FABLE “THE FOX AND THE STORK” BY JEAN DE LAFONTAINE As it goes around, so it goes back Treat people the way you want them to treat you

The Fox and the Crane - the fairy tale tells about a short friendship between a cunning fox and a savvy crane. The crane, invited to visit the fox, could not enjoy the semolina porridge, which the Fox served to the table smeared on a plate. He invited her to visit him and treated her to delicious okroshka, poured into a jug with a high, narrow neck. Now even the fox couldn’t get to the treat.

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The Fox and the Crane - a fairy tale by Alexei Nikolaevich Tolstoy

The fox and the crane became friends. So the fox decided to treat the crane, and went to invite him to visit her: “Come, kumanek, come, dear!” I'll treat you! The crane went to the banquet. And the fox cooked semolina porridge and spread it on the plate. She served it and treated it: “Eat, my dear kumanek,” she cooked it herself. The crane knocked and knocked with his nose on the plate, knocked, knocked - nothing hit! And the fox licked and licked the porridge, so she ate it all herself. She ate the porridge and said: “Don’t blame me, kumanek!” There is nothing else to treat. The crane answers her: “Thank you, godfather, and that’s it!” Come to visit me. The next day the fox comes to the crane, and he prepared okroshka, put it in a jug with a narrow neck, put it on the table and said: “Eat, gossip!” Really, there’s nothing else to regale you with. The fox began to spin around the jug. And he comes in like this, and like that, and licks it, and sniffs it, but he just can’t get it: his head won’t fit into the jug. And the crane pecks and pecks until it has eaten everything. - Well, don’t blame me, godfather! There is nothing more to treat. The fox was annoyed. I thought that I would have enough to eat for a whole week, but I went home and ate unsalted. As it came back, so it responded! Since then, the fox and the crane have been apart in their friendship.

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FOX AND HERON

There lived a heron, and she had two chicks, and the fox, her godfather, decided to eat them.
I just didn’t know how to get to them, I was racking my brain, but couldn’t come up with anything. Because the heron took care of her chicks and did not leave them alone for a minute. And then one day the fox decided to invite the heron to his place for dinner. In the morning he comes running to the heron and let’s persuade him - come and come. And the heron answered her:

- Well, how am I going, godfather? Who should I leave my kids with? I'm afraid.

“It will be for you, godfather,” says the fox. “Aren’t you going to come, are you really going to offend me?” This is how your kids fall asleep, you immediately run to me.

I begged her for a long time and this way and that, I lured her for a long time. Well, the heron agreed.

- Okay, godfather, I’ll come, how can I not come?

And she came to visit the fox. The fox saw her and lost his breath with joy. She poured some porridge on the pebble and said:

“Help yourself, dear godfather, and I’ll run off to get the other guests.” They are nearby, I'll be right back. - And she ducked out the door.

She rushed to where she had planned, ate two chicks and returned home. They sat with the heron for a while, but she became more and more worried, her heart was not in the right place.

- It's time for me to go to my children.

She ran home and saw that her chicks were gone, neither one nor the other. Then it hit her in the head - a fox had been in the house.

“It’s not for nothing that my heart told me that the fox had something bad on his mind!”

And let's cry. I cried all day and shed tears.

In the morning the fox comes to her, sees the heron all in tears, and says:

- Hello, godfather. Why are you crying?

And the heron responds to this:

“It’s not for nothing that I said that I shouldn’t leave my children unattended. Some villain ate them from me.

- Oh, godfather, what grief! - says the fox. - I feel so sorry for you. And why did I call you, that means it’s my fault too.

She consoled the heron and wiped away her tears. She talked incessantly. The heron stopped crying, listens, and thinks to herself:

- Well, the weather! I will deal with you, you will pay me for everything!

Time passes, the heron says to the fox:

“You know, dear godfather, I’m throwing a feast, I invite you, come - you won’t regret it.” I'll make great pies.

- Okay, godfather. Where will your feast be?

- Yes, right in the sky.

- Oh, what are you saying, godfather? How do I get there? You fly in the sky, but where can I get wings?

- No problem, godfather. You don't need wings. You cling to my neck and that’s it. Let's try it right now. I'll lift you into the air. Come on, sit on me, and everything will be as it should.

