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And again I return to the fairy tale,
To one of those that I heard
From an old man, from a forest hut,
When we wandered with him at the edge.
He began his story with soft words,
The beginning may be old:
“A mother and sons lived in the same village.
The old woman had three sons,
The merchant's daughter married the eldest to herself,
The middle son fell into a son-in-law to the sorcerer,
And the youngest son suddenly disappeared from the house.
No one in that village knew where Vanyusha had disappeared.
At first there were rumors, but soon he was forgotten.
And Vanya walked through the mountains and swamps,
Where he himself did not know, the soul was waiting for something.
One evening he went to the hut,
He kindled a fire, warmed and treated the old woman,
The one that lived here waiting for death.
Drinking water from the spring, sighing,
The old woman said: “Listen, traveler,
Take a ball, and it will become your faithful companion.
He will run forward, - she waved her hand into the distance.
- And you follow him, and beyond the seventh river,
You will end up in a distant kingdom,
You will find your happiness there.
Repulsed the bow of the earth and released a ball,
He ran forward, taking a leaf of grass,
And Vanya followed him quickly.
The ball ran forward, short dear.
And then there was everything that the old woman said,
And mountains, and forests, and rivers, and edges,
Roads, crossings ... Well, about that
Let's not talk, but stand under the palace,
Under the one to which the ball
Vanyusha carried away ours.
And now our traveler is here, and knocks on the door with his hand.
And the door opened, but the guards looked at him longingly
And they said: “Good traveler, go away from here,
We have the whole city in the mountain. After all, tonight is the king's daughter,
The Evil Serpent will fly away, beyond the distant, black mountains.
“And if you don’t give it away, you can’t avoid a quarrel with him ...”
“And we can’t quarrel with him.
In the neighborhood with the Serpent to live, one must live carefully.
“And you go away, run to another kingdom,
Forget the road forever, you are in a distant state.
“But how do you leave? Where to go guys?
I was told to be happy here. Once upon a time
You will see for yourself. Only,
Don't close the door and tell me plainly
What kind of trouble, such, happened here?
How is everything, and how did it turn out?
“Well, well… Listen to us, seeker of happiness.
That misfortune has been happening in this city for a long time.
Three-Headed Serpent, once a month, arrives
And he takes the best of the best."
“So the princess, quietly, grew up
And she became the most beautiful.
A beauty that the world has never seen
She is seventeen years old."
“Well, and the soul ... Listen, my dear,
Modest, kind, gentle ... Well, a heavenly angel.
"Everything in the city, from small to large,
Day and night, mourn famously.
But, after all, tears will not help grief.
Well, what can you, an alien, do?
“Shut up? Well, well, we did not expect another answer,
Apparently, for people, this task is not solvable.
“No, brothers, it is not good for me to retreat.
There is one plan, if it comes true,
I will save the city from trouble
And I will bring joy to the inhabitants.
It can't be that the Serpent
He was higher than our spirit, stronger.
"Beautiful words. Is there courage in the heart?
Remember, man, if you are a simple tramp,
And all your words are just empty sounds
Then you will accept your death from these hands.
"I agree. Now take me to the palace.
Talk to the king. Well? What are you standing for?"
One of the guards leads him to the king
And he thinks: “Maybe you’ll be lucky?”
On the street. And the royal house is already close.
A girl sits next to him, leaning low.
And tears run down her cheeks,
Where they fall, roses bloom there.
“Oh, isn’t this a princess?” "And there is".
"Oh, good God, you can't take your eyes off me."
"Well? What have you become? The sun is already setting.
Although, wait. Look, the king is coming here."
Vanyusha took a step towards the king,
He took off his hat and said this:
“Listen, king, mighty and great,
You must lose your sun-faced daughter,
And it makes you sad
And the thought is bitter, your eyebrows, reduces.
You can't save your daughter
I, the king, want to help you.
You order to the city square
Cut wood, kindle fires. big,
Thus, you will help me.
Well, now, show me the weapon.
"You boy, who are you? Command the king!
“You better listen, king, to everything I say.
Not the time to pose, king,
Like, I'm like this, lord, sovereign,
And put the snot in a handkerchief.
You, king, will not have enough daughters.
Understand, the ball brought me here for a reason.
I'm here. And I will save not only the daughter of the king.”
“You are cheeky. Cut off your head."
“Succeed, king. Now I need a sword."
The king nodded his head: “Well, then, so be it.
