The Tale of the Green Horse (collection). Yuri Koval. Read and listen to Koval's fairy tales and stories The tale about the wife of the Serpent Gorynych

The audio tale Little Tiger on a Sunflower is a work by Yuri Koval. You can listen to the story online or download it. The audiobook “Tiger Cub on a Sunflower” is presented in mp3 format.

Audio tale Tiger Cub on a Sunflower, contents:

The audio story Tiger Cub on a Sunflower is about how a Ussuri tiger cub germinates a sunflower seed with its breath. And if you start listening to this story online, you will know what happened.

In the summer, the striped baby played with his friends, and they had fun. But a frosty winter came, and one day the tiger cub, waking up from the cold, saw that his friends had fallen into hibernation. He had to play alone in the snow, and he had fun until a blizzard began and he began to freeze.

A chipmunk jumped out of the hole and invited the tiger cub to come to him, but the tiger cub was unable to squeeze into the hole and wandered through the taiga. Suddenly he heard the sounds of snoring coming from the hollow with the cubs. The bear invited him to her place, but then sighed so much that the tiger cub fell out of the tree. Under the snow he saw a sunflower seed, which he warmed with his warmth. The seed sprouted, blossomed and rose above the trees, opening under the very sun. And in the flower itself there was a tiger cub sleeping.

In the summer, everyone looked after the sunflower, and when autumn came, and then the snow fell again, a whole bouquet of sunflowers grew in the middle of the taiga, on each of which some animal slept and basked in the sun.

Here is the end of our online audio fairy tale.

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Yuri Iosifovich Koval
The Tale of the Green Horse

The Tale of a Tiger Cub on a Sunflower

In our distant Ussuri taiga there lived a tiger cub.

He was Ussuri from his nose to the tip of his tail, and even the stripes on his back were Ussuri.

He was friends with white-breasted bear cubs and with Uncle Chipmunk, who also had stripes on his back.

Only the chipmunk had stripes along, and the tiger cub had stripes across. And whoever doesn’t understand, let him look at the picture to see where the stripes go.

But this tale is not about the stripes, but about the tiger cub himself.

All summer the tiger cub played with his friends.

How did they play? Very simple.

We all climbed together onto the oldest and largest cedar tree and found the largest cedar cone there.

They tore off these cones and threw them down. They thought that the cone would split and all the nuts would jump out. But the cone did not split, and the nuts had to be picked out. But it was very pleasant to pick out nuts that smelled like resin from the cone.

They called this game “bumping”.

Well, you probably know that there are such games: drawing, inattention, crunching nuts. This game was very similar to nut-throwing and gnawing.

They played and played, and suddenly it became cold.

It started snowing and winter began.

At first it was a small winter. And a little snow - on the grass and bushes. And then winter got stronger and gained strength. It was frosty.

One morning the tiger cub woke up from the cold. He looks - his friends are not visible. There is no one.

-Where are they?

“Yes, they all went to bed,” the nutcracker bird chirped. – Don’t you know that bears and chipmunks go to bed for the winter?

The tiger cub did not know this and was very surprised. How is this so? They are all sleeping, but he is not sleeping. Strange.

And if you don't sleep, what should you do? Play.

The tiger cub began to play with the snow. He throws snow with his paw, and then catches snowflakes. I played and played and got tired of it.

And then the snowstorm began. It became very cold. The tiger cub was so cold that he even trembled.

-Are you cold, or what? - he suddenly heard.

And this uncle chipmunk jumped out of his hole, which he dug under the roots of the trees.

“Climb in with me,” he says, “you’ll warm up.” I'm warm.

So the tiger cub climbed up to the chipmunk, he climbed and climbed, but couldn’t get in. The mink is small, and the tiger cub is big.

And while the tiger cub was climbing, the chipmunk yawned and yawned - and fell asleep until spring.

The tiger cub walked through the taiga. Suddenly he hears someone snoring. I looked and it was an old cedar snoring.

“Did he really fall asleep too?” - thought the tiger cub.

- What are you talking about! - the nutcracker shouted. – Cedars never sleep. Birch and aspen trees fall asleep in winter, but cedars never do.

– Who is it that sleeps so loudly there? - said the tiger cub and climbed to the top of the cedar.

And there, not far from the top, there was a huge hollow. And in the hollow a mother bear was sleeping with her cubs.

Brown bears sleep on the ground, in a den, but Ussuri white-breasted bears live in trees, grow in trees, make dens in trees.

The tiger cub looked into this den, and the bear opened one eye and said:

- Are you cold, baby, or what? Come join us, it's warm here.

The tiger cub climbed into the hollow and was just about to curl up into a ball when the bear sighed, and then exhaled so much that he flew out of the hollow. He flew, flew through the air, and then fell into the snow. But he didn’t fall hard, didn’t break, and just buried himself in the snow. And while he was flying, he kept thinking: “It would be nice to curl up in a ball somewhere to warm up.”

And so, when he fell into the snow, he immediately curled up into a ball and warmed up a little. Just as he wanted to close his eyes to fall asleep, he suddenly saw a sunflower seed on the ground under the snow.

And the tiger cub immediately wanted to chew this seed and eat it, but then he thought: “You can’t eat everything in the world. I’ll regret this seed, because it’s probably frozen.” And the tiger cub breathed on the seed.

The seed moved slightly. I breathed again - the seed cracked, and a green sprout appeared from it.

The tiger cub surrounded him with its soft paws, put his head on his paws, and fell asleep to the howl of the blizzard.

And while the tiger cub was sleeping, the seed warmed up and began to grow, grow, grow, grow, and even gradually blossom.

And then a real miracle happened: right in the middle of the taiga and in the middle of winter, a sunflower blossomed.

