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A TALE ABOUT THOUGHTS

In the city of Bimbograd, a tree grew in the central square. A tree is like a tree - the most ordinary. Trunk. Bark. Branches. Leaves. And yet it was magical, because Thoughts lived on it: Smart, Kind, Evil, Stupid, Cheerful and even Wonderful.

Every morning with the first rays of the sun, Thoughts woke up, did exercises, washed themselves and scattered around the city.

They flew to Tailors and Postmen, Doctors and Drivers, Builders and Teachers. They hurried to schoolchildren and very young children who were just learning to walk. Thoughts flew to serious bulldogs and curly-haired lapdogs, to cats, pigeons and aquarium fish.

Therefore, from early morning, all the inhabitants of the city: people, cats, dogs, pigeons - everyone did different things. Smart or stupid. Good or evil.

The thoughts had a lot of work to do, especially the Cheerful, Smart and Kind ones. They had to be in time everywhere and visit everyone, not forget anyone: neither big nor small. “In our city,” they often said, “there should be as much jokes, joy, smiles and fun as possible.”

And they flew over large avenues and small streets, over long squares and huge squares, ahead of their harmful relatives: Stupid, Evil and Boring Thoughts.

How upset Smart, Cheerful and Kind Thoughts once were when bad weather came to their city. She brought with her a cold wind, covered the sky with black, shaggy clouds and dumped stinging rain on the squares and streets of Bimbograd. Bad weather sent city residents home. Kind, Cheerful and Smart Thoughts were very upset. But their harmful sisters, Evil and Stupid, on the contrary, were happy. “Now that it’s cold and damp,” they thought, “no one will have fun. We will quarrel with everyone, even the kindest and most affectionate.” This is how the evil ones reasoned when they went to the residents of the city.

But they rejoiced in vain. The harmful sisters forgot that another Thought lives on the tree - their distant relative, Wonderful Thought.A wonderful thought did not often come to the residents of the city. But if she visited someone, miracles began to happen in the city. Important Engineers remembered their childhood and arranged colorful fireworks and salutes. And the Cooks and Confectioners amazed the city residents with such cakes and pastries that even Architects and Artists gasped: “That’s it,” they exclaimed, “let’s sign up to become Confectioners!”

On that rainy, cloudy day, Wonderful Thought thought for a long time about who she should come to, and decided that she had not been to the Merry Shoemaker for a long time. The Cheerful Shoemaker was indeed a cheerful man. But on this day he was sad. The bad weather spoiled his mood.

But as soon as Wonderful Thought looked into his workshop, the face of the Cheerful Shoemaker became cheerful again. The master took out a brush, and soon the shoes became lilac and red, the cornflowers and daisies he had painted bloomed on the heels, and the socks were decorated with butterflies and dragonflies.

He worked tirelessly, and only when the last black shoe turned lilac did he put down his brush and go outside.

"Hey! - he shouted. Children of Bimbograd, I need you! The city needs you! Run here and we will defeat the bad weather!”

And soon boys and girls, dressed in colorful shoes, boots, slippers and boots, walked through the streets and squares. In multi-colored - blue, red, yellow - puddles, a black cloud was reflected and turned into a blue, red, yellow cloud. And when the last cloud turned into a lilac cloud, the bad weather passed.

Vashchenko Maria. 5-V

GOOD TALE

Once upon a time there lived different vegetables in the garden. Onions also grew among these vegetables. He was very clumsy, fat and unkempt. He had a lot of clothes, and they were all unbuttoned. He was very bitter, and whoever did not approach him, everyone cried. Therefore, no one wanted to be friends with onions. And only the beautiful, slender red pepper treated it well, because it itself was also bitter.

Onion grew up in the garden and dreamed of doing something good.

Meanwhile, the owner of the garden caught a cold and could not care for the vegetables. The plants began to dry out and lose their beauty.

And then the vegetables remembered the healing properties of onions and began to ask him to cure their mistress. Onion was very happy about this: after all, he had long dreamed of a good deed.

He cured the owner of the garden and thereby saved all the vegetables, which were grateful to him for this.

