Fairy tale magic wand read. Lifesaver - Suteev V.G.

All children love fairy tales from early childhood. After all, the most incredible miracles happen in fairy tales. The very first creator of them at all times was the people who put their cherished dreams into fairy tales: about justice, about a better lot for the poor. He talked about the beauty, intelligence and hard work of ordinary people.
It is impossible to say exactly when fairy tales appeared, but all this time they lived among the people and were told orally. Fairy tales are different. There are fairy tales, and they must contain miracles and magical objects. There are fairy tales about animals, in such fairy tales animals can talk, visit each other and even study at school. There are fairy tales - everyday ones. Fairy tales that describe the life of ordinary people: a poor man or a clever soldier. Fairy tales aroused and arouse special interest among children and even adults. She definitely teaches people something, and the fictional fairy-tale world always carries with it a wise thought.

In our fairy tales there are various objects that have magical properties: a self-assembled tablecloth, a magic wand, running boots, magical fruits and fruits, a flying stupa and others.

Magic objects help heroes overcome difficulties, obstacles, and overcome extraordinary power that an ordinary person cannot succumb to.

Most often, the most ordinary household items that heroes use every day are endowed with magical properties: buckets, a stove, a mirror, a ball of thread.

And the most important thing is that fairy tales always end with the victory of “good” over “evil” and at the end of the fairy tale the main character receives a reward.

Card index of magic items

Arrow, ball, feather. (Objects that tell the truth and show what is happening in this world.)

A mirror, a golden saucer and a pouring apple, a magic book.

(Items capable of transporting a hero across a large space in a short time.) Flying carpet, walking boots.

Living and dead water, rejuvenating apples. ( Items that restore health, youth, revive the dead).

Self-cutting sword, self-cutting axe, buckets, stove, wonderful hoop, needle, club.(Items that do the work for the hero).

Ring, flint, hairs.(Items that summon helpers).

Invisible hat.(Items that can make the hero invisible.)

Whistle, harp, horn.(Items that can make everything around you dance.)

Egg, chest.(Items that keep the secrets of pests.)

Among these items there are many that are found in every home, but without magical powers.

Seven fabulous magic items

2. Tangle.

3.Feather.

4. Self-assembled tablecloth.

5. Gusli-samoguda.

6. Mirror.

7. Comb.

Riddles about magical objects

Exactly seven petals

There are no more colorful flowers.

Tear off a petal -

He will fly to the east,

And to the north and to the south,

And he will return to us in the circle.

Make a wish

Expect fulfillment.

What kind of flower is this?

Buttercup? Lily of the valley? Ogonyok? (Seven-flowered flower.)

Ah, the cook! Ah, mistress!

You, my friend, get to know her:

All you have to do is spread it out -

He will be able to feed everyone.

There will be a lot of different dishes.

What's the cook's name? (Self-assembled tablecloth.)

Many miles ahead.

How can I get through them faster?

You try to put them on -

You will overcome the path in an instant. (Walking boots.)

Takes flight

Not a rocket - an airplane.

Not simple - painted,

Not steel, but linen,

Not with a wing, but with a fringe. (Carpet plane.)

If you wear it,

You can go anywhere,

And at the same time the enemy

He won't be able to find you in it. (Invisible hat.)

The duck knows, the bird knows,

Where Koshchei death lurks.

What is this item?

Give me a quick answer my friend.

I'm fluffy, soft, round,

I have a tail, but I'm not a cat,

I often jump elastically

I'll swing under the chest of drawers.

(Ball of thread)

Round, rosy, juicy and sweet,

Very aromatic, filling, sweet,

Heavy, big

Magic wand

A boy lived in one estate. One day the manager whipped him and drove the goat out into the field to graze. The boy stands and cries. An old man approaches him.
- Don't cry, son. Take this stick and stick it in the ground. The goat will stand by the stick and won’t go anywhere.
The boy stuck a stick into the ground, and the goat stood by the stick and did not move away.
The boy went for a walk, took a stick, and the goat followed him. He walked and walked and came to the village. And the girls were walking around the village. One of them touched the goat, but couldn’t tear herself away. Another one hurried to her rescue and also stuck to her. The boy took a walk and went home, and the goat followed him, and the girls followed the goat. The boy returned home, the manager came out to meet him and asked:
- Why are you taking girls?
- Yes, I don’t lead them at all, it’s the goat that leads them.
The manager got angry and decided to tear the girls away from the goat and got stuck himself.
The master came out to meet them and asked the boy:
- Why are you leading the manager?
- Yes, I’m not leading him at all. It's the girls who are leading him.

