In every clock in the world lives a little fairy who moves the hands and controls the clock mechanism. Where do you think the main clock fairy lives?

That's right, of course, the main fairy must live in the most important clocks in the country, that is, in the clock on the Spasskaya Tower. Every day she moves the clock hands so that a new day begins, but the fairy's most important work is on the night of December thirty-first to January first. It is thanks to the work of the main fairy that the New Year arrives in our country.

Imagine what a tragedy occurred when, just before the most magical holiday of the year, the main clock fairy suddenly fell ill. Everyone gets sick sometimes, even such a powerful fairy as ours.

At this time, a great council was held in the magical forest—the residence of Grandfather Frost:

I have no idea what to do. Who can replace our main fairy?

Grandfather Frost sat with his head bowed low.

Other fairies have come to replace her, but they are not strong enough to handle the clock hands on New Year's Eve.

Snow Maiden spoke up.

We need some magical character who could move the hands on the Spasskaya Tower and bring the New Year to our country.

Grandfather Frost became even more sad.

Grandpa, so why are we thinking about this?

Suddenly Snow Maiden perked up.

I can move the hands myself.

A good idea, my dear granddaughter, but who will give gifts to the children with me?

Grandpa, what about our snowmen and the forest animals? They can help you and entertain the children.

And so it was decided. Snow Maiden set off straight to Moscow to make it to the Spasskaya Tower before the New Year. But it seems Snow Maiden was in too much of a hurry and lost the map of our beautiful capital. Now she stands on one of the streets, looking sad, wondering how to find the Spasskaya Tower?

Look, that's a real Snow Maiden.

Said a boy of about twelve to his friend.

She looks so sad, maybe she needs help. Let's go ask her.

Suggested the girl and, without waiting for an answer, headed toward the now very sad Snow Maiden.

Dear Snow Maiden, what happened? Maybe you need our help?

The children asked the girl.

Yes, children, I'm lost. Could you take me to Red Square to the Spasskaya Tower?

Snow Maiden pleaded.

Of course the children agreed. It turned out that Red Square was just a couple of streets away from where Snow Maiden was.

While the children were on their way, they managed to get to know each other. As it turned out, their names are Masha and Kostya.

Why do you need the Spasskaya Tower?

Asked Masha.

Oh, children, a disaster has happened. The New Year is now in danger. The main clock fairy, who moves the clock hands on the tower, has fallen ill, and now I must replace her. Otherwise, the New Year won't arrive in our country.

Snow Maiden said sadly.

We will help you save the New Year.

Kostya exclaimed enthusiastically.

Right, Masha?

Of course, let's hurry, otherwise we won't make it.

The girl pulled Kostya and Snow Maiden by the hands.

Snow Maiden was so happy because she never expected to find such brave and courageous helpers. Soon the children made their way into the Spasskaya Tower, and before them appeared a huge and complex clock mechanism.

Oh no!

Snow Maiden panicked.

This mechanism is so huge. Where can we find the hands now? There are only five minutes left until the New Year.

Don't worry, Snow Maiden.

The boy responded.

We studied clock mechanisms in our young technicians club once, and if I'm not mistaken, the clock hands should be right over there.

And he pointed in that direction.

Snow Maiden hurried there right away and managed to arrive just in time, because the New Year was about to begin. With great effort, she managed to move the hands on time, and the magical time of the New Year arrived in our vast country. Grandfather Frost appeared with his helpers.

Grandpa.

Snow Maiden ran to him.

We did it, and look who helped us save the New Year.

And the girl pointed to the embarrassed children standing nearby.

Well done, children.

Grandfather Frost smiled at them.

You are true heroes.

After thanking the children, Grandfather Frost and Snow Maiden took them straight home, and then set off to bring the holiday to all the children in our country.

Read fairy tales and the New Year will delight you with gifts and joy!

Grandfather Frost decided to arrange a holiday for the little creatures. Little Rabbit and Little Bear heard about it. By the way, they had been friends since childhood, all because they grew up in neighboring burrows.

Then the little rabbit said:

Imagine, Mishutka, how wonderful that Grandfather Frost will arrange a holiday.

From joy, he even drummed his paws on the table.

Everyone will sing, have fun and give each other gifts. And I, by the way, have already prepared a gift for you.

Little Rabbit got a bit proud at these words.

But Little Bear, on the contrary, became sad, but didn't show it.

And I've already thought of what I'll give you for the New Year.

He agreed.

We'll have so much fun at the holiday.

And the friends went home, discussing their carnival costumes all the way to their doors. The friends agreed to dress not as any fairy tale characters, but as each other. After all, they were truly best friends.

When he got home, Little Bear sat down and thought hard.

His mother, the she-bear, became worried about this and asked him:

Why are you so sad, Mishutka, did something happen?

And Little Bear told her everything: how Grandfather Frost decided to arrange a holiday at their school; how he and Little Rabbit decided to dress as each other and how he can't even imagine what to give his friend, and yet that friend already has a gift ready.

Don't worry, Mishutka, but rather ask all your friends, maybe they can give you some advice.

The she-bear tried to comfort him.

They decided on that. The she-bear fed Little Bear a delicious lunch and let him go play.

Little Bear thought for a long time about who to visit. He thought and thought, and first of all decided to go to Squirrel. Well, after all, she is very similar to Little Rabbit. She's just as quick and jumps all the time, maybe she can suggest what to give his friend.

Hi, Squirrel.

Little Bear greeted politely.

Please help me think of a gift for Little Rabbit.

Oh, is that really difficult?

She replied cheerfully.

Give him plenty of pine cones or nuts.

Thank you, but I think that's not what Little Rabbit wants to get for the New Year.

He thanked Squirrel sincerely, but somewhat sadly.

Little Bear even dared to go to Wolf, so much did he want to please his friend with a gift:

Respected Wolf, what would you give to a friend?

Oh-oh-oh.

Wolf rolled his eyes dreamily.

I would give a small, plump little pig.

Little Bear got scared and ran away as fast as he could. He understood that he wouldn't get any advice here either. There was nothing to do but move on.

And he decided to go to Fox:

She definitely understands gifts.

He thought.

When he finally found Fox, he immediately blurted out:

Foxy, what would you give to your friend?

That's very simple.

She laughed at Little Bear.

I would give a beautiful mirror to admire myself in, and a comb to keep my fur in order.

Thank you, Foxy.

Little Bear thanked her because he was very polite and moved on.

He thought and thought about who else to ask, but realized that all this was useless. Everyone suggests the gift they would want themselves, and none of them would suit Little Rabbit.

Little Bear became very upset and sad, and he had only one way left to think of a gift for his friend.

I'll go to Snow Maiden.

He exclaimed.

She will definitely help me.

He walked and walked, and then from behind the trees appeared Grandfather Frost's mansion, and what luck, Snow Maiden was just on the porch chatting with snowmen. She noticed Little Bear from afar.

Hi.

She greeted him.

I already know about your problem, I was just waiting for you. Come on, Grandfather Frost and I thought of a gift for Little Rabbit long ago.

How happy Little Bear was when that gift turned out to be a huge toy carrot.

And finally, the day of the New Year's holiday arrived. Little Rabbit gave Little Bear a barrel of delicious honey and was very happy when he saw his gift.

Now I can not only eat the carrot, but even hug it instead of a pillow and play with it.

He couldn't hide his delight.

Thus, the friends not only had a great school holiday, but also made each other very happy with their gifts, all because they tried hard to choose them.

Read fairy tales and you will always know what to give a friend for the New Year!

The goat had to work without days off. On weekdays she took the little goats to daycare. But what could she do with them on weekends? The goat's parents lived in the village, worked on a cabbage farm and couldn't help their daughter, and besides, they were offended that she had married a goat and moved to the city.

So she had to leave the little goats alone in the apartment, turned on cartoons on the television and went to work, strictly forbidding anyone to open the door, because there could be thieves. During the weekends the goat came home only to feed the children.

When the goat returned, she would ring the intercom and sing:

Little goats, dear kids!
Open up, unlock the door!
Your mommy has come home
And brought you some milk.

The little goats would hear their mother's voice through the intercom, open the automatic door. The goat would feed and water them and go off to sing in show business again.

She had good reason to be afraid—a lonely wolf was committing thefts in that neighborhood. He rode around on a black Harley, spotted the goat, so fashionable, a rising star, in a new beautiful car. The Wolf decided to rob the goat's apartment, thinking she was rich.

He heard her singing at the door and decided to do the same, ran up to the house, rang the intercom and shouted:

Little goats, dear kids!
Open up, unlock the door!
Your mommy has come home
And brought you some milk.

Hearing the wolf's hoarse voice, the little goats understood it wasn't their mother and didn't open the door.

The wolf looked at this situation, thought about it and went to a vocal coach who trained his voice to be thin and high-pitched, exactly like the goat's.

He got on his motorcycle, drove up to the house, hid around the corner and saw the goat leaving, giving instructions to the little goats that if anyone else rang the door and shouted in a hoarse voice, they should immediately call the police.

A minute after the goat left, the wolf was already ringing the house and singing in a thin little voice:

Little goats, dear kids!
Open up, unlock the door!
Your mommy has come home
And brought you some milk.

The little goats believed him and opened the door. The wolf ran into the apartment and saw that there was nothing to take from the goat except the television with cartoons. She turned out not to be as rich as the thief had imagined. The wolf decided to take the little goats. What if someone needed them?! He wasn't going to eat them because he was a vegetarian. He took all of them except the smallest one, who crawled into the oven and the wolf didn't find him.

When the goat came home, no one opened the door for her, and in the empty apartment she found only the youngest little goat in the oven.

She stood at the door crying bitterly, searching in her purse for her mobile phone, thinking of calling the police. And then she saw a wolf pull up to the house on a Harley with six little goats, all wearing protective helmets, happy and rushing to embrace and kiss their mother.

They told the wolf about their difficult life, that they were growing up without a father, didn't see their mother, how she was buried in work all day long. The wolf felt sorry for them because he had grown up without parents himself, and decided to help the goat raise the little ones.

The goat agreed, but on the condition that the wolf would stop wandering and stealing and take up something socially useful. He agreed because he was tired of his dangerous and lonely way of life.