The onion forgot all the insults, and the vegetables began to be friends with it.

Matroskin Igor. 5th grade

CHAMOMILE

A chamomile grew in one garden. She was beautiful: large white petals, a yellow heart, carved green leaves. And everyone who looked at her admired her beauty. The birds sang songs to her, the bees collected nectar, the rains watered her, and the sun warmed her. And the chamomile grew to the delight of people.

But now summer has passed. Cold winds blew, birds flew away to warmer regions, trees began to shed yellow leaves. It became cold and lonely in the garden. And only the chamomile was still as white and beautiful.

One night a strong north wind blew and frost appeared on the ground. It seemed that the flower’s fate was decided.

But the children who lived in the neighboring house decided to save the chamomile. They transplanted her into a pot, brought her into a warm house and did not leave her side all day, warming her with their breath and love. And in gratitude for their kindness and affection, the chamomile bloomed all winter, delighting everyone with its beauty.

Love and care, attention and kindness are needed not only by flowers...

Shakhveranova Leila. 5-A class

ADVENTURES OF AUTUMN LEAF

Kharchenko Ksenia. 5-A class

AUTUMN PARK

Autumn is my favorite time of year. Nature sums up the past summer. And how wonderful it is to be in the park at this time!

And here is my favorite oak forest. Mighty and majestic oak trees are preparing for a cold and long winter. Their leaves still hold tightly to the branches. And only ripe acorns fall into the yellow autumn grass.

And the Moskovka River flows very close by. Autumn nature is reflected in its water, like in a mirror. Golden leaves - like boats - float downstream. No birdsong is heard, majestic swans are nowhere to be seen. They left the park a long time ago and flew to warmer climes.

And at this time I want to say in verse:

Escaping from the northern blizzards,

In autumn, birds move south.

And we can hear the hubbub

From river reeds.

The starlings have long since flown away to the south,

And the swallows disappeared across the sea from the blizzards.

They will stay with us on rainy days

Crows, and doves, and sparrows.

They are not afraid of the harsh winter,

But everyone will wait for the return of spring.

Goodbye my park. I will look forward to seeing you after the winter blizzards and bad weather.

Klochko Victoria. 5-B class

WHO SHOWS DREAMS

Have you noticed that sometimes you dream and sometimes you don’t? I'll tell you why this happens.

On a very distant star there lives a good fairy, and this fairy has many, many daughters, little fairies. When night falls and the star on which tiny fairies live lights up, the fairy mother gives fairy tales to her daughters. And the fairy babies fly to Earth, flying into those houses where there are children.

But the little fairies do not show fairy tales to all children. They usually sit on the eyelashes of closed eyes, and since some children do not go to bed on time, fairies cannot sit on their eyelashes.

And when morning comes and the stars go out, the little fairies fly home to tell their mother who and what fairy tales they showed.

Now you know that you need to go to bed on time to see the fairy tales.

Good night!

Fisherman Ksyusha. 5-A class

CHAMOMILES IN JANUARY

The puppy Sharik and the duckling Fluff watched the snowflakes swirl outside the window and shivered from the frost.

Cold! – the puppy clicked his teeth.

In the summer, of course, it’s warmer... - said the duckling and hid his beak under his wing.

Do you want summer to come again? – asked Sharik.

Want. But that doesn't happen...

The grass was green on the leaf and little suns of daisies shone everywhere. And above them, in the corner of the picture, the real summer sun sparkled.

You came up with a good idea! - the duckling praised Sharik. - I have never seen daisies... in January. Now I don’t care about any frost.

Malyarenko E. 5-G class

GOLD AUTUMN

CHAMOMILE

A chamomile grew in one garden. She was beautiful: large white petals, a yellow heart, carved green leaves. And everyone who looked at her admired her beauty. The birds sang songs to her, the bees collected nectar, the rains watered her, and the sun warmed her. And the chamomile grew to the delight of people.

But now summer has passed. Cold winds blew, birds flew away to warmer regions, trees began to shed yellow leaves. It became cold and lonely in the garden. And only the chamomile was still as white and beautiful.

