From pedagogical practice, I can definitely say that children by school age can freely compose not only stories from their own life experience, but also successfully invent various stories and even fantasize on various topics. Based on this, we decided to announce a competition, children's stories about themselves and their families, in which all the relatives of our children took part. This helped us to learn even more about children, their attitude to life and to get to know their families better.

I am Polonskaya Olga. I have a friendly family - mom, dad, and I'm a cute daughter Olushka. Mom and dad love me very much, but my mom often goes on business trips and I have to really miss my beloved mom. I won’t let her down, I’ll be smart, and dad won’t be angry with me. When I start to cry I'm fine fellow!

Toys.

On New Year's Eve, Santa Claus gave me a Barbie doll, Ken and their daughter Sasha. I really liked the gift. I played with them, I had fun. In the evening I fell asleep and I had a dream ...

“My toys became alive, they began to walk, talk, wash in the bathroom, drink tea, play like ordinary people, and I turned into a doll and became friends with them. We had a big beautiful house with real furniture. We had a lot of fun and interesting together.”

But in the morning I woke up and saw that I was an ordinary girl, and Barbie, Ken and their daughter were ordinary toys. I felt a little sad, but that's okay, I will continue to play with them for real.

Important controversy.

Somehow they argued onion with garlic, which of them is more useful.

Onion boasts that it is the most important and most useful, it can cure any child from a cold. And garlic answers loudly, even shouting that it will heal faster and that it is the most useful and most important. They argued, argued, almost got into a fight, then I could not stand it and resolved their dispute. She explained that both of them are useful and equally treat children. Then they decided to measure. And they became true friends.

I run like a ladder

Ringing with earrings.

From far along the song

Recognize me.

I am the favorite daughter in the family Borisenko.

Mommy Irina Vladimirovna and my daddy Sergei Ruslanovich. We often go for walks as a family. We go to nature to relax. We go swimming in the river, sunbathing on the hot sand. And I also really like to wander around our city. Go to the park to ride a carousel. We always fun. Our friendship is to be envied. By nature, I am a very modest girl, but such a small modest girl has a huge talent in me. Maybe someday you will hear about my future successes and rejoice with us. She received her first award for her achievements in art, and in the future they will be innumerable! Maybe I will become a famous artist and please everyone with my art ...

When I was little, I loved to listen when my mother read to me. I recounted everything I remembered. And now I have learned to read. Dad says proudly that I, like him, learned to read very early. I love to read stories, fairy tales, various stories. I think that in our group I read best of all, and also compose myself.

My grandfather has pets.

My grandfather has many pets in his yard. The cow has a calf, small with a prickly tongue. When he licks my hand, he scratches me with his prickly tongue. The pig recently had piglets, with big eyes and such pink ones. Asterisk is grandfather's horse, feeds his son. The foal “Squishy” was named so by my grandfather, gentle, affectionate and kind. It is important to follow his mother and wag his little tail. The sheep has got two lambs, they're curly and fluffy, so pretty. I love to catch them, and then stroke them, for wavy fur.

In summer, a cow and a calf go to the herd, eat juicy grass to give us tailor's milk to drink.

Piglets frolic on the lawn, and their mother importantly lies in a warm puddle.

Marusya, that's the name of our sheep, licks the fur of her babies so that they become the most beautiful.

In the evening, all animals are driven to their places.

They are fed and watered. Then they go to bed. And they all have beautiful, good dreams. This is the kind of farm my grandfather had.

About the Petrovs to be honest.

Meet - this is my family Dad Igor Viktorovich, Mom Galina Nikolaevna, and I am their son. My name is Danil Igorevich Petrov. Our family was formed by true love. A year later, I was born, to the delight of everyone, I am the son of Danil.

My beloved grandmother Tamara Alexandrovna still lives with us, she is our biggest mother. We live very friendly, care and help each other. Everyone has their own household chores. Grandma cooks dinner. Mom is cleaning the apartment. Dad does a man's job. And I'm the little one learning to clean up after myself toys.

For general fun, we have a cat named Basya, whom we love very much. And Basya likes to play with my ball. That's what we are.

I love to go to kindergarten with my mother to work. Did you come to us for the holidays, or any entertainment? I hope you weren't bored at all. Our guys and I are constantly, in any business, always busy with different things. We have many different activities, we have learned to speak correctly and beautifully, we learn song verses, we learn dances. And we also have a “Theater Studio” in our garden. And of course I really look forward to when I get a new role again.

I'm not just Danil Petrov ... I'm a future artist. I also love to sing and dance. I hope my talent is not wasted. I will still delight the audience with my work. And in return I will bathe in the applause of my audience.

Philip family.

I am Tanya, my older brother Ivan, father Sergei, and my beloved mother Lena.

My dad works at a factory as an electrician, and my mom works in a kindergarten as a launderer. In the summer we ride bicycles to swim in the quarries. On weekends we go up the mountain to fry sausages and shish kebabs. In general, we have a lot of fun together, it's a pity that there is so little of it.

Brother Vanya studies at school No. 49, in the 7th "B" class. Attends the sports section "Football."

And I attend kindergarten No. 103, the senior group, I go in for figure skating at DYuSSh-1. Our family loves to go to the skating rink in winter.

Skating like the wind

Along the forest edge.

Mittens on hands

Bow on top.

And this is my success in sports.

2008 first place in the championship of the Youth Sports School-1 in figure skating.

1. second place in the city figure skating tournament "Snezhinka"
2. for second place in the Youth Sports School-1 championship in figure skating.

Not only in sports, I am pleased with the success of my parents, but also participate in drawing competitions.

Filippova Tatiana (7 years old)

Good friends took a walk on the street.

(a story that happened to me and my friends)

Once upon a time there was a girl Tanya. She had a friend Natasha, who lived in a neighboring apartment. They went to kindergarten, in one group.

It was a cold winter and her friends were not allowed to go outside for a walk and ride a sled - an ice rink from a hill. And all they had to do was visit each other. Good thing they lived in the same building. They often ran to visit each other.

But now spring has come. It turned out to be a warm evening, when my girlfriends came from the kindergarten, they took ice cubes and ran to ride down the hill, and the boy Sasha was riding there. Tanya and Natasha began to ride together. They decided to arrange a competition “Who will climb the hill faster”, “Who will leave further”. They had a lot of fun, but they got tired of riding and they climbed into a huge snowdrift. And thorns grew in a snowdrift (they remained from autumn). And when they got out of the snowdrift, they were all covered in thorns. We cleaned the nasty thorns, went home. Their mothers did not scold them, they laughed and forced them to wash their gloves. Good girlfriends walked ...

Let's get acquainted! Astafiev family.

My beloved mother is always with me and helps me in everything. Together with my mother, we made crafts from natural materials. Funny toys are made from potatoes. We participated in the competition "Make with your own hands"

And with what wonderful hairstyles I come to kindergarten. That's all my mom does. To everyone's surprise. I also love to act like a real artist. I have a beautiful voice. I played many roles in our garden theater.

And most importantly, I am getting ready for school, I have already learned to read, I like to invent different stories. Would you like to read my story?

A story about dishes.(Astafieva Dasha) (7 years old)

Lived - there was a saucepan. Once she went for a walk, met a knife and they went together. They walked, walked down the street, suddenly saw a fork, they called her with them. The fork agreed and the three of them went for a walk. Then on the street they met a spoon and also called her with them. They go, talk, remember funny stories, and a soup tureen meets them. The pan asked her:

Why are you so dirty? Soup replies:

I don't like to wash, I feel very ticklish and disgusted when I wash.

All the utensils: a saucepan, a knife, a fork and a spoon in unison told her that you must always be clean, tidy, then everyone will be friends with you. They did not call her with them and went for a walk further.

Do not be as dirty as a tureen and everyone will be friends with you.

I! Nastya Polubotonova, I want to tell you about my family.

We have the most friendly and cheerful family. Mom - Olga Mikhailovna, dad - Evgeny Vitalievich and my beloved brother Yegor. We love animals very much. We have a big dog at home, her name is Jessie and a white cat Sema. And in a large aquarium there are fish swimming, which I take care of myself. When I grow up, I will train dogs.

I go to additional classes at SUN #2. I really like it there. I love my family. In the summer we go to the country with the whole family. Everyone is doing their job there. And I help my father and brother cut firewood, I help my mother to dig the ground with a shovel.

And recently I drew a fairy tale for my dear and beloved mother. For this drawing, I received such a diploma! I draw a lot and came up with a story about my pencils.

Carnation and pencil Nastya Polubotonova 7 years old

Lived - there were a pencil and a nail. Once they went for a walk and began to show off.

Pencil says:

I can draw!

and the carnation thought and thought and said:

And I can swim in the water.

He didn't know how to swim, though.

One day they decided to go hiking in the forest together. There was a river in the forest. They had to go through it.

I'll take you! - said the pencil.

No need to transport me, I myself answered the carnation.

Carnation jumped into the water and quickly went to the bottom. The pencil jumped after him and saved him.

And they went home together. It's good to have a friend around.

Meet the friendly Pashkov family

Mother - Elena Gennadievna

Father - Pavel Viktorovich

Sister - Alenka

There are only athletes in our family. My sister and I go skiing. I already have victories and awards for participating in competitions. For the first place in the giant slalom at the competition dedicated to the "Closing of the winter season"

I made an unusual gift for my mom for Women's Day

As a baby, my mother brought me to kindergarten. I learned so many different things, and necessary for myself. I've gained a lot of friends. And especially I became friends with Lilya Borisenko. When Lilya does not come to kindergarten, I miss her very much.

Me and my sister together

We live wonderfully.

We love different animals

We write our own stories.

"Two sisters"

Pashkova Margarita (7 years old)

A long time ago there was a farmer who had two daughters. They lived in a spacious village house. The older sister worked all day around the house and in the garden. Her younger sister did not help her.

Next to them lived a sorceress who watched over the sisters. She decided to teach her younger sister a lesson. Because she was so lazy. And turned her into a cloud. And the sorceress said to her younger sister:

I will turn you back into a girl when you help your sister.

But how can a cloud help, thought the younger sister. It was hot outside. The eldest was watering the garden, and the cloud decided to help. The sorceress saw that the younger sister changed her mind. And turned her into a girl.

Since then, the younger sister helps her older sister with everything around the house, they have become very friendly.

