Therapeutic bedtime stories will help put your child to sleep quickly. These fairy tales help you relax, relieve tension, rest after psychological work, feel your body “here and now,” and get a charge of vigor and well-being. Parents can also use them. For example, for short-term rest for children after intense school work or for reading before bed. Some of the proposed meditative tales have built-in multi-level metaphors, appealing to different channels of perception (visual, auditory, kinesthetic). These are positive suggestions that have a psychotherapeutic effect on the listener. To enhance this effect, the environment in the room should be comfortable, and the reader’s voice should be soft and calm. Dim the lighting and encourage your child to sit in a chair or couch where he can relax comfortably. Pleasant music for relaxation (for example, with sounds of nature) will help you immerse yourself in a fairy tale.
On a long winter evening. Sergey Kozlov
Oh, what snowdrifts did the blizzard make? All the stumps, all the hummocks were covered with snow. The pines creaked dully, swayed by the wind, and only the hard worker, the woodpecker, was hammering and hammering somewhere above, as if he wanted to break through the low clouds and see the sun...
The hedgehog was sitting at home by the stove and was no longer looking forward to spring coming.
“If only,” thought the Hedgehog, “the streams would gurgle, the birds would sing and the first ants would run along the paths!.. Then I would go out into the clearing, shout to the whole forest, and the Squirrel would come running to me, and I would say to her: “Hello , Squirrel? Has spring come? How was your winter? And Belka would fluff hers
tail, waved it in different directions and answered: “Hello, Hedgehog! Are you healthy? And we would run throughout the forest and examine every stump, every tree, and then we would begin to trample last year’s paths... “You trample on the ground,” Squirrel would say, “and I will trample on top!” And I would jump through the trees...
Then we would see Little Bear.
"And it's you!" - Little Bear would shout and begin to help me trample the paths...
And then we would call Donkey. Because without it it is impossible to build a big path.
The Donkey would run first, followed by the Bear Cub, and then me... “Clunk-clack-clack,” the Donkey would clatter his hooves, “top-clop-clop,” the Bear Cub would stomp, and I wouldn’t be able to keep up with them and would just roll. “You're ruining the path! - Donkey would shout. “You picked it all up with your needles!”
- "No problem! - Little Bear would smile. “I’ll run after the Hedgehog and trample down the ground.” “No, no,” said the Donkey, “it’s better if the Hedgehog loosens the gardens!”
And I would roll on the ground and loosen the vegetable gardens, and the Donkey and the Little Bear would carry water... “Now loosen mine!” - Chipmunk would ask. “And mine!” - the Forest Mouse would say... And I would ride all over the forest and benefit everyone.
Fairy tales for babies from 6 months to 2 years
Part 1
Good Doctor Aibolit! He is sitting under a tree.
Come to him for treatment: a cow, a wolf, a bug, a worm, and a bear!
Good Doctor Aibolit will heal everyone!
Part 2
And the fox came to Aibolit: “Oh, I was bitten by a wasp!”
And the watchdog came to Aibolit: “A chicken pecked me on the nose!” And the hare came running
And she screamed: “Ay, ah! My bunny got hit by a tram! My bunny, my boy, got hit by a tram! He ran along the path, And his legs were cut, And now he is sick and lame, My little bunny!”
And Aibolit said: “It doesn’t matter! Give it here! I’ll sew him new legs, He’ll run along the path again.” And they brought him a bunny, so sick and lame, and the doctor sewed on his legs. And the bunny jumps again. And with him the mother hare also went to dance. And she laughs and shouts: “Well, thank you, Aibolit!”
Part 3
Suddenly, from somewhere, a jackal galloped up on a mare: “Here is a telegram from Hippopotamus!”
“Come, doctor, to Africa as soon as possible and save, doctor, our babies!”
"What's happened? Are your children really sick?
"Yes Yes Yes! They have tonsillitis, scarlet fever, cholera, diphtheria, appendicitis, malaria and bronchitis!
Come quickly, Good Doctor Aibolit!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll run and help your children. But where do you live? On the mountain or in the swamp?
“We live in Zanzibar, In the Kalahari and the Sahara, On Mount Fernando Po, Where Hippo-po walks Along the wide Limpopo.