The master got angry and rushed to help the manager, but as soon as he touched him, he stuck.
The guy with the goat went straight to the city and leads everyone with him. And in the city there lived a king, and he had a daughter whom no one could make laugh. The king ordered to announce throughout the city: “Whoever makes my daughter laugh will get her as a wife and become king.”
Many tried to make the princess laugh, but they tried in vain: she never even smiled. It happened that the boy was walking past the royal palace. The princess looked out the window and saw: what a miracle! Behind the boy is a goat, behind the goat are the girls, behind the girls is the manager, behind the manager is the master. The princess burst out laughing, and the king called the boy and said:
- Be my son-in-law! Tomorrow we will celebrate the wedding, and the day after tomorrow you will become king instead of me.
The boy began to prepare for the wedding. He hit the goat with a stick - the goat's stick let go, hit the girls - the goat let them go, hit the manager - the girls let him go, hit the master - the manager let him go. They all went home. And the boy stayed in the palace and became king.

Latvian folk tale retold

dedicated to Yashenka, the person, thanks...

On the outskirts of one of the rare villages that remain not only on the map, huge thickets have grown over many years. It was in them that the very wand that so dreamed of becoming magical grew. And this is why she dreamed about it: next to these bushes there was a lopsided house, inside of which a boy lived. This boy has been dreaming about a magic wand ever since he read the first fairy tale in his life. Because he really wanted to become a wizard and fix everything bad. What's a wizard without a magic wand? However, he didn’t know much about it, but when it came to miracles, his smile became a little wider, and his eyes began to twinkle mysteriously.

At first, the wand didn’t think about it at all - it simply grew and listened to what the other branches were whispering about. And there were always enough reasons for whispering. When there was no such reason, they whispered, at worst, about how gusty the wind was or how heavy the rain was, but more often than not, they made fun of the boy:

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Oh, I made you laugh... you fool

But for some reason our wand didn’t find it funny. She watched silently as he ran around the yard in dusty sandals and waved his arms, shouting: “Abracadabra!” and other mysterious words

But absolutely nothing happened.

Only sometimes a tired, dissatisfied mother would leave the House and say:

Stop yelling so heart-rendingly, Makar, the neighbors will think that we are cutting you up -

immediately went back. But, in my opinion, this cannot be called magic at all...

One day, after another portion of noisy ridicule directed at him, the wand decided, as if by chance, to ask the neighbors:

How to become... magical?

Everyone fell silent for a second, but immediately began to make noise with renewed vigor. What did they say to our wand until the thickest shoot finally creaked, interrupting everyone else:

There is no way to become magical! Such a stick can only grow from the very beginning. They say it all depends on the core. But magic wands, fortunately, never grow in bushes. And most importantly, before you can become magical, you need to be cut off with a terrible iron knife. Do you want this?

The wand was silent. Firstly, she didn’t believe a single word, because she saw that Makar never plucks plants, but picks up those branches that themselves are lying on the ground, so he would never cut off a living branch with a terrible iron knife. And secondly, she knew that there was nothing magical at her core, which means there was no point in trying. Thirdly, and this was the most important thing, she knew that Makar would never come close to her, because just a few days ago his mother told him:

Makar, for God's sake, don't go into these bushes. There are snakes there. If you go there again, you won’t take another step outside...

And yet, just once, the wand tried to call him. That day the boy was especially sad, and the game was not going well:

Come here - she whispered - I’m that lifesaver. And we will definitely come up with something together.

But then my mother came out of the house and said:

Makar! How long can you play? Firstly, the lessons have not been prepared, and secondly, it’s time to do at least something useful. You understand, there is no magic, and in order to achieve something, you need to bend your back properly. Come on, help me.

And they left.

Time passed quickly, and the boy played in the yard less and less. And after a couple of winters, they and their mother completely disappeared. We moved to live in the city.

Our wand became sad. But she still had this strange need to become magical. No longer for anyone and for no reason. She listened carefully to the wind and tried to read about the magic of the interweaving of clouds. But the world was busy with its own business and did not want to share secrets, or perhaps did not know them.

After Makar left, the thickets began to whisper mainly about her and her eccentric dream. One day, the same shoot that had previously solemnly talked about the core sarcastically remarked:

Magic... It only happens in human fairy tales. But in our life everything is much more prosaic, stupid. It’s all like this: either you will burn for the sake of some worthless people, or one day you will simply quietly fall and rot. People themselves can at least run away somewhere, but we will spend our whole lives in this place. One joy is to eat and drink. The main thing is to grow at least one new shoot. This is why we grow: so that our bushes become larger than the neighboring ones - so that everyone is afraid to come here - so that they don’t cut us down ahead of time. Where do you see the magic? There is no place for him here, and it’s cramped without him.

The fleeting wind picked up his words and blew a sad tune through the forests:

….in this world magic had no place, it was crowded and cramped, boring and cramped…

Please don't sing this song! - our wand shouted. But the wind didn't care. He flew on and carried it around towns and villages, through bushes and forests, indiscriminately.

But then suddenly the sun came out from behind the clouds, and the whole world began to sound joyful. While everything around was noisy and rumbled, the sun quietly whispered to the sad stick:

If you're so crowded outside that there's no room for magic, maybe there's a little room for it inside? My rays can become a wonderful core. Don't listen to what the world is whispering about - listen to how quiet it is when it falls silent.

