Short bedtime stories for kids. The best bedtime stories to read

Psychologists have long proven that a fairy tale is a special type of communication and transfer of love from parents to children. A book read by mom, dad, grandma or grandpa helps to form basic values, develops imagination, and makes the child calm down and get ready for bed. You can read fairy tales not only classic, but also modern ones. The Night of Good website presents the best modern works that are popular with parents. Only here you will find short and instructive tales about Peppa Pig, Luntik, Paw Patrol, Ninya Turtles, Vince and other cartoon characters. This will capture the baby's attention and allow him to spend even more time with his favorite characters. A happy baby will be incredibly grateful to her parents.

How to properly organize such a ritual as putting a child to bed?
It is not recommended to eat before going to bed. The last meal should be two hours before meals.
You can drink a glass of warm milk.
Don't forget to remind your baby to go to the toilet and brush his teeth.

All needs have been met, procedures have been carried out, and now you can read a fairy tale for children with a clear conscience. The baby will not be distracted, nothing will bother him. You need to read a fairy tale before bed in a calm voice. Psychologists advise choosing not combat and adventure works, but calmer ones that would put you to sleep and lull you to sleep. To attract attention, you can sit next to the child and show him pictures from the book. Or sit at the feet, so that the baby can fantasize more and imagine the characters on his own.
Remember, the child's psyche is not able to concentrate for more than six minutes. Attention will wander if you take too long to read. The optimal duration of reading a fairy tale for children is 5-10 minutes.

It is important to read fairy tales every day. This is not just a habit, but a kind of tradition. It is she who helps the baby create support and know that his world is stable. At the same time, if you are in a bad mental state, it is better not to read a fairy tale. Ask them to replace you or explain to your child that you are not feeling well. Otherwise, the baby may become “infected” with a bad mood without realizing it.

It is important to choose the right fairy tale for your child. After all, it carries morality. If the fairy tale is evil and cruel, then the child may develop an incorrect vision of reality. For example, the fairy tale The Little Mermaid tells that true love is cruel and generally leads to death. Cinderella teaches that you need to wait for the prince. Very susceptible children may receive incorrect attitudes into their subconscious, which will then have to be treated by a psychiatrist. We suggest you find a fairy tale right now and read it for your beloved baby.

In one distant and remote village, there lived an old man and an old woman. Their days passed quietly and measuredly until...

No great misfortune happened. Their daughter and son-in-law disappeared, having gone on vacation to a distant and unknown country, leaving them with two children. The children were very bored without their parents. This was especially hard for my granddaughter, who was only two years old; she cried all day long. But there was no less sadness in the grandson’s eyes, even if he tried to hold back the tears. His grandson’s age still allowed him to enjoy this salty moisture.

This is the sad beginning of our fairy tale.

But days passed after days, and the nights flew by even more unnoticed. Summer passed, followed by autumn, and a cold and harsh winter came. It was a snowy year, the old people's hut was covered almost to the top. The entire rubble and roof were covered with the white downy feather feathers of winter. Even the shutters and windows were dusted with snow, and the glass was painted with strange patterns by the frost. And there was a fairy-tale hut on the edge of the village, right next to the forest...

On long winter nights, one could often hear the howling of the wind or wild animals. Logs were crackling in the stove, and there was a cricket under the floorboards. Warm grandmother's socks warmed the feet hanging from a huge old chest. The children sat, covered with their grandfather's blanket, clutching their toys to themselves, and listened to another bedtime story. The old woman began her story to the rhythmic sound of her knitting needles. Her voice enveloped the listeners and immersed them in the world of fairy tales and dreams. Most of all, the children liked the happy ending of all the stories. Their faces broke into a contented smile, because they experienced all the hardships with the heroes of fairy tales. Somewhere there, deep in their souls, there lived in them hope for a miracle that was supposed to happen to them. The children were accustomed to the simple surroundings of an unprepossessing village house; many things here brought joy. How many warm memories will remain with them for the rest of their lives: the grandfather puffing over his work, the grandmother knocking with her knitting needles and their long fairy tales with a happy ending.

And they all began like this: “Whether it happened or not, my grandfather told me, and he was told by the forester, an old local old man.”

The tale of the forest eccentric old man

Yes, there was an old forest worker in a deep forest, in a small dugout. He frightened and frightened strangers, the forest did not give offense, and he was reputed to be the protection of an animal, that’s how wonderful he was. He may be unsightly on the outside, but his soul is pure. He did not harm people and did not offend them for nothing. And he kept it a secret from everyone that he had a magical gift and could perform miracles.

