Therapeutic bedtime stories will help put your child to sleep quickly. These fairy tales help you relax, relieve tension, rest after psychological work, feel your body “here and now,” and get a charge of vigor and well-being. Parents can also use them. For example, for short-term rest for children after intense school work or for reading before bed. Some of the proposed meditative tales have built-in multi-level metaphors, appealing to different channels of perception (visual, auditory, kinesthetic). These are positive suggestions that have a psychotherapeutic effect on the listener. To enhance this effect, the environment in the room should be comfortable, and the reader’s voice should be soft and calm. Dim the lighting and encourage your child to sit in a chair or couch where he can relax comfortably. Pleasant music for relaxation (for example, with sounds of nature) will help you immerse yourself in a fairy tale.
Pros and cons of audio fairy tales
Listening to audio fairy tales online has a lot of practical advantages that simplify the work of mom and dad. At the same time, it can bring no less benefits to a child than reading regular books.
- There is no strain on the child’s vision during the process, so you can listen to fairy tales at any time of the day and in any quantity.
- Listening can be combined and supplemented with other activities. For example, children are happy to draw illustrations for a fairy tale that sounds here and now.
- During a long trip, audio fairy tales will also come to your aid, which you can listen to on the road.
- A fairy tale will calm the restless person before bed and improve his appetite during lunch.
In terms of pedagogical value, audio fairy tales have practically no equal: listening to the text contributes to the development of creative thinking and imagination skills, enriches the child’s vocabulary and expands the child’s knowledge in various fields.
Musical accompaniment promotes the development of hearing and a sense of rhythm, and instills good taste.
How the Hedgehog and the Little Bear wiped the stars. Sergey Kozlov
For a whole month now, the Hedgehog has been climbing the pine tree every night and rubbing the stars.
“If I don’t wipe the stars every evening,” he thought, “they will definitely fade.”
And in the morning he went out onto the porch, broke out a fresh broom to first knock off the dust from the stars, and washed the rag. He had only one rag, and so every morning he washed it and hung it on a pine tree to dry.
Having finished with the preparations. The hedgehog had dinner and went to bed. He woke up when dew had already fallen. After dinner, he took a rag in one paw, a broom in the other, and slowly, from branch to branch, climbed to the very top of the pine tree.
The most important thing began here. First, the stars had to be tapped with a broom, and so carefully so as not to accidentally be knocked out of the sky.
Then put the broom in your left paw, and take the cloth in your right paw and wipe it
stars to shine. The work was painstaking and took all night.
"How else? - Hedgehog grumbled, talking to himself on the top of a pine tree. “If Little Bear doesn’t wipe the stars, if I don’t wipe the stars, then who will wipe the stars?”
At that time, the little bear was also sitting on the top of a pine tree above his house, rubbing the stars and thinking:
“It’s amazing how the Hedgehog came up with such a happy thought! After all, if the Hedgehog had not come up with the idea of cleaning the stars, no one would have seen them for a long time. Look, how dusty!..” - And he blew on the star and rubbed it with a rag...
The little bear tried very hard, but he didn’t always succeed, like the Hedgehog. And if a star fell from the sky, everyone in the forest knew that it was the Little Bear who accidentally pushed it.
Convenient search
This page contains more than 500 audio fairy tales for children and older children. Taking care of the comfort of users, we have created a hint system that allows you to easily find any fairy tale on the site.
Without opening the record itself, you can familiarize yourself with its following characteristics:
- Position of the audio tale in the overall rating.
- Age category for which it is intended.
- Illustration for the plot.
- Duration.
- Short description.
Thanks to our convenient service, you can listen to our audio tales for free online from anywhere in the world. Your favorite characters will always come to your aid when you need to console, entertain your baby or calm him down before bed.
How a donkey, a hedgehog and a bear cub celebrated the New Year. Sergey Kozlov
Throughout the pre-New Year week, a blizzard raged in the fields.
There was so much snow in the forest that neither the Hedgehog, nor the Donkey, nor the Little Bear could leave the house all week.
Before the New Year, the blizzard subsided, and friends gathered at Hedgehog’s house.
“Tell you what,” said Little Bear, “we don’t have a Christmas tree.”
“No,” agreed Donkey.
“I don’t see that we have it,” said the Hedgehog. He liked to express himself in elaborate ways on holidays.
“We have to go look,” said the Bear.
-Where can we find her now? - Donkey was surprised. - It’s dark in the forest...
