Fairy tales for fairy tale therapy.
Styopa and his train.
Once upon a time there was a boy Styopa. He lived, did not grieve, for four whole years now. But then the thought somehow came to him: “It would be nice to do some good deed every day!”.
A good idea came to mind, but what kind of deed will be considered good? BUT?
Did you think, thought Stepan, to do such a good thing?
I did not think of it, I decided to go for a walk.
Styopka had a favorite toy - a construction set. The boy always took the train with him. And now I took it.
Styopa looks around, and around is white and white. Spring is already outside, and here a lot of new snow has piled up. The boy ran home for a shovel and said to the train: “Now we will dig up the treasure with you.”
Styopa began to clean the area near the entrance. A locomotive-designer helps him. Stepan made a wide platform with sides for the train, loads snow there, and the train takes the snow to the side. Styopa loads, the train takes away. Loading, taking away...
Suddenly Stepan looks - something glitters at his feet.
"Hooray! - shouts Styopka, - so we found the treasure!
Soon there was no snow left near the entrance. Tired, but satisfied, Styopa, together with the engine, went home for dinner.
Mom came from the store. Taking off her coat, she caught the beads with her hand, the thread broke, and the small beads scattered around the room. Styopa rushed to collect the beads, and the little train helped to find them. There were so many beads, and they rolled into such secluded corners that the help of the son and his little train was very useful for mom.
Theme and dream
In one city there lived a boy. His name was Theme. He was the most ordinary boy, just like other children. He had a mom and dad, grandma and grandpa. Only one feature distinguished him from other boys and girls - he fell asleep very badly in the evenings. And the Fairy of Dreams always waited a very long time when it would be possible to send the Theme a fabulous dream.
I must say that every city has its own Dream Fairy. Her little house is full of silver bells - as many as there are children in the city. And, as soon as some baby falls asleep in his crib, his bell starts ringing, bringing out a special melody. The fairy takes out a shimmering ball from a huge jug and blows on it. The ball quickly and smoothly flies to the addressee, bringing him a sweet fabulous children's sleep. And then all the children of the city sleep peacefully and grow up. After all, it has long been known that children grow up in a dream when they fly under the clouds along with the heroes of their fairy tales.
It was like this from night to night. The children slept sweetly, and their parents also slept, gaining strength for a new day. But then one day, one fine evening, our Subject refused to fall asleep. His dad and mom were exhausted, but they couldn't put their son to bed. And the poor Fairy listened to the theme's bell all night, but did not wait for his call.
This went on for a week, and two, and three. Once, the exhausted Fairy of Dreams could not stay awake at night, because Fairies also need to sleep sometime. And she fell asleep just when she was supposed to send her dreams. And the children, not having received fabulous dreams, stopped sleeping themselves and did not let their parents rest.
Everything is messed up in the city. Sleepy parents could not work normally, they just fell asleep on the go. The children slept furtively and little by little during the day. The poor Fairy of Sleep did not understand anything anymore. From unrest and confusion, she herself fell into a deep sleep and did not wake up either day or night. Tired of insomnia, adults could no longer even buy food and cook food from it. Milk and bread disappeared from the houses, not to mention sweets. How can children do without milk? In short, the city was in complete disarray.
And our Subject was quietly loitering around his room, tired and hungry. Having nothing to do, he decided to collect his toys. Theme began to slowly build a tower out of cubes. Block for block, block for block... The boy did not notice that he started building this tower from the smallest and most unstable block. And when all the cubes were already standing, lined up high, high, the tower suddenly leaned - the cubes crumbled, hitting Theme painfully.
At the cry of their baby, frightened parents ran into the room. But they saw the happy eyes of their child.
“Mom, dad, I got it! - shouted a joyful baby. - I realized how disturbed the order in our city! I am a small cube that broke everything!”
And for a long, long time the three of them talked about the understandable and the incomprehensible. About what Teme has yet to learn when he becomes an adult. And then evening came. Theme lay down in his bed, closed his eyes and began to dream of what he would be like when he grew up. And ... imperceptibly fell asleep.
In her small house, the Fairy woke up from the loud and persistent ringing of a bell, which she had not heard for a long time. Overjoyed, she sent Tema the most beautiful dream - a dream about the future. This dream was about an astrologer who could talk to the stars at night, and who was once a boy who did not want to fall asleep at night in his small bed.
Gradually the lights went out in the sleeping city. And from the window of the Fairy's house, everyone flew and flew, shimmering with magical light, beautiful childhood dreams.
Fairy tales for fairy tale therapy.
Styopa and his train.
Once upon a time there was a boy Styopa. He lived, did not grieve, for four whole years now. But then the thought somehow came to him: “It would be nice to do some good deed every day!”.
A good idea came to mind, but what kind of deed will be considered good? BUT?
Did you think, thought Stepan, to do such a good thing?
I did not think of it, I decided to go for a walk.
Styopka had a favorite toy - a construction set. The boy always took the train with him. And now I took it.
Styopa looks around, and around is white and white. Spring is already outside, and here a lot of new snow has piled up. The boy ran home for a shovel and said to the train: “Now we will dig up the treasure with you.”
Styopa began to clean the area near the entrance. A locomotive-designer helps him. Stepan made a wide platform with sides for the train, loads snow there, and the train takes the snow to the side. Styopa loads, the train takes away. Loading, taking away...
Suddenly Stepan looks - something glitters at his feet.
Coin!
"Hooray! - shouts Styopka, - so we found the treasure!
Soon there was no snow left near the entrance. Tired, but satisfied, Styopa, together with the engine, went home for dinner.
Mom came from the store. Taking off her coat, she caught the beads with her hand, the thread broke, and the small beads scattered around the room. Styopa rushed to collect the beads, and the little train helped to find them. There were so many beads, and they rolled into such secluded corners that the help of the son and his little train was very useful for mom.
Theme and dream
In one city there lived a boy. His name was Theme. He was the most ordinary boy, just like other children. He had a mom and dad, grandma and grandpa. Only one feature distinguished him from other boys and girls - he fell asleep very badly in the evenings. And the Fairy of Dreams always waited a very long time when it would be possible to send the Theme a fabulous dream.
I must say that every city has its own Dream Fairy. Her little house is full of silver bells - as many as there are children in the city. And, as soon as some baby falls asleep in his crib, his bell starts ringing, bringing out a special melody. The fairy takes out a shimmering ball from a huge jug and blows on it. The ball quickly and smoothly flies to the addressee, bringing him a sweet fabulous childhood dream. And then all the children of the city sleep peacefully and grow up. After all, it has long been known that children grow up in a dream when they fly under the clouds along with the heroes of their fairy tales.
It was like this from night to night. The children slept sweetly, and their parents also slept, gaining strength for a new day. But then one day, one fine evening, our Subject refused to fall asleep. His dad and mom were exhausted, but they couldn't put their son to bed. And the poor Fairy listened to the theme's bell all night, but did not wait for his call.
This went on for a week, and two, and three. Once, the exhausted Fairy of Dreams could not stay awake at night, because Fairies also need to sleep sometime. And she fell asleep just when she was supposed to send her dreams. And the children, not having received fabulous dreams, stopped sleeping themselves and did not let their parents rest.
Everything is messed up in the city. Sleepy parents could not work normally, they just fell asleep on the go. The children slept furtively and little by little during the day. The poor Fairy of Sleep did not understand anything anymore. From unrest and confusion, she herself fell into a deep sleep and did not wake up either day or night. Tired of insomnia, adults could no longer even buy food and cook food from it. Milk and bread disappeared from the houses, not to mention sweets. How can children do without milk? In short, the city was in complete disarray.
And our Subject was quietly loitering around his room, tired and hungry. Having nothing to do, he decided to collect his toys. Theme began to slowly build a tower out of cubes. Block for block, block for block... The boy did not notice that he started building this tower from the smallest and most unstable block. And when all the cubes were already standing, lined up high, high, the tower suddenly leaned - the cubes crumbled, hitting Theme painfully.
At the cry of their baby, frightened parents ran into the room. But they saw the happy eyes of their child.
“Mom, dad, I got it! - shouted a joyful baby. - I realized how disturbed the order in our city! I am a small cube that broke everything!”
