Vitaly Bianchi. Read and listen to stories for children about nature
- Performer: Sergey Kirsanov
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The bear got into the habit of eating oats. Every night he comes, but not so much eats the oats as crushes and tramples on it. Pure ruin for the collective farm!
Collective farmers to the hunter:
- So and so, Sysoy Sysoich, help me out.
Sysoy Sysoich is an old, real hunter. He got down to business skillfully.
There were oats in the forest. Sysoy Sysoich chose the edge of the forest and made himself a storage shed: he put several poles on the branches for something to sit on. During the day, I cleaned the gun and oiled the barrel so that it would shine under the moon, making it easier to shoot. And in the evening he sat in ambush - in the storage shed.
Great. Sitting on a tree, waiting.
It's getting dark. There were rustles, rustles, and whispers through the forest. It all seems like: here comes a bear, here he cracks a twig, here he rustles in the oats. And it’s dark, you can’t see anything.
Finally the moon rose. The oat field immediately sparkled like a silver lake. And Sysoy Sysoich sees: here he is, the bear! He lies right under him, rakes the ears of corn with his paws and stuffs them into his mouth. Sweet oat milk sucks, slurps with pleasure - so tasty!
Okay.
Sysoy Sysoich quietly raises his gun and points it at the beast. And just as I was about to take aim, suddenly something big and black flies – right into Sysoy Sysoich’s eyes!
And sat down on the gun.
Then Sysoy Sysoich realized: it’s a fly.
She’s small, like a fly, but she’s sat right in front of her nose, and she seems as big as an elephant. She shielded the bear from Sysoy Sysoich.
This is really wrong.
Sysoy Sysoich quietly said to her:
A fly sits.
- Fff! – he blew on her.
The fly is sitting.
- Fff! – he blew harder.
The fly was blown away. But as soon as Sysoy Sysoich began to take aim, the fly was right there again.
This is really bad.
Sysoy Sysoich blew even harder:
She flew off and landed on the trunk again. She's so stubborn, you can't drive her away. Wow, how angry Sysoy Sysoich was!
This is really really bad.
Sysoy Sysoich moved forward as much as he could in his storage shed, raised his fist over the fly... and how it would crack the trunk!
Fuck, bang, crack and thunder! The gun fires, the poles under Sysoy Sysoich break, Sysoy Sysoich flies from the tree - straight to the bear.
The poor animal calmly sucked on the delicious oat milk and did not at all expect such an attack.
He was so frightened that he jumped up and, without even looking, who rushed at him from the sky, he ran headlong into the forest.
Sysoy Sysoich was not very hurt and soon recovered. The bear did not come to the oats anymore. And the fly that saved the bear from certain death, no one knows where it went.
Among the many fairy tales, it is especially fascinating to read the fairy tale “How a Fly Saved a Bear from Death” by Vitaly Bianchi, you can feel the love and wisdom of our people in it. Every time you read this or that epic, you feel the incredible love with which the images of the environment are described. Of course, the idea of the superiority of good over evil is not new, of course, many books have been written about it, but it’s still nice to be convinced of this every time. Folk legend cannot lose its vitality, due to the inviolability of such concepts as friendship, compassion, courage, bravery, love and sacrifice. The dialogues of the characters are often touching; they are full of kindness, kindness, directness, and with their help a different picture of reality emerges. All images are simple, ordinary and do not cause youthful misunderstanding, because we encounter them every day in our everyday life. When faced with such strong, strong-willed and kind qualities of the hero, you involuntarily feel the desire to transform yourself for the better. The fairy tale “How a fly saved a bear from death” by Vitaly Bianchi should be read for free online thoughtfully, explaining to young readers or listeners details and words that are incomprehensible and new to them.
The bear got into the habit of eating oats. Every night he comes, but not so much eats the oats as crushes and tramples on it. Pure ruin for the collective farm!
Collective farmers to the hunter:
So and so, Sysoy Sysoich, help me out.
Sysoy Sysoich is an old, real hunter. He got down to business skillfully.
There were oats in the forest. Sysoy Sysoich chose the edge of the forest and made himself a storage shed: he put several poles on the branches for something to sit on. During the day, I cleaned the gun and oiled the barrel so that it would shine under the moon, making it easier to shoot. And in the evening he sat in ambush - in the storage shed.
Great. Sitting on a tree, waiting.
It's getting dark. There were rustles, rustles, and whispers through the forest. It all seems like: here comes a bear, here he cracks a twig, here he rustles in the oats. And it’s dark, you can’t see anything.
Finally the moon rose. The oat field immediately sparkled like a silver lake. And Sysoy Sysoich sees: here he is, the bear! He lies right under him, rakes the ears of corn with his paws and stuffs them into his mouth. Sweet oat milk sucks, slurps with pleasure - so tasty!
Okay.
Sysoy Sysoich quietly raises his gun and points it at the beast. And just as I was about to take aim, suddenly something big and black flies - right into Sysoy Sysoich’s eyes!
And sat down on the gun.
Then Sysoy Sysoich realized: it’s a fly.
She’s small, like a fly, but she’s sat right in front of her nose, and she seems as big as an elephant. She shielded the bear from Sysoy Sysoich.
This is really wrong.
Sysoy Sysoich quietly said to her:
A fly sits.
Fff! - he blew on her.
The fly is sitting.
Fffy! - he blew harder.
The fly was blown away. But as soon as Sysoy Sysoich began to take aim, the fly was right there again.
This is really bad.
Sysoy Sysoich blew even harder:
She flew off and landed on the trunk again. She's so stubborn, you can't drive her away. Wow, how angry Sysoy Sysoich was!