And so they all lived together. The goat gave up her career, devoted herself to the house and her little goats. And the wolf himself began to sing, quite successfully at that, and was quite happy that he had found his calling and gained a real family.

Read fairy tales and your fate will unfold happily and merrily!

Baba Yaga decided to ruin the holiday for the children:

Look at the youth these days, all they care about are those newfangled gadgets. They even send text messages to Father Frost.

She complained to her cat.

And Baba Yaga's cat was no ordinary cat, but a truly magical one who could speak, and quite well at that, so he replied to her:

And this holiday of theirs... Everyone celebrates, exchanging gifts. But as always, they don't invite us.

I know, I know what we should do!

Baba Yaga suddenly exclaimed and began pacing back and forth across the room, reasoning aloud:

We need to ruin their holiday.

That's easier said than done.

The cat replied lazily, stretching on the stove.

You try doing it. The children are already ordering gifts from Father Frost, so how can we manage to ruin the holiday?

Just listen first, don't interrupt, you furry thing.

The old woman barked.

I heard that children send letters to Frost directly through their phones. Ugh, these technologies—I'd roast whoever invented them in the oven. But never mind, now they'll do us a good service. You and I will steal that phone, and the children will be left without any gifts at all.

Baba Yaga said, rubbing her hands with glee.

And so they decided. The cat transformed into a black raven and stole Father Frost's phone. How happy Baba Yaga was then—she even fed the cat the finest cream, which she only did when she was in an excellent mood.

Well done, you furry thing.

The old woman kept saying.

Now the holiday will definitely be ruined for everyone.

Meanwhile, Father Frost gathered all his helpers in his tower:

Where on earth has that mobile phone disappeared to?

Father Frost threw up his hands.

Did this foolish old man lose it? Well, Snow Maiden, haven't you found it anywhere?

No, grandfather, we've searched everywhere with the snowmen, it's nowhere to be found.

The girl said sadly.

This is bad, very bad. The children call me constantly, they've completely forgotten how to write letters.

Father Frost sighed.

Grandfather, but the phone is more convenient, faster, and messages come quicker.

Snow Maiden spread her hands in confusion.

Oh, my dear granddaughter, but letters that children write by hand are filled with such magic and the spirit of the holiday. Phone messages don't have that at all.

Father Frost became very upset.

Suddenly, a squirrel jumped through the slightly open window:

Trouble, trouble, Father Frost! Baba Yaga stole your phone, she's planning to ruin the holiday for the children, to leave them without gifts. Her cat turned into a black raven and snatched the phone, and Baba Yaga threw it into the blue sea.

Oh! Oh! Oh! What will happen now.

Father Frost grabbed his head.

The children will be left without gifts. My poor old head!

Grandfather, grandfather, don't worry, we'll definitely think of something.

Snow Maiden began to comfort him.

And so the fairy tale characters spent the evening thinking about how to solve this difficult problem, but they couldn't come up with anything.

While Father Frost and his helpers were trying to help the children get their New Year gifts, children from all over the world were trying to call Father Frost. Of course, they couldn't get through, no matter how hard they tried.

And then all the children of the world, having lost hope of reaching Father Frost by phone and getting through to the magical forest somehow, decided to write Father Frost real, paper letters. The old man was so happy.

Oh, I was wrong to doubt the children.

Father Frost said, putting on his ceremonial coat.

They understood that the true magic of the New Year lies in these handwritten letters. That every little child, dictating the text to their parents or carefully writing it themselves, sends a piece of joy. And that means the New Year will definitely come. Well, Snow Maiden, are you ready to give gifts to the children?

Of course I am, grandfather.

Snow Maiden answered.

And they set off to bring magic and miracles to all the children of the world.

Read fairy tales and Father Frost will definitely bring you many gifts.

One day, a Fox approached him on a construction forum:

Listen Crane, I want to create a construction cooperative for foxes. We're tired of living in burrows and want to live like people. If you build an apartment building for us, I'll pay you well.

The Crane thought about it. No one in the forest had built anything like this before, and the Fox was offering guarantees that she had many clients. "The deal promised to work out."

He shared his thoughts with his best friend, the Woodpecker.

But the Woodpecker shook his head in disagreement:

Don't get involved with this swindler! She's been scheming for a long time! I heard she lived with the Hare, then evicted him from his home, threw him out on the street, and kept it for herself. The poor fellow now stays with friends, and no one can help him.

The Crane valued his friend's opinion and thought about refusing, but a morning video call from the Fox on Skype changed his mind:

Come over to me today for a business lunch, partner. We'll eat, discuss everything, and then decide what to do next.

Alright Fox, I'll come!

The Crane answered unexpectedly, and to be honest, he wouldn't mind eating.

At the appointed time, he was already sitting at the Fox's table.

While she was busy at the stove, the Crane looked around. The cottage was sturdy and well-built with bark; it was clear that a serious owner had constructed it. He complimented her on the house.

It's left over from my ex-husband!

The hostess smiled cunningly and placed two bowls on the table.

Please, try the oatmeal. It's very nutritious, I watch my diet.

And she began eating with appetite.

The Crane looked at his bowl—the porridge was spread across the plate. He tried to eat, but his beak only struck the plate. It was uncomfortable for the Crane, and he refused the food.

Watching him, the Fox offered:

Alright, partner, don't struggle. Give it to me.

She took the plate and ate it all in a moment.

When they were done eating, the Fox glanced at the time on her phone and concluded:

Sorry, dear, I have nothing else to offer you, and I need to run to a meeting. Next time we'll have dinner at your place, and I'll collect an advance for building materials from my clients and bring it to you!

The Crane was initially speechless at the Fox's audacity and behavior, but he didn't show it.

He abruptly decided not to refuse:

Alright Fox, it's a deal, come over!

He answered and left the trickster hungry.

When the Woodpecker learned about the "business lunch," he patted his friend on the shoulder saying:

Didn't I tell you?! She'll deceive you!

Well, I'm not a fool either!

He replied.

The Fox came to the Crane's home pleased and confident in success. And to not waste time, she quickly sat at the table intending to have a good dinner, saying nothing about business.

And the Crane, with a carefree expression, placed two shakers with nutritious cocktail on the table:

I also watch my figure and eat a minimally caloric dinner in the evening. Help yourself!

And he began drinking the cocktail.

The Fox tried to drink, twisting around the bottle in every way, but the opening was very narrow. She couldn't manage it.

Meanwhile, the host finished his drink and said:

Forgive me, dear, I have nothing else to offer you. And I need to go—I have a contract signing with the Beaver for building a dam. So I'll be busy for the next six months. When you leave, don't forget to enter the gate code.

And he added:

And give my regards to the foxes in their burrows. Thanks to you, they'll be living there for a long time!

The Fox, realizing there was nothing to gain and that her cunning plan had been exposed, left looking upset. From that moment on, she stopped communicating with the Crane.

Soon all the animals and birds were talking about the swindler's deception and schemes. A big scandal broke out. The Fox had to return the money to the foxes, the cottage to the Hare, and she had to flee the forest.

And the Crane told the Woodpecker:

You see, friend, no matter how much you scheme and lie, the truth cannot be drowned and always rises to the surface!

Read fairy tales and you will never find yourself in such a situation.

Sleep, my beloved son, I'll buy you a Kinder Surprise tomorrow and a big soft toy.

But he was being difficult:

I don't want Kinder, I want a remote-controlled helicopter and a different nanny!

With nothing else to do, Mother took a newspaper with classified ads and began searching for nanny positions. She called 10 numbers, but no one agreed except Aunt Duck, who consented to come.

The next evening, Aunt Duck lulls Little Mouse to sleep:

Hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye, fall asleep Little Mouse, and tomorrow we'll go to the circus to watch wild tigers and eat cotton candy!

Ugh, I don't want cotton candy, I want ice cream and your voice is absolutely terrible to my ears!

Aunt Duck was offended and left Little Mouse.

With nothing else to do, Mother Mouse took the newspaper again and called 10 more people. Aunt Toad agreed to help.

The toad rocks the little mouse while singing:

Croak-croak-croak, sleep child! Tomorrow we'll go to the water park together.

I don't want to go to the water park, I want to watch cartoons at home! You have an annoying voice, go away!

The little Mouse answered, half-asleep.

Aunt Toad was offended and hopped away to her home.

The sad Mother Mouse took the newspaper again, having already reviewed 20 ads. No one wants to babysit the naughty Little Mouse, and only Aunt Horse agreed.

She came and began to sing a song:

Sleep, Little Mouse, fall asleep, I'll give you a piece of cheese or we can open some caramel popcorn, just go to sleep.

I don't want popcorn, I've had enough of it! You're very scary, hairy, and your voice is terrible, go away!

Aunt Horse snorted and galloped off to the pasture. Mother Mouse decided to search the internet for a nanny, hoping there would be more openings. She looked and looked, nothing seemed right, and only one ad caught her interest. Aunt Hen agreed to help raise the naughty Little Mouse.

She puts the child to bed and clucks:

Cluck-cluck-cluck, go to sleep quickly, may you have beautiful dreams! Tomorrow we'll go to the park and eat ice cream!

I don't want to go to the park, and there's ice cream in the freezer at home, whatever kind you want! Annoying hen, go away!

Aunt Hen was upset, clucked loudly, and left.

Mother Mouse writes an email to her old acquaintance Aunt Pike:

Come, dear, help me rock Little Mouse, all my hopes are on you!

Alright, I'll try to help!

Aunt Pike replied. She came and rocks Little Mouse, opens her mouth, but nothing can be heard.

Little Mouse began to complain:

What are you singing? I can't hear anything! I can sing better — la-la-laaaa... Go home, I don't like you at all!

Aunt Pike got angry, flicked her tail, and swam away to the blue sea.

Mother Mouse is sad again and wonders if she should call Aunt Cat? She wrote her a letter, and Cat didn't hesitate to agree.

Aunt Cat came and lulls him:

Meow-meow-meow, don't lie on the edge! Fall asleep quickly, little crumb!

Oh, what a beautiful voice you have, I like it so much, please stay and live with us!

Then Mother Mouse returned, looking for her child, but he was nowhere to be found.

Where has my Little Mouse hidden?

Mother Mouse wonders, and his trail has gone cold...

She called Aunt Cat, but she doesn't answer the phone, it's out of service area...