Part 4
And Aibolit stood up and Aibolit ran. He runs through fields, through forests, through meadows. And Aibolit repeats just one word: “Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!”
And in his face the wind, and snow, and hail: “Hey, Aibolit, turn back!” And Aibolit fell and lies in the snow: “I can’t go any further.”
And now shaggy wolves run out to him from behind the tree:
“Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback, we’ll get you there quickly!”
And Aibolit galloped forward and kept repeating just one word: “Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!”
Part 5
But here in front of them is the sea - Raging, noisy in the open space. And a high wave is moving in the sea, Now it will swallow Aibolit.
“Oh” if I drown, if I go to the bottom. What will happen to them, to the sick, to my forest animals?
But then a whale swims out: “Sit on me, Aibolit, And, like a big steamship, I’ll take you forward!”
And Aibolit sat on the whale and repeated only one word: “Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!”
Part 6
And the mountains stand in front of him on the way, And he begins to crawl through the mountains, And the mountains get higher, and the mountains get steeper, And the mountains go under the very clouds!
“Oh, if I don’t get there, if I disappear on the way, what will happen to them, to the sick, to my forest animals?
And now eagles flew from a high cliff to Aibolit: “Sit down, Aibolit, on horseback, We’ll get you there quickly!”
And Aibolit sat on the eagle and repeated only one word: “Limpopo, Limpopo, Limpopo!”
Part 7
And in Africa, And in Africa, On the black Limpopo, Sad Hippopo sits and cries in Africa.
He is in Africa, he is in Africa sitting under a palm tree and looking at the sea from Africa without rest: Isn’t Doctor Aibolit on the boat?
And Elephants and Rhinoceroses prowl along the road And they say angrily: “Why is there no Aibolit?”
And there are hippos nearby
They grabbed their tummies: Their tummies hurt, the hippos.
And then the ostriches squeal like piglets. Oh, it’s a pity, a pity, a pity for the poor ostriches!
And they have measles, and diphtheria, and smallpox, and bronchitis, and they have a headache, and their throat hurts.
How the Hedgehog and the Little Bear wiped the stars. Sergey Kozlov
For a whole month now, the Hedgehog has been climbing the pine tree every night and rubbing the stars.
“If I don’t wipe the stars every evening,” he thought, “they will definitely fade.”
And in the morning he went out onto the porch, broke out a fresh broom to first knock off the dust from the stars, and washed the rag. He had only one rag, and so every morning he washed it and hung it on a pine tree to dry.
Having finished with the preparations. The hedgehog had dinner and went to bed. He woke up when dew had already fallen. After dinner, he took a rag in one paw, a broom in the other, and slowly, from branch to branch, climbed to the very top of the pine tree.
The most important thing began here. First, the stars had to be tapped with a broom, and so carefully so as not to accidentally be knocked out of the sky.
Then put the broom in your left paw, and take the cloth in your right paw and wipe it
stars to shine. The work was painstaking and took all night.
"How else? - Hedgehog grumbled, talking to himself on the top of a pine tree. “If Little Bear doesn’t wipe the stars, if I don’t wipe the stars, then who will wipe the stars?”
At that time, the little bear was also sitting on the top of a pine tree above his house, rubbing the stars and thinking:
“It’s amazing how the Hedgehog came up with such a happy thought! After all, if the Hedgehog had not come up with the idea of cleaning the stars, no one would have seen them for a long time. Look, how dusty!..” - And he blew on the star and rubbed it with a rag...
The little bear tried very hard, but he didn’t always succeed, like the Hedgehog. And if a star fell from the sky, everyone in the forest knew that it was the Little Bear who accidentally pushed it.
sleeping Beauty
Once upon a time there lived a king and a queen. They didn’t have children, and this upset them so much, it upset them so much that it was impossible to say.
And finally, when they had completely lost hope, the queen had a daughter.
You can imagine what a celebration was held on the occasion of her birth, how many guests were invited to the palace, what gifts they prepared!..
But the most honorable places at the royal table were reserved for fairies, who in those days still lived here and there in this world. Everyone knew that these kind sorceresses, if they only wanted to, could gift a newborn with such precious treasures that all the riches in the world could not buy. And since there were seven fairies, the little princess should have received from them no less than seven wonderful gifts.
