The fairy tale "The Bean Seed" has been loved by many since childhood. Each of us remembers the story of the hurried cockerel and the hen who saved him. Read more about this Russian folk tale in our article.
Plot
A very interesting and informative tale "The Bean Seed" tells us about a cockerel who was in a hurry while eating and choked. But he is not left alone with his misfortune: a chicken comes running to his aid. And here the main action of the tale begins. Inanimate objects suddenly come to life and even start talking!
The hen runs to the river to fetch water and give the poor cock a drink. But everything is not so simple: the river sends her for a leaf to draw water into it. Having run to the tree, the chicken again faces difficulties. The tree asks to take a thread from the girl in order to tear off a leaf.
But the tale does not end there either: the hen is sent for a comb to comb out the thread. The combers just don’t help - they ask for rolls in return. The Kalashnikovs send the poor hen to the lumberjacks, and they finally give the hen what she needs - firewood.
Now the storyline turns the other way - the chicken needs to bring everyone the right attribute in order to save the cockerel.
Finally, the required things were delivered to everyone - and the cockerel was saved. The fairy tale "The Bean Seed" ends with a happy ending: the cockerel, freeing its neck, sang loudly.
Instructive story
For all their simplicity and naivete, fairy tales are a real life instruction. Although a fairy tale is a subject of fiction, we always capture the essence of history and understand what it teaches us. The folk tale "The Bean Seed" urges us not to panic, but to perform the necessary actions in a timely and accurate manner. This applies not only to food, but also to other things. It was in a fairy tale that the cockerel waited so long for the hen to bring him water. And in life everything would be completely different.
This whole long chain of events is shown so that we can make sure that sometimes one desire to come to the rescue is not enough. In some cases, you need to go through a lot of trials in order to help another. But the chicken did not lose her head and did not give up. She went through all the instances to save her dear friend.
The cognitive fairy tale "The Bean Seed" teaches us that nothing is given just like that. And since childhood, we learn to follow these tips.
Plan
The tale of the cockerel and the seed is a Russian folk tale, which means that it does not have a specific author. Its plot was invented by the people many years ago - since then it has been passed down from the lips of the elderly to younger generations. So the tale has come down to our days. But this tale has a complicated history: Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy put it in his own way. The plot line has remained the same. The hen also rushed to save the rooster choking on the bean. True, now with the help of the hostess and the oil that she whipped for the cockerel.
And in one, and in another work, events develop in a chain, and the ending turns out to be happy - these tales can be read to kids before bedtime.
The plan of the fairy tale "The Bean Seed" consists of the following points (the plot invented by the Russian people is taken as the basis):
- Choking!
- More like water.
- To the tree for the leaf.
- The girl asks for a thread.
- The combers send for rolls.
- The Kalashnikovs asked for firewood.
- Lumberjacks rescue a chicken.
- The cockerel sang!
Once upon a time there was a rooster and a hen. They went for a walk. They walked and walked and did not notice how they had gone far from home. On the way, they were suddenly overtaken by a downpour. Wet rooster with chicken, chilled. And then the evening came, and there was nowhere for them to hide from the weather.
A rooster and a hen are wandering and they see: there is a mill on the bank of a mountain river. A rooster knocked on the door.
- This is us, a rooster with a hen, - the rooster answers. - We got wet and cold, let us spend the night. We will pay for the lodging for the night: when the hen lays the egg, we will leave it for you.
“I don’t need anything,” the miller replied. - And I won't let you spend the night, go away.
A rooster and a hen wander further, they see another mill standing by the river. A rooster knocked on the door.
- Who's there? asks the miller.
- This is us, a rooster with a hen, - the rooster answers. - We are wet and cold, let us spend the night, we will pay for the lodging for the night: when the chicken lays the egg, we will leave it to you.
“Get out of here,” said the miller. - I won't let you spend the night.
A rooster and a hen wander on, they see a third mill standing by the river. The rooster knocked.
- Who's there? asks the miller.
- This is us, a rooster with a hen, - the rooster answers. - Let us spend the night, we are cold and wet. We will pay for the lodging for the night: when the hen lays the egg, we will leave it for you.
Miller was a kind and caring person. He opened the door, let out a rooster with a hen, kindled a hearth, made them sit down, warmed them, fed them with grain. The rooster and chicken dried up, warmed up, ate and went to bed. The miller blew out the hearth and also lay down to rest.
But the rooster and hen could not sleep. They felt sorry for the eggs, they did not want to give it to the miller. And they decided to slowly get up and leave. We got up at the end of the night, opened the door and went to our house.
In the morning the miller wakes up and sees: there is no rooster with a hen. “Probably,” he thinks, “the chicken went to the hayloft, she wants to lay an egg for me, and the rooster guards her.” He kindled the hearth, sat down and waited. Time passes, the sun is already high, but the rooster and hen are still gone. Then the miller got up, walked around the whole mill, looked into the hayloft - there were no guests.
“Okay,” the miller thinks, “I’ll go to their village, let them give me the promised egg.”
