Our ship was anchored off the coast of Africa. It was a fine day, with a fresh breeze blowing from the sea; but towards evening the weather changed: it became stuffy and, as if from a melted stove, hot air from the Sahara desert was blowing at us. Read...

When I was six years old, I asked my mother to let me sew. She said: “You are still small, you will only prick your fingers”; and I kept coming. Mother took a red piece of paper from the chest and gave it to me; then she threaded a red thread into the needle and showed me how to hold it. Read...

The father was going to the city, and I told him: “Dad, take me with you.” And he says: “You will freeze there; where you are." I turned around, cried and went into the closet. I cried and cried and fell asleep. Read...

My grandfather lived in a bee garden in the summer. When I visited him, he gave me honey. Read...

I love my brother anyway, but more because he joined the soldiers for me. Here's how it happened: they began to throw lots. The lot fell on me, I had to go to the soldiers, and then I got married a week ago. I did not want to leave my young wife. Read...

I had an uncle Ivan Andreevich. He taught me to shoot when I was 13 years old. He took out a small gun and let me shoot it when we went for a walk. And I killed a jackdaw once and a magpie another time. Read...

I was walking down the road when I heard a scream behind me. The shepherd boy screamed. He ran across the field and pointed at someone. Read...

In our house, behind a window shutter, a sparrow built a nest and laid five testicles. My sisters and I watched as a sparrow carried a straw and a feather to the shutter and made a nest there. And then, when he put eggs there, we were very happy. Read...

We had an old man, Pimen Timofeyitch. He was 90 years old. He lived with his grandson idle. His back was bent, he walked with a stick and quietly moved his legs. He had no teeth at all, his face was wrinkled. His lower lip trembled; when he walked and when he spoke, he slapped his lips, and it was impossible to understand what he was saying. Read...

Once I stood in the yard and looked at the nest of swallows under the roof. Both swallows flew away in my presence, and the nest was left empty. Read...

I planted two hundred young apple trees and for three years in spring and autumn I dug them in, and wrapped them in straw for the winter. In the fourth year, when the snow melted, I went to look at my apple trees. Read...

When we lived in the city, we studied every day, only on Sundays and holidays we went for a walk and played with our brothers. Once the priest said: “The older children should learn to ride. Send them to the arena." Read...

We lived poorly on the edge of the village. I had a mother, a nanny (older sister) and a grandmother. Grandmother went about in an old chuprun and a thin paneva, and tied her head with some kind of rag, and a bag hung under her throat. Read...

I got myself a setter for the pheasants. This dog was called Milton: it was tall, thin, speckled in grey, with long beaks and ears, and very strong and intelligent. Read...

When I left the Caucasus, there was still a war there, and it was dangerous to travel at night without an escort. Read...

From the village I did not go straight to Russia, but first to Pyatigorsk, and stayed there for two months. I gave Milton to a Cossack hunter, and I took Bulka with me to Pyatigorsk. Read...

Bulka and Milton ended at the same time. The old Cossack did not know how to deal with Milton. Instead of taking him with him only on a bird, he began to lead him after wild boars. And in the same autumn, the boar billhook speared it. No one knew how to sew it up, and Milton died. Read...

I had a muzzle. Her name was Bulka. She was all black, only the tips of her front paws were white. Read...

Once in the Caucasus we went hunting for wild boars, and Bulka came running with me. As soon as the hounds drove off, Bulka rushed to their voice and disappeared into the forest. It was in the month of November; wild boars and pigs then are very fat. Read...

Once I went hunting with Milton. Near the forest, he began to search, stretched out his tail, raised his ears and began to sniff. I prepared my gun and followed him. I thought he was looking for a partridge, a pheasant, or a hare.

Despite the fact that Tolstoy was of the nobility, he always found time to communicate with peasant children, and even opened a school for them on his estate.

