The fox carries me to the distant forests, a fairy tale. Cat, rooster and fox: Russian folk tale
Once upon a time there was a cat and a rooster, they lived together. The cat went into the forest to hunt, and ordered the rooster to sit at home, not to open the doors and not to look out of the window: the thief fox would not carry it away. The cat went into the forest, and the fox was right there: he ran up to the window and sang:
Kukureku, cockerel,
golden comb,
Oil head,
Silk beard!
Look out the window:
I'll give you some peas.
The cockerel wanted to see who was singing so sweetly; He looked out the window, and the fox scratched him! - and dragged. The fox is carrying a rooster, and the rooster cries:
The fox is carrying me
For the dark forests,
For the high mountains,
To distant lands!
Brother cat
Get me off!
The cat heard a familiar voice, caught up with the fox, fought off the cockerel and brought it home.
“Look, Petya,” says the cat, “tomorrow I will move on, don’t listen to the fox, don’t look out the window; Otherwise, the fox will eat you and leave no bones.
The cat left, and the fox was again under the window and singing:
Kukureku, cockerel,
golden comb,
Oil head,
Silk beard!
Look out the window:
I'll give you a pea
I'll give you some grains.
The cockerel hung on for a long time and didn’t look out, even though he really wanted to see what kind of grains the fox had. The fox saw that the rooster was not peeking out, and began to sing again:
Kukureku, cockerel,
golden comb,
Oil head,
Silk beard!
Here the boyars were riding,
The millet was scattered
There is no one to pick.
At this point the cockerel couldn’t stand it anymore, he wanted to see what kind of millet the boyars had scattered there - he looked out: and the fox cockerel was scratching! - and dragged. The cockerel crows again:
The fox is carrying me
For the dark forests,
For the high mountains,
To distant lands!
Brother cat
Help me out of trouble!
The cat was far away; he barely heard a familiar voice; however, he ran in pursuit, caught up with the fox, beat off the cockerel and brought it home.
- Look, cockerel! Tomorrow I will go even further. Don't listen to the fox, don't look out the window; otherwise you will scream, but I will not hear.
The cat left, and the fox sang under the window:
Kukureku, cockerel,
golden comb,
Oil head,
Silk beard!
Look out the window
Look a little:
Like Karpov's yard
Pokatana mountain,
There are sleigh-scooters standing,
They roll themselves
They want to go themselves.
The cockerel wants to take at least one look at the scooter-sleigh, but he thinks to himself: “No, I won’t look out; The fox will leave, then I’ll see!” The fox began to sing her song again, and the cockerel said to her:
- No, don’t deceive me anymore, fox, I won’t look out!
- Why should I deceive you? - the fox answers. - If you want, look, if you want, no. Goodbye! It's time for me to go home.
The fox ran away and hid around the corner. The cockerel does not hear the fox; he wanted to see if she had really left - he looked out; and his fox is a scratcher! - and dragged.
No matter how much the cockerel crowed, the cat did not hear him: he was too far away.
» Cat, rooster and fox
A fairy tale about how a fox wanted to eat a rooster. She came for the first time when no one was home and took away the cockerel. The cat rushed to the rescue and saved him. The second time the fox again grabbed the rooster, and again the cat was not far from the house and saved him. The third time the fox grabbed the rooster and took it to her home. When the cat returned and saw that the rooster was gone, he ran to the fox’s house, saved him, and beat the fox and all her children. And the fox didn’t come to them anymore.
Once upon a time there was an old man who had a cat and a rooster. The old man went into the forest to work, the cat brought him food, and left the rooster to guard the house. At that time the fox came, sat under the window and sang:
Crow, cockerel,
golden comb,
Look out the window
I'll give you some peas.
The rooster stuck his head out and looked: who is singing here? And the fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to his hut. The rooster cried:
- The fox carries me through dark forests, through dense forests, along steep banks, over high mountains. Cat Kotofeevich, save me!
The cat heard the cry and gave chase, overtook the fox, fought off the rooster and brought him home.
“Look, Petya,” the cat tells him, “don’t look out the window, don’t trust the fox: she will eat you and won’t leave any bones.”