One night a strong north wind blew and frost appeared on the ground. It seemed that the flower’s fate was decided.

But the children who lived in the neighboring house decided to save the chamomile. They transplanted her into a pot, brought her into a warm house and did not leave her side all day, warming her with their breath and love. And in gratitude for their kindness and affection, the chamomile bloomed all winter, delighting everyone with its beauty.

Love and care, attention and kindness are needed not only by flowers...

Shakhveranova Leila. 5-A class

ADVENTURES OF AUTUMN LEAF

Autumn has come. It was cold, the wind was blowing. The wind tore off the leaves from the maple tree and carried it away into an unknown distance. And so he got to the very top branch and plucked the last leaf.

The leaf said goodbye to the tree and flew over the river, past the fishermen, across the bridge. He was carried so fast that he did not have time to see where he was flying.

Having flown over the houses, the leaf ended up in the park, where it saw colorful maple leaves. He immediately met one, and they flew on. At the playground, they circled the kids, rode down the slide with them, and rode on the swings.

But suddenly the sky frowned, black clouds gathered and heavy rain began to fall. The leaves were carried onto the window of a car that was parked by the road. The driver brushed them off with his windshield wipers, and they fell onto a pile of leaves on the side of the road. What a pity that the trip was short...

Kharchenko Ksenia. 5-A class

ONCE UPON A TIME AT SCHOOL

One morning I came to school and, as always, went into room No. 223. But I didn’t see my classmates in it. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley were there at that time. They learned magic, turning objects into living beings with one wave of a magic wand. I immediately closed the door because I didn't want to be turned into some kind of animal.

I went in search of my classmates and along the way I met fairy-tale characters: Uncle Fyodor, Matroskin the cat, Winnie the Pooh. But they passed by without noticing me.

Looking into another office, I saw Snow White and the seven dwarfs cleaning the classroom and laughing merrily. I also felt happy, and I moved on in a good mood.

Famous writers sat in another office: Pushkin, Nekrasov, Shevchenko, Chukovsky. They wrote poems and read them to each other. And in the drawing room, great artists discussed Roerich’s painting “Overseas Guests.” I had to carefully close the door so as not to disturb them.

Having looked into the diary, I went to the music room, where I finally met my friends. I was late for class and had to wait until the bell rang to tell them what I had seen. But after the lesson, we didn’t find anyone I met. The guys didn't believe me. And you?

Shulga Sasha. 5-A class.

UMBRELLA

Once upon a time there lived an ordinary boy. One day he was walking down the street. It was a wonderful sunny day, but suddenly the wind came and the sky was covered with clouds. It became cold and gloomy.

If you noticed, we really love to compose fairy tales, for example, we recently composed musical fairy tales about and.

I say “we” because I, as a mother, also put my efforts into this and help, correct what I come up with.

In general, it is necessary to develop this writing skill in a child, because even if he does not become a famous writer in your future, then in any case it will be useful to him in school in reading lessons, literature, history, geography and simply wherever necessary explain or tell something.

Let's try it together with you today.

In general, a fairy tale is the same story, only all the events in it are fabulous, magical. Therefore, to compose any fairy tale, you need to use certain rules and a special plan.

The first thing to do is to determine the topic, that is, what our story (fairy tale) will be about.

Secondly, be sure to formulate the main idea of ​​the future story, that is, why, for what purpose are you writing it, what it should teach listeners.

And third, directly construct the story according to the following scheme:

1. Exposition (who, where, when, what did)
2. The beginning of the action (how it all began)
3. Development of action
4. Climax (the most important moments)
5. Decay of action
6. Denouement (how it all ended)
7. Ending

Do not be afraid to name such complex concepts as “exposition” and “culmination” to your preschooler. Even if he doesn’t remember them now, he will definitely learn the principle of construction and will be able to apply it in the future.

According to exactly the same rules, stories are compiled and essays are written at school, so this material can be safely used by schoolchildren.

So, let's now move directly to inventing a fairy tale.

Here is the fairy tale “The Journey of the Ball,” which Seraphim composed when he was 5 years old. And using her example, we will see how to compose a fairy tale.

