Vietnamese folk tale: “The Magic Monkey.”

Indonesian fairy tale

One day a cat was walking along the road and fooling everyone who caught his eye. The cat met two monkeys.
At this time the monkeys saw a wasp's nest on a branch big tree. They asked the cat:
- Listen, cat, what is this thing hanging on the tree? The cat answered them:
- Ooh, that's my grandfather's gong.
- Does it sound loud? - asked the monkeys.
- Certainly! - said the cat. - If you hit it, the whole country will hear its sound.
-Can we try?
“Oh, no, you can’t, otherwise my grandfather will get angry,” answered the cat.
“But he’s not here,” the monkeys convinced the cat.
- That's right, grandfather is not here. But he instructed me to guard the gong so that no one would touch it.
- Well, let us hit him at least once. We really want to hear what it sounds like.
- No, no, you can’t, otherwise the whole country will be alarmed!
But the monkeys really wanted to hit the gong. And they again began to ask the cat:
- We will only hit once, give us permission!
“Well, since you insist so much,” the cat agreed, “okay, hit it.” But first I’ll leave here, otherwise grandpa will be angry with me. If he finds out that I was here and did not forbid you to touch the gong, I will get punished for this.
“Okay,” the monkeys were happy, “run away quickly, and we’ll hit this gong.”
“Hey, hey, hey!” the cat shouted, running away. “Wait until I leave.” When you can't see me at all, you can hit me.
- Run faster!
- Wait a little longer! “Don’t rush!” the cat shouted. “You can still see me...

- Hurry up! - the monkeys shouted after him.

When the cat was out of sight, the monkeys found a stick and hit it on a wasp's nest that was hanging on a tree branch.

The angry wasps actually buzzed like a big gong. A nest filled with wasps fell to the ground. The monkeys even opened their mouths in surprise. But then a whole swarm of wasps took to the air...

And what is it? The wasps began to furiously sting the monkeys in the heads, ears, backs, necks... Unconscious from the pain, the monkeys began to run, but the wasps did not lag behind.

Seeing the pond, the monkeys dived into it in a big way. They had to sit under water for a long time until the wasps flew away. As soon as the humming of the wasp swarm died down in the distance, the monkeys emerged from the water.

They see a cat sitting on the shore, the same one that fooled them. And the cat, waiting for the monkeys, leaned against the trunk of a small bush on which red pepper grew; The pepper pods are already ripe.

The monkeys approached the cat and asked him:

- Listen, cat, what are you doing here?

“Now I guard my grandfather’s garden so that no one picks the fruit.”

- What? Fruits? Can we try them?

- You can, but I’ll leave first. If my grandfather finds out that I allowed you to do this, he will be angry with me.

The monkeys waited until the cat was out of sight, then they picked many, many red pepper pods and stuffed them for themselves. mouths full and started chewing...

And suddenly... it was as if a fire had started in their mouth! Tears appeared in the monkeys' eyes, their lips were swollen from red pepper!..

And the cat was already far away...

A lullaby about a monkey:

Hey, friends and girlfriends, turn up your ears,
Close your book - the tale will be about a monkey.
There are large cages in the zoo, where the trees have spread their branches,
And monkeys jump on the branches and throw cones from above to the children.
Children throw oranges, apples, candies, tangerines,
And the monkeys eat them and look around.
In the evening, all the cages are closed - the monkeys are already going to sleep,
They brush their teeth, wash their paws and kiss mom and dad.
The monkey has a brother: a naughty little naughty boy,
I didn’t want to listen to my mother, I didn’t even eat an apple!
He doesn’t want to sleep on the bed, he mutters something to himself.
Mom says to the monkey: “Read a book to your brother,”
And the monkey sat down next to him, immediately began to turn the book,
He looks at the book this way and that - he can’t read it at all.
She shook her hands, turned her upside down,
I read the letter A and my head hurt.
Mom says to the monkey: “Look straight at the book.
And read all the lines in a row, just don’t tear the leaves!”
She got down to business, and then a fly flew in,
She sat on the monkey's nose and hummed like a vacuum cleaner,
And then she sat in my ear and rolled her eyes,
The monkey jumped up and hit the fly with a book
And the fly was no longer visible, only a ringing began in my ear.
A dissatisfied monkey picks up a book from the floor,
The brother laughs and does not sleep, but the fly flies towards her again.
-Yes, come and look, not one, but three!
So they circle around the monkey, she hits the flies with a book,
Because of these harmful flies, my nose is swollen and my eyes are swollen.
Not a single letter is visible, but the monkey is so offended!
She climbed under the chair - it’s good that her brother fell asleep.
The monkey calmed down and looked at his brother
And quickly went to sleep on the wide bed
In order to meet tomorrow, it’s time for you and me to say goodbye.
Don't look at the ceiling, turn on your right side,
Close your eyes quickly and bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye.

