Relax and fall asleep faster: cozy bedtime stories

A bedtime story is not just entertainment

Going to bed is not the most pleasant moment for a child. How many times have our parents had to listen to “I don’t want to sleep” and “just a minute”?

And we still have so much to hear, now from our children...

This behavior is often caused by emotional stress. A long busy day, serious workload at school - all this has an exciting effect on the child.

Short bedtime stories will come to the aid of parents, which you can listen to every evening, turning getting ready for bed into a pleasant procedure.

A fairy tale will help your child relax before bed and create a magical atmosphere in the bedroom. Reading fairy tales are important moments of close communication between a child and a parent, strengthening his trust and affection. Listening to audio stories together is one of the facets of such communication.

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.

What fairy tales should you listen to before bed?

Wishing good night to their child, mom and dad try to create all the conditions for the baby to have good dreams. Based on this, audio fairy tales for children intended for evening listening must meet the following requirements:

• Calm and simple plot.
• No tense or scary moments.
• High quality dubbing and soft, pleasant voices of the actors.
• Soothing, quiet musical accompaniment.

It's time to sleep

Bye-bye-bye...

One of Alyonushka’s eyes (the writer’s daughter – Ed.) is sleeping, the other is watching; One ear of Alyonushka is sleeping, the other is listening.

Sleep, Alyonushka, sleep, beauty, and dad will tell fairy tales. It seems that everyone is here: the Siberian cat Vaska, the shaggy village dog Postoiko, the gray Little Mouse, the Cricket behind the stove, the motley Starling in a cage, and the bully Rooster.

Sleep, Alyonushka, now the fairy tale begins. The high moon is already looking out the window; over there the sideways hare hobbled on his felt boots; the wolf's eyes glowed with yellow lights; Mishka bear sucks his paw. Old Sparrow flew up to the window itself, knocked his nose on the glass and asked: how soon? Everyone is here, everyone is assembled, and everyone is waiting for Alyonushka’s fairy tale.

One of Alyonushka’s eyes is asleep, the other is watching; One ear of Alyonushka is sleeping, the other is listening. Bye-bye-bye...

I

One of Alyonushka’s eyes falls asleep, Alyonushka’s other ear falls asleep...

- Dad, are you here?

- Here, baby...

- You know what, dad... I want to be a queen...

Alyonushka fell asleep and smiled in her sleep.

Oh, so many flowers! And they all smile too. They surrounded Alyonushka’s crib, whispering and laughing in thin voices. Scarlet flowers, blue flowers, yellow flowers, blue, pink, red, white - as if a rainbow had fallen to the ground and scattered with living sparks, multi-colored lights and cheerful children's eyes.

- Alyonushka wants to be a queen! - the field bells jingled merrily, swaying on thin green legs.

- Oh, how funny she is! - whispered the modest Forget-Me-Nots.

“Gentlemen, this matter needs to be seriously discussed,” the yellow Dandelion cheerfully intervened. - At least I didn’t expect this...

-What does it mean to be a queen? – asked the blue field Cornflower. “I grew up in the fields and I don’t understand your city ways.”

“It’s very simple...” the pink Carnation intervened. – It’s so simple that there’s no need to explain. The queen is... is... You still don’t understand anything? Oh, how strange you are... A queen is when the flower is pink, like me. In other words:

Alyonushka wants to be a carnation. Seems clear?

Everyone laughed merrily. Only the Roses were silent. They considered themselves offended. Who doesn’t know that the queen of all flowers is one Rose, tender, fragrant, wonderful? And suddenly some Carnation calls herself a queen... This is unlike anything. Finally, one Rose got angry, turned completely crimson and said:

- No, sorry, Alyonushka wants to be a rose... yes! Rose is a queen because everyone loves her.

- This is cute! – Dandelion got angry. – Who do you take me for in this case?

“Dandelion, please don’t be angry,” the forest Bells persuaded him.

“It spoils your character, and it’s ugly at that.” So we are silent about the fact that Alyonushka wants to be a forest bell, because this is clear by itself.

II

There were a lot of flowers, and they argued so funny. The wildflowers were so modest - like lilies of the valley, violets, forget-me-nots, bells, cornflowers, wild carnations; and the flowers grown in the greenhouses were a little pompous - roses, tulips, lilies, daffodils, gillyflowers, like rich children dressed up for the holidays. Alyonushka was more fond of modest wildflowers, from which she made bouquets and wove wreaths. How nice they all are!

“Alyonushka loves us very much,” the Violets whispered. – After all, we are the first in the spring. As soon as the snow melts, we are here.

“And so do we,” said the Lilies of the Valley. – We are also spring flowers... We are unpretentious and grow right in the forest.