The great Russian writer, a man of progressive views, Leo Tolstoy died on a train at the Astapovo station. According to his will, he was buried in Yasnaya Polyana, on a hill where, as a child, little Leo was looking for a “green stick” that would help make all people happy.

Recently, the publishing house "Children's Literature" published a wonderful collection of Leo Tolstoy's "Little Stories". The book contains the works of Leo Tolstoy for children, included in the "ABC", "New ABC" and "Russian books for reading". Therefore, the collection is ideal for teaching reading, as well as for independent reading, when the child is just entering the world of great literature. Many works are included in the preschool education program, as well as textbooks for elementary and secondary schools.

This is a book of stories from our childhood, written in really "great and mighty" Russian. The edition turned out to be light and very "home".

The collection consists of four parts:
1. "From the New ABC" - a part of the book intended for children who are just learning to read. It included exercises for reading, where the main thing is the language form for getting to know all the letters and sounds. The font in this part is very large.
2. Little stories - the author's familiar realistic stories, such as Filipok, Kostochka, Shark, Jump, Swans ... They are distinguished by an entertaining plot, memorable images and accessible language. As stated in the appeal to parents, having independently read more serious and voluminous works, the novice reader will believe in himself.
3. Once upon a time - there were - includes mostly fairy tales that we remember from childhood - Three bears, How a man divided geese, Lipunyushka and others.
4. Fables - the fourth part is devoted to fables. "Here you need to help the child comprehend the plot - to teach him to see in the text not just a story about animals, but a story about human vices and weaknesses, to draw conclusions about which actions are good and which are not." The font in these parts is already smaller, but also sufficient for children.

There are 14 artists in the book, and what (!!!). The most beautiful color works of such outstanding masters of children's book illustrations as Nikolai Ustinov, Evgeny Rachev, Veniamin Losin, Viktor Britvin are just a gift to our children. The collection also includes M. Alekseev and N. Stroganova, P. Goslavsky, L. Khailov, S. Yarovoy, E. Korotkova, L. Gladneva, N. Sveshnikova, N. Levinskaya, G. Epishin. There are a lot of illustrations, both full-page and small.

A small book of stories will bring great pleasure to you and your child, and it will also be of great benefit.

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Jackdaw and jug

Galka wanted to drink. There was a jug of water in the yard, and the jug only had water at the bottom.
Jackdaw could not be reached.
She began to throw pebbles into the jug and threw so many that the water became higher and it was possible to drink.

Rats and egg

Two rats found an egg. They wanted to share it and eat it; but they see a crow flying and wants to take the egg.
The rats began to think how to steal an egg from a crow. Carry? - do not grab; roll? - can be broken.
And the rats decided this: one lay on its back, grabbed the egg with its paws, and the other drove it by the tail, and, like on a sleigh, dragged the egg under the floor.

bug

Bug was carrying a bone across the bridge. Look, her shadow is in the water.
It came to the mind of the Bug that there was not a shadow in the water, but a Bug and a bone.
She let her bone in to take that one. She didn’t take that one, but her own went to the bottom.

wolf and goat

The wolf sees that the goat is grazing on a stone mountain and it is impossible for him to get close to her; he said to her: “You should go down: here the place is more even, and the grass for food is much sweeter for you.”
And the Goat says: “That’s not why you, wolf, are calling me down: you are not about mine, but about your fodder.”

monkey and pea

(Fable)
The monkey was carrying two full handfuls of peas. One pea jumped out; the monkey wanted to pick it up and spilled twenty peas.
She rushed to pick it up and spilled everything. Then she got angry, scattered all the peas and ran away.

Mouse, cat and rooster

The mouse went for a walk. She walked around the yard and came back to her mother.
“Well, mother, I saw two animals. One is scary and the other is kind.
The mother said: "Tell me, what kind of animals are these?"
The mouse said: “One scary one, walks around the yard like this: his legs are black, his crest is red, his eyes are protruding, and his nose is hooked. When I walked by, he opened his mouth, lifted his leg and began to scream so loudly that I didn’t know where to go from fear!
"It's a rooster," said the old mouse. He does no harm to anyone, do not be afraid of him. Well, what about the other animal?
The other lay in the sun and warmed himself. His neck is white, his legs are gray, smooth, he licks his white breast and moves his tail a little, looks at me.
The old mouse said: “You are a fool, you are a fool. It's a cat after all."