But, know, the savior of virgins, the Serpent is not a fool either.
You can't approach him, like this, with a sword in your hand,
He will burn you at once, in a fiery river.
"I know. Your daughter will help me."
“I, dad, will help. And I want to help."
The princess came up and stood next to them:
“I don’t want to go to the mountains. I'd rather drink poison."
“What are you talking about, daughter? Think again, child.
Why do you say that? Why are you afraid of me?"
“Oh, how can I say? I say there is.
You, dad, know yourself that it is better to eat poison.
You are my father and king, and there is pain in your heart,
But I'll follow him, you won't let me.
It's time to restore peace, freedom, honor...
You remember everything that was and that is.
The serpent rules the world, not you are the father.
Do you remember how you dreamed of me and down the aisle ... "
The king, it was, opened his mouth, but he did not argue,
And at once, somehow, he wilted and called the servants with a gesture,
As for the big fires, he ordered
Hope sparkled in his eyes.
I personally opened the door to the gun chambers,
He showed bows, arrows, spears, armor ...
“Not that, not that, not that. Get to the swords soon.
After all, time is precious now, it works for the Serpent.
And now, to the swords, the king brings Vanyusha,
He examines them and leads with a nail on the sting,
Twisting in his hands, sparkling with evil steel,
That, suddenly, will throw away the sword, take another ...
Here is the choice made. The night is coming.
Bonfires are burning, darkness is dispersed with light.
On the square, in the lights, two girls are standing,
In cloaks thrown over, length to the very heels.
And here, over the city, and an evil shadow flashed,
Covering the moon and stars.
And here, and the thunders, in the sky, broke out,
All the townspeople hid in fear.
The Serpent slowly sits on the square,
Rotating his middle head.
The crowd gathered, he looked around,
Trembling and crying in unison.
He clumsily approaches the princess,
Turns his head, moves his wing
And he says: "Oh, dear queen,
I see you are not alone. Is there another girl with you?
"Yes. This girl, my friend,
I did not want to part with her.
You, my sovereign, take both of us,
And in your kingdom, together, carry away.
“It turns out that I have a double prize today?
Yes, it would be boring to live, without girlish whims.
But why is she standing with her back to me?
Doesn't turn around, doesn't talk to me?
The serpent laughed, showing a triple grin,
He took the cloak with his teeth and, suddenly, tore it off:
"What?!" Things took an unexpected turn
But, our Vanya is ready, a step towards the Serpent, a turn ...
The fires of the fires flashed in the mirror of the sword,
Then Vanya slashed from the shoulder.
Two heads separated from the neck,
And puddles of black blood spilled.
A wild roar broke the silence,
The serpent spewed fire from its mouth.
Everything around smoked, smoldered ...
Heat. The ground was on fire underfoot.
Vanya rushed to the Serpent rather ...
Sword, hand, scream, fire and from the neck
The third chapter is also separated
Fell into the dirt. And victory words
Very loud, in the silence of the night,
Vanya whispered, sword in hand raised to the moon.
And in the eyes the light of fires and the moon was reflected,
Near the feet, the snake's tail beat in mortal convulsions.
And the princess is happy, the king is next to her.
"No, viper, we are still stronger in spirit."
Vanyusha laughed, touched his tail with his foot,
He trembled, bent over, as if alive.
“What are you shaking? Did not like? Al got angry?
The tail jumped in response and fell on Vanya.
And he calmed down forever, he did an evil deed,
Vanya crushed, crushed, buried under him.
But no one noticed, the crowd rejoiced.
Laughter at the city, only the princess screamed.
The king froze at first, and then turned away,
And, covering his face with his hand, he smiled:
There is no snake, this one, too, is no longer a tenant,
So, he will send his daughter to the right crown.
And then something is a princess ... Has she really fallen in love?
Well, at least the snake fell on him.
Did the job, die and don't go under your feet,
Without you, suitors were, will be and are.
The king coughed slightly, removed the smile from his lips,
He raised his eyebrows sternly, almost shouted:
“What are you standing for? Hurry over here! Help.
Where is the doctor? He is not here? Well then, call me."
Those who stood nearby, together set to work,
The tail was thrown aside, the body was raised.
Vanya was motionless, was pale and quiet,
The noise that had risen was subsided over the square.
Everyone moved closer, the people crowded,
Vanya is in the center, looking forward with resentment.
Lips whisper: "You too, old woman,
Are you in the crowd? Were you here too?
Hurry up and listen to me
As long as I still have life.