He grew high, high, rose above all the trees, right under the sun, and already there, under the sun, the sunflower opened.

And there, above, right on the sunflower, a tiger cub was sleeping.

And, of course, he was warm, because all the storms and blizzards were raging below.

- Tiger cub on a sunflower! - the nutcracker screamed. - Tiger cub on a sunflower!

Spring is coming soon. The chipmunk and the cubs woke up. We climbed onto a sunflower, and there the tiger cub was sleeping. They woke him up.

- How did I get here? – the tiger cub was surprised.

“You warmed the seed,” said the wise Uncle Chipmunk, “and now it warms you.”

So the red summer has come, a hot, Ussuri summer. The tiger cub takes care of the sunflower, loosens the ground with its claws, the cubs carry water from the stream, and water the sunflower. Good for the tiger cub. And all the animals feel good.

Autumn has come. One evening, friends gathered at a sunflower, eating berries and gnawing nuts.

- That’s good! - said the wise uncle chipmunk. “And you can see everything around far away.”

- If only we could all live on sunflowers!

- Nonsense! Nonsense! Nonsense! - the nutcracker screamed. – There aren’t enough sunflowers for everyone!

And then a cold wind blew. The sunflower swayed. The chipmunk and the cubs ran home. There is only one tiger cub left.

And it started snowing again. The sunflower bent down to the ground from the wind and the snow. The tiger cub was sad. He climbed under his sunflower and saw the last few seeds on the ground. He grabbed them into a pile, hugged them to himself, and fell asleep.

So what do you think? Our tiger cub warmed all the seeds.

And in winter, in the middle of the taiga, a whole bouquet of sunflowers grew. Huge flowers opened, and on every sunflower someone was basking in the sun.

There is a bear cub.

There is a little fox there.

There is a wolf cub.

And on the tallest sunflower the tiger cub was fast asleep.

The tale about the wife of the Serpent Gorynych

There lived three brothers. Each of them had two dogs.

And then one day all of them - three brothers, six dogs - went for a walk around the world. One brother and his dogs went to the left. The other one is to the right. And the third, the youngest - and his dogs were the youngest - came to the royal city. The city was in panic. The nine-headed Serpent Gorynych walked along the Main Square.

- King! - Gorynych shouted. “Give me your daughter, otherwise I’ll destroy the whole city!”

The king and princess looked out of the window in fear and simply did not know what to do.

- Don't be afraid! - Gorynych lured the princess. “Come with me to the bottom of the sea, I’ll show you the pearls.”

- Hey, Nine-Headed! - shouted the younger brother. - Why do you need a princess? Even though you have nine heads, they are all stupid!

Gorynych was furious and was about to deal with the impudent man, but then the dogs jumped up to him. One grabbed his tail, the other grabbed his mane. While Gorynych was wondering what was what, the younger brother cut off all nine of his heads, saying: “Chick-chick-chick!”

Then the king jumped out of the palace and shouted: “Hurray!” Behind the king is the princess. She saw her younger brother and fell in love. And the younger brother, when he saw her, blushed, extended his hand to her and said:

- I would like to meet you!

In general, a week later they got married, and the younger brother began to live with his princess in the royal three-story palace.

One day he went for a walk to the sea. His two dogs are with him. But the princess remained at home.

As soon as he approached the sea, suddenly a heavy wave ran ashore. A wave scattered across the sand, and a scary woman came out of it. The face is green, the braids are woven from brown algae. It was Gorynych's wife.

“Well,” she said. - Finally, I got you! Why did you destroy my Nine-Headed husband?

She waved her scythe - and at the same instant the younger brother and his dogs turned into stones.

Gorynych’s wife laughed and went under the water. Three stones remained on the shore. And it seemed like they had been lying here for a long time, rolled in by the waves and overgrown with sea moss.

Meanwhile, the middle brother came to the royal city. The princess told him a sad story, and he decided to help his brother out.

As soon as the middle brother came to the seashore, Gorynych’s wife emerged from the wave.

-Have you come for your brother? – she asked.

Before he even had time to nod, she waved her scythe. Three more stones lay on the shore.

Whether long or short, the elder brother also came to the royal city. His dogs are with him. He found out what happened to the brothers, was saddened, and slowly went to the sea.

He looks and sees stones lying on the shore. Six stones, rolled by the waves, overgrown with sea moss. And only if you look very carefully, you can make out that two of them look like people, and the rest look like pointy-eared dogs.

Before the elder brother had time to look around, a wave runs to the shore, scatters on the sand, and the wife of Snake Gorynych comes ashore. The elder brother was not at a loss.

- Ah! - he said. - How beautiful you are!

Gorynych’s terrible wife was embarrassed: she had never been called a beauty. Then the dogs jumped up to her, grabbed her sleeves and pulled her in different directions. The dogs pulled the sleeves in different directions, and suddenly - bang-bang - two young girls turned out from one wife of Gorynych. They look so sweet and modest, it’s simply amazing! The older brother was immediately stunned. Then one girl went up to the stones and touched them with a branch of bird cherry. The stones on the seashore began to move, sand and dust fell from them - and two brothers and their dogs stood up, alive and unharmed. Then the brothers rushed to kiss and hug, and then they all went to the royal city.

- Hooray! - the king shouts. The princess is happy.

The younger brother began to live with his princess in the royal palace. And the middle brother and the eldest, without thinking twice, married those two girls who came from the same wife of Zmey Gorynych.

And what’s surprising is that we lived well!

The Tale of the Wolf Evstifeika

Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. And they had a dishwasher cat, an empty dog, a quiet sheep and Basulya the cow.

And next to them lived in the ravine Evstifeiko the wolf. And this Evstifeiko was a big robber.