This is really really bad.
Sysoy Sysoich moved forward as much as he could in his storage shed, raised his fist over the fly... and how it would crack the trunk!
Fuck, bang, crack and thunder! The gun fires, the poles under Sysoy Sysoich break, Sysoy Sysoich flies from the tree - straight to the bear.
The poor animal calmly sucked on the delicious oat milk and did not at all expect such an attack.
He was so frightened that he jumped up and, without even looking, who rushed at him from the sky, he ran headlong into the forest.
Sysoy Sysoich was not very hurt and soon recovered. The bear did not come to the oats anymore. And the fly that saved the bear from certain death, no one knows where it went.
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Collective farmers to the hunter:
- So and so, Sysoy Sysoich, help me out.
Sysoy Sysoich is an old, real hunter. He got down to business skillfully.
There were oats in the forest. Sysoy Sysoich chose the edge of the forest and made himself a storage shed: he put several poles on the branches for something to sit on. During the day, I cleaned the gun and oiled the barrel so that it would shine under the moon, making it easier to shoot. And in the evening he sat in ambush - in the storage shed.
Great. Sitting on a tree, waiting.
It's getting dark. There were rustles, rustles, and whispers through the forest. It all seems like: here comes a bear, here he cracks a twig, here he rustles in the oats. And it’s dark, you can’t see anything.
Finally the moon rose. The oat field immediately sparkled like a silver lake. And Sysoy Sysoich sees: here he is, the bear! He lies right under him, rakes the ears of corn with his paws and stuffs them into his mouth. Sweet oat milk sucks, slurps with pleasure - so tasty!
Okay.
Sysoy Sysoich quietly raises his gun and points it at the beast. And just as I was about to take aim, suddenly something big and black flies - right into Sysoy Sysoich’s eyes!
And sat down on the gun.
Then Sysoy Sysoich realized: it’s a fly.
She’s small, like a fly, but she’s sat right in front of her nose, and she seems as big as an elephant. She shielded the bear from Sysoy Sysoich.
This is really wrong.
Sysoy Sysoich quietly said to her:
- Shoo!
A fly sits.
- Fff! - he blew on her.
The fly is sitting.
- Fff! - he blew harder.
The fly was blown away. But as soon as Sysoy Sysoich began to take aim, the fly was right there again.
This is really bad.
Sysoy Sysoich blew even harder:
- Fff!.
She flew off and landed on the trunk again. She's so stubborn, you can't drive her away. Wow, how angry Sysoy Sysoich was!
This is really really bad.
Sysoy Sysoich moved forward as much as he could in his storage shed, raised his fist over the fly... and how it would crack the trunk!
Fuck, bang, crack and thunder! The gun fires, the poles under Sysoy Sysoich break, Sysoy Sysoich flies from the tree - straight to the bear.
The poor animal calmly sucked on the delicious oat milk and did not at all expect such an attack.
He was so frightened that he jumped up and, without even looking, who rushed at him from the sky, he ran headlong into the forest.
Sysoy Sysoich was not very hurt and soon recovered. The bear did not come to the oats anymore. And the fly that saved the bear from certain death, no one knows where it went.
Collective farmers to the hunter:
- So and so, Sysoy Sysoich, help me out.
Sysoy Sysoich is an old, real hunter. He got down to business skillfully.
There were oats in the forest. Sysoy Sysoich chose the edge of the forest and made himself a storage shed: he put several poles on the branches for something to sit on. During the day, I cleaned the gun and oiled the barrel so that it would shine under the moon, making it easier to shoot. And in the evening he sat in ambush - in the storage shed.
Great. Sitting on a tree, waiting.
It's getting dark. There were rustles, rustles, and whispers through the forest. It all seems like: here comes a bear, here he cracks a twig, here he rustles in the oats. And it’s dark, you can’t see anything.
Finally the moon rose. The oat field immediately sparkled like a silver lake. And Sysoy Sysoich sees: here he is, the bear! He lies right under him, rakes the ears of corn with his paws and stuffs them into his mouth. Sweet oat milk sucks, slurps with pleasure - so tasty!
Okay.
Sysoy Sysoich quietly raises his gun and points it at the beast. And just as I was about to take aim, suddenly something big and black flies - right into Sysoy Sysoich’s eyes!
And sat down on the gun.
Then Sysoy Sysoich realized: it’s a fly.
She’s small, like a fly, but she’s sat right in front of her nose, and she seems as big as an elephant. She shielded the bear from Sysoy Sysoich.
This is really wrong.
Sysoy Sysoich quietly said to her:
- Shoo!
A fly sits.
- Fff! - he blew on her.
The fly is sitting.
- Fff! - he blew harder.
The fly was blown away. But as soon as Sysoy Sysoich began to take aim, the fly was right there again.
This is really bad.
Sysoy Sysoich blew even harder:
- Fff!.
She flew off and landed on the trunk again. She's so stubborn, you can't drive her away. Wow, how angry Sysoy Sysoich was!
This is really really bad.
Sysoy Sysoich moved forward as much as he could in his storage shed, raised his fist over the fly... and how it would crack the trunk!
Fuck, bang, crack and thunder! The gun fires, the poles under Sysoy Sysoich break, Sysoy Sysoich flies from the tree - straight to the bear.
The poor animal calmly sucked on the delicious oat milk and did not at all expect such an attack.
He was so frightened that he jumped up and, without even looking, who rushed at him from the sky, he ran headlong into the forest.
Sysoy Sysoich was not very hurt and soon recovered. The bear did not come to the oats anymore. And the fly that saved the bear from certain death, no one knows where it went.