If Mommy’s Far Away
The boy missed his mother very much. He didn’t even want to wash and eat before he went for a walk. But outside, the warm sun hugged him tenderly, and the bad mood disappeared.
– Thank you, sunshine, for warming me up,” said the boy.
– You’re welcome, boy,” the sun answered. – It was your mother who asked, ‘Sunshine, warm my little boy. Give him my love.”
The boy began to play merrily, but then clouds appeared in the sky and it rained. The boy ran home, and the rain gurgled softly:
– Don’t run away, boy. I want to wash you. Your mother asked me, “Rainy, please wash my son. Tell him I care.”
When the rain stopped, the boy said:
– Thank you, Rainy, for your concern. I have to go home, I am very hungry.
– Boy, bend over and part the grass,” came the earth’s resounding voice. – Your mother asked me, “Earth, feed my boy. In case he’s hungry.”
The boy pulled the grass apart and saw red berries. He ate the berries and thanked me:
– Thank you, earth, for treating me.
– You’re welcome, dear boy. Remember, your mother thinks of you every minute, even if she is far away and very busy,” replied the earth.
A mother’s love
Mother was looking for the little fox, and when she came back to the den, he wasn’t there. The fox cried. She cried and cried, but tears can not help the grief. So she went to wander through the woods, looking for the little fox. She asked each animal she met the same question:
– Tell me, brother, have you met my son, the little fox?
The wolf answered her:
– No, sister fox, I have not.
The boar answered:
– No, sister fox, I have not met your son.
The fox asked the deer, the wild dog, the armadillo, the jaguar and many other animals.
Finally she saw a coyote. She asked him, too:
– Brother coyote, haven’t you met my son, the little fox, by any chance?
Coyote pricked up his ears and said:
– What’s he like, your son?
– Oh, my son is so clean, his nose is sharp, his eyes are round, his fur is silky, and his tail is fluffy…
– No, I have not seen such, – interrupted the fox coyote. – And now I’ve come across such a miserable one: his eyes are pusty, his ears are hanging down, his face is dirty, and his tail is shabby. He’s all itchy and skinny and skinny, can hardly stand on his feet…
– Oh-oh! – the fox screamed. – That’s my son!
– What do you mean, your son? But you said your son was handsome!
– Ah, brother coyote! – exclaimed the fox, sobbing. – Don’t you know that to a mother her son is the prettiest of all!
The Tale of the Bunny, who took offense at his mother
In a comfortable house on a forest edge lived the Hare. One day he wanted to play with his friends in a sunny glade.
– Mom, can I go for a walk with my friends?
– Of course you may,” said his mother, “but don’t be late for dinner. When the cuckoo cuckooed three times, come home, or I’ll be worried.
– I’ll be sure to come on time,” said the Bunny, and ran off for a walk.
The sun was shining brightly in the forest clearing, and the little animals were merrily playing hide-and-seek, sleigh games and fetch. Cuckoo crowed and three times, and four and five times. But the Bunny was so carried away with the game that he did not hear her. And only when evening came and the little animals began to go home, Bunny also ran home to his mother, happily.
But his mother was very angry at him for being late. She scolded Bunny and as punishment, forbade him to leave the house. Bunny was offended at his mother: he did not want to upset her, he just played with friends and completely forgot about the time, and he was so unfairly punished. “My mom does not love me – thought Bunny – If she loved me, then she would not punish.
And the Bunny ran away from home into the woods, found a mink and decided to stay there to live. At night it rained, and it was cold and uncomfortable. The bunny felt very lonely, he wanted to go home to his mother, but he could not forgive her for punishing him.
In the morning Bunny was awakened by the chattering of the forty who were sitting in a nearby tree. “Poor Bunny,” said one magpie to the other, “yesterday her Bunny ran away from home, she spent the whole night looking for him in the woods in the rain, and now she is seriously ill with grief and worry.
Hearing these words, Bunny thought: “If my mother is worried about me, then she probably loves me. She is sick because I ran away, and now she is very sick. I must forgive her and go home, because I also love her. And Bunny rushed home.
As soon as his mother saw him, she immediately recovered, got out of bed and affectionately hugged her bunny.
– I am so glad that you came back, my good man, – said Mommy – I was very bad without you, because I love you so much.
– I love you too, Mommy,” said Bunny.
Since then the Bunny and his mother lived together as friends and did not resent each other. Bunny realized that his mom loves him and will love him forever, no matter what happens.