And then winter came, snow fell, frost hit. There was nothing left for Evstifika to eat. So he comes to the old man and says:

- Great, old man.

“You, old man, give me the old woman, I’ll eat her.”

– Here’s something else I came up with. I feel sorry for the old woman.

“Then let’s do something else, otherwise my stomach is growling.”

Evstifeyko has pestered you, you can’t get away from him. There is nothing to do, the old man gave the dishwasher cat. Evstifeiko swallowed it - he resorted to the old man again:

“Give me the old woman,” my stomach growls.

I don’t want to give the old woman away to the old man, so I gave him the empty little dog. But even this is not enough for Evstifake. I had to give the quiet sheep to the old man. Evstifeiko swallowed the quiet one, came running again:

- Give me the old woman.

“Pipes,” said the old man. - I won’t give up my grandma!

- Duck plays in my stomach.

He gave it to Basul the cow. And the cow was healthy and vigorous. “I hope he choke,” the old man thinks.

But Evstifeiko even swallowed the cow. And for two days he - that’s true - did not come to the old man, and then he showed up again. He walks, somehow rearranges his paws, and barely drags his belly along the ground.

“Great,” says the old man.

- Hello, Evstifeiko-wolf.

“Yes, that’s what they’re doing,” Evstifeiko says, “with my stomach.”

- Why such and such? - the old man says as if he doesn’t understand.

- The stomach plays.

The old man listened - and sure enough, his stomach was playing. And the dog barks there, and the cat meows, and the cow moos. Only the quiet sheep are not heard. It’s not clear whether there’s a sheep in the belly or somewhere else.

- So what are you doing? - the old man says. - Do you want an old woman?

“Well, yes,” Evstifeiko explains, “give me the granny, I’ll eat it.”

“I won’t give you money,” the old man says, “you better swallow me.”

“With pleasure,” Evstifeiko says, “I’ll swallow it.” Actually, I’ve been wanting to swallow you for a long time, but it was just awkward to talk about. That's why I hinted about the grandmother.

“Swallow me, Evstifeiko,” the old man says. - Just tell me, where is the quiet sheep?

- A sheep? So it's in my belly.

“Well, swallow,” the old man says, “open your mouth.”

Here Evstifeiko opened his mouth, the old man ran and jumped. And Evstifeiko swallowed it. And then the old man found himself in the wolf’s belly. I looked around.

“But there’s nothing here,” he says, “not bad.” It's a bit dark, but it's cozy.

The old man began to walk on the wolf's belly. He wandered, wandered, looked - the dishwasher cat was sitting.

“You know what,” the old man says, “let’s make a coup.”

“What,” says the cat, “a revolution?”

- And this one. Let's turn the whole wolf's belly over.

They shook hands and began to carry out a coup. They jump along the wolf's belly - the old man screams and the cat meows. Soon other swallowed creatures came running to them: the empty little dog, Basulya the cow, and the quiet sheep were found somewhere in the animal nooks and crannies.

“Butt, Basulya,” the old man shouts, “a wolf’s belly.”

Basulya ran away and let’s butt her stomach with her horn.

Evstifeiko the wolf says:

-What are you doing there in your stomach? A coup, or what?

“We do what we need,” the cow says. “We’re piercing your belly, you fool!”

Still, we got a rude cow.

“Give up these things,” Evstifeiko says. - Sit still.

“No,” the quiet sheep suddenly says. “We can’t, Evstifeiko, we can’t sit still.” Because you, Evstifeiko, are behaving incorrectly.

They pierced the wolf's belly, and everyone got out into freedom. And the old woman is standing, waiting. They began to kiss the grandmother.

And Evstifeiko the wolf walks nearby.

“Give me,” he says, “at least some tough thread to sew up my belly.”

Well, they gave him some harsh thread, he sewed up his belly and rolled into the ravines.

The Tale of Little Red Brother

In the dry and hot south, among sands and tarantulas, lies the city of Ikushalisyr. And in this city they really ate cheese. This was their folk custom. And there lived a man named Krem d l yaru k. Hairdresser.

One day Kremdlyaruk was sitting in his hairdressing salon and waiting for someone to come for a haircut. Nobody came. Everyone ate cheese. Suddenly the window opened and a head poked its head into the room from the street. So red-haired and shaggy, you could even shout out the guard.

– Is it possible to have a civilized haircut? – asked Red.

- Please, please, please! – exclaimed Kremdlyaruk. - Come in, sit in the chair! Let's trim at its best! That is, we will cut your hair culturally!

- Fu Fu Fu! – Red said, puffing. – It’s very hot in your hairdressing salon. Cut directly through the window. Just don't shave your beard. Make me look like the sun.

Kremdlyaruk took the scissors in his hands and quickly cut off Red, that is, he cut his hair culturally.

– Do I look like the sun? – asked Red.

“Very, very similar,” Kremdlyaruk praised his haircut. “When I see you, I want to hide in the shadows.”

- Thank you, thank you! – exclaimed Red. - Well, I'll go.

- How do you mean “went”? And who will pay the money?

“Brother will pay,” said Red, and a black, sultry brunette immediately appeared at the window.

“Money later,” said Brunet. - Teper mene strigi! Just don't touch the mustache.

- Well, go to the hairdresser, sit in a chair.

- Strigi through the window, like a brother.

What to do? Kremdlyaruk and the second brother had to cut their hair through the window. Work is work.

“But are there really three of them?” – thought Kremdlyaruk.

And then, of course, the third brother appeared. White-white, that is, completely gray.

“Shave me bald,” said Gray-haired, “so that my head turns out like a ball!”

Kremdlyaruk shaved his head, but the ball did not turn out, but a wrinkled ball.

