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Two cranes worked at the construction site for a whole week. And when the day off came, they decided to go outside the city - behind a high hill, behind a blue river, behind a green meadow - to relax.

And as soon as the cranes were located on the soft grass among the fragrant flowers, a little bear cub stomped into the clearing and plaintively asked:

- I dropped my bucket into the river. Please get it for me!

“You see, I’m resting,” said one crane.

And the other replied:

- Well, getting a bucket means not putting up walls.

The crane lifted the bucket, gave it to the bear cub and thought: “Now I can rest.” But that was not the case.

A green frog galloped into the clearing:

- Dear cranes, please, I beg you, save my brother! He jumped and jumped - and jumped onto a tree. But he can’t get down.

- But I’m resting! - one tap answered the frog.

And another said:

- Well, saving a frog is not a burden to carry.

And he took the mischievous frog from the tree.

- Bre-ke-ke-ke! Kwa-kwa! What a nice crane! - the grateful frogs croaked and started racing towards the swamp.

- So you will never rest! –

One crane creaked.

- I’ll rest! - the other answered cheerfully and put his long arrow on a pine branch.

- Ah! - exclaimed the red squirrel, the owner of the pine tree. - It’s so good that you stopped by to see me! I spent the whole summer collecting mushrooms for the winter. But I can’t lift the basket into the hollow. Please help me!

“Well,” the crane answered readily. – Raising the basket is not unloading the carriage.

The crane lifted the basket of mushrooms and placed it directly into the squirrel’s hollow.

- Thank you! Thank you very much, dear crane! You helped me so much!

- Well, what are you talking about! – the crane answered embarrassedly. - This is such nonsense!

Now the crane could rest. But it was just time to get ready to head back home. Evening came.

Green frogs, a little bear cub and a red squirrel came to see off the cranes. The crane's boom was decorated with a bouquet of bright wildflowers - a gift from the forest animals.

- How did you rest? – their friend the bulldozer asked the cranes.

“I,” answered one crane, “sat on the grass all day, did nothing, but for some reason I was very tired.” My back hurts, everything creaks.

- I had a great rest! - said another. And he let the bulldozer smell the wild flowers.

– I didn’t even know that you loved flowers! – the bulldozer smiled.

– I didn’t even know! – the kind crane exclaimed and laughed.

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“How the crane rested” is a work by Gennady Tsyferov, which is worth reading with your children. It tells how two cranes went to relax in nature from a stuffy city into nature. How did they spend the day, what did they do? Why did one of them return in high spirits and with gifts from local animals, while the other did not? Find out the details from the illustrated short fairy tale with the children. She teaches to be modest, responsive and to come to the aid of the weak without demanding gratitude.

And as soon as the cranes were located on the soft grass among the fragrant flowers, a little bear cub stomped into the clearing and plaintively asked:

— I dropped my bucket into the river. Please get it for me!

“You see, I’m resting,” said one crane.

And the other replied:

- Well, getting a bucket means not putting up walls.

I lifted the crane and gave it to the little bear and thought: “Now I can rest.” But that was not the case.

A green frog galloped into the clearing:

- Dear cranes, please, I ask you, save my brother! He jumped and jumped and jumped onto a tree. But he can’t get down.

- But I’m resting! — one tap answered the frog.

And another said:

- Well, saving a frog is not a burden to carry.

And he took the mischievous frog from the tree.

- Bre-ke-ke-ke! Kwa-kwa! What a nice crane! - the grateful frogs croaked and started racing towards the swamp.

- So you will never rest! — one crane creaked.

- I’ll rest! - the other answered cheerfully and put his long arrow on a pine branch.

“Well,” the crane answered readily. — Raising the basket is not unloading the carriage.

The crane lifted the basket of mushrooms and placed it directly into the squirrel’s hollow.

- Thank you! Thank you very much, dear crane! You helped me so much!

- Well, what are you talking about! — the crane answered embarrassedly. - This is such nonsense!

Now the crane could rest. But it was just time to get ready to head back home. Evening came.