And for a long, long time the three of them talked about the understandable and the incomprehensible. About what Teme has yet to learn when he becomes an adult. And then evening came. Theme lay down in his bed, closed his eyes and began to dream of what he would be like when he grew up. And ... imperceptibly fell asleep.
In her small house, the Fairy woke up from the loud and persistent ringing of a bell, which she had not heard for a long time. Overjoyed, she sent Tema the most beautiful dream - a dream about the future. This dream was about an astrologer who could talk to the stars at night, and who was once a boy who did not want to fall asleep at night in his small bed.
Gradually the lights went out in the sleeping city. And from the window of the Fairy's house, everyone flew and flew, shimmering with magical light, beautiful childhood dreams.
Brave Boy and Auntie Night
The boy Seryozha was strong and smart, and he was so interested in life that he did not even want to go to bed. During the day, in reality, with open eyes, he was so interested! He ran everywhere, learned everything and even helped his parents learn something new!
And then one day the evening came, and the night came, and it was time for the boy to go to bed. And he says: “I don’t want to go to bed! I'm here wondering why I'm going to fall asleep somewhere? Everyone persuaded him, but he did not listen to anyone. Instead of going to bed, he took his sword and went out into the yard. Auntie Night had already come there with her daughter, whose name was Darkness. The boy was not in the least afraid of them. He told them: “Come on, get away quickly! And don't come back! The Sun will always live here! And no aunties!”
And Seryozha drove the Night out of the yard, and her daughter Darkness left with her. The sun returned to the yard, which was very friendly with Seryozha. They started playing together and had a lot of fun. And then the boy noticed that the Sun was tired. He asked: "What are you doing?" “You see,” Sunny said, “I have to shine not only in this yard, but in the whole street, and in the whole city, and all over the world! Do you know how difficult it is? Usually I light a candle during the day and then rest when my sister Night comes. And today she disappeared somewhere, and now I have to shine all the time, but I'm already so tired and want to sleep! .. "
Seryozha did not tell the Sun that he drove the Night away, but decided to help him, because the Sun was his true true friend. He said, "Wait, I'll be right back! I'm running after my aunt at night!" And ran.
And where to run - Seryozha did not know. Just in case, he ran south, then east, then a little more north - and found himself in a strange forest. The forest was getting darker and darker, but Seryozha was not a bit afraid, because he had a saber in his hand, and the Sun was behind his back. When he entered the darkest part of this thicket, he began to call: “Auntie Night! Aunt Night!” At first, no one responded to him, and then an owl hooted, branches creaked, leaves rustled, and Aunt Night appeared before him. It was so dark there that Seryozha could hardly see her. “Auntie Night,” said Seryozha, “I wanted to ask your forgiveness. Somehow it went wrong. You, in general, come to us, please, otherwise the Sun is bad without you. The night smiled and said nothing, just nodded.
And the boy began to get out of the forest. He walked and walked, but he did not know where to go, and he was already very tired. Then Auntie Night took the boy in her arms and carried him. And very soon they were in their own yard, and then in their own bed. The boy fell asleep and dreamed, and it was as interesting as running during the day.
Sleep well, my friend!
The story of the bed
There was a bed. She had a pink floral blanket, a soft white duvet cover, and a yellow polka dot pillow. And there was a very naughty girl at the crib. The girl's name was Anna. Every morning Anechka woke up, stretched sweetly and, throwing a pink blanket aside, jumped out of the bed like a spring. Anya was in a hurry to have breakfast and start some new interesting game. And, of course, it never occurred to her to straighten the pillow and blanket, make her bed so that it looked neat, and did not stand unkempt until the arrival of Anichka's grandmother.
The crib was very upset because of this, but consoled herself: “Anechka is still small, she will grow up, she will learn to do everything herself and will not forget about me.” With these thoughts, the crib sighed and fell asleep. Didn't you know that cribs sleep during the day? After all, they show interesting dreams to children all night long, cradle and warm their babies, and that’s when they get tired. So during the day they rest. And when the evening comes, they wake up, full of strength ...
But our bed did not want to wake up at all. But do not think that she did not love her girl.
No you! It's all about whims. Remember that girl at the crib was very capricious? So, as soon as it was time to go to bed, Anya began to repeat: “I don’t want to go to bed! I won't go to sleep!" She began to cry and even stamped her feet. And who would like such an attitude? And every night the bed was sadder more and more. And one day I finally decided: “Annechka doesn’t need me! I’ll leave where my eyes look, or rather, where my legs go! It's so sad when they don't love you...
No sooner said than done. She waited for the crib until her grandmother filled it and left the room, and then - sniffing, and she herself over the threshold. Legs one by one rearranges, in a hurry. The crib went out into the street, but she didn’t know where to go. But it does not matter, her legs themselves led along the path. Out of habit, it is easier for them to walk on trampled earth than on grass. The path led the crib into the forest. And there ... The trees are tall, noisy. Birds flutter from branch to branch and sing. All sorts of animals run around the earth, each one is busy with his own business. “Oh,” the crib sighed, “what should I do? Maybe try to find a new owner in the forest?
Before the crib had time to think about it, it looks - an ant is crawling towards it along the path, dragging a straw.
Ant, listen, do you need a crib?
He even dropped his burden in surprise, but how he laughs!
What you! I do live in an anthill. I have a beautiful bed of spruce needles there. And we ants are not used to beds. Yes, you are too big for me. Find yourself another owner.
The bed was upset and wandered along the path further. As she thought about it, she nearly stepped on the squirrel.
Sorry, said the squirrel. - I have to go, my mother is calling. You are just wonderful, but you can’t climb a tree, and you won’t fit in a hollow.
The little squirrel flew up to the pine tree like lightning and disappeared in the dense branches. The crib stopped in confusion in the middle of the lawn. The path has ended. There were trees all around. The crib suddenly felt how tired her legs, which were not accustomed to walking, were very tired. She remembered how long she had already wandered through the forest, that evening would soon come, and after it the night, and wept bitterly and bitterly.
Meanwhile, the girl Anechka, having drunk fragrant tea with delicious cookies, went into her room. On the way, Anya was about to moan: “I don’t want to sleep, I won’t go to bed ...” But she suddenly stopped, froze in mid-sentence. There was no bed. Anechka carefully examined every corner of the room. She looked under the closet, into the toy box, and even, raising her head, thoughtfully studied the ceiling. All in vain! The crib was gone, and with it the pink duvet, the white duvet cover, and the yellow pillow. "How am I going to sleep?" Anechka exclaimed. Suddenly she realized that she was terribly sleepy, her eyes were closing right together. More than anything in the world, she would like to find herself now in her cozy little bed. But where can you find it?
Anechka looked out into the yard. Unusual square footprints were imprinted on the path.
They led into the forest. Forgetting about the dream, the girl hurried there. Branches clung to her clothes. The roots now and then strove to trip - you can’t walk a little girl alone in the evening so far from home! But Anechka kept walking and walking, looking around, and calling: “Bed, dear, where are you?”
Suddenly she heard someone sobbing. Anya hurried forward and ran out onto the lawn. There, alone, stood her little bed and wept bitterly. The girl jumped on the featherbed, hugged the pillow and said: “Darling bed, I finally found you! Let's go home, please!" The bed was alarmed: Anya is alone, in the forest, so late! We need to get the little girl home now! And, of course, the crib stopped crying and even smiled. It's so nice to have someone to take care of.
The midnight owl perched on a high branch and shook its head in amazement. It's not every day you see something like this in the woods! Along the path, carefully stepping on four legs, walked a small bed. And on it, covered with a pink blanket, pressing her cheek against a yellow pillow, a little girl was fast asleep. She had an amazing dream about a hurried ant, a lazy bear and a restless squirrel. You know that the most interesting dreams are when you sleep in your favorite bed. .
How Ilyusha fed his tummy
There lived a boy. His name was Ilyusha. And he was the same age as you.
Ilyusha ate candy before dinner, and then his mother called him to the table. She poured him soup, and Ilyusha was capricious:
And suddenly he hears: someone is crying. I looked around - no one was there. Who is this? Ilyusha listened to himself. And it turns out that his tummy is crying!
Ilya's neck asks sternly:
Why don't you let your stomach eat? He's dying of hunger!
And the throat replies:
I myself had no poppy dew in the morning! I'm hungry too! My mouth didn't feed me!
Ilyusha began to scold his mouth:
Why don't you feed your throat? It makes my stomach cry!
