Once upon a time there were Grandfather and Baba. scene

"Marshak's Tale" - Under the back - a feather bed. On the feather bed - a sheet. Under the ears - pillows. Who called, he knew, But you do not know. All "meow" yes "meow"! What a stupid kitty! The girl began to put the kitten to sleep. - Here's a soft feather bed for you. She brought a piece of bacon, Says the kitten: - Not enough! Comes back - what is it? Tail on the pillow, on the sheet - ears. Is that how they sleep?

"Educational game for kids" - Find the missing piece. Amazing! Think carefully, what figure is missing? Hooray! YOU'RE DOING FINE! Right! You did great!!! What little man should be put instead of the question mark? FIND THE FIGURE (we develop logic). What kind of person is missing here? Good girl! Select the arrow to be placed on the free space.

"A game for a child of 1 year" - There is ice cream. Ride a scooter. Baby bunny. Roll down a high mountain. Ride a horse. Secret with a friend. Girls. Watch TV. To fire a gun. Draw with pencils. What do the guys like to play when they go out for a walk together? Shoot from a slingshot. Boys and girls.

"The Tale of Masha and the Bears" - The bears came to the bedroom. She ran home to her grandparents. Masha did not notice how she got lost, she sees the path and went along the path. And then the bears turned back home. There were three beds in the bedroom. Once upon a time there was a grandfather, and a grandmother, and they had a granddaughter Masha. Masha went to the forest to collect mushrooms and berries. Three bears lived in this house.

"A game for the development of a child" - Snow White and 7 dwarfs. Cat house. Golden Key. Three piglets. Hare. Thumbelina. The Bremen Town Musicians. What part is missing from the picture? Winnie the Pooh. Game: I-myself! Tom and Jerry. Aibolit. Aladdin. Ivan is a fool. Squirrel. Gold fish. Prostokvashino. Mowgli.

"Russian folk tale Teremok" - A wolf came to the little house. The fox came to the little house. Teremok. Tale Teremok. Mishka climbed onto the roof of the little house. And crushed the teremochek. Mishka came to the little house. A mouse-louse ran to the little house and began to live in it. A frog jumped up. A bunny jumped up to the little house. There is a teremok in the field, it is neither low nor high.

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There lived a grandfather and a grandmother. They had a granddaughter Masha.

Once the girlfriends gathered in the forest - for mushrooms and for berries. They came to call Mashenka with them.

Grandfather, grandmother, - says Masha, - let me go into the forest with my girlfriends!

Grandparents answer:

Go, just keep an eye on your girlfriends - otherwise you will get lost.

The girls came to the forest, began to pick mushrooms and berries. Here Masha - tree by tree, bush by bush - and went far, far from her friends.

She began to haunt, began to call them. And the girlfriends do not hear, do not respond.

Mashenka walked and walked through the forest - she got completely lost.

She came to the very wilderness, to the very thicket. He sees, there is a hut. Masha knocked on the door - no answer. She pushed the door, the door opened.

Mashenka entered the hut, sat down on a bench by the window.

Sit down and think:

“Who lives here? Why can't you see anyone?.." And in that hut lived a huge bear. Only he was not at home then: he walked through the forest. The bear returned in the evening, saw Mashenka, and was delighted.

Yeah, - he says, - now I won't let you go! You will live with me. You will heat the stove, you will cook porridge, feed me porridge.

Masha grieve, grieved, but nothing can be done. She began to live with a bear in a hut.

The bear will go into the forest for the whole day, and Mashenka is punished not to leave the hut anywhere without him.

And if you leave, - he says, - I’ll catch it anyway and then I’ll eat it!

Mashenka began to think how she could escape from the bear. Around the forest, in which direction to go - does not know, there is no one to ask ...

She thought and thought and thought.

Once a bear comes from the forest, and Mashenka says to him:

Bear, bear, let me go to the village for a day: I will bring gifts to my grandmother and grandfather.

No, says the bear, you will get lost in the forest. Give me the gifts, I'll take them myself!