Well, the forester had this habit - on winter nights before New Year's, he wandered around and tested people for kindness and responsiveness, for compassion and mercy. Those who passed the test were rewarded with the fulfillment of their innermost desire. Since everything happened on New Year’s Eve, no one had any idea that the strange grandfather who visited them was working miracles. Some felt sorry for him, others mocked his rags and appearance, some were simply indifferent to the grief of others, but the old man did not bear a grudge against anyone. He just loves to do good and make others happy.

The forester's dugout was always a little crowded; hares and squirrels, hedgehogs and owls, foxes and wolves, as well as many other animals found shelter here. Everyone in need of help behaved friendly towards each other. After all, only one who has known misfortune can have compassion. You could often see the little animals carrying whatever they could to the dugout. Only the location of the forester’s dwelling was hidden from people. The exception was travelers who were lost in the forest and exhausted. It was the little animals that brought them here. Everyone who visited the dugout considered it their duty to help the old man in his good deeds.

At any time of the year and in any weather, this part of the forest was noisy. The permanent residents of the hut had their own responsibilities. Everyone did their job: Toptygin Bear, the chief beekeeper, brought honey from the forest, sometimes raspberries and fish. He did all the work that was beyond the strength of others: he collected firewood for the winter, repaired the hut, and helped others when they needed to carry heavy things. The little fox-sister kept order, kept the house clean and scolded all the dirty ones. The hedgehog was her assistant, clearing the yard of leaves, tidying up trash everywhere and storing straw for kindling. The frog-frog and the little mouse baked bread and cheesecakes; everything that others brought was dried, crumbled, steamed, fried and stored for the winter for the whole large company. The gray wolf lit the stove, got firewood from the forest, and didn’t destroy trees in vain, even though he loved the warmth. The goat-dereza, a bully and a bully, also lived with them, but they forgave her for her difficult character for the nourishing and medicinal milk. Dereza helped other animals to collect mushrooms and berries for the winter and for food. The old forester looked after them all, told whom and what to do, treated the sick, prepared herbs and brewed miraculous drinks. Having put everyone to bed at night, he told an instructive fairy tale about how good defeats evil, work ennobles anyone, and beautiful appearance cannot replace a kind heart and many other stories. One of his favorite fairy tales was about a girl with an angelic face, whose name was Nyuta. It started like this:

“Beyond the mountains, behind the valleys, in a village or in a village, I know for sure - on earth, there lived a husband and wife. And their days passed in sorrow, until they found their daughter. She was born white, rosy, all beautiful, without a blemish, not a child - an angel. The daughter was named Nyutochka, Nyutochka-Anyutochka, they couldn’t get enough of it, they cherished it, caressed it, caressed it and received the fruit. Here.

Nyutochka is a beauty, everyone really likes her, most of all herself. Do not disrespect the mother and father, for such a child, do everything in jest. If there is a dispute, she is right. Rumors have already spread about her: is she not the child of great persons, is she not a foundling?

Much time has passed since then, the beautiful girl grew up, blossomed to the joy of her mother and father. And having lived to the age of fifteen, Nyutochka never cooked dinner, she never washed or chalked the floors, she lived on everything ready-made from birth. She didn’t dirty her white hands, and didn’t have any worries except to admire herself, and wanted to stay like that for a long time. She heard from her neighbors that somewhere in the forest there lived an old man who was over a hundred years old. They said that he knew about everything in the world and could give practical advice. The only problem was that no one knew exactly the way to it. This saddened and worried Nyutochka, but the desire to remain forever young was stronger than any doubt in her.

She began to ask the priest to go into the forest in search of the old man. She reproached him in her hearts, accused him of loving Nyutochka little, since she could not perform such a favor - yet his darling daughter asked him. Father was sad, he was grieving, but what wouldn’t you do for the sake of your child? His wife collected some food for him in his knapsack. The father put on new bast shoes, hugged everyone goodbye and went in search of the old forest man.

A day passed, then another, then more, I can’t count how many have passed. The wife was sad that she was left without a husband. Nyutochka thinks and grieves not about her missing father, but about her unfulfilled dream. Now Nyutochka began to ask her mother to find her the old forest man. She did not forget to mention to her father that he loved her, apparently, more than her mother. The poor woman has nothing to answer the speeches of her child, and you can’t get your husband out of trouble while sitting at home. She packed a knapsack with bread and water for the journey. She bowed to her home, hugged her obstinate daughter and went into the distant forest in search of her husband and the old forest man.

And from then on, Nyutochka was left alone, without a mother or father. Now there is no one to clean the hut, cook food, light the stove or do any other work; the beauty is not accustomed to doing such nonsense. She was sad a little about her father and mother, and most of all about the fact that she had lost her breadwinners. And then a lucky fate befell her - the master’s son took a liking to the white-faced woman, and was not left to spend the fierce winter in cold and hunger. He invited Nyutochka to the mansion of the master, to visit, to live for her own pleasure, to eat deliciously and sleep softly, and not to burden the white hands with work.