And the mouth replies:
What to do? It's a pity for Ilya his own tummy.
He grabbed a spoon and began to put the soup in his mouth. The mouth was immediately delighted, chews and treats the neck. And the neck sends soup to the tummy. Ilyusha ate the whole bowl of soup and asks:
Well, tummy, ate?
What about compote? - asks the tummy. Ilyusha asked his mother for compote.
Well, are you full?
And the tummy doesn’t even have the strength to answer - it’s so full. It can only gurgle.
Bulbul. Thank you, Ilyusha, - the tummy gurgled. - Now I'm full. And thank you mom for the delicious soup!
Ilyusha says to his mother:
Mom, my tummy said thank you!
Please, my dears! Mom smiled pretty
Why you need to eat
Once upon a time there was a girl Nastenka. She really didn't like to eat.
Look, what a delicious porridge, - her grandmother told her. - Eat a spoonful. Just try it - you will definitely like it.
But Nastenka only tightly pressed her lips together and shook her head.
Eat cottage cheese, - grandfather persuaded Nastenka. - It is very tasty and healthy.
But she did not want to eat cottage cheese either.
Look, what a delicious soup, - my mother said. - Just look how handsome he is! There are red carrots, green peas, white potatoes!
I won't! Nastenka screamed and ran out of the kitchen. Day followed day. Once Nastya went for a walk with her friends. They decided to go down the hill. And a tall ladder led up that hill. Girlfriends top-top-top - and climbed to the very top, and Nastenka stands below and gets upset:
Look how big and strong you all are! Why am I so small? I can’t climb the stairs, I can’t hold on to the railing, I can’t ride down the hill!
And the truth! - Girlfriends were surprised. - Why are you so small?
I don’t know, - Nastenka got upset and went home. She enters the house and undresses. And the tears fall like this:
drip yes drip, drip yes drip. Suddenly she hears a whisper. Nastenka went into her room. There is no one, be quiet. I went to my grandparents. Also empty. She looked into the room to her parents - and there was nobody.
I don't understand," she shrugged. - Who is whispering?
She crept on tiptoe to the kitchen. She opened the door and the whisper got louder. The chair is empty, the corners are empty. There is only a bowl of soup on the table.
She took the spoon and ate the soup.
Since then, Nastenka ate well every day. Soon she grew up and even became taller than her friends!
About Katyushina Kaprizka
In one city there lived a girl. Such a small girl, with a snub nose, radiant eyes and thin pigtails. The girl's name was Katyusha. The girls' mom and dad went to work, and she stayed at home with her grandmother.
Everything would be fine, but Katyusha did not like porridge. She didn’t really like to eat at all, but she simply couldn’t stand porridge. Grandmother persuaded her this way and that. She explained how useful porridge is for young children, sang songs to her, told fairy tales, even danced and showed tricks. Nothing helped. Our Katyusha first asked to add butter, then sugar, then salt, and then flatly refused to eat "this muck".
Meanwhile, a small, harmful Caprice escaped from one absent-minded wizard and set off around the world in search of shelter, until the wizard grabbed it and returned it back to the dark chest.
The caprice was sneaking around the city, when she suddenly heard the girl’s loud cry: “I don’t want to! I won't eat that porridge of yours!" Caprice looked into the open window and saw Katyusha eating.
"Wonderful!" thought Kaprizka and jumped right into Katyusha's wide open mouth.
No one, of course, noticed anything, but from that day Katyusha became completely unbearable. She refused to eat even the delicious cutlets cooked by her grandmother, even the lush ruddy pancakes with strawberry jam!
Caprice every day in it all grew and grew. And she herself became thinner and more transparent. Moreover, Kaprizka gradually began to stick her nose out and hurt Katyusha's relatives.
And one day my grandmother suddenly said: “I won’t clean the house anymore, and I won’t cook anymore either, anyway, no one wants to eat!” And she sat down on the balcony and began to knit a long, long striped sock.
And my mother said: “I no longer want to go to the store to buy food, clothes and toys!” She lay down on the sofa and began to read a thick book.
And dad said: “I don’t want to go to work anymore!” He placed chess on the board and started an endless game of himself.
And in the midst of all this disgrace sat a contented Caprice, admiring what she had done. And Katyusha went to the mirror and looked at herself. She did not see her radiant eyes - they went out and acquired gray circles. The nose fell down, and the pigtails bristled in different directions, like branches of a Christmas tree. Katyusha felt sorry for herself, and she began to cry. And she was also so ashamed that she offended her grandmother.
It’s not even clear where such a little girl came from so many tears! Tears flowed and flowed. They have turned into a river! And these tears were such sincere tears of repentance that they simply washed away the gaping Caprice into the street, right into the hands of the magician looking for her.
And Katyusha suddenly realized how hungry she was. She went to the kitchen, took out a pot of porridge from the refrigerator and ate it all, even without butter, sugar and salt. After crying and eating, she fell asleep right there at the table. And I didn’t hear how dad carried her to the crib and, kissing her on the cheek, ran to work. Mom kissed her daughter on the other cheek, salty from tears, and also left. And grandmother, throwing her striped sock somewhere, rattled pots and pans in the kitchen, intending to cook a delicious dinner for the whole family!
How Andryusha met guests
Andryusha is a very brave boy. He was not afraid of a tiger, or thunder, or even a vacuum cleaner. (What else is he not afraid of?) He was only afraid of the guests - or rather, he was embarrassed by them! And when the guests came to their home, he did not greet them, did not talk, but hid under the bed (how else was he shy?) Or closed his eyes and pretended to be something inconspicuous - a mop, bedside table, bicycle. The guests were very surprised and began to look for him loudly: “Where is Andryusha? We don't see him! Where is the boy? And where did the nightstand come from?
And once, when the guests came, Andryusha suddenly turned into a mouse! I saw a mink and rushed to it with all my legs - to hide. But that was not the case - another mouse was running to the same mink. Andryusha and the mouse clashed foreheads at the very entrance to the hole. At first, both were frightened, and then they were delighted and made friends.
And he shouted into the hole: “Mice, save yourself, the guests are coming! Now they will say hello!!!
Mice in the mink rushed about, squealing in horror:
Oh, we're lost! Terrible guests will now say hello to us! Woe to us, woe!
They hid behind each other, closed their eyes, climbed under the bed (repeat how the child is shy).
Andryusha at first felt funny how mice are afraid of guests, stupid cowards, a trifle with a tail! And then he felt ashamed - he himself hides from the guests, as if they could eat him.
Andrei again turned into a boy and bravely greeted the guests:
Hello!
And from the mink all the mice looked at him and wondered what a brave boy he was.
The guests were also surprised that Andryusha was no longer shy about them. And they rejoiced. And they all went together to drink tea with crumbs from the cake. Oh no, not with crumbs, but with cake! Andryusha took the crumbs to the mice in a mink!
And the little mouse boasted to everyone:
This is Andryusha, my friend. He is very brave! He is not afraid of a cat, or thunder, or a vacuum cleaner. He's not even afraid to greet guests!
How Olya fell in love with the garden
But Olya turned her head and continued to act up. The cat Murzik came running from the kitchen, jumped on Olya’s knees and said: “Meow, I want delicious milk and fish.”
Olya looked at the animals and thought.
Not so bad in kindergarten: on the New Year gifts were given, and Santa Claus came, built a big hill with the guys and rode. Soon March 8, and Anna Vyacheslavovna said that there would be a matinee. Moms and grandmothers will come, and the guys and I will sing, and dance, and read poetry, we will give postcards that we made ourselves, and my mother will buy me a dress and a beautiful bow.
Mom went out into the hallway. Olya, dressed in a fur coat and boots, was waiting for her mother.
Let's go to kindergarten, - she told her mother. - I was joking.
Since then, Olya has always gone to kindergarten and has not been capricious. There was always fun and a lot of friends, and when she returned home, she was joyfully greeted by a cat, a dog and a turtle. They always had food. And Olya's mother bought a very beautiful dress and a bow for the matinee.
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Elephant and balloons
There was a little elephant. Mom and dad loved him very much. They played together, walked, swam in the river and blew fountains from their long trunks. The little elephant loved to spend time with his parents. But one day, while walking with mom and dad in the park, the baby elephant saw a big balloon in the monkey. The baby elephant liked him very much, and he wanted to have the same ball.