To compose a fairy tale, you can expand the algorithm a little to make it easier for your child to navigate.

1. Beginning (for example, once upon a time there was rain, a flower, sunshine, etc.)

2. Commencement (one day, one day he went or decided to do it, etc.)

3. Development of action (met someone, for example)

• passed the first test
• passed the second test

4. Climax (the third test after which she or he turns into someone or something)

5. Decline of action (someone does something so that our hero regains his original form)

6. Denouement (since then or since then)

7. Ending (and they began to live as before or he did not go anywhere else, etc.)

Once upon a time there was a boy, Alyosha, who had a balloon. And one day, when Alyosha fell asleep, he decided to go for a walk.

The ball flies and flies, and a rainbow meets it.

- Why are you flying here? Where is your home? You might get lost or burst!

And the ball answers her:

“I want to see the world and show myself.”

It flies and flies, and a cloud meets it.

- How did you end up here? There are so many dangers all around!

And the ball answers:

- Do not disturb me! I want to see the world and show myself. And he flew on.

It flies and flies, and the wind meets it.

- Why are you walking here? You might burst!

But the ball again did not listen to the elders. And then the wise wind decided to teach him a lesson.

“Uh-uh-uh,” the wind blew.

The ball flew in the opposite direction with great speed and caught on a branch. And his thread untied, and he hung on the branch like a rag.

And at this very time our boy Alyosha was walking along the path. He was picking mushrooms in the forest and suddenly he sees a rag hanging on a branch. He looks, and this is his balloon. The boy was very happy, took the balloon home and inflated it again.

And the ball at home told Alyosha about his adventures and never went for a walk without Alyosha again.

Such interesting tasks, for example, are given to children in her lessons by a wonderful teacher, teacher of Russian language and literature - Nadezhda Ivanovna Popova. Huge thanks to her!!!

Having learned before school to correctly compose fairy tales, stories, and retell short texts, at school you will be able to retell, write summaries and essays without any problems. Therefore, don’t be lazy and start doing this with your child before school.

Well, so that the baby can see his result clearly, as they say, you can write down your fairy tales there, which is what you and I will do tomorrow.

In the textbooks on literary reading of some teaching materials for grades 2-3, there are tasks to compose a fairy tale or story on your own. In fact, this is not difficult to do, you just need to grasp the idea. Often it is given not just to compose a fairy tale, but a fairy tale on a specific topic, for example, its meaning should be some kind of proverb. In the program there is a planet of knowledge, for example: “tackle a good deed skillfully” or others of your choice.

Made up fairy tales

First, practice on something simple, without a predetermined topic (in the Russian school educational complex, for example, the task appears to be simply to compose a fairy tale). Maybe you remember some interesting and instructive incident from life, you can come up with it yourself. You can create your own by analogy with famous fairy tales. Here are examples of fairy tales written by children, let them inspire you to write your own.

Why does a hare have long ears?

Once upon a time there lived a little bunny. He was constantly bragging about something. He boasted of his white fluffy tail, his sharp teeth, his keen eyes. One day he sat on a stump and boasted to the whole forest that he was able to jump over the highest hummock in this forest. The bunny did not notice how a wolf crept up from behind and grabbed him by the ears. The bunny struggled, struggled, and forcibly escaped. Look at yourself, the wolf pulled out his ears. Now the bunny looks at his long ears and sits quietly under a bush, without sticking out.

Oak.

The little acorn lost his hat and went in search of it. He jumped over the roots of the papa oak tree, ruffled the withered grass and looked under the leaves:

- This is not my hat, it’s too big and too big for me!
– And this one, double, will suit twin acorns.
– And this is last year’s, they don’t wear them like this anymore this season!

The acorn looked for a long time for its cap, got tired and fell asleep. He woke up in the spring, the sun was warm, it was warm. He looks, he is not an acorn, but a small oak tree, and he no longer needs a hat.

The tale of a traffic light arrogant.

A new traffic light was installed at the intersection. He was tall, slender and full of self-esteem.