She did not live long in the elegant and warm mansions; she was soon transferred to the room for the domestic servants, apparently, and beauty did not help to keep the love that was not there. That’s when Nyutochka began to wonder how she didn’t appreciate the selfless love of her parents. Now the servants have cold and stale bread around the corner, they work from morning until night without straightening their backs.

She lived at the bar until spring and followed the same path and road to a distant, dense forest, with clean water and stale bread in her knapsack. Nyutochka wandered for a day, then a second and a third, there was no food or water left, her legs were bleeding, she was completely exhausted, but she was wandering. Completely exhausted, the animals found the girl and took her to the old forest man’s hut.

Nyutochka told the old man about her life, cried and began to ask him to help find her parents. Lesovichok replied that he would be glad to provide her with such a service, but he did not have magical powers and he and his helpless little animals needed help. They just have nothing to pay with.

The last hope for a miracle collapsed, and the beautiful girl remained a miserable orphan. There is no one to caress and say a kind word to her. Nyutochka decided to help the forest dwellers. From that time on, the girl began to manage the forestry farm. Finally, she understood how important it is to feel needed. When doing good, do not expect reward.

A lot of time has passed since Nyuta began to live in a forest hut. The old forest man and the little animals were very happy about her presence, feeling the maternal warmth emanating from the girl. Every morning she got up earlier than everyone else, trying to please the inhabitants of the hut with some new invention. I went to bed when everyone was already asleep. She was patient and sweet not only with sick animals, but also with healthy animals. Most often, the restless little one was capricious and spoiled, ready to turn everything upside down. Nyuta did not curse fate for the fact that her life turned out this way. The girl’s hands had seen a lot of work, her hair was not so carefully combed and styled, there was not enough time to preen herself, looking in the mirror for hours. The little white girl was now unrecognizable. The “delicate flower” changed not only in appearance, but she also saw a lot with different eyes. Some nights Nyuta cried quietly into her pillow. Her tears flowed about what could not be returned: about her parents, about the fact that she did not say how much she loved them, and she also cried about the lost time that could not be turned back. Life taught her a good lesson.

One winter morning a magpie flew in with news on its tail. This bird always knew what was going on and where. Sometimes she even got into trouble because of her excessive curiosity, but that didn’t stop her. Everyone has their own shortcomings. Some people were more used to being silent and listening, but the white-sided magpie chattered all day long. Everything I saw or heard, I told everyone I met. She has such a restless character - many were angry, but over time they forgave the spilled secrets. This eccentric bird was also very fond of shiny and beautiful objects. No one and nothing could convince Magpie that “all that glitters is not gold.”

Nyuta was cleaning up a forest hut when a long-tailed magpie flew in. The bird loved the girl very much and believed that beauty was incapable of bad deeds. This is such a wonderful magpie. Tired but restless, she tried in every way to attract attention. A “long-tailed one” flew in from a distant forest.

She flew up to the bear, all disheveled and animated.

Do you know, “clubfooted”, what’s going on in the distant forest? Wild bees declared war on you, the bears, dispersed everyone to their dens and placed guards at the doors - their biting winter relatives, snowflakes. Now, until spring, all the “toptygins” of that forest will be under strict arrest. If they disobey, they will not escape frost bites. Look, bear, the local bees wouldn’t hear about it. Oh, what trouble will you have...

The “long-tailed” fox looks and sweeps the floors with a broom. Before the bear got angry, the magpie ran over to her with his conversations.

Fox, hard times have come for you. Red collars and hats are in fashion these days. I saw young ladies living behind the distant forest. They boasted about their outfits, whose cap was more beautiful and brighter, and whose collar was richer. I don’t think they could find a more beautiful fox fur coat. The time is not far off when this fashion will reach here too...

At these words, the fox only snorted and turned away, minding her own business. The magpie immediately jumped up to the frog with the news.

I’ve heard horrors about you green and swampy ones. Beyond the distant forest and a little further away, people live, eager for frog legs. They eat them and praise them with the foreign word - a delicacy...

The frog's eyes became even rounder and widened in surprise. Without answering the chatty bird, she began to work furiously with her grip. “Long-tailed” jumped away from the cook so that she wouldn’t inadvertently hurt her.

- Hedgehog, what I’ll tell you, you won’t believe it - they catch your brother and shave his head, and use the needles to build homemade Christmas trees for the New Year. They say that the resulting trees are more beautiful than forest trees...

Before the hedgehog had time to look up at the magpie, it had already fluttered towards Anyuta.