When a rooster and a hen saw that a miller was coming down to their village from the pass, they quickly broke all the eggs that they had in the house, poured the yolks and whites into a jug and hid it well, and threw the shell into the hearth and covered it with smoldering coals from above. Then they stuck a few needles in the towel and hid.
The miller entered the house, looked around, but saw no eggs anywhere.
"I'll sit by the fire and wait," he thought. “Soon, perhaps, a rooster and a hen will come.”
As soon as he leaned over the coals to fan the fire, the shell cracked and burst, and the miller was doused with soot all over - both his face and hands. He jumped up, went and washed himself with water. He just grabbed the towel, and the needles pierced his fingers.
“This is how the rooster and hen thanked me for doing them so much good,” said the miller, and went back to his mill.
Since then, no one in that region opens the door to an ungrateful rooster and hen if they ask to spend the night.
Albanian folk tale with pictures. Illustrations
Once upon a time there was a rooster and a hen. They went for a walk. They walked and walked and did not notice how they had gone far from home. On the way, they were suddenly overtaken by a downpour. Wet rooster with chicken, chilled. And then the evening came, and there was nowhere for them to hide from the weather.
A rooster and a hen are wandering and they see: there is a mill on the bank of a mountain river. A rooster knocked on the door.
- Who's there? asks the miller.
- This is us, a rooster with a hen, - the rooster answers. - We got wet and cold, let us spend the night. We will pay for the lodging for the night: when the hen lays the egg, we will leave it for you.
“I don’t need anything,” the miller replied. - And I won't let you spend the night, go away.
A rooster and a hen are wandering further, there is another mill by the river. A rooster knocked on the door. Who's there? asks the miller.
- This is us, a rooster with a hen, - the rooster answers. - We are wet and cold, let us spend the night, we will pay for the lodging for the night: when the chicken lays the egg, we will leave it to you.
“Get out of here,” said the miller. - I won't let you spend the night.
A rooster and a hen wander on, they see a third mill standing by the river. The rooster knocked.
- This is us, a rooster with a hen, - the rooster answers. - Let us spend the night, we are cold and wet. We will pay for the lodging for the night: when the hen lays the egg, we will leave it for you.
Miller was a kind and caring person. He opened the door, let out a rooster with a hen, kindled a hearth, made them sit down, warmed them, fed them with grain. The rooster and chicken dried up, warmed up, ate and went to bed. The miller blew out the hearth and also lay down to rest.
But the rooster and hen could not sleep. They felt sorry for the eggs, they did not want to give it to the miller. And they decided to slowly get up and leave. We got up at the end of the night, opened the door and went to our house.
In the morning the miller wakes up and sees: there is no rooster with a hen. “Probably,” he thinks, “the hen went to the hayloft, she wants to lay an egg for me, and the rooster guards her.” He kindled the hearth, sat down and waited. Time passes, the sun is already high, but the rooster and hen are still gone. Then the miller got up, walked around the mill, looked into the hayloft - there were no guests.
“Okay,” the miller thinks, “I’ll go to their village, let them give me the promised egg.”
When a rooster and a hen saw that a miller was coming down to their village from the pass, they quickly broke all the eggs that they had in the house, poured the yolks and whites into a jug and hid it well, and threw the shell into the hearth and covered it with smoldering coals from above. Then they stuck a few needles in the towel and hid themselves.
The miller entered the house, looked around, but saw no eggs anywhere.
"Okay," he thought, "I'll sit by the hearth and wait. Soon, probably, the rooster and hen will come."
As soon as he leaned over the coals to fan the fire, the shell cracked and burst, and the miller was doused with soot all over - both his face and hands. He jumped up, went and washed himself with water. He just grabbed the towel, and the needles pierced his fingers.
“This is how the rooster and hen thanked me for doing so much good to them,” said the miller and went back to his mill.
Since then, no one in that region opens the door to an ungrateful rooster and hen if they ask to spend the night.
Once upon a time there was a rooster and a hen. They went for a walk. They walked and walked and did not notice how they had gone far from home. On the way, they were suddenly overtaken by a downpour. Wet rooster with chicken, chilled. And then the evening came, and there was nowhere for them to hide from the weather.
A rooster and a hen are wandering and they see: there is a mill on the bank of a mountain river. A rooster knocked on the door.
- This is us, a rooster with a hen, - the rooster answers. - We got wet and cold, let us spend the night. We will pay for the lodging for the night: when the hen lays the egg, we will leave it for you.
“I don’t need anything,” answered the miller. “And I won’t let you spend the night, go away.”
A rooster and a hen wander further, they see another mill standing by the river. A rooster knocked on the door.
- Who's there? asks the miller.
- This is us, a rooster with a hen, - the rooster answers. - We are wet and cold, let us spend the night, we will pay for the lodging for the night: when the hen lays an egg, we will leave it to you.
- Get out of here, - answered the miller. - I won't let you spend the night.
A rooster and a hen wander on, they see a third mill standing by the river. The rooster knocked.
- Who's there? asks the miller.