Read fairy tales and you will understand what foolishness and carelessness mean!

But he was very sad being alone, because in his city there was only one little tractor with big yellow eyes, and many big and small cars.

The big cars often teased the little tractor, saying:

You are so small, you cannot carry anything, because you have no cargo bed. We have a big cargo bed, we can carry anything, candies, chocolates, new toys.

And the little cars said this:

We are so miniature and elegant, we have such beautiful little mini-car children, we can drive very fast and make almost no noise. But you are so bulky and make so much noise when you drive!

The little tractor answered:

But I can drive through the muddiest puddle and through the deepest hole!

We don't need that, we are very comfortable driving on clean smooth asphalt and playing around!

The little car children answered and continued to tease the tractor.

And he felt hurt, but didn't show it, and just silently drove away to one of his favorite places — the autumn park and watched the stars all night until morning.

But suddenly winter came...

That night, many fluffy white flakes fell from the sky, and all the roads were covered with a beautiful snowy blanket. The little tractor happily drove through the snowdrifts, sweeping everything in his path, playing with snowflakes and catching them in his mouth.

But the cars were in no mood for fun. They simply got stuck in the middle of the roads and could not get home to their little mini-car children. They stood sadly up to their waists in snow and shivered from the cold.

And so, the little tractor was driving by, and the cars began to call him:

Help us get out of the snow trap, free us!

The little tractor was very kind and gladly began to help his brothers, forgetting the insults. He quickly began to sweep the snow from the roads and roadsides, brushing snowflakes off the frozen cars. And within a few minutes all the cars were freed and happily began to drive home to their families.

As they parted, they hugged the little tractor tightly and thanked him:

Thank you, little tractor, for freeing us from the snowdrifts, now we can go to our little mini-car children. If it weren't for you, we would have stood in the snowdrifts, rusted and no one would have pulled us out. Forgive us for hurting you, we won't do it again!

Read fairy tales and you too will be able to give goodness and help in the most difficult situations.

Sometimes she would go to Goa to practice yoga, sometimes splash in the crystal clear waters of the ocean in the Maldives, sometimes ride elephants in Sri Lanka. And quite often the fox would go away for weekends to Egypt, just to lie in the sun and warm her red sides.

But the fox had a dream — she really wanted to meet a real prince who would live with her, take her on vacation abroad, manage the household, love her and protect her. After all, it was very hard for her to earn money and live alone.

And on the other end of the forest there lived a crane — rich, handsome and fine. His house had complete abundance — luxurious furniture, a powerful home theater covering an entire wall, computers, alarm systems. The crane was in business, and not just any business, but the most profitable kind. Every week he changed mobile phones as soon as new models came out, the crane would go to the store and buy them right away.

And the crane also loved to eat well. He never flew anywhere, believing that travel was an empty and uninteresting waste of time. But if the refrigerator was full of delicacies, then life had truly succeeded. But the crane had no wife — nothing seemed right to him, either he would find one too capricious, or one who couldn't cook.

One day the fox decided to test her luck and find herself a worthy husband. On a quiet, cold winter evening, she settled comfortably in her armchair, turned on her old computer, and registered on a dating website.

Well, let's see who we have here.

The fox muttered to herself.

Aha, a wolf. Young, and he has a nice car, and his own business, let me try to get acquainted.

The fox took out her old mobile phone and dialed the number listed in the profile.

Good day! My name is Lisitsia.

The fox said in an official voice.

On the other end of the phone came a growling calm voice. The wolf told her a bit about himself, and the fox decided to arrange a meeting with him. After getting to know each other, the fox decided she could marry the wolf. He courted her, cooked food for her, and served her meals in a comfortable bowl, so the fox didn't even have to turn her neck.

She, for her part, also took care of the wolf — she ironed his shirts, tied his ties, and cooked food for him. But she served the food on such small plates that the wolf was not always full. But the wolf loved the fox so much and didn't worry about it, thinking that small portions are fine, eating too much is harmful anyway.

But after several months the fox told the wolf that they needed to live separately in their own homes again, the wolf was not her prince. After all, she wanted to rest at expensive resorts, and the wolf hadn't taken her further than Egypt yet.

Wait a little bit, little fox, soon I'll become richer, I'll open my own business, and we'll fly wherever you want.

No, I can't wait anymore. I'd rather find myself a new husband.

The fox opened the dating site again, scrolled through profiles for a long time and finally came across a photo of the crane, the very one who lived on the other end of the forest.

Hmm, interesting.

The fox said.

What an interesting gentleman. Young, incredibly handsome, tall, slim, and rich too. This one will definitely take me to the Seychelles islands for vacation. Let me call him and arrange a meeting.

Several months after meeting the crane, the fox and crane had a wedding and began to live together.

Dear crane, when will we fly somewhere to warm lands?

The fox asked.

It's cold outside, frost, maybe we'll head to the Seychelles islands?

What would we do there?

The crane laughed mockingly.

You'd better feed me well, I'm always hungry.

And that's not surprising, because the fox serves food on flat little plates. The crane pecks with his beak, pecks, but can't get full. And nothing works out for them — a happy life: the crane is hungry, and the fox dreams of travel.

And then the fox remembered how well she lived with the wolf. Although he wasn't rich, he never went hungry. And he liked the flat plates, and he took care of Lisitsia, and even took her to Egypt by the sea so she could warm her red sides.

But trouble came — the wolf has long been living with a she-wolf, raising little cubs, earned a lot of money and rests by the sea every month.

So the fox remained alone, in her little house.

Read fairy tales and you will always know how to act!

Hello, you have a package!

Grandfather, come here quickly! Some young man brought us a package. Should we take it or not?

The old woman worried.

Who is it from?

The old man was surprised.

The package is for you from distant lands, it traveled across the sea and through cities.

The courier replied.

Did our children send us exotic delicacies? Of course we'll take it, leave our package!

The old man exclaimed.

As soon as the door closed behind the courier, the old man and woman began to open the package. They open a large box, and inside—a brand new, beautiful latest generation laptop.

Oh my goodness, what kind of box is this? And what are these little cords and holes in it?

The old woman was amazed.

You're something else! This is a real computer. You can play games on it, watch movies, and even print a book!

The old man was delighted and began to take the laptop out of the box.

And how do you know what this fancy thing is?

The old woman cried out in surprise.

Well, the guys at fishing told me how they watch interesting movies on computers like this and play "tanks."

What tanks? What kind of game is that? Are they huge, metal, real ones that shoot and drive?

The old woman nearly fell over in surprise.

You old woman are so behind the times! "Tanks" is a game, I'll go fishing and ask the guys how to play it. We'll have such fun together. Instead of looking out the window in the evenings and being bored, we'll play "tanks" whenever we want!

The grandfather scratched his head and began to set up the laptop.

He read the instructions for a long time, turning the laptop this way and that. And the package had everything needed: a modem, a wi-fi router, and even speakers to listen to music louder.

The old man connected everything and went fishing to meet with the guys and ask them everything. He came to the shore, but there was no one there. He had to go back home.

Night fell, the old man and woman were getting ready for bed. And suddenly they heard strange sounds from the room where they put the laptop: "beep-beep." Grandfather and grandmother were frightened, jumped up and ran to the room. There, the screen lit up, music was playing, and on the monitor was an image—their own children, who live far abroad.

How do you turn this thing on? Maybe press this blue button?

The old man decided to try his luck and pressed the button with all his might.

Mom, Dad, finally you're online. You sit in your backwater and don't know what's happening in the world. So we decided to give you a gift—a new, beautiful laptop so you can stay in touch with us anytime. We want to come visit you soon, we really miss you.

What joy!

The old woman cried out.

Our dear children will come, but we have nothing to feed them. Come on, grandfather, go to the shore for fish, maybe we'll have a good catch today.

The old man took his fishing gear and went fishing. He sat on the shore, an hour passed, then two, but there were no bites. And suddenly he felt the fishing line tighten, the bell rang. The old man began to pull with all his might, and he pulled out a fish.

Just as he was about to throw it in the bucket, he heard the fish speak in a human voice:

Don't eat me, old man. I'm small and not tasty. Let's do this—you let me go, and I'll grant your wish. Make a wish!

The grandfather didn't think long and decided to take this chance.

Can you fill my refrigerator with food? My children are coming from far away, and I have nothing to treat them with.

That's not difficult at all. You'll have a full refrigerator of food, the tastiest and most healthy.

The fish replied.

And so they did. The grandfather went home, and the fish swam back to the sea. The old man came home, and there was a full refrigerator of food: red caviar, black caviar, trout and salmon. Various tropical fruits, fragrant, and in the middle of the table were lobsters, langoustines, and a small roasted piglet.

Where did all this come from?

The old woman asked in bewilderment.

This, grandmother, is our salvation. I caught a golden fish while fishing, not an ordinary one, but a truly magical one. And we made a deal—I let her go into the sea, and she grants any wish I make.

The old man told the story with burning eyes.

The old woman grabbed her head and started screaming:

So nothing but food came into your old head? Let's ask her for a sausage factory right away. You should wish for things that benefit us. We'll get rich, buy furs, a car, do business. Go to this fish and ask her for a factory!

The grandfather came to the shore, and there at the very sand was the golden fish waiting for him and asked in a human voice:

Well, are you happy with the food? The best products are now in your refrigerator.

My old woman is not satisfied. Now she wants a sausage factory so we can have our own business and live richly.

No problem! Your old woman will have a factory.

The old man came home, and there, next to his little house, was a tall fence and buildings on two hectares of land. Inside everything was humming, making noise, lots of people working there, pigs and cows living in the enclosure.

Wow! And it's really a real factory! And a farm next to it!

The old man was so surprised he nearly crashed into the fence.

Well, old woman, how do you like it? Are you satisfied now?

The old woman thought and said:

Let's go together to this golden fish. Let her look at me more carefully, remember my face, and now every time I ask her, she'll grant my wish.

The old woman quickly got ready and went to the shore.

Hey fish, come out! I brought you the old woman so you can grant her wishes.

The old man shouted.

The fish swam to the very shore and said:

What do you want? What wish should I grant?

I want you to always serve me and grant all my wishes instantly. Right now, for example, I want my own island in the middle of the ocean, a fancy airplane so we can fly to this island, and all your sea where lots of fish swim, I'll build a city on the water so all the sea creatures obey me.