Mom, dad, I also want such a ball, please buy it for me, - he began to ask his parents.
Mom and dad loved their son very much and decided to please the baby. They bought him a beautiful yellow ball.
The baby elephant was happy, he went everywhere with his balloon. And when he went to bed, he tied him to his bed.
Soon, walking in the park, the baby elephant saw a very beautiful green ball at the bear cub. And, of course, he asked his parents to buy him the same one. Mom and dad did not want to upset their beloved son and bought him a green balloon. The elephant liked him very much.
But soon the kid wanted to have a red ball, and then a blue one. And loving parents again could not refuse him ... But the baby elephant wanted more and more balloons, and the parents had no money left. And then the kid began to act up and say:
Well, buy, buy me this ball, because I don’t have one yet!
Then the parents of the baby elephant had to take extra work to earn more money and buy balloons with them. And the more the son asked them for balloons, the longer they began to stay at work. The elephant and the female elephant began to visit the baby elephant less, to play with him, and joint walks in the park completely stopped.
The baby elephant became sad alone, and even numerous air balloons he was no longer happy.
And then the day came when it was no longer possible to enter the room to the baby elephant. There were so many balls in it that the baby could not even move.
Then the baby elephant collected all the balls and went out into the street. But there were so many balloons that they began to lift the baby elephant high, high into the sky. The kid was afraid that he would forever fly away from his parents, and began to call for help.
Sparrows flew in and burst the balls with their sharp beaks - one after another. So gradually the baby elephant sank to the ground.
He sat down on the grass and thought. What do you think about?
Maybe he thought about how good it was to walk with mom and dad, play, swim in the river and let out big fountains from the trunk?
What do you think the baby elephant can do to bring back that time? Tell him please.
Kiss Wishlist
Probably, each of you in life noticed one strange circumstance: before wanting something strongly, a person often scratches his head, rubs his forehead, or simply touches his face. But not every one of you is aware that a person at this moment is being kissed by a Hotelka in love with him.
Little Hotelochki grow up in one deep gorge, and each of them has their own favorite boy or girl. Beloved because he has been taking care of her for a long time and from an early age feeds her deliciously. Yes, yes, you heard right, it feeds deliciously. After all, all thoughts of desire fly into this gorge and are necessarily eaten by the Wishlist. With each such thought eaten, the Wishlists grow a little, and when they become quite large, they leave the gorge and fly to visit their beloved and caring breadwinner.
One of the Hotellets grew up very quickly, because her beloved boy Igor, unlike the other children, very often fed her and many times a day sent her his desires through the air. Of course, the desires eaten were quickly forgotten by Igor, but this did not last long. One day he met with his Hotelka.
And it happened in a toy store, where Igor saw a very expensive treasure hunt car. What she just didn’t have: she shone with headlights, she could drill the ground with a drill, and she even had a laser beam, so that, pretending to burn the ground, she made her way to the treasures. From that moment on, Igor wanted exactly the same car and began to pester his parents all day with requests. Hotelka was delighted that Igor so stubbornly, stubbornly and strongly wants a car, and decided to help him. She kissed him warmly and with the kiss gave Igor many new powers of desire. After such a kiss, Igor finally lost his peace and even began to sleep badly. Day and night, he only thinks about the treasure hunter, but he doesn’t even want to look at old toys. For two whole weeks, Igor was capricious, mischievous, angry and offended by everyone around. I didn’t even want to go out into the yard with the children to play. And by the end of the second week, he was so tired of his whining, pestering and begging that he even became very ill. On the first day after recovery, Igor was invited by a friend to his birthday, where Igor again had to really want to.
This time Igor tried a chocolate ice cream cake at a party. Igor has never eaten anything more delicious in his life. Now even the most delicious food prepared by his mother seemed tasteless and disgusting to him. Kissed Igor Hotelka again. After that, Igor began to flatly refuse any food, demanding only ice cream cake all the time. Nothing went into my mouth, all the food spoiled my mood, and my thoughts from morning to evening were occupied with cake alone. Of course, they bought him a cake. But what is one cake when you want to eat it all day long without ceasing. For a whole month he begged for a cake, was capricious and angry at his unfortunate fate and spoiled joyless life. But where is it seen that people eat only cakes.
For a long time, Igor's desires did not allow him to live happily and often spoiled his mood. For a whole year he still fed his Hotelka, and in gratitude for this he received invisible kisses from her. But one day, Igor realized that the desire for excess is not brought to good and often harms him himself. And so he decided not to want something that you can easily do without in life. Not long after that, his Hotelka lived. Now the most important thing is that Igor does not fatten the new one.
Tale about Kolya and his friends One boy always fought. His name was Kolya. All the children in the yard were afraid of him. And when summer came, my mother sent Kolya to the village. In the morning in the village, he woke up from a loud “Ku-ka-re-ku!”. Birds were singing in the garden, there was milk on the window, and two sparrows were sitting on a branch near the window and chirping merrily. A cow stood in the yard and mooed, a rooster walked importantly, ducks quacked, geese cackled, lambs bleated “Beee!”, A goat shouted “Me-me!”. The beauty! The sun was shining, birch trees stood nearby in a birch grove and rustled their leaves, “Knock-knock!” knocked the woodpecker, "Ku-ku!" cried the cuckoo. Kolya drank the milk and went out into the yard.
Kolya did not greet anyone, kicked the dog, grabbed the cat by the tail, threw a stick at geese and ducks, and threw a stone at a rooster. The lambs with the goat were frightened and ran away, and the cow mooed with displeasure and left the yard. Kolya was left alone, he got bored, and he decided to go to the grove. There he was joyfully greeted by birch trees with the rustle of their leaves. Knock Knock! the woodpecker greeted him.
Kolya went up to the birch and broke the branch.
Then he got bored in the grove. Kolya went out onto a country road and began to throw stones at the sun. He didn't like that it shone in his eyes. The next day, when Kolya woke up, he felt that everything had changed. The sun did not shine through the window. The rooster did not crow, there was no milk in the mug, the birds did not sing. The yard was empty. Nobody greeted him. The dog climbed into the booth, the cat climbed onto the roof. He went to the grove. The sun hid behind a cloud. The birches did not rustle their leaves. The woodpecker, cuckoo and other birds flew away. Nobody sang in the forest. Kolya felt so alone. And he wanted everything to be the same as before. He realized that everyone on this earth is his friends, and friends cannot be offended. Since then, he never offended anyone and did not fight. And when he returned to the city, he made peace with the guys in the yard, brought gifts to everyone: some berries, some mushrooms, and some cones. He threw away the slingshot and never again broke trees either in the forest or in the city. The Tale of Good Petya In one city there lived a boy named Petya. Petya really wanted to have many friends. But he did not know how to make friends at all, but only knew how to fight. He thought that only a fight and rudeness could prove something to someone or attract attention to himself. The guys were afraid of him, and he had almost no friends. Once Petya saw a large puddle on the road with multi-colored mud spots. He moved closer to get a better look at her. And suddenly a car passing by splashed him with water from head to toe. Petya, all wet and dirty, wanted to run home. But then he noticed that he was inside a transparent large soap bubble. At first, Petya was very surprised and began to look at him. But then he got scared, because he realized that he would not be able to get out of the bubble. The bubble was very strong and did not want to burst. And Petya was very upset that his bad deeds were returning back to him. For example: Petya tries to hit someone, and the bubble returns the blows to him. Petya throws a stone at someone, and he flies back - right at Petya. This is what happens? Am I going to beat myself now?” thought Petya, and he felt very hurt and offended. How can I play with the guys now? the boy cried. So he walked for several days in a bubble. I was afraid to fight, because it hurts and is not interesting to beat yourself. It's boring to play alone. And he couldn't get rid of the bubble. And now, already completely desperate, Petya sat on a bench on the playground and watched the children play cheerfully. Suddenly he saw a very pretty girl with a doll. The girl did not know that Petya likes to fight, and was not afraid of him, but, on the contrary, invited him to play. Petya was very happy with her offer and decided to treat the girl with an apple that he had in his pocket. He handed her an apple, and then a miracle happened - the bubble burst! Peter was just happy. He's finally freed from that nasty bubble! When Petya came home, he saw two large apples on the table. Strange, thought Petya, where would they come from? After all, I gave the last apple to the girl in the yard. The next day, Petya again went into the yard to the guys and gave them his typewriter to play with. And when I returned home, I saw two new beautiful cars. And Petya began to notice that as soon as he does a good deed to someone, this kindness returns to him, and even in a double amount. Since then, Petya has done only good deeds. He made a lot of friends. He learned to be friends with everyone and stopped fighting altogether. After all, he didn’t want to go into the bubble anymore! The Tale of the Bully Hare Once the Hare had an amazing dream. He saw his native forest, familiar animals and birds. Only one thing was surprising - they were all afraid of him.
