that I could ease his pain.
The Ugly Cat died in my arms before I could reach the house, and I sat at my porch for a long time, holding him on my knees.
Subsequently, I thought a lot about how one unfortunate cripple could change my ideas about what true purity of spirit, true and boundless love is. So it really was. The Ugly Cat taught me more about compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or conversations. And I will always be grateful to him. His body was crippled, and my soul was scratched. The time has come for me to learn to love truly and deeply. Give love to your neighbor without a trace.
Most of us want to be richer, more successful, strong and beautiful.
And I will always strive for one thing - to love like an Ugly Cat ...
We live in this world correctly if we love it correctly!
real paradise
A man, a horse and a dog were walking along the road. When they passed under a huge tree, lightning struck and turned the three of them into ashes. However, the man did not understand that he had left this world and continued on his way with his two animals (sometimes it takes a little time for the dead to realize their new position).
The path was very long, and they climbed a hill. The sun was very strong and they were sweaty and thirsty.
At one turn of the road, they saw a beautiful marble gate that led to a square paved with golden slabs.
Our traveler went to the man who guarded the entrance and there was such a dialogue between them:
- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon - the guard answered.
What is the name of this beautiful place?
- It is a paradise.
- It's good that we got to Paradise, because we are thirsty!
- You may, Sir, come in and drink as much as you like. And the guard showed him the source.
- Yes, but my horse and dog are also thirsty.
- I'm very sorry, - said the guard, - but animals are not allowed here.
The man refused with great difficulty, although he was very thirsty, but did not even think of drinking alone. He thanked the guard and continued on his way.
When they had gone far enough up the hill, exhausted, all three of them reached another place, the entrance to which was separated by a small old door that led to a field road surrounded by trees.
A man was sitting in the shade of a tree with a hat on his head. He must have been sleeping.
“Good afternoon,” said the traveler.
The man nodded in response.
- We want to drink me, my horse and dog.
“There is a spring among the rocks,” he said, pointing to the place.
- You can drink as much as you like.
Man, horse and dog went to the spring and calmed their thirst.
The traveler returned to thank the man.
“You can come back as often as you like,” he replied.
"What's the name of this place," the man asked, taking advantage of the opportunity.
- Paradise
- Paradise? But the guard of the marble entrance told me that Paradise is there!
- In fact, it was Hell - those who leave their true friends remain there, the guard answered.
.............
Never leave your true friends, even if it gets you into trouble.
If they provide their love and friendship, you have a duty: never leave them.
Because befriending someone is a blessing, having a friend is a gift, keeping a friend is a virtue, and being someone's friend... - It's an Honor..
two trees
To Once upon a time, two trees grew in the same forest. When the raindrops fell on the leaves or the water washed the roots of the first tree, it absorbed quite a bit and said: "If I take more, what will be left for others?"
The second tree took all the water that nature gave it. When the sun gave light and warmth to the second tree, it enjoyed bathing in golden rays, and the first took only a small part for itself.
Years have passed. The branches and leaves of the first tree were so small that they could not absorb even a drop of rain, the sun's rays could not get through to the meager fruits, being lost in the crowns of other trees.
“I have given all my life to others, and now I receive nothing in return,” the tree quietly repeated again and again.
Nearby grew the second hero of our parable, whose luxurious branches were richly decorated with large fruits.
"Thank you, Almighty, for giving me everything in this life. Now, years later, I want to give hundreds of times more by doing what you do. Under my branches, I will shelter thousands of travelers from the scorching sun or rain "My fruits will delight many generations of people with their taste. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to give," said the second tree.
WITH A HUMAN HEART
M. Skrebtsova
Grew up in one village oak. He was old, old. Nobody knew exactly how old he was. The old people said that when they were children, the oak already seemed old. Oak was loved in the village. There were many signs and beliefs around him. It was impossible to swear rudely near the oak - you will certainly get sick later. It was impossible to throw garbage on the ground near the oak - unfortunately unexpected. It was impossible to break the branches near the oak - they said that it was to death. And there were happy omens too. At the oak, young people declared their love so that love would grow stronger; expectant mothers came to the oak tree, they gained strength; newborn children were brought to the oak tree so that they would grow up healthy; sick people were brought to the oak tree so that the power of the tree would overflow in them. Sometimes the oak really helped. More often, everything went on in people's lives, as they themselves wanted it to be. However, the oak was treated with respect.
Once the house near the oak was sold. The new owner did not know anything about the oak and decided to cut it down as soon as it settled down in a new place:
- Look out the window - one oak before your eyes. He blocks all the light for me.
