They read and taught the fables of Ivan Andreevich Krylov. And you did not want to remake them in today's manner? Of course, how! They probably tried to write their own fables, but the best thing, of course, is to write remade fables. After all, there you only need to replace the words or describe the action and characters in a different way, and leave the spirit of the fable the same.
We also decided to contribute to this not simple, but interesting work of the fabulist, and on our website we published the altered fables of Krylov and not only. Agree that our life has changed little over the past few centuries, which means that fables are relevant in our time. Read and enjoy, dear visitors!
The dragonfly and the ant fable, reworked
Hot summer day in June
Forgetting about the rest for a long time
Smashing with gasoline and diesel
Per ant home log
In the meadow near the river
he raised his eyes
It's carefree and lazy
A dragonfly dozed in the shadows
September turns into summer
Rain knocks on the window every other day
Getting yourself a sweatshirt somewhere
Rushing ant home log
And on the ferry across the river
In the shade of an umbrella, closing your eyes
Theater or disco
Dragonfly swims slowly
The damned winter is fierce
The sheepskin coat does not heat a damn thing
But the ant does not protest -
Dragging two logs through the snow
Got up to rest. I sighed heavily.
And suddenly I saw in sables
Dashing three horses in harness
rushing the dragonfly in their sleigh.
Where are you going - tell a friend
not knowing the essence of being?
For leisure
I'm going to a dinner party.
Nice to have a glass of tea
Among talented people
I love beau monde tasting the spirit
See the birth of ideas...
Having shouldered the logs again
The ant answered her like this:
“You will see if there is Krylov
Tell him he's a fool."
The fable "The Crow and the Fox", reworked
Varone, where did she live in,
Allah sent a barbecue for the weekend.
Blindamed's dirty beak in the village,
Varona sat down to eat shashlik on a chair.
And so that the meat does not get stuck in the throat,
Varona “Khvanchkari” took the bottle.
Then a fox walked past to work,
eyes-glass, like apahmelitsa.
And hearing the smell of a kebab with your nose,
ran up to the varona with such a question:
Oh jyurajeol, how good you are,
what do you eat - barbecue or manti?
It's none of your business, jurajol -
Varon said - Out pashshchel!
But our fox did not let up,
tried to prolong the conversation,
smiled on all three teeth,
lay down, fell down again,
blinked a glassy cunning eye,
squeaked and deftly moved the pelvis.
At the same time, Varone said:
What hips you have beautiful
how harasho leggings sit on them,
what a beautiful face you have.
You are more beautiful than the badger Katso!
What feathers - all the best without damage!
Oooh, and your muscle - look - Vitaly Shcherba!
Your smell is the world of Uzbekistan!
You are not a varona, you are AREL! MANTANA!
Yes, you are fantastic, jurajol!!!
You know, and I slid, you dance cool!
And the varon from such a compliment
the moral spirit fell at 22 pracent!
He could not dance from birth -
The problem was with the cardination of the movement.
And then a fox suddenly called him a dancer!
Varona stood on a chair, said: Assa !!!.
And he began to move all his body parts,
the skin in the back of his head did not flare up.
And suddenly the varona stumbled with his paw -
the chair broke - the varon fell - CRASHED !!
The shashlik fell to the ground
and half a bottle of Khvanchkara:
The cunning fox said: HURRY!!!,
Krylov's fable "Quartet" reworked
naughty Monkey,
Donkey, goat and Clubfoot Bear
They started ... but not a quartet,
They don't care about the quartet!
And it all started with a trifle:
Monkey, so, slightly, slightly
I learned to read newspapers
And she, silly, imagined
What if she is a scientist,
That must control the beast!
But let's just say that she
She wasn't the only one
Since there are many candidates
It was torn into ministers, into deputies.
After all, everyone knows that relish
Lives the one who has power!
Not long did the animals doubt
And everyone gathered in the meadow.
And the beast decided so -
Create your own government!
Then they began to judge everything, to judge,
How to create elections for them.
To have something to vote
They began to tear birch from birch.
We decided to order a woodpecker
Your animal seal.
Blueberries that were found
All wasted on ink.
Geese caught on the lake
And they plucked their feathers.
(They, after all, will grow again,
You can't write without a pen.)
While they judged and rowed,
The forest is slowly being destroyed!
