Fairy tales on fire safety rules for preschoolers

Fairy tales on fire safety rules for preschoolers

Fairy tales

"CLICK FIRE AND WATER"

Once upon a time there was Fire - untamed, like a wild leopard. And there lived the quiet but strong Water. And they were in constant war and rivalry. As soon as the Fire conceives some trick - to burn a forest, crops or people's homes, as soon as it begins to flare up at full power, Water pours in and extinguishes it. The fire, of course, is angry, but cannot do anything: it goes away and plans other mischief.

And then one clear morning, Fire had this idea: he decided to settle in people’s hearths and then burn down their homes. At first, people were glad that Fire lived in their house, because they did not yet know that he was cunning and insidious, so they did not cover him with a screen. And Fire decided to carry out his plan in one of the houses where a mother and daughter were preparing dinner. Fire burst out of its cramped prison onto the wooden floor and thinks: “Now I’ll burn the house down, and no one will bother me.” But the girl was afraid of him and jumped to the side, where there was a full tub of Water. The water splashed and extinguished the flame.

The Fury of Fire knew no bounds: Water got ahead of him again! And at night he decided to escape, but did not have time - people covered their hearth with a screen.

Time passed, and people decided to use Fire not only for warmth, but also for lighting - during festivals that take place at night. One day people lit a fire and started dancing around it. And when they got tired and lay down to rest, they didn’t notice how he made his way to the forest. The forest burst into flames so that at night it became as bright as day, and all the people immediately woke up. They knew that the fire needed to be extinguished with Water, but there was no river or lake nearby. And Fire was glad that he had finally broken free. And people just stood and prayed for it to rain. And it poured out, not even rain, but a downpour, which extinguished the flame.

After this incident, people became much more careful and prudent and stored Water for all occasions. And Fire has calmed down a little, but remains wild, cunning and insidious, like a leopard.

"FIRE"

Once upon a time there was an old forest man, his name was Pozharych. He loved to play with matches: either he would set the grass on fire, or he would set fire to a bush. It was hard for the entire forest and its inhabitants. But there was that forest on the shore of the blue sea, from which 33 fire fighters emerged from time to time. Every morning began with old Pozharych setting the forest on fire, and they put it out. One day he set fire to the grass, but miscalculated: his grandmother and grandfather’s dugout were taken over. The grandmother got excited here: “I told you, old man, that we need a fire extinguisher in the mansion, because what a neighbor we live next to!” Go to the housing office, bow to the fish and ask it for fire extinguishing means.”

And then such a commotion happened: the heroes from the Chernomor fire department were extinguishing the forest, the grandfather wandered to the housing office, the grandmother was carrying water in a trough, and the forester was so scared that he hurriedly hid in the wolf’s den. By evening, 33 heroes, black and tired, went to their bottom to wash off and rest. The dugout nevertheless burned down, and the grandfather and grandmother were left near a wet trough and with a fire extinguisher. The hooligan forester returned to his hut, and in that place there was only a bunch of firebrands. Seeing the sad consequences of his games, Pozharych burst into bitter tears and finally threw away the box of matches. And the animals and birds gathered in the main clearing of the forest to think about what to do with the arsonist. They put the forester in the middle and began to scold and reproach him until Pozharych could not stand it: “I realized that I was to blame, forgive me, I will never play with fire again, because my house burned down too! »

And the forest began to live in a new way, in safety. From now on, at every edge of the forest hangs a telephone connected by satellite to a mermaid - the dispatcher of the fire department of the blue sea. And in our time, far from fairy tales, there are also telephones (although not at every “edge”), which you can call in case of a fire, and the heroes will come. Only now they drive around in red cars with sirens. So in case of a fire, call them rather, call 01. Such a simple number, so as not to forget, otherwise someone will get confused in the directory, and will burn with it.

“FAIRY TALE – A TALE ABOUT THE FIRE SNAKE”

This story happened on New Year's Day. The children merrily circled around the Christmas tree in the company of the Snow Maiden and Father Frost. Baba Yaga and Leshy infected everyone with their fiery dance. More and more guests arrived at the holiday, and no one noticed how the Fire Snake slowly crept into the hall. He immediately began to make his way to the tree, licking various New Year's debris with his tongue along the way. There was a hint of smoke in the hall, but everyone continued to have fun. Now the long tongue of the cunning Snake has already reached the wiring of the electric garland and got lost among the colorful lights. But most of all he wanted to reach the top of the tree, where the star sparkled.