Nyutochka, how unhappy I am. You try to warn them about approaching adversity, but they get angry with me. It’s just you - no matter what you say, you keep smiling, you’re always kind and friendly to me. I want to help you with something too. It’s not for nothing that I am an omnipresent and all-knowing bird. Don’t think that I’m boasting, I heard the whisper of the wind with young birch trees in the grove. He, a prankster, entertained them with funny stories...

The girl's eyes became anxiously expectant - a little more and she would burst into tears.

Don't torment me, magpie. Is there really any news about my parents?

The sail said that in a dense forest, a man and his wife settled with a devil. They live, they say, without grieving, and are glad to have found such a refuge. They had a beloved and pretty daughter, who kicked her parents out of the house and wasn’t even sad when she was left alone. The forest dwellers turned out to be kinder than their own child.

Really?... Maybe it's not them?... No, let it turn out that these are my parents!... What if they never forgive me? And they will be right!... Let them. If only they were alive!...

Why are you crying, my beauty? Tears make your eyes and nose red. I didn't want to upset you. That's it, no more news if it is unpleasant for my baby...

No, don't go. Where does this goblin live? Have you heard anything else about them? How do they live? Have my parents stopped loving me? Magpie, do you think we can get them back?

How can one not forgive such a beauty with an angelic face? Of course they will come back to you. But here’s the thing, my child. I didn’t ask the sail where that dense forest was. I overheard the conversation by accident, on the sly. And the winds, you yourself know how “windy” they are. It’s even harder to find than the devil’s house.

Nyuta burst into burning tears. What should we do now? Hope appeared, and it was as if it had never existed.

Animals surrounded the girl from all sides, calming her down. Everyone offered their help. Nyuta began to sob more than ever. She was ready to go to the ends of the earth in search of her parents. But how can you look them in the eye and ask for forgiveness?

The next morning, Nyuta dressed as warmly as her clothes allowed, packed a knapsack with food and went to look for the devil’s home, hoping for a miracle. The frosty winter spared no one. As soon as the girl walked out the threshold, the aspen leaf began to tremble. She looks, and the little hare is following her. It jumps, then stops and runs again. It turned out that the forest boy had given the warm mittens to Nyuta. The little hare is in a hurry. Lo and behold, there are no mittens. It will stop, find it and jump again. The “beauty” was very happy to see her fellow traveler; together the road was shorter and the journey was more fun.

They walk and wander. The bunny runs across the crust without falling through, Nyuta can barely drag his feet. One foot in the snowdrift, the other out of the snowdrift. “Long-Eared” will run ahead, scout everything out and come back for her. He will run around, tell you everything, and then rush off to look for forest animals. Whomever he doesn’t see, he pesters him with questions about the devil’s home. But not everyone wanted to talk to the hare; some silently turned away and went about their business. There were also those who tried to scare him with their growls. Due to all these difficulties, the search progressed slowly.

Several days passed. Nyuta walked, unable to raise her head. And suddenly he hears a chattering noise above him, it’s a white-sided magpie that has caught up with them. With her energy and talkativeness, she could help the girl. Two is good, but three is even better. Nyuta and the bunny were happy to see the magpie. She was now flying ahead and telling a pitiful story about an unfortunate but very beautiful girl who was looking for her missing parents.

A lot of time passed on the way. Finally they found the home of the devil. There were various stories about him, each more terrible than the other. With a sinking heart, Nyuta knocked on the door of the owner of this place. She was very surprised to see in front of her an awkward, slightly shaggy, slightly hunchbacked, slightly mossy and scary old man. He did not live up to the hopes of the other travelers. Soroka didn’t like the goblin, because she was an esthete. Monstrous appearance and viciousness could evoke respect and fear. That's what a magpie is. It was impossible to convince her.

The hare, on the contrary, slightly caressed by the goblin, forgot about all safety. Here you can even catch it with your bare hands. Such a bunny is greedy for affection and praise. Everyone has their own shortcomings.

Nyuta came to her senses a little and told the devil about her misadventures, that she repented of her previous actions and was looking for her missing parents. Soroka tried to break into the conversation every minute. To embellish the circumstances and present Anyuta in a more pleasant light. The goblin listened to them silently. His face was gloomy. Even the little bunny noticed this. The long-eared man sat down on the goblin's lap and began to caress. His trick worked, the old man began to smile.

I didn’t want to help you, but I can’t resist your friends. The bunny’s efforts especially touch me. More such devoted friends, and you won’t be afraid of anyone or anything.

Do you know something about my parents? Where are they? How to find them?

This summer I was visiting a swamp kikimora and saw a man and a woman in her domain.

Did they tell you how they ended up in the swamps?

Yes. The only difference was that they talked about their daughter with great love and were sad because of the inability to see each other.

The old woman Kikimora got bored of living alone in her swamp. She was pleased with the appearance of uninvited guests. Now your parents live without worries and worries, only the old lady won’t let them go home.

