Golden comb. Folk tale "The cockerel - the golden comb" - a work about friendship

Once upon a time there was a cat, a thrush and a cockerel - a golden comb. They lived in the forest, in a hut. The cat and the blackbird go into the forest to chop wood, and leave the cockerel alone.

If they leave, they are severely punished:

“We’ll go far, but you stay housekeeper and don’t raise your voice; when the fox comes, don't look out the window.

The fox found out that the cat and thrush were not at home, ran to the hut, sat under the window and sang:

- Cockerel, cockerel,

golden comb,

Oil head,

Silk beard,

Look out the window

I'll give you some peas.

The cockerel put his head out the window. The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.

The cockerel crowed:

- The fox is carrying me

For the dark forests,

For fast rivers,

For the high mountains...

Cat and blackbird, save me!..

The cat and the blackbird heard it, gave chase and took the cockerel from the fox.

Another time, the cat and the blackbird went into the forest to chop wood and again punished:

- Well, now, rooster, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further, we won’t hear your voice.

They left, and the fox again ran to the hut and sang:

- Cockerel, cockerel,

golden comb,

Oil head,

Silk beard,

Look out the window

I'll give you some peas.

- The guys ran

The wheat was scattered

The chickens are pecking

Roosters are not given...

- Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!

The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.

The cockerel crowed:

- The fox is carrying me

For the dark forests,

For fast rivers,

For the high mountains...

Cat and blackbird, save me!..

The cat and the blackbird heard it and rushed in pursuit. The cat is running, the blackbird is flying... They caught up with the fox - the cat is fighting, the blackbird is pecking, and the cockerel is taken away.

Whether long or short, the cat and the blackbird gathered again in the forest to chop wood. When leaving, they strictly punish the cockerel:

“Don’t listen to the fox, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further and won’t hear your voice.”

And the cat and the blackbird went far into the forest to chop wood. And the fox is right there: he sat under the window and sings:

- Cockerel, cockerel,

golden comb,

Oil head,

Silk beard,

Look out the window

I'll give you some peas.

The cockerel sits and says nothing. And the fox again:

- The guys ran

The wheat was scattered

The chickens are pecking

Roosters are not given...

The cockerel keeps silent. And the fox again:

- People fled

Nuts were poured

The chickens are pecking

Roosters are not given...

The cockerel put his head out the window:

- Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!

The fox grabbed him tightly in her claws and carried him into her hole, beyond the dark forests, beyond the fast rivers, beyond the high mountains...

No matter how much the cockerel crowed or called, the cat and the blackbird did not hear him. And when we returned home, the cockerel was gone.

The cat and the blackbird ran along the fox's tracks. The cat is running, the thrush is flying... They ran to the fox's hole. The cat set up the caterpillars and let’s practice:

- Rumble, racket, harlots,

Golden strings...

Is Lisafya-kuma still at home?

Are you in your warm nest?

The fox listened, listened and thought:

“Let me see who plays the harp so well and hums sweetly.”

She took it and crawled out of the hole. The cat and the blackbird grabbed her - and began to beat and beat her. They beat and beat her until she lost her legs.

They took the cockerel, put it in a basket and brought it home. And from then on they began to live and be, and they still live.

Fairy tales composed by the people themselves have been known to us since childhood. Either the mother or the grandmother tells them to the kids at night, reading baby books for very little ones. And then, at a slightly older age, many children themselves will read them and color along the contours. These simple and wise works are often used to make cartoons, which children also enjoy watching. The folk tale “The Cockerel - the Golden Comb” is one of these masterpieces. Let's read it again together.

Fairy tale "Cockerel is a golden comb." Characters

The main one is the Cockerel, who is constantly rescued from trouble. The rooster in Russian folk tales is the personification of courage, openness, but at the same time simplicity, gullibility and even some stupidity. The fox, on the contrary, is traditionally cunning and greedy. She constantly provokes Cockerel to “feat”, with her songs forcing him to fall into the clutches and be carried away from the house. The Cat and Drozd are, as it were, secondary characters, but in the fairy tale they play the main role of rescuing and returning the Cockerel.

The fairy tale “Cockerel - the Golden Comb” has a fairly simple plot. Cat, Drozd and Cockerel live together in a hut in the forest. They live together, helping each other. And when the Cat and Drozd go to chop wood, they leave the Cockerel on the farm, doing housework, telling him to sit quietly and not stick his head out if the sly Fox comes.

The cockerel is left alone, and the Fox finds out about this and runs under the hut. She sings an alluring song, forcing the silly Cockerel to look out the window. Then the Fox grabs him and takes him to his hole. But the hero is not at a loss and screams, hoping to be heard by his friends, begging them for salvation. Friends hear and help out Cockerel.