Magnificent dinnerware was placed in front of the fairies: plates made of the best porcelain, crystal goblets and a box of cast gold. Each drawer contained a spoon, a fork and a knife, also made of pure gold and of the finest workmanship.
And suddenly, when the guests sat down at the table, the door opened and an old fairy entered - the eighth in a row - whom they had forgotten to invite to the holiday.
And they forgot to call her because she had not left her tower for more than fifty years, and everyone thought that she had died.
The king immediately ordered the device to be given to her. Not even a minute had passed before the servants placed plates of the finest painted porcelain and a crystal goblet in front of the old fairy.
But the golden box with a spoon, fork and knife was not enough for her share. Only seven of these boxes were prepared - one for each of the seven invited fairies. Instead of gold, the old woman was given an ordinary spoon, an ordinary fork and an ordinary knife.
The old fairy, of course, was very offended. She thought that the king and queen were impolite people and did not greet her as respectfully as they should. Pushing the plate and cup away from her, she muttered some kind of threat through her teeth.
Luckily, the young fairy who was sitting next to her heard her muttering in time. Fearing that the old woman might decide to give the little princess something very unpleasant - for example, a long nose or a long tongue - she, as soon as the guests got up from the table, made her way into the nursery and hid there behind the curtains of the crib. The young fairy knew that in an argument the one who has the last word usually wins, and she wanted her wish to be the last.
And now the most solemn moment of the holiday has come:
The fairies entered the nursery and, one after another, began to present the newborn with the gifts that they had in store for her.
One of the fairies wished that the princess would be the most beautiful in the world. Another rewarded her with a gentle and kind heart. The third said that it would grow and bloom to the delight of everyone. The fourth promised that the princess would learn to dance excellently, the fifth - that she would sing like a nightingale, and the sixth - that she would play all musical instruments equally skillfully.
Finally, it was the old fairy's turn. The old woman leaned over the crib and, shaking her head more from frustration than from old age, said that the princess would prick her hand with a spindle and die from it.
Everyone shuddered when they learned what a terrible gift the evil witch had prepared for the little princess. No one could stop crying.
And then a young fairy appeared from behind the curtain and said loudly:
- Don't cry, king and queen! Your daughter will live. True, I am not so strong as to make a spoken word unspoken. The princess will have to, no matter how sad it is, prick her hand with a spindle, but from this she will not die, but will only fall into a deep sleep and will sleep for a hundred years, until the handsome prince wakes her up.
This promise calmed the king and queen a little.
And yet the king decided to try to protect the princess from the misfortune that the old evil fairy predicted for her. To do this, under pain of death, he forbade all his subjects to spin yarn and keep spindles and spinning wheels in their house.
Fifteen or sixteen years have passed. One day the king, queen and daughter went to one of their country palaces.
The princess wanted to explore the ancient castle. Running from room to room, she finally reached the very top of the palace tower.
There, in a cramped little room under the roof, an old woman was sitting at a spinning wheel, calmly spinning yarn. Oddly enough, she had never heard a word from anyone about the royal ban.
- What are you doing, auntie? - asked the princess, who had never seen a spinning wheel in her life.
“I’m spinning yarn, my child,” answered the old woman, not even realizing that she was talking to the princess.
- Oh, this is very beautiful! - said the princess. - Let me try to see if I can do it as well as you.
She quickly grabbed the spindle and barely had time to touch it when the evil fairy’s prediction came true, the princess pricked her finger and fell dead.
The frightened old woman began to call for help. People came running from all directions.
What they did: they splashed water in the princess’s face, slammed their palms on her palms, rubbed her temples with fragrant vinegar - everything was in vain. The princess didn't even move.
They ran after the king. He went up to the tower, looked at his daughter and immediately realized that the misfortune that he and the queen feared so much had not escaped them.
Wiping away tears, he ordered the princess to be taken to the most beautiful hall of the palace and laid there on a bed decorated with silver and gold embroidery.
It's hard to describe in words how beautiful the sleeping princess was. She didn't turn pale at all. Her cheeks remained pink and her lips were red like coral.
True, her eyes were tightly closed, but you could hear that she was breathing quietly. Therefore, it really was a dream, and not death.