How evil this kikimora is! Maybe she bewitched them?

No. She is just a lonely old lady who needs attention and care. Maybe a little selfish. Kikimora does not want to let them go.

What to do now? How to get them out?

I told you everything I knew, and decide the rest yourself.

The goblin fed Nyuta and his friends, gave him something to drink, and put him to bed. In the morning, he called the bunny to him, whispered something in his ear, and hung a whistle around his neck. We said goodbye without tears. The goblin was restrained in expressing endearments.

They walked through the snowdrifts as before; The hare ran, Anyuta fell through, taking every step with difficulty, and the magpie flew ahead of everyone. The road was not close, but it was known where to go. The goblin suggested.

Some time later, the friends reached the swamp. We found the home of a kikimora. They knocked on the door and Nyuta’s parents came out to meet them. They threw themselves into each other's arms and cried a little. After talking a little, the friends remembered why they were here. Nyuta hurried her parents to run away from here before the kikimora returned. And I was very surprised when they refused. The girl took everything personally and decided that her parents had not forgiven her. Before we had time to sort out the grievances, the hostess, the kikimora, was standing on the threshold. It’s not difficult to describe her, a lean old woman, covered in dirt and swamp mud. She’s far from a beauty, but she can’t be called a monster either.

Who brought this to me?

I am the daughter of your captives, and these are my friends.

Well, why did you come to me? Maybe it's not the parents?

Yes, behind them.

I won’t let them go so easily, I lose such interlocutors.

What should we do, what should we do?

What will I take from you? They themselves are half-dressed and, one must think, hungry for everything. Help set the table. Then we will see.

She watered and fed her kikimora friends and announced her decision.

You see for yourself, Nyuta, I’m old and not very pretty. I want to be young and beautiful.

How can I help?

I will exchange my guests for your youth and beauty.

Grandma, is this possible?

Nothing is impossible. All you have to do is agree, and I’ll do the rest myself. My neighbor, from a hut on chicken legs, taught me how to prepare a magic decoction. Drink it and you can take your parents back.

What will happen to me?

You will become an old and ugly old lady. That's all.

Grandma, have mercy on me. Maybe you have another desire?

There is no trial, my dear. Everyone will remain in their own interest. Moreover, your parents are already accustomed to living with me.

I agree.

Nyuta sat down on a tree stump and called her friends over to say goodbye to the former beauty. The hare and the magpie consoled her as best they could. They said that in any guise she would be as sweet to them as before.

Mother and father dissuade their daughter. Like, they don’t have much time left to live in this world, but she has her whole life ahead of her.

Here kikimora is preparing a decoction. Stirring it, he casts spells. He scoops up the finished potion with a wooden ladle and flies to Anyuta. She gathered her courage and is already raising the ladle to her lips, drinking something pleasant, similar to cranberry jelly.

Well, girl, the rest will take care of itself. You can pick up your parents and go home.

They said goodbye to the swamp kikimora and set off on the way back. They returned joyfully and easily. The road no longer seemed long and difficult as before. On the way back we visited the goblin, an old forester with some animals, thanked everyone for their help and shared their joy.

We returned to our home. Nyuta took the bucket with the rocker and walked into the water to restore cleanliness and order in the hut. She bent over the well - lo and behold, her former reflection was in the water. The girl couldn't believe her eyes. She returned and addressed her parents with questions. It was then that the secret of the old woman kikimora was revealed; her decoction really turned out to be jelly. The idea of ​​the owner of the swamp helped to understand how much Nyuta loves his father and mother.

All of them are still living and living well, and making good money, because they know the big secret. People are not judged by their appearance. They try to get to know each other better first. It doesn’t take long to judge; it’s the hardest thing to know another.

This is how one of the woodsman’s wonderful fairy tales ended, and he had many of them, one better than the other.”

Having heard enough fairy tales, the grandchildren decided to go look for the old forest man to ask him to return their parents. The children dressed warmly and went into the forest.

The crust creaked under their steps. Night was approaching. The darker it became, the brighter the snow sparkled. Only now it became harder to walk and very scary. After all, predatory animals do not sleep at night. Were the wolves howling, or was it the wind? Owls hooted. And many other incomprehensible, suspicious sounds surrounded the children.

Hope for a miracle on New Year's Eve helped the children overcome fatigue and fears. Their little feet got stuck in the snow. It was getting harder and harder to walk with every minute. Having completely exhausted themselves, the children sat down on a snow-covered stump and could no longer get up from it. Fatigue knocked them off their feet, and the cold began to make them sleepy. The children would have frozen, but...