Great, great, - the squirrels agreed. Veli-KVA-stucco, Veli-KVA-stucco, - the frogs croaked. And the Hare paces along the path, proudly raising his head, and pushes everyone he meets. He sees a bear sleeping under a raspberry bush. The hare approached him and gave him a paw. The bear rolled over and over! Don't you dare eat my raspberries, clubfoot, - the Hare shouted after him. Do not dare to fish in my river, - the Hare threatened him with his fist. Don't you dare pick apples in my forest! He walked, walked through the forest... and woke up. The Hare stretched out, looked out the window and thought: And what was I most afraid of? We must show who is the boss in the forest! He went out to the edge and screamed:
Ah, laugh! Well, I'll show you now! - exclaimed the Hare and angrily stomped along the path. He looks - and a hedgehog is in a hurry to meet him, carrying mushrooms on his back.
But the hedgehog did not hear him. He ran down the path to go about his business. Sad, sad, the Hare wandered home.
Not reaching the clearing on which his house stood, he suddenly heard someone's plaintive sobs.
The hare parted the thick branches and saw a little bear cub. His paw was stuck between the roots of an old oak, and the baby could not free himself. Oh you fool! Now I will help you, - said the Hare and began to break the old branches. As soon as the bear cub was free, he joyfully jumped around the Hare and sang: You are now my best friend! And let everyone know: You are great and mighty The bravest, the best! The hare was embarrassed, and then asked:
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How Yegorka dressed
Yegorka, let's go for a walk, - Egor's mother called one morning.
Egorka was very fond of walking, but did not like to dress.
And Yegor, as he walked around the room in shorts, and walks.
Then Egorkina's hands took offense at him and let's get dressed ourselves, quickly, quickly! And they were in such a hurry that they mixed everything up: they put pants on their heads, instead of pants - a sweater, socks and boots - on their hands, gloves were pulled on their feet. Instead of a belt - a scarf. And they forgot the hat in the sleeve.
Mom laughed at him. Yegor looked at himself in the mirror, and he felt ashamed - how would he go out into the street in such a state? Rather, he took off all this disgrace from Himself and put it on correctly, himself, and so quickly and accurately that he himself was surprised - it turns out that I can!
How Vanya learned to dress
Once upon a time there was a boy named Vanya. He really liked to walk with the guys in the yard. They came up with different Interesting games and they always had a lot of fun together. And the girl Olya often came to the yard to play. She had big beautiful Blue eyes and curly hair. Vanya really liked her, and he wanted to make friends with her. But Olya did not pay attention to him.
One day Vanya, Olya and other children were playing on the playground. Suddenly, the Serpent Gorynych appeared from behind the forest. He flew over the playground very low, grabbed Olya on the fly and flew back to the forest.
What to do? We must go save Olya! Vanya and Seryozha jumped on their bicycles and rushed off in pursuit. All the animals and birds willingly told them where the kite had flown. Vanya and Seryozha raced at full speed.
Suddenly on their way - a river. Not very wide, but there is no bridge or ford. Seryozha hid his bicycle in the bushes, quickly took off his trousers, shirt, socks and boots and jumped into the water. And Vanya did not know how to undress. His mother always undressed, although she grumbled that he was already big. And mom is not here. And without it, Vanya cannot undress. He sits and cries. Meanwhile, Seryozha is already returning back together
with Olya. He defeated the snake, freed Olya, helped her swim across the river. They climbed ashore, dressed, got on a bicycle and rode back. And Olya said that she would be friends with Seryozha.
And Vanya grieved, grieved, and then he began to ask his mother to teach him how to undress and dress, and since then he has always done it himself. Olya saw how independent Vanya became, and also became friends with him.
How Vanya learned to be friends
Once upon a time there was a boy Vanya. He took away toys from everyone, and hid his behind his back and did not give them to anyone.
One day the children were playing in the sandbox. The girl Masha also came to play there. She had a beautiful new pail and scoop. Vanya really wanted the same bucket. He approached Masha and took him away. Masha cried for a long time, but Vanya never returned the bucket to her. All the children consoled Masha.
The next day, when Vanya came to play, the children left the sandbox. He had to play alone and only with his toys. This happened again on the second day and on the third.
On the fourth day, Masha came with a new blue bicycle. All the children rode on it in turn and laughed. It was good and fun for them, and Vanya was sitting alone in a large sandbox and was bored. After all, no one wanted to play with him!
But suddenly Mashenka saw Vanya, ran up, took him by the hand, led him to the bicycle and said:
Ride as much as you want, I don't mind.
Vanya felt ashamed of his actions. He realized that being greedy and offending the guys is very bad.
He ran home, brought the car's bucket and gave it to the mistress. And then he took out his toys and let the children play.
Vanya realized how great it is to have many friends and share with them.
little cloud Clouds are different: large and small, thunder and rain, white and dark. And even sometimes - gray or pink ... Dark rain clouds are usually called clouds. And I just want to introduce you to one very pretty cloud. Her name is Asya and she loves to play and have fun. It's just that she hasn't had much fun lately. She sits on top of a large spruce and has been sad for three weeks now. And all because all the little clouds of her age are allowed to fly and play in the sky, look at the clearings and forests and, when necessary, water the flowers and trees. Everyone except for little Asya, and therefore she is very upset. Indeed, from the very birth, Asya dreamed of being the best and most useful cloud, she tried so hard to grow up as soon as possible and go with her friends to water the clearings in the forest. And then came the very day when the little clouds first went to their first watering. And Asya, of course, too. Dads and moms - big experienced clouds - told the little clouds in detail how to bring their rain to the right meadow and how to water it properly. All the little rain clouds, and Asya too, went on their first walk. It was then that trouble happened - Asya shed all her rain on the way, and she turned out to have absolutely nothing to water the flowers with. Every morning, our little cloud Asya collected her rain and went to water the clearings with it, but she never brought it to the right place. First, she killed the rabbits running along the path to school. The next day, she poured heavy rain on the artist who painted the famous forest oak. All the colors in the picture spread, and the drawing was hopelessly damaged. But it was especially distressing that the grass and flowers on Asina's meadow turned completely yellow and began to fade. When the adult clouds saw that Asya was not coping with her task, they decided that Asya just needed to grow up a little more and try to master watering again in six months. Everyone was very kind to the little cloud, comforting and encouraging her. They said that everything will work out for her, you just have to wait. But Asya no longer believed in her strength. She thought that she was the wrong cloud, and this upset her very much. Every day Asya flew to the top of the pine tree and sat there. She watched as her girlfriends - other little clouds - gathered for another watering. Everyone except her. And she was very sad and hurt. But one morning, when Asya was sadly swaying on pine branch, she saw a big shaggy caterpillar. The caterpillar slowly crawled along the branch and looked at the sad cloud with curiosity. What are we sad about? - the caterpillar asked Asya. The little cloud sighed heavily, sobbed a couple of times and told the caterpillar its story. She listened attentively to Asya and shook her head sympathetically. Your trouble can be helped, - said the caterpillar, when Asya finished her story. - I have been living for a long time and I know that everything changes. And you change all the time. Even now, when you are talking to me, or when you sleep... And every day you become a little bit different, better, older, smarter... You just need to really want, and you will definitely succeed... - the last words the caterpillar said very quietly and crawled on. And Asya began to listen to herself, trying to feel exactly where good changes are already beginning inside her. And something really did change. She did not yet know what, but inside her there was some kind of wise part that knew exactly what and how to change for the better... Cloud Asya was so carried away by new experiences that for some time she even forgot about the caterpillar. She remembered that she had not even thanked the good caterpillar for the advice. Asya began to look for her new acquaintance and found her on a neighbor's branch, all in business and worries.