But this is not an easy task - to cut down an oak tree. The owner needed help. He began to go from house to house, asking if anyone could help. Nobody wanted to listen to him. On the contrary, people dissuaded him, frightened him with signs. And the owner, at least henna, stands on his own:
If you don't want to, I can do it alone, without help.
On the heels of what he had planned, he had a dream. Lightning flashes, there is a hurricane in the yard, the old oak creaks with all branches and branches, as if talking to the wind:
- I have outlived my own, wind, that's enough. Not nice to people anymore. Previously, a good husband and wife lived here, talked to me, admired my beauty. I did not know grief. Not such hurricanes withstood. The human heart filled me with warmth and kindness. And now my strength has disappeared, I don’t feel a human heart next to me, I’m lonely, I’m dying.
There was a crack, the oak tilted. The gusts of wind were so strong that the whole house shook.
The owner thought in horror:
“Lord, if it falls on my house, there will be no living place left from me and from my house.
He ran out into the street in what he was and begged:
— Don't fall, hold on, buddy! You are strong enough to die. Look, the wind has already begun to subside, hold on. The owner ran up to the oak itself, hugged him, grabbed him with all his strength, began to support ...
The tree cracked with all the branches. At one moment, it shuddered and swayed so violently that the whole earth trembled around, and the owner woke up at that moment...
The first thing he did was rush to the window. The morning sun shone, and the oak stood as if nothing had happened. The owner's heart was relieved.
“God be with you, live in good health, since you are so gentle.”
Since then the owner with oak best friends become.
QUESTIONS AND TASKS:
What do you think, if the owner had not had this dream, would he have fulfilled his plan?
Write a fairy tale about the friendship between the owner and the oak tree.
What do you think, what should be a person to make friends with a tree? Would you like to make friends with any tree and why?
Which tree do you think hurts more when it is cut down: old or young?
COTTAGE
M. Skrebtsova
Once a girl picked up a bunch of blue copses-snowdrops in the forest. The forest was cold and damp. The snow hasn't gone yet. The girl took pity on delicate flowers on fragile legs and said:
- You hurried to break out of the earth, so you are chilling now. Although your brown legs are dressed in warm fluff, you yourself are so defenseless, you can’t cope with the cold! I'll take you home.
And so the girl did. At home, she put her flowers in a jar of water. But I soon noticed that the flowers of the head hung up and began to wither.
The girl got upset and cried. Suddenly he hears a voice:
- Do not Cry. It's too late to cry now. We copses can only grow in the forest. We are firmly connected to the earth. Our roots did not sleep under the snow in winter, they grew buds by spring. Our buds have become strong, hardy, so we bloomed with blue flowers.
The girl was surprised, leaned over the flowers and asked:
- Was it not chilly for you in the forest in the damp wind?
One of the flowers answers:
Of course it was cold. But someone must meet the spring-red. If she sees that no one meets her, and does not want to come. Here we are in a hurry to get out from under the snow. That's why we are snowdrops. Spring always rejoices when it sees us. From the joy of spring, the air immediately becomes warm, and we warm ourselves.
“Forgive me, copses,” the girl asked, “that I prevented you from meeting spring.
The copses answer:
“We are not offended by you, spring has only just begun. Our sister copses will soon bloom in all the copses. No wonder we were given the name Pereleski. So there is someone to meet the spring-red.
After this incident, the girl no longer collected copses, but often came to admire them and asked them about everything.
“Your blue flowers, copses are good, but your leaves don’t suit you at all, they are so rough and covered with spots,” said the girl.
“Our leaves are great workers,” answered the copses. - They grew up last year and all summer they absorbed the warmth of the sun, collected reserves in the rhizome. Then we spent the whole winter under the snow, helping our buds to grow rhizomes. No wonder they look like this. As soon as we fade, the old leaves will be replaced by young leaves. At first, they are covered with soft fluff, but soon they will become smooth in order to better absorb the warmth of the sun, to collect more supplies.
Since then, the girl came to the copses every spring, and their thin voices rang joyfully:
- Greetings to you, girl, from spring-red!
QUESTIONS AND TASKS:
What new things did you learn about copses from this fairy tale?
What feelings do the first spring flowers evoke in your soul?
Draw a spring fairy in a dress decorated with copses.
What do you think the girl will be when she grows up? Write a fairy tale about how a girl made friends with all the forest flowers.