But how? If you build a city on the water, where will all the other sea creatures live?

I'll put them in special aquariums.

The old woman laughed.

And suddenly, the fish flicked her tail, waves rose in the sea, wind swirled everything around. The old man and woman ran home, and decided they would come back when the storm calmed down. But instead of the factory next to the house, a thick forest suddenly appeared with wild animals, so the grandfather and grandmother couldn't even leave the house. The refrigerator was empty again, with only a crust of bread on the shelf. And so the old man and woman ended up with nothing, and they greeted their children with a piece of bread, without butter and even without salt.

Read fairy tales and you will always know what to wish for and what not to do!

Autumn is the season of harvest. And the riot of colors that autumn possesses touched the apple orchard as well. Apple trees grew in neat, well-tended rows in this garden. Back in early spring, when they bloomed, spreading their fragrance all around, they formed ovaries, from which fruits soon developed. Little rains watered the earth, moistened the leaves, and the apples filled with juice, grew, and ripened.

The saplings, having gathered new strength, began their battle for the harvest. They stretched their branches toward the sun, and the apples gleamed in its rays. And there they were—ripe and fragrant fruits hanging on the trees, asking to be picked. After all, they had worked so hard to grow and delight us with their taste.

Day after day, Uncle Moose walked through his garden, observing the growth of the trees and the ripening of the apples. He realized that he alone could not handle collecting such a large harvest. After thinking it over, he came to the conclusion that he needed to invite helpers for this important task. The main helpers for Uncle Moose became young squirrels, young rabbits, and young bears.

The next morning, the garden gates opened, and a group of excited little animals entered the territory of the apple kingdom. Uncle Moose stood before them.

Have you come to work in the garden?

Yes!

They answered together.

Excellent! Thank you for responding to my request for help.

Come, I'll show you how to harvest. For this we'll need a ladder, since many apples grow at great heights, even at the very tops of the trees. We'll also need two baskets to put the picked apples in.

Before you are three types of baskets: small, medium, and large. What do you think—which basket would be most convenient for putting apples in right after they're picked from the tree?

Which? Which? Which?

The little animals whispered among themselves, not daring to make a decision.

Let me explain! A small basket will hold very few apples, only two or three. A large basket will hold many, but it will be very heavy to carry. So here's the conclusion: it's most convenient to collect apples in a medium-sized basket. Now, each of you take a comfortable basket!

And each helper took a comfortable basket for themselves.

And to interest you even more,

Uncle Moose continued.

I've decided to organize a fun competition. Look: in my garden grow apples of different varieties—they differ in taste and color. So I've decided to divide you into three teams.

The little rabbits made up the first team. They were given the task of collecting red apples.

The squirrels formed the second team and received the task of collecting yellow apples. The young bears became members of the third team. Their goal was to collect green apples.

Why, that's just like a traffic light!

Exclaimed the fluffy red squirrel.

Yes, yes, yes! A traffic light!

The other little animals chimed in.

Now get ready, face the garden and look at it carefully, admire its beauty.

Look, look.

The little rabbit clapped his paws.

The apples, like decorations on a Christmas tree, delight the eye with their multicolored beauty.

I see.

Said Uncle Moose.

You've charged yourselves with positive emotions, and now, before we start work, I want to treat you to apples. I've washed them and I'm happy to offer them to you to try. Eating apples helps reduce the risk of various diseases. And besides, whoever eats an apple a day rarely, if ever, visits the doctor!

The little animals happily began to crunch on pieces of fragrant and delicious apples.

And after refreshing themselves, they scattered to their assigned areas and enthusiastically set to work.

The baskets quickly filled up, and work was in full swing. The little animals became so absorbed in the apple-picking competition that they didn't notice the danger threatening the harvest. Only the smallest bear cub noticed that some apples had holes in them, and little worms were peeking out of these holes.

Oh, what a fat one.

Said the bear cub.

Who? Who?

The little animals ran toward his voice.

Look—a worm. Let's pull it out of there.

And he began to grab the worm with his paw, but it hid inside the apple.

No, we can't handle this ourselves.

Said the squirrel.

It's not alone here; there are worms in other apples too. We need to call someone for help. But who?

I know who we can call to save the apples!

Exclaimed the rabbit.

The birds will help us. I've seen how they destroy pests with their beaks.

And everyone shouted loudly:

Birds, birds, help us! Free the apples from the worms!

The birds heard the call, flew over, quickly did their work, and thus freed the apples from unwanted inhabitants. The animals thanked them, and Uncle Moose treated them to ripe apples.

The harvest continued, and the baskets filled and filled with colorful fruits. All three teams did an excellent job with their assignments.

And indeed, like a big traffic light, baskets with red, yellow, and green apples stood proudly at the edge of the garden.

Now we need to carefully pack the collected fruits into storage boxes.

Said Uncle Moose.

For this, we select apples with a diameter of 6.5–7 cm and weighing about 150–200 grams. I have small garden scales for this purpose. We wrap each apple in paper and place it in the box stem-side up, in a single layer. This way they'll keep better and longer, right through to spring.

What will we do with the remaining apples, for example, the red ones?

Asked the rabbit.

We'll make jam from them.

And from the yellow apples?

Asked the squirrel.

From the yellow apples we'll make compote and preserves.

What will we make from the green apples?

Asked the bear cub.

And from the green apples we'll make the most delicious juice.

Answered Uncle Moose.

You see, each of your teams is responsible not only for collecting apples of a certain color, but also for processing and preserving them.

The little animals worked splendidly. Tired but satisfied with their work and its results, they sat down to rest and enjoy sweet and delicious apples.

Time flew swiftly, and the first shadows of dusk began to fall on the garden. Uncle Moose thanked the animals for their work, and as a sign of his gratitude, gave each one a basket of apples. But he filled the basket not with apples of just one color, but with different colors, so it would be not only tasty but also beautiful.

And besides, my little helpers, I suggest that tomorrow, when you've rested, you draw a basket of apples and call your drawing "Harvest Time."

This way, you'll preserve your memories of the time spent in the garden and the impressions you received here, not only in your memory but also on paper.

Yes!

The rabbits, squirrels, and bear cubs answered in unison.

We'll do just that.

Thank you for inviting us and for the treats!

The little animals said goodbye and went home. Uncle Moose also went to rest.

And only a gentle breeze remained to wander through the garden among the trees and swirl the fallen leaves, as if playing with them in a game only it understood.

Read original fairy tales and you'll not only charge yourself with positivity but also learn many useful things!

How to live from now on:
— I won't go to kindergarten —
It's become so boring.
I won't listen to adults —
I'm tired of them.

I don't want to learn poems,
I won't braid my hair,
But I want to play, walk,
And ride on roller skates.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard,
The girl stood up
And, a friend coming from afar,
She caught sight of.

She came, sat down nearby,
Bowed her head.
And quietly, almost crying,
She spoke thus:

— They say you must put
All things in their place.
Put clothes away in the closet…
— But it's too tight there!

— They say you must wash
Your own dishes.
— I won't do it.
I don't want to! I won't!

What such complications,
Explain, friend,
I'd rather go to sleep.
Where is my pillow?

But she didn't get to sleep.
A branch bent down,
And with a wreath on her head
The third of the sisters appeared.

I too, girls,
Want to talk.
My dreams and aspirations
Discuss with you.

I very much want to be
A fairy tale character,
Not with a wreath on my head,
But with a golden crown.

And I always want to walk
In a beautiful, bustling square,
And to get there
By helicopter.

Suddenly, out of nowhere,
A fairy appeared.
The sisters quickly stood up,
Not believing their eyes.

The fairy smiled sweetly,
Sang a little song,
And asked the girls,
What would they like?!

The first sister spoke:
— I want to go to the sea,
Lie on the sand to my heart's content,
Frolic in the open space.

— And I want lots of treats:
Cakes, pastries,
Chocolate, marmalade
And a bucket of candy,—

The second girl said all this,
And from future happiness
Laughed loudly.
— Well, I want, — said
The third of the sisters, —

For music to play,
To listen to birds singing,
To visit theaters, balls,
Exhibitions, shows,
About me, like a princess,
Let them write stories.

— Very well, — said the fairy, —
Everything can be done,
But you can change your mind,
While it's not too late.

— No, no, no, — said the sisters, —
We need all this.
To the fulfillment of wishes
We will be very glad!

A swift wind suddenly blew,
The birds fell silent.
Magic was accomplished
For each of the sisters.

So a month passes,… a third,
The first — on the beach
Suffers from the heat,
Applies cream to her body.

The second has diathesis
And her skin is red,
And she can no longer
Look at sweets.

The third is also tired
Of singing and having fun.
The three sisters wanted
To go back home.

Fairy! Fairy! — they cried, —
Bring us back quickly!
We will do everything around the house,
We will become kinder.

We will help mother,
Study well,
Clean up after ourselves,
And not be lazy at all.

The fairy quickly flew in
And looked with reproach.
— Tired? Don't like it?
You wanted this so much!?

Time cannot be turned back,
The days have flown away!
Well, enough grieving.

Here's what I'll tell you:
Before you wish for something —
Think it through well!

The heir studied at a prestigious university somewhere abroad and was completely uninterested in his father's business. He delegated all his responsibilities for growing various crops to a peasant named Ivan, who was a true professional in agriculture.

Ivan had a large family: a beautiful wife, four sons and two daughters. And of course, there was never enough money for everyone: the girls needed to buy beautiful dresses and jewelry, and the sons had to change their phones and tablets every month—they were so active and constantly lost or broke their things.

Bear Pavlovich abroad was not interested in the fields at all. When it came time to harvest, the young manager became absorbed in a new entertainment—computer games—and had no interest whatsoever in the turnips that had been planted across two hectares. Every day Ivan called his boss the bear to ask permission to harvest, but he was always too busy. The peasant called by phone and sent emails, but got no response. Only one way worked to reach the manager—Skype.

Hey, Bear Pavlovich! Why can't I reach you?! It's time to harvest the turnips, but you won't answer!

The peasant cried indignantly into his laptop screen.

Why should I care? All I need is the money from these turnips. You cut the tops using that modern equipment my father bought, and throw away the roots.