– Why is it our fault that it’s cold for us to grow right in the field? - the fragrant, curly Levkoi and Hyacinths complained. “We are only guests here, and our homeland is far away, where it is so warm and there is no winter at all.” Oh, how nice it is there, and we constantly miss our sweet homeland... It’s so cold here in the north. Alyonushka loves us too, and even very much...

“It’s good here too,” the wildflowers argued. - Of course, sometimes it is very cold, but it’s great... And then the cold kills our worst enemies, like worms, midges and various bugs. If it weren't for the cold, we would have had a bad time.

“We love the cold too,” Roses added.

Azalea and Camellia were told the same thing. They all loved the cold when they were gaining color.

“Here’s what, gentlemen, we’ll tell you about our homeland,” suggested white Narcissus. – This is very interesting... Alyonushka will listen to us. After all, she loves us too...

Then everyone started talking at once. Roses remembered with tears the blessed valleys of Shiraz, Hyacinths - Palestine, Azaleas - America, Lilies - Egypt... Flowers gathered here from all corners of the world, and everyone could tell so much. Most of the flowers came from the south, where there is so much sun and no winter. How nice it is there!.. Yes, eternal summer! What huge trees grow there, what wonderful birds, how many beautiful butterflies that look like flying flowers - and flowers that look like butterflies...

“We are only guests in the north, we are cold,” all these southern plants whispered. Native wildflowers even took pity on them. Indeed, one must have great patience when the cold north wind blows, the cold rain pours and the snow falls. Let's say the spring snow is melting soon, but it's still snow.

“You have a huge drawback,” Vasilek explained, having heard enough of these stories. “I don’t argue, you are perhaps sometimes more beautiful than all of us, simple wildflowers,” I willingly admit that... Yes... In a word, you are our dear guests, and your main drawback is that you grow only for rich people, and we grow for everyone. We are much kinder. Here I am, for example, you will see me in the hands of every village child. How much joy I bring to all poor children!.. You don’t have to pay money for me, you just have to go out into the field. I grow with wheat, rye, oats...

III

Alyonushka listened to everything the flowers told her about and was surprised. She really wanted to see everything herself, all those amazing countries they were just talking about.

“If I were a swallow, I would fly right now,” she finally said. - Why don’t I have wings? Oh, how good it is to be a bird...

Before she had time to finish speaking, a Ladybug crawled up to her, a real Ladybug, so red, with black spots, with a black head and such thin black antennae and thin black legs.

- Alyonushka, let's fly! - Ladybug whispered, moving her antennae.

- I don’t have wings, Ladybug!

- Sit on me...

- How can I sit down when you’re little?

- But look...

Alyonushka began to look and was more and more surprised. Ladybug spread her stiff upper wings and doubled in size, then spread her thin lower wings, like a cobweb, and became even larger. She grew before Alyonushka's eyes until she became big, big, so big that Alyonushka could freely sit on her back, between her red wings. It was very convenient.

-Are you okay, Alyonushka? - asked Ladybug.

- Very.

- Well, now hold on tight...

At the first moment when they flew, Alyonushka even closed her eyes in fear. It seemed to her that she was not flying, but everything was flying under her - cities, forests, rivers, mountains. Then it began to seem to her that she had become so small, small, as small as the head of a pin, and, moreover, as light as the fluff of a dandelion. And the ladybug flew quickly, quickly, so that the air only whistled between its wings.

“Look what’s down there...” Ladybug told her.

Alyonushka looked down and even clasped her little hands.

- Oh, so many roses... red, yellow, white, pink!..

The ground was as if covered with a living carpet of roses.

“Let’s go down to earth,” she asked Ladybug.

They went down, and Alyonushka became big again, as she was before, and Ladybug became small.

Alyonushka ran for a long time through the pink field and picked a huge bouquet of flowers. How beautiful they are, these roses; and their aroma makes you dizzy. If only this whole pink field could be moved there, to the north, where roses are only dear guests!..

“Well, now let’s fly further,” said Ladybug, spreading her wings. She again became big and big, and Alyonushka became small and small.

IV

They flew again.

It was so good all around! The sky was so blue, and below was even bluer – the sea. They flew over a steep and rocky coast.

- Are we really going to fly across the sea? - asked Alyonushka.

- Yes... just sit still and hold on tight:

At first Alyonushka was even scared, but then nothing. There was nothing left except sky and water. And ships rushed across the sea like large birds with white wings... Small ships looked like flies. Oh, how beautiful, how good!.. And ahead you can already see the seashore - low, yellow and sandy, the mouth of some huge river, some completely white city, as if it was built of sugar. And beyond was a dead desert, where only pyramids stood. Ladybug landed on the river bank. Green papyri and lilies grew here, wonderful tender lilies.

“It’s so good here,” Alyonushka spoke to them. - It’s not winter for you?

-What is winter? - Lily was surprised.

- Winter is when it snows...

-What is snow?