But the insidious Fire Snake triumphed early in victory. He didn’t know that young firefighters were on duty in the hall, and they had previously hidden thick Cloth, Sand and a Fire Extinguisher under the tree. Having been the first to smell the smoke and notice a fiery tongue among the branches, the young firefighters boldly entered into battle with the evil Snake, using hidden fire extinguishing equipment. The Fire Extinguisher was especially helpful, spitting foam at the Fire Snake so diligently that he hissed from powerlessness and anger and began to slowly retreat. Cloth and Sand did not retreat either: they attacked the Serpent from all sides. The sand got into his eyes and filled his nostrils and ears. The unlucky villain sneezed and coughed, squirmed and dodged, but, to the joy of those present, he became smaller and smaller. The guests also hurried to help the young firefighters: Grandmother Snowstorm waved her long sleeves, the Snow Queen breathed cold air on him, and the Snake hissed with the last of his strength in anger and disappeared. All that was left was a small pile of ash and a cloud of smoke. And the delighted Father Frost and Snow Maiden gave the young firefighters the best gifts from their bag for their courage and resourcefulness. This is how this story ended happily.

What is a fairy tale?

Although modern fairy tales are slightly different from ancient folk tales, the main features of the classical genre are preserved. So what is a fairy tale?

Its name comes from the Old Russian word “skaz”, that is, story, conversation. This is a folklore genre of oral narration about fictional, fantastic events and characters. The peculiarity of this genre is that the fairy tale ends happily, the conflict between good and negative heroes is resolved in favor of the former. That is, to put it simply, good triumphs over evil. In addition, animals and plants, objects and natural phenomena in such works can act and talk like people.

About the braggart racer

The tale about a racing car begins with a story about a large garage where cars lived. It was cozy here, but sometimes the older cars boasted too much of their victories, and the newcomers felt uncomfortable with this boasting. After all, they just arrived in this garage and did not participate in real races.

Among the rookie racers, there was one who liked to show off more than others. He was happy to tell how he won a hundred races. Wherever he goes, he is always the first winner. The newbie cars were embarrassed to ask him questions and quietly listened to his stories.

One day, a brave rookie asked the braggart why he spent so much time in the garage and not at the races. And he proudly replied that here he was gaining strength before a very important rally, where he would definitely win. Our heroes listened to bedtime stories about cars from their mothers and went to bed.

Why tell children bedtime stories?

Let's go back to ancient times, where fairy tales were kept for decades like family treasures, passed down from mouth to mouth from great-grandmother to grandmother and further along the family circle. If they were not valuable, would such stories survive to this day? No, they simply would not have survived. Now folklore genres are being replaced by author's ones. There's nothing wrong with it as long as you don't overuse it.

Good fairy tales about cars are a good alternative to folklore ones; the main thing is to choose truly positive, educational and educational options. And it’s worth reading them to children in any case. A good fairy tale and its characters will not only serve as a “sleeping aid,” but can also give a child an idea of ​​life, become a useful lesson, or tell about different situations. Stories in which cars are the main characters are no less interesting to children than those about animals, heroic heroes or fairies.

What kind of fairy tales are there?

As we said above, folk tales are also called folklore. There is a second type of this amazing genre - author's, or literary.

Modern fairy tales are not so different from folklore ones. These amazing works today have only been enriched with characters and, accordingly, views.

Folklore stories were previously divided into only three categories:

• about animals;
• magical;
• household

Literary scholars believe that fairy tales about animals appeared first. They had a simple plot and were often small in volume. Animals who acted as heroes were always assigned certain traits or character traits. For example, the image of a fox embodied cunning, a wolf - cruelty, a hare - cowardice, a donkey - stubbornness, and crows - stupidity and tyranny.

The best fairy tales of this genre are still retold to children. Over time, this view has given way little to fairy tales. Here the characters were a variety of characters endowed with extraordinary abilities.

How work machines changed places. Continuation

The truck took the place of the bulldozer, the crane began to transport loads, and the bulldozer began to lift stones. At first, the friends were happy with these changes, but when it came to work...

The truck leveled and leveled the ground, but only trampled it even more with its wheels. And as soon as it hit a stone, it stopped altogether and would not move back or forward. At first the bulldozer was happy about the sun, but as it began to get hot by noon, the headlights were blinding the eyes and the cabin was heating up, the joy became less. And then the truck got stuck, we had to help him get a large stone from the ground. They got it, but now the crane, instead of a truck, can’t load it itself. This way and that his friends tried to help him, with great difficulty they loaded the stone to take it to the landfill.