DISCUSSION QUESTIONS
Why was the bunny offended with his mother? Would you be offended if you were him?
Why did the bunny go back to his mom?
What did the bunny understand from this story?
A fairy tale about my mother
Once there was a boy, he was no different from any other child, but he did not listen to his mother very well. Whatever she said, he always gets in her way. This is not his way, this is his way. He seemed to love her, but he treated her very badly. The other boys never let themselves be rude to their moms, they loved and respected them very much.
So one morning he got up and went into the kitchen. There was a breakfast prepared for him on the table. He sat down and, without tasting it, said, “What is that? The tea is hot! I told you, Mother, I like my tea cold!” But for some reason he heard nothing back. “Well, she gives, and still silent, absolutely impudent, “- he muttered and poured tea in the sink. “She’s gone,” he thought, “well, thank God!”
But Mama had not returned by evening. And the next day. Then our hero began to think. He felt how difficult it was without his mother. How hard it was without her sweet words, gentle and warm hands. He grew sad.
One day, walking in the park, he heard someone’s voice calling him, “Why are you so sad, did something happen?” He turned around, but did not see anyone. “I imagined it,” he thought. “It’s me, sparrow, look at the ground, under your feet!” The boy bent down and picked up the little sparrow from the ground. – I lost my mom, that’s why you’re so sad. – You probably didn’t like her very much, you thought you could manage without her, you didn’t listen to her advice, you hurt her a lot, so she left.
The boy realized that this little sparrow was telling the truth, which he did not want to understand. – But what should I do now?
– You just have to love your mother very much and want her to come back. Go home, go to bed, and in the morning, we’ll see. Just remember, don’t ever do that again!!! The boy did just that… In the morning, when he woke up, he ran to the kitchen and saw there… Fresh, hot breakfast. “Mom! That’s great, thank you,” he said fondly and began eating his sandwich appetizingly.
A Family Adventure
Once upon a time there lived a mother, a father, a son Yasha and a daughter Mila. A family like any other family. On a free day, mom cooked delicious pies, and the whole family had tea with pies and jam.
Mom and Dad’s kids were good, but not very neat. They also did not like to put things back. They scattered toys, scattered books – and mom cleaned up after them.
But one day the kids were playing a big game and made a terrible mess. After the game, Daddy asked them to put everything away and went into the back room. But the kids didn’t listen to him. Mom, upset, went to the kitchen.
The children were left alone in their room. And suddenly… A book lying on the floor hissed and out of it popped… the real Moidodyr. When he saw the unbrushed Yasha and Mila and the scattered toys and books, he got terribly angry and said that if the children didn’t tidy up and tidy up the toys, he would send them either to the Land of Muddy Tots or the Land of Scattered Toys.
The children were frightened and did as Moidodyr told them. They didn’t want to go to an unknown land; they liked to live at home, with Mommy and Daddy.
– And if I see any more disorder,” said Moydodir, “I will complain to my subjects, and they will teach you to keep it clean!
Since then Yasha and Mila have been walking neatly and keeping the house in order. And how happy mom and dad were!
MOTHER’S HEART
A big beautiful birch grew in the forest with three little daughters – thin-branched birches. With her spreading branches, the mother birch protected her daughters from wind and rain. And in the hot summer – from the scorching sun. The birches quickly grew up and enjoyed life. Next to their mother, they were not afraid of anything.
One day a great thunderstorm broke out in the forest. Thunder rumbled and lightening flashed in the sky. The little birch trees were trembling with fear. The birch embraced them tightly with its branches and began to reassure them: “Don’t be afraid, the lightning will not see you behind my branches. I am the tallest tree in the forest.”
No sooner had Birch mother finished speaking, than a deafening crackle sounded, and a sharp lightning struck directly at Birch and scorched the core of the trunk. The Birch, remembering that it must protect its daughters, did not catch fire. The downpour and wind tried to knock the Birch down, but it still stood.
Not for a minute did Birch forget her children, not for a minute did she loosen her embrace. Only when the thunderstorm passed, the wind died down, and the sun shone again over the washed earth, did the trunk of the Birch sway. As it fell, it whispered to its children, “Don’t be afraid, I’m not leaving you. The lightning did not succeed in breaking my heart. My fallen trunk will become overgrown with moss and grass, but my mother’s heart will never stop beating in it.” With these words, the trunk of the Mother Birch collapsed without hitting any of the three thin-branched daughters in the fall.