The fox clung to the neck of the heron, she flew, and she herself was thinking about how not to scare the fox away. He flies low, slowly, and the fox rejoices:

- Well done, godfather. How nice it is in the sky!

They sank to the ground, and the fox ran home, satisfied and satisfied. She began to wait for the heron to call her to the feast.

Finally it came. I jumped out into the street early in the morning and ran to the appointed place. He sees that the heron is already walking around, looking at the sky. A fox came up to her, sat astride her and clung to her neck, and they began to rise up. At first, the heron flew quietly, circling above the ground. And then suddenly it flapped its wings and let’s take it higher and higher. She rose high into the sky and started tumbling. The fox got scared and started screaming;

- Oh, oh, godfather! I'll fall, I won't be able to hold on! Have mercy, stop it!

But the heron doesn’t seem to hear. She rose even higher. And then she jerked her head and threw the fox off. The fox falls to the ground and yells in a bad voice:

— Lay down the mattresses! Lay out the mattresses!

Then the heron shouted to her:

“You, villainess, ate my chicks without choking.” Now get what you deserve.

The fox hit the ground and flew into pieces.

Another ending to the fairy tale "The Fox and the Crane"

The Fox left the Crane, slurping unsaltedly, and the Crane sat and thought: “It didn’t turn out well after all. Fox - what to take from her? But I should be smarter and kinder. I'll invite Lisa to visit again. So Crane invited his godfather to visit. The Fox didn’t want to go, she thought there would be okroshka in the jug again, but the Crane persuaded the Fox and she came anyway. And the Crane set out a dish for the Fox, set a jug for himself, and they both ate to their fill. Lisa was delighted, goes home and thinks: “Well done. godfather, he treated me well. Am I worse? And he also invites the Crane to visit and sets out a jug for him and a dish for himself. So the Fox and the Crane began to visit each other, treat themselves, and praise each other.

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A long time ago, in a dense forest, a huge birch tree grew. It stood on a high mountain; if you looked at it from below, you couldn’t see the top—it probably reached right up to the clouds. One dove built a nest on that birch tree, and soon her chicks hatched.

The dove could not get enough of her chicks; from morning to evening she cooed with them, fed them, warmed them with her body, and played with them.

One day a hungry fox was running through the forest, and she heard a dove cooing with her chicks. She stopped under a tree and said:

“This forest is all mine, this tree is mine, the hollow in it is also mine, and in the hollow is my nest.” Get away, little dove, I want to cut down this tree.

- Good little fox, wait to cut down the tree, at least let my chicks grow up!

- How many of them do you have?

- Three.

- What a riot! Don't you know that a dove is not allowed to have more than two chicks? Give me the third one, I'll take it to the cuckoo, let her raise it! Otherwise I’ll be chopping down a tree now.

What to do - the dove gave away one chick. The fox grabbed him, ran into the bushes, ate him, goes back, and says:

“This forest is all mine, this tree is mine, the hollow in it is also mine, and in the hollow is my nest!” Get away, little dove, I want to chop down a tree.

- Little fox-soul, let me raise at least two chicks!

- You can’t have two chicks at once - they will grow up, start fighting and shake my tree. Give me one to raise - I will make him a real horseman. Otherwise I’ll cut down the tree now.

She gave away the dove and the second chick. The fox again went into the bushes, ate the chick and again goes to the tree.

“This forest is all mine, this tree is mine, the hollow in it is also mine, and in the hollow is my nest.” Get away, little dove, I want to chop down a tree!

“Well, go ahead,” the dove answers, “but I won’t give you the last chick!”

“Why did the dove suddenly become so brave?” - you ask. The fact is that while the fox was eating a chick in the bushes, a heron landed on the tree where the dove’s nest was. She saw that the dove was saddened by something and asked:

-Who offended you?

The dove told her how the fox eats her chicks. The heron advised:

“Don’t be afraid of the fox: no matter what she says, she will never be able to climb a tree!” If she comes again, you tell her: “Come on, climb my tree and take the chick yourself!”

And the heron flew away to its river.