If I follow the ball.
You said you're happy, I will
You said that I would find happiness.
But what a happiness
Forever away from people?
Stop seeing cute faces
And children frolicking in the field.
Nothing more to do
I can't lift these hands
And this makes my heart grow hotter
And pain is added in the chest.
I would plant gardens
Giving joy to people
And I would love to know the real.
I would love the princess
I would like to raise children
Give life, leaving me.
I saw happiness in a dream and dreamed in the moonlight,
I thought so: you will do a lot ...
Didn't do anything, didn't do anything...
Now what? Or what can you do?
You old woman answer, and do not hide your eyes,
I did not suddenly become king, and I did not become rich.
What is happiness then? Tell me now.
Just tell me the truth, you tell me in my hour of death.
“Well, Vanyusha, you listen to me,
After all, there is great happiness in that,
What did you do today, Vanyusha,
Having committed this right revenge.
You delivered this city from grief.
From trouble and from the tearful sea.
You are lucky. You could do it
What was dreaming. You helped people."
“I understood everything, my happiness is
That at least I lived a little, but by fire.
That I did not smolder in the wilderness, slowly burning,
Slowly living, quietly waiting for death.
I understood everything, my happiness is
That I did not back away before the enemy.
That I managed to turn my face
To the three heads of the merciless Serpent.
What kind of peaceful people, not sparing their lives,
I took a sharp sword in my hands and went to the Serpent.
I understood everything, immortal - I became,
I gave my life for happiness.
So don't be afraid of death
I will stay in the hearts, then the reward,
The highest happiness, it
Far from everyone is given.
The gaze passed over the standing people,
He smiled: "I will live forever."
And quiet, forever. Forever and ever.
The princess weeps, she pressed herself,
Head to the breathless chest:
"My savior, tell me, tell me what's wrong with you?"
“Don't interfere,” the king said, and raised his daughter.
- May he calmly leave us this night.
Let him take comfort in the fact that now he is a hero,
We should go to the castle with you.”
The king takes the princess by the hand,
Hugs, leads to the wards.
The old man then turned to me:
“So the fairy tale ended, and I
My great-great-grandfather told it,
Many winters, many springs and years
It has gone unnoticed since then.
Well, our Vanya will live forever.
Lives in fairy tales, true stories, legends,
And the harp sings a song about him.
And the king has long been forgotten ...
However, no. After all, he was in this one.
Well, okay, the sun is setting,
It's time. Tomorrow I, at sunrise,
I'll tell you another story
About the peoples on our land.

