Bianca's tale: the cunning fox and the smart duck. The sly fox and the smart duck

Fairy Tales: The Sly Fox and the Smart Duck (fairy tale)

Autumn. Cunning fox thinks:
“The ducks are ready to fly away. Let me go to the river and I’ll get some ducklings.”
He crept up from behind a bush and saw: indeed, a whole flock of ducks near the shore. One Duck is standing right under the bush, fingering the feathers in her wing with her paw.
Fox grab her by the wing!
The Ducky rushed with all her might. She left feathers in the Fox's teeth.
“Oh you!.. - The fox thinks. - It came out like...
The flock became alarmed, took to the wing and flew away.
But this Duck couldn’t help her: her wing was broken, her feathers were torn out. She hid in the reeds, away from the shore.
Lis left with nothing.
* * *
Winter. The Sly Fox thinks:
“The lake is frozen. Now my Duck will not get away from me: wherever she goes in the snow, she will follow her, and I will follow her trail.”
I came to the river - that’s right: webbed paws were left in the snow near the shore. And the Duck herself sits under the same bush, all fluffed up.
Here a spring comes out from under the ground, preventing the ice from freezing - a warm hole, and steam comes from it.
The Fox rushed at the Ducky, and the Ducky dived away from him! - and went under the ice.
“Oh you!.. - The fox thinks. - I drowned myself...”
Left with nothing.
* * *
Spring. The Sly Fox thinks: “The ice on the river is melting. I’ll go and eat some frozen duckling.”
I came, and the Ducky was swimming under the bush - alive and healthy!
She then dove under the ice and jumped out into the ice hole - under the other shore: there was also a key there.
I lived like that all winter.
“Oh you!.. - The fox thinks. - Stop, now I’ll throw myself into the water after you...”
- In vain, in vain, in vain! - the Duck quacked.
She fluttered from the water and flew away.
Over the winter, her wing healed and new feathers grew.

The Tale of Bianca V. Illustrations.

VITALY BIANCHI
THE WILY FOX AND THE SMART DUCK

Very. The sly Fox thinks: “The ducks are ready to fly away. Let me go to the river - I’ll get some ducklings!” He crept up from behind the bush and saw: indeed, a whole flock of ducks near the shore. One Duck is standing right under the bush, fingering the feathers in the wing with her paw. The Fox grabbed her by the wing! The Duck rushed with all her strength. She left the feathers in the Fox’s teeth. - It broke out like... The flock was alarmed, rose on the wing and flew away. But this Duck remained: her wing was broken, her feathers were torn out. She hid in the reeds, away from the shore. The Fox left with nothing.
Winter. The sly Fox thinks: “The lake is frozen. Now the Duck is mine, she won’t get away from me: wherever she goes through the snow, she’ll follow her, and I’ll find her on her trail.” He came to the river, that’s right: webbed paws were left in the snow near the bank. And the Duck herself sits under the same bush, all fluffed up. Here a spring comes out from under the ground, preventing the ice from freezing - a warm hole, and steam comes from it. The Fox rushed at the Ducky, and the Ducky dived away from him! - and went under the ice. “Oh, you!.. - The fox thinks. - She drowned herself...” He left with nothing.
Spring. The Sly Fox thinks: “The ice on the river is melting. I’ll go and eat some frozen duckling.” I came, and the Ducky was swimming under the bush - alive and healthy! She then dived under the ice and jumped out into the ice hole - under the other bank: there was also a spring there. I lived like that all winter. “Oh, you!..” The fox thinks. “Wait, now I’ll throw myself into the water after you...” - In vain, in vain, in vain! - the Duck quacked. She fluttered from the water and flew away. Over the winter, her wing healed and new feathers grew.

BIANCHI VITALY VALENTINOVICH (1894-1959) Books of the famous children's writer Vitaly Valentinovich Bianki remained in the memory of several generations of children, who in turn became parents, and then grandparents. Patriotism, love and careful attitude to the surrounding native nature, observation, readiness to always come to the aid of the weak, versatile knowledge - this is what everyone who turns to his works takes away, equally interesting not only for children, but also for adults.

An ornithologist by recognition, a researcher, pathfinder and traveler by way of life, a poet by attitude, active and hardworking by nature, with extraordinary literary abilities, a good storyteller and simply kind, sociable, with a lot of friends, followers, students, Bianchi became one of the founders of the whole directions in literature for children, devoting his creativity to scientific and artistic depiction of the life of the forest and its inhabitants.

Famous Russian writers L.N. had a great influence on his work. Tolstoy, I.S. Turgenev, S.T. Aksakov, D.N. Mamin - Siberian, American writer E. Seton-Thompson. His contemporaries and like-minded people were the masters of scientific and educational books for children M. Ilyin, K.G. Paustovsky, V. Zhitkov, and his students and followers are now recognized children's writers.

Information for parents: Sly Fox and smart duck - cautionary tale Vitaly Valentinovich Bianki about forest dwellers. The fox, who wanted to eat the duckling, was left with nothing. The smart duck deceived him and remained alive. This short story Suitable for bedtime reading. It is useful to read for children aged 2 to 5 years. Six year olds can read it on their own.

Read the fairy tale The Sly Fox and the Smart Duck

Autumn. The Sly Fox thinks:

“The ducks are ready to fly away. Let me go to the river and I’ll get some ducklings.”

He crept up from behind a bush and saw: indeed, a whole flock of ducks near the shore. One Duck is standing right under the bush, fingering the feathers in her wing with her paw.

Fox grab her by the wing!

The Ducky rushed with all her might. She left feathers in the Fox's teeth.

“Oh you!.. - The fox thinks. - It came out like...

The flock became alarmed, took to the wing and flew away.