Green frogs, a little bear cub and a red squirrel came to see off the cranes. The crane's boom was decorated with a bouquet of bright wildflowers - a gift from the forest animals.

- How did you rest? - their friend the bulldozer asked the cranes.

“I,” answered one crane, “sat on the grass all day, did nothing, but for some reason I was very tired.” My back hurts, everything creaks.

- I had a great rest! - said another. And he let the bulldozer smell the wild flowers.

- I didn’t even know that you loved flowers! — the bulldozer smiled.

- I didn’t even know! - the kind crane exclaimed and laughed.

Once upon a time there were two cranes - Red and Blue. They worked all day long on a dusty construction site, lifting and lowering bricks and slabs. It was especially difficult for them in the summer. The metal was heating up from the heat - so much so that the long-awaited drops of rain hissed and instantly evaporated. But summer rain is rare, and work is every weekday.

“People are lucky,” the cranes thought. - They relax and swim on weekends! And we... just stand there and rust!”

- It's a mess! - Red said one Saturday. - We will also go to the river.

Red was older and more experienced than Blue, so there was no point in arguing with him. And I didn’t want to.

- Go! – Blue happily agreed.

The cranes left the construction site and drove onto the highway. The cars beeped in surprise, and the cranes waved their hooks at everyone in a welcoming manner. And the cars fearfully gave way to them. Therefore, bypassing city traffic jams, the cranes quickly reached the quarry.

There was nowhere to step on the warm sand, much less to drive through! Carefully driving around numerous sunbeds and sun loungers, the cranes finally approached the water. People - some in the river and some on the shore - froze in anticipation when they saw the metal giants. And the cranes, cheerfully turning their “nose” arrows, drove together into the oncoming wave. The deeper they dived, the higher the water level rose. But Archimedes' law was unknown to the cranes.

- This mess! - people shouted from the half-flooded shore. There were no longer any swimmers left in the river - they had either been washed away water flow, or a feeling of fear. – And where are the builders looking? The taps are completely out of hand!

“But the builders have nothing to do with it,” Red turned around. – We are controlled by crane operators!

“They are managing you poorly,” the loudest voice answered from the shore. - We will complain!

“We’re leaving,” Red said sadly to Blue.

It was not possible to swim among the vacationing townspeople. But the friends did not want to return to the construction site. They quietly rolled along coastline away from the crowded beach.

-Why did they drive us away? – Blue was perplexed. - We are building houses for them!

– And they also say that “the houses are bad”! - Red responded. – The way we relax is the way we are at home.

“But we only help to build,” Blue continued to reason. – Maybe bad houses are built by bad people?

Red did not answer, because, fortunately, he had never met bad people.

The cranes stopped at quiet place, overgrown with willow and bushes.

- Let's go swimming! - Red commanded and was the first to slide into the river. Blue didn’t have to wait long and followed his friend.

- Hey you, iron giraffes! – a dissatisfied cry was heard from the bushes. - You'll scare away all the fish for me!

The cranes had to get back onto land. And how did they not notice the fisherman in the bushes? “Phew-few-few” - a fishing line whistled somewhere nearby, and a shiny fish bait flopped into the water. The spinning reel creaked grumpily, reeling an empty hook toward the shore.

- Well, they scared me away! – the fisherman sighed sadly.

- Sorry! - Blue said embarrassedly.

- What is there! – the old fisherman waved his hand, emerging from the coastal thickets, and the cranes saw him for the first time. “I’ve been sitting here since five in the morning and haven’t caught anything.” Apparently it's time to go home!

Immediately a red spaniel ran out of the bushes and barked loudly, as if disagreeing with its owner.

- And Ryzhukha would still like to go for walks and play! – the fisherman said good-naturedly. The dog again darted into the thickets and soon brought a rubber duck in its teeth.

- Huntress! – the old man affectionately patted the pet by the ear and threw the duck into the very middle of the river. The redhead rushed headlong into the water and, grabbing her favorite toy in her mouth, returned back.