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

Let's get acquainted

I am Daria Chernyshova

I have a mother, Irina Sergeevna, she is the kindest mother in the world. I also have two big and kind brothers. Zhenya and Oleg. They love me very, very much. And daddy is far from us, I really miss him.

In class, I am always attentive and always answer correctly. For each question, I think over my answer. I want to know and be able to do everything. And most importantly, I want to learn how to follow what I say. Take your time and pronounce all the words correctly as I was taught in kindergarten. At school, I will make my mother happy. I am well done not only in the classroom, but also at the holidays I am a future actress or dancer. It just takes a little bit of learning. I am the smallest in our family and everyone loves and helps me. I always have fun with my brother Oleg. He is very strict and teaches me everything good. Once we wrote a story together. And even drew pictures for the story

How the Lion found his heart. Daria Chernyshova and brother Oleg.

There lived a lion in sultry Africa - the king of all animals. He was evil and heartless. And then one day, hungry, he went to the savannah in search of food. In the bushes, he saw the princess antelope. She was very beautiful, but the lion's heart did not tremble and he began to hunt. The lion ruthlessly attacked the antelope, but it survived. And jumping back, she called out to him:

Your heart is black as night and I take it. Having said this, she disappeared. Leo was sad, but there was nothing to do - he went in search of his heart. The lion met the porcupine and shouted:

Make my way!

The lion hit the porcupine, but did not hurt him, but only hurt himself on the needles.

I see that you are evil, but I will still share with you a piece of my heart. The porcupine replied.

You don't know for sure what love is, but I'll still share with you

piece of the heart. And the lion knew what love is. He went on in search. Suddenly the lion saw a man: he says:

I'm sorry to kill you, and letting go I give you a piece of my heart.

Get out of the way, I'm the king of beasts! The man in response takes out a gun and says:

I could kill you, but I give you a piece of my heart.

Again the lion knew what mercy is.

The queen antelope appeared before him. The lion did not rush at her, but simply bowed to her and wandered home.

Here you have found your heart! - said the antelope. From that field, the lion began to wisely rule the kingdom of animals until old age. All animals respected him.

Let's get acquainted

I am Alena Dinisovna-Bochman

I am alone with my mother. But I have grandparents. We have a dacha where fancy vegetables grow. And my grandmother and I cook such delicious vegetable dishes that you will lick your fingers.

And I also have a Mommy Hamster. She has offspring and I take great pleasure in caring for them. When a hamster is expected to have offspring, I am very worried and very happy when new residents of her family appear. I come up with names for all of them. I rejoice when they start to grow up.

All drawings are amazing.

Got me.

I really like to draw. I already participate in drawing competitions, where I was awarded a diploma.

In kindergarten, I participate in all activities, I like to play different roles, and I also learned to dance, I have already received an award not only with thunderous applause, but also with a Diploma.

And the most important news is that I met a boy. He is in the fourth grade. He has such beautiful eyes. Like two huge pools. And I'm already a little bit in love.

But my family is the Yegushev family

Meet me and my mom. My mother and I will soon go to St. Petersburg to visit my grandmother. I really like it there, but I really miss my dad and my friends.

And my brother Artem will soon serve in the army, he will defend our Motherland. I will miss him very much. When he comes home from the army, I will be quite an adult, I will go to school.

At school, I will only get A's. Brother will be pleased to know that his sister is a great fellow!

I already have success in drawing. I took part in the competition of children's drawings "My mother's smile" and was awarded by the Administration of the factory district of Novokuznetsk.

And this is our cat Tamara. She has beautiful kittens. I really love to play with them. I wrote a story about a kitten myself.

Kitty. Egusheva Natasha. 7 years.

Once upon a time there was a kitten Luntik. Once in the rain, he went for a walk. On the street he saw a puppy. Decided to talk to him.

Puppy, why are you sad? Puppy says:

What about having fun?

The kitten says don't be sad, let's go together, the two of us will have more fun.

Okay, let's go and have some fun together.

Walked and walked and came to the store. Puppy says:

Let's buy Luntik ice cream.

Go to the store, buy Luntik ice cream The kitten was surprised

I'm not ice cream, I'm not sold in the store.

This ice cream is called "Luntik"

Oh, I just took the money. I'll run and buy ice cream for myself and you.

He left the store and said:

Come visit me for ice cream. Since then they have become great friends.

Cheerful family. Egusheva Natasha7 years old . Mother Marina.

The cold winter has come. In the forest in the den lived a she-wolf with three cubs. She went hunting to get food for her cubs. But in winter it is very cold, there is no food, and the mother wolf returned empty-handed.

Once, during another attempt to find food for his cubs, the hunter shot the she-wolf. Three wolf cubs were left alone.

There was a village near the forest. Grandfather and grandson Vanya went on a sleigh to the forest for firewood. Accidentally discovered a wolf's lair, looked in there, and there the little wolf cubs lie, whine, huddle together from the cold, shiver.

Grandfather, they will die without a mother from cold and hunger, - said Vanya.

Let's take them to our home, we will feed them and raise them.

At the grandfather's in the village, the dog Aska just whelped. She had four puppies.

Grandfather and grandson decided to take the wolf cubs so that Aska would also feed and raise them.

They brought the wolf cubs to the village and put them in the booth to Aska with the puppies.

The dog looked incredulously at the cubs, then sniffed them, began to lick and feed them. She mistook the wolf cubs for her children.

Time passed, puppies and wolf cubs grew up. Now their friendly family consisted of seven puppies.

Spring has come, the sun has warmed. All the puppies got out of the booth and began to run and frolic on the lawn. No one realized that three of them were wolf cubs. They were all one happy family.

I am Korolev Arnold, my family:

Mother Larisa Anatolyevna

Papa Valery Vasilyevich, managed to plan the birth of children. First, a cute daughter was born, and I appeared, a handsome son.

And this is our essay with my mom.

Cheerful gingerbread man, (Korolev Arnold + mom) (7 years old)

Lived - there were a grandfather and a woman. They lived richly and prosperously. But the crisis hit them. All their plants and factories went bankrupt. They began to starve. Then the grandfather says to the grandmother: “Go around the bottom of the barrel, scrape, look around the barns, maybe you can scrape something and bake a bun. Grandma scraped flour, baked a bun. He turned out to be cool, business-like ready for a crisis and says to his grandparents:

Do not grieve my parents, I will go and earn money, enough for food, enough for a car and enough for an apartment. And rolled. Rolls on banks, rolls on firms. Meet the hare:

Kosoy, where do you work, how do you earn money? He answers:

Yes, I work in a computer club.

No, I don’t want to work there, it’s probably difficult there.

Hello grey! How are you doing, what do you earn for bread?

Yes, here in the gym, I train animals.

No, I don't want to work there.

Hello, Misha! What do you live on, how do you earn money?

Hello round! I work as a security guard in a store. The gingerbread man thought and said

No, I don't want to be a security guard, I don't have a gun. And rolled on

Suddenly meets a fox:

Hi Patrikeevna! I see that the crisis has not touched you, still in a mink coat, but in a brand new car. How is it, where do you work?

I work as a bank director. For this, I studied well, but you did not study,

You drive through the forest, you will soon turn into a cracker, it's disgusting to eat you.

– No, I will return home to my grandparents and go to school.

So children need to study well and obey their parents, then everything in life will be both work and money.

I'm just a miracle, I'm just a treasure!

Any theater will be glad to see me!

And what a prankster and dreamer I am ...!

Maybe in the future I will become a writer or the head of some kind of enterprise. I know for sure that I will be a great person ...

I Maxim Vasilchenko always in a good mood. With great pleasure I can tell you about our kindergarten.

I like to go to kindergarten, because here they cook delicious food, I like to study and sleep. I have friends here with whom I play games. I also like to play with toys, there are a lot of them in the garden. I spend a lot of time in the office of speech therapist Nina Vasilievna. I like to read children's books, learn poems and tongue twisters. With Victoria Vladimirovna I like to do finger, articulatory, gymnastics with mirrors. With Larisa Viktorovna we often do mathematics, I like to count examples, tasks. Every day the kids and I want to go for a walk. On the walk we have fun playing different games. Participation in performances is a great pleasure for me. I really like our kindergarten. We are busy all day. There is no time to be bored. And also, I myself learned to compose stories and even fairy tales.

The wolf and the seven Young goats.(Vasilchenko about Maxim 7 years old)

Once upon a time there was a goat and seven kids, my mother was going to the market to buy new clothes for the children. And she punished the goats so that the doors would not be opened to anyone. The wolf heard that the goat had left, left the children alone. The wolf came, knocking on the door, he wants to scare the kids, take the valuables.

Children, do you want to eat sweets, but listen to my good wolf?

I am a gray wolf, I brought white chocolate, sweet apples and various toys.

They did not listen to their mother's orders, the kids were delighted, they opened the door for him.

The wolf took out all the furniture from the house - a TV set, a refrigerator, all toys. A whole pile of straw, food from the oven. He robbed them completely and left with their good in a dense forest.

The goats were crying, they were left with nothing. Mom came - a goat with gifts saw what a devastation at home, was upset, counted all the children, everything was in place. She cried and said:

Let the children, this will be a lesson for you. You can’t open doors to strangers, no matter how they lure you and no matter what they offer.

So they began to live, to live and to make good again, and not to open to strangers.

Hello, I'm Pavel Androsov My mother's name is Olga Pavlovna. She works in a shop selling bags. My dad Vadim Vladimirovich works on a bus, carries people. Brother Kirill goes to school in the seventh grade. My brother and I are a friendly team. Grandmother Vera and grandfather Vanya live with us, they work at the school where Kirill studies. In the summer we all go to the country. There we collect interesting natural material, and at home with my grandmother we make funny crafts. Don't believe? I take pride in my crafts. I have a whole collection of them.

Also, there are always girls next to me. I attract them with my kindness.

The girls at school will probably drive me crazy. Or maybe vice versa.

Now I play in performances, at matinees and other events.

But I will soon go to the school where my brother is.

I even went on a field trip to the school where my grandmother works.

I really liked it there! Hurry to school!

Meet me -Danil Lenev

The first person for me is mine mommy. I want to give all the flowers on earth only to her alone, my beloved mother.

In order not to disturb my mother, I tell my brother, Micah, about my pranks. I'll tell you a secret, he also went to our garden and even to our group. Just a little earlier than me. He then - knows exactly how "cool" we are doing here. He offered to switch roles more than once. In the morning, go to kindergarten instead of me. And he sent me to school. Cunning, I still have time. My brother is a little bit older than me and therefore he always understands me, sometimes we play pranks with him. And we not only love to play pranks, but we also know how to come up with cool stories. I suggest you read one of these stories.