Suddenly, two lights appeared from behind the bushes and someone’s shadow flashed. The crunching of branches and quick steps were heard. The gray shadow is getting closer and closer, and now it turns into a gray wolf. Horror gripped the children. Are they really destined to die on this fabulous night? They look - some strange wolf, dragging behind him in his teeth a large dried branch of a tree, and on it there is brushwood. And the “gray robber” did not rush at the children, he just looked pitifully and suddenly spoke like a human being. This can only happen on New Year's Eve.

Children, why are you walking alone in the forest at such a late hour?

Don't be afraid of me, better tell me how to help you.

The boy became a little bolder and told the wolf how and why they ended up here. To which the “gray” responded like this.

Sit on the brushwood, we're on our way. I'm heading to the forest hut. All its residents are preparing for the New Year. And so that it would be warm and light in the hut, I went out to get some brushwood. Let's go. I think the forester will be glad to have guests.

The children believed the gray wolf, sat on the brushwood and went to the forest hut. They decided that if on this magical night even a forest animal spoke in a human voice, a miracle would definitely happen. The kids were in a good mood and merrily sang New Year's songs all the way. The road was not close, the children were tired, tired, wandering through the forest, so they did not notice how they reached the hut. We woke up to the chatter of a magpie. She saw the little guests and let them pester you with their questions.

Oh, how small. Where did you come to visit us in the forest? How did your parents let you go alone on a dark night? You kids, don’t be afraid of anyone, we won’t hurt you.

The children opened their eyes and saw the fairytale house in all its glory. In the moonlight, completely covered with snow, the hut sparkled with silver. In front of her grew a huge spruce tree, which was no less beautiful than its relatives, decorated with tinsel and bright toys.

The door swung open, and a gray-haired, shaggy old man appeared on the threshold. He smiled at them warmly and invited the children into the hut.

Fun and laughter poured out to meet the children from the open doors. They were even more surprised that predatory animals danced in circles with harmless herbivorous animals. Then a goat came out into the center of the room, stamped its hooves and started tapping the merry dance. Only the dishes on the wooden table sway. The frog also does not want to lag behind, he sings his swamp song: “Kwa da kwa.” That's all she said. But it's a lot of fun. The rest of the animals could not resist and also started dancing. They dance and sing a New Year's song:

New Year is coming, Celebration and fun. He will come to us anyway, as if for a housewarming party. Let the blizzard blow in the morning And the blizzard swirl. This snowy mountain will make friends with all the guys. We are glad for the holiday with frost, And we are glad with snow. The white birches will have warm outfits.

The girl had long dreamed of holding a live white bunny in her arms, and now she was so lucky - she was lucky enough to jump together. You could make noise, jump and do whatever you wanted. The boy was lucky enough to make friends with the bear. Not everyone will have such luck. The other animals were also very kind to them. Each of them wanted to do something to please the poor things, especially after hearing their sad story. The frog and the mouse treated the children to pies with lingonberries and raspberries. The goat brought milk in a clay jug. The bear treated you with honey and did not forgive refusals. The fox laid a bed of fragrant hay for the children near the hot stove so that they could sleep sweetly. Having had fun, everyone went to bed next to the sniffling babies.

The children were pleased with the gifts they received and had a fun New Year's Eve in the forest hut. Tired but joyful, they fell into a deep, magical sleep, because the forest boy promised them that everything would be fine.

They woke up in their beds. The firewood crackled nicely in the stove. A clock with a pendulum was ticking on the wall. Grandma was busy at the stove, and there was a smell of fresh bread. From the next room came the joyful whisper of grandfather and...

It was the parents. A miracle happened. But where did the forest hut and its inhabitants go? Did they really dream everything? But here they are, gifts from the old forest man: a nice rag doll sewn by Nyuta and a wooden soldier planed by her father. The forest grandfather said that now every New Year they bring gifts to his hut for kind and obedient children.

The children hugged their toys tightly and ran to their parents with joyful screams, splashing their bare feet on the floor. Now the cold floor is not scary for them. Next to them are the closest and dearest people - parents and grandparents.

When the children grow up and their children have their own, they will tell fairy tales to their grandchildren. Starting in the same way as their grandparents did many years ago: “Whether it happened or not, my grandfather told me, and he was told by the forester, an old local old man”... Only now there will be one more fairy tale with a happy ending.

A fairy tale is that piece of childhood that remains with us forever, even when childhood passes away. This is a magical world that is wide open to the baby, and getting to know it begins with a short and sweet bedtime story.

At what age should you read fairy tales to your child?

There is no strict age limit for reading fairy tales to a child. Reading for a child is, first of all, an opportunity for emotional closeness with an adult. Even if not a word is understood yet, the familiar timbre of the voice and measured rhythm calm the baby and stimulate his development. This is why psychologists recommend reading fairy tales even to infants. The main condition: the process should bring pleasure to both the adult and the child.

