How the crane rested. The Tale of the Cranes How the crane rested a fairy tale read

Hi all! Last Friday we were sick, so our theater went on a forced vacation.

And then spring came to us and we moved to "live" on the street

Today we took a huge bag, a bike with a trunk, put together the scenery and went to the Friday show. The performance was planned to be as close as possible to the original, G. Tsyferov's fairy tale "How the Crane Rested". Vanya loves cranes very much, builds them from everything that comes to hand (even from cookies and cheese), this tale was read to him to holes, but the performance turned out to be completely different, however, as always

One day two cranes went to rest by the river. (These are the constructions we have throughout the house, it’s impossible to disassemble and rearrange them in Vanya’s presence, the horror swears). We built cranes, discussed which of them is higher-lower-closer-further

And then more children joined us and the plot became completely different)) In the original, animals came up to the cranes and asked for help. One of the cranes was angry, and the second helped with ease. But the audience liked the basket on the crane so much that we started playing the amusement park: we pulled the string and the animals rolled around in the basket.

Slowly pushed the kids to the topic "what is good and what is bad" One crane grumbled and got angry all the time, did not want to be friends and ride with anyone, the children got involved in the process - let go of the rope and began to condemn the grumbler and each time praised the good man, who helped everyone
Then a squirrel jumped up and brought a bouquet of flowers to a good crane. The audience began to sniff the flowers in a circle and we began to play in the flower garden

And so our rested cranes returned home to the construction site, and there the cars that built the road were waiting for them. We all built a kind of road together, it was like a scene from the cartoon "Vacation of Boniface", the kids handed me scoops and cars and said "let's build"

Here is such a funny performance-game we got today. My son and I planned to play, and at the same time repeat, learn prepositions over-under-near, etc., but as a result we became friends and shared with the children, which is also very important. Unfortunately, there are few photos, three children we didn’t know played with us, so I tried to take pictures so that they didn’t get into the frame. And Vanya was periodically bored and he tried to open the beach season, I actively helped him look for stones and there was no time for a camera.

Thank you all for your attention and interest in our theatre!

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

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

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

"You see, I'm resting," said one crane.

And the other replied:

- Well, get a bucket - do not put up walls.

He gave the crane a bucket to the bear cub and thought: “Now you can rest.” Yes, it was not there.

A green frog jumped into the clearing:

- Dear cranes, please, I beg you, save my brother! He jumped, jumped - and jumped on a tree. And he can't get down.

But I'm resting! - one crane answered the frog.

And the other said:

- Well, to save a frog is not to carry a load.

And he took a mischievous frog from the tree.

- Bre-ke-ke-ke! Qua-qua! What a good crane! - croaked grateful frogs and started racing to the swamp.

So you will never rest! -

One crane creaked.

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

– Ah! - exclaimed the red squirrel - the mistress of the pine. “How nice of you to visit me!” All summer I gathered mushrooms for the winter. And I can’t lift the basket into the hollow. Please help me!

“Well then,” said the crane readily. - Lift the basket - not unload the car.

The tap picked up the basket of mushrooms and placed it right in the squirrel's hollow.

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

- Well, what are you! the crane answered shyly. - These are such trifles!

Now the crane could rest. Yes, but it was time to pack on the way back home. Evening came.

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

- Well, how did you rest? their bulldozer friend asked the cranes.

“I,” answered one crane, “sitting on the grass all day, doing nothing, but for some reason very tired. The back hurts, everything creaks.

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

“I didn’t know you liked flowers!” The bulldozer smiled.

“I didn’t even know myself!” exclaimed the good faucet and laughed.

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

“Lucky for people,” thought the cranes. - Rest, swim at the weekend! And we ... just stand and rust!

- Disorder! Red said one Saturday. We will also go to the river.

Red was older and more experienced than Blue, so it was not worth arguing with him. Yes, and I didn't want to.

- Go! Blue happily agreed.