Replied the bear.

What are you saying? The roots are the most valuable part of the turnip, not the tops!

The peasant shouted even louder.

So who's the boss here? Who's in charge, me or you? Just do what I tell you.

Grumbled Bear Pavlovich and disconnected.

How can this be!

Thought Ivan.

There will be no profit if I do what the bear says, but I need to feed my family.

And so the peasant decided to outwit the bear. He dug up the roots himself and sold them abroad for a good price, and sent the tops to Korea as the bear had instructed. Of course, there was no profit, and the bear urgently contacted the peasant.

Listen, Ivan! Why was there no profit from our turnips? Did you do everything I said?

Yes! I sent the tops to Korea and processed the roots with the new equipment and threw them away!

The peasant answered confidently.

Strange. Well, soon it will be time to harvest wheat. Let's try the opposite—we'll sell the roots and throw away the tops. Do you understand? Be careful not to mix it up!

Don't worry, Bear Pavlovich, I'll do everything perfectly!

The peasant answered with a sly grin and disconnected.

When harvesting wheat in the fields, Ivan acted just as cleverly—he did everything correctly and properly, while appearing to follow the bear's foolish orders.

What is happening again?!

The bear shouted menacingly into his laptop screen.

Why is there no profit again? Did you mess everything up?

What do you mean, bear? I did everything you said—sold the roots, threw away the tops.

The peasant answered calmly.

Then why did we get no money at all, absolutely no profit? Is wheat really that cheap these days?

Cried the enraged bear. It turned out that the old father, who had entrusted all his affairs to his son's control, learned about everything that was happening, and realized he had made a mistake.

From that day on, the father bear stopped indulging his son: no pocket money, no new stylish things, nothing was bought or given. He even took away the new Lamborghini and bought an old Lada instead.

And so the peasant outwitted the bear, accumulated money, and provided his children with a long and happy life.

Read new fairy tales and nothing like this will ever happen to you.

А купили они этот аэродром специально для того, чтобы развозить по всем странам мира яйца, которые несли куры на их собственной ферме. С каждым годом курочек становилось все больше, потому что был у бабки с дедом новенький японский инкубатор, который купили они за огромные деньги, когда летали отдыхать за границу.

А еще была у деда с бабкой курочка, и звали ее Ряба. Берегли ее как зеницу ока дед и баба не просто так: несла курочка яйца, да не простые, а из чистого золота. Однажды в институте новых технологий ее запрограммировали по уникальной системе, потому что все ее данные идеально подходили для опыта. С тех пор Ряба стала настоящим кладом, благодаря ей баба с дедом стали богаче всех богатых.

Так и проходили день за днем, Ряба несла золотые яички, дед с бабкой богатели, и между делом продавал обычные яйца в других странах.

Но Ряба счастливой не была, хоть и жила в хороших условиях на суперсовременной ферме со всеми удобствами. Очень уж хотелось ей стать мамой, чтобы вместо золотых яничек несла она обычные, а из них вылупились бы маленькие, желтенькие пушистенькие цыплятки.

Не знаете ли вы, курицы, как мне снести обычные яички, а не золотые?

Спрашивала Ряба у других кур.

Куд-куд-кудах! Какие? Золотые? Это ты что ли такие яйца несешь?

Удивлялись соседки-наседки.

Ну да! А дед с бабкой их продают и на вырученные деньги машины и самолеты себе покупают. А я так хочу стать мамой, чтобы из моих яичек, из обыкновенных, лупились цыплятки. Я бы их за собой водила, клювиком пшеничку клевать бы учила.

Отвечала Ряба.

И вдруг одна курица тихонько окликнула Рябу:

Эй, Ряба, иди-ка сюда. Слышала я про какие-то витаминки, название совсем не помню. Но знаю я, что если попить их, то обязательно вылупятся у тебя цыплятки, гарантию дает научный институт.

А как же я узнаю название?

Расстроенно спросила Ряба.

А интернет на что?

Удивилась курица.

Я знаю, что у бабки с дедом в их хоромах есть все: и телевизоры, и шторы на пульте управления, и даже компьютер. Вот там ты точно сможешь узнать название этих чудо-витаминок.

И тогда Ряба решила во что бы то ни стало пробраться в дом к деду и бабке и обязательно разузнать название витамин, которые помогут ей стать настоящей мамочкой.

Наступил вечер, в доме погасли огоньки, дед с бабкой улеглись спать. Ряба ни на минутку не отходила от окна, все ждала, когда же настанет ночь и она сможет проникнуть в комнату, где на красивом дубовом столе стоит заветный компьютер.

Ряба тихонько вышла через черный ход с фермы, незаметно проползла мимо камер видеонаблюдения и влетела в открытую форточку, которую бабка всегда открывала на ночь. Проникнув в дом, курочка тут же услышала громкий рев — это дед с бабкой храпели, перекликаясь друг с дружкой.

О, значит они крепко спят и ничего не услышат.

Подумала Ряба и тихонько пролетела в комнату, где стоял компьютер. Она нажала на кнопку и монитор включился. В окне поиска Ряб начала вводить: «Витамины для рождения цыплят, чудо-витаминки для будущих мам…».

И вдруг наткнулась она на яркий, красочный сайт, где были нарисованы красивые, желтенькие цыплятки. Ряба начала читать, что же это за витамины? Оказалось, это то, что нужно.

Именно такие витамины помогают курочкам нести яйца, из которых через двадцать один день вылупятся маленькие цыплятки. И тут у Рябы возник вопрос, а как же она эти витаминки получит? Может сбежать с фермы и оббежать все аптеки? А вдруг дед с бабкой заметят и отправятся на ее поиски, еще и привлекут правоохранительные органы? Неет, так дело не пойдет.

И тогда у Рябы в голове созрел план — она закажет чудо-витаминки с доставкой на дом, сегодня в нашем мире все возможно. Она быстренько оформила заявку, вписала данные деда с бабкой и выключила компьютер. Теперь дело оставалось за малым — перехватить посылку раньше, чем это сделают баб и дед.

Время ожидания пролетело незаметно. Настал долгожданный день, посылка была доставлена. Принесли ее рано утром, когда дед с бабой еще спали. С этого момента Ряба начала принимать витаминки по назначенному курсу. Прошел месяц, и до конца курса оставался всего лишь один день.

И вдруг на ферму влетели баба и дед:

Это чьи такие витамины?

Закричали они, махая упаковкой, в которой оставалась последняя витаминка.

Ряба чуть не потеряла сознание. Она начала нервно кудахтать, перья ее взъерошились, она поняла, что все пропало и теперь назначенный курс она не сможет завершить. Расстроилась Ряба и распрощалась со своей мечтой — стать мамочкой.

И вот, на следующий день, в то время, когда Ряба должна была снести золотое яйцо, снесла она яйцо обыкновенное. Курица не поверила своему счастью.Бабке с дедом курица сказала, что она заболела, и поэтому яйца нести не может. Свое обыкновенное яичко Ряба спрятала в укромном уголочке, где его никто и никогда не найдет.

Так каждый день она несла обыкновенные яйца, которые сама же и высиживала. И вдруг, в один прекрасный день она услышала странный хруст — это маленький цыпленочек своим клювиком пробивал скорлупу, за ним еще один, и еще один.

Шло время, цыплятки росли и начинали громки пищать.

Это что тут за писк?

Вдруг неожиданно заглянула бабка в уголок, где Ряба жила со своими детками.

Это что за цыплятки? Мы таких в инкубаторе не видели!

Ряба так испугалась за своих деток! А вдруг бабка их всех заберет, и курочка больше никогда их не увидит.

Но все сложилось совсем по-другому. Бабка сжалилась над Рябой, и разрешила и дальше жить ей со своими цыплятками. Ведь к тому времени дед с бабкой были такими богатыми, что никакие золотые яйца им уже были не нужны. Так и зажили все вместе счастливо: дед, бабка и курочка Ряба со своими детками.

Читайте новые сказки, и вы тоже будет счастливы.

What a magical piggishness.

Said the Owl, flying over the clearing where they were having fun.

And when autumn came and it started getting cold in the evenings, one of the brothers named Grundelson said:

Everyone in the world needs a home, both people and animals, and so do we — little pigs.

Oh, not now. When it gets really cold, then we'll think about it. For now, let's play.

Answered Grunkin and Grunny.

Did you hear that?!

The voice of the owl rang out at that moment, who was sitting in a tree and watching the brothers.

A Wolf has appeared in our area, he is evil, hungry and scary.

Oh, if you're afraid of him.

Objected Grunkin and Grunny.

Then sit in your hollow.

And they themselves sang in a friendly pig squeal in two voices:

We're not afraid
Of the Gray Wolf,
Gray Wolf.
Where do you roam
Gray Wolf,
Gray Wolf?

Who would have thought that the Owl's words about the wolf in the forest would come true. This news was on the lips of all the animals.

The piglets understood that things were bad, even when they went to sleep. It was quite cool outside.

And in the morning they woke up from the cold, and it became quite clear that cold weather was approaching, and they needed to build a house. In it they could hide from the Wolf and warm themselves during the harsh frosts.

Grunkin said:

I will build a house from straw. It will be warm and soft, and there's so much of it everywhere, no need to go far for building materials, spend money and time on delivery. And we won't have to call crooked craftsmen.

And I — from branches and twigs. So it doesn't blow away in the wind.

Answered Grunny.

As they said, so they did.

At this time their brother Grundelson was building his house.

He was distinguished by intelligence and resourcefulness, knew how to combine play and work. Grundelson made a foundation of stone, walls of brick, a roof of red tiles, installed solar panels on it to generate electricity. After all, inside he wanted to equip the house with smart technology, and for that he needed a constant power supply.

And Grunny and Grunkin continued to sing and dance:

One and two,
And it's all ready,
A house built from straw,
Three-four,
From branches too,
We can have fun again.

The Wolf heard their songs and shouted:

Who is making noise in the forest when the Wolf is tired and sleeping?

And when he saw two plump rosy piglets, he squealed with delight:

Wow, what well-fed little ones! I could only dream of such! Can you believe it, what luck! To catch two pigs at once!

The piglets got scared and ran into Grunny's straw house.