“I’m crying for myself and my brothers,” he said. - How much do I have to pay?

- What-what-what? - Sharik shouted. - Ruble?! A whole ruble?! Are you crazy!

And then he stuck his clawed paw into the barber shop, grabbed the barber by the chest and dragged him out into the street. And Kremdlyaruk saw that he was in the clutches of a huge two-story dragon, which had three heads - red, bald and mustachioed!

- Brothers! - Bald yelled. - Ruble! He asks for a ruble! What to do with it?

-Tear to pieces! - said Brunet.

“Come on,” said Red. “He cut my hair very well, there’s no need to torment him!”

- No, we must!

“Wait, brothers,” said Kremdlyaruk. “I didn’t know you were dragon heads.” And I only take a ruble! Yes, for such a healthy dragon, and for three heads - drive a thousand!

- What-what-what? – all three heads stared. The clawed paw unclenched in amazement, Kremdlyaruk slipped out, turned the corner and disappeared.

And then this is what happened. The dragon also turned the corner and saw that there were three alleys in front of him. Very narrow. And then Bald Head ran straight, Mustache Head turned right, and Red Head turned left. And the alleys were so narrow that you had to squeeze through them. And so all three heads squeezed into different alleys, but the body was left behind. This is how the story turned out! The Dragon is stuck. He jerks his head, but nothing comes out. Heads move forward, but no way back. Ears are in the way!

Kremdlyaruk ran and ran and stopped. I looked around - no Dragon. I went back. Looks - Bald head! A little higher than the second floor it is sandwiched between the walls.

-Where are the brothers? – Kremdlyaruk asks.

“I don’t know myself,” answered Baldy. - We got lost somewhere. Help, Kremdlyaruk! Help! Save!

“I really don’t know how to help you.” Okay, I'll go look for my brothers.

Kremdlyaruk walked, walked and found, of course, in the alleys first Brunet, and then Red.

“Still, I cut your hair pretty well,” said the hairdresser, “well, it turned out just like the sun.” And I wasn't paid for my work? Eh, you! Just a ruble!

“We don’t have a penny,” said Red.

– There are no beggar dragons.

- Happens. Just try to feed three heads!

- Do you want some cheese?

Kremdlyaruk gave his red brother some cheese (he carried it in his pocket).

“Well,” he says, “I’ll help you, and you’ll get the rest out yourself.” Try sticking your head forward. And now back.

“I can’t go back,” Red says, “my ears are in the way.”

- And up?

Red pulled his head up, but the houses were low, and his head jumped out.

“Well, thank you, Kremdlyaruk,” says Red. “And he tonsured me well, fed me cheese, and pulled my reckless head out of the city nets.”

“Please,” Kremdlyaruk answers. “But most importantly, I really like the way I cut your hair.” I’m not a simple hairdresser, I’m an artist.

“You are a great artist,” Red praised him. - Genius! Like Repin!

“Come on,” said Kremdlyaruk.

- No, you're a genius, that's all! Aivazovsky.

And they argued for a long time whether Kremdlyaruk was a genius or not.

And then Red pulled his brothers out of the city networks and went into the desert. And Kremdlyaruk went home.

The most surprising thing, of course, is that none of the residents of the city of Ikushalisyr noticed the Dragon. And you can understand them: they ate cheese.

The Tale of the Green Horse

Once upon a time there lived a Green Horse.

Her eyes were like gooseberries, her mane was like hops that weave around fences and trees, her back was like soft moss, and you always wanted to stroke her. The stockings on the legs were silver, like poplar leaves, and the tail looked, excuse me, like a juniper. The Green Horse lived freely, in the forests and in the wilderness, and grazed wherever he wanted. It was very, very difficult to notice her among the greenery, and people who went into the forest never noticed her.

And there was still a man in the world whose name was Vanechka, and he knew nothing about the Green Horse. Well, I haven’t heard, that’s all.

One day Vanechka went into the forest. He took and took blueberries - and wandered into the wilderness where the Green Horse was resting.

She was dozing, and suddenly she heard someone coming. She opened her eyes - Vanechka. He walks straight towards her, but doesn’t see her. Just look - it will come! What to do?

The Green Horse spoke Russian perfectly, but what can you say when Vanechka is running straight at you with blueberries?!

The horse itself was confused and suddenly said:

- Chu-chu-chu...

Vanechka was dumbfounded. He couldn’t figure out who was saying “choo-choo-choo” to him.

- What, what? - he said, and his lips began to tremble. And his eyes opened so wide in horror, so wide and bottomless, that the Green Horse looked into them and immediately fell in love with him, forever and completely.

“Quiet,” she said. - Calm down, Vanechka. It’s me lying here – the Green Horse.

- Who!!! - Vanechka shouted. - Who is lying? Where? What horse???

- Don't shout like that! - said the Green Horse. - I am kind.

And then she waved her tail and stood in front of Vanechka in all her forest glory. And Vanya suddenly saw how the juniper bush and, in general, the whole forest came to life in front of him!

And the Horse thinks: “Why was he so scared? We need to explain everything to him, calm him down.”

And she set off at a gallop after Vanechka.

And he ran out of the forest, scratched across the field to the village, and heard the clatter of hooves behind him. I looked around - oh horror! Horse! Green! He rushes after him through the oat field!

- Stop! - The horse is screaming. - Stop! Do not be afraid of me!

And Vanya cooks even faster. He reached the village and burst into the hut.

- Mom! - shouts. - Folder! The Green Horse is chasing me!

The folder was also a hefty club, he jumped out onto the porch and grabbed a rake. And then they both yell:

- Horse! Green Horse! Drive her!