Lenev Danil with his brother Misha.

Grandfather Kuzma and grandson Ivan.

In one village lived and was grandfather Kuzma. And he had a grandson named Ivan. Once, in a hungry winter season, when all the supplies ran out, grandfather Kuzma decided to go hunting. He went to the forest. All day I walked through the forest, but did not see a partridge or a hazel grouse. He went to a copse where a wild apple tree grew - he thought to look for frozen apples, but as luck would have it, there was not a single apple, probably the connecting rod bear picked everything up. Returned home with nothing.

Then grandfather Kuzma decided to send Ivan fishing. He gave his grandson a harpoon, a fishing rod. Ivan went to the lake, punched a hole, sat down and sits for an hour, two, three. Nothing is caught. Ivan shouted:

Fish-fish, how to catch you?

A big pike emerges from the water and says:

So let me teach you.

Well, look carefully.

First, throw out the harpoon and fishing rod.

Ivan obeyed the pike, threw out the harpoon and fishing rod.

Well, now, - says the pike - do you see, on the shore, a spike of wheat sticks out from under the snow?

Yes, Ivan replies.

Collect grains from him, but give me something to eat, otherwise I'm tired of chewing fry.

So Ivan did. And the pike ate the grains and swam away. Ivan was waiting on the shore for a pike, he was waiting, but he did not wait, he went home. And Ivan and grandfather Kuzma would have remained hungry if grandfather Kuzma had not remembered about the bag of radishes in the attic. Good stock.

I think that such a story can happen to anyone who believes in fairy tales.

And I also want to tell you about our pet. His name is Keks. I often suffer from his sharp claws. He is our common favorite. Therefore, he received special attention from all of us and even a huge preference in our family.

I hide not only funny - a boy, a lover of animals, but also a wonderful artist. In this matter, I have already managed to distinguish myself from other children and received a DIPLOMA,

And my theatrical activity is just beginning. Who knows, maybe I will become an actor.

And in the future I will please my loved ones, especially my mother. She is the sweetest and most beloved MOM in the world.

Notice I have the most important role. And how important I am!

I IskravaAnastasia while the only daughter of her mother. Therefore, they and my grandmother love me very much and pamper me. And I, in turn, pamper them with my love. They are the closest and dearest people to me. Take off me always well and pleased to be around. I also love going to kindergarten. Here my friends are waiting for me. Also, I love our classes. What cool crafts we do with our educators. They are just a treasure. We always surprise our parents that we are so great at making different crafts. We always have fun, because we are the very first assistants in the theater studio with Natalya Anatolyevna.

My theater life has just begun. How many roles I have to play is not yet known. In the play "Geese Swans" I was a funny stove, it was so fun for everyone. In another performance, "Merry Bun," I played the role of a grandmother. It turned out really, like in the theater.

My mother and grandmother help me in my successes. Although Grandmother often scolds me, I am not offended by her. She only wants the best for me.

And my mother is an assistant in my women's affairs. She always does beautiful hair for me. And buys trendy clothes. In the future, maybe I will become a model, I will demonstrate new models of clothes in the best salons. I already tried to walk on the catwalk in our class, when guests and parents came to look at our kindergarten. I did it, I think it's the best.

Hello, I'm Seryoga Serikov!

I go to kindergarten with my sweet mommy. I go to the garden to play, and my mom goes to the kindergarten to work. She works as a junior teacher. Monitors the cleanliness in the neighboring group. And also helps educators to bring up the same naughty boys and girls, like me.

In the classroom, I like not only to listen, but also to play anything. After all, I know how to make a real game out of anything. And I'm not bored at all. I am cheerful, mischievous. I never get discouraged. I have a bad appetite just because mommy buys me different sweets, I have more than one son. Mom follows me even into the fire, even if I enter. She is my closest friend. I would like to tell you more about my family.

Serikov Sergey. 7 years.

My family.

My family consists of two people, my mother and me. My mother's name is Tanya. I also have grandmother Natasha and grandfather Yura. They live in Belovo. They have their own house. A river flows next to the house. In the summer, my mother and I go to visit them. We all go to the river together to swim and sunbathe. Sometimes we make barbecues. I really enjoy visiting my grandparents.

Mom and I go together to the Gagarin Park and ride the carousels. It's so cool that I don't want to leave. We have to wait until we go there again.

Meet Max Kalachikov!

I have a big family. Mom-Marina Grigorievna. She is our best mom in the world. We all adore and love her. She is the kindest, the keeper of the hearth.

Papa Nikolai Sergeevich, he is our strongest and most courageous. At work, he transports large loads, and at home we give him the opportunity to relax on the couch and watch TV.

My beloved sisters are always by my side. The older sister Anastasia, she studies at school in the sixth grade, my younger sister Katyushka, she is very small, she is 2 years old. Our friendly family is the strongest. We are always together. We do not have to be bored, we have a lot of different things to do. With my sisters we go for walks, play on the street, roller-skate. In the spring we take crayons and draw pictures on the pavement. Our drawings are liked by passers-by.

And in the village our grandmother Nina lives. She has her own household

there is a dog Sharik. He guards the grandmother's yard. And little kittens appeared in Murka's house, they are so funny.

Our grandmother bakes delicious pancakes for us, prepares homemade dumplings, they are so delicious, just delicious. We still have grandmothers, we are rich in them. They all love us very much, and feed us with pies, delicious cheesecakes.

I also have great friends in this village. Serega, Nina, Anton, Danil. We go to the river with them. In the summer we swim, sunbathe on the sand, play various fun games on the beach. We don't have to be bored.

Yes, I also go to kindergarten, where I have a lot to do. In the classroom, I'm great, I can always answer all questions faster than other guys. Solve all the puzzles in mathematics, sculpt anything on modeling, so that everyone is surprised. I try to be in time everywhere, read poetry, dance and sing. And most importantly, I'm always among the girls. Cool? I do not offend them, but on the contrary, I always protect them. That's why they love me.

Thank you for the help of the kindergarten staff:

Onipko N.V.

Krasnoperov L.V.

Grebenshchikov V.V.

As well as the parents of our children, who took part in the "Competition of children's stories about themselves and their families" Me and my family ".

These are family stories for younger students. Stories about the relationship between children and parents.

V. Yu. Dragunsky

Chicky kick.

I almost died recently. With laughter. And all because of Mishka.

Once my father said:

- Tomorrow, Deniska, we'll go to graze on the grass. Tomorrow my mother is free, and so am I. Who will we take with us?

- A well-known case of whom - Mishka.

Mom said:

- Will they let him go?

- If they are with us, they will let you go. Why? - I said. Let me invite him.

And I ran to Mishka. And when he entered them, he said: “Hello!” His mother did not answer me, but told his father:

- You see, how educated, not like ours ...

And I explained everything to them that we were inviting Mishka to take a walk outside the city tomorrow, and they immediately allowed him, and the next morning we went.

The train is very interesting to ride, very much!

First, the handles on the benches are shiny. Secondly, the brake valves are red, hanging right in front of your eyes. And no matter how much you drive, you always want to pull such a crane or at least stroke it with your hand. And most importantly, you can look out the window, there is a special attachment there. If someone does not get it, you can stand on this little step and lean out. Mishka and I immediately occupied a window, one for two, and it was great to see that brand new grass was lying around and multi-colored linen hanging on the fences, beautiful as flags on ships.

But dad and mom did not give us any life.

Every minute they pulled us from behind by the pants and shouted:

- Don't stick your head out, they tell you! And then get out!

But we kept getting out. And then dad started on a trick. He apparently decided to distract us from the window at all costs. Therefore, he made a funny face and said in a circus-like voice:

- Hey guys! Take your seats! The show starts!

And Mishka and I immediately bounced off the window and sat down on the bench next to me, because my dad is a famous joker, and we realized that something interesting was about to happen. And all the passengers who were in the car also turned their heads and began to look at dad. And he continued as if nothing had happened:

— Dear viewers! Now the invincible master of Black magic, Somnambulism and Catalepsy will perform before you!!! The world-famous magician-illusionist, a favorite of Australia and Malakhovka, a devourer of swords, cans and burnt out electric lamps, Professor Eduard Kondratievich Kio-Sio! Orchestra - music! Tra-bi-bo-boom-la-la! Tra-bi-bo-boom-la-la!

Everyone stared at dad, and he stood in front of Mishka and me and said:

— Number of mortal risk! Ripping off a live index finger in front of the public! Nervous people are asked not to fall to the floor, but to leave the hall. Attention!

And then dad folded his hands in such a way that it seemed to Mishka and me that he was holding his left index finger with his right hand. Then dad tensed up, blushed, made a terrible face, as if he was dying of pain, and suddenly he got angry, gathered his courage and ... tore off his own finger! Wow!.. We saw it ourselves... There was no blood. But there was no finger! It was a smooth place. I give you my word!

Papa said:

I don't even know what that means. But still, I clapped my hands, and Mishka shouted “encore!”.

Then papa waved both hands, reached for his collar and said:

- Ale-op! Chicky kick!

And he put his finger back! Yes Yes! A new finger has grown from somewhere in the old place! Just the same, you can't tell it from before, even the ink stain is the same as it was! Of course, I understood that this was some kind of trick and that I would at all costs find out from dad how it was done, but Mishka did not understand anything at all. He said:

- How is it?

Dad just smiled.

“If you know a lot, you will soon grow old!”

Then Mishka said plaintively:

“Please repeat one more time!” Chicky kick!

And dad repeated everything again, tore off his finger and put it on, and again there was sheer surprise. Then dad bowed, and we thought that the performance was over, but it turned out, nothing like that. Papa said:

- Due to numerous applications, the performance continues! Rubbing a hard coin into the fakir's elbow will now be shown! Maestro, tribo-be-boom-la-la!

And dad took out a coin, put it on his elbow and began to rub this coin on his jacket. But she didn’t rub anywhere, but fell all the time, and then I began to mock dad. I said:

— Eh, eh! Well, fakir! Direct grief, not a fakir!

And everyone laughed, and dad blushed a lot and shouted:

- Hey, you dime! Rub in now! And then I'll give you over there to that uncle for ice cream! Will know!

And the dime seemed to be frightened of the pope and instantly rubbed into the elbow. And disappeared.