Lullaby about a monkey:

There is a gray cat outside the window
He's wandering around somewhere near the house.
It goes, then it comes,
Sings a lullaby.
It goes, then it comes,
He sings to us about monkeys.
*
Two monkeys are lying down.
Mom turned off the lamp
She asked them not to make noise,
But they are not sleeping yet.
She asked them not to make noise,
But they are not sleeping yet.
*
Looks at the month out the window.
The stars are playing in the sky,
And the monkey falls asleep
And my brother has been sleeping for a long time.
And the monkey falls asleep
And my brother has been sleeping for a long time.
*
I have to get up early tomorrow.
Say goodbye to Banilaska.
Children close their eyes.
Roma will also sleep.
Children close their eyes.
And Ilyusha will sleep.
Children close their eyes.
And Svetlana will sleep.
Children close their eyes.
Ksyusha will also sleep.
Children close their eyes.
....... will sleep.

I was twelve years old and in school. One day during recess my friend Yukhimenko came up to me and said:

Do you want me to give you a monkey?

I didn’t believe it - I thought he was going to pull some kind of trick on me, so that sparks would fly out of my eyes, and say: this is the “monkey.” I'm not like that.

Okay, I say, we know.

No, he says, really. Live monkey. She is good. Her name is Yashka. And dad is angry.

On whom?

Yes to me and Yashka. Take it away, he says, wherever you want. I think it's best for you.

After classes we went to see him. I still didn't believe it. Did I really think I would have a live monkey? And he kept asking what she was like. And Yukhimenko says:

You'll see, don't be afraid, she's small.

Indeed, it turned out to be small. If it stands on its paws, it will be no more than half an arshin. The muzzle is wrinkled, like an old woman, and the eyes are lively and shiny. Its fur is red and its paws are black. It’s like human hands in black gloves. She was wearing a blue vest.

Yukhimenko shouted:

Yashka, Yashka, go, whatever I'll give you!

And he put his hand in his pocket. The monkey screamed: “Ay! ah!” - and in two leaps she jumped into Yukhimenka’s arms. He immediately put it in his overcoat, in his bosom.

Let's go, he says.

I couldn't believe my eyes. We walk down the street, carrying such a miracle, and no one knows what we have in our bosom.

Dear Yukhimenko told me what to feed.

He eats everything, come on. Loves sweets. Candy is a disaster! If he gets his way, he will definitely overeat. He likes his tea to be liquid and sweet. You're giving her a hard time. Two pieces. Don’t give him a bite: he’ll eat the sugar and won’t drink the tea.

I listened to everything and thought: I won’t spare her even three pieces, she’s so cute, like a toy man. Then I remembered that she didn’t have a tail either.

“You,” I say, “cut off her tail at the very root?”

“She’s a macaque,” ​​says Yukhimenko, “they don’t grow tails.”

We arrived at our home. Mom and the girls were sitting at lunch. Yukhimenka and I walked in straight in our greatcoats.

I speak:

And who do we have!

Everyone turned around. Yukhimenko opened his overcoat. No one had time to make out anything yet, but Yashka was about to jump from Yukhimenka onto his mother’s head; pushed with his legs and onto the buffet. I ruined my mother’s entire hairstyle.

Everyone jumped up and shouted:

Oh, who, who is it?

And Yashka sat down on the sideboard and made faces, slurped, and bared his teeth.

Yukhimenko was afraid that they would scold him now, and quickly went to the door. They didn’t even look at him - everyone looked at the monkey. And suddenly the girls all began to sing in one voice:

How pretty!

And mom kept fixing her hair.

Where does it come from?