She asks her:
“Why don’t you, sister, look like us?” Your dress is completely different. On a thick green stalk you have white flowers in a tassel, and we have one flower each on a thin stalk. Our flowers are like eyes with eyelash petals in different sides, and yours - with the upper and lower lip and a long spur. Your character is also not ours, not violet. We hide in the grass, and you raise your stem above all. But most of all I'm interested in why you sleep during the day and smell fragrant at night? You're missing out on all the fun! Every day spring gives the forest something amazing.
The night violet answers her:
- If everyone sleeps at night, who will feed the nocturnal forest butterflies? For nocturnal insects, nocturnal flowers must grow. In addition, sister, there are no less miracles in the forest at night: after all, spring does not go to bed at night. Besides, I am not from the violet family at all, but from the orchid family. You and I, violet, are similar in fragrantness, so people called me a night violet for the fragrant smell. Spring itself calls me forest spirits of the night.
So don't bother me, sister, to sleep, to gain strength for the night. Bumblebees, bees, flies and butterflies - they don’t wake me up during the day, they protect my sleep. So that they do not confuse my white flowers with some other flowers, during the day I try not to smell.
MAY FAIR
M. Skrebtsova
Fairy of everyone spring month The forest met with various gifts. It was time for the new Fairy to go to the forest, and he was already preparing flowers for her in his glades. One day, the April Fairy returned from the forest with a basket, full of flowers. There were all sorts of flowers in it: the fashionable lungwort, and the fragile copse, and the coquettish anemone, and the golden rams-keys. Her sister, Fairy Maya, flew up to her and gasped:
- Oh, sister, what flowers the forest gave you! If only I could receive such a gift. Will Les have enough strength for me and time.
The April Fairy answers her sister:
The forest is waiting for you, it won't wait. He began to grow flowers for you while I was still with me. I was going to pluck them, but he did not allow me, he said that they were yours. Fly, sister, to him quickly.
Fairy May flew into the forest, sank down into a fragrant forest clearing and looked around. Between two wide and green leaves, little white fragrant bells on long stems rose and tinkled softly. The Fairy leaned towards them, put them in her basket and said:
- Thank you, Les, for meeting me with May lilies of the valley - my favorite flowers of spring.
Noisy branches Forest:
“If you bend down, you will notice another gift from me. He is more modest than a lily of the valley, but he is also handsome. They call him a miner. This is the younger brother of the lily of the valley, so its greenish-white buds and red berries are smaller.
The May Fairy looked and sees, right at her feet, her tiny flower grows with a spikelet of white fragrant flowers. Two green leaves of the spikelets embraced, just like a lily of the valley. The flowers of the mine gave off a surprisingly delicate jasmine smell, which the May Fairy could not breathe.
Les answers her:
- I have prepared another fragrant gift for you. Run along this forest path and you will see him.
The Fairy went along the forest path. In the meantime, it was getting dark. The Fairy was worried that she would not find a gift from the forest in the dark, but the Forest reassured her:
“Don’t worry, beauty, these flowers themselves will show you the path in the dark.
Indeed, the darker it became, the stronger the amazing aroma called the Fairy. She went straight to the smell and sees white flower clusters flaunting on tall thick stems. Around the night butterflies and curl.
Forest says to Fairy:
- Take, Fairy, orchids in your basket - the most fragrant May flowers. They are fragrant only at dusk. For this they are called night violets.
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There are somehow two monkeys from the planet of meat-eaters and the planet of vegetarians on the moon. The meat-eating monkey got hungry when she saw another vegetarian monkey. And I already wanted to dine with it, when I suddenly saw a lot of food in the hands of a vegetarian monkey. ...
talking cats Sufi parable
There lived two young men. They were not satisfied with their lives and went in search of a teacher. We walked for many days, we saw a lot, until we heard about the great saint. They decided to ask him to be his apprentice. We walked for several days and on the way to the village, ...
Guru Arjan on hot stones Indian parable
The fifth Guru of the Sikhs was Guru Arjan. The ruler of the country decided to punish him for no reason. In June, during the hottest time of the year, he was forced to sit on red-hot stones, under which a fire was burning. Hot sand rained down on his head. Punishment...
Zuigan Calls the Master A Zen Parable
Every day, Zuigan Shigen addressed himself: - The real "I"! - and immediately answered: - Yes, I'm listening. - Wake up! Wake up! - he said and immediately answered: - Good, good. "In the future, don't give others a reason to despise you, and don't let them leave you in...
Achieve perfection Taoist parable from Chuang Tzu
Among the disciples of Lao Tzu was a man named Gengsan Chu, who understood his teachings better than others. He settled on the northern slope of Weilei Hill, drove away the servants who excelled in knowledge, and sent away the concubines who were famous for their kindness. He approached...