The old man went into the forest again to work, and the cat brought him food. When the old man left, he ordered the rooster to take care of the house and not look out the window. But the fox really wanted to eat the cockerel. She came to the hut and sang:
Crow, cockerel,
golden comb,
Look out the window
I'll give you a pea
I'll give you some grains.
The rooster walks around the hut, is silent, does not respond. The fox sang the song again and threw peas out the window. The rooster ate the peas and said:
- No, fox, you can’t deceive me! You want to eat me... and you won't leave any bones.
- That's enough, Petya! Will I eat you? I wanted you to stay with me, to look at my life, to look at my property!
And she sang in a sweet voice:
Crow, cockerel,
golden comb,
oil head,
Look out the window
I gave you peas
I'll give you some grains.
The rooster looked out the window, and the fox caught his claws. The rooster crowed with good obscenities:
- The fox carries me through dark forests, through dense forests, along steep banks, over high mountains. Cat Kotofeevich, save me!
The cat heard the cry, set off in pursuit, caught up with the fox and fought off the rooster.
“Didn’t I tell you, Petya, don’t look out the window - the fox will eat you and won’t leave any bones!” Look, listen to me! We'll go far tomorrow.
So again the old man went to work, and the cat brought him bread. The fox crept under the window and immediately began to sing a song. She crowed three times, but the rooster is still silent.
“What is this,” says the fox, “now Petya is completely numb!”
- No, fox, you won’t deceive me! I won't look out the window.
The fox threw peas and wheat out the window and sang again:
Crow, cockerel,
golden comb,
oil head,
Look out the window
I have a mansion,
The mansions are large,
In every corner
Wheat by measure:
Eat, I'm full, I don't want it!
Then she added:
- Yes, you should look, Petya, how many wonders I have! That's it, don't trust the cat! If I wanted to eat you, I would have done it a long time ago. And then you see - I love you, I want to show you to people and teach you how to live in the world. Show yourself, Petya! Now I'm going around the corner!
And hid behind the wall...
The rooster jumped onto the bench, stuck his head out the window, and the fox grabbed his claws - and that was it! The rooster crowed at the top of his lungs, but the old man and the cat were far away and did not hear his cry.
How long or short does it take the cat to return home and see: the cockerel is gone, he needs to help him out of trouble. The cat immediately dressed up as a guslar, grabbed a club in his paws and went to the fox’s hut. He came and started playing the harp:
- Jangling, harpers, golden strings! Is Lisafya at home, or at home with the children, one daughter is Chuchelka, the other is Podchuchelka, the third is Give-a-shuttle, the fourth is Sweep-six, the fifth is Pipe-Close, the sixth is Fire-Blow, and the seventh is Bake-Pies!
Lisa says:
- Come, Chuchelka, look who sings such a good song?
The scarecrow went out of the gate, and the guslier tapped her on the pubis and in the box and sang the same song again. The fox sends another daughter, and after another - a third, and after a third - a fourth, and so on, whichever one comes out of the gate - the guslar will do its job: a knock on the pubis - and in the box! Killed all the Fox children one by one.
The fox is waiting for them and can't wait. “Let me,” he thinks, “I’ll see for myself!”
She went out of the gate, and the cat swung his baton, and as soon as it hit her on the head, she was out of her mind! The cockerel was delighted, flew out the window and thanks the cat for his salvation. They returned to the old man and began to live and live and make good things for themselves.
On a mushroom forest edge,
In a warm low hut,
There lived a cat and a cockerel -
Golden comb.
The third blackbird lived in the hut,
He loved to sing on holidays.
And on weekdays a blackbird with a cat
Leave the house in the morning
Guarded by a cockerel.
The blackbird knows that winter is coming:
To be warm in winter,
They need to chop wood.
Early morning smart cat
Gives orders to the cockerel,
So as not to look out the window,
I didn’t sing songs in vain,
And the fox's cunning speeches
It's better to hide behind the stove.
The road is far away in the forest -
There is no time to help them.
The godfather visited me -
Do you need a lot of brains?
Alone cockerel in the forest
Both servant and master.
The fox sat under the window,
She sang in a sweet voice:
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden comb,
Oil head,
Silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you some peas!
The cockerel forgot his order
And to the window for display.
I fell into the claws of the little fox.
My heart sank: gone!
-Ku-ka-re-ku! Help!
Save me from the fox!