I looked back. Yukhimenka is no longer there. So, I remained the owner. And I wanted to show that I know how to handle a monkey. I put my hand in my pocket and shouted, as Yukhimenko did earlier:

Yashka, Yashka! Go, I'll give you what!

Everyone was waiting. But Yashka didn’t even look - he began to itch slightly and often with his black little paw.

Until the evening, Yashka did not go downstairs, but jumped from top to bottom: from the sideboard to the door, from the door to the closet, and from there to the stove.

In the evening my father said:

You can’t leave her like that overnight, she’ll turn the apartment upside down.

And I started catching Yashka. I go to the buffet - he goes to the stove. I brushed him out of there and he jumped on the clock. The clock swayed and began to swing. And Yashka is already swinging on the curtains. From there - at the painting - the painting looked sideways - I was afraid that Yashka would throw himself at the hanging lamp.

But then everyone had already gathered and began to chase Yashka. They threw balls, spools, matches at him and finally drove him into a corner.

Yashka pressed himself against the wall, bared his teeth and clicked his tongue - he began to scare. But they covered him with a woolen scarf and wrapped him up, entangling him.

Yashka floundered and screamed, but they soon twisted him around so that only his head was left sticking out. He turned his head, blinked his eyes, and seemed like he was about to cry out of resentment.

You can't swaddle a monkey every night! Father said:

Bind. For the vest and to the leg, to the table.

I brought the rope, felt the button on Yashka’s back, threaded the rope into the loop and tied it tightly. Yashka’s vest on the back was fastened with three buttons. Then I brought Yashka, wrapped up as he was, to the table, tied a rope to his leg, and only then unwound the scarf.

Wow, how he started jumping! But where can he break the rope? He screamed, got angry and sat down sadly on the floor.

I took sugar from the cupboard and gave it to Yashka. He grabbed a piece with his black paw and tucked it behind his cheek. This made his whole face twist.

I asked Yashka for a paw. He handed me his pen.

Then I noticed what pretty black nails she had on. Toy living pen! I began to stroke the paw and thought: just like a child. And tickled his palm. And the baby jerks his paw - once - and hits me on the cheek. I didn’t even have time to blink, and he slapped me in the face and jumped under the table. He sat down and grinned. Here comes the baby!

But then they sent me to bed.

I wanted to tie Yashka to my bed, but they didn’t let me. I kept listening to what Yashka was doing and thought that he definitely needed to make a crib so that he could sleep like people and cover himself with a blanket. I would put my head on a pillow. I thought and thought and fell asleep.

In the morning he jumped up and, without getting dressed, went to see Yashka. There is no Yashka on the rope. There is a rope, a vest is tied to the rope, but there is no monkey. I look, all three buttons on the back are undone. It was he who unbuttoned the vest, left it on the rope, and tore himself. I search around the room. I spank bare feet. Nowhere. I was scared. How did you escape? I haven’t spent a day, and here you are! I looked at the cabinets, into the stove - nowhere. He ran away into the street. And it’s frosty outside - you’ll freeze, poor thing! And I myself became cold. I ran to get dressed. Suddenly I see something moving in my bed. The blanket moves. I even shuddered. Here he is! It was he who felt cold on the floor, and he ran away and onto my bed. Huddled under the blanket. But I was asleep and didn’t know. Yashka, half asleep, did not act shy, he gave himself into my hands, and I put the blue vest on him again.

When they sat down to drink tea, Yashka jumped up on the table, looked around, immediately found a sugar bowl, put his paw in and jumped on the door. He jumped so easily that he seemed to be flying without jumping. The monkey's feet had fingers like hands, and Yashka could grab with his feet. He did just that. He sits like a child, with his hands folded in someone’s arms, while he himself pulls something off the table with his foot.

He'll steal the knife and jump around with the knife. This is to be taken away from him, but he will run away. Yashka was given tea in a glass. He hugged the glass like a bucket, drank and smacked. I didn't skimp on the sugar.

When I left for school, I tied Yashka to the door, to the handle. This time I tied a rope around his waist so that he couldn’t fall off. When I came home, I saw from the hallway what Yashka was doing. He hung on the door handle and rode on the doors like on a carousel. He pushes off from the door frame and goes all the way to the wall. He pushes his foot into the wall and goes back.