Lumberjacks Parable by Émile-Auguste Chartier
The time has come when in the groves on the slopes of the hills the axes of the woodcutters knock. Everywhere heaps of branches are piled up, piles of logs are stacked; and since the greenery of the foliage has only just clouded the forest, chopped branches and crippled trees are striking everywhere. - ...
roasted sunflower Parable from Viktor Krotov
There lived a poor man. He had only one sunflower seed, and even that was roasted. He planted it in the ground and prays to Heaven for a sunflower to grow. And here is a miracle: it has grown! And the seeds in it were already fried. After all, the poor man did not have a frying pan. He ate and thought: “If so ...
Bird Wildlife Zen Parable
Once a man was praying in the monastery courtyard in front of a statue of Buddha. Raising his head, he suddenly saw a bird shit right on the Buddha's head. This man immediately had a question, and he ran with it to the Ch'an master: "Does the bird have...
living spring Fable of Sergei Mikhalkov
From the bowels of the earth stubbornly broke through And finally broke through and emerged the Inexhaustible Spring. The deer descended to him to drink, He gave water to the traveler who met him, As in a mirror, the month was reflected in it, And he always, to the bottom, remained transparent, Ready ...
Why worry? Taoist parable
A person should be a friend to all living things... This is an old, never fading, but often forgotten truth. Nature - a tree, an animal, a flower, a bird - must be loved, protected, protected. The animal should make a person want to caress, warm him, and not torment him. Remember the words of Sergei Yesenin: "And the animals, like our smaller brothers, never hit on the head ...". Not only the aphorisms of great people, but also some Russian folk proverbs devoted respect for nature and love for it.
Love for nature and living beings can be compared with a litmus test: it will unmistakably show what kind of heart a person has - good or evil lives in it. Kindness is a great force, without kindness there is no person. And cruelty is born very easily. And it is especially easy to poison the soul of a person with it when he is small and has not yet had time to experience anything in life.
That is why it is so important to study at school lessons proverbs about love for nature and respect for it, about protection environment . There are not so many such proverbs and sayings in the treasury of folk wisdom, because in former times the life of people was much more closely connected with nature than now. Peasants, collective farmers worked in the field, got food in the forest, in reservoirs. But at all times, one thing is important: nature must be valued and protected. Nature is our home.
Proverbs about protecting nature
What you save today will be useful tomorrow.
Do not expect mercy from nature, plant a garden yourself, and grow it yourself.
All nature flaunts in spring.
Life is given for good deeds.
Good to sow - good to reap.
There is no bad land, there are bad owners.
The bird is small, but it also protects its nest.
Wealth is not money - thrift and reason.
And for worse and for good they teach from a young age.
The tree is soon planted, but not soon the fruit is eaten from it.
What is the garden, such are the apples.
The garden is red with a fence, and the vine is with grapes.
A good gardener has a good garden.
A good gardener is a large gooseberry.
Life is not red in days, but red in deeds.
Another lives - only chews bread, sleeps - smokes the sky.
Live more peacefully, so everyone will be nicer.
Cruel temper will not be right.
A good deed will not go unrewarded.
The swallow sang about a good deed.
Good deed - and like the sun warmed.
What goes around comes around.
As it comes around, so it will respond.
Good seed - good and shoot.
The protective forest belt is our pride and beauty.
Take care of your dear land, like a beloved mother.
God saves man, who save himself.
Thrift is the best wealth.
Protect like the apple of your eye.
Natural beauty cannot be washed away with soap.
Do not spit in the well - you will need water to drink.
Own land and in a handful is sweet.
Groves and forests - the beauty of the whole region.
The green fence is a living joy.
A tree is precious not only for its fruits, but also for its leaves.
Plant a forest in the field - there will be more bread.
In a pine forest - to pray, in a birch - to have fun.
Protect nature! Proverbs
Proverbs about the need to protect nature:
Without time to destroy the forest - there will be nothing to cut down the hut from.
To live near the forest is not to be hungry.
And tears flow from the birch when the peel is torn from it.
Spark the carcass before the fire, take the trouble before the impact.
Whoever did not plant a tree should not lie in the shade.
Whoever removes the bark from a tree kills it.
The forest does not cry over the tree, but dries over the undergrowth.
A lot of forest - do not destroy, little forest - take care, no forest - plant.
A man is chopping a pine tree, and the wood chips are hitting the mushrooms.
Do not protect the shoots, do not see the tree.
Not all cut that grows.
It is not difficult to cut down a tree, but it is difficult to grow a forest.