Wagging her tail, she walked up to Blue and stretched her muzzle towards him.

- Duck? To me? “Blue was confused and didn’t know what to do.

- I have an idea! “Red deftly picked up the duck with his hook and threw it, like bait on a fishing rod, into the depths of the river. Now everyone was perplexed except Red.

- Why, I’ve never fished! – he blushed even more.

The old fisherman laughed:

- There are no such fish here!

And suddenly Red’s long “nose” tilted, and the crane almost fell into the river. Blue barely managed to catch him.

“It’s called “biting,” the fisherman said importantly. - Hook!

Red began to pull the hook with all his might. Even a concrete slab now seemed easier to him than today’s prey! The prey was alive and resisting. But the crane is stronger!

- Catfish! – the old man clapped his hands childishly.

- I thought it was a whale! – admitted Blue.

- It’s good that there are no whales in the rivers, otherwise you would have caught a whale! – the fisherman grinned.

– Two hundred kilograms, no less! – Red said with the air of a great expert. - Here, grandpa, is a gift from us!

The catfish, a huge helpless carcass, hung on Red’s hook and swayed its mustache-ropes.

- I don’t need such a gift! – the old man waved him off. – Fishing is a sport. If you catch it, admire it, let it go. Just return the duck!

The redhead barked in agreement.

Red released the catfish. The fish immediately sank into the depths, gratefully slapping the water with its tail and spitting out the rubber bait. The redhead, of course, immediately saved her duck.

- It’s time for us to go! – said the fisherman, disassembling the spinning rod. - It was nice to meet you guys.

The redhead whined protractedly. The cranes became sad - they were sorry to part with the good fisherman.

Suddenly Ryzhukha barked loudly, looking somewhere into the sky. The old man also looked up:

- What a beauty! Balloons!

The cranes had seen them before, but never so close! Three aeronautics - with red, green and blue domes - hovered proudly in the clouds. The two balls were quickly moving away, but the green one seemed to be approaching.

- Decreasing! - the fisherman guessed. - What an eccentric, there’s a river here!

– He’s losing weight before our eyes! – Blue saw it.

From the basket of the balloon, which was already visible, some bags began to fall out and hit the water heavily.

“They’re dropping the load, sooooo...” the old man frowned. - They seem to be falling!

Passengers were rushing about in the basket and shouting something. The wind carried their voices into the distance, and the ball became thinner and more wrinkled.

- Go ahead, Blue! - Red said in a deep voice. – We must save people!

Both cranes rushed into the river.

– We catch the ball with hooks on both sides: I’m on the right, you’re on the left! – shouting over the wind, Red led.

- One two Three! Balloon catch it! - the fisherman encouraged from the shore. Redhead barked with excitement.

Hurry! – and the left side of the ball tore, pierced by the hook of the Red Crane. Hurry! – and Blue’s right side ended up on the hook.

- Guard, they made a hole in my balloon! – a shrill male voice was heard from the basket.

The cranes carefully landed the cart with passengers near the water. The green matter swelled in the wind like a sail. People, having gone ashore, vied with each other to thank Red and Blue for their salvation. And only one fat little man did not let up:

– You will pay me for the ball! Robbed, torn! You…

And then the dog growled at him menacingly. The cranes had no idea that the harmless Redhead could be so angry.

- We can also tear our pants! – the fisherman shouted after him.

It was drizzling with summer rain. Thunder could be heard in the distance.

“Now we won’t be able to get home before the storm,” the old man decided. - We'll have to hide in the forest. It's dangerous near the river!

“We’ll make a tent from scraps of the ball,” Blue came up with.

In no time, the friends completed the simple task. And, making sure that the old man and the dog were in safe hiding, they began to say goodbye.

- We need to return to the construction site! - the taps came out in unison.

- Thanks guys! – either raindrops or tears froze on the old man’s cheek. – Come next weekend – Ryzhukha and I will be waiting for you!

- Necessarily! - the cranes promised and, satisfied, drove home.