That’s why the dove became so brave and even said to the fox:

- If you can climb this tree, climb here and eat both me and my chick!

The fox realized that someone had taught the dove some lessons and asked:

- Who taught you to talk to me like that?

“Heron,” answered the simple-minded dove.

The fox decided to take revenge on the heron. She went to the river and saw: she was standing by the river, resting.

“If a strong wind blows from the right, how will you hide your head from it?” asked the fox.

“I’ll turn it to the left,” answered the heron.

“What if the wind blows from the left?” the fox asked again.

“Then I’ll turn right,” answered the heron.

“What will you do if the wind blows from all sides at once?” the fox continued.

“Then I’ll hide her under my wing!”

“I will never believe that your head will fit under your wing.” Come on, try to hide her under your wing for at least an hour!

Tsaila got angry and hid her head under her wing. In two leaps the fox jumped up to her and pounced on her, saying:

- Eh, unfortunate heron, you harmed yourself: you helped the dove and saved her chicks, but you couldn’t save yourself and entrusted your head to the enemy.

And the cunning fox ate the heron.

“THE FABLE OF THE FOX AND THE HERON” – PAINTING BY FRANS SNYDERS


Fox and the Heron Frans Snyders, 1657

Frans Snyders (11.11.1579–19.08.1657) – Flemish painter, master of still lifes and animal compositions in the Baroque style.

In the painting by Frans Snyders “The Fable of the Fox and the Heron” , unlike La Fontaine’s fable, the winged and long-nosed character is not a stork, but a beautiful heron with her husband ;-), and the treat for the fox is delicious, sparkling with silver scales, live fish in a transparent jug . And the fox’s mouth is watering, looking at the fish, but he can’t get her a treat... So the essence of the fable is still the same: What is the greeting, is the answer .

THE FOX AND THE CRANE – RUSSIAN FOLK TALE

The fox and the crane became friends, even had sex with him in someone’s homeland. So one day the fox decided to treat the crane and went to invite him to visit her. - Come, kumanek, come, dear! How can I treat you! The crane is going to a feast, and the fox made semolina porridge and spread it on the plate. She served it and treated it to her: “Eat, my little darling!” I cooked it myself. The crane slammed his nose, knocked, knocked, nothing hit! And at this time the fox was licking and licking the porridge, so she ate it all herself. The porridge is eaten; The fox says: “Don’t blame me, dear godfather!” There is nothing else to treat. - “Thank you, godfather, and that’s it!” Come to visit me. The next day the fox comes, and the crane prepared okroshka, put it in a jug with a small neck, put it on the table and said: “Eat, gossip!” Really, there’s nothing else to regale you with. The fox began to spin around the jug, and he would come in this way and that, and lick it, and sniff it, but he wouldn’t get anything! My head won't fit into the jug. Meanwhile, the crane pecks and pecks until it has eaten everything. - Well, don’t blame me, godfather! There is nothing more to treat. The fox got annoyed, thought that he would eat enough for a whole week, and went home as if he had eaten nothing. As it came back, so it responded! Since then, the fox and the crane have been apart in their friendship. Recorded in the Tver province “Russian folk tales” , first published thanks to the historian and literary critic Alexander Nikolaevich Afanasyev .

Alexander Nikolaevich Afanasyev (07/23/1826–10/05/1871) - Russian collector of folklore, researcher of the spiritual culture of the Slavic peoples, historian and literary critic. The special merit of Alexander Nikolaevich Afanasyev is the compilation of the collection “Russian Folk Tales” (1855–1864), which includes about 600 texts.

And in conclusion, two illustrations for the Russian folk tale “The Fox and the Crane” performed by Soviet animal artists Alexey Nikanorovich Komarov and Evgeny Mikhailovich Rachev .

The Fox and the Crane – Russian folk tale


A crane visiting a fox Alexey Nikanorovich Komarov, 1959 from an album of plot pictures Uchpedgiz Publishing House, 1959

The crane is going to a feast, and the fox made semolina porridge and spread it on the plate. She served it and treated it to her: “Eat, my little darling!” I cooked it myself. The crane slammed his nose, knocked, knocked, nothing hit! And at this time the fox was licking and licking the porridge, so she ate it all herself.