The little fox runs fast,
The cockerel screams:
The fox is carrying me
For the dark forests,
For fast rivers,
For the high mountains...
Cat and blackbird
Save me!
They hear the cries of a blackbird and a cat,
Yes, hurry up and get the cockerel.
It was taken from the fox
And they turned back to the hut.
And in the morning the cat again
Gives orders to the cockerel,
So as not to look out the window,
I didn’t sing songs in vain,
And the fox's cunning speeches
It's better to hide behind the stove.
The road is far away in the forest -
There is no time to help them.
Everything is closed: windows, doors.
Forest animals are still sleeping.
The cockerel was daydreaming...
Suddenly a familiar voice:
There's a fox under the window again -
Godfather to everyone and sister to everyone.
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden comb,
Oil head,
Silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you some peas!
The cockerel sits behind the stove.
Again the fox with sly speech:
The boys were running
The wheat was scattered
Chickens are pecking
But they don’t give it to roosters...
How can you tolerate such a word?
He is at the window, ready for anything.
-Ko-ko-ko! Why don't they give it!
Without me they peck the grain?
The cockerel forgot his order
And to the window for display.
I fell into the claws of the little fox.
My heart sank: gone!
-Ku-ka-re-ku! Help!
Save me from the fox!
The little fox runs fast,
The cockerel screams:
The fox is carrying me
For the dark forests,
For fast rivers,
For the high mountains...
Cat and blackbird
Save me!
They hear the cries of a blackbird and a cat,
Yes, hurry up and get the cockerel.
The cat is running along the path,
A blackbird flies over the fir trees.
The cockerel was barely recaptured
And they turned back into the hut,
They took pity, fed
They put the poor guy to bed.
The days go by - work awaits.
The blackbird is calling to chop wood.
Early in the morning the cat again
The cockerel is given the order:
Be patient, my friend, a little,
Don't look out the window.
Don't let us down,
Don't leave the hut.
No matter what the little fox sings,
You don't care about her.
The blackbird and I will go far away,
We'll be back only in the evening.
A cat and a thrush are walking into the thicket,
And the fox is right there.
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden comb,
Oil head,
Silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you some peas!
The cockerel hid -
You can hear a cricket singing.
But the fox is patient
Poured playfully:
The boys were running
The wheat was scattered
Chickens are pecking
But they don’t give it to roosters...
The cockerel doesn't say a word,
And the fox at the porch:
People were running
Nuts were poured
The chickens are pecking
Roosters are not given...
No, the rooster couldn't stand it -
The window suddenly opened:
-Ko-ko-ko! How come they don’t?
All the nuts will be picked up!
The fox grabbed the rooster
Glad I outsmarted you.
-Help! Ku-ka-re-ku!
And the fox - for the fast river:
There's a high mountain there
It has a spacious hole.
The path is not close, not far.
The cockerel understands
That his friends can't hear him,
Somehow everything turned out awkwardly...
The cat and the thrush entered the hut -
The cockerel was not found in it.
What is there to think and guess?
We need to help a friend!
Following the fox's tracks
The cat found the way himself.
Guselki set up okay
And he sang easily and smoothly:
Jangling, golden goosebumps,
The strings are sonorous, tight,
Is Lisafya-kuma at home?
The guests have tons of gifts!
The blackbird gives roulades,
What is your nightingale singing?
The fox listened for a long time.
How can one not be tempted here?
From the hole he goes to the guests,
But the gifts are too tough.
The cat and the blackbird grabbed her,
They shamed me and beat me.
I barely lost my tail,
May she be smarter in future.
Cockerel friends - in a basket:
-Be patient a little longer!
They brought him home -
Thank God he's alive!
The three of them still live together:
A cockerel and a blackbird with a cat.
And the fox doesn’t touch them -
Shame on the redhead for robbery.
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About the fairy tale
Russian folk tale is part of the nation's cultural heritage. Children of all ages need to read fairy tales. Through children's fairy tales, a child will be able to get acquainted with the beauty of the great and mighty Russian language. Through meeting fairy-tale characters, the little listener (reader) gradually enters the world of relationships between people.
A good example of a relationship is the fairy tale “The Cockerel is the Golden Comb.” The heroes of this fairy tale are representatives of the animal world. However, all the events that occur in a fairy tale can always be connected with real life. All relationships between fairy-tale characters can be considered as an example of relationships between people.