When the losses are counted
All the animals groaned softly...
But Monkey did not like it,
That Clubfoot Bear has been elected!
And she began to squeal disgustingly,
That elections are illegitimate!
That everything has been set up for a long time
And without it, everything is decided!
And began to demand, again
Animal gathering in the forest to collect!
To start re-elections
I had to pick the forest again!
Does the monkey think about
What will it all turn into?
What is it to attack simple animals?
To reach only to power!
Oh, she would turn around
Oh, I would totally blow it off!
And now Monkey's dream came true,
To be chosen by the big shot!
She is now, neither give nor take,
Prime Minister! Animal mother!
And she called progress
Serving personal interests.
Even the press did not give a hint,
What about the once rich forest
A FABULOUS REPAIR HAPPENED,
He has been sentenced!
And not for a month, not for a year,
And ten years ahead!
The moral of this fable lies in this:
Don't let the Monkeys learn
Read abstruse words!
And if you choose, then Leo,
Ile Lioness to choose at last!
If only the ruler was a WISE!!!
Krylov's fables new way
Ant and DragonflyDid you all sing? This business,
So come on, dance!
I. Krylov, 1808
Jumper Dragonfly
She knew her business well.
The whole repertoire danced
Forget about the brakes.
She knows different styles
You must understand yourself
Instantly dancer spun
On posters all over the country.
No respite on tour
No mention of the old days
Notorious Ant
The impresario is with her.
And the dragonfly tribe grows,
Have fun from the heart.
This is what it means today
"So come on, dance!"
Pug and Elephant
Let the dogs say
"Hey Moska! Know she's strong
What barks at the Elephant!
I. Krylov, 1808
Created public opinion
And taking the Elephant off the pedestal,
Our pug has become a persona-grata
And established its own charter.
And now the name Moska on the lips
Newspapers, magazines, digests - without measure,
And the interviewers take her captive,
And the poor Elephant shrunk and withered.
Our story is coming to an end
Already in the category of legends were leaving,
The elephant has been buried for a long time.
Now Elephants are a curiosity with us.
The cook and the cat
And Vaska listens and eats.
I. Krylov, 1812
Long gone are the years of Krylov,
But there is a twist in the case
Where under the curses of the cooks
Our cat won't eat
Now he's eating!
Glasses and Monkey
I. Krylov, 1815
The monkey's eyes became weak in old age.
Well, well, it happens that you need an oculist,
And, taking with him a medical sheet,
The old woman ran to the spectacle store.
Points - an avalanche! For any style!
But prices, prices! And they grow inappropriately!
We need a wagon for this money!
Save us from ruin, Creator!
Noisy Monkey: "What is the price!"
And here she is at the rally:
“Such prices will drive us to the coffin!
Capitalism shows its sting to us!”
Monkey's eyes popped out on his forehead,
And my eyesight is much better.
Morality is visible without expensive Points:
Stronger eyesight from hot words!
Rooster and Cuckoo
Why, without fear of sin,
The cuckoo praises the Rooster?
Because he praises the Cuckoo.
I. Krylov, 1834
Rooster in the section "Criticism" smashed
Cuckoo forest chant,
By asking the most sacramental question:
"How long can you endure this situation?"
In response, I learned that he is a trashy father,
The despicable polygamist and scoundrel,
What every day looks into the mug,
What a swindler, that his song is bad ...
Why does the Cuckoo hate the Rooster?
Because he criticizes Cuckoo.
Cool fables in a new way
Trouble in the night forest
And what's the reason?
Shere Khan, you heard, I'm dead!
Get out, you bastard!
Come on, sing, well, dance
From heavenly manna!
Is it such a blessing
Did you leave unexpectedly?
The wolf and the crocodile frolic,
mooing cows
- He was the King, in fact, was,
Very shitty
Far from good ideas
Forest culture.
Let people be happy
With your skin!
There will be no blood in the jungle
And it's like
Go to him, rebuke
Because teeth...
The badger and the rhinoceros screech,
Well, like children
- Yes, he is here every corner
I marked myself
- He should have rested a long time ago
Until I'm crazy
Banging on a tree head
Spotted woodpecker
Howl the jackal at the star
Is it just necessary?
