Chicken (fairy tale)
Once upon a time there lived a chicken. He was small. Here it is.
But he thought that he was very big, and raised his head importantly. Like this.
And he had a mother. Mom loved him very much. Mom was like this.
His mother fed him worms.
And there were these worms like this.
One day the Black Cat ran into my mother and chased her away from the yard.
And there was a Black Cat like this.
The chicken was left alone at the fence. Suddenly he sees: a beautiful big rooster flew up onto the fence, stretched out his neck like this and shouted at the top of his lungs: “Cuckoo!” And he looked around importantly: “Am I not a daredevil? Am I not a great guy?
The chicken really liked it. He also stretched his neck like this.
And with all his strength he squealed: “Pi-pi-pi-pi! I'm a daredevil too! I’m great too!” But he tripped and fell into a puddle. Like this.
A frog was sitting in a puddle. She saw him and laughed: “Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! You're a long way from being a rooster! And there was a frog like this.
Then the mother ran up to the chicken. She took pity and caressed him.
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Read the fairy tale Chick Chukovsky
Once upon a time there lived a little chicken. He was small. Like this:
But he thought that he was very big, and raised his head importantly. Like this:
And he had a mother. Mom loved him very much. Mom was like this:
His mother fed him worms. And these worms were like this:
One day the Black Cat ran into my mother and chased her away from the yard.
And there was a Black Cat like this:
The chicken was left alone at the fence. Suddenly he sees: a beautiful big rooster flew up onto the fence, stretched his neck like this:
And he shouted at the top of his lungs: crow! And he looked around importantly: “Am I not a daredevil? Am I not a great guy?
The chicken really liked it. He also craned his neck. Like this:
And with all his might he squeaked:
“Peep-pee-pee-pee! I'm a daredevil too! I’m great too!”
But he tripped and fell into a puddle. Like this:
A frog was sitting in a puddle. She saw him and laughed:
“Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! You're a long way from being a rooster!
And there was a frog like this:
Then the mother ran up to the chicken. She took pity and caressed him. Like this:
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“Chicken”, Korney Chukovsky
Korney Chukovsky's book "Chicken" can add to your children's library. If you look at this simple story from the point of view of development theory, then you can see in it the very components of the development process. We offer you to read a review of the book written by Yulia Varlakova.
The book begins like this:
Once upon a time there lived a chicken. He was small. But he thought that he was very big, and raised his head importantly.
Little children want to grow up and become big. They so want to be like the adults to whom they are attached. And the energy of daring is born in them and they strive to explore this world and try on different roles.
All this is possible when a small child (and a chicken too!) feels safe, when he is sure that he will be taken care of. And our chicken also had a loving mother who fed him worms. Like this:
They also had troubles. For example, one day a big black cat came into the yard and kicked the chicken’s mother out of the yard. And when the chicken tried to squeak importantly, “Pee-pee-pee-pee!” I'm a daredevil too! I’m doing well too! ”, like a big rooster that flew up onto the fence at the sight of a cat, then our baby plopped into a puddle. And the frog laughed at him. These are the troubles. But we already know that the chicken has a caring mother who took pity on him after all the sorrows.
Korney Chukovsky, in his short story for the little ones, “Chicken,” was able to tell so many important things about parent-child relationships. About care, trust in the world, the desire to dare and try, about adventures and ridicule, and in the end - about care again. The book is very short and suitable for reading even by little ones.
Yulia Varlakova
Dear readers! Young children can choose something from our library to read to.
A book about what lies behind wrinkles
A book to give to the little ones
A book about how mom always comes back
Books that help you play with the emotion of anxiety
Books about a bunny going through the familiar joys and difficulties of childhood
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Lived once. The second story. Chick.
Once upon a time there lived a chicken.
The most common one is small, yellow and fluffy. He lived only one day, since only yesterday he hatched from the egg. Well, then maybe we can start from yesterday? Although, nothing interesting happened in his life that day. Unless... No one denies the importance of education. And yet, each of us is born with our own special character, and this has also been proven by scientific minds. So our chicken was born with character.
To begin with, according to all chicken rules, the chicken and its character dried up under the wing of the mother hen. Then, when the mother hen decided that enough was enough for the first time and it was time to look at her wonderful child (not a single mother doubts that her child is wonderful), she left the nest and looked at the chicken with tenderness: “Oh, how cute he is! It's no worse than the neighbor's chickens and even better! What a meaningful look he has!” (Of course, mom knows better, although the neighbor might argue.)