And they had a neighbor named Podushkin. He left the house, saw the Green Horse and quickly realized everything. He grabbed a strong rope and threw it around the Horse's neck. And then he fired his whip, fired his whip, and drove the Green Horse into the corral. And this corral was like a huge barn with a roof. It's called a stable. Only there were no horses in it now. They were working in the field.

He tied Podushkin's Green Horse, threw him a clump of hay, and locked the barn with a huge padlock.

That's how stupidly the Green Horse got caught.

- Well, how? Well? – Vanechka runs up to Podushkin. How is the Green Horse doing? Doesn't he kick?

– What other Green Horse? - Podushkin answers. - This is not the Green Horse. This is the simplest horse I own, and it is green because it has been lying around in the grass. They also came up with a Green Horse!

Vanechka and the folder wanted to look through the crack, but Podushkin fired his whip.

- Move away, neighbors, from my stable. I don't look into your barn.

Podushkin untied the healthy male dog from the doghouse and tied it to the entrance to the stable. And this dog’s name was Amarcord. Amarcord opened his mustachioed and fanged mouth and roared so loudly that the hair of the surrounding dogs for a hundred kilometers around stood on end. Folder says:

- What did you, Van, come up with about the Green Horse?

“Eh, folder, folder,” Vanechka said and cried bitterly. Only now he realized that happiness was in his hands, and he ran away from this happiness, and even screamed at the top of his lungs. Vanya cried bitterly. He cried so long and so bitterly that he fell in love with the Green Horse forever and realized that now he, Vanechka, would have no peace day or night.

But the night has not yet come, but evening has come. In the evening the horses were brought home from work.

Podushkin stood at the gate and counted the horses. And when everyone entered the pen, he locked the doors again.

And then the horses saw that the Green Horse was standing in the stable.

- My God! - they said. - Green Horse! Is it really you? After all, you are a free horse, how did Podushkin get you?

“I got caught stupidly,” the Green Horse explained to them, “because of one boy.” True, very good. I fell in love with him.

“How is it so,” the horses snored, “I fell in love with a boy.” I would fall in love with some worthy horse!

“Horses have always loved people,” a low and strong voice was suddenly heard. - And especially children.

It was the Raven Horse who spoke. He approached the Green Horse and bowed to it.

– Do you recognize me? - he asked.

“I recognize you, Black Horse,” the Green Horse bowed in response.

“And now we need to think,” said Horse Voronoi, “how you can get out into freedom.”

And the horses moved their huge heads, pressed their manes to each other and began to think. They thought quietly. We thought all night and sometimes whispered.

Of course, Podushkin whispered nothing to anyone that night. But he thought, laying his head on the pillow. He actually had huge pillows on his bed. Fat as pigs. And these are the stupid things Podushkin thought:

“We need to sell this horse! To the circus! How much should I take? How much will they give? A?"

And on the smallest pillow, only on a different one, without a weight, and in another house, Vanechka slept. But he did not sleep for long and suddenly woke up. He looks - it’s night all around him. There is the moon in the window. It’s light outside, and everything sparkles with moonlit green.

Vanya got dressed and went out onto the porch. His heart sank because there was a Green Horse in the world. He climbed over the fence and went to the stable. And on the threshold of the stable, as you know, a huge and angry dog named Amarcord was sleeping at that moment. Amarcord ate pork at night and therefore snored so terribly that the roof of the stable shook.

Vanechka touched the lock and began to pick at it with a nail. But the lock did not open, and then Amarcord stopped snoring. He woke up, but did not open his eyes yet. The first thing he thought was: “The pork was rotten. My stomach hurts. After all, this pig of mine, Podushkin, fed me rotten pork. Okay, now I’ll open my eyes and see who’s picking the lock.”

And he opened his eyes and saw Vanechka. He opened his mouth and was just about to bark when Vanya said:

- Wait, Amarcord, shut up. Podushkin will jump out with a gun and shoot me. I'll bring you a bone later.

“Okay,” Amarcord says. - What are you doing here?

- I open the horse. There is my Green Horse.

“I saw her,” Amarcord nodded. “For such a horse I would break the whole stable.”

And Vanya began poking around in the castle again, and Amarcord gave advice:

- Yes, you hit him with a brick!

- Who opens the lock there? – a voice was heard from the stables.

- It's me, Vanya. I want to free the Green Horse. And who are you?

“And I am the Raven Horse,” said the Raven Horse. “You can’t open a lock like this with a nail.” You better climb into our stable through the dormer window. We need to untie the Green Horse. Podushkin tied her up with ropes.

Vanya took the ladder and climbed into the stable through the dormer window. And although it was dark in the stable, the moon helped, and Vanya untied all the horses. And he hugged the Green Horse by the neck and stroked it, and for a long time she whispered something in his ear.

“Now, Vanya,” said the Horse to Voronoi, “get out back and go home, get some sleep.” And when it dawns, get up and hide in the elderberry bushes. See what happens!

And Vanya went to bed, and got up early and did everything as the Raven Horse ordered.

Podushkin woke up at dawn. Called the workers:

- Take the ropes! Let's take the Green Horse to sell!

The workers took the ropes, and Podushkin opened the stable doors.

And then the Raven Horse broke out and knocked Podushkin off his feet, and after him the rest of the workers’ horses scattered, and the last one to run out was the Green Horse. She waved over the fence and rushed towards the forest, followed by other horses. Podushkin sees: money is running away! He grabbed the gun and was just about to shoot when Vanechka jumped out of the elderberry bush and shouted to him from behind:

– Hands up, citizen Podushkin!

Out of fright, Podushkin dropped the gun, and it shook itself so hard that the workers, along with the shot, scattered into the bushes.