Benefits of reading fairy tales

A bedtime story read by a parent is a powerful stimulus for the development of a child, and provides a wide range of opportunities for the child in the following areas:

• imagination;
• fantasy;
• creative thinking;
• speech skills;
• emotional development;
• the ability to find a way out of problematic situations.

Unlike cartoons, a fairy tale does not present the child with ready-made images and a world invented by the artist, but invites him to think, think through and imagine what is not in the illustrations.

Simply put, we read to children at night and unleash their creativity at the same time. The next step is the children's first attempts at being an author and artist, but that will come later. And now such familiar and at the same time amazing short bedtime stories are coming to the aid of parents.

Fairy tales before bed - what should they be?

It often happens that every day a child asks to read a familiar fairy tale to him for the hundredth time, not wanting to listen to any others.

There is no need to argue and try to read something new - a bedtime story exists to lull you and give you pleasant dreams. This means it should be:

• short;
• calm;
• kind;
• without dynamic details in the plot, but with a happy ending.

Repeated repetition of the same situation (a familiar room, a favorite blanket and a soft toy, next to a mother reading a familiar fairy tale) turns into a kind of ritual for the baby, which has a calming effect. This helps relieve the emotional stress that has accumulated over a long day.

Short tales on our website

The “Short Bedtime Stories” section presents famous works by Russian and foreign authors that have become favorites of children all over the world.

Magical people created by Astrid Lindgren, kind tigers by Donald Bisset, inseparable Hedgehog and Little Bear by Sergei Kozlov - these and other characters are looking forward to meeting little readers.

Here you will also find folk tales and illustrated works by Vladimir Suteev. Kids will be delighted with simple educational stories and colorful pictures created by a real Master.

Tips on the site

The free bedtime stories presented on our website are so diverse that sometimes it can be difficult to find the one you need. To help parents, we have developed a convenient search system that allows you to view the parameters of a fairy tale without opening it:

• age of readers;
• reading time;
• brief description;
• popularity indicator;
• illustration.

Secrets of reading bedtime stories

In order for a sweet dream to replace an evening fairy tale, it should be a short fairy tale, which should be read online in a calm and familiar environment.

Read in a low voice, without haste. Remember, we read to children at night not to give them new knowledge - there is daytime for that. In the evening, it is important to create a relaxing atmosphere and a feeling of peace. To do this, it is important to choose the right bedtime story, which is why our website is always open for you, dear parents!

Your eyes are closed, and sleep is already creeping across your face. I won't disturb you, my dear, sleep. You heard me enter, but didn’t open your eyes, only your lips moved in a slight smile... I love it when you smile... your lips look like a small hunting bow with raised tips, in the depths of which lives a pink tongue-arrow. Oh, this multi-functional arrow! She knows how to kill on the spot with well-aimed words, knows how to give imperious orders to subordinate men, knows how to gently coo under my chin, or can simply remain silent while doing her amazing work!
Go to sleep, my dear, I won’t disturb you. I will not lie down next to you, but will lower myself to the floor to be level with your face.
I love such moments of mental unity with you. At these moments there are no physical contacts, only our souls speak. For me now you are a little girl whom I want to caress, stroke her curls and whisper something absurd to the sweet future sleep. You are an adult, beautiful, confident woman, but you, too, like when you were a child, miss tender words, I know this and I am ready to tell you them. They have accumulated in me, crowding both in my chest and in my head, they want to be heard. Mom could tell you a lot of magic words, but mom won’t say what a loving man can say. Sleep, sleep soundly to my muttering, and it’s even better that you fell asleep. You sleep, and I will whisper to you what my heart is filled with.
It’s a pity that I’m not an oriental poet - Ferdowsi, for example, or Hafiz, or Alisher Navoi... they knew a lot of beautiful words with which they sang their beloved.

A living spring is your lips and the sweetest of all joys,
my sobs are no match for the Nile and the Euphrates itself.

All sweets have lost their taste and are cheap in price:
The nectar of your sweetest lips is the most beautiful of all delights.

And even the sun has a hard time competing with you:
your mirrored brow is a hundred times brighter than his.