The king ordered not to disturb the princess until the hour of her awakening came.
And the good fairy, who saved his daughter from death by wishing her a hundred years of sleep, was very far away at that time, twelve thousand miles from the castle. But she immediately learned about this misfortune from a little dwarf, a fast walker, who had seven-league boots.
The fairy immediately set off on her way. Not even an hour had passed before her fiery chariot, drawn by dragons, had already appeared near the royal palace. The king gave her his hand and helped her off the chariot.
The fairy tried to console the king and queen as best she could. But, while comforting them, she at the same time thought about how sad the princess would be when, in a hundred years, the poor thing would wake up in this old castle and not see a single familiar face near her.
To prevent this from happening, the fairy did this.
With her magic wand, she touched everyone who was in the palace, except the king and queen. And there were court ladies and gentlemen, governesses, maids, butlers, cooks, cooks, walkers, soldiers of the palace guard, gatekeepers, pages and lackeys.
She touched with her wand both the horses in the royal stables and the grooms who combed the horses' tails. I touched the large yard dogs and the small curly dog nicknamed Puff, who was lying at the feet of the sleeping princess.
And now everyone who was touched by the fairy’s magic wand fell asleep. They fell asleep for exactly a hundred years in order to wake up with their mistress and serve her as they served before. Even the partridges and pheasants, which were roasting on the fire, fell asleep. The spit on which they spun fell asleep. The fire that was roasting them fell asleep.
And all this happened in one single moment. Fairies know their stuff: wave a wand and you're done!
Only the king and queen were awake. The fairy deliberately did not touch them with her magic wand, because they had business that could not be postponed for a hundred years.
Wiping away tears, they kissed their sleeping daughter, said goodbye to her and quietly left the hall.
Returning to their capital, they issued a decree that no one should dare approach the enchanted castle.
However, even without that it was impossible to approach the castle gates. In just a quarter of an hour, so many trees, large and small, grew around his fence, so many thorny bushes - thorns, briars, holly - and all this was so closely intertwined with branches that no one could get through such a thicket.
And only from a distance, and even from the mountain, could one see the tops of the old castle.
The fairy did all this so that neither man nor beast would disturb the peace of the sleeping princess.
A hundred years have passed. Many kings and queens have changed over the years.
And then one fine day the son of the king, who reigned at that time, went hunting.
In the distance, above the dense dense forest, he saw the towers of some castle.
- Whose castle is this? Who lives in it? - he asked all the passers-by who came across him along the way.
But no one could really answer. Each one repeated only what he himself heard from others. One said that these were old ruins in which will-o'-the-wisps had settled. Another assured that there were dragons and poisonous snakes there. But the majority agreed that the old castle belonged to a ferocious cannibal giant.
The prince did not know who to believe. But then an old peasant approached him and said, bowing:
“Good prince, half a century ago, when I was as young as you are now, I heard from my father that in this castle a beautiful princess was sleeping soundly and that she would sleep for another half a century until the noble and brave young man won't come and wake her up.
You can imagine how the prince felt when he heard these words!
His heart began to burn in his chest. He immediately decided that he was lucky enough to awaken the beautiful princess from her sleep.
Without thinking twice, the prince pulled the reins and galloped to where the towers of the old castle were visible.
And here in front of him is an enchanted forest. The prince jumped off his horse, and immediately tall thick trees, thickets of thorny bushes - everything parted to give him way. As if along a long, straight alley, he walked towards the castle gates.
The prince walked alone. None of his retinue managed to catch up with him: the trees, having let the prince pass, immediately closed behind him, and the bushes again intertwined their branches. This could have frightened anyone, but the prince was young and brave. Besides, he wanted to wake up the beautiful princess so much that he forgot to think about any danger.
Another hundred steps - and he found himself in a spacious courtyard in front of the castle. The prince looked to the right, to the left, and the blood ran cold in his veins. Around him lay, sat, stood, leaning against the wall, some people in ancient clothes. They were all motionless, as if dead.
But, peering into the red, shiny faces of the gatekeepers, the prince realized that they were not dead at all, but were simply sleeping. They had goblets in their hands, and the wine in the goblets had not yet dried. Sleep must have overtaken them at the moment when they were about to drain the cups to the bottom.