- Without him, grit, I'll find
What carrion
And let the hunters for now
Did not come out erysipelas,
I'll take a donkey with me,
Maybe it will help!
My rotten fangs
His horseshoes!
Really bad guys
We'll beat anyone! .....
Trouble was, trouble is gone
It became calmer.
Doing business in the forest
Donkey with jackal
An unprecedented offspring has gone,
And there would be peace.
That's just the forest people became
Sick and orphaned
Fangs, sharpened steel
Alien to the poet
Every fable has a moral
This one doesn't have.
CAT VASILY
The cat Vasily had a habit of walking and marking everything in a row,
Over everything that only came across, his vile performed the rite.
He was warned a hundred times, asked, even begged,
But everything, the asshole, was not enough, and here is the result, he was gone.
Morality is given to anyone to understand, remember yourself, tell another,
So that trouble does not happen, do not piss on the wires.
Somewhere God sent a piece of cheese to a crow!
And then smoothly - everyone remembers the fable.
But I'll tell you how it was
From other people's words, everything is awry.
In fact, this is our bird
I was looking, as usual, for something to steal.
Especially liked to profit,
Where unattended and at least how it shines.
Here the behavior, alas, resembles
The restless army of officials:
They act like that crow
They look what piece to snatch!
And so, once flying past a construction site,
Not communism, a little smaller,
On metal scaffolding at the counter
Cheese Brie saw - the desired piece!
It was not intended for feeding
The next uninvited guests.
A container shone nearby - it clearly means
That they thought to walk with the whole brigade!
However, having confused peaceful people's plans,
The crow dragged their Bree away.
Came to climb on gantry cranes,
But the cheese at that time, it is known, was not found!
We do not steal and do not guard,
Although on the ball, there are no words.
The fox has nothing to do with it - it is under the bullets
In vain set up grandfather Krylov!
HARE AND BIRCH
Near a lonely standing birch,
The hare warmed the blood, cutting circles.
When the cold comes in January
You don't want to freeze - save yourself, run.
And the hare ran, making a path
So much so that the wind whistled in my ears.
Circles that way a hundred, doing a warm-up,
A couple more hundred, but not in a hurry.
But somehow lumberjacks came to those parts
Seriously got involved in the work,
Having dumped the birch shamelessly and rudely,
And that cross-eyed man froze to death at baptism.
The bunny fell victim to his own stupidity,
The frail little body was bound in a cold by ice.
He was too attached to a birch,
And look in the forest, there are so many of them growing.
CAT THREATS
Screaming Cat Sparrow:
- Tweet once, and I'll kill you!
... When the threats were fulfilled,
Without Sparrows, we would have remained.
Once a Swan, Cancer and Pike
We were able to pull a cart out of the river,
Though only the Swan pulled out - that's the thing! -
With Pike, Cancer was pulled into the water.
No one knew that there was no fret -
And they gave a bonus to the whole brigade.
It's time to share the money, but how?
Let's drink them! - took the word Cancer.
And Pike shouted: “I agree! Quite!
I've been wanting a drink for a long time!"
Well, - Swan hissed, - so be it! ..
Buzzed until morning with Pike Rak.
But why two? The question is egregious.
But because our Swan is a non-drinker!
SHRIMP
Provincial shrimp
Now a glamorous coquette.
Receptions, patty, shooting in the "nude",
Lobsters with crabs on the menu
Five pairs of unnecessary skis
Voyages to Nice and Paris,
The house is four kilometers away. From MKAD,
A wide circle of cicada friends,
Husband, black-winged bark beetle,
- Owner of factories and newspapers.
But mastered the shrimp spleen,
Such that crying at the right time, damn it!
Everything happened, I'm sorry
From the drunken bliss of satiety.
The psychologist bumblebee whispered to this:
“Fall in love! Find a bug for the summer!
Pollen to the flower! A flower on a stigma!
It will dissolve on its own
Your longing! Go ahead, baby!"
The shrimp obeyed the bumblebee.
The soul was waiting for someone!
And waited after all, that's the point!
Meet the pink infant,
Kalmar Roman. Rock musician.
And away we go ... Romance with Roman,
Singer, poet, drug addict,
A secret fire blazed:
Dorm, club, attic, basement…
Having learned about tricks, bark beetle
Decided to have a beer for lunch
And smiling, evil and crooked,
He ordered shrimp for beer.