And Mashenka needs it!

She baked pies, took out a big, big box and said to the bear:

Here, look: I'll put the pies in the box, and you take them to your grandfather and grandmother. Yes, remember: do not open the box on the way, do not take out the pies. I'll climb into the oak tree, I'll follow you!

Okay, - the bear answers, - let's box! Mashenka says:

Get out on the porch, see if it's raining! As soon as the bear came out onto the porch, Masha immediately climbed into the box, and put a dish of pies on her head.

The bear returned, he sees - the box is ready. He put him on his back and went to the village.

A bear walks between the fir trees, a bear wanders between birches, descends into ravines, rises to the hillocks. Walked, walked, tired and says:

I sit on a stump

Eat a pie!

And Mashenka from the box:

See see!

Don't sit on a stump

Don't eat the pie!

Take it to grandma

Bring it to grandpa!

Look how big-eyed, - says the bear, - sees everything! He picked up the box and went on. Walked, walked, walked, stopped, sat down and said:

I sit on a stump

Eat a pie!

And Mashenka from the box again:

See see!

Don't sit on a stump

Don't eat the pie!

Take it to grandma

Bring it to grandpa!

Surprised bear:

What a clever one! Sits high, looks far! I got up and walked faster.

I came to the village, found the house where my grandparents lived, and let's knock on the gate with all our might:

Knock-Knock! Unlock, open! I brought you presents from Mashenka.

And the dogs sensed the bear and rushed at him. From all yards they run, bark.

The bear was frightened, put the box at the gate and set off into the forest without looking back.

Then grandfather and grandmother came out to the gate. They see the box is worth it.

What's in the box? - says the grandmother.

And grandfather lifted the lid, looks and does not believe his eyes: Masha is sitting in the box - alive and well.

Grandpa and grandma rejoiced. They began to hug, kiss, and call Mashenka a clever girl.

Recently I heard the following phrase from the rector of our church in Ivanteevka: "Vera remained in the village thanks to grandparents. They preserved it in Soviet times, and in the Kingdom of Heaven they continue to pray for the descendants left on earth ...".

These words of Father Vladimir sunk into my soul. I thought: if anyone is praying for me in the Kingdom of Heaven, it is Grandma Pasha and Grandpa Sasha.

They lived at the "Traktorist" state farm in the Ivanteevsky district in a simple house with two rooms, which were popularly called "back" and "front". In the first room there was a Russian stove and a large table with wooden benches, and in the second - a sofa for guests, a wardrobe, a wrought iron chest and two beds behind a partition. They didn't have anything else. In the first room hung a large portrait of Lenin, and in the second - family photographs and a small icon of the Mother of God. Once, because of this icon, a rare scandal erupted. Someone else's plump uncle with a red face shouted: "A communist has an icon at home! What a shame!" It seemed that the uncle would be torn apart from anger, but the grandfather was silent, bowing his head guiltily. But the grandmother very firmly said: "Here is his corner" - and pointed to the portrait of Lenin. And then she added: "And this one is mine" - and forced the guest out of the hall, closer to the leader of the proletariat. And then she said that her husband had nothing to do with the icon, it was she, in her darkness, praying to God.

I sat on the stove and thought: great grandmother protects grandfather. I knew that my grandfather was also often baptized.

How I loved the measured life of my old people! In winter, my grandfather knitted nets, and my grandmother spun yarn. No matter how you come, they always have tea and pancakes on the table. They were in no hurry to go anywhere, they didn’t complain about anything, and they didn’t teach me anything specifically. It’s just that my grandmother and I sculpted larks, decorated Easter, painted eggs, went to visit.

As a pensioner, grandfather Sasha worked as a watchman on a state farm plantation. Somehow I came to him and picked the first few tomatoes. Grandfather, always kind, changed his face and said: "It's not ours! And you can't take someone else's!"

At the age of seven, I learned that in one of the photographs on the wall - grandmother Christina, our real grandmother, she died. Grandmother Pasha is the second wife of grandfather, she is not our own.