And Podushkin sees Vanya standing. He grabbed the boy and threw him into the cellar, and crushed the lid with a barrel of saffron milk caps. Vanya started screaming in the cellar, but nothing was heard. His voice could not get through the saffron milk caps. Podushkin untied Amarcord, got on his bicycle and rushed to the forest to catch the Green Horse and other horses. And the workers all got on bicycles. This is a stupid picture: in front of us is a huge Amarcord roaring like a beluga, and behind him cyclists are scratching through the mud. They caught all the horses.

-Where is the Green Horse? - Podushkin is screaming.

And she is nearby, lying in the bushes at the edge of the forest, but no one sees her. They don’t notice - that’s all.

- Amarcord, look! Smell the tracks!

Amarcord sniffs the tracks, but he doesn’t even need to sniff anything, he already sees the Green Horse. But he doesn’t want to give the Green Horse to Podushkin. Not because of rotten pork, but just his character.

“If you’ll excuse me,” he quietly says to the Horse, “I’ll tell you something unpleasant.” Your Vanya’s pillow was shoved into the cellar and pressed on top of him with a barrel.

- What’s in the barrel? - The horse asks.

– I don’t know for sure, but it seems like saffron milk caps. Come at night.

Podushkin and his workers broke their bicycles until dark, but they could not find the Green Horse. And they returned to the village.

And there is a commotion. Vanechka is missing! His father and mother are crying around the village, but they cannot find him.

And then evening came again, and then night, and the Green Horse galloped into the village. And straight to Podushkin’s yard.

“Just in time,” said Amarcord. - Podushkin went to bed.

-Where is Vanya?

- Yes, in the cellar, behind the stables.

The horse looked behind the stable and saw the Podushkin cellar. Podushkin dug it deep into the ground, in the darkest place, and poured a bunch of sand and sawdust on top. At the top of this heap was the door on which the barrel of saffron milk caps now stood.

The Horse wanted to roll a barrel, but it didn’t work.

“Try to hit it with your hind hooves,” Amarcord advises. – Kick properly!

The horse took aim, kicked properly, and the barrel swayed.

- Stop! Stop! Don't hit the barrel! Do not hit! - someone shouted.

The Horse was surprised, and Amarcord was surprised. They look around, but they don’t understand who is screaming.

And Podushkin was fast asleep at that moment. Strong, but not very strong. And he dreamed of the Green Horse. And she was so beautiful that Podushkin suddenly fell in love with this Horse with all his might. This is what happens in a dream. Podushkin fell in love with the Green Horse and started spinning around. And he trusted so much that the smallest pillow (in which the weight) fell and hit the floor. And there was a copper basin on the floor. The basin rattled and jumped from the impact. And the mice that were running around the floor, out of fear, became entangled in a cord that was hanging from the table. The string went down and caught a pot of pea soup. The pan fell, and there was such a roar that plates fell off the shelves. And this is where everything started to fall:

poker,
grips,
TV,
buffet,
chairs,
kerosene
lamp,
pot of porridge.

In general, everything that was in the house fell to the floor.

Podushkin woke up. He looks - everything, well, literally everything, is lying on the floor! And there is a roar in the yard. This is the Green Horse kicking a barrel. He kicks and immediately hears:

- Don't hit the barrel! Do not hit!

- Who is that screaming? - The horse said.

- Yes, it’s us, saffron milk caps, screaming! Whenever you hit us, our entire body shakes. You better break the lid!

And then Podushkin ran out into the street.

- Horse! Green Horse! I fell in love with you in a dream!

But Podushkin’s Horse doesn’t listen. She hit the lid with her hoof - the saffron milk caps jumped out of the barrel and ran in all directions.

The horse easily pushed the empty barrel, and Vanechka climbed out of the cellar. He's shaking all over, he's frozen. The horse and Amarcord began to scrub him, warm him, and blow on him. Somehow they warmed us up.

“Go home quickly, Vanya,” said the Horse, “and come to the forest in the morning.”

Vanya ran home to calm his father and mother down, and Podushkin went up to the Green Horse and said:

- Listen, Green Horse, I can’t live without you. Maybe you will love me too?

“Listen, Podushkin,” Amarcord intervened. - He locked the Green Horse himself in the stable, and stuck Vanya in the cellar. Well, tell me, how can you love such a fool?

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In our distant Ussuri taiga there lived a tiger cub.
He was Ussuri from his nose to the tip of his tail, and even the stripes on his back were Ussuri.
He was friends with white-breasted bear cubs and with Uncle Chipmunk, who also had stripes on his back.
Only the chipmunk had stripes along, and the tiger cub had stripes across. And whoever doesn’t understand, let him look at the picture to see where the stripes go.
But this tale is not about the stripes, but about the tiger cub himself.
All summer the tiger cub played with his friends. How did they play? Very simple.
We all climbed together onto the oldest and largest cedar tree and found the largest cedar cone there.
They tore off these cones and threw them down. They thought that the cone would split and all the nuts would jump out. But the cone did not split, and the nuts had to be picked out. But it was very pleasant to pick out nuts that smelled like resin from the cone.
They called this game “bumping”.
Well, you probably know that there are such games: drawing, inattention, crunching nuts. This game was very similar to nut-throwing and gnawing.
They played and played, and suddenly it became cold.
It started snowing and winter began.
At first it was a small winter. And a little bit of snow on the grass and bushes. And then winter got stronger and gained strength. It was frosty.

One morning the tiger cub woke up from the cold. He looks - his friends are not visible. There is no one.