But this Duck couldn’t help her: her wing was broken, her feathers were torn out. She hid in the reeds, away from the shore.

Lis left with nothing.

Winter. The Sly Fox thinks:

“The lake is frozen. Now my Duck will not get away from me: wherever she goes in the snow, she will follow her, and I will follow her trail.”

I came to the river - that’s right: webbed paws were left in the snow near the shore. And the Duck herself sits under the same bush, all fluffed up.

Here a spring comes out from under the ground, preventing the ice from freezing - a warm hole, and steam comes from it.

The Fox rushed at the Ducky, and the Ducky dived away from him! - and went under the ice.

“Oh you!.. - The fox thinks. - I drowned myself...”

Left with nothing.

Spring. The Sly Fox thinks: “The ice on the river is melting. I’ll go and eat some frozen duckling.”

I came, and the Ducky was swimming under the bush - alive and healthy!

She then dove under the ice and jumped out into the ice hole - under the other shore: there was also a key there.

I lived like that all winter.

“Oh you!.. - The fox thinks. - Stop, now I’ll throw myself into the water after you...”

In vain, in vain, in vain! - the Duck quacked.

She fluttered from the water and flew away.

Over the winter, her wing healed and new feathers grew.

Autumn. The Sly Fox thinks:
“The ducks are ready to fly away. Let me go to the river and I’ll get some ducklings.”
He crept up from behind a bush and saw: indeed, a whole flock of ducks near the shore. One Duck is standing right under the bush, fingering the feathers in her wing with her paw.
Fox grab her by the wing!
The Ducky rushed with all her might. She left feathers in the Fox's teeth.
“Oh you!.. - The fox thinks. - It came out like...
The flock became alarmed, took to the wing and flew away.
But this Duck couldn’t help her: her wing was broken, her feathers were torn out. She hid in the reeds, away from the shore.
Lis left with nothing.
* * *
Winter. The Sly Fox thinks:
“The lake is frozen. Now my Duck will not get away from me: wherever she goes in the snow, she will follow her, and I will follow her trail.”
I came to the river - that’s right: webbed paws were left in the snow near the shore. And the Duck herself sits under the same bush, all fluffed up.
Here a spring comes out from under the ground, preventing the ice from freezing - a warm hole, and steam comes from it.
The Fox rushed at the Ducky, and the Ducky dived away from him! - and went under the ice.
“Oh you!.. - The fox thinks. - I drowned myself...”
Left with nothing.
* * *
Spring. The Sly Fox thinks: “The ice on the river is melting. I’ll go and eat some frozen duckling.”
I came, and the Ducky was swimming under the bush - alive and healthy!
She then dove under the ice and jumped out into the ice hole - under the other shore: there was also a key there.
I lived like that all winter.
“Oh you!.. - The fox thinks. - Stop, now I’ll throw myself into the water after you...”
- In vain, in vain, in vain! - the Duck quacked.
She fluttered from the water and flew away.
Over the winter, her wing healed and new feathers grew. - END -

Dear friend, we want to believe that reading the fairy tale “The Sly Fox and the Smart Duck” by Vitaly Bianchi will be interesting and exciting for you. Folk legend cannot lose its vitality, due to the inviolability of such concepts as: friendship, compassion, courage, bravery, love and sacrifice. How clearly the superiorities are depicted goodies over the negative ones, how alive and bright we see the first and petty - the second. Every time you read this or that epic, you feel incredible love with which images are described environment. Often in children's works, the central focus is personal qualities hero, his resistance to evil, constantly trying to knock down the good fellow from the right path. Simple and accessible, about nothing and everything, instructive and edifying - everything is included in the basis and plot of this creation. Reading such creations in the evening, the pictures of what is happening become more vivid and rich, filled with a new range of colors and sounds. The fairy tale “The Cunning Fox and the Smart Duck” by Vitaly Bianchi needs to be read for free online thoughtfully, explaining to young readers or listeners details and words that are incomprehensible to them and new to them.

Autumn. The Sly Fox thinks:

“The ducks are ready to fly away. Let me go to the river and I’ll get some ducklings.”

He crept up from behind a bush and saw: indeed, a whole flock of ducks near the shore. One Duck is standing right under the bush, fingering the feathers in her wing with her paw.

Fox grab her by the wing!

The Ducky rushed with all her might. She left feathers in the Fox's teeth.

“Oh you!.. - The fox thinks. - It came out like...

The flock became alarmed, took to the wing and flew away.

But this Duck couldn’t help her: her wing was broken, her feathers were torn out. She hid in the reeds, away from the shore.

Lis left with nothing.

Winter. The Sly Fox thinks:

“The lake is frozen. Now my Duck will not get away from me: wherever she goes in the snow, she will follow her, and I will follow her trail.”

I came to the river - that’s right: webbed paws were left in the snow near the shore. And the Duck herself sits under the same bush, all fluffed up.

Here a spring comes out from under the ground, preventing the ice from freezing - a warm hole, and steam comes from it.

The Fox rushed at the Ducky, and the Ducky dived away from him! - and went under the ice.

“Oh you!.. - The fox thinks. - I drowned myself...”

Left with nothing.

Spring. The Sly Fox thinks: “The ice on the river is melting. I’ll go and eat some frozen duckling.”

I came, and the Ducky was swimming under the bush - alive and healthy!

She then dove under the ice and jumped out into the ice hole - under the other shore: there was also a key there.

I lived like that all winter.

“Oh you!.. - The fox thinks. - Stop, now I’ll throw myself into the water after you...”

In vain, in vain, in vain! - the Duck quacked.

She fluttered from the water and flew away.

Over the winter, her wing healed and new feathers grew.

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