(The flower was in the pollen for a short time!)
She was found and ... in boiling water!
This is the conflict between soul and body.
Read the tragedy Othello.
MOSQUITO AND FLY
Known to all for a long time
A log sits in someone else's eye.
Well, in your own eye, however,
Some badass is sitting
Which inflates the mosquito,
Inflates a fly into a whole elephant.
And there will be an elephant over a mosquito
Buzz both in the evening and in the afternoon.
Look mosquito! What am I
I can eat you now.
The mosquito thought and said.
-Oh! Don't make a scandal.
You will burst from anger sometime,
Then I will live richly.
Well, you can't wait, bloated,
I'm no longer an elephant, a puffed-up turkey.
Ha! Ha! Turkey! Oh I can't
You tell this to the enemy.
The mosquito said and instantly fell silent.
There was a strong bang.
Well, what kind of a prophet am I,
I gave you a lesson.
The moral of the fable is:
Don't see the log in someone else's eye.
At the virgin woman Esther,
On the last, 7th floor,
There lived a black cat Vasily -
Long time no kitten.
The old woman is the most in the world
Loved him like a mother
However, observing virtue,
The cat was not allowed to walk.
Vasily was accommodating in temper,
But still, every spring
Heart-rendingly screamed with a hoarse meow,
Possessed with a bad passion.
Granny took a broom,
Leaving your eternal tangle,
She persistently inspired: “Vasya,
Meow quieter, dear!"
And, slapping on the backside a little,
Broadcast, insanely mourning:
"Really stray cats
How much do they confuse you?
From them - only an infection and fleas,
Take away your sinful flesh.
Oh, Vasenka, how bad it is!” -
But the cat is also a cat in Africa.
As soon as the old woman took a nap,
Leaving a ball on the floor
Cat Vasenka jumped from a chair,
Shit on every corner
And jumped right out the window
(Until they drove out vzashey).
Now he's on the roof for all the cats
He sings sonnets about mice.
The moral here is worth a little -
After all, every tattered cat knows
That one who argues with nature
Gets only nastiness. Here
Three girls under the window were spinning late in the evening.
“If I were a queen,” says one girl, “I would prepare a feast for the whole baptized world!”
“If I were a queen,” her sister says, “I would have wove canvases for the whole world alone!”
Third: "If only, if only ... A man would!"
WELL, HARE - WAIT!
The wolf was urgently taken to the hospital
A beautiful fox wife.
In such a multi-storey building,
What is called "maternity hospital".
For centuries there was a war with the fox,
And here is your wife!
The time has come for the fox
The son was to be born.
The wolf began to preen:
I got myself a light suit,
Washed with soap, combed my hair,
Wrapped up in cologne.
Caught a taxi, bought flowers,
100 grams was enough for courage,
I ate a sausage with cheese,
The wolf drove to the maternity hospital.
Arrived, they are already waiting for him
And they carry a blue bundle.
The wolf gave all the flowers to the nannies,
And he carefully took his bundle.
He got into the taxi carefully.
And ordered to go quietly.
Dear became unbearable
Find out if the son looks like a wolf.
I languished in thoughts, endured,
He decided and looked.
Slightly opened the sheet,
I opened my mouth in surprise...
Disgustingly sank in the chest,
"Well, hare," he shouted, "wait a minute!"
Spreading paws from a flower petal,
Spider - the poet read poetry arrogantly
And the breeze played with verses, slightly,
Words in the forest spread instantly.
A crowd of dung flies scurried around,
For a moment, one of them, interrupting the flight,
Quietly and with malice buzzed:
"Wow! Also for me, there was a poet."
But the spider was not embarrassed by ridicule,
Did not listen to a spider of offensive words,
He sang about love and blue distances,
About the brilliance of the lagoons of golden sands,
Like a drop of dew dripping down,
Like a ray of sunshine illuminating the east,
And speech more and more attracted the fly,
And the poor thing sobbed into her proboscis.
And the spider, in a fit of voluptuousness,
She offered to become his bride -
Star of captivating happiness
He promised to weave a dress for the wedding:
"Look how thin my thread is,
And twisted lace in intricacies.
My silks are not from a dung beetle,
And from a weaver in the tenth generation."