This news was empty for me: for me there was no dearer person than Grandma Pasha. I was told that Grandma Pasha nursed me from the age of seven months, when my mother had an attack of appendicitis. The touching concern of this woman (for someone else's, in fact, a child), apparently, then opened my heart to her.

Today's mind is difficult to understand why Praskovya Ivanovna, a widow with one child, married a man who had five children. And she worked, worked, worked... An illiterate woman, who knows nothing about the intellectual search for the meaning of life, or about the moral code of the builders of communism, simply took responsibility for other people's children, other people's grandchildren and loved them, following the commandment of Christ.

“It was a pity for the kids,” the grandmother, already an adult, explained her choice to me.

All 25 years of marriage, my grandfather called my grandmother "Pashenka" or "mother", she is his - "Kuzmich" or "father". Grandmother loved to visit guests, she could easily get together with relatives in Moscow, with children in Samara and Tolyatti. Grandfather could not stand these trips and stayed at home, often in our family. After a day or two, he fell into melancholy and ate practically nothing. Grandmother was returning - grandfather came to life, rubbing his hands, loudly declaring: "Oh, mother! How I want to eat!"

By the age of eighty, my grandmother began to go blind, she was tormented by high blood pressure, she was weakening. Grandfather, sitting by her bed, cried: "Pashenka, I don't want to die ahead of you, I don't want to bury you!" Apparently, the Lord heard his prayers. In winter, grandfather fell ill with pneumonia, then he became paralyzed. Some force raised the grandmother, and now she was caring for her husband. Pashenka buried her Kuzmich with weeping and lamenting: "But I haven't seen enough of him!"

Now that I myself have become a grandmother, I understand well what a beautiful evening of life my old people had. Their home was warmed by love. How I would like to leave the same warm trace of memories in the memory of my city granddaughter. Who knows, maybe one of the first such memorable moments will be her recent christening.

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goat dereza
Russian folk tale.

There lived a grandfather and a woman and granddaughter Masha. They had no cow, no pig, no cattle - one goat. Goat, black eyes, crooked leg, sharp horns. Grandfather loved this goat very much. Once the grandfather sent the grandmother to graze the goat. She grazed, grazed and drove home. And the grandfather sat down at the gate and asked:

My goat, goat, black eyes, crooked leg, sharp horns, what did you eat, what did you drink?
- I didn’t eat, I didn’t drink, my grandmother didn’t shepherd me. As I ran across the bridge, I grabbed a maple leaf - that's all my food.

The grandfather got angry at the grandmother, shouted and sent his granddaughter to graze the goat. She grazed, grazed and drove home. And the grandfather sits at the gate and asks:
- My goat, goat, black eyes, crooked leg? sharp horns, what did you eat, what did you drink? And the goat replied:
- I didn’t eat, I didn’t drink, my granddaughter didn’t feed me, as she ran across the bridge, grabbed a maple leaf, - that’s all my food.

The grandfather got angry at his granddaughter, shouted, went to graze the goat himself. Pass, pass, fed to the full and drove home. And he himself ran forward, sat at the gate and asked:
- My goat, goat, black eyes, crooked leg, sharp horns, did she eat well, did she drink well?
And the goat says:
- I didn’t drink, I didn’t eat, but as I ran across the bridge I grabbed a maple leaf - that’s all my food!

Here the grandfather got angry at the liar, grabbed the belt, let's beat her on the sides. Barely, the goat escaped and ran into the forest.

