In ancient times, there lived a chicken, a mouse and a black grouse. Once a hen found a barley grain and even cackled with joy:
- I found grain, I found grain! .. We must grind it! And who will carry it to the mill?
“Not me,” said the mouse.
“Not me,” said the grouse.

Nothing to do, the chicken took the grain and carried it. She came to the mill, ground the grain.
- Who will carry the flour home? she asked.
“Not me,” said the mouse.
- And not me, - said the black grouse.

Nothing to do, the chicken took the flour and brought it home.
- Who will knead the bread? the hen asked.
“Not me,” said the mouse.
- And not me, - said the black grouse.

The chicken kneaded the dough, and fired up the stove, and put the bread in the oven herself. The loaf came out to fame: lush and ruddy. The hen put it on the table and asks:
- And who will eat it?
- I, - shouted the mouse.
- And I, - shouted the black grouse.

And both climbed to the table.

Summary of the fairy tale "Hen, mouse and black grouse"

A long time ago, a chicken, a mouse and a black grouse lived together. Once a hen found a barley grain and was delighted. She asked her friends if they would take it to the mill to be ground, but they did not want to.

The hen ground the grain herself and asked the mouse and the black grouse to take the flour home, but they refused.

The mouse and the black grouse did not want to knead the dough either. But when the chicken baked a loaf, the lazy mouse and black grouse were the first to run to the table.

The main idea of ​​\u200b\u200bthe fairy tale "Hen, mouse and black grouse"

The fairy tale teaches children to be hardworking, not to be lazy and live at the expense of others.

Block of short questions

1. Who was the hardest working of all?

2. Why did the mouse and the black grouse sit at the table first?

3. Is it hard for a chicken to live with lazy friends?

A fairy tale about how a mouse and a black grouse did not want to help a chicken to carry grain and grind bread. But they both wanted to eat bread! Another name for the tale is How the Chicken Baked Bread.

Hen, mouse and black grouse read

In ancient times, there lived a chicken, a mouse and a black grouse.

Once a hen found a barley grain and even cackled with joy:
- I found the grain, I found the grain!.. We must grind it! And who will carry it to the mill?
“Not me,” said the mouse.
“Not me,” said the black grouse.
Nothing to do, the chicken took the grain and carried it. She came to the mill, ground the grain.
- Who will take the flour home? she asked.
“Not me,” said the mouse.
“And not me,” said the black grouse.

Nothing to do, the chicken took the flour and brought it home.
- Who will knead the bread? the hen asked.
“Not me,” said the mouse.
“And not me,” said the black grouse.
The chicken kneaded the dough, and fired up the stove, and put the bread in the oven herself.

The loaf came out to fame: lush and ruddy. The hen put it on the table and asks:
- And who will eat it?
“I am,” shouted the mouse.
“Me too,” shouted the black grouse.

He walked past the cockerel and went to visit the hen.

Oh, what ruddy and lush bread! - said the cockerel. - Who baked it?

Me, said the hen.

And who ground the grain in the mill?

Me, said the hen.

And who found the grain on the road?

Me, said the hen.

And who invited a mouse with a black grouse to the table? - asked the cockerel and looked at the mouse and the black grouse.

They became embarrassed. The mouse ran into its hole, and the black grouse flew into the forest.

(Mitropolskaya, recorded in the village of Padvizhulyankai, Vilnius region, Lithuanian SSR from L.E. Korubov since 1969, Ill. Kh. Bulatov and O. Vasiliev, ed. Malysh, 1987)

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“Not me,” says the mouse.
“Not me,” says the grouse.
- Who, who kneaded the dough, heated the stove?
“Not me,” says the mouse.
“Not me,” says the grouse.
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“Not me,” says the mouse.
“Not me,” says the grouse.
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“Not me,” says the mouse.
“Not me,” says the grouse.
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Where the back bends -
There is a lot of wheat
From a spikelet - a bag of grain,
And in winter - a pie!
Who does not bend his back,
Doesn't go to work
Who sleeps in the morning
Togo away from the yard!

And the mouse and the black grouse have nothing to say in response.