The Wolf approached their shelter, scratched behind his ear, and said in bewilderment:

What kind of straw stack is this? I'll easily destroy it! I just need to take a big breath and blow with all my might! Your entire flimsy straw shack will scatter in all directions.

And the Wolf blew. And the straw scattered in all directions. The house collapsed. And the piglets ran to the second house that Grunkin had built. The Wolf jumped after them.

Oh, and what is this frail little hut made of branches? Ha-ha-ha! I'll break this one too, but I'll have to work a bit here, use some force.

And the Wolf began to shake Grunkin's house. The branches fell, the supports broke and this flimsy little house also collapsed.

The piglets ran as fast as they could.

Ah, just look at these bold pigs! They're running away from me.

Howled the Wolf.

I'll catch them anyway!

And he grabbed them by their hind legs. The piglets ran only on their front legs. A huge pine tree appeared ahead.

Let's scatter in different directions.

Shouted Grunny, remembering lessons from his school physical education teacher.

And they rushed in different directions: Grunny — to the right, and Grunkin — to the left. And the Wolf remained in the middle, and at full speed crashed into the pine tree.

The piglets' legs slipped out of his enormous paws, and he himself hit his head against the pine trunk so hard that sparks flew from his eyes, and pine cones rained down on his head.

The brothers, out of breath, reached Grundelson's house. He opened the door for them and let them in.

The piglets trembled with fear. Tears rolled down their snouts.

Calm down.

Said Grundelson.

Everything will be fine! The Wolf won't be able to overcome my house. It's strong, it can't be blown away by wind, can't be broken by force. And this will be a lesson for you that you can sing, play, and dance if you have somewhere to run to! There!

At that moment the Wolf ran around the house, tried to destroy it, but only broke all his claws and shattered his teeth. So he left with nothing.

And inside Grundelson's house, he decided to give his brothers a tour.

My house is very smart. It has no lock, but opens by hoof print. It has motion sensors, a wireless mini-button for light above the work surface in the kitchen, a cube with pre-programmed TV channels, a gas and smoke detector.

And in the bedroom, when I wake up and it's still dark outside, I say: "Good morning!", and the light turns on by itself from the sound of my voice.

When I leave the bathroom, the light turns off by itself from the closing door, and the ventilation turns on. And I also have a robot vacuum. It cleans not only the floor, but also the air of dust and allergenic particles.

Wow! How cool!

The brothers marveled.

And you know what? I suggest you move in with me in this house.

Said Grundelson.

But for that we need to build a second floor so there's enough space for everyone.

Great idea! Thank you!

Grunkin and Grunny chimed in.

And they all got down to work and sang:

Now we need to build
A new two-story house!
To avoid getting into trouble,
We need to live in a strong house!

The work went quickly. The piglets built a second floor, connected the entire house to an alarm system and put it under guard, and lived in it together, peacefully and happily.

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Once, while looking through picture books, they saw an unusual image. It showed a large round building with a roof stretched upward and the word "Circus" written on it.

The kittens read this book and looked at all the pictures.

And they thought:

How wonderful it would be if the circus came to our town too.

Until that happened, they entertained themselves by pretending to be clowns. Audiences usually laugh when clowns fall. So they threw banana peels under their feet, slipped on them, and fell down laughing.

They put a brush or mop under the door, and when it opened, everything fell and made whoever entered laugh. They put on their father's hat or mother's beret, and since the hats were too big for them, they constantly fell over their eyes, covering them, and everyone laughed. The kittens even told their parents that they wanted to be circus performers.

And their father replied:

Before becoming circus performers, you need to thoroughly study the subject, look at books, read textbooks on circus arts. And you also need to study and practice a lot.

After this conversation, some more time passed. And one day, while walking with their parents in the park, the kittens heard music coming from somewhere beyond the forest. They all went toward the sound. And, oh wonder!

On the park grounds, on a large clearing, stood a tent similar to the one they had seen in the pictures in their circus book. And right in front of them hung a colorful poster announcing an upcoming circus performance.

Wow! This is a circus!

The kittens cried out.

Hurray! The circus has come!

Mom, Dad, we want to go to the circus!

Wait.

Said Mother Cat.

First we need to buy tickets. And here's the ticket booth! Look, what a long line there is. Be patient.

The line moved quickly. And soon the cat family had approached the cherished window.

Take your tickets.

Said Magpie the ticket seller.

Your row and seat are indicated on them.

The cat family headed toward the colorful tent. There were many spectators inside. Everyone who wanted to see the performance took their seats. The lights on the stands went out, only the stage, which in the circus is called the "arena," was lit. Special circus music began to play, the hall fell silent, and the performance began.

First, the host came onto the arena — the ringmaster. He greeted the audience and announced the first performer. It was an Elephant.

He danced on a bright platform. It was amazing that such a huge animal could dance so gracefully, and on such a small area as the surface of the platform.

After finishing his dance, the Elephant bowed, raised his trunk, and played it like a trumpet. All the spectators applauded him very loudly.

In place of the graceful Elephant came an impressive Tiger — a brave and fearless beast. And his act was very difficult, bold, and serious. The Tiger jumped through a ring of fire, everyone in the hall became frightened, but the Tiger was not afraid of anything. He performed his act with dignity and received loud applause for it.

And then funny clowns ran onto the arena. They did somersaults, stumbled, splashed water on themselves, fell… and did it so clumsily and funny that all the stands with spectators shook with laughter.

Following the clowns, two Foxes came onto the circus arena. Dressed up and beautiful, they gracefully walked along a tightly stretched thin rope, helping themselves with fans to maintain balance. Then they climbed up to the very top of the circus dome on an aerial trapeze. And the hall froze in delight and fear.

The Foxes swung on the trapeze easily and naturally, like on a swing. As if not noticing that they were not on a playground, but high above the ground. From the side, it seemed that doing this was not difficult at all. But this act is not only beautiful, but also dangerous. And to perform so skillfully, you need to practice a lot.

The aerial gymnasts Foxes bowed and everyone applauded, expressing their delight at their act and talent in this way.

Then horses, camels, zebras, and llamas performed. Their joint act impressed with the complexity of movements, the way they danced, galloped, and walked around the arena. It was very beautiful and graceful.

Next came a magician onto the circus arena. Oh, what he did! He put individual scarves in a trunk and pulled out scarves tied together with strong knots. He inflated a white balloon, and instead of it, a white dove appeared.

He put a monkey in a bag and pulled out bananas. The magician put colored ribbons in a metal tube and took out a colored feather duster for dusting. The hall was delighted. And with prolonged applause, it did not want to let the magician go backstage for a long time and asked for more.

In place of the talented magician came sea creatures. A sea lion played with a ball, and for this he was given fish to eat. And he also clapped his flippers like hands, and also received treats. A crocodile clicked its teeth and beat its tail, imitating playing percussion instruments.

The kittens watched the performance as if mesmerized.

But then the host came onto the arena again, called all the performers to take a bow, and announced that the performance was over. The audience applauded standing. And after prolonged and loud applause, they began to leave, reluctantly leaving the cozy circus tent.

The cat family also headed home. On the way, they discussed what they had seen, expressing their delight and admiration for the skills and abilities of the performing artists.

The kittens had dinner and went to sleep. And at that time, the animal performers were also having their dinner after their performance.

Horses and zebras chewed delicious carrots and fragrant hay. The Elephant enjoyed juicy fruits, and the Tiger fresh meat, sea lions consumed small sea fish, and monkeys peeled sweet bananas one after another. They had worked hard today, and their colleagues' appetites were also excellent. After eating their fill, the performers also wanted to sleep.

The Tiger roared and closed his eyes.

Sweet dreams, dear Tiger!

The Elephant trumpeted with his trunk again, like on a trumpet, and prepared to go to sleep.

Good night, Mr. Elephant!

The seal did his last tricks, training in his home, but his strength was leaving him and he began to fall asleep.

Sweet dreams, Seal!

The Foxes yawn, rub their eyes with their paws, and also go to sleep.

Sweet dreams, Foxes!

Well, that's it. Now everyone is sleeping, both the animals and the kittens. Everyone had a busy and joyful day, smoothly transitioning into evening. Now night has come. And tomorrow the sun will rise, morning will come, and there will be a new day and new impressions.

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And in our age of modern technology and gadgets, they equipped their cottage with the latest technology: satellite television, internet, convenient means of transportation, a scooter, a bicycle and more. Grandpa plowed small garden beds near the house on his mini-tractor, and grandma took care of the household. At a family meeting, after heated debates and compelling arguments, they made a joint decision to buy a goat. The little goat Rosie gave them milk.

Grandpa and grandma ordered groceries through the internet with delivery, since there was no store in their village, and it was economically inefficient to travel to the neighboring village to shop.

And so one day grandpa says:

Bake me a gingerbread man, grandma.

And she replies:

The internet was down yesterday, we haven't ordered flour yet.

Why don't you rummage through the bags in the basement, do an inventory of the kitchen cabinets, maybe you'll find something.

Okay.

Said grandma.

Looks like I can't get out of this, I'll do it your way.

She shook through the bags, searched the cabinets, milked some milk from the goat Rosie, and managed to make some dough. Grandma put all the ingredients into a miraculous bread maker, turned on the "Gingerbread Man" baking program, and the mixing and baking process began in full swing.

While our heroes were busy with their personal affairs, chatting with relatives on social media, the bread maker program was coming to an end. The gingerbread man was baked.

Grandma opened the bread maker, and there it was - so fluffy, fragrant, rosy... But very hot.

Grandma placed the gingerbread man on the windowsill to cool, and went to the kitchen to load the dirty dishes into the dishwasher.

The gingerbread man lay there, and suddenly saw a monocycle (unicycle).

Oh, what cool transportation.

Thought the gingerbread man.

Let me take it for a ride, stretch my sides, get out of my comfort zone on the windowsill.

The round fellow jumped from the window, climbed onto the monocycle and rolled away... Rolling, smiling, having fun. Suddenly, a Hare on roller skates comes toward him.

Saw the gingerbread man and snickered meanly:

Gingerbread man, gingerbread man, I'll overtake you and eat you.

Don't eat me, little hare, and you won't catch me anyway. Let me sing you a song and we'll pretend you didn't say anything and I didn't hear anything. And each of us will go our own way.