And a ray of sunlight gently penetrated its top. From that moment on, everything became completely different. What the neighbors whisper about has ceased to exist. Every day the stick absorbed as much sun as it could, and listened carefully to the silence, in which the only thing you could hear was some partitions inside it bursting, until it became completely echoing and empty.

That year turned out to be especially sunny. One hot summer morning, our wand felt something start to happen outside. Something special... A man with a backpack was walking along an overgrown path in the direction of the house.

Over the years, the boy has changed a lot - he got a beard and his hair grew longer, but the wand immediately recognized him: the same dusty sandals and eyes, twinkling mysteriously as in childhood. Makar threw off his backpack, looked at the half-rotten doors, sat on the threshold and thought.

A few minutes later, he stood up abruptly, took a penknife from his pocket and walked up to the thicket.

This is how it happens - as soon as the wand had time to think, everyone turned out to be right.

And it’s not at all as painful as I thought, or rather painful, but also... so easy.

While he was measuring, cutting, and working magic on her, evening came. Our wand felt like it was literally filled with a triumphant sunny song.

We were able... The magic came... We made room for it....

When the sun began to slowly set behind the horizon, Makar finally finished his work, he smiled, put his new flute to his lips and exhaled for the first time in many years.

Once upon a time there lived a little wizard, and he had a magic wand, covered with varnish that had already cracked from time to time. The magician inherited the wand from his grandfather. Every day she performed miracles and fulfilled good wishes. But one day, for his birthday, the little sorcerer was given a new magic wand. It was painted with bright colors and decorated with figures of various animals. Alas, the little wizard, in addition to being a wizard, was also a boy. And like all boys, having received a new toy, he immediately forgot about the old one. And for many days now the wand had been standing idle in the corner, covered with dust. And then they put it in the closet. The unfamiliar object was immediately surrounded by mice, who lived here as a noisy and friendly family. The mouse Fenya decided to try it for a tooth and bit off the very edge. But because of the varnish, the stick seemed bitter and not at all tasty to him.

Eh, I wish I had a piece of cheese now! – he dreamed out loud. The magic wand thought and thought and... granted the baby's wish. In the corner of the closet, a round head of cream cheese with many holes shone. The mice did not believe their eyes, but they believed their noses perfectly. The cheese exuded such an appetizing aroma that there was no doubt: it was the most delicious cheese in the world! They ate it in 5 minutes, and happily fell down on armfuls of straw to chat and take a nap after such an unexpectedly pleasant lunch.

Fenya, where did the cheese come from? – the mouse Lucy asked her brother.

I don't know myself. As soon as he said it, bam! He appeared!

Khe-khe - the magic wand cleared her throat delicately. - Sorry to interrupt you, but I am a magic wand, and it was I who fulfilled Fenya’s wish.

Wow! – the mouse family rejoiced. They got their own magic wand! Such amazing events have never happened to them before. And the mother and father mice, grandparents, not to mention the child mice, began vying with each other to make wishes. And the closet was instantly filled with a variety of things. There were mountains of bagels and giant rings of smoked sausages, boxes of marmalade, lots of mouse-sized shoes and clothes, and hundreds of cubes and balls for the children. And someone even wished to receive a car wheel as a gift, and it, taking up half of the storage room, stood right there. The wand easily fulfilled the funny whims of its friends. She felt needed again. When the mice were fed up and there was no free space left in the closet, a chain of mouse neighbors reached out to the wand. Boogers and spiders, worms and rodents from the neighboring house - everyone wanted to get what they had long dreamed of. True, their dreams were trivial compared to what a magic wand could accomplish. After all, once upon a time, together with the little wizard, they built cities, saved sinking ships and treated people. These were truly important things!

Lucy, have you noticed that our wand is sad? – Fenya once asked his sister. - She stopped laughing and joking...

Lucy and Fenya sat down next to the stick and began asking her about what happened.

“I’m just very sad,” she answered. “It seems to me that I will never do anything big and good again.” What I was created for.

Hmmm, you have very sad thoughts. But I think I know what needs to be done so that optimism and good mood return to you,” Fenya said decisively. - You make your own wish come true! You have it, right?

The magic wand never thought about wishing for anything itself. And does she have any desires? She became thoughtful and spent the whole day in solitude. And no one bothered her. The mice knew that the magic wand was thinking about something very important. The next morning, Fenya and Lyusya looked out into the yard to collect cool drops of dew in buckets for the shower. And they saw a mighty flowering tree. Before, some kind of stunted bush grew here, but now...! The little mice ran into the closet and told about the miracle. And then Fenya noticed that the magic wand had disappeared - it was no longer there! After many hundreds of years, she finally fulfilled her only wish, and became a cherry tree. A few weeks later, juicy sweet berries appeared on the branches. Birds pecked them with pleasure, animals feasted on them. On hot days, people rested in the shade of the dense crown. And the little wizard came to the tree with his comrades to play. The children threw a strong rope over the thick branches and made a swing. The cherry tree was strong and calm. And everyone who approached him immediately felt confident and willing to do something truly important.