- This is us, a rooster with a hen, - the rooster answers. - Let us spend the night, we are cold and wet. We will pay for the lodging for the night: when the hen lays the egg, we will leave it for you.
Miller was a kind and caring person. He opened the door, let out a rooster with a hen, kindled a hearth, made them sit down, warmed them, fed them with grain. The rooster and chicken dried up, warmed up, ate and went to bed. The miller blew out the hearth and also lay down to rest.
But the rooster and hen could not sleep. They felt sorry for the eggs, they did not want to give it to the miller. And they decided to slowly get up and leave. We got up at the end of the night, opened the door and went to our house.
In the morning the miller wakes up and sees: there is no rooster with a hen. “Probably,” he thinks, “the chicken went to the hayloft, she wants to lay an egg for me, and the rooster guards her.” He kindled the hearth, sat down and waited. Time passes, the sun is already high, but the rooster and hen are still gone. Then the miller got up, walked around the whole mill, looked into the hayloft - there were no guests.
“Okay,” the miller thinks, “I’ll go to their village, let them give me the promised egg.”
When a rooster and a hen saw that a miller was coming down to their village from the pass, they quickly broke all the eggs that they had in the house, poured the yolks and whites into a jug and hid it well, and threw the shell into the hearth and covered it with smoldering coals from above. Then they stuck a few needles in the towel and hid themselves.
The miller entered the house, looked around, but saw no eggs anywhere.
“All right,” he thought, “I’ll sit by the hearth and wait. Soon, probably, a rooster and a hen will come.
As soon as he leaned over the coals to fan the fire, the shell cracked, burst, and the miller was covered with soot all over - both his face and hands. He jumped up, went and washed himself with water. He just grabbed the towel, and the needles pierced his fingers.
“This is how the rooster and hen thanked me for doing so much good to them,” said the miller and went back to his mill.
Since then, no one in that region opens the door to an ungrateful rooster and hen if they ask to spend the night.
That's the end of the tale, and who listened well done!
Albanian fairy tale
Once upon a time there was a rooster and a hen. They went for a walk. They walked and walked and did not notice how they had gone far from home. On the way, they were suddenly overtaken by a downpour. Wet rooster with chicken, chilled. And then the evening came, and there was nowhere for them to hide from the weather.
A rooster and a hen are wandering and they see: there is a mill on the bank of a mountain river. A rooster knocked on the door.
- This is us, a rooster with a hen, - the rooster answers. - We got wet and cold, let us spend the night. We will pay for the lodging for the night: when the hen lays the egg, we will leave it for you.
“I don’t need anything,” the miller replied. - And I won't let you spend the night, go away.
A rooster and a hen wander further, they see another mill standing by the river. A rooster knocked on the door.
- Who's there? asks the miller.
- This is us, a rooster with a hen, - the rooster answers. - We are wet and cold, let us spend the night, we will pay for the lodging for the night: when the chicken lays the egg, we will leave it to you.
“Get out of here,” said the miller. - I won't let you spend the night.
A rooster and a hen wander on, they see a third mill standing by the river. The rooster knocked.
- Who's there? asks the miller.
- This is us, a rooster with a hen, - the rooster answers. - Let us spend the night, we are cold and wet. We will pay for the lodging for the night: when the hen lays the egg, we will leave it for you.
Miller was a kind and caring person. He opened the door, let out a rooster with a hen, kindled a hearth, made them sit down, warmed them, fed them with grain. The rooster and chicken dried up, warmed up, ate and went to bed. The miller blew out the hearth and also lay down to rest.
But the rooster and hen could not sleep. They felt sorry for the eggs, they did not want to give it to the miller. And they decided to slowly get up and leave. We got up at the end of the night, opened the door and went to our house.
In the morning the miller wakes up and sees: there is no rooster with a hen. “Probably,” he thinks, “the chicken went to the hayloft, she wants to lay an egg for me, and the rooster guards her.” He kindled the hearth, sat down and waited. Time passes, the sun is already high, but the rooster and hen are still gone. Then the miller got up, walked around the whole mill, looked into the hayloft - there were no guests.
“Okay,” the miller thinks, “I’ll go to their village, let them give me the promised egg.”
When a rooster and a hen saw that a miller was coming down to their village from the pass, they quickly broke all the eggs that they had in the house, poured the yolks and whites into a jug and hid it well, and threw the shell into the hearth and covered it with smoldering coals from above. Then they stuck a few needles in the towel and hid.
The miller entered the house, looked around, but saw no eggs anywhere.
"I'll sit by the fire and wait," he thought. “Soon, perhaps, a rooster and a hen will come.”
As soon as he leaned over the coals to fan the fire, the shell cracked and burst, and the miller was doused with soot all over - both his face and hands. He jumped up, went and washed himself with water. He just grabbed the towel, and the needles pierced his fingers.
“This is how the rooster and hen thanked me for doing them so much good,” said the miller, and went back to his mill.
Since then, no one in that region opens the door to an ungrateful rooster and hen if they ask to spend the night.