Lion and mouse

(Fable)

The lion was sleeping. The mouse ran over his body. He woke up and caught her. The mouse began to ask him to let her in; she said: "If you let me go, and I will do you good." The lion laughed that the mouse promised to do good to him, and let it go.

Then the hunters caught the lion and tied it to a tree with a rope. The mouse heard the lion's roar, ran, gnawed through the rope and said: “Remember, you laughed, you didn’t think that I could do good to you, but now you see, sometimes good comes from a mouse.”

Varya and siskin

Varya had a siskin. Chizh lived in a cage and never sang.
Varya came to the chizh. - "It's time for you, siskin, to sing."
- "Let me go free, I will sing all day long."

old man and apple trees

The old man was planting apple trees. They told him: “Why do you need apple trees? It is a long time to wait for fruit from these apple trees, and you will not eat apples from them. The old man said: "I will not eat, others will eat, they will thank me."

Old grandfather and granddaughter

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The grandfather became very old. His legs could not walk, his eyes could not see, his ears could not hear, he had no teeth. And when he ate, it flowed back from his mouth. The son and daughter-in-law stopped putting him at the table, and let him dine at the stove. They took him down once to dine in a cup. He wanted to move it, but he dropped it and broke it. The daughter-in-law began to scold the old man for spoiling everything in the house and breaking cups, and said that now she would give him dinner in the pelvis. The old man just sighed and said nothing. Once a husband and wife sit at home and look - their little son plays planks on the floor - something works out. The father asked: “What are you doing, Misha?” And Misha said: “It’s me, father, I’m doing the pelvis. When you and your mother are old, to feed you from this pelvis.

Husband and wife looked at each other and wept. They felt ashamed that they had offended the old man so much; and from then on they began to put him at the table and look after him.

Leo Tolstoy is known for his monumental works, but his children's works also deserve attention. The famous classic wrote dozens of excellent fairy tales, epics and stories for children, which will be discussed below.

Tales, fables, there were stories

The famous Russian writer Leo Nikolayevich Tolstoy always treated children's literature with special trepidation. The author's long observations of peasant children are reflected in his work. The famous "Azbuka", "New ABC" and "Russian Books for Reading" made a huge contribution to the development of children's education. This edition includes the fairy tales "Three Bears", "Lipunyushka", "Two Brothers", "Filipok", "Jump", stories about the dog Bulka, widely used to this day in preschool and primary school education. Further

Three Bears

The collection of Leo Tolstoy includes essays written more than half a century ago for pupils of the Yasnaya Polyana school. Today, texts are equally popular among children, thanks to a simple and colorful description of worldly wisdom. The illustrations in the book were provided by the famous artist I. Tsygankov. Suitable for senior preschool age. Further

The collected works include such works as Lipunyushka, Shark, as well as Lion and Dog, Two Brothers, the famous Bone, Jump, and, of course, Three Bears. The works were written for all young students in the Yasnaya Polyana estate, but they continue to arouse great interest among the young reader to this day. Further

This publication is a collection of folklore compositions "The Fox and the Crane", "Geese-Swans", "The Gingerbread House", retold by L.N. Eliseeva and A.N. Afanasyeva and the creation of Leo Tolstoy "Three Bears". The works tell about such concepts as kindness, intelligence, justice, and quick wits. Here you will meet well-known fairytale heroes: a cunning fox, an evil gray wolf, Masha, who loved to eat from someone else's cup. The publication is accompanied by pictures by artists Sergei Bordyug and Natalia Trepenok. Further