When the poor crane began to carry cobblestones, it was so difficult for him! The stone keeps trying to jump off and roll down the mountain, the wheels bend, the long neck gets tangled in the wires. I barely made it halfway to the road, but I couldn’t go any further, so I threw a stone there and then ran back to the construction site. And there's work to be done. His friends greet him sad, dirty and tired. Then the owner came to visit. He asks how the machines worked today. The crane was the first to speak:

“So,” he says, “I’m so tired that I don’t have any strength.” It was as if he had been working for a week without rest. I don't want to do this anymore!

And then the truck supported him:

- Oh, and the work of a bulldozer is difficult. Carrying my loads is even easier!

But the bulldozer was silent at all. The sun scorched his cabin so much that he couldn’t even speak, poor thing. The cars returned to their hangar to spend the night. We barely had enough strength to get home, we immediately went to bed, we didn’t even want to watch our favorite cartoons about cars. They realized that what you know and can do is the easiest job. And any work is difficult, that’s why it’s work.

How work machines changed places

Three cars lived in one garage: a bulldozer, a crane and a truck. The fairy tale about working machines will tell us how easy it was for friends to work together until they quarreled.

The cars worked at a construction site nearby and always left the garage together. A bulldozer leveled the ground for future development, a crane lifted heavy stones, and a truck transported it all to a special landfill. Machines have been working this way for a long time. Their day began early in the morning and ended when the sun had already set. Their work was always coordinated, everyone completed their tasks carefully and on time. Fairy tales about cars usually tell about adventures, but ours tells about friendship and responsibilities.

One day the truck was very tired and began to complain about how difficult it was for him to transport heavy stones and loose earth. He cried that everything was already hurting him, and the trailer was completely bent from the loads. The owner heard the truck's complaints and said:

– Do you think it’s only your job that’s so difficult? And look at the crane, what stones it lifts with its thin “hand”! Or maybe you think it’s easy for a bulldozer? After all, he works from morning to night without rest, clearing and leveling the ground, lifting from the depths stones larger than himself!

But the truck kept complaining that it was more difficult for him than the others. The owner got angry and called for a bulldozer and crane. But when the conversation turned to difficulties, it turned out that these guys also found each other’s work easier than their own. The crane complained that the truck over there was rolling around, resting and seeing new places, but it was still standing in one place. And the bulldozer, as it turned out, dreams of looking at the sun at least once, and not at the ground and stones. The owner sighed bitterly and said to his working machines:

“You served me faithfully for a long, long time.” Each of you did your job properly and quickly. But once you start to think that someone else’s work is easier than yours, then go ahead and change. Let's see how you work in someone else's place, fulfilling someone else's responsibilities. And the cars were happy and rushed to the construction site.

A fairy tale about a tractor

Once upon a time there lived a tractor on a distant farm. Every day he transported goods. The tractor left the farm with a full trailer of potatoes or wheat, and returned with feed for cows and chickens, the owner’s purchases and fuel for itself.

Often the tired driver fell asleep on the way back, and the tractor itself drove slowly along the familiar road. He always delivered his cargo safe and sound.

One day our hero was still slowly returning home. There was fuel splashing in the tank, and juicy cow feed lay in the trailer. Suddenly, in the forest, a tractor saw a light. Interest made him turn off the road and see what was there. As the tractor approached closer, it saw a huge trailer transporting animals. He stood alone in a clearing, and cows mooed pitifully in his trailer.

- What happened to you? - asked the tractor. - Why are you standing here?

“I drove off the road in the dark,” the trailer answered him sadly. “And while I was wandering through the forest, I used up all my fuel.” Now I can’t get home, and my cows are hungry and asking for food.

The tractor felt sorry for both the trailer and the cows, but he did not know how to help. The owner always ordered the cargo to be delivered to him safe and sound.

- Listen, tractor, you have fuel and food for my cows, right? Share with me so I can get out of the forest! - the trailer suddenly asked.

Our fairy tale about a tractor could have ended sadly if the main character had not been kind and sympathetic. He sighed and gave food to the cows and shared fuel with the trailer. The two of them went home together. And suddenly, when there was very little left to the farm, the tractor felt something prick its wheel. He stopped and, by the light of his headlights, saw that he had run over a nail and the air was hissing out of his wheel. Here our hero was completely desperate, not knowing what to do. But he forgot that a new friend was driving next to him - a trailer. He has several pairs of wheels. Seeing that a friend was in trouble, the trailer took one off and gave it to the tractor. So they got to the farm together.

After hearing the story of the tractor and trailer, the owners praised them, saying they both did the right thing. On the road you always need to help others, because you never know when you might need help.