— What, Deniska, did you eat? Dad said. - Who was shouting that I was a would-be fakir? And now look: extravaganza-pantomime! Pulling a small change out of the nose of a beautiful boy Mishka! Chicky kick!

And dad pulled a coin out of Mishka's nose. Well, comrades, I didn’t know that my dad was such a good fellow! And Mishka directly beamed with pride. He beamed with pleasure and again shouted to dad at the top of his voice:

“Please repeat one more chiki-kick!”

And dad repeated everything to him again, and then mom said:

- Intermission! We go to the buffet.

And she gave us a sausage sandwich each. And Mishka and I clung to these sandwiches, and ate, and dangled our legs, and looked around. And suddenly Mishka, for no reason at all, declares:

“And I know what your hat looks like.

Mom says:

- Well, tell me - for what?

— On the astronaut helmet.

Papa said:

- Exactly. Oh yes Mishka, rightly noticed! Indeed, this hat looks like an astronaut helmet. Nothing can be done, fashion tries to keep up with modern times. Come on, Mishka, come here!

And dad took his hat and put it on Mishka's head.

— The real Popovich! Mom said.

And Mishka really looked like a little astronaut. He sat so important and funny that everyone who passed by looked at him and smiled.

And dad smiled, and mom, and I also smiled that Mishka was so cute. Then they bought us ice cream, and we began to bite and lick it, and Mishka did it faster than me and went back to the window. He grabbed the frame, stood on the step and leaned out.

Our train ran quickly and smoothly, nature was flying past the window, and Mishka, you see, it was good to hang around in the window with a cosmonaut helmet on his head, and he didn’t need anything else in the world - he was so pleased. And I wanted to stand next to him, but at that time my mother nudged me with her elbow and pointed her eyes at dad.

And dad quietly got up and went on tiptoe to another department, there, too, the window was open, and no one was looking through it. Papa had a very mysterious look, and everyone around became quiet and began to follow papa. And with inaudible steps he made his way to this window, put his head out and also began to look ahead, along the course of the train, in the same place where Mishka was looking. Then dad slowly, slowly stuck out his right hand, cautiously reached out to Mishka, and suddenly, with the speed of lightning, tore off his mother's hat! Dad immediately jumped away from the window and hid his hat behind his back, where he tucked it into his belt. I saw it all very well. But Mishka did not see this! He grabbed his head, did not find his mother's hat there, got frightened, jumped away from the window and stopped in front of his mother with some horror. And my mother exclaimed:

- What's the matter? What happened, Misha? Where is my new hat? Has it been blown away by the wind? After all, I told you: do not stick your head out. My heart felt that I would be left without a hat! How can I be now?

And mother covered her face with her hands and shrugged her shoulders, as if she were crying bitterly. It was simply a pity to look at poor Mishka, he babbled in a broken voice:

“Don’t cry…please.” I'll buy you a hat... I have money... Forty-seven kopecks. I collected stamps...

His lips trembled, and dad, of course, could not bear it. He immediately made his funny face and shouted in a circus voice:

Citizens, attention! Don't cry and calm down! Your happiness that you are familiar with the famous magician Eduard Kondratievich Kio-Sio! Now a grand trick will be shown - the return of a hat that fell out of the window of the blue express. Get ready! Attention! Chicky kick!

And dad had mom's hat in his hands. Even I didn’t notice how quickly dad pulled her out from behind. Everyone gasped! And Mishka immediately brightened with happiness. His eyes widened in surprise. He was so delighted that he was simply stunned. He quickly approached dad, took his hat from him, ran back and, with all his strength, really threw it out the window. Then he turned and said to my dad, "Please repeat one more time... chiki-kick!" This is where I almost died laughing.

N. M. Artyukhova

Big birch.

Mom stood in the kitchen with a towel over her shoulder, wiping the last cup. Suddenly, the frightened face of Gleb appeared at the window.

- Aunt Zina! Aunt Zina! he shouted. - Your Alyoshka has gone crazy!

— Zinaida Lvovna! Volodya looked through another window. - Your Alyoshka climbed a big birch!

- Because he can break! Gleb continued in a weeping voice. And it will break...

The cup slipped from my mother's hands and clattered to the floor.

— Shattered! finished Gleb, looking with horror at the white shards.

Mom ran out onto the terrace, went to the gate:

- Where is he?

- Yes, on the birch!

Mom looked at the white trunk, where it split in two. Alyosha was not there.

- Stupid jokes, guys! she said and went to the house.

No, we're telling the truth! shouted Gleb. He's up there at the very top! Wherever the branches are!

Mom finally figured out where to look. She saw Alyosha. She measured with her eyes the distance from his branch to the ground, and her face became almost as white as this smooth birch trunk.

- Crazy! Gleb repeated.

- Shut up! Mom said quietly and very sternly. “Go home, both of you, and sit there.

She walked up to the tree.

“Well, Alyosha,” she said, “are you well?”

Alyosha was surprised that his mother was not angry and spoke in such a calm, gentle voice.

“It's good here,” he said. “But I’m very hot, Mommy.

- It's nothing, - said my mother, - sit down, rest a little and start going down. Just don't rush. Slowly... Have a rest? she asked after a minute.

- Rested.

- Well, then get down.

Alyosha, holding on to a branch, was looking for somewhere to put his foot. At this time, an unfamiliar fat summer resident appeared on the path. He heard voices, looked up and shouted in fright and angrily:

"Where have you gone, you wretched boy!" Get down now!

Alyosha shuddered and, without calculating his movements, put his foot on a dry twig. The twig crackled and rustled down to my mother's feet.

“Not like that,” Mom said. - Get on the next branch.

Then she turned to the summer resident:

“Don’t worry, please, he is very good at climbing trees. He's a good guy for me!

The small, light figure of Alyosha slowly descended. Climbing up was easier. Alyosha is tired. But below was his mother, giving him advice, speaking kind, encouraging words. The earth was closing in and shrinking. You can no longer see either the field behind the ravine or the factory chimney. Alyosha reached the fork.

“Shut up,” Mom said. - Well done! Well, now put your foot on this knot... No, not there, that dry one, right here, to the right... So, so, don't hurry.

The ground was very close. Alyosha hung on his hands, stretched out and jumped onto the high stump from which he began his journey.

The fat, unfamiliar summer resident grinned, shook his head, and said:

- Oh well! You will be a parachutist!

And my mother grabbed her thin, brown from sunburn, scratched legs and shouted:

- Alyoshka, promise me that you will never, never climb so high again!

She quickly walked towards the house. Volodya and Gleb were standing on the terrace. Mom ran past them, through the garden, to the ravine. She sat down on the grass and covered her face with a handkerchief. Alyosha followed her, embarrassed and confused. He sat down next to her on the slope of the ravine, took her by the hands, stroked her hair and said:

- Well, mommy, well, calm down ... I won't be so high! Well, calm down!

It was the first time he saw his mother crying.

- Well, look what a guest we have! - Dad called me loudly, when I was still digging with sandals in the corridor, having come from the street.

My family.

My family is not big, but friendly. It consists of four people: mom, dad, older sister and me. I am the youngest in the family. I like to read books, go in for sports.

The closest person to me is my mother. Her name is Olesya Alexandrovna. She works as a caretaker in a kindergarten. Mom is very kind and beautiful. If necessary, she will praise and pity me. But my mother is also strict.

My father Popov Vladimir Ivanovich. I don't see much of my dad because he works on a rotational basis. I miss him very much. When dad comes, he always cooks something delicious. He is very caring.

My sister Ira is in the 5th grade. My sister and I never quarrel and do not take offense at each other, and if we quarrel, it will not be for long.

We all help each other. We love the holidays and we definitely get together. I especially remember Shrovetide Week. As a family, we have fun seeing off the winter with pancakes and songs. On this day, my mother even allows me to bake a few pancakes, and I get them round and rosy in the sun, similar. And on Sunday we make a fire, we burn Shrove Tuesday in the fire, we give a sign to winter: go away, they say, old, tired of everyone.

In the summer, the whole family we go to the forest to relax, for berries and mushrooms. I feel care, warmth, attention of relatives and friends. I love my family.

Popova Daria, 2nd grade student (7 years old), MBOU Morozovskaya secondary school, Karasuk district, Novosibirsk region.

My family.

My name is Tiana. I want to tell about my family. My family consists of three people: my mother, Dima's older brother and me. We live in a small but cozy house. I am in the second grade.

My mother's name is Svetlana Albertovna. She works as a milkmaid. She has a lot of cows in her group. My brother and I go to help her. Dima is an athlete. I'm proud of my brother. He has many medals.

My favorite family holiday is the New Year. I love him because he is very cheerful and bright. On New Year's Eve, we have fun with the whole family. And when we go to bed, Santa Claus comes to us at night and brings me gifts.

Everyone in our family loves animals. And I have long wanted to have a cat. Finally, my dream came true - I got a Siberian cat Vaska. I take care of my pet and always store something tasty for him: bone, fish, sour cream. Vaska is a capricious animal. If he is in a good mood, he plays, allows himself to be stroked, but if he is not in the spirit, he warns about this with a kind of meow, then it is better not to touch him. Vaska is a very smart and kind cat. He loves his owners.

I really like my family because we are friendly and always together. For me, she is the best.

Makretskaya Tiana, 2nd grade student (8 years old), MBOU Morozov secondary school, Karasuk district, Novosibirsk region.

In the family circle, we are growing,
The basis of the foundations is the parental home.
In the family circle, all your roots,
And in life you leave the family.

Love. Kindness. Tenderness. Care. All these qualities are combined in one word dear to every person - Family. I am only in the second grade, but I really want to talk about my small native island on this big Earth. About my family.
My family! What a short but great word. A word that includes the history of ancestors, a word that warms even with its sound. When a person is just born, he still does not know anything, does not understand anything. Everything is taught in the family. Here, on the basis of family traditions, relationships and actions, the upbringing of a Person takes place. What a man has learned in his family, that he will teach his children. It seems to me,
all people of the Earth want to have a strong happy family. I think my family is like that.
My family is my home, dad and mom, brothers, grandparents, joys and sorrows, holidays and traditions. My family is that corner of love where I feel very warm and well. It's good because we are all together. I think that is why a person always returns to his loved ones, to his home.

Home is where you are expected
Where they will surely understand
Where the bad will be forgotten
This is the house.