She ran into the forest and climbed into the hare's hut, locked the doors, climbed onto the stove. And the hare ate cabbage in the garden. Bunny came home - the door is locked. The bunny knocked and said:
- Who occupies my hut, who does not let me into the house?
And the goat answers him:
- I’m a goat-dereza half a side thrashed, bought for three pennies, I stomp - I stomp my feet, I’ll stab you with horns, I’ll sweep you with my tail.
The bunny got scared and ran away. He hid under a bush and cries, wipes his tears with his paw.
A gray wolf is walking past, teeth snapping.
-What are you crying about, what are you shedding tears about?
- How can I not cry, like a gray one, how can I not grieve: I built myself a hut on the edge of the forest, and a dereza goat climbed into it, it won’t let me go home.
- Do not grieve, hare, do not grieve gray, let's go, I'll kick her out.
The gray wolf approached the hut and how it screamed:
- Go, goat, from the stove, free the hare's hut!
And the goat answers him:
- I'm a dereza goat, half a side is thrashed, bought for three pennies, as soon as I jump out, as soon as I jump out, I'll beat it with my feet, I'll stab it with my horns - shreds will go along the back streets!
The wolf got scared and ran away!
A hare sits under a bush, cries, wipes her tears with her paw. There is a bear, a fat leg. Around the trees, bushes are cracking.
- What, hare, are you crying about, what are you shedding tears about?
- How can I not cry, like a gray one, how can I not grieve: I built a hut on the edge of the forest, and a dereza goat climbed up to me, she won’t let me go home.

The bear went to the hut and let's roar:
- She went, goat, from the stove, free the hare's hut!
Koga answered him:
- As I jump out, but as I jump out, as I score with my feet, I stab with horns - shreds will go along the back streets!
The bear got scared and ran away.
A hare is sitting under a bush, crying more than ever, wiping her tears with her paw. Who will help me a gray bunny? How can I drive out a dereza goat?
There is a cockerel, a red scallop, in red boots, spurs on his feet, a braid on his shoulder.
- What are you, bunny, crying so bitterly that you are gray, pouring tears?
- How can I not cry, how not to grieve, I built a hut, on the edge of the forest, a goat climbed in there, and does not let me go home.
- Don't worry, bunny, I'll kick her out.
- I drove - did not drive out, the wolf drove - did not drive out, the bear drove - did not drive out, where are you, Petya, get out!
Let's go see if we can get out!
Petya came to the hut and how he screamed:
- I'm coming, I'm coming soon, I have spurs on my feet, I carry a sharp scythe, I'll take the goat's head off! Ku-ka-re-ku!
The goat was frightened and how it would pop from the stove! From the stove to the table, from the table to the floor, and through the door, and run into the forest! They only saw her.
And the hare again began to live in his hut, at the edge of the forest. He chews carrots, sends you a bow.

That's the end of the tale, and who listened, well done.

artist A. Savchenko

Recently I heard the following phrase from the rector of our church in Ivanteevka: “Vera remained in the village thanks to her grandfathers and grandmothers. They preserved it in Soviet times, and in the Kingdom of Heaven they continue to pray for the descendants left on earth…”.

These words of Father Vladimir sunk into my soul. I thought: if anyone is praying for me in the Kingdom of Heaven, it is Grandma Pasha and Grandpa Sasha.

They lived at the "Traktorist" state farm in the Ivanteevsky district in a simple house with two rooms, which were popularly called "back" and "front". In the first room there was a Russian stove and a large table with wooden benches, and in the second there was a sofa for guests, a wardrobe, a wrought-iron chest and two beds behind a partition. They didn't have anything else. In the first room hung a large portrait of Lenin, and in the second - family photographs and a small icon of the Mother of God. Once, because of this icon, a rare scandal erupted. Someone else's plump uncle with a red face shouted: "A communist has an icon at home! What a shame!" It seemed that the uncle would be torn apart from anger, but the grandfather was silent, bowing his head guiltily. But the grandmother very firmly said: "Here is his corner" - and pointed to the portrait of Lenin. And then she added: "And this one is mine" - and pushed the guest out of the hall, closer to the leader of the proletariat. And then she said that her husband had nothing to do with the icon, it was she, in her darkness, praying to God.

I sat on the stove and thought: great grandmother protects grandfather. I knew that my grandfather was also often baptized.

“It was a pity for the kids,” my grandmother, already an adult, explained her choice to me.

r.p. Ivanteevka