One person leaves a trail in the forest, a hundred people leave a path, a thousand leave a desert.
One spark burns the whole forest.
The plant is an ornament to the earth.
It's easy to destroy, but what about the soul?
You say - do not turn back; write - do not erase; cut off - do not attach.
Chop down a tree - five minutes, grow - a hundred years.
Breaking a tree is a second, but growing it takes years.
Cut down trees - goodbye birds.
A tree that is cut down will not grow back.
So the forest cried for you over the ax handle.
Stork on the roof - the world in the house.
Boron was brought down, and the nightingale is crying over the nest.
There would be a forest, and the nightingales would fly.
Destroy the nest - kill yourself.
The nightingale does not need a golden cage, but he needs an earthly branch.
Feed the birds in winter, they will repay you with kindness in summer.
They cut down the bushes - goodbye, birds.
Know how to hunt, know how to take care of game.
The Volga is the mother of all rivers.
Earth feeds people...
The earth feeds people like a mother of children.
Native land is a cradle, someone else's is a holey trough.
Native land is better than a foreign land full of silver and gold.
Native bush and hare roads.
Without a master, the land is an orphan.
The earth loves affection.
Then water the earth, protect the earth with your chest.
Mother Earth is your nurse.
Fish - water, birds - air, and man - the whole earth.
The earth is a grave for the enemy, and protection for us.
The earth rests in winter and blooms in spring.
The earth is a breadwinner, and she asks for food.
The mother of cheese-earth feeds everyone, waters everyone, clothes everyone, warms everyone with her body.
Although the earth feeds, it also asks for food.
The land is black and White bread will give birth.
The earth loves care.
The earth is a plate: what you put in is what you take out.
Do not offend the earth - plant oats.
Flowers that children love care.
Where there is a flower, there is honey.
Proverbs about love for nature
From your native land - die, do not go.
Own land and in a handful is sweet.
The Motherland is dearest of all to our people.
The Holy Russian land is great, and the sun is everywhere.
Every bird loves its nest.
Everyone has their own side.
Where someone is born, there it will come in handy.
To each his own sweet land.
On the native side and the pebble is familiar.
There is nothing more beautiful in the world than our Motherland.
Motherland is more beautiful than the sun, more precious than gold.
Native land is a paradise for the heart.
That bird is stupid, which does not like its nest.
Without love for a person, there is no love for the Motherland.
Take care of your beloved land, like a mother, dear.
Look for good on the side, and love the house in the old days.
Only he will be honored who loves his homeland not in word, but in deed.
Where the pine has grown, there it is red.
Beloved homeland - mother, dear.
And the wormwood grows on its root.
And the dog knows his side.
Whoever loves the earth cheese mother will not be hungry.
Who cherishes the earth, the earth pities him.
Respect the earth, it gives a harvest.
The Volga is the mother of all rivers.
1. Green dress of the earth
(Great commonwealth; tree wonder; mighty blade of grass)
2. Tales of trees
(Krasnolesye; chernolesye; practical tasks and questions)
3. Tales of flowers
(Spring flowers; forest outfits; indoor flowers)
Fragments from the book on environmental care
HUMAN HEART
M. Skrebtsova
Grew up in one village oak. He was old, old. Nobody knew exactly how old he was. The old people said that when they were children, the oak already seemed old. Oak was loved in the village. There were many signs and beliefs around him. It was impossible to swear rudely near the oak - you will certainly get sick later. It was impossible to throw garbage on the ground near the oak - unfortunately unexpected. It was impossible to break off the branches at the oak - they said that it was to death. And there were happy omens too. At the oak, young people declared their love so that love would grow stronger; expectant mothers came to the oak tree, they gained strength; newborn children were brought to the oak tree so that they would grow up healthy; sick people were brought to the oak tree so that the power of the tree would overflow in them. Sometimes the oak really helped. More often, everything went on in people's lives, as they themselves wanted it to be. However, the oak was treated with respect.
Once the house near the oak was sold. The new owner did not know anything about the oak and decided to cut it down as soon as it settled down in a new place:
You look out the window - one oak before your eyes. He blocks all the light for me.
But this is not an easy task - to cut down an oak tree. The owner needed help. He began to go from house to house, asking if anyone could help. Nobody wanted to listen to him. On the contrary, people dissuaded him, frightened him with signs. And the owner, at least henna, stands on his own:
If you don't want to, I can do it alone, without help.