“And what snowdrifts!” sighed the Hedgehog.
“And yet we have to go get the Christmas tree,” said the Little Bear.
And all three left the house.
The blizzard had subsided, but the clouds had not yet dispersed, and not a single star was visible in the sky.
How to listen to a fairy tale with your baby
Listening to an audio recording of a work of art requires a serious concentration of attention from the child. This is an excellent training for mental processes - memory, thinking, attention, perception. Meanwhile, this is much more difficult for him than just reading with his mother and looking at pictures.
Therefore, before listening to a fairy tale online, it is recommended to prepare your child for listening, and then discuss with him what he heard:
- Briefly tell your child in advance what the fairy tale will be about, show illustrations by different authors for it.
- After listening, ask questions about the plot, ask to retell certain episodes.
This will allow you to determine whether the child understands the meaning of the audio fairy tale, or whether it is worth choosing simpler works for him.
Before bedtime, children are recommended to read quiet, calm fairy tales with a well-known plot.
Fairy tales for babies from 6 months to 2 years
Part 1
Good Doctor Aibolit! He is sitting under a tree.
Come to him for treatment: a cow, a wolf, a bug, a worm, and a bear!
Good Doctor Aibolit will heal everyone!
Part 2
And the fox came to Aibolit: “Oh, I was bitten by a wasp!”
And the watchdog came to Aibolit: “A chicken pecked me on the nose!” And the hare came running
And she screamed: “Ay, ah! My bunny got hit by a tram! My bunny, my boy, got hit by a tram! He ran along the path, And his legs were cut, And now he is sick and lame, My little bunny!”
And Aibolit said: “It doesn’t matter! Give it here! I’ll sew him new legs, He’ll run along the path again.” And they brought him a bunny, so sick and lame, and the doctor sewed on his legs. And the bunny jumps again. And with him the mother hare also went to dance. And she laughs and shouts: “Well, thank you, Aibolit!”
Part 3
Suddenly, from somewhere, a jackal galloped up on a mare: “Here is a telegram from Hippopotamus!”
“Come, doctor, to Africa as soon as possible and save, doctor, our babies!”
"What's happened? Are your children really sick?
"Yes Yes Yes! They have tonsillitis, scarlet fever, cholera, diphtheria, appendicitis, malaria and bronchitis!
Come quickly, Good Doctor Aibolit!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll run and help your children. But where do you live? On the mountain or in the swamp?
“We live in Zanzibar, In the Kalahari and the Sahara, On Mount Fernando Po, Where Hippo-po walks Along the wide Limpopo.
Part 4
And Aibolit stood up and Aibolit ran. He runs through fields, through forests, through meadows. And Aibolit repeats just one word: “Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!”
And in his face the wind, and snow, and hail: “Hey, Aibolit, turn back!” And Aibolit fell and lies in the snow: “I can’t go any further.”
And now shaggy wolves run out to him from behind the tree:
“Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback, we’ll get you there quickly!”
And Aibolit galloped forward and kept repeating just one word: “Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!”
Part 5
But here in front of them is the sea - Raging, noisy in the open space. And a high wave is moving in the sea, Now it will swallow Aibolit.
“Oh” if I drown, if I go to the bottom. What will happen to them, to the sick, to my forest animals?
But then a whale swims out: “Sit on me, Aibolit, And, like a big steamship, I’ll take you forward!”
And Aibolit sat on the whale and repeated only one word: “Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!”
Part 6
And the mountains stand in front of him on the way, And he begins to crawl through the mountains, And the mountains get higher, and the mountains get steeper, And the mountains go under the very clouds!
“Oh, if I don’t get there, if I disappear on the way, what will happen to them, to the sick, to my forest animals?
And now eagles flew from a high cliff to Aibolit: “Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback, We’ll get you there quickly!”
And Aibolit sat on the eagle and repeated only one word: “Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!”
Part 7
And in Africa, And in Africa, On the black Limpopo, Sad Hippopo sits and cries in Africa.
He is in Africa, he is in Africa sitting under a palm tree and looking at the sea from Africa without rest: Isn’t Doctor Aibolit on the boat?
And Elephants and Rhinoceroses prowl along the road And they say angrily: “Why is there no Aibolit?”
And there are hippos nearby
They grabbed their tummies: Their tummies hurt, the hippos.
And then the ostriches squeal like piglets. Oh, it’s a pity, a pity, a pity for the poor ostriches!