And the fly couldn't help but agree.
The silly rogue listened,
And then just everything, as they say,
Losses, flies, did not notice the fighter.
Do not listen to poets flies - fools.
Don't get hooked again
And take care of your slim figures.
Kiss appetizing ... in the proboscis! smack!
The reader will ask: "Where is the morality?"
Morals with a fly rolled into a web.
Crow and Fox (in a new way
How many times has the press written
What has become full of crooks,
But there are suckers anyway.
Crow is given an iPhone by progress.
Well, as it was given, of course not -
Tritely whistled from her pocket.
A passerby who's drunk
To the nearest toilet.
This gadget is firmly grasped by its beak.
Our "eagle" takes off on the spruce.
Look, and here dobred
A product for a mental task.
While the crow from above
Deciding what to do next
The fox is a famous master of falseness,
Weaving quietly through the bushes.
Deciding first - this is nonsense,
Our babe comes closer.
No, fox eyes did not lie -
In the crow's beak - a valuable jackpot.
Minute - the capture plan is ripening
In a shameless red head.
Scuffing his paw on the grass,
Chanterelle says: "Feathered friend ..."
Looks. Is it a male? No, not him.
"Girlfriend, dear friend,
Say what's up there you're holding tight
Is it a brand new iPhone?
The crow looks gloomy from above -
And thoughts climb about the fox.
All right, cheese or sausage,
But do not detect the iPhone, fool.
"Oh, the queen of socialites" -
The fox chattered -
"You are a mega superfood bird
And cooler than all the surrounding birds.
Singer, better than any Gaga.
Let's sing with you together"
But in response to banal flattery
The crow showed a fact.
Fox did not receive an answer,
And, after standing still for a minute,
Already pissed off in earnest -
A nervous breakdown is on the horizon.
The last plan is the fox, yawning,
Frozen. Mitten - open,
The stomach is visible - the purpose of gastritis.
The crow's beak could not stand it.
Looks exhausted by insomnia
Tired, poor bird brain.
And, having lost the inflated gloss,
She yawned. Delicious and crispy.
iPhone dropped. How else -
It's all gravity, Newton.
Fox grabbed an iPhone
And she ran away, hiding her joy.
The crow croaked. Now
At least you croak. Not scary.
And then a multi-storey mat.
This voice has been censored.
The moral of this fable in a couple of words,
So that everyone has something to learn from.
Why does an armless bird need an iPhone?
It's not worth the croaking of show-offs.
Fable Ant and Dragonfly in a new way
Dragonfly
Suffered bullshit all season
Marches through cinema halls,
Red eyes.
The nights are all fun
Until the morning mojito in the club -
Become a YouTube star
With a naked dance on the table.
Only crisis wave
Blown up with new force,
I lowered all the funds into the pipe -
All. Khan came to Lafay.
Breakfast is a miserable doshirak,
For lunch - about breakfast thoughts
Dinner - hands are already hanging
And it floats somehow.
Taking out a loan is the easiest step.
True, it won't help
Let the fool, but still
Not so much like this.
Cursing your life
Along with the crisis in Europe,
What slapped on her ass,
Jumped to Ant.
Tired Ant in the trash -
Turner of the fifth category,
Dragonfly glanced over
From under the shifted eyebrows.
"What the hell? Why rushed?"
She answered: "Oh, my life,
Not a spear left.
Lend me some money."
"Interesting things.
You see what topic -
I'll solve your problems
By lending you money?
No friend. Won't go.
Here the dragonflies are fucked up.
You get on the panel
The oldest of works.
Conclusion: laziness is the cause of evil.
Who didn't become a millionaire
Spend money knowing when to stop.
The ass will be intact.
Fable Quartet in a new way
A goat with a dark brown beard,
Once I decided to get into the beau monde.
Hungover visited by the muse,
Planned a whole front.
Yes, the plans were through the roof -
Well, right, Napoleon himself.
For the world to be amazed by hearing
His killer mouzon.
Pull such a thing, however,
Not enough strength alone.
Monkey - outwardly, like a monkey,
He invited for a start.
But two is also not enough.
After all, someone needs to sing.
Donkey like master of backing vocals
And special in terms of decibels.
Another bear - a thunderstorm of ballet,
From hibernation emaciated in the trash,
To complete the quartet
For a back dance on the ears.