Asya was very interested in what the caterpillar was doing. So she settled herself comfortably on her branch and decided to watch. The caterpillar weaved a web and deftly attached it between two thin branches. Then she began to wrap herself in a web more and more densely. Soon the caterpillar was gone apparently, she was all in a dense skein of white cobwebs. A cobweb coil - a cocoon - hung on a branch and swayed slightly in the wind. Asya quietly approached the skein and asked in a whisper: “Are you all right?” Don't interfere, I'm changing, - the caterpillar from the cocoon answered quietly. The next day, Asya bravely went along with other clouds to collect rain and water the meadow. And all of a sudden, she did great! Several times she collected rain and successfully carried it to her clearing and watered the grass and flowers. Here it is, yes! Oh well done! - said around all the clouds and clouds. Asya was very proud of her new skill. She rejoiced every time she brought her rain to right place. The little cloud was so carried away by the new work that for a couple of days she completely forgot about the old caterpillar. On the third day, Asya decided to visit the caterpillar and find out how she was doing. It was very curious why the caterpillar was wrapped in a web. The cobweb, as before, swayed on a pine branch, and dew drops gleamed on it and shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow. Cloud Asya quietly crept up to the cocoon and whispered: “Caterpillar, are you all right? Maybe you need help?" I'm changing, don't interfere. Come tomorrow, - the caterpillar answered quietly. The next morning, Asya woke up early and hurried to a large pine tree. A cocoon with a caterpillar, still white and dense, hung on a branch, gently swaying in the wind. A small cloud settled down next door and waited. For a while, nothing happened. But then Asya suddenly heard a quiet crackle, and the cocoon somehow stretched all over. The threads of the web began to burst one after another. The web skein began to spread, and then completely broke into two halves. Asya was about to shout: “Good morning, caterpillar!” - but stopped. There was no caterpillar inside the skein. Instead, a beautiful bright butterfly appeared from the cocoon! The butterfly unfolded its graceful and iridescent wings, easily pushed off the cocoon and flew up. She rose higher and higher, and the little cloud Asya looked after her, as if spellbound, and thought: “How beautifully she has changed!” |
Fairy tale therapy for preschool and primary school age
Baldovskaya Gulya Rashitovna, educator, MBDOU No. 385 "Fairy Tale"Slide
The children piled up the snow
And then filled with water.
And to the delight of the children
There was a slide in the yard.
Early in the morning Petya went out into the yard. There was white snow all around. It would be nice to make something out of it! But the Snowman was sculpted yesterday. Here she stands with her head slightly bowed in an old bucket. The snow fort has already been done. It serves as a reliable protection against snowballs. But there is no Gorka.
Petya began to rake the snow into a large pile. Collected a lot of snow. It turned out to be a high hill. Only it was time for Petya to return home. He left Gorka and left.
Then Masha returned from school. Decided to take a little walk. I saw Gorka: “Good Gorka, big, only there are not enough steps.” Masha took a spatula and made even steps. And then she went home. Lessons still need to be learned.
Dima came from the kindergarten and admired Gorka: “Wonderful Gorka, you just need to fill it with water!” He took a watering can with water and watered Gorka.
Gorka quickly froze. I looked around. Here is the Swing next to the Sandbox. Here the Lantern is waiting for the evening to flare up with its warm light. Here the Snow Woman looks mischievously with coal eyes. She liked the yard. A good place.
Soon Petya and Masha appeared. The children took cardboard boxes and ice cubes, and began to ride down the hill. Either one at a time, or by “train”. And the guys are fine, and Gorka is having fun!
After a while, Nikita came. He was carrying a heavy snowmobile. Gorka was frightened “Now I will fall apart. I did not stay long in the yard!”
The children asked Nikita not to ride the snow scooter. But he didn't want to listen to anyone. Nikita climbed up Gorka and dragged the snow scooter. Gorka got angry: “Look, what are you, you didn’t do anything yourself, but you strive to break it!” She shook her head and threw Nikita down. The boy fell into a snowdrift, offended: “Your Hill is bad, I’ll go to the park to ride.”
But the guys stayed. For them, this Hill was the best in the world. Because they made it themselves!
Sample questions for discussion:
Why did Petya decide to make Gorka?
Why did Masha make steps?
Why did Dima pour water on Gorka?
Why did Gorka like the yard?
Why was Gorka happy?
Why did Gorka dump Nikita?
Why was the slide for children the best?
Psychological training
Close eyes. Imagine a warm winter day. The snow melted easily and molded well. You have warm gloves on your hands. Snow is soft and pliable. You can make whatever you want out of it. Here is Gorka, here is a snowman, here is a snow fortress. And you want to build a house. You sculpt walls, a roof, a door, steps. You enter the house and turn on the magic flashlight. The flashlight emits a soft, even light. The house becomes warm and cozy. Appear fluffy rug, table, sofa. You sit on the sofa. You want to rest. Are you resting.
(T.A. Kulikovskaya)
So what is fairy tale therapy? This is the perception and disclosure of the inner and outer world, comprehension of the past, modeling of the future, the process of selecting for each child his own special fairy tale.
I hope that this article will help you, dear parents and teachers, to cope with the stress of your children.
Happiness, peace and goodness to you!
Fairy tale "Two stars"
(for children 9-10 years old; problem: rivalry between two leaders in the class)
Probably each of you, my Dear friends, admired the starry sky on a clear moonlit night. But, I think, not everyone knows that among the thousands of millions of burning stars there are two - with which one unusual story happened not so long ago.
So. These were two neighboring stars: one burned bright yellow, the other bright red. They were called so: Bright yellow and Bright red. And although the stars lived almost side by side, they practically did not communicate with each other. Maybe because both were amazingly beautiful, and each considered it beneath her dignity to be the first to speak to her neighbor. Or maybe because each star was very busy with their own business. Although their business was almost the same: to illuminate the planet of Life and warm its inhabitants. But the Bright Yellow Star illuminated the left side of the planet, and the Bright Red star illuminated the right side. And everything would be nothing. But once, right on the border of the left and right parts of the planet, a beautiful fragrant flower with the most delicate aroma grew. The stars could not fail to notice him. Both one and the second star wanted to warm and caress the flower with their rays. And now their rays crossed over the flower.
Listen, I saw the flower first, so it's mine! said the Bright Yellow Star.
Well, I do not! It was I who first noticed him, and he looks in my direction - so the flower belongs to me! said the Bright Red Star angrily.
I can warm it up better! – already almost shouted Bright-yellow.
No, me! Bright Red responded angrily. None of the stars wanted to give in to the other.
Now I'll show you what I can do! The bright yellow star gathered all its energy and anger and shone a thousand times brighter than usual.
You don't know what I'm capable of! - A bright red star, all crimson with anger, gathered all its strength and sent burning rays to the neighboring star, trying to blind it with its light.
Competing in their superiority, succumbing to malice and anger, the stars completely forgot about the flower, plants and animals on the planet of Life. And they were exhausted from the scorching star rays: a little more - and an all-destroying fire will engulf the planet!
Stop! Suddenly, a voice boomed across the sky. This is the Moon - the leader of the stars turned out to be nearby in time. - Come to your senses!
And then only two stars, having moderated their energy, remembered what caused the quarrel. Turning their eyes to the flower, the stars did not immediately see it: once a delicate quivering bud and a slender stalk with leaves sprawled on the ground. The flower died from the heat, however, like everything around.
Tears of repentance and bitterness have replaced the radiant light. The stars sobbed helplessly - now shine as much as you want, only who needs it - your light? Star tears flowed in streams on the planet of Life. And slowly she began to revive. He straightened the stalk, raised his head and flower.
Well, I think you understood your mistake, - the Moon turned to the stars. Even without being friends, you should be able to calmly resolve all disputes. Remember - one more such quarrel - and not only the planet of Life will perish, but you will also lose all your strength and beauty and turn into cold stones.
And what do we do with a flower, how to divide it? the Bright Red Star asked the Moon.
(Question to the children: “What do you think the Month advised the stars?” - the assumptions of the guys)
Try to negotiate, - answered the Month and sailed on to inspect his possessions.
Let's do this, - suggested the Bright Yellow Star, - I will warm the flower before dinner, and you after.
Well, so be it, - agreed Bright Red Star.
The two stars never became close friends, but now they live without quarrels. And everyone knows: next to her - the most beautiful and bright - shines exactly the same - bright and beautiful star. Well, let it shine!