Since then, three slender birches have been growing around the old stump. And near the birches lies a trunk overgrown with moss and grass. If you come across this place in the woods, sit down to rest on a trunk of a Birch – it’s surprisingly soft! And then close your eyes and listen. You will surely hear a mother’s heart beating in it…
Most affectionate hands
A little girl came to the big city with her mother. They went to the market. The mother was leading her daughter by the hand. The little girl saw something interesting, clapped her hands for joy, and got lost in the crowd. Lost and crying.
– Mama! Where’s my mama?
People surrounded the girl and asked:
– What is your name, little girl?
– Olga.
– And what is your mother’s name? Tell us, we’ll find her right away.
– Mommy’s name is…. mommy… mommy…
People smiled, reassured the girl and asked again:
– Well, tell me, what kind of eyes does your mom have: black, blue, blue, gray?
– Her eyes are… the kindest…
– And the braids? Well, what kind of hair does your mom have, black or blond?
– Hair… the most beautiful…
People smiled again. They ask:
– Well, tell me what hands she has… Maybe she has some mole on her hand, remember.
– Her hands are… the most affectionate.
And they announced on the radio:
“There’s a little girl lost. Her mother has the kindest eyes, the most beautiful braids, the most affectionate hands in the world.” And the mother was found at once.
“The Tale of the Goose.”
On a hot summer day, the goose took her little yellow geese out for a walk. She was showing the little ones the big world. That world was green and joyful – in front of the goslings stretched a huge meadow. The goose was teaching the cubs to nibble on the tender stalks of young grass. The stalks were sweet, the sun was warm and gentle, the grass was soft, the world was green and singing with many voices of bugs, butterflies, moths. The goslings were happy.
Suddenly dark clouds appeared, and the first drops of rain fell on the ground. And then pellets as big as sparrow’s testicles fell. The goslings ran to their mother, and she lifted her wings and covered her children with them. Under the wings it was warm and cozy, the goslings heard as if from far away came the rumble of thunder, howling wind and the clatter of hailstones. They even began to have fun: something terrible was going on behind their mother’s wings, and they were warm and cozy.
Then everything calmed down. The goslings wanted to hurry up to the green meadow, but mother did not lift her wings. The goslings squealed: Let us out, mother.
Mother quietly lifted her wings. The goslings ran out onto the grass. They saw that the mother’s wings were injured, many feathers torn out. The mother was breathing heavily. But the world around was so joyful, the sun was shining so brightly and affectionately, the bugs, the bees, the bumblebees were singing so beautifully, that for some reason it never occurred to the goslings to ask, “Mother, what is wrong with you?” And when one, the smallest and weakest goose came up to his mother and asked: “Why are your wings hurt?” – She answered quietly, “It’s all right, my son.”
The yellow-haired goslings scattered in the grass, and the mother was happy.
“They have forgotten…”
Rod, homeland, native, native… Alas, for some, these words are an empty sound. Seryozha lived with his parents, but were they father and mother? They only thought about drinking. When he got drunk, his father became violent and beat his little boy. The boy would run away from home and spend the night in the park in the summer and in the stairwell in the winter.
After drinking heavily, the parents sold the apartment, forgetting that they were father and mother. They went away somewhere, without remembering about their son.
Seryozha found himself alone, without a home, and he was only five years old. He looked for food in garbage dumps, and sometimes starved for days and nights.
Somehow he became friends with a similarly homeless boy. It was better together. One night they settled down for the night in an old car at a junkyard and fell asleep. What were they dreaming about? Maybe a house, a bowl of cereal that gave off a delicious steam, or his mother, still sober, singing a lullaby?
Seryozha woke up from acrid smoke – the car was on fire. The door jammed, the fire was already burning his face and hands. Sergei pushed the door as hard as he could, jumped out, and tried to pull his friend out, but the car exploded. The shock wave threw him sideways. He lost consciousness; when he came to and saw his burnt face, he decided to go out only at night to look for food. The baby suffered severe burns. He felt that he was forgotten and abandoned by everyone.
One day – oh God’s mysterious ways! – he was found by journalists at the dump. Concerned about the fate of homeless children, they told television about the boy. The very next day a man who called himself Nikolai called the studio. He said he wanted to find Seryozha and adopt him. Soon Nikolai took the boy to his village. Kind people collected money for the surgery. Now the burns are no longer visible. Mental burns are also healing. Seryozha is now in school. He is the happiest man in the world – he has a home and a father.