When I sat down to prepare my homework, I sat Yashka on the table. He really liked to warm himself near the lamp. He dozed like an old man in the sun, swayed and, squinting, watched as I poked the pen into the ink. Our teacher was strict, and I wrote the page cleanly. I didn't want to get wet so as not to spoil it. Left it to dry. I come and see: Yakov is sitting on a notebook, dipping his finger into the inkwell, grumbling and drawing ink Babylons according to my writing. Oh, you rubbish! I almost cried with grief. He rushed at Yashka. Where! He stained all the curtains with ink. That’s why Yukhimenkin’s dad was angry with him and Yashka...

But once my dad got angry with Yashka. Yashka was picking off the flowers that stood on our windows. He rips off a leaf and teases. Father caught and beat Yashka. And then he tied him as punishment on the stairs that led to the attic. A narrow staircase. And the wide one went down from the apartment.

Here is the father going to work in the morning. He cleaned himself up, put on his hat, and went down the stairs. Clap! The plaster falls. Father stopped and shook off his hat. I looked up - no one. As soon as I started walking, bang, another piece of lime hit my head. What's happened?

And from the side I could see how Yashka was operating. He broke the mortar from the wall, laid it out along the edges of the steps, and lay down, hiding on the stairs, just above his father’s head. As soon as his father went, Yashka quietly pushed the plaster off the step with his foot and tried it on so deftly that it was right on his father’s hat - he was taking revenge on him for the fact that his father had bullied him the day before.

But when did it start real winter, the wind howled in the chimneys, the windows were covered with snow, Yashka became sad. I kept warming him and holding him close to me. Yashka’s face became sad and saggy, he squealed and huddled closer to me. I tried to put it in my bosom, under my jacket. Yashka immediately settled down there: he grabbed the shirt with all four paws and hung like he was glued to it. He slept there without opening his paws. Another time you will forget that you have a living belly under your jacket and lean on the table. Yashka is now scratching my side with his paw: he’s letting me know to be careful.

One Sunday the girls came to visit. We sat down to have breakfast. Yashka sat quietly in my bosom, and he was not noticeable at all. At the end, sweets were distributed. As soon as I began to unwrap the first one, suddenly a furry hand stretched out from my bosom, right from my stomach, grabbed the candy and went back. The girls squealed in fear. And Yashka heard that they were rustling paper, and guessed that they were eating sweets. And I tell the girls: “This is my third hand; with this hand I put candy right in the stomach so as not to fuss for a long time.” But everyone already guessed that it was a monkey, and from under the jacket they could hear the crunching of the candy: it was Yashka gnawing and chomping, as if I were chewing with my stomach.

Yashka was angry with his father for a long time. Yashka reconciled with him because of the sweets. My father had just quit smoking and instead of cigarettes he carried small sweets in his cigarette case. And every time after dinner my father opened the tight lid of his cigarette case thumb, fingernail, and took out candy. Yashka is right there: sitting on his knees and waiting - fidgeting, stretching. So the father once gave the entire cigarette case to Yashka; Yashka took it in his hand, and with the other hand, just like my father, he began to pick at the lid with his thumb. His finger is small, and the lid is tight and dense, and nothing comes of Yashenka. He howled with frustration. And the candies rattle. Then Yashka grabbed his father by the thumb and with his fingernail, like a chisel, he began to pick out the lid. This made my father laugh, he opened the lid and brought the cigarette case to Yashka. Yashka immediately put his paw in, grabbed a full handful, quickly put it in his mouth and ran away. Not every day is such happiness!

We had a doctor friend. He loved to chat - it was a disaster. Especially at lunch. Everyone has already finished, everything on his plate is cold, then he’ll just pick at it and hastily swallow two pieces:

Thank you, I'm full.

Once he was having lunch with us, he poked his fork into the potatoes and waved this fork, he said. I'm going crazy - I can't stop it. And Yasha, I see, climbs up the back of the chair, quietly crept up and sat down at the doctor’s shoulder. Doctor says:

And you see, here it’s just... - And he stopped the fork with potatoes near his ear - for just one moment. Yashenka quietly grabbed the potatoes with his little paw and took them off the fork - carefully, like a thief.