I love my house very much. He protects us from evil people, from troubles. Gives warmth, comfort, peace. Saves from cold, rain, wind. Here we live: we work, we rest, we eat, we laugh, we sing songs, we tell interesting stories. It is very important to have your own home. I think without it a person cannot be happy. And happiness, in my opinion, is to have parents, to be close to your relatives, to live in your homeland. After all, it is not for nothing that parents, relatives and homeland are related words, the same root, similar to each other. We often talk about this in Russian language lessons.
It seems to me that we are also similar in the family: we understand each other and, of course, help. Dad is our head of the family, assistant to everyone and in everything. And he does not only men's work with us: he cooks food wonderfully, plays chess with me and my brother, and reads fairy tales. He knows a lot about us. Do not count everything. I respect dad very much, love and obey.
Another important person in our family is Mom.

Four letters, only two syllables - mom.
The very first word in life is mother.
The word is important, albeit short - mother.
Mother! Good mother!
The main thing to say about mothers
Just two words to say:
We call the motherland "mother",
And mother gently - "mother."

Most of the time I spend with my sweet mommy. I really love talking to her. It is interesting to listen to her explanations and advice. They are always correct. I have convinced myself of this many times. They say that my mother and I are very similar. I'm proud of it. We do all the housework together. After all, it's more fun together. We prepare dinners for our men, bake pies, put things in order in the house. Mom teaches me to knit, sew clothes for my dolls - daughters. I can't do without my mom. I can’t live without her tenderness, kindness and affection, so I really appreciate and feel sorry for my mom.
I also want to talk about Nursultan and Dima.

Everyone in the village knows these guys -
Kind, polite, healthy.
Come to the aid of everyone
Always ready everywhere.

It all starts with family...
The call of the child in the cradle
And wise old age pesky arrows,
It all starts with family...
To endure grief and pain of loss,
Get up again, go and make mistakes.
And so all my life.
But just don't give up!
It all starts with family...

Tamara Lombina has been collecting stories for children under 7 for many years, which teach goodness and justice.

Vasily Sukhomlinsky

Grandma is resting

Little Galinka came from school. She opened the door, wanted to say something cheerfully to her mother. But mother threatened Galinka with her finger and whispered:

- Quiet, Galinka, grandmother is resting. I didn't sleep the whole night, my heart ached.

Galinka quietly approached the table and put down her briefcase. I had lunch and sat down to study. He reads a book quietly, to himself, so as not to wake up his grandmother.

The door opened, Olya, Galinka's girlfriend, came in. She said loudly:

- Galina, listen ...

Galinka shook her finger at her, like a mother, and whispered:

- Quiet, Olya, grandmother is resting. She did not sleep the whole night, her heart ached.

The girls sat down at the table and looked at the drawings.

And from the closed grandmother's eyes rolled out two tears.

When the grandmother got up, Galinka asked:

- Grandma, why did you cry in your sleep?

Grandmother smiled, fondled Galinka. Joy shone in her eyes.

Vasily Sukhomlinsky

All good people are one family

There was a drawing lesson in the second grade. The children drew a swallow.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door. The teacher opened the door and saw a tear-stained woman - the mother of little blond, blue-eyed Natasha.

“I beg you,” the mother turned to the teacher, “let Natasha go.” Grandma died.

The teacher walked up to the table and said quietly:

“Children, a great sorrow has come. Natasha's grandmother died. Natasha turned pale. Her eyes filled with tears. She leaned on the desk and wept softly.

- Go home, Natasha. Mom came for you.

While the girl was getting ready to go home, the teacher said:

We won't have lessons today either. Indeed, in our family - a great grief.

- Is it in Natasha's family? Kolya asked.

“No, in our human family,” the teacher explained. All good people are one family. And if someone in our family died, we became orphans.

Vasily Sukhomlinsky

seventh daughter

Mother had seven daughters. Once Mother went to visit her son, and the son lived far, far away. Mother returned home a month later.

When she entered the hut, the daughters, one after the other, began to say how much they missed their Mother.

“I missed you like a poppy flower misses a sunbeam,” said the first daughter.

“I was waiting for you, like dry earth waiting for a drop of water,” said the second daughter.

“I cried for you like a little chick cries for a bird…” cooed the third daughter.

“It was hard for me without you, like a bee without a flower,” said the fourth daughter, caressing her mother and looking into her eyes.

“I dreamed of you, like a rose dreaming of a dew drop,” the fifth daughter chirped.

“I looked out for you like a nightingale looks out for a cherry orchard,” whispered the sixth daughter.

And the seventh daughter did not say anything, although she had a lot to say. She took off Mother's shoes and brought her water in a large basin to wash her feet.

Boris Ganago

They forgot...

Genus, homeland, relatives, darling ... Alas, for some, these words are an empty phrase. Seryozha lived with his parents, but were they father and mother? They only thought about drinking. Getting drunk, the father went berserk and beat his baby. The boy ran away from home and spent the night in the park in the summer, and in the porches in the winter.

Having drunk everything, the parents sold the apartment, forgetting that they are father and mother. And they left somewhere, not remembering their son.

Seryozha found himself alone, without a home, and he was only five years old. He looked for food in the trash, sometimes starved for days.

Once he became friends with the same homeless boy. Both were better. One day they settled down for the night in an old car in a junkyard and fell asleep. What did they dream? Maybe a house, a plate of porridge that gave off delicious steam, or a mother, a still sober mother, 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. Sergey pushed the door with all his might, jumped out, tried to pull his friend out, but the car exploded. The shock wave threw him aside. He passed out; when he came to his senses and saw his burnt face, he decided to go out only at night in search of food. The kid suffered from severe burns. It seemed to him that he was forgotten and abandoned by everyone.

One day - O inscrutable ways of the Lord! - journalists found him in a landfill. Worried about the fate of homeless children, they talked about the boy on television.

The very next day, a man who called himself Nikolai called the studio. He said that he wanted to find Serezha and adopt him. Soon Nikolai took the boy to his village. Good people raised money for the operation. Now the burns are no longer visible. Mental burns also heal. Serezha goes to school. He is the happiest person in the world - he has a house, he has a father.

Vasily Sukhomlinsky

Tale of the Goose

On a hot summer day, a goose took her little yellow goslings for a walk. She showed the kids the big world. This world was green and joyful - a huge meadow stretched out in front of the goslings. The goose taught the children to pluck the tender stalks of young grass. The stems 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, the first drops of rain fell on the ground. And then large, like sparrow testicles, hailstones fell down. The goslings ran to their mother, she raised her wings and covered her children with them. Under the wings it was warm and cozy, the goslings heard, as if from somewhere far away, the roar of thunder, the howling of the wind and the sound of hailstones. It even became fun for them: something terrible is happening behind the mother's wings, and they are warm and comfortable.

Then everything calmed down. The goslings wanted to hurry to the green meadow, but the mother did not raise her wings. The goslings squealed demandingly: let us out, mother.

The mother quietly lifted her wings. The goslings ran out onto the grass. They saw that the mother's wings were wounded, many feathers were torn out. Mother was breathing heavily. But the world around was so joyful, the sun shone so brightly and kindly, the bugs, bees, bumblebees sang so beautifully that for some reason it never occurred to the goslings to ask: “Mom, what is wrong with you?” And when one, the smallest and weakest gosling came up to his mother and asked: “Why are your wings wounded?” - she answered quietly: "It's all right, my son".

The yellow goslings scattered over the grass, and the mother was happy.

Vasily Sukhomlinsky

Who is taking home

There are two five-year-old boys in the kindergarten - Vasilko and Tolya. Their mothers work on a livestock farm. At six o'clock in the evening they go to the kindergarten for the children.

Mom dresses Vasilka, takes him by the hand, leads him along and says:

- Let's go, Vasilko, home.

And Tolya dresses himself, takes his mother by the hand, leads him along and says:

- Let's go home, Mom. The road was covered with snow. There is only a narrow path in the snow. Vasilko's mother walks through the snow, and her son follows the path. After all, she leads Vasilko home.

Tolya walks through the snow, and mom follows the path. After all, Tolya is taking her mother home.

Twelve years have passed. Vasilko and Tolya became strong, slender, handsome young men.

In winter, when the roads were covered with deep snow, Vasilka's mother fell seriously ill.

On the same day, Tolin's mother also fell ill.

The doctor lived in a neighboring village, five kilometers away.

Vasilko went out into the street, looked at the snow and said:

Is it possible to walk on such snow? - He stood a little and returned to the house.

And Tolya went through deep snow to a neighboring village and returned with a doctor.

Vasily Sukhomlinsky

The legend of motherly love

The mother had an only son. He married a girl of amazing beauty. But the girl's heart was black, unkind.

The son brought his young wife into the house. The mother-in-law disliked the daughter-in-law, she said to her husband: “Let the mother not come into the hut, put her in the hallway.”

The son settled the mother in the hallway, forbade her to enter the hut ... But the daughter-in-law did not think this was enough. She says to her husband: "So that the spirit of the mother does not smell in the hut."

The son moved his mother to the barn. Only at night did the mother come out into the air. A young beauty was resting one evening under a blossoming apple tree and saw her mother come out of the barn.

The wife became furious and ran to her husband: “If you want me to live with you, kill your mother, take the heart out of her chest and bring it to me.” The filial heart did not tremble, he was bewitched by the unprecedented beauty of his wife. He says to his mother: "Let's go, mom, we swim in the river." Go to the river rocky shore. Mother tripped on a stone. The son got angry: “Look under your feet. So we will go to the river until the evening.

They came, undressed, bathed. The son killed the mother, took out her heart from her chest, put it on a maple leaf, carries it. A mother's heart flutters.

The son stumbled on a stone, fell, hit, a hot mother's heart fell on a sharp cliff, bloodied, startled and whispered: “Son, didn’t you hurt your knee? Sit down, rest, rub the bruised place with your palm.

The son sobbed, grabbed his mother's heart in his palms, pressed it to his chest, returned to the river, put his heart into his torn chest, poured hot tears over him. He understood that no one loved and could not love him as devotedly and disinterestedly as his own mother.

So great was the mother's love, so deep and all strong was the desire of the mother's heart to see her son happy, that the heart came to life, the torn chest closed, the mother stood up and pressed her son's head to her chest. After that, the son could not return to his wife, she became hateful to him. The mother did not return home either. Together they went through the steppes and became two mounds. Every morning the rising sun illuminates the tops of the mounds with its first rays...