On the heels of what he had planned, he had a dream. Lightning flashes, there is a hurricane in the yard, the old oak creaks with all branches and branches, as if talking to the wind:
I have outlived my own, wind, that's enough. Not nice to people anymore. Previously, a good husband and wife lived here, talked to me, admired my beauty. I did not know grief. Not such hurricanes withstood. The human heart filled me with warmth and kindness. And now my strength has disappeared, I don’t feel a human heart next to me, I’m lonely, I’m dying.
There was a crack, the oak tilted. The gusts of wind were so strong that the whole house shook.
The owner thought in horror:
Lord, if it falls on my house, there will be no living place left from me and from my house.
He ran out into the street in what he was and begged:
Don't fall, hold on, buddy! You are strong enough to die. Look, the wind has already begun to subside, hold on. The owner ran up to the oak itself, hugged him, grabbed him with all his strength, began to support ...
The tree cracked with all the branches. At one moment, it shuddered and swayed so violently that the whole earth trembled around, and the owner woke up at that moment...
The first thing he did was rush to the window. The morning sun shone, and the oak stood as if nothing had happened. The owner's heart was relieved.
God be with you, live on health, since you are so gentle.
Since then, the owner and the oak have become best friends.
What do you think, if the owner had not had this dream, would he have fulfilled his plan?
Write a fairy tale about the friendship between the owner and the oak tree.
What do you think, what should be a person to make friends with a tree? Would you like to make friends with any tree and why?
Which tree do you think hurts more when it is cut down: old or young?
COTTAGE
M. Skrebtsova
Once a girl picked up a bunch of blue copses-snowdrops in the forest. The forest was cold and damp. The snow hasn't gone yet. The girl took pity on delicate flowers on fragile legs and said:
You hurried to get out of the ground, so you are chilling now. Although your brown legs are dressed in warm fluff, you yourself are so defenseless, you can’t cope with the cold! I'll take you home.
And so the girl did. At home, she put her flowers in a jar of water. But I soon noticed that the flowers of the head hung up and began to wither.
The girl got upset and cried. Suddenly he hears a voice:
Do not Cry. It's too late to cry now. We copses can only grow in the forest. We are firmly connected to the earth. Our roots did not sleep under the snow in winter, they grew buds by spring. Our buds have become strong, hardy, so we bloomed with blue flowers.
The girl was surprised, leaned over the flowers and asked:
Wasn't it chilly for you in the forest in the damp wind?
One of the flowers answers:
Of course it was cold. But someone must meet the spring-red. If she sees that no one meets her, and does not want to come. Here we are in a hurry to get out from under the snow. That's why we are snowdrops. Spring always rejoices when it sees us. From the joy of spring, the air immediately becomes warm, and we warm ourselves.
Forgive me, copses, - the girl asked, - that I prevented you from meeting spring.
The copses answer:
We are not offended by you, because spring has just begun. Our sister copses will soon bloom in all the copses. No wonder we were given the name Pereleski. So there is someone to meet the spring-red.
After this incident, the girl no longer collected copses, but often came to admire them and asked them about everything.
Your blue flowers and copses are good, but your leaves don’t suit you at all, they are so rough and covered with spots, ”the girl said.
Our leaves are great workers, answered the copses. - They grew up last year and all summer they absorbed the warmth of the sun, collected reserves in the rhizome. Then we spent the whole winter under the snow, helping our buds to grow rhizomes. No wonder they look like this. As soon as we fade, the old leaves will be replaced by young leaves. At first, they are covered with soft fluff, but soon they will become smooth in order to better absorb the warmth of the sun, to collect more supplies.
Since then, the girl came to the copses every spring, and their thin voices rang joyfully:
Greetings to you, girl, from spring-red!
QUESTIONS AND TASKS FOR THE BOOK ON CARE OF THE ENVIRONMENT:
What new things did you learn about copses from this fairy tale?
What feelings do the first spring flowers evoke in your soul?
Draw a spring fairy in a dress decorated with copses.
What do you think the girl will be when she grows up? Write a fairy tale about how a girl made friends with all the forest flowers.
How do you think people can help herbs and flowers? How, in turn, flowers and herbs can help a person?
Write a fairy tale about how forest grasses and flowers invited a girl to a forest festival.
TWO VIOLETS
M. Skrebtsova
One day a fragrant violet woke up a night violet. She really wanted to understand why the night violet was not like all other violets.
She asks her:
Why are you, sister, not like us? Your dress is completely different. On a thick green stalk you have white flowers in a tassel, and we have one flower each on a thin stalk. Our flowers are like eyes with eyelash petals in different directions, and yours - with an upper and lower lip and a long spur. Your character is also not ours, not violet. We hide in the grass, and you raise your stem above all. But most of all I'm interested in why you sleep during the day and smell fragrant at night? You're missing out on all the fun! Every day spring gives the forest something amazing.