And imagine... - And poke an empty fork into your mouth. He thought embarrassed, shook off the potatoes as he waved his arms, and looked around. But Yashka is no longer sitting in the corner and can’t chew the potatoes, he’s stuffed his whole throat.

The doctor himself laughed, but still was offended by Yashka.

Yashka was given a bed in a basket: with a sheet, blanket, and pillow. But Yashka did not want to sleep like a human being: he wrapped everything around himself in a ball and sat like a stuffed animal all night. They sewed him a little green dress with a cape, and he looked like a short-haired girl from an orphanage.

Now I hear a ringing in the next room. What's happened? I make my way quietly and see: Yashka is standing on the windowsill in a green dress, in one hand he has a lamp glass, and in the other there is a hedgehog, and he is furiously cleaning the glass with the hedgehog. He got into such a rage that he didn’t hear me enter. He saw how the glass was cleaned, and let’s try it ourselves.

Otherwise, if you leave him in the evening with a lamp, he will turn the fire on full flame; the lamp smokes, soot flies around the room, and he sits and growls at the lamp.

Trouble has happened to Yashka, at least put him in a cage! I scolded him and beat him, but for a long time I could not be angry with him. When Yashka wanted to be liked, he became very affectionate, climbed onto his shoulder and began searching his head. This means he already loves you very much.

He needs to beg for something - candy or an apple - now he climbs onto his shoulder and carefully starts running his paws through his hair: searching and scratching with his nails. He doesn’t find anything, but pretends to have caught the beast: he bites something off his fingers.

One day a lady came to visit us. She thought she was beautiful. Discharged. Everything is so silky and rustling. There is not a hairstyle on the head, but a whole arbor of hair twisted - in curls, in ringlets. And on the neck, on a long chain, is a mirror in a silver frame.

Yashka carefully jumped up to her on the floor.

Oh, what a cute monkey! - says the lady. And let's play with the mirror with Yashka.

Yashka caught the mirror, turned it over, jumped onto the lady’s lap and began to try the mirror on his teeth.

The lady took the mirror away and held it in her hand. And Yashka wants to get a mirror. The lady casually stroked Yashka with her glove and slowly pushed him off her lap. So Yashka decided to please, to flatter the lady. Jump on her shoulder. He grabbed the lace tightly with his hind paws and took hold of his hair. I dug out all the curls and began to search.

The lady blushed.

Let's go, let's go! - speaks.

Not so! Yashka tries even harder: he scrapes with his nails and clicks his teeth.

This lady always sat opposite the mirror to admire herself, and she sees in the mirror that Yashka has disheveled her - she almost cries. I went to the rescue. Where there! Yashka grabbed his hair as hard as he could and looked at me wildly. The lady pulled him by the collar, and Yashka twisted her hair. I looked at myself in the mirror - a stuffed animal. I swung, scared Yashka, and our guest grabbed her head and - through the door.

A disgrace, he says, a disgrace! - And I didn’t say goodbye to anyone.

“Well,” I think, “I’ll keep it until spring and give it to someone if Yukhimenko doesn’t take it. I got so much for this monkey!”

And now spring has come. It's warmer. Yashka came to life and did even more mischief. He really wanted to go out into the yard and be free. And our yard was huge, about the size of a tithe. In the middle of the yard there was a mountain of government coal, and around there were warehouses with goods. And the guards kept a whole pack of dogs in the yard to protect against thieves. The dogs are big and angry. And all the dogs were commanded by the red dog Kashtan. Whoever Kashtan growls at, all the dogs rush at him. Whoever Kashtan lets through, the dogs will not touch. And Kashtan was beating someone else's dog with his chest running. He’ll hit her, knock her off her feet, and stand over her, growling, but she’s afraid to move.

I looked out the window and saw that there were no dogs in the yard. Let me think, I’ll go and take Yashenka for a walk for the first time. I put a green dress on him so that he wouldn’t catch a cold, put Yashka on my shoulder and went. As soon as I opened the doors, Yashka jumped to the ground and ran across the yard. And suddenly, out of nowhere, the whole pack of dogs, and Kashtan in front, straight towards Yashka. And he, like a little green doll, stands small. I’ve already decided that Yashka is missing - they’ll tear him apart now. Kashtan leaned towards Yashka, but Yashka turned to him, crouched down, and took aim. Kashtan stood a step away from the monkey, bared his teeth and grumbled, but did not dare to rush at such a miracle. The dogs all bristled and waited for Chestnut.