While the hare was thinking, the gingerbread man rolled away. He didn't have to eat or chase anyone. And he almost didn't sing a song either. That's what happened to him.

The gingerbread man felt sorry for the hare, came back and sang him a song to lift his spirits and restore his faith in life:

I'm a gingerbread man,
I'm a gingerbread man,
I'm a rosy-cheeked fellow,
I ran away from grandma,
I ran away from grandpa,
And from you too, hare,
I'll ride away on my unicycle.

The gingerbread man rolls on, and a Wolf on a scooter comes toward him.

Saw the gingerbread man and asks:

Oh, how can you be so beautiful and delicious, rolling through the forest all by yourself? What if you meet someone bad, like me, and I eat you in one bite! I like you, and I'm going to eat you.

Don't eat me, wolf, I'll sing you a song, I composed the music and lyrics myself, didn't sleep for ten nights.

And the gingerbread man sang:

I'm a gingerbread man,
I'm a gingerbread man,
I'm a rosy-cheeked fellow,
I ran away from grandma,
I ran away from grandpa,
I ran away from the hare,
And from you, wolf, I'll escape.

And the gingerbread man rolled away, and the wolf couldn't catch him on his rusty scooter.

Suddenly, a Bear rides out from behind a tree on a gyroscooter.

Rolls up to the gingerbread man and, drawling his words lazily, says:

Just look at that! It's the rosy and delicious gingerbread man! You smell so good that I've made an important decision to eat you.

Don't eat me, bear, I'll sing you such a song, you'll be amazed, we'll shake the whole forest.

Let's see, go ahead.

Growled the bear.

I'm a gingerbread man,
I'm a gingerbread man,
I'm a rosy-cheeked fellow,
I ran away from grandma,
I ran away from grandpa,
I ran away from the hare,
I ran away from the wolf,
And from you, Misha, I'll escape.

The gingerbread man rolls on on his monocycle, and a Fox on a bicycle comes toward him.

Oh, how beautiful and lovely you are, delicious and yummy. I'm going to eat you.

She said it just like that, without flattery or sycophancy, pure and straightforward.

Let me sing you a song, just don't eat me.

The gingerbread man got a little scared.

And he sang:

I'm a gingerbread man,
I'm a gingerbread man,
I'm a rosy-cheeked fellow,
I ran away from grandma,
I ran away from grandpa,
I ran away from the hare,
And I escaped from the wolf,
And I fooled the bear,
And from you, fox, I'll escape too!

Oh, what a stylish song, what a rhythm, what a deep text! And what a cool voice you have, gingerbread man. Sit on my nose and sing one more time.

Oh no, fox, I know you're cunning, I won't sit on your nose, and I won't sing anymore, I'll go back to grandpa and grandma.

The gingerbread man got on his monocycle and rolled away. Grandpa and grandma were already waiting for him, worried. And when the gingerbread man returned home, he apologized to them for his behavior and for jumping off the windowsill without asking.

And grandpa and grandma had an educational talk with him about gingerbread man maniacs and eaters that are found in the forest, explained the danger of talking to strangers.

Reciting poetry, singing songs and performing as an ensemble of folk talents can only be done within the family or with the permission of adults, and from unfamiliar people you meet who want to talk, you should try to run away.

The gingerbread man stayed to live in the modern cottage of his grandpa and grandma, enjoyed life, turned up the volume on the portable speaker to MAX and sang songs so loudly that even the crows were afraid to come near the property. The harvest was preserved and the enterprising characters organized a mini-farm... But that's a completely different story.

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For her goatlings' birthday, the goat gave them smartwatches with video capability, so she could safely leave them home alone and watch them on a monitor.

Every day when leaving for work, the goat would say:

Little goatlings, my dears, I'm going to work while you stay here alone. Don't open the door to anyone, especially not the wolf. Don't go outside without me, and keep the house tidy.

Alright, mama. We'll behave well.

The goatlings would reply.

Now show me your smartwatches! Are you all wearing them? I want to see you every minute and know what's happening there!

The goat would ask anxiously.

Yes, everything's fine!

The goatlings would answer, showing their little hooves with the shiny, bright devices gleaming on them.

Days passed this way—the goat went to work while the goatlings played at home under her watchful control.

Then one fine day, when the goat had left early in the morning, a wolf came running past the house.

Cold, hungry, wandering through the forest. I'm starving, with nowhere to sleep! What should I do?

The wolf howled mournfully.

Oh, here's the little house of our hardworking goat and her goatlings. I wonder who's home?

The wolf approached the door and knocked softly.

Who's there?

The smallest goatling answered in a gentle voice.

Mailman, I have a message from your mother.

The wolf replied.

The goatlings approached the door and listened, when one of them suddenly said:

That's not true. We talk to our mother through our smartwatches, and if she needed to tell us something, she would definitely call us.

We won't open up, go away, you liar!

The goatlings cried out in unison.

What should I do?

The wolf muttered quietly to himself.

Maybe I could pretend to be a kind wizard who brought little children gifts?

The wolf thought and headed toward the goat's house again.

Who's there?

The goatlings answered in chorus at the knock on the door.

It's me—a kind wizard. I want to give you many gifts because you behave so well.

What gifts did you bring us?

The goatlings asked with interest.

Oh, there are so many, I couldn't list them all. A beautiful computer, a big gyroscooter with glowing wheels, and a new music player with built-in super-powerful speakers.

The wolf answered.

Wow! I've always wanted a gyroscooter to ride around the forest on.

One of the goatlings beamed with joy.

And I've been dreaming of getting a music player, one that plays music loud enough for the whole forest to hear!

Another goatling rejoiced.

And only one, the very youngest, looked at the door anxiously and suddenly cried out:

What if it's the evil wolf trying to trick us? We open the door and he grabs us and eats us all.

Ha-ha-ha!!! A wolf? He's never even heard of gyroscooters, tablets, or players in his life. He's as ancient as the oak tree by our house.

The goatlings laughed. Together they approached the door, unlocked it, and a huge gray wolf appeared on the threshold.

The goatlings screamed and squealed, but the wolf was already inside the room. He roared so loudly that the little ones shut their eyes in fear. The wolf opened his mouth, pounced on the goatlings, and swallowed them all in one gulp. Only the smallest goatling managed to jump into a backpack that the children used for forest walks.

Oh, what a cute little bag!

The wolf glanced at the backpack where the little one was hiding.

I'll take this for myself. It'll be useful for hunting such foolish and defenseless creatures.

The wolf grabbed the backpack and left the house. The wolf had swallowed the little goatlings so quickly that they couldn't even move inside his belly. But the little goatling in the backpack was thinking of a plan to tell his mother what had happened. Finally, a brilliant idea came to him.

He remembered that he had smartwatches and could call his mother-goat through them.

The goatling quietly pressed the call button and half a minute later heard:

Hello, children, how are you doing?

The goat answered in a calm voice.

The goatling couldn't answer her because the wolf would hear. The little one quietly unzipped the backpack, stuck out his little hoof with the smartwatch, and turned on the video. All the way, the wolf was humming something to himself, while the goat urgently prepared to help her children. As soon as she saw the fluffy gray tail, she understood everything.

Meanwhile, the wolf reached his home. Throwing the backpack on the floor, the wolf lay down on his soft bed and began to snore. As soon as he fell asleep, the little goatling jumped out of the backpack and called his mother again.

Hello, mommy, dear mama! Something terrible happened!

The goatling whispered hurriedly.

I know, I understand that the gray wolf took you. Where are the other goatlings?

The goat asked.

They're in the wolf's belly, he swallowed them all at once.

The goatling cried.

I know what to do. I'll call all the goatlings in the wolf's belly at once. The smartwatches will play so loudly that the wolf will want to spit out our babies no matter what. And by then I'll arrive with reinforcements.

The goat dialed six numbers at once, and loud music erupted in the wolf's belly.

Oh, what's wrong with my stomach?

The wolf woke up immediately.

I can't take it, help me someone!!! I can't do this anymore!!!!

The wolf ran from corner to corner, not understanding what was happening. And loud music was playing in his belly too. The wolf rushed from corner to corner, holding his stomach and then his head. And suddenly, completely losing control, the wolf crashed into a chair so hard that his belly burst open, and six goatlings he had swallowed jumped right out.

At that moment, the goat burst into the house with reinforcements—they grabbed the wolf and tied him up with ropes. By then, the animal police had arrived at the wolf's house and took the villain to a special department from which such bandits could never escape.

From that day on, the goatlings never opened the door to strangers again. They always obeyed their mother and never took off their smartwatches, which had helped them defeat the gray wolf.

Grandmother, did you hear what they said on the news?

Grandfather called out excitedly.

No, I didn't. What is it?

Grandmother asked lazily.

They're selling a wonder-turnip at the market in the city! It grows to enormous size and can grant wishes!

Grandfather told her with admiration.

We need to go to the market, buy seeds, and plant a whole bunch of them. Then we can make many wishes, and they'll all come true!

My goodness! Does such a thing really exist?

Grandmother wondered.

It's the 21st century, old woman—many things are possible!

Grandfather answered quickly and began to prepare.

We'll go to the city in the morning and find the seeds for this turnip.

Morning came. Grandfather and Grandmother climbed into their old Opel, which took ten tries to start, and drove off to find the wonder-turnip. They drove for a long time with stops, and finally arrived. They parked their old jalopy near the market and set off searching.

Excuse me, could you tell us where we can find the wonder-turnip?

They asked every vendor at every stall.

Nowhere could they find the seeds, until one young man quietly asked:

Do you need a turnip?

Yes, but we need seeds for a wonder-turnip, not an ordinary one.

Grandfather replied.

I have some—five seeds left. Will you take them?

Of course!

Grandfather and Grandmother were delighted.

Placing the seeds in the safest spot, Grandfather and Grandmother headed home. After ten tries, they got their Opel started and after several hours finally arrived.

The next morning came. Grandfather and Grandmother woke early, went to the garden, dug up the beds, and planted all five seeds.

Time passed, but the turnip wouldn't grow.

Grandfather and Grandmother walked around it, muttering:

That vendor at the market cheated us!

And suddenly, after many days, a little sprout broke through the soil. It grew so quickly that within a week the wonder-turnip had grown enormous.

Well, Grandmother, I suppose we should pull it out now?