"Guitar drive is on fire now
And we'll hit punk rock."
But something to play on the guitar
Unfortunately, none of them could.
The goat played, but only on nerves.
Donkey has long scored on everything.
Monkey is one of the first
The bear stepped on his ears.
"Donkey, not so, not those chords" -
The monkey yells, covered in saliva.
The bear threatens to fill everyone's faces,
In the end, entangled in a string.
As soon as the scream subsided a little,
The goat bleated, "The sound is ridiculous.
We should not be punk rock stars,
But we will rap."
The bear got some dope somewhere
(Nettle, burdock leaves)
And sketched on a smoke
Text like poetry.
Monkey, twitching clumsily,
Excitedly messed up the words,
The donkey snarled lispingly.
Grass popped up along the way.
"Maybe we'll play jazz?" -
Ikaya, offered the donkey.
"Chur, only I'm on the double bass."
In response, the monkey: "Rock and roll.
That's stunning and cool.
How Elvis will rock."
Donkey trying to put in a word
Even stronger began to hiccup.
Bear scratching his neck
"Let's beat the dance floor with drama.
We will be cool DJs.
MC bear, DJ donkey."
Monkey neigh, choking on snot:
"MC bear? Yes, full striving.
Yes, we are such things
And we won’t assemble the village club.”
Bear again: "I'll clean my snout."
The goat broke with a cry: "Stop."
Well, with a swoop, they closed their mouths.
Invented. Our business is pop.
After all, under the plywood together jump
It's not that hard on four.
Shake and booty relish move.
As they say, we will tear the hall.
Everyone nodded in unison in response.
All right. You crack right.
And all the surrounding fences
Covered with hundreds of posters.
We put on torn sheepskin coats.
Well, why not freaky outfit.
All that's left is the band's name.
Perhaps Dr. Aibolit?"
"No, it's too childish and not catchy.
We must shock everyone.
Let's Rhythm spinal cord?".
"No, volvulus is better."
"Back off, donkey." "Shut up, macaque."
"You bastard, go away."
The dispute smoothly turns into a fight -
You have to go to something.
Hit. Someone's jaw goes up.
It contains unchewed dirol.
A bear, aiming at a monkey's ear,
Hit ... In a donkey ... The donkey calmed down.
Knockout. Yes, it's not a bad hit.
Knows how to beat - almost Klitschko.
But then the monkey, jumping with force,
She swung her leg high.
So mean. In the groin. The bear is out.
Don't envy him.
And the monkey's eyes are in a bunch -
Now you will understand why.
Silence of all the birds flying by,
Like an overloaded eagle
With great speed and smoke
Dirol collapsed down with his jaw.
There are two fillings in the forehead, like horns.
Looks like dirol didn't help.
Monkey, standing a little,
Fell to the ground like a sack.
Well, what about a goat? Yes, here he is. Tuta.
A little trampled in haste,
But alive, because someone needs
For others, call a doctor.
The donkey is now a dentist's client,
Bear, according to the scales,
Began to weigh three hundred kilograms -
Weight in armored shorts.
The monkey laughs merrily
For three months in a row.
Life is fun in the mental hospital.
That's what the nurses say.
Well goat your ideas
Gives birth again, having gone into a binge
And demands, slightly sober,
Introduce the top layer into cultures.
And here morality is the ending of fables,
For people to draw conclusions.
And the conclusion here is very clear.
When you do not rummage how many notes,
Do not take concerts in Europe
Through guitar and piano.
Can not go to the toilet for the most part
- don't hurt your ass.
Here is a short moral.
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Cool fables for adults
CUCKOO
Think what a bastard
To deprive the cuckoo of motherhood! -
Watching the news program
Father Corncrake said. -
Look how sad she is.
Does not sleep, does not eat, and everything cuckoos:
Ku-ku. Ku-ku. Ku-ku. Ku-ku.
But madam is still in the juice!
Take, wife, under the porch
A cuckoo egg for you?
- We'll take it, of course, how not to take it!
And began to live and live
A foster child is cherished.
She grew up ... But, good,
Sometimes ran away from the family
To dances. Where the nightingales
Roulades sang until dawn.
(The cuckoo liked it all).