A similar story, as usual in folk tales, is repeated three times. Cat and Drozd constantly fight back and stand up for their friend. A last time They even resort to a certain cunning, fooling the Fox with her own methods. The cat takes the harp, sitting in front of the fox's hole, and begins to play. Lisa comes out and gets what she deserves. And the three friends return to their hut.

Morality

The fairy tale “The Golden Comb Cockerel” has a rather simple moral: always help a friend, bailing him out of trouble. And also: friendship is above all, and a cunning and strong enemy can be defeated by everyone coming together. How wonderful it is when you have friends who are capable of heroic deeds for you.

Pushkin's fairy tale

Fairy tales written in verse, as a rule, attract more attention than they are considered author's, but can be based on folk stories. This is probably why it is easier to remember them, and the language looks richer, and the main characters are described in a more original way. Pushkin’s fairy tale “The Cockerel is a Golden Comb” also belongs to similar masterpieces. Today this work is known to everyone Russian schoolboy. Summary his plot will fit on one notebook sheet. But the simplicity of the content is organically complemented by the genius of the language and the attraction of the characters described. And the inherent potential puts the work in verse at the level of the world's masterpieces of great storytellers. Let us also remember what the fairy tale “Cockerel - the Golden Comb”, written by Pushkin, is about.

A little about the fairy tale

Its content, of course, differs from the plot of the Russian folk tale, which is known to everyone. And the sources for its creation, according to some researchers, were the Arabic folklore of the Copts and Irving’s legend “About the Arab Stargazer”. And the golden comb Cockerel does not at all play the role of a positive hero here. Rather, it is a sword of retribution, an instrument of fate, designed to punish the careless one who did not keep his promise and killed the astrologer.

Once upon a time there was a cat, a thrush and a cockerel - a golden comb. They lived in the forest, in a hut. The cat and the blackbird go into the forest to chop wood, and leave the cockerel alone.

If they leave, they are severely punished:

We will go far, but you stay housekeeper and don’t raise your voice; when the fox comes, don't look out the window.

The fox found out that the cat and thrush were not at home, ran to the hut, sat under the window and sang:

Cockerel, cockerel,

golden comb,

Oil head,

Silk beard,

Look out the window

I'll give you some peas.

The cockerel put his head out the window. The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.

The cockerel crowed:

The fox is carrying me

For the dark forests,

For fast rivers,

For the high mountains...

Cat and blackbird, save me!..

The cat and the blackbird heard it, gave chase and took the cockerel from the fox.

Another time, the cat and the blackbird went into the forest to chop wood and again punished:

Well, now, rooster, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further, we won’t hear your voice.

They left, and the fox again ran to the hut and sang:

Cockerel, cockerel,

golden comb,

Oil head,

Silk beard,

Look out the window

I'll give you some peas.

The boys were running

The wheat was scattered

The chickens are pecking

Roosters are not given...

Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!

The fox grabbed him in her claws and carried him to her hole.

The cockerel crowed:

The fox is carrying me

For the dark forests,

For fast rivers,

For the high mountains...

Cat and blackbird, save me!..

The cat and the blackbird heard it and rushed in pursuit. The cat is running, the blackbird is flying... They caught up with the fox - the cat is fighting, the blackbird is pecking, and the cockerel is taken away.

Whether long or short, the cat and the blackbird gathered again in the forest to chop wood. When leaving, they strictly punish the cockerel:

Don’t listen to the fox, don’t look out the window, we’ll go even further and won’t hear your voice.

And the cat and the blackbird went far into the forest to chop wood. And the fox is right there: he sat under the window and sings:

Cockerel, cockerel,

golden comb,

Oil head,

Silk beard,

Look out the window

I'll give you some peas.

The cockerel sits and says nothing. And the fox again:

The boys were running

The wheat was scattered

The chickens are pecking

Roosters are not given...

The cockerel keeps silent. And the fox again:

People were running

Nuts were poured

The chickens are pecking

Roosters are not given...

The cockerel put his head out the window:

Ko-ko-ko! How can they not give it?!

The fox grabbed him tightly in her claws and carried him into her hole, beyond the dark forests, beyond the fast rivers, beyond the high mountains...

No matter how much the cockerel crowed or called, the cat and the blackbird did not hear him. And when we returned home, the cockerel was gone.

The cat and the blackbird ran along the fox's tracks. The cat is running, the thrush is flying... They ran to the fox's hole. The cat set up the caterpillars and let’s practice:

Ringing, rattling, harpers,

Golden strings...

Is Lisafya-kuma still at home?

Are you in your warm nest?

The fox listened, listened and thought:

“Let me see who plays the harp so well and hums sweetly.”

She took it and crawled out of the hole. The cat and the blackbird grabbed her - and began to beat and beat her. They beat and beat her until she lost her legs.

They took the cockerel, put it in a basket and brought it home.

And from then on they began to live and be, and they still live.