Lily even laughed. They thought the little northern girl was playing a joke on them. It is true that every autumn huge flocks of birds flew here from the north and also talked about winter, but they themselves did not see it, but spoke from hearsay.

Alyonushka also did not believe that there was no winter. So, you don’t need a fur coat or felt boots?

We flew on. But Alyonushka was no longer surprised by the blue sea, or the mountains, or the sun-burnt desert where hyacinths grew.

“I’m hot...” she complained. – You know, Ladybug, it’s not even good when it’s eternal summer.

- Whoever is used to it, Alyonushka.

They flew to high mountains, on the tops of which lay eternal snow. It wasn't so hot here. Impenetrable forests began behind the mountains. It was dark under the canopy of trees because sunlight did not penetrate here through the dense tree tops. Monkeys were jumping on the branches. And how many birds there were - green, red, yellow, blue... But most amazing of all were the flowers that grew right on the tree trunks. There were flowers of a completely fiery color, some were variegated; there were flowers that looked like small birds and large butterflies - the whole forest seemed to be burning with multi-colored living lights.

“These are orchids,” explained Ladybug. It was impossible to walk here - everything was so intertwined. They flew on. Here a huge river overflowed among the green banks. Ladybug landed right on a large white flower growing in the water. Alyonushka has never seen such large flowers.

“This is a sacred flower,” explained Ladybug. - It's called a lotus.

V

Alyonushka saw so much that she finally got tired. She wanted to go home: after all, home was better.

“I love snow,” said Alyonushka. - It’s not good without winter...

Again they flew, and the higher they rose, the colder it became. Soon snowy glades appeared below. Only one coniferous forest was turning green. Alyonushka was extremely happy when she saw the first Christmas tree:

- Christmas tree, Christmas tree! - she shouted.

- Hello, Alyonushka! – the green Christmas tree shouted to her from below.

It was a real Christmas tree, and Alyonushka recognized it immediately. Oh, what a cute Christmas tree!.. Alyonushka bent down to tell her how cute she was, and suddenly flew down. Wow, how scary!.. She turned over several times in the air and fell straight into the soft snow. Out of fear, Alyonushka closed her eyes and did not know whether she was alive or dead.

- How did you get here, baby? – someone asked her.

Alyonushka opened her eyes and saw a gray-haired, hunched old man. She also recognized him immediately. This was the same old man who brings Christmas trees, gold stars, boxes with bombs and the most amazing toys to smart children. Oh, he is so kind, this old man!.. He immediately took her in his arms, covered her with his fur coat and asked again:

- How did you get here, little girl?

– I traveled on a ladybug... Oh, how much I saw, grandfather!..

- So-so…

- And I know you, grandfather! You bring Christmas trees for the kids...

- Well, well... And now I’m also organizing a Christmas tree.

He showed her a long pole that didn’t look like a Christmas tree at all.

- What kind of tree is this, grandfather? It's just a big stick...

- But you’ll see...

The old man carried Alyonushka to a small village, completely covered with snow. Only roofs and chimneys were exposed from the snow. The village children were already waiting for the old man. They jumped and shouted:

- Christmas tree! Christmas tree!..

They came to the first hut. The old man took out an unthreshed sheaf of oats, tied it to the end of a pole, and raised the pole to the roof. Now small birds that don’t fly away for the winter came from all sides: sparrows, blackbirds, buntings, and began to peck at the grain.

- This is our Christmas tree! - they shouted.

Alyonushka suddenly felt very happy. It was the first time she had seen how they set up a Christmas tree for birds in winter. Oh, how fun!.. Oh, what a kind old man! One sparrow, who fussed the most, immediately recognized Alyonushka and shouted:

- But this is Alyonushka! I know her very well... She fed me crumbs more than once. Yes…

And the other sparrows also recognized her and squealed terribly with joy. Another sparrow flew in, which turned out to be a terrible bully. He began to push everyone aside and snatch the best grains. It was the same sparrow that fought with the ruff. Alyonushka recognized him.

- Hello, little sparrow!..

- Oh, is it you, Alyonushka? Hello!..

The bully sparrow hopped on one leg, winked slyly with one eye and said to the kind Christmas old man:

- But she, Alyonushka, wants to be a queen... Yes, I heard her say it myself just now.

- Do you want to be a queen, baby? - asked the old man.

- I really want to, grandpa!

- Great. There is nothing simpler: every queen is a woman, and every woman is a queen... Now go home and tell this to all the other little girls. Ladybug was glad to get out of here as quickly as possible, before some mischievous sparrow ate it. They flew home quickly and quickly... And there all the flowers were waiting for Alyonushka. They argued all the time about what a queen was.

Bye-bye-bye...