For the first time they glided along the wet deserted streets - cold, tired, but shining with purity and happiness.

The tale participated in the competition: A Tale of Friendship

"Cockerel and the Sun"
Lisa, Katya and Styopa are lying on the rug, and I am reading them a fairy tale about how a cockerel was looking for the sun.

“You don’t know where the sun is? - he asked the kitten.

‒ Meow, I forgot to wash my face today. “Probably the sun was offended and didn’t come,” the kitten meowed.”

On a relaxed summer morning you don’t feel like doing your usual routine things. From the thoughtful faces of the children, I understand that they too can be such kittens. And washing, it turns out, is so important!

And not only to wash: “‒ Kwak-tak? - the frog croaked. - All this is because of me. I forgot to say “Good morning” to my water lily! say".

At that moment, Sasha ran past and landed next to us. In the mornings she is often such a frog, and she became interested in hearing how events would develop. Meanwhile, the cockerel returned home and remembered: “Yesterday I offended my mother, but forgot to apologize.” And as soon as he said: “Mom, forgive me, please!”, then the sun came out.” Lisa, who was sad throughout the story, began to smile: she really loves it when everyone makes peace and is friends with each other. And the recipe for a good morning is very simple! Wash, say hello and make peace if suddenly the previous evening did not end very well.

"Bumblebee"
Airplanes get closer in summer. Denis, Yarik and Nikita tell how they flew on an airplane and what you need to do so as not to be afraid. While reading this fairy tale, the drone of an airplane can be heard very close, in the bud of a flower. It was a bumblebee that flew there in the evening, and the bud closed. The disgruntled bumblebee buzzed all night, and in the morning the flower admitted to his neighbors that he had dreamed of a huge plane. I always read this fairy tale to airplane lovers. Afterwards, the boys look at the flowers in the flower beds with special interest: will a bumblebee airplane fit in the bud?

“How the crane rested”
This fairy tale is interesting to everyone. Our kindergarten is located in the first building of a large new building. We meet the cranes in the morning and say goodbye in the evening. They are constantly working, as in a fairy tale: “Two cranes worked at the construction site for a whole week...” And on the weekend they went on vacation. When I read this fairy tale for the first time, car connoisseur Lesha asked: “Should I rest?” I admit, for the first time I myself thought about what the cranes were doing on the weekends. Having read the fairy tale to the end, the children and I decided that “relaxing” is a real art, and in order for the rest to take place, you need to work hard. This fairy tale is a little “for adults”, who sometimes want to take a break from active summer recreation. But when you listen to children talk about the river in the village at their grandmother’s, about mushrooms collected in a basket, about flowers in a vase that remind you of the dacha all week, you understand why the rested kind faucet laughs and his neighbor is sad.

At the end of the walk, we made sure to read “The Little Engine from Romashkovo.” The sun became unbearably hot, we took the bench to the shady side of the garden and thought at each fabulous stop. “But if we don’t see the first lilies of the valley now, we’ll be late for the whole summer!..” It seemed to me that the children were listening to a story about how passengers on a train enjoy the sonorous trills of nightingales, study delicate lilies of the valley and bask in the rays of the setting sun, not quite understanding Why is all this really valuable? And I thought: how can I make them feel the meaning of these stops?

The idea of arranging such a “station” on our summer “trip” came to mind, but my teachers and I couldn’t find a specific form: lilies of the valley and nightingales are exotic for Siberia, and you won’t see a sunset in a kindergarten... The idea came from our nanny, who suggested holding a picnic, and each teacher supported it based on their interests. I am in connection with this book.

For the children and me, a picnic is the fourth station of the “Locomotive from Romashkovo”. It took place in the Young People's Park: with traditional relay races, delicious snacks and exploration of the park space. Staying together outside the usual course of time and route, the joy of own discoveries- this is the image that became memorable for us and connected the space of a fairy tale with our experience.

So summer rest in our garden takes place together with the heroes of “Gingerbread Town”, and it’s hard to imagine it without them.

Lyudmila Ursulenko

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