Who said that you have to turn on the colors one by one, it’s much more beautiful to shimmer with all the colors at once, the Traffic Light decided and stared at the road with all 12 eyes.
- Hey, what are you doing! - the cars started beeping.

They huddled together in fear and nuzzled each other like blind kittens.

You look like cuttlefish! - the traffic light shouted to them from above and swayed with laughter.

A girl approached the crossing. “So pretty!” – thought the traffic light and winked at her in three colors at once. And again the indignant squeal of brakes.

“Just think,” Traffic Light was offended. “I’ll take it and pass out! Let’s see how you cope here without me!”

I thought so and went out.
And the next day, another traffic light was installed at the intersection, responsible and reliable.

Write a fairy tale or story, the name and meaning of which can be one of the proverbs:

1. It's better to lose with a smart person than to find with a fool.
2. The head is thick, but the head is empty.
3. They don't beat with a spear, but with their minds.
4. If there was intelligence, there would be a ruble.
5. A stupid mind lets you go around the world.

The head is thick, but the head is empty

In one small town there lived a girl with beautiful blue eyes and blond curls. Like all girls, she went to school, where she was given a lot of homework. She didn’t like it very much: during class she thought about how beautiful she was, and at home she admired herself in the mirror. Every morning she had to do her homework, although she was only attracted to the numerous combs and hairpins. One day she couldn’t resist and decided to give herself a beautiful hairstyle instead of sitting down to her textbooks. She came to school with unlearned lessons. When she was called to the board, she was confused and did not know what to answer. The teacher looked reproachfully at the girl and her beautiful hairstyle and said: her head is thick, but her head is empty. She felt very ashamed, and her curled locks no longer pleased her.

A stupid mind lets you around the world

One day a guy decided to earn some money. Give me, he thinks, I’ll help the neighbors, and they’ll give me money for it. I came to the first neighbor and offered to walk her dog. The neighbor agreed. The boy let the dog off the leash, and she ran away. The neighbor didn’t pay him, and even demanded money from him for the dog. The boy thought that it would be easier for other neighbors to go to the grocery store. I offered it to them. And he put the money in a holey pocket, and it fell out along the way. No food, no money, we had to give ours to our neighbors again. So he sits and thinks about how he can help his third neighbors and get a bonus for it. This is how a stupid mind goes around the world!

If there was intelligence, there would be a ruble

Once upon a time there lived two brothers. Both are tall, slender, black-haired - beautiful to look at, but one is smart, the other not so much. One day they came across a treasure map. The brothers decided to go in search of them. It was shown on the map that treasures were hidden in the dense forest. The brothers approached a large spruce tree at the edge of the forest. From there you need to go north. The elder brother looks at which side of the tree the ants built the anthill on, where there is more moss, where there is less, and realizes where is the north. And the younger one just scratched the back of his head and followed the older one. A bear meets them. The elder climbed the tree, called the younger one to follow him, and he grabbed a stick and teased the bear. Bear on him. The boy started to run, only his heels sparkled. And the elder climbed down from the tree and dug up the treasure. If there was intelligence, there would be a ruble!

They beat you not with a spear, but with your mind

Once upon a time there lived Ivashka. He decided to go on a trip. He took the pie with him and set off to wander around the world. Ivashka found a cave. There he met two giants. They thought that Ivashka was very weak and decided to have a competition. Who is stronger? The cave is given to the one who wins. The first competition: you have to squeeze the juice out of a stone. Ivashka remembered that he had taken a pie with him. He took out the pie and squeezed out the filling. “You are strong,” said the giant. Second test: you have to throw a stone high. “Your stone fell to the ground, but mine will not fall.” Ivashka caught a bird that was passing by and threw it up. The bird flew away. The giant gave Ivashka the cave. They don't beat with a spear, but with their minds.