The most important
(for children 6-9 years old; the problem of divorce in the family)
Good afternoon my little friend! How, you don't know who I am? Then guess! I have red hair and a beautiful fluffy tail. I live in the forest, in the hollow of an old, sprawling oak. More than anything in the world, I love to crack hazelnuts and jump on trees. Guessed? Well, of course, it's me - the little squirrel Timka! I see that you are often sad lately, and therefore I decided to tell you my story. So…
In the hollow of an old sprawling oak lived and was Timka the squirrel (that is, I). He lived, of course, not alone, but with mom and dad. During the day, mom and dad worked hard: they picked nuts and mushrooms, prepared supplies for the winter. The little squirrel at that time, together with other baby animals, studied various forest tricks with Aunt Owl. But in the evenings the whole squirrel family got together. Mom, dad and Timka were very fond of playing the game "the most accurate": each tried to throw as many cones into the hole with his tail. Yes, it was a fun time!
But then… The little squirrel began to notice that his parents often quarreled, that his father returned home later, and sometimes he was not at home at all for several days. The squirrel mom was sad and said that dad just collects nuts very far away, in the neighboring forest, and does not have time to return home in time. Timka also began to feel sad, because now there were no games or fun in the evenings. And one evening, his mother called him to her and said: “Son, dad and I will no longer live together. It became very difficult for us to understand each other - this happens with adults. You and I will live here, and dad will live in the neighboring forest. But any time you want, you can see him. Remember, we love you very much - both me and dad.
After this conversation, Timka could not sleep for a long time. “Probably, it’s my fault for everything: I’m trying badly at school, I’m playing pranks - that’s why dad got angry with me and decided to move to another forest,” such thoughts haunted the little squirrel. And the next day, when dad had just appeared, Timka rushed to him and, crying, began to ask: “Dad, I will study well, well, I will be obedient - just don’t be angry with me and don’t leave mom and me!” Dad sighed heavily, hugged his son tightly and said: “Son, I love you very much - both obedient and naughty. The fact that my mother and I decided to live separately is not your fault. I'm not leaving you. I was, am and will be your dad, and as before I will take care of you. Forgive me and my mother, son. When you grow up, I think you will understand everything.
Now the squirrel fell asleep with the thought: “And what strange these adults are. How confusing they all are. And how you want to grow up quickly in order to understand them at least a little.
That's the story that happened in my family, my friend. She looks a lot like yours, doesn't she? Several months have passed since then. I'm still a little sad that my parents live apart. But I still love them, and they love me. And this is the most important thing! Remember this and you, baby!
Fairy tale "Reading Lesson"
(for children 6-8 years old with speech development problems, self-doubt)
This school day at the animal school began as usual. Mathematics was the first lesson for the first graders. The second is reading. For this lesson, the first-graders were asked to memorize a poem. The lion was a little worried. No, he had learned a very beautiful poem and knew that he could recite it very expressively. But ... The fact is that the Lion Cub never learned to pronounce the sound “r”, and the animal guys sometimes teased him: “What kind of Lion are you, if you don’t even know how to growl!” And now the kid was afraid that his classmates (and what if the teacher ?!) would start laughing at him.
The lesson has begun. The first poem was told by Squirrel. She was in a hurry and it didn’t work out very nicely. Then the teacher called the Teddy Bear. And the third - asked to tell the poem of the Lion Cub. He began to recite a poem and felt not very confident. And when he said “l” instead of the sound “r” several times, he heard laughter behind him - someone was laughing at him.
The lion cub was very upset and could not tell the poem to the end. He sat down at the desk and covered his head with his paws. Then the teacher turned to the first graders: “Guys, we all come to school to study. And we are all so different! And it's great! It is difficult for someone to write a letter, but he perfectly solves problems. Someone does not know how to run fast, but he tells poetry just fine. And someone stutters, but none of the guys can draw better than him. We each have our own characteristics. For some, they are immediately noticeable: for example, it’s difficult for Lion Cub to pronounce the sound “r”, but you noticed what “golden hands” he has - Lion Cub crafts are among the best. In addition, he is very kind, always ready to help. So what is there to laugh about?
And you, Lion cub, don't worry. Did you know that such a great commander as Julius Caesar also had speech problems - he stuttered. But this did not stop him from conquering half the world! Those. this small feature of his was simply not noticed behind his other qualities: intelligence, purposefulness, courage. That's it."
At the next reading lesson, Lion Cub approached the teacher and asked: “Can I tell my poem to the end today?” The teacher eventually agreed.
“I can, I can do it,” said the Lion Cub to himself, and told the whole poem to the end - very beautifully and expressively. Someone tried to chuckle, but Lion Cub paid no attention to it.
“The “r” sound is my specialty. But I am smart, persistent and courageous, and I never laugh at the weaknesses of others, ”the Lion Cub reassured himself so.
"Well done!" - the teacher said to the Lion cub at the end of the lesson. And all the guys clapped.
About Cheburashka
(for children 6-8 years old; the child is afraid of the dark)
Once, after seeing off friends, Cheburashka was left at home alone. The time was late. He tidied up, washed himself and was about to go to bed. Touching the handle of the door that led into the unlit dark bedroom, Cheburashka suddenly felt a strong anxiety; he thought there was someone in the bedroom. This "someone" is hiding in the dark, it is not visible, and it is impossible to figure out how to behave: to escape from him or to offer friendship. Cheburashka's fear became so strong that he did not dare to enter the bedroom. What to do? Maybe call Crocodile Gena? What if he makes fun of him? And if Shapoklyak still finds out about these fears, then Cheburashka definitely cannot avoid ridicule. Thinking in this way, Cheburashka again tried to enter the bedroom. Now this “someone” even crackled with something in the room. It got even scarier. “We need to close the door to the bedroom tighter and urgently call Gena. It doesn’t matter if they laugh at me or not,” thought Cheburashka.
“Hello,” Crocodile Gena answered at the other end of the wire.
“Gene, I urgently need your help. Looks like Shapoklyak planted a bomb in my bedroom. I can feel it ticking."
"Cheburashka, have you forgotten that you have a big cuckoo clock in your bedroom - they are ticking." “Oh, Gena, maybe this is not a bomb, but definitely something dangerous. Come soon".
It's good that you came! - exclaimed Cheburashka, opening the door to Crocodile Gene.
They approached the door leading to the bedroom. Opened it up a little. Everything was quiet. Nothing ticked or crackled. But that was precisely what was disturbing. Especially Cheburashka. Soon, his alertness and anxiety began to be transmitted to Gene.
"What nonsense," he thought, "I'm starting to be afraid as in early childhood."
And then Gena remembered how in childhood he was afraid to go into unlit rooms.
Listen, Cheburashka, I think I understand what's going on here. It has already happened to me.
Yes?! Did Shapoklyak plant a bomb on you too? Why didn't you tell me?!
Shapoklyak has nothing to do with it. It's just that when I was younger, it seemed to me that unlit rooms, like your bedroom, were inhabited by creatures unfamiliar to me. I did not know whether they were evil or good, whether they would harm me or, on the contrary, would help me. I didn’t know anything about them, I couldn’t really see them, and I had no choice but to be afraid of them. After all, everyone knows that if you don’t know something or someone, then you start to be afraid.
You know, Gena, I don't want to meet them at all. If they were our friends, they would have come out long ago, or somehow made themselves felt.
Dear Cheburashka, maybe they would become our friends if they really existed.
Well, who then makes all these strange sounds? Cheburashka exclaimed.
You know, Cheburashka, I also asked myself this question. When I turned on the lights everywhere, it seemed to me that there were no extraneous sounds. And I wasn't scared at all. Fear came only when it became dark. I realized that these creatures, if they really exist, of course, are afraid!
What?!
They are afraid of the world. But, - Gena continued, - when I began to listen more attentively to the sounds in the house full of light, I discovered that all these sounds are there!
Oh, - Cheburashka whispered, - it means that these creatures are not afraid of the light after all.
Don't worry, Cheburashka, - Gena smiled and affectionately hugged his friend by the shoulders, - it turns out that our houses can make sounds! The house has its own life too. It's just that the sounds it makes are very quiet. When we are busy with something, or talking, we make loud noises. Therefore, it is difficult for us to hear how our house lives. And when the daytime life subsides - you can’t hear the cars on the street, the radio is turned off, the neighbors are sleeping, we can hear the floor creaking, the wind humming outside the window, the quiet running of the clock. The house we live in begins to tell us its tales.