One of Alyonushka’s eyes is asleep, the other is watching; One ear of Alyonushka is sleeping, the other is listening. Everyone has now gathered around Alyonushka’s crib: the brave Hare, and Medvedko, and the bully Rooster, and Sparrow, and Voronushka - the black little head, and Ruff Ershovich, and little, little Kozyavochka. Everything is here, everything is at Alyonushka’s.

“Dad, I love everyone...” Alyonushka whispers. - I love black cockroaches too, dad...

Another eye closed, another ear fell asleep... And near Alyonushka’s crib the spring grass grows cheerfully green, flowers smile - many flowers: blue, pink, yellow, blue, red. A green birch tree bent over the crib and whispered something so tenderly. And the sun is shining, and the sand is turning yellow, and the blue sea wave is calling Alyonushka...

- Sleep, Alyonushka! Get strong... Bye-bye-bye...

What we are pleased to offer you

Our website contains audio recordings intended for children and school-age children. Here you will find audio fairy tales that you can listen to before bed. They will be the perfect end to a long day.

The following categories of audio tales are offered to the attention of young listeners:

• works of domestic writers;
• fairy tales by foreign authors;
• records of oral folk art.

The choice of fairy tale largely depends on the age of the child. Good short tales by Vladimir Suteev with skillfully executed illustrations, as well as works by Gennady Tsyferov, Dmitry Mamin-Sibiryak, and Korney Chukovsky are good for the little ones.

For senior preschool age, audio fairy tales for children based on the works of Mikhail Plyatskovsky, Hans Christian Andersen, Sergei Kozlov, as well as folk tales are perfect.

Children over 6 years old will be interested in the fairy tales of Gianni Rodari, Astrid Lindgren, and the masterpieces of Alexander Pushkin.

Fairy tales for the little ones. Fairy tales for kids with pictures

In this section you will find fairy tales for the youngest children. Favorite fairy tales for kids with pictures

• Fox and Mouse. Vitaly Bianki
• Christmas tree. Fairy tales and pictures by Vladimir Grigorievich Suteev
• Fishing cat. Fairy tales and pictures by Vladimir Grigorievich Suteev
• A bag of apples. Fairy tales and pictures by Vladimir Grigorievich Suteev
• Lifesaver. Fairy tales and pictures by Vladimir Grigorievich Suteev
• What kind of bird is this? Fairy tales and pictures by Vladimir Grigorievich Suteev
• Who said "meow"? Fairy tales and pictures by Vladimir Grigorievich Suteev
• Under the mushroom. Fairy tales and pictures by Vladimir Grigorievich Suteev
• Rooster and Paints. Fairy tales and pictures by Vladimir Grigorievich Suteev
• Capricious cat. Fairy tales and pictures by Vladimir Grigorievich Suteev
• Mouse and Pencil. Fairy tales and pictures by Vladimir Grigorievich Suteev
• Different wheels. Fairy tales and pictures by Vladimir Grigorievich Suteev
• Apple. Fairy tales and pictures by Vladimir Grigorievich Suteev
• Ship. Fairy tales and pictures by Vladimir Grigorievich Suteev
• Three kittens. Fairy tales and pictures by Vladimir Grigorievich Suteev
• Chicken and Duckling. Fairy tales and pictures by Vladimir Grigorievich Suteev
• Tails
• Cockerel - golden comb and miracle chalk
• Straw goby
• Spikelet
• Mitten
• Chick. Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky
• Mustachioed - Striped. Marshak Samuil Yakovlevich
• Where did the sparrow have lunch? Marshak Samuil Yakovlevich
• A tale about a stupid mouse. Marshak Samuil Yakovlevich
• A tale about a smart mouse. Marshak Samuil Yakovlevich
• Who will find the ring? Marshak Samuil Yakovlevich
• Teremok (illustrations by Trzhemetsky)
• Teremok (illustrations by Charushin)
• Snow Maiden and the Fox (Girl and the Fox)
• Fear has big eyes
• Hare and Hedgehog. Fairy tale of the Brothers Grimm
• Winged, furry and oily
• Cat - gray forehead, goat and ram
• Cat and fox
• Hare - boasting
• Snow Maiden
• Cockerel and bean seed
• bean seed
• Princess on the Pea. Hans H. Andersen
• Kolobok (illustrations by Rachev)
• Goby – black flank, white hooves
• Zhikharka
• Rabbit tears
• Polkan and the bear
• Brave Ram
• Cockerel - golden comb
• Fox and Crane
• Ryaba hen
• turnip
• The Wolf and the Little Goats (The Wolf and the Seven Little Goats)
• Friendship of animals (Zimovye)
• The Three Little Pigs (The Tale of the Three Little Pigs)
• Little Red Riding Hood (illustrations by Dekhtyarev). Tale of Charles Perrault
• Fox with a rolling pin. Russian folktale
• Three Bears
• A pot of porridge. Fairy tale of the Brothers Grimm
• Winter hut of animals
• Masha and the Bear
• Sister Alyonushka and brother Ivanushka (illustrations by Shevareva)
• Tom Thumb
• Swan geese
• Kolobok
• Teremok (illustrations by Rachev)

Fairy tales before bedtime card index (junior, middle group)

Andrey Prokofiev "Hedgehog's Tale"

Once a Hedgehog was walking through the forest. The day turned out to be sunny and warm. The Hedgehog walks around, sends greetings to the squirrels, and greets the hares.