The prince passed a large courtyard paved with marble slabs, climbed the stairs and entered the first room. There, lined up and leaning on their halberds, the warriors of the palace guard were snoring with might and main.
He passed through a whole series of richly decorated chambers. In each of them, along the walls and around the tables, the prince saw many dressed ladies and elegant gentlemen. All of them were also fast asleep, some standing, some sitting.
And here in front of him, finally, is a room with gilded walls and a gilded ceiling. He entered and stopped.
On the bed, the curtains of which were thrown back, lay a beautiful young princess of about fifteen or sixteen years old (not counting the century she slept through).
The prince involuntarily closed his eyes: her beauty shone so much that even the gold around her seemed dull and pale. He quietly approached and knelt down in front of her.
At this very moment the hour appointed by the good fairy. struck.
The princess woke up, opened her eyes and looked at her deliverer.
- Oh, is it you, prince? - she said. - Finally! You've kept me waiting for a long time...
Before she had time to finish these words, everything around her awoke.
The first to speak was a small dog nicknamed Puff, who was lying at the feet of the princess. She yelped loudly when she saw a stranger, and the guard dogs from the yard answered her with hoarse barks. The horses neighed in the stable, the pigeons cooed under the roof.
The fire in the oven began to crackle as loud as it could, and the pheasants, which the cooks had not had time to finish frying a hundred years ago, turned brown in one minute.
The servants, under the supervision of the butler, were already setting the table in the mirrored dining room. And the ladies of the court, while waiting for breakfast, straightened their hair, tousled over a hundred years, and smiled at their sleepy gentlemen.
In the palace guards' room, the warriors again went about their usual business - stamping their heels and rattling their weapons.
And the gatekeepers, sitting at the entrance to the palace, finally drained the goblets and filled them again with good wine, which over the course of a hundred years had, of course, become older and better.
The entire castle, from the flag on the tower to the wine cellar, came to life and began to rustle.
But the prince and princess heard nothing. They looked at each other and couldn't stop looking at each other. The princess forgot that she had not eaten anything for a whole century, and the prince did not remember that he had not had poppy dew in his mouth since the morning. They talked for four whole hours and did not have time to say even half of what they wanted.
But everyone else was not in love and therefore died of hunger.
Finally, the senior maid of honor, who was as hungry as everyone else, could not stand it and reported to the princess that breakfast was served.
The prince shook hands with his bride and led her into the dining room. The princess was superbly dressed and looked at herself in the mirror with pleasure, and the prince in love, of course, did not say a word to her that the style of her dress had gone out of fashion at least a hundred years ago and that such sleeves and collars had not been worn since his great-great-grandmother.
However, even in an old-fashioned dress she looked better than anyone in the world.
The bride and groom sat down at the table. The most noble gentlemen served them various dishes of ancient cuisine. And the violins and oboes played for them lovely, long-forgotten songs of the last century.
The court poet immediately composed a new, although slightly old-fashioned, song about a beautiful princess who slept for a hundred years in an enchanted forest. Those who heard it really liked the song, and since then everyone, young and old, from cooks to kings, began to sing it.
And those who did not know how to sing songs told a fairy tale. This tale passed from mouth to mouth and finally came to you and me.
How a donkey, a hedgehog and a bear cub celebrated the New Year. Sergey Kozlov
Throughout the pre-New Year week, a blizzard raged in the fields.
There was so much snow in the forest that neither the Hedgehog, nor the Donkey, nor the Little Bear could leave the house all week.
Before the New Year, the blizzard subsided, and friends gathered at Hedgehog’s house.
“Tell you what,” said Little Bear, “we don’t have a Christmas tree.”
“No,” agreed Donkey.
“I don’t see that we have it,” said the Hedgehog. He liked to express himself in elaborate ways on holidays.
“We have to go look,” said the Bear.
-Where can we find her now? - Donkey was surprised. - It’s dark in the forest...
“And what snowdrifts!” sighed the Hedgehog.
“And yet we have to go get the Christmas tree,” said the Little Bear.
And all three left the house.
The blizzard had subsided, but the clouds had not yet dispersed, and not a single star was visible in the sky.