Vasily Sukhomlinsky

I won't be anymore

In the spring, fifth-graders helped the collective farmers to plant watermelons and melons. Two old men supervised the work - grandfather Dmitry and grandfather Dementy. Both of them were gray-haired, both of their faces were covered with wrinkles. They seemed to be the same age as the children. None of the children knew that grandfather Dementy was the father of grandfather Dmitry, one of them was ninety years old, and the other was over seventy.

And so it seemed to grandfather Dementy that his son had incorrectly prepared watermelon seeds for planting. Surprised children heard how grandfather Dementy began to teach grandfather Dmitry:

- How slow you are, son, how slow-witted ... I have been teaching you for a century and I cannot teach you. Watermelon seeds need to be kept warm, but what did you do? They got cold... They will sit motionless in the ground for a week...

Grandfather Dmitry stood in front of grandfather Dementy, like a seven-year-old boy: evenly, shifting from foot to foot, bowing his head ... and whispering respectfully:

- Tatu, this will not happen again, sorry, tattoo ...

The children thought. Each of them remembered his father.

Vasily Sukhomlinsky

birthday dinner

Nina has a big family: mother, father, two brothers, two sisters, grandmother. Nina is the smallest: she is nine years old. Grandmother is the oldest; she is eighty-two years old. When the family is having dinner, Grandma's hand trembles. Everyone is used to it and try not to notice. If someone looks at grandmother's hand and thinks: why is she trembling? Her hand trembles even more. Grandmother carries a spoon - the spoon trembles, droplets drip onto the table.

Nina's birthday is coming soon. Mother said that there would be dinner on her name day. She and her grandmother will bake a big sweet pie. Let Nina invite her friends.

Guests arrived. Mom covers the table with a white tablecloth. Nina thought: and the grandmother will sit down at the table, and her hand is trembling. Girlfriends will laugh, tell everyone at school.

Nina said quietly to her mother:

- Mom, let grandma not sit at the table today ...

- Why? Mom was surprised.

- Her hand is trembling ... Dripping on the table ...

Mom turned pale. Without saying a word, she removed the white tablecloth from the table and hid it in the closet.

Mom sat silent for a long time, then said:

Our grandmother is sick today. There will be no birthday dinner.

Congratulations, Nina, happy birthday. My wish to you: be a real person.

Vasily Sukhomlinsky

The most affectionate hands

A little girl came with her mother to a big city. They went to the market. The mother was holding her daughter by the hand. The girl saw something interesting, clapped her hands for joy and got lost in the crowd. Lost and crying.

- Mother! Where is my mom?

People surrounded the girl and ask:

- What's your name, girl?

- What is your mother's name? Say we'll find her right now.

- Mom's name…. mother... mother...

People smiled, reassured the girl and asked again:

- Well, tell me, what are your mother's eyes: black, blue, blue, gray?

“Her eyes are… the kindest…”

- What about braids? Well, what kind of hair does your mother have black, blond?

“Hair… the most beautiful…”

People smiled again. Ask:

- Well, tell me what kind of hands she has ... Maybe she has some kind of mole on her hand, remember.

“Her hands are… the most affectionate.

And announced on the radio:

“The girl is lost. Her mother has the kindest eyes, the most beautiful braids, the most affectionate hands in the world.

And my mom found it right away.

Vasily Sukhomlinsky

How the Nightingale waters her children

Nightingale has three chicks in the nest. All day long Nightingale brings them food - insects, flies, spiders. The nightingales have eaten, they are sleeping. And at night, before dawn, they ask to drink. Nightingale flies into the grove. On the leaves - pure, pure dew. Nightingale finds the purest drop of dew, takes it in his beak and flies to the nest, brings his children to drink. Puts a drop on a leaf. Nightingales drink water. And at this time, the sun is rising. Nightingale flies again for insects.

Vasily Sukhomlinsky

Yurko - Timurovets

Third-grader Yurko became a Timurovite. Even the commander of a small Timurovsky detachment. There are nine boys in his squad. They help two grandmothers who live on the outskirts of the village. They planted apple trees and roses near their huts, they water them. They bring water, go to the store for bread.

Today is a rainy autumn day. Yurko and the boys went to chop wood for their grandmother. Came home tired and angry.

He took off his shoes, hung up his coat. Both boots and coat are covered in mud.

Yurko sat down at the table. His mother serves him dinner, while his grandmother washes his shoes and brushes his coat.

Vasily Sukhomlinsky

How Vasilko was born

- Children, today is the birthday of your friend - Vasilko. Today you, Vasilko, are eight years old. I congratulate you on your birthday. I will tell you, children, how Vasilko was born.

Vasilka was not yet in the world, his father worked as a tractor driver, and his mother worked in the sericulture link.

The young wife of a tractor driver was preparing to become a mother. In the evening, the young husband was going to take his wife to the maternity hospital tomorrow.

A blizzard broke out at night, poured a lot of snow, the roads were covered with snowdrifts. The car could not move, and there was no way to postpone the trip, the young woman felt: a child would soon be born. The husband left for the tractor, and at that time the wife began to experience terrible pain.

The husband adapted a large sleigh to the tractor, laid his wife on them, left the house, and seven kilometers to the maternity hospital. The snowstorm does not stop, the steppe is covered with a white veil, the wife is moaning, the tractor is barely making its way through the snowdrifts.

Halfway there, it became impossible to go further, the tractor sank in snowdrifts, the engine stalled. A young husband approached his wife, lifted her from the sleigh, wrapped her in a blanket and carried her in his arms, with incredible difficulty getting out of one snowdrift and plunging into another.

The blizzard raged, the snow blinded his eyes, the husband was drenched in sweat, his heart burst out of his chest; it seemed that one more step - and there would be no more strength, but at the same time it was clear to a person that if he stopped even for a minute, he would die.

After a few tens of meters, he stopped for a moment, threw off his coat, remaining in a padded jacket.

The wife groaned in her arms, the wind howled in the steppe, and the husband in those moments did not think about anything except a small living creature that was about to be born and for which he, a young tractor driver Stepan, is responsible to his wife, to his father and mother, to his grandfather and grandmother, in front of the whole human race, in front of his conscience.

The young father walked four terrible kilometers for several hours; he knocked on the door of the maternity hospital in the evening; knocked, handed over to the nurses his wife wrapped in a blanket and fell unconscious. When the blanket was unrolled, the astonished doctors could not believe their eyes: a child was lying next to his wife - alive, strong. He had just been born, the mother began to feed her son here, in the corridor, and the doctors surrounded the bed in which the father was lying.

Ten days was Stepan between life and death.

The doctors saved his life.

Thus Vasilko was born.

Tamara Lombina

Everyone has their own happiness

Fedka has long dreamed of a bicycle. He even dreamed about it: red, with a shiny steering wheel and a bell. You go, and the counter - click, click! - considers how many kilometers you have clocked.

And yesterday he just couldn't believe his eyes: the son of the farmer Avdeev Vaska was bought a bicycle. Exactly the one that Fedka dreamed of! It would be at least a different color, or something ...

Fedka never seemed to be envious, but here he even cried into his pillow, he was so sorry for his dream. He didn’t pester his mother with questions, they say, when they also buy a bike for him - he knows that his parents have no money.

And now Vaska rushed past his yard ... Fedka watered the holes with cucumbers and quietly swallowed his tears.

As always on time, Uncle Ivan burst into the yard with noise, laughter and such a familiar cough. Unlucky, that was the name of his relatives. He graduated from some very smart institute and came to his native village. Here there is no work for his head and there will not be, and the uncle did not want another job, he got a job tending horses at the Avdeevs.

It's amazing how he always manages to understand that Fedka is in trouble.

- Fedul, that he pouted his lips, - his uncle asked slyly looking into his eyes, - did you burn the caftan?

But then Vaska rushed past the yard, ringing like crazy. Uncle Ivan looked at Fedka knowingly.

“Will you go with me tonight?” he suggested unexpectedly.

- Can? Will mom let me?

“Yes, we’ll persuade the two of us,” assured the resilient uncle.

How wonderful this uncle Ivan is!

In the evening he arrived on a white Orlik, and next to Orlik ran Ognivko - a young red horse with thin legs, a fiery mane, huge and cunning eyes. Fedka himself does not remember how he sat on Ognivka. Under the envious glances of the boys, they drove through the whole village, and then rolled through the meadow through the clouds. Yes, yes, Uncle Ivan said that clouds descend into their Silver Log at night to sleep until morning. It's so cool to ride through the cloud, completely surrendering to Firefire's instincts. And then, right on horseback, they rode into a warm, like fresh milk, river. Ognivko turned out to be so smart, they played so well with him in the water! Fedka hid behind the other horses, but he found him and with soft lips managed to grab him by the ear ...

Already exhausted, Fedka climbed ashore. Ognivko was still running and playing with the foals, and then he came and lay down next to Fedka. Uncle Ivan cooked an ear. Whenever he succeeds. When did he manage to catch the fish?

Fedka lay down on his back and... screwed up his eyes—the sky looked at him with all the stars. From the fire there was a delicious smell of smoke, fish soup, and from Flint, from his breath it was so calm. It was nice to feel such a lively smell of a young half-foal, half-horse. The crickets sang some endless song of happiness.

Fedka even laughed: so unnecessary and ugly now, here, next to the stars, the dreamed-up bicycle seemed. Fedka embraced Ognivka and felt that his soul flew high, high, to the stars. For the first time he understood what happiness is.

Boris Almazov

Gorbushka

Grishka from our middle group brought a plastic straw to the kindergarten. At first he whistled at her, and then he began to spit plasticine balls out of her. He was spitting on the sly, and our teacher, Inna Konstantinovna, did not see anything.

I was on duty in the dining room that day. Inna Konstantinovna says that this is the most responsible post. The most responsible thing is to spread the soup, because you can’t take a plate by the edges - you can dip your fingers, and carry it hot on your palms! But I spread the whole soup well. Just great! I didn't even spill it on the tables! He began to lay out the bread on bread plates, then all the guys came, and this Grishka with his straw. I carried the tray to the kitchen, and I carried one humpback in my hand - I left it for myself, I love humpbacks very much. Then Grishka blows at me! The plasticine ball hit me right in the forehead and bounced into my bowl of soup! Grishka began to laugh, and the guys began to giggle too. They laugh at me that a ball hit me in the forehead.