So, in one magical fairy-tale forest, three bosom friends lived and lived: a cat, a blackbird and a cockerel - a golden comb. The cat and the blackbird were busy with their daily work. Every day the friends went into the forest to get firewood. Cockerel, as the youngest, was left at home, in the hut, to manage the housework. And they always sternly warned him that he must sit quietly in the hut and not look out the window. And if a cheating fox appears, then don’t even vote.
Everything that the cat and the blackbird feared happened to the cockerel on the very first day when they went to get firewood. The sly fox learned that the cat and blackbird would not be at home. She came to her friends’ house and began in a gentle voice to persuade the cockerel to look out the window. She promised to give him peas. He leaned out the window. The red-haired cheat grabbed her prey and dragged her to her home.
The cockerel got scared and began loudly calling his friends for help. The cat and the blackbird heard calls for help. They ran and saved their naughty comrade. On the second day they began to gather in the forest thicket for firewood. And again they warned the cockerel not to listen to the sly fox. The cockerel would be glad to listen to his friends. But the red-haired cheat again outwitted the cockerel. Once again the cat and the thrush came to the rescue of their feathered friend.
On the third day everything happened again. The cat and the thrush went into the forest to get firewood. The cockerel was given strict orders not to listen to the fox's entreaties. The cockerel promised his older comrades to sit quietly and not lean out of the window. But natural curiosity defeated caution and prudence. The fox came and again lured the cockerel out with deception and temptation. He looked out the window and the red-haired beast, clutching him tightly, dragged him towards her home.
In vain the cockerel called for help from his faithful friends. They were very far from home and did not hear him. For the third time, the cat and the blackbird had to save their foolish friend. They rushed in the footsteps of the red-haired thief and found her hole. They gave her good blows. The cat tore it with its claws, and the blackbird pecked at it painfully. They took the cockerel and all went home together.
This tale can serve as a good example of what happens to naughty children when they do not listen to their elders. And also in the content of this story there is an example of true friendship and mutual assistance. It was the friends who came to the aid of the cockerel in difficult times.
The full text of the fairy tale for children, written in large print, can be read below.
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Once upon a time there was a cat, a thrush and a cockerel - a golden comb. They lived in the forest, in a hut. The cat and the blackbird go into the forest to chop wood, and leave the cockerel alone.
If they leave, they are severely punished:
We will go far, but you stay housekeeper and don’t raise your voice; when the fox comes, don't look out the window.
The fox found out that the cat and thrush were not at home, ran to the hut, sat under the window and sang:
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden comb,
Oil head,
Silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you some peas.
The cockerel put his head out the window. The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.
The cockerel crowed:
The fox is carrying me
For the dark forests,
For fast rivers,
For the high mountains...
Cat and blackbird, save me!..
The cat and the blackbird heard it, rushed in pursuit and took the cockerel from the fox.
Another time, the cat and the blackbird went into the forest to chop wood and again punished:
Well, now, rooster, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further, we won’t hear your voice.
They left, and the fox again ran to the hut and sang:
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden comb,
Oil head,
Silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you some peas.
The boys were running
The wheat was scattered
The chickens are pecking
Roosters are not given...
Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!
The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.
The cockerel crowed:
The fox is carrying me
For the dark forests,
For fast rivers,
For the high mountains...
Cat and blackbird, save me!..
The cat and the blackbird heard it and rushed in pursuit. The cat is running, the blackbird is flying... They caught up with the fox - the cat is fighting, the blackbird is pecking, and the cockerel is taken away.
Whether long or short, the cat and the blackbird gathered again in the forest to chop wood. When leaving, they strictly punish the cockerel:
Don’t listen to the fox, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further and won’t hear your voice.
And the cat and the blackbird went far into the forest to chop wood. And the fox is right there: he sat under the window and sings:
Cockerel, cockerel,
golden comb,
Oil head,
Silk beard,
Look out the window
I'll give you some peas.
The cockerel sits and says nothing. And the fox again:
The boys were running
The wheat was scattered
The chickens are pecking
Roosters are not given...
The cockerel keeps quiet. And the fox again:
People were running
Nuts were poured
The chickens are pecking
Roosters are not given...