Where are they?
“Yes, they all went to bed,” chirped the nutcracker bird. “Don’t you know that bears and chipmunks go to bed for the winter?”
The tiger cub did not know this and was very surprised. How is this so? They are all sleeping, but he is not sleeping. Strange.
And if you don't sleep, what should you do? Play.
The tiger cub began to play with the snow. He throws snow with his paw, and then catches snowflakes. I played and played and got tired of it.
And then the snowstorm began. It became very cold. The tiger cub was so cold that he even trembled.
-Are you cold, or what? - he suddenly heard.
And this uncle chipmunk jumped out of his hole, which he dug under the roots of the trees.
“Climb in with me,” he says, “you’ll warm up.” I'm warm.
So the tiger cub climbed up to the chipmunk. He climbs and climbs, but cannot get in. The mink is small, and the tiger cub is big.
And while the tiger cub was climbing, the chipmunk yawned and yawned - and fell asleep until spring.
The tiger cub has gone to the taiga. Suddenly he hears someone snoring. I looked and it was an old cedar snoring.
“Did he really fall asleep too?” - thought the tiger cub.
- What are you talking about! - the cedar tree shouted. “Cedars never sleep.” Birch and aspen trees fall asleep in winter, but cedars never do.
“Who is that sleeping there so loudly?” the tiger cub climbed down and climbed to the top of the cedar.
And there, not far from the top, there was a huge hollow. And in the hollow a mother bear was sleeping with her cubs.
Brown bears sleep on the ground, in a den, but Ussuri white-breasted bears live in trees, grow in trees, make dens in trees.
The tiger cub looked into this den, and the bear opened one eye and said:
- Are you cold, baby, or what? Come join us, it's warm here.
The tiger cub climbed into the hollow and was just about to curl up into a ball when the bear sighed, and then exhaled so much that he flew out of the hollow. He flew, flew through the air, and then fell into the snow. But he didn’t fall hard, didn’t break, and just buried himself in the snow. And while he was flying, he kept thinking: “It would be nice to curl up in a ball somewhere to warm up.”
And so, when he fell into the snow, he immediately curled up into a ball and warmed up a little. Just as he wanted to close his eyes to fall asleep, he suddenly saw a sunflower seed on the ground under the snow.
And the tiger cub immediately wanted to chew this seed and eat it, but then he thought: “You can’t eat everything in the world. I’ll regret this seed, because it’s probably frozen.” And the tiger cub breathed on the seed.
The seed moved slightly. I breathed again - the seed cracked, and a green sprout appeared from it.
The tiger cub surrounded him with its soft paws, put his head on his paws, and fell asleep to the howl of the blizzard.
And while the tiger cub was sleeping, the seed warmed up and began to grow* grow, grow, grow, and even gradually blossom.
And then a real miracle happened: right in the middle of the taiga and in the middle of winter, a sunflower blossomed.
He grew high, high, rose above all the trees, right under the sun, and already there, under the sun, the sunflower opened.
And there, above, right on the sunflower, a tiger cub was sleeping.
And, of course, he was warm, because all the storms and blizzards were raging below.
- Tiger cub on a sunflower! - the nutcracker shouted. - Tiger cub on a sunflower!
Spring is coming soon. The chipmunk and the cubs woke up. We climbed onto a sunflower, and there the tiger cub was sleeping. They woke him up.
- How did I get here? - the tiger cub was surprised.
“You warmed the seed,” said the wise Uncle Chipmunk, “and now it warms you.”
So the red summer has come, a hot, Ussuri summer. The tiger cub takes care of the sunflower, loosens the ground with its claws, the cubs carry water from the stream, and water the sunflower. Good for the tiger cub. And all the animals feel good.
Autumn has come. One evening, friends gathered at a sunflower, eating berries and gnawing nuts.
- That's good! - said the wise uncle chipmunk. - And you can see everything around far away.
- If only we could all live on sunflowers!
- Nonsense! Nonsense! Nonsense! - the nutcracker shouted. “There are not enough sunflowers for all!”
And then a cold wind blew. The sunflower swayed. The chipmunk and the cubs ran home. There is only one tiger cub left.
And it started snowing again. The sunflower bent down to the ground from the wind and the snow. The tiger cub was sad. He climbed under his sunflower and saw the last few seeds on the ground. He grabbed them into a pile, hugged them to himself, and fell asleep.
So what do you think? Our tiger cub warmed all the seeds.
And in winter, in the middle of the taiga, a whole bouquet of sunflowers grew. Huge flowers opened, and on every sunflower someone was basking in the sun.
There is a bear cub.
There's a little fox there.
There is a wolf cub.
And on the tallest sunflower the tiger cub was fast asleep.

How did they play? Very simple.
We all climbed together onto the oldest and largest cedar tree and found the largest cedar cone there.
They tore off these cones and threw them down. They thought that the cone would split and all the nuts would jump out. But the cone did not split, and the nuts had to be picked out. But it was very pleasant to pick out nuts that smelled like resin from the cone.

They called this game “bumping”. Well, you probably know that there are such games: drawing, inattention, crunching nuts. This game was very similar to nut-throwing and gnawing.
They played and played, and suddenly it became cold.
It started snowing and winter began.
At first it was a small winter. And a little snow - on the grass and bushes. And then winter got stronger and gained strength. It was frosty.

One morning the tiger cub woke up from the cold. He looks - his friends are not visible. There is no one.
-Where are they?
“Yes, they all went to bed,” the nutcracker bird chirped. – Don’t you know that bears and chipmunks go to bed for the winter?
The tiger cub did not know this and was very surprised. How is this so? They are all sleeping, but he is not sleeping. Strange.
And if you don't sleep, what should you do? Play.
The tiger cub began to play with the snow. He throws snow with his paw, and then catches snowflakes. I played and played and got tired of it.
And then the snowstorm began. It became very cold. The tiger cub was so cold that he even trembled.
-Are you cold, or what? - he suddenly heard.
And this uncle chipmunk jumped out of his hole, which he dug under the roots of the trees.