Mosya and squirrels

There lived a life of a cat. His name was Mosya. He was a house cat and therefore stayed indoors, but he wanted to see the world. When people were taking out the trash, the door was open and Mosya ran away. The elevator door was also open. Mosya ran into the elevator, but did not reach the button. The elevator went down. When the elevator stopped, the cat got out. There was a boy Vanya at the entrance. He opened the door and Mosya ran out into the street. He ran towards the school. There was a break at school and the cat saw a familiar boy there - Marik. Mosya didn’t stop, he ran on, because he was afraid that Marik would notice him and bring him back home. At six o'clock in the evening the cat ran to the kindergarten. In the courtyard of the kindergarten he saw a cage with squirrels. Moses felt sorry for the squirrels because they were sitting in a cage. He chewed through the lock and freed the squirrels. They ran and ran and rejoiced in freedom. The squirrels thanked Mosya. Mosya invited them to go on a trip with him. Mosya and the squirrels went to the forest. A bear lived in the forest. The bear was sleeping in his den, but the squirrels made noise and woke him up. The bear woke up, got angry and attacked them. Mosya saved the squirrel: he bit the bear on the nose. The squirrels and Mosya ran away, the bear did not catch them and fell asleep in the den again. Mosya said that it was dangerous to stay in the forest, and they went to travel to different countries. Friends were in China and Europe, but then Mosya got homesick and they returned to Moscow. The cat came to his

owners, they were very happy and let him go home. Mosya no longer ran away from home, and his owners allowed him to walk with the squirrels.

About how the dog got a friend

There lived a dog. She was lonely. The dog walked the streets in order to meet someone. One day she went to Rainbow Street and met a horse there. The horse was small and beautiful, with a long thick mane. The horse asked the dog: “Who are you?” The dog replied: “I am a dog.” The dog had no name because she was homeless and there was no one to call her by name. The dog asked the horse: “What’s your name?” “Igo-go,” answered the horse. Igo-go invited the dog to be friends. The dog was very happy and asked if the horse had food. Igo-go knew what dogs eat and so she went up to the owner girl and asked her for food. The girl's name was Olya. “Can I have a piece of meat?” - asked the horse. “Why do you need meat?” - Olya was surprised. The horse told the owner that she had a friend - a dog that had no name and said that the dog was hungry. Igo-go also asked for water for her new friend. The girl went with Igo-go. She wanted to meet the dog. When she saw the dog, she really liked it because it was still a small puppy. The girl fed the puppy and invited him to stay with her and the horse. The girl and the horse came up with a name for the puppy. They named him Mitya. Mitya, Olya and Igo-go lived together and always helped each other.

Group essay 7 gr.

Horse and dog

There lived a horse. One winter she went for a walk in the forest and saw a small house. When the horse walked past the house, it tripped over a branch. The branch crunched. The horse screamed “Oh!” and a puppy jumped out of the house. The puppy began to scold the horse: “Why did you wake me up? I slept there." The horse replied: “Excuse me, I didn’t want to wake you up.” That's how they met. The horse's name was Rose, and the puppy's name was Watch. They became friends and began visiting each other.

One day Rose was visiting the Watch. At this time, Father Frost was riding past the Watch house on a sleigh and carrying a large bag of gifts. Suddenly a toy bunny fell out of the bag. Santa Claus didn't notice this. The bunny was left lying alone in the forest. Rose and the Watch ran past. They noticed the bunny, but did not immediately understand where it came from. And then the Watch saw traces of a sleigh on the road, and Rose guessed that it was Grandfather Frost who was riding. The patrol ran after the sleigh and returned the bunny to Santa Claus. Grandfather Frost was very happy, said “Thank you very much” and gave them gifts. He gave a doll to Rose, a car to Dozor, and a bunny to a little girl.

Christmas tree

The puppy was walking down the street and saw a deer there. They met, became friends and went for a walk together. Friends went into the forest to choose a Christmas tree for the New Year. There the deer and the puppy saw the cat. The cat and puppy were not friends. The cat asked the puppy: “What are you doing here? This is my territory." "And who are you?" - asked the puppy. “I’m Murka” - “Who are you?” . The puppy replied: “My name is Tuzik.” The cat also came to the forest to choose a Christmas tree. They dispersed through the forest to find a suitable tree.