The cranes left the construction site and drove onto the highway. The cars beeped in surprise, and the cranes waved their hooks to everyone. And the cars frightened out of the way for them. Therefore, having passed the city traffic jams, the cranes quickly reached the quarry.

There was nowhere to step on the warm sand, let alone drive! Carefully circling numerous beds and deck chairs, the cranes finally approached the water. People - some in the river, and some on the shore - froze in anticipation, seeing the metal giants. And the cranes, merrily twirling their "noses" - arrows, drove together into the oncoming wave. The deeper they went, the higher the water level rose. But the law of Archimedes was unfamiliar to the cranes.

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

“And the builders have nothing to do with it,” Red turned around. - We are run by crane operators!

“They don’t manage you well,” answered the loudest voice from the shore. We will complain!

“Let’s go,” Red said sadly to Blue.

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

Why did they drive us out? Blue wondered. We build houses for them!

- And they also say that “houses are bad”! Red replied. - As we rest, so are houses.

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

Red did not answer, because, fortunately, he did not meet bad people.

The cranes stopped in a quiet place, overgrown with willow and shrubs.

- Let's go for a swim! - Red commanded and was the first to move into the river. Blue did not take long to wait and followed his friend.

“Hey you, iron giraffes! - I heard a disgruntled cry from the bushes. "You'll scare away all the fish for me!"

The cranes had to get back on land. And how did they not notice the fisherman in the bushes? "Fu-fuu-fut" - a fishing line whistled somewhere nearby, and a shiny fish bait flopped into the water. The spinning reel creaked grumpily, winding the empty hook towards the shore.

- Well, scared away! The fisherman sighed sadly.

- Sorry! Blue said shyly.

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

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

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

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

Wagging her tail, she approached Blue and reached out her muzzle towards him.

- Duck? To me? Blue was confused and did not know what to do.

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

“What, I’ve never fished!” He blushed even more.

The old fisherman laughed.

“There aren’t even any fish like that!”

And suddenly the long "nose" of Krasny tilted, and the crane almost fell into the river. Blue barely had time to catch it.

- This is called "pecking," the angler said importantly. - Hook up!

Red struggled to tighten the hook. Even a concrete slab now seemed to him easier than today's production! The prey was alive and rested. But the crane is stronger!

- Catfish! the old man clapped his hands like a child.

- I thought it was a whale! Blue confessed.

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

- Two hundred kilograms, no less! - Red said with the air of a great connoisseur. - Here's a gift from us, grandpa!

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

I don't need such a present! the old man waved. - Fishing is a sport. Caught, admired - let go. Just bring the duck back!

The redhead yelped in agreement.

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

- And it's time for us! - said the fisherman, dismantling the spinning. - Nice to meet you guys.

The redhead whimpered for a long time. The cranes were sad - they were sorry to part with a good fisherman.

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

- What a beauty! Balloons!

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

- Decreasing! the fisherman guessed. - Here's an eccentric, here's the river!

- He's losing weight in front of his eyes! Blue looked.

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

“They are dropping cargo, so-a-ak ...” the old man frowned. Looks like they're falling!

Passengers rushed about in the basket and shouted something. The wind carried away their voices, and the ball became thinner and wrinkled.

- Go ahead, Blue! Red boomed. We must save people!

Both cranes rushed into the river.

- We hook the ball with hooks from two sides: I am on the right, you are on the left! - Shouting over the wind, Red led.

- One two Three! Catch the balloon! - the fisherman encouraged from the shore. Ryzhukha barked with excitement.

Fuck! - and the left side of the ball was torn, pierced by the hook of the Red Crane. Fuck! - and the right side was on the hook at the Blue.

- Guard, they pierced my ball! – I heard a shrill male voice from the basket.

Cranes carefully landed the basket with passengers near the water. The green matter swelled in the wind like a sail. People, going ashore, vying with each other thanked the Red and Blue for the salvation. And only one fat little man did not let up:

“You will pay me for the ball!” Robbed, broken! You…

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

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

The summer rain drizzled. Thunder rumbles were heard in the distance.