A collection of fascinating fairy tales about animals with many vivid images for preschool children: "The Fox and the Mouse" by Vitaly Bianchi, "The Traveling Frog" by Vsevolod Garshin, "The Gray Neck" by Dmitry Mamin-Sibiryak, "The Three Bears" by Leo Tolstoy and others. Illustrator - Tatyana Vasilyeva. Further

All the best for children

A golden collection of works by Leo Tolstoy, which will not leave indifferent both kids and older children. The theme of a carefree childhood will appeal to modern children and their parents. The book calls the younger generation to love, kindness and respect, which, perhaps, permeate all the work of the great writer. Further

This is a collection of stories, epics and fairy tales included in the primary school education. A series of stories about dogs by Lev Nikolaevich - Milton and Bulka will not leave boys and girls indifferent primary school. Further

Novels and stories

Leo Tolstoy "Bird" True story

It was Seryozha's birthday, and many different gifts were given to him: tops, horses, and pictures. But more than all the gifts, Uncle Seryozha gave a net to catch birds.

The grid is made in such a way that a plank is attached to the frame, and the grid is thrown back. Pour the seed on a plank and put it in the yard. A bird will fly in, sit on a plank, the plank will turn up, and the net will slam itself shut.

Seryozha was delighted, ran to his mother to show the net. Mother says:

- Not a good toy. What do you want birds? Why would you torture them?

I'll put them in cages. They will sing and I will feed them!

Seryozha took out a seed, poured it on a plank and put the net into the garden. And everything stood, waiting for the birds to fly. But the birds were afraid of him and did not fly to the net.

Seryozha went to dinner and left the net. I looked after dinner, the net slammed shut and a bird beats under the net. Seryozha was delighted, caught the bird and carried it home.

- Mother! Look, I caught a bird, it must be a nightingale! And how his heart beats.

Mother said:

- This is a siskin. Look, do not torture him, but rather let him go.

No, I will feed and water him.

Seryozha chizh put him in a cage and for two days he sprinkled seed on him, and put water on, and cleaned the cage. On the third day he forgot about the siskin and did not change his water.

His mother says to him:

- You see, you forgot about your bird, it's better to let it go.

— No, I won't forget, I'll put water on and clean the cage.

Seryozha put his hand into the cage, began to clean it, but the chizhik was frightened, beating against the cage. Seryozha cleaned out the cage and went to fetch water.

The mother saw that he had forgotten to close the cage, and she shouted to him:

- Seryozha, close the cage, otherwise your bird will fly out and be killed!

Before she had time to say, the siskin found the door, was delighted, spread his wings and flew through the upper room to the window. Yes, he did not see the glass, he hit the glass and fell on the windowsill.

Seryozha came running, took the bird, carried it to the cage.

The chizhik was still alive, but lay on his chest, spreading his wings, and breathing heavily. Seryozha looked and looked and began to cry.

- Mother! What should I do now?

“Now you can’t do anything.

Seryozha did not leave the cage all day long and kept looking at the chizhik, but the chizhik still lay on his chest and breathed heavily. When Seryozha went to sleep, the chizhik was still alive.

Seryozha could not fall asleep for a long time, every time he closed his eyes, he imagined a chizhik, how he lies and breathes.

In the morning, when Seryozha approached the cage, he saw that the siskin was already lying on its back, tucked up its paws and stiffened.

Since then, Seryozha has never caught birds.

Leo Tolstoy "Kitten" True story

There were brother and sister - Vasya and Katya; and they had a cat. In the spring, the cat disappeared. The children looked for her everywhere, but could not find her.

Once they were playing near the barn and heard something meowing in thin voices above their heads. Vasya climbed the stairs under the roof of the barn. And Katya stood below and kept asking:

- Found? Found?

But Vasya did not answer her. Finally, Vasya shouted to her:

- Found! Our cat... and she has kittens; so wonderful; come here soon.

Katya ran home, got milk and brought it to the cat.