Once a Hedgehog was walking through the forest. Closer to lunch, the Hedgehog got ready to go home. I just decided to rest a little in a strawberry meadow. He lay down in the shade and dozed off.

Here, unfortunately, the Wolf ran by. I saw someone lying in the grass, clicked his teeth and went to the Hedgehog. And he had already curled up into a ball and heard the wolf.

The Wolf got angry, kicked the hedgehog with his paw, and growled: “I thought it was the mole that came out to me for lunch, but you are the forest thorn.” Look, if you get caught again, I'll eat you with your giblets.

He growled and ran on. As soon as the wolf left, the Hedgehog turned around and looked - the sun was hiding in the clouds, it was about to start raining.

“I won’t make it home in time,” the Hedgehog decided, “I’ll have to wait out the rain under the tree.”

So I did.

There was a rumble overhead, lightning streaked across the sky, and the rain poured down like a wall. A Hedgehog sits under a Christmas tree, shuddering from the thunder. Suddenly he hears someone crying. It's pitiful, pitiful.

“Maybe someone is in trouble,” thought the Hedgehog. “We should help.”

Not far away, under an old stump, the Hedgehog saw a hole. From there the plaintive crying was heard.

The hedgehog looked into the hole, and there were small wolf cubs. They are huddled together, trembling with fear. Even though they were wolves, they were afraid of thunderstorms.

Hedgehog felt sorry for the wolf cubs, but he was also afraid to climb into the hole in case the Wolf came. What to do?

The Hedgehog looked around, there was no one around, and he climbed into the hole. And it’s warm and dry inside, only the wolf cubs are shaking, like it’s frosty outside.

“Don’t be afraid, you fools,” says the Hedgehog, “soon the storm will end and your dad will come.” By the way, I saw him recently.

- Is it true? - the wolf cubs didn’t believe it.

“It’s true, he ran to the beaver on the lake to get some fish,” the Hedgehog came up with, “Let me tell you a fairy tale.”

“Come on,” the wolf cubs were delighted, “what fairy tale?”

- Which one? - Hedgehog was surprised, - of course it’s magical!

The wolf cubs lay down more comfortably and became quiet. The Hedgehog began to tell them a fairy tale; about the magical forest, the Braggart bunny and the Drill Bear.

The cubs warmed up and quietly fell asleep.

The rain soon stopped, and the Hedgehog decided that it was time for him to go home.

He slowly crawled out of the hole and...

The menacing Wolf stood right in front of him. The hedgehog wanted to curl up into a ball, but the Wolf immediately pressed him to the stump with his paw.

“I wonder,” the Wolf licked his lips, “What were you doing in my house?” Are you here for dinner?

The hedgehog was so scared that he couldn’t answer anything.

“I was telling a f-tale,” the Hedgehog whispered barely audibly.

“Now you will tell a fairy tale to my empty belly,” the Wolf laughed, opening his mouth. “I told you, I’ll eat it with giblets.”

“Dad, daddy has come,” a thin voice rang out, and the sleepy wolf cubs rolled out of the hole.

“Dad, we were scared of the thunderstorm, but Uncle Hedgehog calmed us down,” the wolf cubs surrounded their father, “He told us such an interesting tale!”

“And we fell asleep,” the smallest wolf cub yawned and snuggled up to his father’s paw.

The wolf let go of the Hedgehog, stroked the cubs, and said in a hoarse voice:

- Well, sorry Hedgehog, I got excited and joked. And thanks for the wolf cubs and the fairy tale. Thank you very much.

“Thank you, Uncle Hedgehog,” the wolf cubs squeaked.

“You’re welcome,” the Hedgehog smiled and disappeared into the thicket.

Andrey Prokofiev "Hare's Foot"

One morning, a magpie on its tail brought news for the Hare - “Like, your friend the Hedgehog brought you a huge carrot and is looking forward to visiting you.”

The bunny dropped everything and quickly went to the Hedgehog. “That’s great, carrots, and a huge one at that, and I just didn’t have breakfast,” the hare licked his lips as he ran.

And suddenly, jumping over a ravine, he stepped on a sharp root. Yes, it was so unfortunate that a wound immediately formed.

Bunny was upset, his paw hurt, and there was still a long way to go to get to Hedgehog. What if the Hedgehog doesn’t wait for him and eats the carrot himself?

Bunny sits crying, stroking his paw. A crow happened to fly past here. She became curious why the hare was crying.