“There’s no time to get home before a thunderstorm,” the old man decided. - We'll have to hide in the forest. The river is dangerous!

“We'll make a tent out of balloon scraps,” Blue thought.

In two accounts, friends coped with a simple job. And, making sure that the old man and the dog were in a safe shelter, they began to say goodbye.

We need to get back to work! - cranes were issued in unison.

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

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

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

The fairy tale participated in the competition: A fairy tale about friendship

"Cock and Sunshine"
Lisa, Katya and Styopa lie on the rug, and I read them a fairy tale about how the cockerel was looking for the sun.

“- Do you know where the sun is? he asked the kitten.

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

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

And not only to wash: “‒ Kwak-so? ' croaked the frog. “It's all because of me. I forgot to my water lily "Good morning!" say".

At that moment, Sasha ran past and landed next to us. In the mornings, she is often such a frog, and it became interesting for her to listen to how events would develop. Meanwhile, the cockerel returned home and remembered: “I offended my mother yesterday, but forgot to apologize.” And as soon as he said: “Mom, forgive me, please!”, then the sun came out. Liza, saddened by the whole story, smiled: she loves very much when everyone puts up and makes friends with each other. And the recipe for a good morning is quite simple! Wash up, say hello and make up if suddenly the previous evening did not end very well.

"Bumblebee"
Airplanes get closer in the summer. Denis, Yarik and Nikita tell how they flew on a plane and what to do in order not to be afraid. While reading this tale, the drone of an airplane is heard close, close, in the bud of a flower. This bumblebee flew there in the evening, and the bud closed. All night the disgruntled bumblebee buzzed, and in the morning the flower confessed to the neighbors that he dreamed of a huge plane. I always read this fairy tale to airplane lovers. After her, the boys examine the flowers in the flowerbeds with special interest: will a bumblebee-airplane fit in a bud?

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

At the end of the walk, we would definitely read The Train from Romashkovo. The sun was becoming unbearably hot, we carried the bench to the shady side of the garden and meditated at each fabulous stop. “But if we don’t see the first lilies of the valley now, then we’ll be late for the whole summer! ..” It seemed to me that the children were listening to a story about how the passengers of the train enjoy sonorous nightingale trills, study gentle lilies of the valley and bask in the rays of the setting sun, not quite understanding what is the real value of all this. And I thought: how to make them feel the meaning of these stops?

The idea arose to arrange such a “station” in our summer “journey”, but the teachers and I could not find a specific form: lilies of the valley and nightingales are exotic for Siberia, and you won’t meet the sunset in the garden ... The idea was born by our nanny, who offered to have a picnic, and each teacher supported her based on their interests. I am in connection with this book.

For me and my children, a picnic is the fourth station of the "Engine from Romashkovo". It was held in the park of young naturalists: with traditional relay races, delicious snacks and exploration of the park space. Staying together outside the usual course of time and route, the joy of our own discoveries - this is the image that has become memorable for us and connected the space of a fairy tale with our experience.

So summer holidays in our garden are held together with the heroes of the Gingerbread City, and without them it is already difficult to imagine it.

Ludmila Ursulenko

...Two cranes worked at the construction site for a whole week. And when the day off came, they decided to go out of town - over a high hill, over a blue river, over a green meadow - to rest.

And as soon as the cranes settled down on the soft grass among the fragrant flowers, a small bear cub stomped into the clearing and plaintively asked:

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

You see, I'm resting, - said one crane.

And the other replied:

Well, to get a bucket - do not put up walls.

He lifted the bucket crane, gave it to the bear cub and thought: "Now you can rest." Yes, it was not there.

A green frog jumped into the clearing:

Dear cranes, please, please, save my brother! He jumped, jumped - and jumped on a tree. And he can't get down.

But I'm on vacation! - one crane answered the frog.

And the other said:

Well, to save a frog is not to carry a load.

And he took a mischievous frog from the tree ...