There were five kittens. When they grew up a little and began to crawl out from under the corner where they hatched, the children chose one kitten, gray with white paws, and brought it into the house. Mom gave away all the other kittens, and left this one to the children. The children fed him, played with him and put him to bed with them.

Once the children went to play on the road and took a kitten with them. The wind stirred the straw along the road, and the kitten played with the straw, and the children rejoiced at him. Then they found sorrel near the road, went to collect it and forgot about the kitten.

Suddenly they heard someone shouting loudly: “Back, back!” - and they saw that the hunter was galloping, and in front of him were two dogs - they saw a kitten and they want to grab it. And the stupid kitten, instead of running, sat down on the ground, hunched his back and looked at the dogs. Katya was frightened by the dogs, screamed and ran away from them. And Vasya, with all his might, set off to the kitten and at the same time with the dogs ran up to him. The dogs wanted to grab the kitten, but Vasya fell on the kitten with his stomach and covered it from the dogs.

The hunter jumped up and drove the dogs away, and Vasya brought the kitten home and no longer took him into the field with him.

Leo Tolstoy "The Lion and the Dog"

They showed wild animals in London and took money or dogs and cats to feed wild animals for watching.

One man wanted to look at the animals; he grabbed a dog in the street and brought it to the menagerie. They let him watch, but they took the little dog and threw it into a cage to be eaten by a lion.

The dog tucked its tail between its legs and snuggled into the corner of the cage. The lion walked up to her and sniffed her.

The dog lay on its back, raised its paws and began to wag its tail. The lion touched her with his paw and turned her over. The dog jumped up and stood in front of the lion on its hind legs.

The lion looked at the dog, turned its head from side to side and did not touch it.

When the owner threw meat to the lion, the lion tore off a piece and left it for the dog.

In the evening, when the lion went to bed, the dog lay down beside him and laid her head on his paw.

Since then, the dog has lived in the same cage with the lion. The lion did not touch her, ate food, slept with her, and sometimes played with her.

Once the master came to the menagerie and recognized his little dog; he said that the dog was his own, and asked the owner of the menagerie to give it to him. The owner wanted to give it back, but as soon as they began to call the dog to take it out of the cage, the lion bristled and growled.

So the lion and the dog lived for a whole year in one cage.

A year later, the dog fell ill and died. The lion stopped eating, but kept sniffing, licking the dog and touching it with his paw. When he realized that she was dead, he suddenly jumped up, bristled, began to whip his tail on the sides, threw himself on the wall of the cage and began to gnaw the bolts and the floor.

All day he fought, rushed about the cage and roared, then lay down beside the dead dog and calmed down. The owner wanted to carry away the dead dog, but the lion would not let anyone near it.

The owner thought that the lion would forget his grief if he was given another dog, and let a live dog into his cage; but the lion immediately tore her to pieces. Then he hugged the dead dog with his paws and lay like that for five days. On the sixth day the lion died.

Leo Tolstoy "Hares"

Forest hares feed at night on the bark of trees, field hares - on winter crops and grass, bean gooses - on grain on the threshing floors. During the night, hares make a deep, visible trail in the snow. Before hares, hunters are people, and dogs, and wolves, and foxes, and crows, and eagles. If the hare walked simply and straight, then in the morning he would now be found on the trail and caught; but the hare is cowardly, and cowardice saves him.

The hare walks at night through the fields and forests without fear and makes straight tracks; but as soon as morning comes, his enemies wake up: the hare begins to hear either the barking of dogs, or the screech of sleighs, or the voices of peasants, or the crackling of a wolf in the forest, and begins to rush from side to side with fear. It will jump forward, be frightened of something - and run back in its wake. He will hear something else - and with all his might he will jump to the side and gallop away from the previous trace. Again something will knock - again the hare will turn back and again jump to the side. When it becomes light, he will lie down.

The next morning, the hunters begin to disassemble the hare's trail, get confused along double tracks and distant jumps and are surprised at the tricks of the hare. And the hare did not think to be cunning. He's just afraid of everything.