After a while, Tuzik called everyone and said: “I found the most suitable Christmas tree for us, let’s celebrate the New Year together.” The cat and deer agreed. Murka said: “Let’s put a Christmas tree at my house.” Tuzik asked: “Why to you, and not to the deer.” The deer said: “Why are you arguing? We are friends. Let’s leave the tree in the forest and go get some toys ourselves.” The dog brought elegant glass balls of different colors from home. The deer brought golden balls with a drawing of Santa Claus. The cat brought cookies with tangerines and bags with portraits of a deer and Tuzik. So the puppy and the cat became friends with the deer and began to live amicably and cheerfully.

Dreamland

In one fairy-tale country there lived a little girl, and she loved to ride on the clouds on her magic horse and pick different flowers. The sun was warm, the clouds were like paths. The girl was always happy that there was such a wonderful horse, beautiful flowers and sun in the world. Everything that was around seemed very kind and good to her. One evening, a car drove past a girl and her horse. Soot came from the car, and the flowers next to it withered, the clouds turned black, and the sun stopped being yellow, it was wrapped in clothes and turned green. A boy was sitting in the car, and the girl shouted to him that he needed to stop the car. The car stopped, the boy got out and saw that where he had passed, the grass had drooped and the flowers had withered. Then he said that he would no longer drive a car, that he should walk. And they and the girl went on foot. The guys brought water from the river and watered the flowers. Then the flowers came to life and different animals came out to meet the children: an elephant who was collecting grass and a lion with his mane fluffed up. The animals thanked the boy and girl for caring about nature.

Journey of a Cucumber

There lived a cheerful cucumber in the garden. He was an unusual cucumber: he had small hands, he could talk and loved to take photographs. The cucumber was bored sitting in the garden with other vegetables, because they could not speak. He dreamed of becoming a traveler and finding a magic crystal that makes wishes come true. One day, a cucumber went on a trip, and, of course, took his favorite camera with him. He went into the forest. In the forest, the cucumber met the Hedgehog.

The hedgehog carried apples and pears with him.

Hello, Hedgehog - said the cucumber.

“Hello, cucumber,” answered the hedgehog.

Let's be friends.

Where are you going? - asked the Hedgehog.

“I’m looking for a magic crystal that makes wishes come true,” answered the Cucumber. “Let’s go together.”

Hello, frog - said the cucumber.

Hello, Cucumber and Hedgehog - answered the frog. - Where are you going?

We are looking for a magic crystal that makes wishes come true.

The cucumber called the bear:

Clubfoot, come with us to look for the crystal!

And the bear went with them. And then the travelers saw the mountain. The cucumber knew that the crystal was in a cave in the mountains. They went into the deepest cave in the rock and saw a crystal. Everyone made a wish

The cucumber missed home and wished to meet his family.

The hedgehog dreamed of growing up big and strong.

The frog wanted to see a beautiful pond.

The bear wanted to eat honey and go to sleep in the den.

The crystal sparkled. The friends closed their eyes. When they opened their eyes, they saw that a large cucumber had come out to them. It was the little cucumber's dad. And the whole cucumber family came out behind dad: mom, grandparents. The animals also remembered their parents and got bored. And then the parents of the animals came out. Everyone was very happy. Cucumber took a photo of them all together as a souvenir.

When everyone left the cave, Hedgehog noticed that he had grown, become stronger and could help his mother carry the bag. The frog went straight along the path and came out to a large pond. The bear ate a jar of honey and went to bed in the den.

And when our heroes grew up, they met their love, created families and had children. He gave everyone a photo of a cucumber. And friends always remembered each other.