The chicken, in turn, looked around, squinting from the bright light, and then looked seriously at the chicken and uttered his first words in his life: “Who are you?” “Who, who? I?" - the chicken clucked in surprise - “I am your mother!” “Who is mom?” — the chicken asked just as seriously. The chicken was completely confused. Chicken was her first and only child. She had no experience in raising children (there was no longer any doubt that education would be needed), and the chicken answered the first thing that came to her mind: “Mom is the one you should obey!” And fearing a new question, she jumped into the nest and, covering the Chicken with her wing, sighed with relief: “That’s better.”
Oh, these mothers! Well, why not say: “Mom is the one who will love you all your life, no matter what,” or: “Mom is the one who will take care of you and protect you.” No. Their first priority is obedience. Or maybe they are right?
As she fell asleep, the hen thought: “Without a doubt, this is my child, I laid this egg myself. Maybe he was a little over-lying? I'm sure everything will be fine tomorrow." What she meant by this is unknown. This is how the first day of Chicken's life passed.
And today he had to go out into the world. The day promised to be excellent - the sun was warm, sparrows were chirping, flies were buzzing. And the Hen took the Chicken into the yard. “Stay close, don’t lag behind, do as I do. Be polite, say hello if you meet your neighbors,” the Chicken raised her son and proudly watched as the Chicken’s tiny paws diligently minced after her. “Education is not such a tricky science,” thought the Chicken and, calling Chicken, led him to the puddle that had formed after yesterday’s rain in the middle of the yard.
“This is a puddle! - said the Chicken sternly. - You can’t climb into a puddle! You are not a duckling! But you can drink from a puddle. Like this". And the Chicken showed how to drink from a puddle. The chicken obediently approached the puddle and bent down to repeat the lesson. Someone yellow and fluffy was looking at him from the puddle and clearly wanted to get to know him.
"Hello. Who are you?" - Chicken Little asked curiously. But in the puddle they were silent. "Who, who? - the mother chicken answered instead of the one who was sitting in the puddle. “This is your reflection, stupid.” “And who is this – Reflection?” - asked Chicken. “Well, who, who... The one who looks like you, but he’s not real... When you grow up, you’ll find out (that’s what all parents say when they have nothing else to say). “I’ll take you to the lawn, there I’ll teach you to look for worms,” said the hen. “Who are they...” began Chicken. “Don't talk and don't lag behind!” - Mother Chicken interrupted him, pinched him, just in case, and led Chicken away from the puddle across the entire yard to the lawn. (Moms don’t always do the right thing, but they can, there’s no one to pinch them)
The lawn was excellent! So green, green, sunny, sunny! Mother Chicken immediately began to enthusiastically paddle her paws, trying to find the promised worm, as a visual aid for further education and training, and the chicken began to look around with interest.
An unfamiliar chicken was walking nearby, and “reflections” were running next to her, only they looked just like real ones. The chicken looked back at his mother to ask, but she was very busy. (When parents are busy with important things, it is better not to pester them with questions, as the chicken has already found out.)
Ah, but there were so many delightful buzzing, jumping, flying, colorful and fragrant WHO, WHAT and WHY around! They called to them, beckoned with different voices, and the chicken, forgetting about its mother’s orders, walked towards them with uncertain steps.
A huge butterfly flew straight towards the chicken. Of course, it wasn’t that big and it was just an ordinary hives. But the Chicken was so small. He was surprised and a little scared. He watched her flight, enchanted. But he wasn't the only one who noticed her.
One of the neighbor's chickens, which our Chicken mistook for his reflections, jumped funny and ran after the butterfly. And she, as if playing, either sat down on the grass, waiting for her pursuer, or easily flew up in front of his very nose. The butterfly made another flight and sat down... right in front of our Chicken, spreading its bright multi-colored wings.
"Hello! - Chicken said admiringly. - Who are you?" The butterfly did not answer, only coquettishly unfolded and curled its proboscis. Then her wings fluttered, so quickly and strongly that the chicken was enveloped in a light wave of air and an unfamiliar aroma, and she flew high, straight towards the sun, as it seemed to the enchanted Chicken, and the Chicken found herself nose to nose with his “reflection”.