I wanted to rush to the rescue. But suddenly Yashka jumped and at one moment sat on Kashtan’s neck. And then the wool flew off Chestnut in shreds. Yashka hit him in the face and eyes, so that his paws were not visible. Kashtan howled, and in such a terrible voice that all the dogs scattered. Kashtan started to run headlong, and Yashka sat, grabbed the wool with his feet, held on tightly, and with his hands tore Kashtan by the ears, pinched the wool into shreds. The chestnut has gone crazy: it rushes around the coal mountain with a wild howl. Yashka ran around the yard on horseback three times and jumped onto the coal as he went. I slowly climbed to the very top. There was a wooden booth; he climbed onto the booth, sat down and began scratching his side as if nothing had happened. Here, they say, I don’t care!

And Kashtan is at the gate from a terrible beast.

Since then, I boldly began to let Yashka out into the yard: only Yashka from the porch, all the dogs go into the gate. Yashka was not afraid of anyone.

Carts will arrive in the yard, the whole yard will be clogged, there will be nowhere to go. And Yashka flies from cart to cart. He jumps onto the horse's back - the horse tramples, shakes its mane, snorts, and Yashka slowly jumps over to the other. The cab drivers just laugh and are surprised:

Look how Satan is jumping. Look! Wow!

And Yashka goes for bags. Looking for cracks. He sticks his paw in and feels what’s there. He finds where the sunflowers are, sits and immediately clicks on the cart. It happened that Yashka would find the nuts. He hits you on the cheeks and tries to grab them with all four hands.

But then Jacob found an enemy. Yes what! There was a cat in the yard. No one's. He lived at the office, and everyone fed him scraps. He grew fat and became as big as a dog. He was angry and scratchy.

And then one evening Yashka was walking around the yard. I couldn’t call him home. I see the cat came out into the yard and jumped onto the bench that stood under the tree. When Yashka saw the cat, he went straight to him. He crouches down and walks slowly on all fours. Straight to the bench and never takes his eyes off the cat. The cat picked up its paws, hunched its back, and got ready. And Yashka is crawling closer and closer. The cat widened his eyes and backed away. Yashka on the bench. The cat is still backing to the other edge, towards the tree. My heart sank. And Yakov crawls along the bench towards the cat. The cat had already shrunk into a ball and was all drawn up. And suddenly - he jumped, not on Yashka, but on a tree. He grabbed onto the trunk and looked down at the monkey. And Yashka still makes the same move towards the tree. The cat was scratched higher - he was used to saving himself in trees. And Yashka is up the tree, and still slowly, aiming at the cat with his black eyes. The cat climbed higher, higher, onto the branch and sat down on the very edge. He looks to see what Yashka will do. And Yakov crawls along the same branch, and so confidently, as if he had never done anything else, but only caught cats. The cat is already on the very edge, barely holding on to a thin branch, swaying. And Yakov crawls and crawls, tenaciously moving all four arms. Suddenly the cat jumped from the very top onto the pavement, shook himself and ran away at full speed without looking back. And Yashka from the tree followed him: “Yau, yau,” in some terrible, animal voice - I’ve never heard that from him.

Now Jacob has become a complete king in the courtyard. At home he didn’t want to eat anything, he just drank tea with sugar. And once I was so full of raisins in the yard that I could barely put them down. Yashka moaned, had tears in his eyes, and looked at everyone capriciously. At first everyone felt very sorry for Yashka, but when he saw that they were messing with him, he began to break down and throw his arms around, throw back his head and howl at different voices. They decided to wrap him up and give him castor oil. Let him know!

And he liked the castor oil so much that he started yelling for more. He was swaddled and not allowed into the yard for three days.

Yashka soon recovered and began rushing into the yard. I wasn’t afraid for him: no one could catch him, and Yashka jumped around the yard all day long. It became calmer at home, and I had less trouble with Yashka. And when autumn came, everyone in the house unanimously said:

Wherever you want, put your monkey away or put it in a cage, and so that this Satan doesn’t run around the whole apartment.