I felt so offended: I tried, I was on duty with all my might, and he hit me in the forehead, and everyone laughs. I grabbed my humpback and how I launched it into Grishka. I throw very well! Aptly! Hit him right on the back of the head. He even groaned - wow what a humpback! Not some kind of plasticine ball. The crust from his cropped head bounced off and rolled along the floor across the entire dining room for a long time - that's how hard I threw it!

But it immediately became quiet in the dining room, because Inna Konstantinovna blushed and began to look at me! She bent down, slowly picked up the crust, dusted it off, and placed it on the edge of the table.

“After a quiet hour and an afternoon snack,” she said, “everyone will go for a walk, and Serezha will remain in the playroom and think carefully about his act. Serezha goes to kindergarten alone, but I feel I need to talk to his parents. Seryozha! Let your dad or mom come tomorrow!

When I came home, dad had already returned from work and was reading the newspaper, lying on the sofa. He is very tired at his factory, once he even fell asleep at dinner.

- Well how are you? - he asked.

“It’s fine,” I answered and hurried to my corner to my toys as soon as possible. I thought dad would read his newspaper again, but he folded it, got up from the sofa and squatted next to me.

– Is it all right?

- Yes OK! All is good! Wonderful... - and faster dump truck

I load with cubes, but for some reason they are not loaded, and they jump out of my hands.

- Well, if everything is fine, then why do some people in a hat enter the room and, having come from the street, do not wash their hands?

And indeed, I in a hat and forgot to wash my hands!

- In general, yes! Dad said when I got back from the bathroom. “Come on, tell me what happened to you?”

“But because Inna Konstantinovna,” I say, “is an unjust person!” He will not understand, but punishes! Grishka was the first to throw a ball at me in the forehead, and then I threw it with a crust ... He was the first, and she punished me!

- What humpback?

- Ordinary! From round bread. Grishka was the first to start, and me

punished! Is this fair?

Papa did not answer, he just sat on the sofa, hunched over, his hands hanging between his knees. He has such big hands and veins, like ropes. He got very upset.

“What do you think,” Dad asked, “what were you punished for?”

- Not to fight! But Grishka was the first to start!

- So! Dad said. - Come on, bring my folder. It's on the table, in the bottom drawer.

Her dad very rarely gets her. This is a large leather folder. There are dad's certificates of honor, photographs of how he served in the navy. (I'll be a sailor too when I grow up). Dad took out not photographs of his fellow sailors, but an envelope made of yellowed paper.

Have you ever wondered why you don't have a grandma or a grandpa?

“I thought about it,” I said. - This is very bad. Some guys have two grandfathers and two grandmothers, but I have no one ...

- Why aren't they? Dad asked.

“They died in the war.

“Yes,” said dad. He took out a narrow strip of paper. “Notification,” he read, and I saw how my father’s chin trembled small and often: “Having shown courage and heroism as part of the amphibious assault, he died the death of the brave ...” - this is one of your grandfathers. My father. And this one: “He died of wounds and general physical exhaustion…” – this is your second grandfather, your mother’s father.

- And grandmothers! I shouted, because I felt very sorry for them all.

“They died in the blockade. You know about the blockade. The Nazis surrounded our city, and Leningrad was left completely without food.

And without bread? These words came out in a whisper.

- A day they gave out one hundred and twenty-five grams ... One piece, the kind that you eat at dinner ...

- And that's all ... Yes, and this bread was with chaff and needles ... Blockade, in general, bread.

Dad pulled out a photo from the envelope. Schoolchildren were filmed there. All bald and terribly thin.

“Well,” Dad said, “find me.

All the guys were like each other, like brothers. They had tired faces and sad eyes.

“Here,” Dad pointed to a boy in the second row. - Here's your mom. I would never have known her at all. I thought it was a five year old boy.

“This is our orphanage. They did not manage to take us out, and we were in Leningrad throughout the blockade. Sometimes soldiers or sailors came to us and brought a whole bag of bread. Our mother was very small and rejoiced: “Khlebushko! Bread!", and we, the older guys, already understood that the soldiers had given us their daily rations and, therefore, they were sitting there in the trenches in the cold, completely hungry ...

I wrapped my arms around my father and shouted:

- Daddy! Punish me as you wish!

- What you! Dad picked me up. - Just understand, son, bread is not just food ... And you put it on the floor ...

“I will never again!” I whispered.

“I know,” Dad said.

We stood at the window. Our big Leningrad, covered with snow,

glowed with lights and was so beautiful, as if the New Year was coming soon!

- Dad, tomorrow, when you come to the kindergarten, tell me about bread. Tell all the guys, even Grishka...

“Okay,” said dad, “I’ll come and tell you.”

The stories were collected by Tamara Lombina

Member of the Writers' Union of Russia, candidate of psychological sciences.

promised yesterday))) did not work out a bit. As usual, I can't.

So read it)))

I was born in Kazakhstan, then still the KSSR, and my whole family still lives there in Kazakhstan.

We had a big family, dad, mom, brother, sister and I was the last

mom, dad at their wedding.

Dad worked all his short life as an electrician, a foreman at a factory in a team of electricians. He was a deputy of our district twice, was a member of the party, but after perestroika happened, etc., etc. ... The party was gone and it went off, they were laid off from work, moonlighting, rocking, grannies paid funfyrikami, in general, broke him and ruined. .. died at 43, when I was under 14 years old. At 42, my mother stayed with the three of us, in the difficult late nineties, she pulled out as best she could. She worked all her life as an educator in a kindergarten, then in a boarding school for mentally retarded children, then in a preschool orphanage. She retired last year.

Four years ago I met D. Tolya and signed three years ago. Thanks to D. Tole, she pampers her mother and blows dust off her, I wish it to continue like this.

Here is a photo with my mother's husband.

I love my mother, she is kind, even good-natured, she always wants everyone to be well, I spoiled a lot of blood for her in my transitional age, it was hard for us to get along with the calf and the scorpion, but I am very ashamed of my behavior, now at every opportunity I try to confess how much I love her.

This is the family of my older brother (we have a difference of 6.5 years). Now the kids are of course older. Nastya will be 15 in November, the bride is already growing a beauty, and Alexei was 9 in December - an excellent student so far, he is the best student in the class.

This is the family of my older sister (we have a difference of 4.5 years) My sister really covered her eyes from the sun))) Olga's niece studies at the gymnasium, so far well, but very lazy)) And Mishutka still goes to kindergarten.

Well, now I live with my husband and daughter in Russia in the city of Biysk, Altai Territory. She came to study and stayed. I met my husband at my first job. It’s even such a coincidence that we had a single number in our employment order))) As you already know, we have been waiting for our daughter for a very long time, six years. Together we will be eight years in May this year, and in August five years as officially married)))

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PART WITH FAMILY
book for family education at school

Target group:
For parents, educators, teachers, psychologists.

Description: There are 33 detailed lessons in the book, which include fairy tales, games, creative tasks and conversations. All tasks are designed so that not only children, but also members of their families participate in the work on them. To do this, the authors suggest interviewing parents, holding joint holidays, creating drawings and letters of gratitude addressed to adults. Along with the development of moral relationships in the family, much attention is paid to the creative development of the child's personality, the formation of the ability to perceive the goodness, justice and beauty of the world around. The materials of the book can be used by teachers, educators, parents.

Functional purpose: revival of the moral and ethical traditions of the family; building a model of meaningful relationships with relatives from the standpoint of morality; sociocultural adaptation of children through the formation and consolidation of communication skills; the formation of positive self-esteem, the development of trusting relationships in the family; development in children of the ability to comprehend reality from the standpoint of moral and ethical standards; development of independent understanding of "eternal questions": about being, the world and the role of the individual in it.

Children's books from the Moral and Creative Development of a Child series

BOOK "HAPPINESS OF THE FAMILY"

Fragments from the book "Family Happiness"

LESSON 1

MOTHER'S PORTRAIT

Conversation:

Read the proverb to the children: “It is light under the sun, but good under the mother.”

What do sunshine and mother's love have in common?
The teacher draws the sun of maternal love on the board and asks the children to list the qualities of their mothers, from which they feel warm and light. Everything listed by children is recorded in the rays of the sun of motherly love.
What beautiful qualities have appeared in you under the influence of the rays of this sun?
What words do you greet your mother when she comes home?
You can invite children to draw magical mother's eyes.

Homework:
Draw a help flower for your mom.

From a series of children's books -
book about family: fairy tales, stories, games, creative conversations

LESSON 2

THE MIRACLE OF MOTHER'S LOVE

Homework:
In turn, the children show their help flowers for mom and talk about them. Invite the children to hang their help flower on the wall at home and from time to time try to do what its petals suggest.

Conversation:
To the music, read the statements about mother and motherly love:

N. Ostrovsky
There is a most beautiful being to whom we are always indebted - this is the mother.

M. Gorky
All the pride of the world comes from mothers. Without the sun, flowers do not bloom, without love there is no happiness, without a woman there is no love, without a mother there is no man.

V. Sukhomlinsky
If from childhood you have not learned to look into your mother's eyes and see anxiety or peace in them, you will remain a moral ignoramus for the rest of your life.

Ask the children to list what a mother's love might be like. (Magical, tender, faithful, patient, forgiving). Everything listed by the children is written on the board. Children are divided into groups. Each group should give examples of different situations in which a mother shows her children this or that kind of love.

From a series of children's books -
book about family: fairy tales, stories, games, creative conversations

LESSON THREE

MOM'S HEART

Read the story:

MOTHER'S HEART

M. Skrebtsova

A big beauty birch grew in the forest with three little daughters - thin-stemmed birch trees. With her spreading branches, the Birch mother protected her daughters from wind and rain. And in the hot summer - from the scorching sun. Birches quickly grew up and enjoyed life. Next to their mother, they were not afraid of anything.

One day a severe thunderstorm broke out in the forest. Thunder rumbled, lightning flashed in the sky. The little birches trembled with fear. Birch tightly hugged them with branches and began to reassure: “Do not be afraid, lightning will not notice you behind my branches. I am the tallest tree in the forest."

Before Birch's mother had time to finish, a deafening crack sounded, a sharp lightning struck directly at Birch and scorched the core of the trunk. Birch, remembering that she must protect her daughters, did not catch fire. The downpour and the wind tried to knock down Birch, but she still stood.