And then, one day, in the noise of the ball,
She lost her innocence
With the handsome Woodpecker, he is a scoundrel,
Did not take the young woman down the aisle.
And again heard on a bitch
Cuckoo bitter "Ku-ku!"
Now an owl sits with an egg.
The moral of the fable is this:
No matter how you raise a cuckoo,
Such a daughter, what a mother...
FOR TWO HARES
Glamorous bunny from the cottage village
I wanted to find a worthy groom.
To be rich, and not devoid of sense.
And outwardly, so as not to be disgusting. For a stroke.
But in applicants only rabbits are solid,
In whose priorities - one hookup.
And she wanted to drown in the love of the elements.
For her there was intimacy without passion - bad manners.
From chastity, the burden cannot be hidden,
And there is a shortage of worthy applicants.
"Well, where are you wandering, my lost knight,
What is generous with gifts and sentiments?
Two appeared on the horizon at once!
Of the noblest, it would seem, persons.
Tandem ruling like two playboys
They rode in search of sympathetic sweethearts.
The hare rushed to meet those noble guests.
How else? Destiny was decided.
But the suitors were provided with a departure plan -
And two eared foreheads fled from fate.
Potential suitors sparkled heels.
The cottage village was soon behind ...
"Where are you running, glamorous kids?" -
The bunny plucked the soft curlers from the fur.
But what a disappointment
When, having overtaken all these fugitives,
The bunny recognized - fake robes.
There were two scoundrel rabbits hiding in masks...
Glamorous bunny does not ride on the grass yet, -
Where can she ride, if her belly is impressive?
Difficult fate, but after all, there are edits in it, -
You look some lop-eared will pick up ...
DOG AND GRANDFATHER MAZAY
God once sent a piece of meat to a dog, -
On the spruce poor thing perched
(What has not been done hitherto since birth -
Yes, the river has overflowed,
got ready to have breakfast,
Yes, I thought...
And she kept a piece of meat in her mouth ...
On that trouble with Mazay next to the boat sailed.
Mazai saw a cous, -
Mazaya "carried":
He, more comfortably intercepting the oar,
Without splashes - quietly approaches the dog,
spins the oar,
And he doesn't take his eyes off the meat...
He took aim quietly - breathing a little ...
And how the oar will hit the ears!
The dog squealed in all the dog's throat,
Went to the bottom, blood bled from the wound ...
Mazay has since lost his peace! -
The dog howled under the moon at night -
Louder than the Baskervilles was that howl!
And then she roamed home to Mazai,
He turned gray, closed, became dumb -
And so as not to be much tormented by guilt -
He began to save the hares from the flood in the spring ...
But at night without knowing why
He drowned the dogs, lowing mysteriously: "Moo-mu" ...
Turgenev, having heard everything, embellished -
Gerasim appears in his story...
And Tolkien scored the last count -
Mazai in his stories - Smeagol...
And we, not knowing the whole truth before,
Grandfather Mazai was turned into a hero!
DRAGONFLY AND ANT. MODERN FABLE.
Hot summer day in June
Forgetting about the rest for a long time
Smashing with gasoline and diesel
Per ant home log
Suddenly in a clearing near the river
he raised his eyes
It's carefree and lazy
A dragonfly dozed in the shadows
September turns into summer
Rain knocks on the window every other day
Getting yourself a sweatshirt somewhere
Rushing ant home log
And on the ferry across the river
In the shade of an umbrella, closing your eyes
Theater or disco
Dragonfly swims slowly
The damned winter is fierce
The sheepskin coat does not heat a damn thing
But the ant does not protest -
Dragging two logs through the snow
Got up to rest. I sighed heavily.
And suddenly I saw in sables
Dashing three horses in harness
rushing the dragonfly in their sleigh.
Where are you going - tell a friend
not knowing the essence of being?
For leisure
I'm going to a dinner party.
Nice to have a glass of tea
Among talented people
I love beau monde tasting the spirit
See the birth of ideas...
Having shouldered the logs again
The ant answered her like this:
"You'll see if there is Krylov
Tell him he's a f*ck."
DRAGONFLY AND ANT IN GEORGIAN
paprigunium strakaza,
Abaldelia of the eye.
Celius leta persuasion prigal
Vodka guzzled, nagami drigal,
And work ne hatel!