"Blubber!" - The “reflection” said angrily. “I am a chicken,” the Chicken objected and, in turn, asked: “Are you my reflection?” You are not real?" “Am I not the real me? - the “reflection” was indignant. “Now you will know how real I am!” And he pinched our Chicken quite painfully on the breast, causing the Chicken to squeak in offence and fear. And the other one flapped his small but real wings and squealed: “I’ll give it to you!” The Chicken did not have time to find out what they were going to give him, because the menacing voice of Mother Chicken was heard from behind: “Oh, you hooligan!”, and the “reflection” ran away.
“That’s what happens to naughty chickens,” Mom said edifyingly. – “These neighbor chickens are such mischief-makers and fighters. I don't allow you to hang out with them. They won’t teach you anything good.” She raised and taught Chicken for a long time, but he hardly listened to her. He thought about the beautiful stranger. Will he see her again?
“Are you perhaps hungry? - Mother Chicken caught herself. — I haven’t found the worm yet. But I caught a butterfly. And this is more difficult than getting a worm,” the chicken said proudly. - It's delicious too. When you grow up, I will teach you to catch butterflies.” And his mother laid a dead butterfly at his feet.
With broken wings, she looked little like that beautiful stranger, but Chicken recognized her. Was it the same butterfly or just a similar one? “Butterfly...” - repeated the Chicken in surprise. He looked at her and seemed to be waiting. What? Probably a miracle. That the broken wings are about to straighten out, flutter, the air again smells of an unfamiliar aroma, and a multi-colored piece of Life rushes towards the sun. But the miracle did not happen. “Well, why don’t you eat? - asked the Chicken. “Don’t be afraid, silly, she’s not alive.” She pecked the butterfly: “You see.” The chicken turned away and said quietly: “I don’t like butterflies.”
Of course, someday he will learn to catch butterflies, fight back against bully chickens, and much more that every chicken should know and be able to do. But this, the second day of his life, taught Chicken a lot. He knew admiration and disappointment. And the fact that even those who are as similar to you as your own reflection, even your closest and dearest, cannot always understand you and can even hurt you. Beauty can be so fleeting and life so fragile.
You know, I think: we are born angels. And then life teaches and educates us, and our angelic wings break like the wings of dead butterflies.
Why did the fairy tale end so sadly, because I don’t like sad fairy tales? It was probably written by sadness that has settled in the heart and does not want to leave it. But there's nothing you can do about it. Maybe someday I will write such a fairy tale, upon hearing which, sadness will collect its simple belongings and run away to distant lands.
CHICK
Once upon a time there lived a chicken. He was small. Like this:
But he thought that he was very big, and raised his head importantly. Like this:
And he had a mother. Mom loved him very much. Mom was like this:
His mother fed him worms. And these worms were like this:
One day the Black Cat ran into my mother and chased her away from the yard. And there was a Black Cat like this:
The chicken was left alone at the fence. Suddenly he sees: a beautiful big rooster flew up onto the fence, stretched his neck like this:
And he shouted “Kukareku!” at the top of his lungs. and looked around importantly: “Am I not a daredevil? Am I not a great guy? The chicken really liked it. He also craned his neck. Like this:
And he squealed with all his might: “Pee-pee-pee-pee!” I'm a daredevil too! I’m great too!” But he tripped and fell into a puddle. Like this:
A frog was sitting in a puddle. she saw him and laughed. “Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! You're a long way from being a rooster! and there was a frog like this:
Then the mother ran up to the chicken. She took pity and caressed him. Like this:
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The chicken who loved to jump in puddles
Once upon a time there lived a little chicken named Mas-Mas.
He loved to run through puddles. One day, after heavy rain, a lot of puddles appeared on the road, and the chicken happily began to go outside to frolic. He put on rubber boots so as not to get his feet wet and went for a walk. On the street he jumped in all the puddles that came his way. And when he returned home after a walk, Mother Hen met him on the threshold. She looked at the chicken with big eyes of surprise - the baby was dirty and wet from head to toe.
And then she remembered herself as a child. How she herself loved to jump in puddles. And just like her chicken now, she returned home dirty and wet. I remembered and decided that I wouldn’t scold him for this. She smiled at him and asked: “Mas-Mas, why are you so dirty?”
To which the chicken replied: “Mom, I was jumping in the puddles so much fun, that’s why I’m so dirty.”
- Go and wash yourself, Mas-Mas. - Mom said.
He went, washed himself and became as clean, yellow, fluffy as before, and also very pleased that he had spent his time so well and cheerfully.