To the question Question about bad fairy tales and harmful children's books. given by the author rostrum the best answer is It's not about fairy tales, but about how we are, different people, we treat them.
Children see the world differently than adults. That woman simply forgot herself in childhood, this happens with adults.
Bad tales are tales with bad endings. Russians are good for small children folk tales such as "Kurochka-Ryaba", "Turnip", "Chanterelle with a rolling pin" and others. For younger schoolchildren, the fairy tales of Eduard Uspensky "Masha Filipenko's 25th profession", "Uncle Fyodor, a dog and a cat", "Fur boarding school" and others are good.
For teenagers, good works by Tamara Kryukova "Kostya + Nika", "Repetition of the past" and others.
"Repetition of the past", by the way, is a very interesting book about how children from our time ended up in the Soviet society in which their parents lived.
My mom is a teacher primary school so I write about what I know. When I was younger, I was introduced to reading and I can consider that I was taught to understand children's literature.

Answer from Raspberryk[guru]
disgust caused Russian folk tale Boy with a finger. Teaches dishonesty and deceit.
An old man lived with an old woman. Once an old woman was chopping cabbage and accidentally chopped off her finger. She wrapped it in a rag and laid it on the bench.
Suddenly I heard someone on the bench crying. She unfolded the rag, and in it lies a boy the size of a finger.
The old woman was surprised, frightened:
- Who are you?
- I am your son, I was born from your little finger.
The old woman took him, she looks - the boy is tiny, tiny, barely visible from the ground. And she called him the Boy with a finger.
He began to grow with them. The boy did not grow tall, but he turned out to be smarter than the big one.
Here he says once:
-Where is my father?
- I went to the arable land.
- I'll go to him, I'll help.
- Go, child.
Came to the arable land:
- Hello, father!
The old man looked around:
- What a miracle! I hear a voice, but I don't see anyone. Who is talking to me?
- I am your son. I came to help you plow. Sit down, father, have a bite and rest a little!
The old man was delighted and sat down to dinner. And the Boy with a finger climbed into the horse's ear and began to plow, and punished his father:
- If someone will sell me, sell boldly: probably - I won’t be lost, I’ll come back home.
Here the gentleman rides past, looks and wonders: the horse is walking, the plow is yelling, but there is no man!
- This has not yet been seen, it has not been heard of, that a horse plows by itself!
The old man says to the master:
- What are you, are you blind? Then my son plows.
- Sell it to me!
- No, I won’t sell it: we only have joys with the old woman, only joys that a Boy is the size of a finger.
- Sell, grandpa!
- Well, give me a thousand rubles.
- What is so expensive?
- You see for yourself: the boy is small, but daring, quick on his feet, easy on the parcel!
The master paid a thousand rubles, took the boy, put him in his pocket and went home.
And the Boy with a finger gnawed a hole in his pocket and left the master.

Answer from European[guru]
Agree)) because if you think about it. . in this work)
it’s necessary to call a grandmother like that, a grandmother, it’s a name-calling))
I do not even know)
Merry main!)

Answer from adaptability[guru]
For example, when I tell my daughter a fairy tale about 3 pigs, I don’t say that the pigs set up a pot of boiling water and the wolf boiled there. Yes, we still have a lot of very "humane" fairy tales ...))

Answer from Milady[expert]
I don’t know about the famous ones, but just last week I wanted to buy a book of fairy tales for my daughter in the Book World. In one I read something like: "And the Dog said to the Wolf: I'll drink more vodka, but don't bite me..."

Answer from imofey[active]
the fairy tale about the white bull is also contraindicated for adults =))

Answer from Natalia pavlishina[guru]
all our fairy tales are good, but tell your aunt about her imagination in a brothel

Answer from QUAD[master]
I believe that there are whole writers, the so-called "children's" ones, who are so miserable and disgusting, their world is so vile, and they project their worldview through their writings that they should be replicated less and generally withdrawn gradually from the circulation of books. These authors are very famous, but I will not name them here. So rely on your taste.

Answer from Nina Sirage[guru]
I can only say one thing: even well-known works are often subjected to terrible processing! I recently came across Lagerlöf "Niels' Journey with wild geese"- in retelling !!! Whoever didn't like the translation - I don't understand. Read the book, at least half a page, before you buy, do not injure the children.

Answer from Olga[guru]
"Carlson from the Roof, or the Best Carlson in the World" translated by Eduard Uspensky, and indeed Uspensky's creations in the last 10-15 years, have been disappointing.
Tamara Kryukova - all works are no literature at all.
Valentin Postnikov is a pathetic imitation of his father.