- Hey, oblique, why are you sitting here, shedding tears? - asked the crow.

“Well, I was in a hurry to see the Hedgehog,” says Bunny. “But I hurt my paw on a root, it hurts to walk, ahhh...

And tears flowed more than ever.

“Don’t cry,” the crow grew kinder, “do as I do.” When I hurt my wing on a branch, I fly higher into the tree, expose the wound to the wind and the sun, and everything goes away.

With that, the Crow flew away, and the Bunny looked at the trees - they were so huge, it was impossible to climb.

“No,” thought Bunny, “I’m not a squirrel jumping on branches, it’s too high.”

Bunny walks slowly along the path, limps, and drops tears on the ground. Then the green mound in front of him began to move, swelled up like a bubble and burst. A mole crawled out of there, and a hare's tear fell right on his nose.

- Who is here? – the mole snorted.

“It’s me, Uncle Mole, Hare,” sobbed the Bunny.

“Why are you crying,” the mole was surprised, “Who offended you?”

“No,” answers the Bunny, “I hurt my paw, it hurts a lot, but I need to get to the Hedgehog.”

“Don’t cry,” the mole waved his paw, “your wound is fixable.” I heard that in one village there lives a smart dog, they say he cured many animals.

The mole thought, “I just don’t remember which village.” Just ask the Hedgehog, he knows.

Bunny thanked the mole and hurried on. Soon the river appeared, and then cross a bridge, two clearings and there it is, Hedgehog’s house on a hill.

Beaver was completing a dam in the river. He saw a hare and screamed; - Hello buddy! Why is he so sad?

“Yes, I hurt my paw,” responded Bunny, and he himself was choking on his tears, his paw hurt and he had no strength.

The beaver swam to the shore, looked at the paw and said:

- Don’t worry, just do as I do, stick your paw in the water and everything will go away, all my sores go away in the water.

“Thank you,” Bunny thanked the Beaver, and he himself thought;

“Let me try, maybe it will really help”

The hare put his paw in the water and sat and waited. After a while, it really became easier, the pain subsided. But the sun is about to hide behind the treetops, and the Hedgehog is still a long way to go.

“We have to hurry,” Bunny sighed and walked on.

The sun had already set, the coolness had fallen, the Hedgehog was just about to dine on a delicious mushroom, when there was a knock on the door.

- Who's there? - asked the hedgehog.

“It’s me, Bunny,” a familiar voice sobbed.

The hedgehog took his friend into the house, poured him some hot tea, listened to his story and said:

- Yes....., Mole said it right, we need to see a doctor. I’ve heard about this dog, I even know what village she lives in, it’s very close here, let’s go right now.

They came to a neighboring village, where a doctor dog lived in a booth on the outskirts. She looked at the hare's foot and said:

- This is not a dangerous wound, don’t cry, I’ll be right there.

And she ran away somewhere into the bushes. A minute later she brought some piece of paper and explained to Bunny:

- This is a plantain leaf, some kind of grass. Rinse the wound with water and apply the leaf. It will stop the bleeding and relieve the pain. In the morning you will be as good as new.

“Thank you,” said Bunny, “I’ve been living in the forest for so many years, but I had no idea that plantain is a medicinal herb.”

Already in the evening, in his crib, wrapped in a warm blanket, the half-asleep Bunny asked the Hedgehog,

- Hedgehog and Hedgehog. How does a dog know about forest herbs and know how to treat...

“They say she used to live in the city with a doctor, and she probably learned it there,” muttered the Hedgehog, falling asleep.

But Bunny didn’t hear this anymore - he was sleeping. He had all sorts of beautiful dreams that you will probably have too, baby.

"The Tale of the Rhino who Couldn't Sleep"

Once upon a time there lived a Rhinoceros, he was gray and thick-skinned, with a large horn on his nose. So cute, Rhino. One day the Rhinoceros began to prepare for bed. He drank a glass of milk and cookies, washed his face, brushed his teeth, put on his pajamas and went to bed.

Everything is as usual. Only that evening Rhino could not fall asleep. He tossed and turned in bed, but sleep did not come. First he decided to think about something pleasant. He always did this when he couldn't sleep. The rhinoceros remembered the colorful butterflies fluttering in the sky, then thought about the juicy fresh grass. Delicious... But sleep never came.

Then Rhinoceros began to count pink elephants, as they always do to fall asleep. “One elephant, two elephants, three elephants... one hundred and twenty elephants.” No, and it didn't help.

And that’s when a wonderful idea came to Rhino! He thought that he couldn't sleep because he forgot to do something before going to bed. Probably something very important. What exactly? He thought carefully and remembered! It turned out that Rhino forgot to put away his toys. That's what it was all about! He even felt ashamed.

The rhinoceros got out of bed and removed all the toys that were scattered on the floor. Then he lay back in bed, closed his eyes and immediately fell asleep.