Wow fairy tales that even scary to enter the bedroom! Cheburashka exclaimed.
When you don’t know something or you can’t explain it to yourself, then you are afraid. You invent for yourself both the bombs that Shapoklyak planted and the monsters.
Cheburashka was embarrassed - now his fiction about the bomb seemed ridiculous.
You know, Cheburashka, because now, when I go to bed, I listen to fairy tales that my house tells me. Its sounds are intertwined in interesting stories about adventure and travel.
Yes, but in order to go to bed and listen to the tales that my house tells me, I still need to enter a dark bedroom, find the switch and turn on the light ...
So, I haven't convinced you that your house is guarding you, - Crocodile Gena said thoughtfully. “Then I will reveal one magical secret: when you enter dark room, draw a circle in the air with your finger and say: “Guard, Magic Circle. I know everything around!”
Thank you dear Gene! Why didn't you tell me about the magic circle and the spell right away?
By saying the spell, you would overcome your fear only for a while. You would not be up to listening to the tales of your home. Having spent your energy on fighting fear, you would not know how many interesting things are happening at this time next to you.
When the door closed behind Crocodile Gena, Cheburashka looked around his house in a completely new way. He stroked the walls and doors with his hand.
“Really, you tell me fairy tales every night! Of course, you are waiting for me when I go out with friends and study. Keep me warm when it's cold. Try to talk to me by making sounds. And I, not knowing this, was afraid. Thank you". And it seemed to Cheburashka that the floor creaked gratefully.
Just in case, entering the dark bedroom, Cheburashka drew a Magic Circle and cast a spell. True, by doing this, he no longer felt fear at all. He lay down in his bed, the pillow and blanket hugged him softly and pleasantly. Cheburashka closed his eyes, and the house began to whisper fairy tales to him, which then turned into amazing and beautiful dreams...
Tale of the Little Bear
(for children 6-8 years old; the problem of jealousy of the older child to the younger one)
In one fabulous forest, there lived a family of bears: Papa bear, Mama bear and a little bear cub. They lived together. They went for delicious berries, made friends with forest bees and they shared forest honey with them, sunbathed in the sun, swam in the river - in a word, they did everything together.
And then one day Mama Bear told everyone the good news - soon there will be a replenishment in the family of bears. Indeed, Little Bear noticed how his mother's belly grew day by day. He was very curious, who will be born?
Finally, the happy day has come. Everyone congratulated Mom, and Dad, and him. True, the little sister of the bear cub turned out to be not at all what he imagined her to be. But the most unpleasant thing was that she constantly demanded attention. Especially Moms.
Life in the bear family has changed. Now everyone rarely went together for berries and honey. When leaving, Dad and Mom left Bear cub to look after his sister. It cannot be said that he especially did not like it or that it was difficult. It was just very, very disappointing when, when they came home, their parents first of all ran to their little sister, worried about her, asking: “How is she?” When the whole family was together, they played with the baby, and not with him.
“Well, what, they don’t need me anymore?” - the Little Bear asked himself. And he became so bitter that he even wanted to leave home.
And once it happened. The little bear walked along the forest path and thought about how unfair Dad and Mom were to him. He wanted to punish them with something: “When I die, they will understand who they have lost, but it will be too late!” From these thoughts, tears welled up in his eyes, so Bear cub felt sorry for himself.
The Little Bear walked and walked and came to the house of hares. There was also an addition to their family. The bear cub watched as the older brothers with pleasure taught the little bunnies to gnaw carrots. “What will you take from them - hares!” - thought the Little Bear and went on.
Soon the path led him to a family of foxes. The elder fox cub lovingly rocked his little sister. Strange, it seems that he did not feel the same feelings as the Bear Cub at all. “Where can he understand me,” thought Little Bear. - What to take from them - foxes! And our hero waved his hand and walked away.
Nearby stood the house of a family of wolves. And Little Bear saw how the older wolf cub merrily somersaulted with the younger one, taught him to hunt. “Yes, he pretends to enjoy playing with his little brother!” - thought the Little Bear and went on.
It got dark, it started to rain, Little Bear got hungry, felt lonely and tired, he really wanted to go home. But he could not return.
How do you think why?
Feet led Bear cub to an old oak, in the branches of which was the house of the Wise Owl.
Wow, - the Owl was surprised, - what are you doing here at a late hour, Little Bear?
No, I'm just walking and that's it! I am independent.
That's right, - the Owl agreed, - I heard from the Magpie that Mom and Dad are looking for you all over the forest.
Yes, they are just walking with their sister before going to bed! - answered the Little Bear.
Uh-uh, you can see that you are offended by your parents? - Owl guessed.
No, it's just... - Bear didn't know what to say.
It’s simple, but not easy ... - Owl thoughtfully uttered and, after a pause, added:
Looks like I'm going to have to tell you a secret... though I promised Papa Bear I wouldn't tell anyone...
What is this secret?
The fact is that soon after you were born, Papa Bear came to me. He was very upset that his bear wife no longer loved him. “Now she has a son, and she doesn’t need me at all,” he said ...
Can't be! - exclaimed the Little Bear. "Dad couldn't talk like that!"
Why do you think so?
But he couldn't feel the same as me!
Do you feel the same?
The little bear lowered his head. The Wise Owl flew to the ground and hugged him by the shoulders. After a pause, the Owl said:
You know, when small children are born, they require a lot of attention, and family life ceases to be the same. A lot of love, patience and kindness must be invested in a small creature before it grows up. Therefore, all the attention of family members is given to the baby. And some, forgetting or not knowing about it, may feel offended, unnecessary and unloved...
So I left my parents at a time when they needed me the most?! I'm so ashamed.
The feelings that guided you can be experienced by everyone. Sometimes it's not easy to see love if you get a little attention. Go home quickly, they are waiting for you there and they love you very much ...
The bear cub ran along the path leading to the house. And the Wise Owl looked after him for a long time.
What do you think she was thinking?
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Fairy tale therapy is a special area of psychotherapy that influences a person in order to improve behavioral response and perception, as well as eliminate existing fears and phobias (source - Wikipedia). This therapy is used as a back-up practice, that is, as a means of effectively searching for the root cause in the patient's psychotherapy.
The methodology of fairy tale therapy, as a rule, is aimed at corrective psychological impact The child has. Fairy tale therapy is used for children of any age, from birth.
Children are creatures that have a fine mental organization, so they are able to emotionally respond to any external or internal factors in the form of experience, crying, fear, etc. Fairy tale therapy for children is a very good way to correct negative influences, behavior and any other condition. When studying this method, the help of a psychotherapist is needed only in a single form of visit (pathological cases are considered an exception), so that parents enter right direction actions.
The “Once upon a time there was a child who looked like you” technique is the most popular for those cases when the child behaves too aggressively towards other children. The parent must choose the moment when the child is ready to listen to him, after which he tells the tale in a similar style:
This tale is an example for identifying a situation when a child is too aggressive, and as a result of such a reaction, unpleasant consequences arose. A parent can change the scenario of a fairy tale in any way, the main thing is that the fairy tale is more suitable for a specific situation and carries an instructive character. When the first part of the tale has already been told, you need to ask the child: “Do you think Seryozha wants to make friends with the guys?” A positive response of the child will mean that he is ready to listen to you further, what he is interested in. After you have completed your story to the child, you should ask: “Did you like the fairy tale?”. Children can give you absolutely any answer, but even he will help you draw some conclusions. Your ultimate goal is for you and your child to reach new level instructive communication.
There are times when a child does not perceive even the first part of a fairy tale and continues to behave aggressively. This behavior indicates that the incident has affected him too much. It is important for parents to find out the root cause that traumatizes the child so much. Try not to criticize or oppress him, you need to find a contact of trust. If you are unable to find a common language with the child, then an examination by a psychotherapist will help you. The specialist will identify the problem that disturbs the child's behavior and prescribe a course necessary action for treatment.
The fairy tale therapy procedure is a typical story in the upbringing of a child. Many parents use this method without even knowing that there is a special term for this action. To a greater extent, such therapy is laid down in the parents' subconscious, but it is still important to have a clear understanding of the algorithm for correct application.