“Climb in with me,” he says, “you’ll warm up.” I'm warm.
So the tiger cub climbed up to the chipmunk, he climbed and climbed, but couldn’t get in. The mink is small, and the tiger cub is big.
And while the tiger cub was climbing, the chipmunk yawned and yawned - and fell asleep until spring.
The tiger cub walked through the taiga. Suddenly he hears someone snoring. I looked and it was an old cedar snoring.
“Did he really fall asleep too?” - thought the tiger cub.
- What are you talking about! - the nutcracker shouted. – Cedars never sleep. Birch and aspen trees fall asleep in winter, but cedars never do.
– Who is it that sleeps so loudly there? - said the tiger cub and climbed to the top of the cedar.
And there, not far from the top, there was a huge hollow. And in the hollow a mother bear was sleeping with her cubs.

Brown bears sleep on the ground, in a den, but Ussuri white-breasted bears live in trees, grow in trees, make dens in trees.
The tiger cub looked into this den, and the bear opened one eye and said:
- Are you cold, baby, or what? Come join us, it's warm here.

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The Tale of a Tiger Cub on a Sunflower

In our distant Ussuri taiga there lived a tiger cub.

He was Ussuri from his nose to the tip of his tail, and even the stripes on his back were Ussuri.

He was friends with white-breasted bear cubs and with Uncle Chipmunk, who also had stripes on his back.

Only the chipmunk had stripes along, and the tiger cub had stripes across. And whoever doesn’t understand, let him look at the picture to see where the stripes go.

But this tale is not about the stripes, but about the tiger cub himself.

All summer the tiger cub played with his friends. How did they play? Very simple.

We all climbed together onto the oldest and largest cedar tree and found the largest cedar cone there.

They called this game “bumping”.

Well, you probably know that there are such games: drawing, inattention, crunching nuts. This game was very similar to nut-throwing and gnawing.

They played and played, and suddenly it became cold.

It started snowing and winter began.

At first it was a small winter. And a little bit of snow on the grass and bushes. And then winter got stronger and gained strength. It was frosty.

One morning the tiger cub woke up from the cold. He looks - his friends are not visible. There is no one.

Where are they?

“Yes, they all went to bed,” the nutcracker bird chirped. “Don’t you know that bears and chipmunks go to bed for the winter?”

The tiger cub did not know this and was very surprised. How is this so? They are all sleeping, but he is not sleeping. Strange.

And if you don't sleep, what should you do? Play.

The tiger cub began to play with the snow. He throws snow with his paw, and then catches snowflakes. I played and played and got tired of it.

And then the snowstorm began. It became very cold. The tiger cub was so cold that he even trembled.

Are you cold, or what? - he suddenly heard.

And this uncle chipmunk jumped out of his hole, which he dug under the roots of the trees.

“Climb in with me,” he says, “you’ll warm up.” I'm warm.

So the tiger cub climbed up to the chipmunk. He climbs and climbs, but cannot get in. The mink is small, and the tiger cub is big.

And while the tiger cub was climbing, the chipmunk yawned and yawned - and fell asleep until spring.

The tiger cub has gone to the taiga. Suddenly he hears someone snoring. I looked and it was an old cedar snoring.

“Did he really fall asleep too?” - thought the tiger cub.

What are you talking about? - the cedar tree shouted. “Cedars never sleep.” Birch and aspen trees fall asleep in winter, but cedars never do.

“Who’s that sleeping there so loudly?” the tiger cub climbed down and climbed to the top of the cedar.

And there, not far from the top, there was a huge hollow. And in the hollow a mother bear was sleeping with her cubs.

Brown bears sleep on the ground, in a den, but Ussuri white-breasted bears live in trees, grow in trees, make dens in trees.

The tiger cub looked into this den, and the bear opened one eye and said:

Are you cold, baby, or what? Come join us, it's warm here.

The seed moved slightly. I breathed again - the seed cracked, and a green sprout appeared from it.

The tiger cub surrounded him with its soft paws, put his head on his paws, and fell asleep to the howl of the blizzard.

And while the tiger cub was sleeping, the seed warmed up and began to grow* grow, grow, grow, and even gradually blossom.

And then a real miracle happened: right in the middle of the taiga and in the middle of winter, a sunflower blossomed.

He grew high, high, rose above all the trees, right under the sun, and already there, under the sun, the sunflower opened.

And there, above, right on the sunflower, a tiger cub was sleeping.

And, of course, he was warm, because all the storms and blizzards were raging below.

Tiger cub on a sunflower! - the nutcracker shouted. - Tiger cub on a sunflower!

Spring is coming soon. Chipmunk and bear woke up

zhata. We climbed onto a sunflower, and there the tiger cub was sleeping. They woke him up.

How did I get here? - the tiger cub was surprised.

“You warmed the seed,” said the wise Uncle Chipmunk, “and now it warms you.”

Autumn has come. One evening, friends gathered at a sunflower, eating berries and gnawing nuts.

That's good! - said the wise uncle chipmunk. - And you can see everything around far away.

If only we could all live on sunflowers!

Nonsense! Nonsense! Nonsense! - the nutcracker shouted. “There are not enough sunflowers for all!”

And then a cold wind blew. The sunflower swayed. The chipmunk and the cubs ran home. There is only one tiger cub left.

So what do you think? Our tiger cub warmed all the seeds.

And in winter, in the middle of the taiga, a whole bouquet of sunflowers grew. Huge flowers opened, and on every sunflower someone was basking in the sun.

There is a bear cub.

There's a little fox there.

There is a wolf cub.

And on the tallest sunflower the tiger cub was fast asleep.