And they have measles, and diphtheria, and smallpox, and bronchitis, and they have a headache, and their throat hurts.
Hare
A poor man was walking through an open field, saw a hare under a bush, was delighted and said:
- That’s when I’ll live in a house! I’ll take this hare, kill it with a whip and sell it for four altyns. With that money I will buy a pig. She will bring me twelve little pigs. The piglets will grow up and produce twelve more. I'll kill everyone, I'll save up a barn of meat. I’ll sell the meat, and with the money I’ll start a house and get married myself. My wife will give birth to two sons for me: Vaska and Vanka. The children will start plowing the arable land, and I will sit under the window and restore order: “Hey you guys, I’ll shout, Vaska and Vanka! Don’t push people too hard at work, you didn’t live in poverty yourself!” The man shouted so loudly that the hare got scared and ran away, and the house with all its wealth, wife and children disappeared.
Lord of Lords (English fairy tale)
One girl was hired to serve an eccentric elderly gentleman. He asks her:
- What will you call me?
“Master, or master, or whatever you wish, sir,” the girl answers.
“You should call me “lord of lords.” What would you call it? he asks, pointing to his bed.
- Bed, or bed, or whatever you like, sir.
“You should call it a “vacation retreat.” And this? - asks the gentleman, pointing to his drawers.
- Pants, or trousers, or whatever you like, sir.
“You should call them “fanfare headlights.” And this? he asks, pointing to the cat.
- Cat, or kitty, or whatever you like, sir.
“You should call her “Felicia Whiteface.” What would you call it? he asks, pointing to the water.
- Water, or moisture, or whatever you like, sir.
“You should call it “wet mundia.”
And this? - he points to the fire.
- Fire, or flame, or whatever you like, sir.
“You should call it “red rooster.” And this?” he points to his house.
- House, or mansion, or whatever you like, sir.
- You should call it “the vastness of heaven.”
That same night, the owner is awakened by the frightened cry of the maid:
- Lord of lords! Get off your resting place quickly and put on your headlights and fanfare! White-faced Felicia knocked over the candle, so that if you don’t run after Mocromundia right now, the red rooster will burn your entire mass under heaven.
Who will speak first
The old man and the old woman became so lazy that one day they argued about who should wash the pot. They decided that this would be done by the one who uttered a word first. Read with your children from the fairy tale who will lose their temper first and why. She teaches hard work, wisdom, reasonable actions, the ability to make concessions to loved ones, and condemns pride and stubbornness.
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. Lazy and lazy. They transferred all kinds of work to one another. They need to lock the hut with a hook by nightfall - they are having an argument.
- You should lock it.
- No, for you.
Unlocking it in the morning is another argument.
- Unlock it for you.
- No, for you. I locked it yesterday.
So they decided to cook porridge. After arguments and discord, the old woman cooked a pot of porridge. They sat down, ate porridge, they needed to wash the pot. The old man and the old woman began to argue again. The old woman says.
- I cooked porridge, and you need to wash the pot.
“No,” says the old man. Since you cooked, you should wash it. But I have never washed pots in my life and will never wash them.
Owl wise little head
Once upon a time there lived not a tsar-prince, not a king-prince, not a sage and not a wizard, not a magician and not a hermit, not a nobleman and not a nobleman, not a cautious politician, not a minister, not a military man, not an arrogant official, not a fat merchant , not a mellifluous singer, not a doctor or a healer, in a word - just a plowman, a daring peasant named Burachok. And he had a mind that was not royal, and not noble, and not lordly, but, as they say, the most peasant mind.
Once Burachok was in town, went to the market and bought a goggle-eyed owl there for a few pennies as a gift for his son. He walked with her back to his village. By evening Burachok was tired and began to think about spending the night. He looks: there is a light in the hut nearby. “Let me take a look there,” he thinks. Maybe good people will let you spend the night.”
He goes to the window and sees: on a table covered with a white tablecloth, there is a pie, fluffy and ruddy, just asking to be put into your mouth, and next to it is a roast goose and a bottle of honey. A fat young woman is sitting on a bench, knitting mittens, singing songs, waiting for her husband.
“You can’t say anything - the dinner is suitable!” - thought Burachok and knocked on the window: knock-knock!
- Who's there? Is that you, Metek?
- Let the passerby warm up, beauty.
The hostess began to fuss, running around the hut: in an instant the pie flew from the table into the kneading bowl, a bottle of honey into the chest, and a roast goose into the oven.