Patamu and no sleeper!
And murash zavskladam bill,
In the yurt he is in sacks forcibly -
Tea, apricots, kish-mishch, persimmon...
Prepared for the winter
And the Dragonfly laughed at him,
That's guzzle, naked baltal!
Why are you laughing?
Gavarit Murash to him,
Soon water will fly from the sky,
Where is yours sitting?
Dragonfly "Ha-Ha" sang,
He flew away and flew away.
Coming soon with neb vada pachols
Dragonfly to Murash come
Wah! Salam! Maroz in the steppe!
You let me in.
A pack to the yard of the Khan
I will be your wife.
And Murash puffed on marijuana,
-Your thought I - kutykh?
For a tortilla sleeping with you?
Do you think you're so dumb?!
The whole summer just prigale,
Guzzle arak, nagami drygal,
Didn't say hello to me
Keel here! Sing songs!
There is truth in this fable,
If you want to eat delicious
Latham needs to work,
AND IN THE WINTER THE NAGA TALK!
CROW AND FOX IN GEORGIAN
Varon smiled a rare case -
Fell on the beak from the neb cheese.
Beautiful cheese come true, round dir
There is a lot of Imelsa in odorous cheese.
Varon his cheese ne spruce on spruce,
He eats sal crown oak,
Hotel will try on the tooth
Already a heavenly souvenir.
Ne listened to odorous cheese,
Vertels is like a Rubik's cube,
On the beak of the varoni ne derzhalsa.
The sly fox ran home,
I saw the cheese on the beak of the varoni,
And stop for good
At the oak, where the birds are cluttered
To the very highest, and prayed:
- Sing, ara, don't be shy about the song,
You are the most important sdes soloist.
Varon gardils and zvezdils,
From black schnobil swalilsa cheese
On pasta sly fox.
Varon wept. And morality
The wise man has a fable like this:
Sal eat cheese on oak - ne sing!
FLY AND BEE
All day, flying and buzzing,
The fly was looking for a sweet life.
Treasure every second,
While strong and not an old woman
And she's very lucky
Played all-in fly lot
To spite the enemies, to spite the friends
She found spilled honey.
Spread your wings wide
Forgetting all troubles and misfortunes
The fly dived deep
In your suddenly found happiness.
And full of sticky sweetness
Captivated by pleasure and prosperity
She died in agony
She was very, very sweet.
Accidentally flying bee
Sighed bitterly over the grave
Sometimes fate is hard!
There was not enough strength to work!
WOLFHOUND
From a life too good
From boredom and excess energy
The dog killed stray cats
Somehow bit the neighbor.
The whole village was afraid of him
He is not a mongrel, a wolfhound,
The center of the rules of the ancients,
When: who is strong is right.
But the thief climbed into the yard treacherously,
When the owner was addicted
And the dog with a radiant smile
Gave the meat a fat juicy shmat.
The house was robbed, the dog got drunk,
The happy thief walks away
The owner is trembling like an aspen,
"Fate has come to pass."
The moral is simple: with such dogs
Stand guard at home.
ADVISER
Once a Woodpecker, who was hollowing out a hollow to order,
The idea came to mind: to leave the craft
And with the funds that he obtained by carpentry,
Buy a plot and build a new house on it.
As soon as the Woodpecker took the land and drew a project,
He immediately began to cast the foundation for the object.
Tired, the owner straightened his overworked back
And, taking with him a drawing, he sat down on a mountain ash.
While he rested dreaming big
The Cuckoo and the Cuckoo approached him, frolicking.
Kukush, although not nesting, was a bird by nature,
Rushed to prove that he is strong in architecture:
"You would, Woodpecker, instead of expensive iron and stones
I took better clay and grass - cheaper and faster.
"Indeed, why - said the owner, illuminated, -
I'll roll the boulders like a convict!"
The builder Kukush was pleased and inspired,
He sculpted walls from clay, covered the roof with reeds.
When the house was almost ready, bad weather came
And the roof was blown away by a squall, and the walls were washed away by a downpour.
Swearing, the Woodpecker began to look for an error in the drawing,
But soon he came to the conclusion with annoyance in his soul:
"My mistake was, apparently, that I listened to Kukush,
Which, bastard, - what's the house! - did not build a hut.