Good night, Rhino!

"Worms and the Hedgehog"

The worms went for a walk in the forest. They walk past fir trees, past pine trees, past birch trees. Suddenly they see a hedgehog sitting on a stump and feeling sad. - Hello, Hedgehog. Why are you so sad? — My mother asked me to pick mushrooms. “And I collected half the basket, saw an owl, and running away from it, I tripped and scattered almost all the mushrooms,” said the Hedgehog and sighed. - Well, let us help you! - said the worms. - Oh, thank you very much!

And they went to collect mushrooms. The hedgehog even wrote poetry out of joy:

One mushroom, two mushrooms, Here's an owl flying, my friend, Let's run after the stump.

They picked a full basket of mushrooms and the hedgehog said: “Come to us for dinner.” My mother makes very tasty mushrooms. The worms in caps happily agreed and went to visit the hedgehog. After having a delicious dinner and thanking the hedgehog mother, they went home. At home they went to bed in their cozy beds.

Natalya Yashchenko “How the tiger cub Striped was looking for treasure”

The tiger cub Striped woke up in the morning and decided to look for the treasure. He went to his friend Frog. - Little Frog, let's go look for the treasure! - said Stripe. - What is a treasure? - asked the Frog. - Well, this is what everyone is probably looking for. In fact, Stripe did not know what the treasure was, but he read a lot about it in books. “Let’s take the Hedgehog too, the three of us are more fun,” suggested the Little Frog and they went to the Hedgehog. - Ooooh! Treasure. “I heard that there is a treasure under a large tree in a green clearing,” said the hedgehog. And the friends went to the big tree. They walked around him once, then again. But the treasure was nowhere to be found. A squirrel was sitting on the top of a tree. - What are you doing here? she asked. - We're looking for treasure. “Ha-ha,” the squirrel laughed, “They bury the treasure in the ground.” — Are they buried in the ground? - the friends were surprised. And they started digging for treasure. Having dug a hole under a large tree, they stumbled upon something: it was a large book of fairy tales. The friends opened the book and began to read. The fairy tales were so interesting and kind that Stripe, Little Frog and Hedgehog read the fairy tales with pleasure until the evening. Even Squirrel came down to listen. And when it began to get dark, the friends got ready to go home. - What should we do with the treasure? Who buried him? A crow was sitting on a nearby tree. -Carr. The badger buried it when it grew up. He said that when he has little badger children, he will dig up a book with fairy tales and read it to them. “Yes, I forgot about her,” said the crow. And the friends went to Uncle Badger. When he saw the book with fairy tales, he was very happy. - Thank you! I completely forgot about my treasure! I think my little badgers will really like these tales. And you come to visit us and read fairy tales! And now it’s late and it’s time for you to sleep! Stripe, Little Frog and Hedgehog said goodbye to the badger and went home. At home they had dinner, brushed their teeth and went to bed. And they dreamed of good fairy tales.

"Puppy Woof Woof"

A little puppy sat in a clearing and barked loudly: “Woof-woof!” Stripe heard him. - Why are you barking so loudly? - Striped asked the puppy. - I'm lost. - Oh, how did you get lost? “I ran after a sunbeam and didn’t notice how I ran far from home,” said the puppy. - Then we need to help you return home! - But how can I do this? - I don’t know... let’s go see the hedgehog, he’s smart! And they went to the hedgehog. The hedgehog listened to the puppy and said: “Dogs have a very good sense of smell.” Didn't your mom tell you? “She said something, but I didn’t listen to her,” said the puppy and began to cry. - Try to smell the air, do you smell any familiar smells? - suggested the hedgehog. The puppy sniffed. — Somewhere it smells like sausage. My dad loves this sausage. And the Puppy ran towards the smell of sausage and soon ran to his house. - Hooray! I'm home! Thank you, hedgehog and Stripe. The puppy was very tired, so he lay down in his bed, on his pillow, covered himself with a blanket, closed his eyes and fell asleep. And of course I ended up in Zasypnydia and saw a kind and cheerful dream.

"How to Cross a Stream"

Spring came. The snow melted and clear spring streams began to flow. Worms in caps came out of the house, and right in front of the entrance to the house... a stream. How can they get across the stream and into the garden? They began to think. An ant walks by. - Good morning, worms. Why are you depressed? - asked the ant. “We don’t know how to get across the stream,” answered the worms. “Well, it’s simple,” said the ant. He took a blade of grass, threw it across the stream and crawled along the blade of grass to the other side. “Eh, but a blade of grass can’t support us,” said the worms and began to think further. Then a light spring breeze brought a leaf from the tree. The leaf fell into the stream and floated like a small boat. The worms took the twigs. They caught a leaf with twigs and climbed onto it. And on a leaf they crossed the stream. An ant met them there.