The Fox and the Crane – Russian folk tale


Fox visiting the crane Rachev Evgeniy Mikhailovich, 1969 from a series of postcards with illustrations for folk tales Publishing House "Izvostnoe Iskusstvo", 1969

The next day the fox comes, and the crane prepared okroshka, put it in a jug with a small neck, put it on the table and said: “Eat, gossip!” Really, there’s nothing else to regale you with. The fox began to spin around the jug, and he would come in this way and that, and lick it, and sniff it, but he wouldn’t get anything! My head won't fit into the jug. Meanwhile, the crane pecks and pecks until it has eaten everything.

Komarov Alexey Nikanorovich (1879–1977) - Russian and Soviet animal artist, considered the founder of the Russian animalistic school. Alexey Nikanorovich Komarov illustrated scientific and children's books, created drawings for stamps, postcards, and visual aids. Several generations of children grew up learning from textbooks with his wonderful drawings.

Rachev Evgeny Mikhailovich (1906–07/02/1997) - Russian and Soviet animal artist, one of the most popular children's illustrators of the last century. Honored Artist of the RSFSR. Evgeny Mikhailovich Rachev devoted his entire creative life to children's books, turning ordinary animals and birds into fairy-tale characters.

§ I invite readers to look at the green page “Biophysics: Legs, tails... most importantly... - ears!” We bring to your attention luxurious biophysics - educational interesting things (the adaptation of animals to different temperatures), as well as wonderful illustrations: an incomparable red-haired beauty, the immortal heroine of delightful Russian folk tales - an ordinary or red fox in the paintings of animal artists: Alexei Nikanorovich Komarov and Evgeniy Mikhailovich Rachev.

Cat Basilio

[25.07.2018, 00:07]

I wonder, have the deputies of the State Duma read La Fontaine’s fable “The Fox and the Stork”? With the pension reform, they have every chance to fly! As it comes back, so will it respond!

Leila

[25.07.2018, 15:57]

Very interesting material. You made a great trio! By the way, the golden rule of morality is not found in the Koran, but it is simultaneously interpreted positively and negatively in the Sunnah as one of the sayings of Muhammad, who taught the highest principle of faith: “Do to all people what you would like them to do to you.” people, and do not do to others what you would not wish for yourself.”

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THE FOX AND THE STORK – A FABLE BY JEAN DE LAFONTAINE Le Renard et la Cigogne

The fox, stingy by nature, suddenly decided to be known as a hospitable one. But how can you be so as not to involve yourself in unnecessary expenses? The question is tricky - not everyone can solve it, But for the fox such a question is a trifle: The cheat made some liquid porridge, put it thinly on a dish, and most importantly calls the stork for lunch. A neighbor appears when called, and both begin to eat the served dish. Well, porridge, whatever! The only bad thing is that the stork is not used to eating like this: He pokes and pokes into the dish with his nose, But not a crumb gets into his beak; Meanwhile, the little fox, in one moment, licked up all the porridge with her tongue. Here the stork, in turn, to punish the fox, and partly for fun, invites her to dinner tomorrow. He fried the meat, cooked seasonings for it, chopped it into small pieces and put it in a narrow jug. Meanwhile, the fox, sensing the smell of meat, came hungry, barely waiting for an hour, and well, let’s fuss and fuss around the table and marvel at the neighbor’s generosity. But flattery did not help her here: The jug fit the stork’s beak, The guest’s muzzle was too round... And the greedy godfather, with nothing, just as she came, With her tail between her legs, she retreated into her hole. Borrowed from Phaedrus.

Jean de La Fontaine (07/08/1621–04/13/1695) - French poet, writer, fabulist. Phaedrus (Phaedrus; c. 20 BC in Macedonia - c. 50 AD) - Roman poet and fabulist. He translated Aesop's fables and imitated them.

The fox wanted to be known as a hospitable hostess, and at the same time have a great dinner with the stork, but she cruelly miscalculated. I didn’t expect that the stork would repay her in the same coin - what goes around comes around. :-) Whatever the fox sowed, so she supped for the coming sleep, only left the hungry and bitter drools for herself.:-)

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