Grandfather suggested.

Oh, I don't know—are we in a hurry? Maybe we should wait a bit longer?

Grandmother replied.

And so they decided to wait.

Every day Grandfather watered the turnip and whispered under his breath:

Grow, turnip, grow enormous and mighty!

After several more days, Grandfather decided to pull the turnip from the ground. He and Grandmother went to the garden and pulled, but they couldn't manage it.

What a task!

Sighed the tired Grandfather.

How will we ever pull it out?

Maybe we should ask someone for help?

Grandmother asked.

We can't let it grow here too long. I made a wish, and it needs to grant it quickly.

Grandfather and Grandmother thought for a long time, then decided to call their neighbor for help. They pulled together, but still couldn't manage it.

Why don't I call my son?

The neighbor asked.

Maybe he can help us?

The son came, assessed the situation, and said:

We won't manage this. We need to ask for help from stronger beings—the forest animals. They have more strength; maybe they can help us pull it out.

Since the neighbor's son worked as a forester, he had connections with the animals. He went into the forest for help and brought back a bear. They all pulled together, with the bear leading. He roared and waved his paws, but they still couldn't pull it out.

Then the bear suggested calling the wolf—he was also considered the strongest animal in the forest, and maybe together they could do it.

The wolf arrived, howled everyone into silence, and said:

I don't need your help—you're all weaklings. Now I'll show you how to pull out a turnip.

He grabbed the top with his tail, howled, and pulled with all his might... but it didn't work. He just fell to the ground and hit his nose.

I know who can help us!

After resting, the wolf suddenly remembered.

Let's call the fox, my friend. She's clever and resourceful; maybe she can help us. The wolf went to get the fox, and on the way told her that they all together couldn't manage this wonder-turnip.

The wolf and fox ran down the road together, and the fox thought:

The grandmother and grandfather can't have this turnip! I must keep it for myself and make my own wish!

Of course, the fox didn't tell anyone her thoughts and pretended to try very hard to pull out the turnip.

Night fell, and Grandmother and Grandfather let all the animals stay the night so they could start pulling the wonder-turnip early the next morning. They put the fox on a soft bed to be comfortable, the wolf settled in an armchair in the hallway, curled up like a ball, and the bear sprawled on the floor next to him.

Everyone fell asleep, but the fox stayed awake. A brilliant plan had formed in her mind. The fox took her phone, called the emergency services, and summoned the rescue team. A whole brigade arrived with an enormous tractor that dug up the turnip in just one minute. They loaded it onto a trailer and took it to the fox's house.

In the morning, Grandmother and Grandfather woke up, woke the wolf and bear, and went to the garden—but the turnip was gone.

And so the fox deceived Grandmother and Grandfather and took the wonder-turnip for herself. But it turned out the turnip wasn't magical at all—just an ordinary one. Or perhaps the turnip only grants wishes to those who are kind and honest?

Everyone, everyone, everyone—we're waiting for you today at five o'clock in the square!

The fireworks display was created by an engineer named Leonard. He was one of the city's best inventors and frequently demonstrated his ideas to the public.

Don't miss it! Today you'll see something extraordinary! A fireworks display will be launched into the sky that no one on Earth has ever witnessed before.

This time he decided to delight the people with a beautiful, bright, and amazing fireworks show, because there were so few celebrations in the city where everyone gathered together.

And so the long-awaited evening arrived. Women came in beautiful dresses, and some of the men wore elegant tuxedos. Children were given free balloons, and cheerful music played loudly all around. Everyone was waiting in anticipation of the spectacle.

Good evening!

A loud sound rang out as the music quieted down.

I'm delighted to welcome you to my colorful, magical show!

The engineer and designer Leonard greeted the guests on stage with a microphone.

Make yourselves comfortable—just a couple more minutes and our long-awaited show will begin.

Leonard was a very talented engineer. All of his inventions were always successful, and the city's residents knew him well and loved attending demonstrations of his creations.

The engineer was somewhat peculiar—he barely spoke and constantly muttered to himself. He also always wore headphones so that no noise would distract him from developing his next invention.

He lived alone in a small apartment on the outskirts of the city. And he had a particular quirk—he was terribly forgetful and absent-minded, like all talented inventors. Once the engineer left his house wearing two different shoes, and another time he forgot to turn off the water and flooded his downstairs neighbors.

And so the long-awaited moment arrived. People were waiting for the show—clapping, whistling, shouting, and laughing. Festive music began to play, and searchlights illuminated the area all around. In just a couple of seconds, millions of beautiful, colorful lights would shoot into the sky.

The engineer sat at the control panel, and everything seemed like it should go perfectly. Everything was ready—he just needed to press the button. To launch the fireworks, guests had been given special blindfolds at the entrance.

And suddenly something sparkled, glittered, a terrible crack rang out, and the entire city plunged into darkness…

... Morning. Bright sunlight shone overhead. Monkeys ran across the sand, parrots flew through the air. Wandering through all this magnificence were people, seeing nothing and bumping into stones. It turned out these were the people who had come to watch the fireworks. The show never happened. Instead, because of the engineer's absent-mindedness—he had pressed the wrong button—all the guests ended up on a deserted island.

The blindfolds that people had received at the festival were still covering their eyes. That's why they couldn't see anything around them.

And only one boy, freeing his eyes, cried out:

Where are we? People, remove the blindfolds from your eyes!

The people around him were bewildered. How could this have happened? How did they all end up here? And so they decided that no matter what, they needed to get back home. But how? They were surrounded by sea.

Why don't we build a ship and sail away from here on it?

Suggested a man who was a gardener by profession.

They decided to gather dry branches, tie them together with vines, and sail away. But of course, they met with failure. The first wave capsized the boat and everyone ended up in the water.

Maybe we should chop down logs, build a raft, and sail back to the city?

Suggested a lumberjack.

Everyone supported this idea, but unfortunately, they failed again and were unable to sail back to their loved ones in their city.

All this time, our engineer was wandering along the shore. But because he had headphones on his ears and a blindfold over his eyes that he had forgotten to remove, Leonard had no idea that he had ended up on a deserted island along with everyone else.

Help!

People cried out, and seeing the engineer, they rushed to him for help, because he was so smart and would surely come up with something.

When the engineer removed the blindfold, he looked around in surprise and realized that he was to blame for everything, because he had pressed the wrong button and sent people here instead of launching fireworks.

The engineer began to think about how to help everyone return to their beloved city. And suddenly he saw a ship on the horizon. And then an idea came to him—launch fireworks into the sky that would serve as an SOS signal.

In his jacket pocket was a control remote. The engineer pressed the right button and fireworks shot into the sky. Within five minutes, the ship was already at the island. Happy, joyful people embraced each other, and soon everyone found themselves back in their homes with their loved ones.

Read fairy tales and nothing like this will ever happen to you!

In class, almost all the boys envied Misha because no one else had such a large number of toys. Once, even one of his friends wanted to trade a new remote-controlled car for Misha's robot, but the boy refused completely.

Misha, you have so many of these robots! Come on, let's trade, look at this cool car I have!

His friend asked.

No, I don't need your cars! I want to collect an entire army of robots that will protect me and my family.

Misha answered, and after school he would hurry straight home.

After some time, Misha learned that a new boy had moved into their yard, his name was Danil. He had moved with his parents to a new house, next door to Misha's.

One day there was a knock on the door.

Who's there?

Misha's mom asked.

It's your new neighbors.

Came the answer from the other side of the door.

Misha's mom hurried to open it, and on the doorstep stood Danil with his mother, and in her hands was a large beautiful pie.

Misha, greet our guests!

Misha's mom called out warmly.

The boys' mothers immediately began sharing delicious recipes and discussing the news, settling in the kitchen. Meanwhile, the boys went to Misha's room.

Wow!

Danil said admiringly.

I've never seen such a robot collection! Can I touch them?

Carefully! Better not, because you might break them!

Oh come on, what a big deal, some collection!

Danil snapped.

I've seen better ones!

Danil turned around and left the room, offended and disappointed.

The next day the boys met at school.

So, how are your robots doing? Are they still all in one piece, nothing broken?

Danil asked Misha mockingly.

Misha looked at his new neighbor and said nothing, he had no time for such nonsense, a whole army was waiting for him at home.

Evening came, Misha turned off the night light in his room and fell asleep.

The boy was disturbed by a bright light and a crash that came right above his head. Misha jumped up and almost fell to the floor in surprise. Before him stood an entire army of robots, the ones that used to live on his shelf. Now these robots, as if alive, moved around the room, making strange sounds like the hum of an engine and grinding.

At-ten-tion!

One of them said in an electronic voice.

We have a tar-get! We must pro-tect our home!

Misha couldn't believe his eyes. The boy looked out the window in fear and saw that his house was surrounded. On the street stood Danil and other boys, with slingshots and stones in their hands, clearly preparing for an attack.

Hey, Misha, why are you standing there frozen? Come out! Don't want to give up your robots to play nicely, then take this!

A huge boulder flew through the window.

At that moment everything around sparkled with bright lights, and right before Misha's eyes his little robots turned into real huge machines ready to protect their home and their master. Lights flashed on their heads, and real machine guns appeared in their hands, though they fired paper bullets.

Danil and the other boys climbed over the fence, broke the window with a slingshot and were about to climb into the room to take the robot collection.

But the robots, transformed into real soldiers, raised their machine guns up, and one of them whistled loudly:

F-i-r-e!

There was a whistle, a roar, a rumble, the lights flashed on and off, the robots defended the room, and Danil and the boys only screamed:

Run, scatter!

Misha closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again. Everything around was in perfect order, his robot collection, whole and unharmed, stood on the same shelf, the window was intact. An alarm clock distracted the boy, which meant it was time to get ready for school.

It must have been a dream!

Misha sighed with relief and began getting ready for school.

Misha entered the classroom. Danil was already sitting at his desk, and under his eye was a big black eye, his arm was wrapped in a bandage. When the boy saw Misha, he quickly opened his briefcase and took out a beautiful box with a robot from the newest collection.

This is for you!

Danil said barely audibly and shook Misha's hand.

Then Misha understood that it was not a dream at all, and miracles happen to us, we just need to believe in them.

Read fairy tales and you will always be able to come out of a difficult situation as a winner.