“I’m so glad that you crossed the stream yourself.” “I was already thinking about calling for help,” he said. And they went to the garden together. After all, the worms and the ant were very hardworking. And when you work well, you dream good and kind dreams.

Relax and fall asleep faster: cozy bedtime stories

We were warned the day before that it would snow all night and all the next day. They said that it would sweep the entrances and alleys, fields and intersections and that it was better to stay safe at home. We agreed. The whole area and the whole town. Everyone supported this decision. Today we were hit by a snow storm.

I lay in bed in the deep silence of the early morning, thinking about the snow that covered the ground like a thick blanket, lay on the bare branches of the trees, on the roof above my head and on everything you could imagine.

I still didn’t move after waking up, I just felt how my hands were relaxed and warm under the blanket, and I thought about how good it is that today is a snowy day, and how wonderful it is to know this from last night. I slept soundly and woke up without remembering my dreams, feeling that today everything would start from scratch. She put her feet into the slippers that stood by the bed, pulled on a long thick sweater and walked to the window. She slowly pulled back the curtain and enjoyed the small spark of anticipation in her stomach as she looked at the snow-covered ground.

There used to be a lot of snow too. I have seen this a thousand times, experiencing the same moment since childhood, like standing in my pajamas in the morning after a heavy snowfall, pressing my nose to the cold window glass, but to this day it evokes admiration in me.

The morning light was weak and cast long shadows across the snowdrifts, catching the still falling flakes in their gentle flight and showing the crisp, untouched surface of the snow that covered the ground outside my old farmhouse. I stayed there for a moment, just watching the snow fall, shielding myself from the cold outside the window with my hands. Enjoyed the gift from Mother Nature.

As a child, snow days were associated with excitement and running around with cups of chocolate to the warm kitchen and back. For adults, such days bring relief. You are forced to relax, no one expects anything from you.

In a busy world that sometimes moves too fast, this respite is great medicine. The day before, I stocked up on everything I needed: a pound of fresh coffee beans, a long loaf of bread for sandwiches and toast, a bag of muffins and muffins, a bag of winter oranges and grapefruit.

There was a jug of fresh juice in the refrigerator and a huge pile of green vegetables, and in the pantry there were neat rows of home-canned tomatoes and pickles, cans of beans, bags of rice, bags of crackers and pasta. I looked out the kitchen window and told the snow, “Keep falling, I’ll have enough for weeks.”

I started making coffee, dug into the cupcakes, broke off a corner of one and ate it. “If you’re going to do this,” I thought, “then you need to do it right,” and I pulled out a waffle iron from the cupboard. After all, it was part of enjoying a snow day.

Finally, there is time to do something you usually don't, and there's no reason to avoid it. I poured a cup of coffee, pulled out the ingredients I needed from the shelves, and began stirring and whisking them while heating up the waffle iron. I sat down at the kitchen table with my favorite plate, napkin and fork. I had a flashback to what my aunt used to do when we were little. In her closet there was a special plate, painted gold according to an ancient pattern and did not match anything. And, if you did well on an exam, or had a birthday, or a bad day and you just needed to feel special and cared for, Auntie would put her in your place.

When you sat down, you stood a little taller and felt her warm hand on your shoulder. And dinner turned into a pleasure.

This memory warmed me as I poured the batter into the hot waffle iron. It hissed, filled the kitchen with aroma, and I smiled. With pancakes and waffles, the rule of three always applies. Undercook the first one, burn the second one, and the third one will be perfect.

Once my plate was full, I sat with a fresh cup of coffee and a warmed pitcher of maple syrup, enjoying my breakfast, watching the snow fall. I peeled the orange and ate the slices slowly between mouthfuls, setting the peel aside, thinking that I would add it to the boiling pot later with cinnamon sticks, vanilla and a couple of cloves. Let it simmer all day to fill the house with a sweet aroma and soften the dry air with steam. I rinsed the plate, tidied up the kitchen and began walking from window to window, looking out at the street.

In the evening I brought firewood and put it in the fireplace: now it was ready to give warmth. She lit a long match and held it to the paper and kindling, watching it burn. She added some crumpled newspapers to the fire and squatted by the fire for a couple of minutes until her face and fingers warmed up.

The wind was blowing now, and I watched as little swirling spirals of snow appeared and disappeared into the air. Maybe later I'll get ready and go for a long walk through the fields and forests, and then reward myself with a cup of something hot; but now I was not going to leave my cozy little place. I imagined laying out a puzzle on the table and thinking about it while a movie played in the background, or reading for hours, or lying in a hot bath until the skin on my fingers wrinkled.

But first, full after breakfast and warmed up by the fireplace, I stretched out on the sofa, covered my legs with a warm blanket and felt that the best thing would be to close my eyes, listen to the crackling of the logs and fall into a long winter sleep.

Sweet dreams.