The cockerel put his head out the window:
Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!
The fox grabbed him tightly in her claws and carried him into her hole, beyond the dark forests, beyond the fast rivers, beyond the high mountains... No matter how much the cockerel screamed or called, the cat and the blackbird did not hear him. And when we returned home, the cockerel was gone.
The cat and the blackbird ran along the fox's tracks. The cat is running, the blackbird is flying...
We ran to the fox's hole. The cat set up the caterpillars and let’s practice:
Ring, rattle, harpers,
Golden strings...
Is Lisafya-kuma still at home?
Are you in your warm nest?
The fox listened, listened and thought:
“Let me see who plays the harp so well and hums sweetly.”
She took it and crawled out of the hole. The cat and the blackbird grabbed her - and began to beat and beat her. They beat and beat her until she lost her legs.
They took the cockerel, put it in a basket and brought it home.
And from then on they began to live and be, and they still live...
We read, watch and listen to children's fairy tales:
Once upon a time there was a cat, a thrush and a cockerel - a golden comb. They lived in the forest, in a hut. The cat and the blackbird go into the forest to chop wood, and leave the cockerel alone. If they leave, they are severely punished:
“We’ll go far, but you stay to be a housekeeper, and don’t raise your voice; when the fox comes, don’t look out the window.”
The fox found out that the cat and thrush were not at home, ran to the hut, sat under the window and sang: “Cockerel, cockerel, Golden comb, Butterhead, Silk beard, Look out the window, I’ll give you a pea.”
The cockerel put his head out the window. The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole. The cockerel cried: “The fox is carrying me, beyond the dark forests, beyond the fast rivers, beyond the high mountains... Cat and blackbird, save me!..” The cat and blackbird heard, rushed in pursuit and took the cockerel from the fox. Another time, the cat and the blackbird went into the forest to chop wood and again punished:
- Well, now, rooster, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further, we won’t hear your voice. They left, and the fox again ran to the hut and sang: “Cockerel, cockerel, Golden comb, Butter head, Silk beard, Look out the window, I’ll give you a pea.” The cockerel sits and says nothing. And the fox - again: - The guys ran, They scattered the wheat, They pecked the chickens, They didn’t give it to the roosters... The cockerel put his head out the window: - Co-co-co! How can they not give it?! The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole. The cockerel cried: “The fox is carrying me beyond the dark forests, beyond the fast rivers, beyond the high mountains... Cat and blackbird, save me!”
The cat and the blackbird heard it and rushed in pursuit. The cat is running, the blackbird is flying... They caught up with the fox - the cat is fighting, the blackbird is pecking, and the cockerel is taken away.
Whether long or short, the cat and the blackbird gathered again in the forest to chop wood. When leaving, they strictly punish the cockerel:
“Don’t listen to the fox, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further and won’t hear your voice.”
And the cat and the blackbird went far into the forest to chop wood. And the fox was right there: she sat down under the window and sang: “Cockerel, cockerel, Golden comb, Butterhead, Silk beard, Look out the window.” I'll give you some peas. The cockerel sits and says nothing. And the fox - again: - The guys ran, They scattered the wheat, They pecked the chickens, They didn’t give it to the roosters... The cockerel kept silent. And the fox - again: - People ran, Nuts were poured, Chickens are pecking, Roosters are not given... The cockerel put his head out the window: - Co-co-co! How can they not give it?!
The fox grabbed him tightly in her claws and carried him into her hole, beyond the dark forests, beyond the fast rivers, beyond the high mountains...
No matter how much the cockerel crowed or called, the cat and the blackbird did not hear him. And when we returned home, the cockerel was gone.
The cat and the blackbird ran in Fox's footsteps. The cat is running, the thrush is flying... They ran to the fox's hole. The cat tuned the goselki and let's practice: - Tinkling, strumming, goseltsy, Golden strings... Is Lisafya-kuma still at home, In her warm nest? The fox listened and listened and thought: “Let me see who plays the harp so well and hums sweetly.”
She took it and crawled out of the hole. The cat and the blackbird grabbed her - and began to beat and beat her. They beat and beat her until she lost her legs. They took the cockerel, put it in a basket and brought it home. And from then on they began to live and be, and they still live.