The night violet answers her:
If everyone sleeps at night, who will feed the nocturnal forest butterflies? For nocturnal insects, nocturnal flowers must grow. In addition, sister, there are no less miracles in the forest at night: after all, spring does not go to bed at night. Besides, I am not from the violet family at all, but from the orchid family. You and I, violet, are similar in fragrantness, so people called me a night violet for the fragrant smell. Spring itself calls me forest spirits of the night.
So don't bother me, sister, to sleep, to gain strength for the night. Bumblebees, bees, flies and butterflies - they don’t wake me up during the day, they protect my sleep. So that they do not confuse my white flowers with some other flowers, during the day I try not to smell.
There is nothing to say to the fragrant violet, she realized that each flower has its own forest happiness.
If you see white flowers in the forest night violets collected in a long brush, do not be surprised that insects do not fly up to them. This flower has a life according to its own clock.
QUESTIONS AND TASKS FOR THE BOOK ON CARE OF THE ENVIRONMENT:
Whose do you think forest life lighter and more interesting: night violets or fragrant violets? What other flowers do not sleep at night?
Write a fairy tale about how one night violet was friends with a night butterfly.
Write a fairy tale about how night butterflies celebrated the night violet's birthday.
Write a fairy tale about how the fragrant violet once decided nightlife live.
FAIRY MAYA
M. Skrebtsova
Fairy every spring month Forest met with different gifts. It was time for the new Fairy to go to the forest, and he was already preparing flowers for her in his glades. One day, the April Fairy returned from the forest with a basket full of flowers. There were all sorts of flowers in it: the fashionable lungwort, and the fragile copse, and the coquettish anemone, and the golden rams-keys. Her sister, Fairy Maya, flew up to her and gasped:
Oh, sister, what flowers the Forest gave you! If only I could receive such a gift. Will Les have enough strength for me and time.
The April Fairy answers her sister:
The forest is waiting for you, it will not wait. He began to grow flowers for you while I was still with me. I was going to pluck them, but he did not allow me, he said that they were yours. Fly, sister, to him quickly.
Fairy May flew into the forest, sank down into a fragrant forest clearing and looked around. Between two wide and green leaves, little white fragrant bells on long stems rose and tinkled softly. The Fairy leaned towards them, put them in her basket and said:
Thank you, Les, for meeting me with May lilies of the valley - my favorite flowers of spring.
Noisy branches Forest:
If you bend down, you'll notice another gift from me. He is more modest than a lily of the valley, but he is also handsome. They call him a miner. This is the younger brother of the lily of the valley, so its greenish-white buds and red berries are smaller.
The May Fairy looked and sees, right at her feet, her tiny flower grows with a spikelet of white fragrant flowers. Two green leaves of the spikelets embraced, just like a lily of the valley. The flowers of the mine gave off a surprisingly delicate jasmine smell, which the May Fairy could not breathe.
Then the Forest again called the Fairy:
May Fairy fluttered merrily and flew to another forest clearing. The glade greeted her with a blue-violet fragrance. The May Fairy took a closer look and understood everything. It is in the grass that fragrant violets have blossomed.
The Fairy picked up a bunch of violets and said:
What fragrant gifts you have, dear Les. In my basket, like a bouquet of spring perfume gathered.
Les answers her:
I have prepared another fragrant gift for you. Run along this forest path and you will see him.
The Fairy went along the forest path. In the meantime, it was getting dark. The Fairy was worried that she would not find a gift from the forest in the dark, but the Forest reassured her:
Do not worry, beauty, these flowers themselves will show you the path in the dark.
Indeed, the darker it became, the stronger the amazing aroma called the Fairy. She went straight to the smell and sees white flower clusters flaunting on tall thick stems. Around the night butterflies and curl.
Forest says to Fairy:
Take, Fairy, orchids in your basket - the most fragrant May flowers. They are fragrant only at dusk. For this they are called night violets.
The Fairy spent the night in a clearing with night violets, and all night long she had fragrant dreams. In the morning she washed herself with dew and went on. He sees, under the fir trees a solid carpet, light green leaves with hearts on thin stems, and between them white-pink flowers shake their heads in a warm breeze. He touched the Fairy's slipper to the flower carpet, the flowers and leaves immediately closed and drooped.
The Fairy is confused, does not know what to do:
Les explains to her:
Don't worry, Fairy. Those are sours. They are the most delicate and sensitive of all spring flowers. Kislichka should only be touched slightly, as she immediately begins to wither, as if falling asleep. Stop disturbing her, she straightens up again.