Answer from Artist Nezhnaya[guru]
I don’t remember the name of the fairy tale where the main character was chopped into pieces with a sword, and then “glued together” with the help of living water. it's just awful! and about Koshchei the Immortal and about the grandmother-yaga - you can’t read such things to children!

Answer from Hope Ivina[guru]
Fairy tales are normal, just some adults have a strange or vulgar perception. Children have a different perception of life. Of course, a fairy tale should be age-appropriate, and before reading fairy tales to a child, you need to read them yourself and think about whether the children will like it or not, whether it is suitable for them or not.
They said in vain about Tamara Kryukov that her works are not literature at all. She writes for teenagers, mostly and she has very good and wise writings. She has interesting stories "The Arbiter of Fates", "The One Who Lied". "Witch" and others. Such works are directed to the thoughts of teenagers.
Highly good fairy tale"Crystal Key". Tamara Kryukova has very good works. I am telling you as a teacher.
For kids preschool age Russian folk tales about animals are suitable, but so that they have a good ending.
Only that fairy tale can be bad for a small child that has a bad ending.

F or-were two good words. They loved to play with each other and, of course, with other good words. Every word gave people something good, pleasant. I liked saying them.

Once the words went on a journey - to look at other words, to show themselves. They walked and walked and then they saw a hole, and it was full of branches and thorns. What to do? There is no way around the pit, there is mud and swamp all around. They thought and thought and decided that they needed to jump. The first word was longer, so it jumped to that edge. And the second word is short - it fell right into the pit. Now the second word has become unpleasant - branches and thorns have been biting into it so that it is impossible to pull it out.

The words went on. Near the river bear cubs play and frolic. The cubs saw new words for themselves. They said one thing - it sounds nice, easy, beautiful. And the second was said - they scratched each other, as if the cubs had fought. Then the bears understood that even a word can hurt, it can hurt. They promised that they would no longer say "prickly" words.

And what about our friends words?

The “prickly” word decided that he needed to go into the dense forest, because now it can hurt. His friend, a kind word promised that he would find a cure for him.

A pleasant word went to the sorceress. She told him the secret of the pit - this pit turned out to be enchanted. She turned a lot of already good words into “prickly” ones. Now all over the world there are words that can hurt, offend, hurt.

There is a way to disenchant them, - the sorceress delighted, - “Prickly” words will again become pleasant if they are not spoken. After all, every time they are pronounced, the thorns only dig deeper into the word. If no one uses them, then, slowly, the thorns will fall off on their own.

Since then, parents have begun to forbid saying “bad” words to their children - they hurt both the one who says them and the one to whom they are said. Saying them, children and adults begin to feel bad, sometimes even get sick. And those who hear them feel beaten, offended, unhappy.

If every person in the world stops pronouncing "prickly" words, then soon all words will again become pleasant and kind.

Comments for parents:

In fact, not all parents are interested in this topic. There are families in which it is customary to communicate. Whether this is an expression of emotions, or whether these are linking words, it doesn’t matter anymore. The child simply repeats after adults according to the principle "They can do it, so I can do it."

Another thing is if swearing is not used in the family and the immediate environment. The child does not realize the true meaning of these words. He just repeats, for example, after the children in kindergarten or school. Under no circumstances should you be punished for this. The child should be explained what is the “badness” of these words and, preferably, give a clear understanding of what these words do to those who pronounce them and to those who hear them. That is, to give feedback - how what the child does affects the world.

In the tale of prickly words, I tried to give a complete picture of the world of "bad" words, so that the child joins the game of "disenchanting" initially good words, but, by coincidence, "turned" into words that are not worth saying.

You can use my thorn metaphor, or you can create your own. But when you explain to your preschooler or junior schoolchild this topic, then be sure to tell the background, as you understand it.

This fairy tale is written with love for children and their parents. Sometimes it is so difficult to explain something or to teach something to your children. And sometimes it’s not easy to find the strength to continue to love, protect, care. A fairy tale comes to the rescue with its metaphorical language, magical characters, and exciting adventures.

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Sincerely, Alexandra Bondarenko.