Not for a minute did Bereza forget about 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, the trunk of the Birch swayed. As she fell, she whispered to her children: “Don't be afraid, I'm not leaving you. Lightning failed to break my heart. My fallen trunk will be overgrown with moss and grass, but a mother's heart will never stop beating in it. With these words, the trunk of Mother Birch collapsed, without hitting any of the three thin-barreled daughters during 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 forest, sit down to rest on the birch trunk - it is surprisingly soft! And then close your eyes and listen. You will surely hear how a mother's heart beats in it ...

Questions and tasks for the fairy tale:
Tell us how three friendly sisters will live without a mother. In what and how will the mother's heart help them?
Imagine that all the trees are a big family. Tell us who are the parents in this family, who are the grandparents, who are the children.
Why do you think mothers always protect their children?
Think and tell how you can help your mother if she has trouble at work, feels unwell, etc.
Imagine that your mother had to leave for one week, and you need to do all your mother's business for a week. List these tasks and think about when and how you will do them.

Paperwork
Write about a situation in your life when your friendship with your mother helped you.
Creative task
The teacher draws a big heart on the board. This is a mother's heart. Children should list the treasures that are stored in the mother's heart. For example: love, kindness, sacrifice, faith, diligence. The teacher writes all the treasures named by the children in the drawing on the blackboard.
Then the children are divided into groups. Each group chooses one treasure for itself and composes a fairy tale about a mother who gave this treasure to her children.

The game "Magic mother's eyes"
Ask the children to list what mother's eyes look like when she looks at her children. (Kind, bright, gentle) The teacher writes down everything listed by the children on the board. Invite the children to look at each other through their mother's eyes and describe what they saw in each other.

Picture
Turn on the music, ask the children to close their eyes and imagine a bouquet of love that they would like to give to their mother. Then the children tell what flowers their love bouquet consists of and draw it. Invite the children to give these drawings to their mothers.

Homework
Watch your mom and write down everything that her hands do in one day (a few days, a week).

Children's books -
Fairy tales, family stories, games, creative conversations

LESSON SEVENTEEN

ELDERLY PEOPLE

Conversation

Questions and tasks for the conversation:
The teacher divides the board into two parts and titles them with the words: “children” and “elderly people”. Children list the main features inherent in these two groups of people. Everything listed by the children is written on the board.
The teacher divides the children into groups and asks them to make psychological portraits of children and the elderly on the following issues:
What are they doing?
What do they like and dislike the most?
Where do they like to live, walk, relax?
When are they happiest?
What can't they do and why?

According to the compiled portraits, a conclusion is made about what is common between children and the elderly.

Read the story:

AT LIBKA GOD

M. Skrebtsova

The little girl wept bitterly as she clung to the garden fence. The gardener came up and asked kindly:
- What's the matter with you, my dear flower? Did someone offend you?

Me a boy, a stone ... - the girl sobbed, and the gardener saw a huge bruise on her cheek.

Oh, honey, come here quickly, - the gardener got worried. She made the girl a lotion, gave her cherry juice to drink, and took her to show her garden. The girl had already calmed down and chirped cheerfully, looking at the flowers.

Oh, how tender they are, - the girl sat down in front of a large flower bed of Chinese roses.

The gardener asked the girl to wait and cut for her a huge bouquet of yellow Chinese roses with the words:
- This is for you, so that you forget about all the bad things. Somewhere in distant China, beautiful people brought these roses to give you their soft yellow smile.

The girl suddenly blushed and asked again:
- They grew up in China, these roses?

Yes, for you ... - the gardener wanted to add something else, but when she saw that the girl's face suddenly became sad and confused, she said:
- Then come to me and I will tell you their wonderful story, and now run home, you don't feel well.

Then she walked the girl to the corner and kissed her affectionately goodbye.

As the gardener slowly walked back, she saw a boy sitting right on the sidewalk and sobbing. “Another crying baby! thought the gardener. “Who is it that offends all children today?”

Who offended you, dear flower? she asked the boy affectionately.
The boy began to cry even louder, and no matter how the gardener tried to comfort him, he could not stop. Only when she brought him to her house and wanted to give him juice to drink, he suddenly said through his tears:
- I do not need juice, I beat the girl here with a stone! I didn't want to... - and he began to cry even louder.

The gardener asked excitedly:
- Why did you do that?

The boy answered with difficulty, sobbing and stuttering:
- We recently arrived here from China. My dad has a new job in this city. I really like it here, but Mary... Mary says every day that God does not like those who have a yellow face and eyes that are not like everyone else. She deliberately narrows her eyes with her hands when she passes by, and repeats that we are descended from narrow-eyed monkeys. I usually don't pay attention to it, but tonight I had a beautiful dream. I dreamed of the smile of God. She was of all the colors and colors of the earth. And I heard the voice of God, who said that without me and my family, the earth would not be so wonderful, and He also said that he hopes for me ... I even woke up from happiness and thought - how can God hope for those whom does he not love?

I wanted to tell Mary everything and followed her after school.
She looked around, and her face broke into such a contemptuous grimace that I could not stand it, grabbed a stone and threw it ...

The boy sobbed again and asked:
- Now God will no longer rely on me, since I could not tell Mary about His smile?

The gardener hugged the boy again and said:
- I think your smile is now fragrant on Mary's table, and she admires her beauty ...

The boy looked surprised, but the gardener did not explain anything. She took the boy by the hand and led him to her flower garden, where many different flowers grew. She plucked one flower from all of them, and then silently handed the bouquet to the boy. A grateful smile appeared on his tear-stained face.

Looking at her, the gardener thought: “It's amazing how much there is in common between flowers and children! The Lord created an amazing miracle by creating them so similar.

Questions and tasks for the fairy tale:
What was the gardener from the fairy tale?
List the main features of her character.
How did she feel about children and flowers?
What knowledge and skills did she have?
What did she teach the children?
Would you like to have such a grandmother?
What flower from her garden would you like to receive as a gift?
What would you like to learn from her?

Paperwork
The teacher asks the children to list various good qualities, for example: kindness, mercy, wisdom. Everything listed by the children is written on the board.
Everyone should tell about some act of their grandparents, in which certain good qualities were manifested.

Picture
Draw a magical flower of wisdom or a bouquet of happiness for your grandparents.

Homework
Carefully observe your grandparents and write an essay on the topic: “What grandparents teach us.”

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The game:
Children stand in a circle. The teacher with the ball is in the center of the circle. In turn, he throws the ball to the children and asks some question about mom, for example: “Do I need to consult with mom?” If the child thinks it is necessary, he catches the ball; if, in his opinion, his mother does not need to be consulted, he misses the ball. If someone does not agree with the opinion of a particular child, the game stops and everyone discusses this issue.

Questions for the game:
Do you need to miss your mom?
Do I need to constantly wait for gifts from my mother?
Should I feel sorry for my mother?
Should I praise my mother?
Do I need to be interested in my mother's affairs?
Is it necessary to hide the truth from mom so as not to upset her?

Paperwork:
Describe any miracle that your mother's heart gave you.

Homework:
Interview your mom and record it.

Buy the book "Family Commandments"

city ​​competition

literary works of schoolchildren

"My Republic"

Theme: story "Friendly family"

Muzipova Elina

3 to class

MBOU "Secondary School No. 22"

Teacher: Shvetsova Valentina Alexandrovna

October

2015

Hello, I want to introduce you to my wonderful family, which consists of mom, dad, brother and me, Elina Muzipova. I am nine years old, I am in the third grade.

I love all my family very much. The closest person to me and my best friend is my mother. Her name is Elvira Ravilovna. My mother is sweet, nice, kind, smart, beautiful, and fair. She affectionately calls me Elinyusha, and my brother "Bunny".

I really love talking to her. It is interesting to listen to her explanations and advice. They are always correct. I have convinced myself of this many times. They say that my mother and I are very similar. I'm proud of it. We do all the housework together. After all, it's more fun together. We prepare dinners for our men, bake pies, put things in order in the house. Mom teaches me to knit, sew clothes for my dolls - daughters. I can't do without my mom. I can’t live without her tenderness, kindness and affection, so I really appreciate and feel sorry for my mom.

My second best friend is my dad.

His name is Eldar Ilfatovich. I don't see much of my dad because he works very hard. He leads a team of oilmen. His team is engaged in the repair of oil wells. He has a very responsible position. He has to go to work even on weekends. It's great if dad has a day off! I love to play with him, it can be very noisy and fun. He knows how to come up with very interesting games and performances. Our dad is kind and affectionate. He buys gifts for the whole family and arranges all sorts of surprises for us.I respect dad very much, love and obey.

I also want to talk about Rizvan. Rizvan is my younger brother. He is very kind, sociable and funny. Now I am teaching him to read. He is a diligent student. We have already learned half the letters of the alphabet. He is the best in the world!

From early childhood, when I was even in diapers, I was brought up not only by my parents, but also by my grandmother Fanilya Rizvanovna, she is 72 years old. I just call her "Grandma". She and I are very good friends. We love to talk, in the summer we weed and water the beds together, pick berries, feed the turkeys. She always tries to help me and I love her very much!

And my grandfather is Ilfat Islamovich. - an avid fisherman. Together with him, we often go fishing throughout the Tuymazinsky district. My grandfather and I - we catch crucians, perches, we also collect mushrooms and berries. There are especially many of them in Ermekeyevo. We go there to visit our grandfather's brother, who lives in the bosom of nature. There are even hives with bees, it is very interesting for me to watch them.The smell of honey and fresh sour cream on a slice of warm bread... It will stay with me for the rest of my life.

We have a pet - a parrot, his name is Innokenty. I love our little prankster. Kesha is everyone's favorite. When we let him out of the cage, we play catch-up with him, I run around the rooms, and he, like a small airplane, catches up with me. He likes to misbehave - he pecks at wallpapers, likes to "read" newspapers.

I also like to spend my holidaysin the Bashkir village of Nichka-Bulyak.

Already approaching the old house of my great-grandmother, I begin to worry. My beloved grandparents, mom and dad, uncles and aunts grew up here. All my sisters and brothers and their parents gather here every time for Sabantuy and other national holidays. What our ancestors teach is not forgotten. And we, still children, live, absorbing traditions - we hear folk tales from our grandmothers, mothers sing lullabies to us in their native language, brothers and fathers participate in national competitions, beautiful sisters dance in Bashkir costumes.

That's what my family is like. I love her very much.

I'm happy. And happiness, in my opinion, is to have parents, to be close to your relatives, to live in your homeland.