She studied at a seminar on fairy tale therapy with Katerina Blukhterova. Here is my opus with a therapeutic effect. Maybe it's too long, please shorten it. Therapeutic effect: children should learn to finish their tasks without abandoning them in the middle, creating the right motivation.
Bunny
There was a little bunny in the craft basket. It was knitted from soft gray yarn and stuffed with wool. Four elastic legs were preparing to jump, long ears could catch the slightest rustle. His button nose twitched from the sweet smells wafting from the kitchen, his scarlet tongue hid behind his white teeth.
The bunny was almost finished, only the eyes were missing. The beady eyes lay right there in the basket, and the bunny patiently waited for them to be sewn into place. With his ears pricked up, he listened to the steps in the room and froze with hope when steps were heard next to him.
Sometimes warm, wrinkled hands would take it, stroke it tenderly, and put it back into the basket with a sigh. It was grandma. Bunny liked his grandmother's hands: he felt safe in them, but he looked forward to the touch of other hands. These hands were sharper and cooler, but the bunny loved it when they touched his fur, kneaded his ears, and pulled his tail. These are the hands of a girl. They knitted the bunny's back, belly and legs and listened to the quiet advice of their grandmother. And then they got tired, and the bunny remained unfinished.
At night, he heard the conversations of other toys: they were outraged by the girl’s behavior and felt sorry for the bunny, and he believed that the girl would remember him and sew his eyes on.
But days passed by, and the girl blithely walked past the basket with the bunny, and he listened with bated breath to her light steps.
One day he couldn’t stand it and decided to go to her himself.
At night, the bunny got out of the basket and fell awkwardly onto the chest of drawers. The toys on their shelves watched him with excitement. Having reached the edge of the chest of drawers, the bunny dangled his paws down, lost his balance and flew down. He was lucky: he didn’t hurt himself when he fell into a box of rags, almost to the very bottom. Trying to get to the surface, the bunny worked with all his might with his paws and threw scraps to the sides. But they, tightly wound around the body, pulled it down. With one last effort, he grabbed the edge of the box, pulled himself up, and tumbled over it.
There was the usual darkness around, and the bunny, spreading his paws, moved on.
The girl's room was located behind a large hallway, where a huge red cat slept, stretched out from corner to corner. The bunny blindly poked his head into his side and stopped. The cat jumped up and spanked the offender with his clawed paw. The bunny took off, somersaulted over his head and fell in front of the red muzzle. The cat purred contentedly, dug his claws into the hare's body and threw it over himself again. The threads cracked, the ears wrinkled, but the bunny got up and stubbornly walked forward. The red-haired robber lost interest in him, yawned widely and stretched out on the floor again.
Having reached the girl's bed, the bunny stopped in front of another obstacle. The bed was too high to climb onto. Desperate, he grabbed the edge of the hanging blanket and tried to pull himself up. His scratched sides hurt, his back ached, and the bunny stubbornly grabbed onto the blanket until he was completely exhausted.
“Let me help you!” - someone next to him grumbled friendly, and the bunny recognized the large plush dog, the guardian of the doll’s house. The dog, picking up the bunny by the scruff of the neck, carefully laid him on the bed.
The girl's breathing was even and calm. Sobbing, the bunny pressed against her warm hand and fell silent.
And the girl had a magical dream: she dreamed that a small gray bunny from a basket with needlework was looking for its eyes and could not find it, and only she knew how to help him.
“Grandma, I had an amazing dream!” - the girl exclaimed in the morning. “Dear bunny, you found me!” - she was delighted and hugged him to her.
As soon as she washed herself, the girl took out the shiny beady eyes from the basket, threaded a needle and, placing the bunny on her lap, began to carefully sew on his eyes. The bunny sat quietly, only his fluffy tail was shaking with impatience.
The girl finished her work and examined the bunny from all sides. Noticing the torn seams on the fur coat, she shook her finger at the red cat: “I’ll give it to you, Vaska!” The cat just meowed slyly in response.
Having chosen strong threads, the girl repaired the bunny’s fur coat, while he looked around with admiration.
It turns out that the plush dog, the guardian of the doll's house, has black fur, and the bunny himself has a soft gray color. The dolls are dressed in elegant dresses, and the soldiers' uniforms are embroidered with gold buttons.
Vaska the cat lazily squints his eyes and purrs a cat song under his breath.
On a table covered with a lace tablecloth, there is a dish of rosy pies, and the sweet aroma pleasantly tickles the nostrils.
A grandmother is sitting in a chair by the window. She bent over her needlework, and a ray of sunshine gently touched the gray strands of her hair.
The girl funny wrinkles her nose, strewn with freckles, and combs the fur of a plush dog with a comb.
White snowflakes are circling on the street, and the bunny, pressed against the window, watches their flight in fascination.