Sweet words gurgle like a fast mountain stream, flow like a smooth majestic river, rustle with a gentle spring breeze, surround you with a viscous pink aroma... everything is for you, everything is for you...
I look at your bare shoulders. What are you wearing under the covers now? You have a flannel nightie with a lace collar at the neck, a funny cambric shirt, sometimes you wore flirty pajamas with ties at the throat and under the knees... I know all your night outfits, I know them with my eyes, teeth and touch, because I’ve taken them off more than once from you... and now I still see not the blanket on you, not your clothes, but your skin underneath... Just recently you were humming something in the bath, basking in clouds of snow-white foam, just recently you were leaving the bathroom, and the undried droplets the water glistened on your shoulders and on your chest above the towel, and here, right at the dimple on your throat... this dimple has always driven me crazy... and now my tongue habitually moved in my mouth... I love to kiss you on this dimple... no, no, I’m quiet and humble today, I’m just talking to you... in words, but silently... yes, it happens, thoughts are also words, only they are a thousand times faster!
I admire you. You are now lying on a high pillow, surrounded by hair golden from the light of the night lamp, still damp at the ends, although you tried to hide it under a cap, but it still got wet and became a dark bronze color... you smell of sea water, salty wind and something else... then painfully familiar, which makes you dizzy and takes your breath away... It smells like you... I inhale this smell, there is nothing more beautiful in the world... my roses, my beloved roses, forgive me, your aroma is magnificent, but there is no smell sweeter than the smell of a beloved woman!
I look at your eyes, they are closed, I remember them perfectly, I know what they look like in the twilight, the black dots of the pupils become huge, like a black universe, they attract me, and I drown in them...
I take your hand, bring it to my lips... I kiss every finger of yours, every nail, I run your palm over my cheek, do you feel how smooth it is? I shaved, you love it when my cheeks are smooth, you love to rub against them, touch them with your tongue. Of course, my cheeks will never compare with yours with their soft velvet skin, but somewhere in the very depths of me I am ready for the fact that you may suddenly wake up and want to press your cheek to mine... I am always ready! Do you remember how one day your cheeks were stubbled by my stubble and the next morning they were covered with many small red spots... To the puzzled looks of the employees, you casually answered that you had eaten too much strawberries... an allergy, they say, and no one asked where you can get strawberries in winter...
Therefore, I found pleasure in the once unpleasant activity for me - shaving... everything is for you, everything is for you!
I always want to call you baby, I want to caress and pamper you like a little girl, smooth your eyebrows with my finger, run it along the line of your nose, along the curve of your lips, along your chin, neck, down, down... stop...
You moved and smiled happily at the dream, sighing briefly...
Sleep, my beloved... sleep, it was I who entered your dream.

One of my readers' favorite fairy tales is. She was born spontaneously, on the move, when I was putting my daughter to bed. I didn’t expect at all that readers would love this fairy tale so much, and even end up in. It turned out that both children and their parents really love these bedtime stories. Therefore, I share with you two more evening fairy tales.

The Tale of the Rhino who Couldn't Sleep

Once upon a time there lived a Rhinoceros, he was gray and thick-skinned, with a large horn on his nose. So cute, Rhino. One day the Rhinoceros began to prepare for bed. He drank a glass of milk and cookies, washed his face, brushed his teeth, put on his pajamas and went to bed.

Everything is as usual. Only that evening Rhino could not fall asleep. He tossed and turned in bed, but sleep did not come. First he decided to think about something pleasant. He always did this when he couldn't sleep. The rhinoceros remembered the colorful butterflies fluttering in the sky, then thought about the juicy fresh grass. Delicious... But sleep never came.

And that’s when a wonderful idea came to Rhino! He thought that he couldn't sleep because he forgot to do something before going to bed. Probably something very important. What exactly? He thought carefully and remembered! It turned out that Rhino forgot to put away his toys. That's what it was all about! He even felt ashamed.

The rhinoceros got out of bed and removed all the toys that were scattered on the floor. Then he lay back in bed, closed his eyes and immediately fell asleep.

Good night, Rhino!

Meditative sea tale

Imagine that you are sitting on the back of a blue dolphin. It has nice slippery sides. You hold onto him tightly with your hands, and he carries you forward along the playful waves. Funny sea turtles swim next to you, a baby octopus waves its tentacle in greeting, and seahorses swim with you in a race. The sea is kind and gentle, the breeze is warm and playful. Already ahead is the very rock to which you are swimming, your friend, the little mermaid, is sitting on its edge. She is waiting impatiently for you. She has a green scaly tail and her eyes are the color of the sea. She laughs happily when she notices you and dives into the water. Loud splash, splashing. And now you are rushing forward together, to the magical island. Your friends are waiting for you there: a cheerful monkey, a clumsy hippopotamus and a noisy motley parrot. Finally, you are already close to them. Everyone sits down on the shore, a dolphin in the water, a little mermaid on the rocks. Everyone is waiting with bated breath. And then she begins to tell you extraordinary fairy tales. Tales about seas and oceans, about pirates, about treasures, about beautiful princesses. The tales are so wonderful that you don’t notice how the sun sets and night falls on the earth. It's time to sleep. The little mermaid says goodbye to everyone, the dolphin takes you on his back to carry you home to a warm bed, and the animals say goodbye to you, already yawning a little. Night, night has come. It's time to sleep, it's time to close your eyes to see in your dreams the wonderful fairy tales told by the little mermaid.