The Fairy asks the Forest:
How can I take such a touchy into a basket?
Les answers:
Just rip it off with your hands. Kislichka, for sure, will be delighted with the warm hands of spring, and nothing will happen to her.
The fairy did so, and the sourberry joined the other May flowers in her basket.
Soon the Fairy's basket filled with May flowers. Such a fragrance emanated from the basket, as if all the most wondrous smells of May had merged into one.
May Fairy bowed to the Forest for magical gifts, and he says:
It's me, Fairy, I should thank you. Without you, I would not have been able to grow any of these flowers. All of them are children of May. Fairy Maya smiled at the Forest and flew away to her sisters. Good Forest and did not have time to get bored, as the beautiful Fairy of June descended on one of his clearings with an empty basket, which he still had to fill.
Bagrova Elena Viktorovna, GPA teacher, teacher primary school Category I, MBOU "Secondary comprehensive school No. 1, Kashira, Moscow region.Purpose of material: for home and extracurricular reading younger children school age, for everyone who appreciates parables - as a genre of fiction.
Target:education of moral universal qualities.
Tasks:develop the ability to "see and appreciate" the beauty of nature; to form a sense of responsibility for one's actions, to show the inseparable connection between Man and Nature, to show on an allegorical image what the unwillingness to "preserve" nature will lead to.
Long ago in the old - ancient times lived on our Planet the great Creators-Creators: Air, Water, Fire and Earth. They lived together and never quarreled.
The sun rose in the sky every day. It woke up slowly and, without haste, pulled its long warm rays to people, as if caressing everyone and inspiring good deeds.
The Earth generously thanked the Inhabitants of the Planet. Every year she gave them a rich harvest, because they were careful, zealous owners of the land on which they lived.
Water watered the earth. It carried its pure clear waters so far and deep that every blade of grass, every tree on the Planet were washed and turned green under the gentle rays of the kind Sun, and a light breeze gently bowed their tops in gratitude.
Fire gave people warmth and light. Helped satisfy their hunger. In each house, the hearth burned and did not go out, gathering around itself close and dear people. The table was bursting with abundance and variety of food.
The inhabitants of the Planet are accustomed to the fact that their life flows measuredly and calmly. They had everything that Gracious Nature could give them: clean Air, fertile Earths, full-flowing Rivers, the warmth of a family hearth.
There were many animals and birds in the forest, they filled the whole area with joyful rustling and singing. Fish splashed in the rivers and seas, sparkling with multi-colored scales under the rays of the playful Sun. Butterflies fluttered in the air, they circled over fields and meadows, as if performing an endless dance of love, filling this World with beauty and happiness.
But one day the Man envied the butterflies, their light, carefree fluttering above the ground:
- I am the Lord of the Earth, Sun and Water! I am the Lord and Tamer of Fire!
Why do you do nothing all day long, only flutter and circle over us, while I have to work to earn my clothes and food? And even to start a fire, I have to bend down! I also want to receive EVERYTHING, without laboring or straining, to spend time in idleness and fun!
The butterflies did not answer, waved their colorful wings for the last time and disappeared from the “face of the Earth”. Together with them, all the extraordinary beauty that filled this Planet disappeared in an instant. The sun was offended that there were no colors left and there was nothing more to play and shimmer under its radiant light. It heated its rays to red, they dried up the rivers and seas, there was nothing to drink the Earth. The trees shed their green clothes, the grasses and flowers withered, the animals left, the birds flew away to the distant lands.
Only Fire was in no hurry to leave the Man, having not played enough with him:
- Oh, are you tired of burning me to keep warm and cook food?
I will prove that I do not need your participation!
At the same second, the Fire burst out and rushed to walk around the Planet, showing all its destructive power and power. Behind him were burned houses, cities, scorched forests and fields. People sobbed over the remnants of their ruined lives, and the Fire continued to flare up brighter and stronger.
- Human! You decided to break the harmony of life on the Planet, imagined yourself to be the Owner and Master! So think about how and where you can "be in charge" and what "command" if nothing and no one else is left on this sinful Earth?
The man knelt down, hugged and pressed the earth to his lips parched from tears, and barely audibly whispered, turning to his only known savior, passing every word he said through his wounded soul:
- I realized that, first of all, I must protect this Planet from myself! Only a Human can destroy everything at once, and only a Human can fix it all!!!
So let's remain Humans, let's try to save our Planet, so that at one moment we won't be left to live among soulless stones under the rays of the sizzling sun!