They said how pretty she was, but now I think she’s become Satan. And as soon as the training began, I began to look in the class for someone who could fuse Yashka. He finally found a comrade, called him aside and said:

Do you want me to give you a monkey? I'm alive.

I don’t know to whom he later sold off Yashka. But for the first time, after Yashka was no longer in the house, I saw that everyone was a little bored, although they didn’t want to admit it.

Two monkeys

In one city there lived two monkeys and they were very absent-minded. Both were great hunters of fruits, because they are very tasty and healthy: if you eat fruits, you will become beautiful and dexterous.
One day the monkeys went to wander through the forest and saw a large apple tree with ripe fruits. They wanted to take home more apples. But what should I put them in?
The monkeys looked around and saw under the bush some round object, like a ball, covered with needles. The monkeys were very happy and began to roll the ball on the ground, which was strewn with ripe apples. When all the fruits were on the needles, the joyful monkeys climbed the tree and, having picked the most the best apples, threw them down. And a round object with apples on needles suddenly ran! Moreover, he began to mock the stupid monkeys. The monkeys realized their mistake, because the strange object turned out to be a porcupine. He was sitting near a bush with thorns, and the scattered monkeys mistook him for a large thorny fruit.
The porcupine quickly ran away with the apples on its back. They only saw him. He fed his children with ripe fruits, and then he also treated the stupid monkeys.

Indian folk tale in retelling

This is my New Year’s fairy tale about a monkey, a symbol of the coming year. I invite you to write New Year's fairy tales for the project.

Santa Claus and monkey

Three days before the New Year, just when it was time to wrap and put gifts in a bag, an unforeseen incident happened. The Snow Maiden is sick. For the first time in my life I got sick.

And this is how it happened. The day before, they decorated the Christmas tree near the mansion of Father Frost. Bunnies, squirrels, and forest birds hung up decorations, which the Snow Maiden took out of the house in boxes.

- Put on a fur coat, you'll catch a cold! - Santa Claus grumbled at his granddaughter.

“Grandfather, I’ll quickly go back and forth,” she answered.

Well, that’s what happened - I got sick. Cough, weakness, fever. They immediately sent for Doctor Filin. He examined the Snow Maiden and said that everything would be fine, she would just have to lie in bed for three days and drink a decoction of herbs.

- How can I lie down?! - the Snow Maiden tried to object. - New Year's gifts should be collected in a bag!

“It’s okay, they can cope without you, health is more important,” said Owl sternly.

Santa Claus shook his head with concern - indeed, it won’t be easy for him to pack and collect gifts for the children on Christmas Day without the Snow Maiden. New Year. How to be? Grandfather thought, and then slapped himself on the forehead:

- Am I not a wizard? Can’t I really call on magic to help me just once?! I’ll conjure up a new assistant for myself now.

Grandfather took his magic bag, tied it with a rope and placed it in front of him. Then he knocked his staff three times on the ground and said:

- The blizzard is spinning,

Magic appears

Grandfather's assistant

Show up in the bag!

And, of course, a miracle immediately happened - someone appeared in the bag and began to move. Grandfather Frost untied the rope and almost fell in surprise - a monkey’s face stuck out of the bag, and a second later a small monkey stood in front of him. Yes, how pretty, and how pretty! In a blue sundress and kokoshnik, just like the Snow Maiden.

- Hello Dedushka Moroz! - said the monkey. - Why are you silent?

“Duck, I’m surprised,” he answered. - Well, I never expected to see a monkey in a bag. You live in Africa, in South America... Where else is there? And here we are in Russia, it’s cold.

- Well, you called your assistant, and I came! — the monkey smiled.

“So I expected to see some girl, or maybe a squirrel,” explained Santa Claus. - Why you?

- So I’m a symbol of the coming New Year!

— Symbol of the New Year? - Santa Claus was surprised. — I always believed that the symbol of the New Year is a Christmas tree, gifts, and, well, oranges and chocolate. But I didn’t know anything about monkeys before.

- No, Grandfather Frost, I am a symbol only of this coming year. By Chinese calendar Each year has its own animal, and there are 12 of us in total. But despite the fact that the calendar is Chinese, people all over the world really liked this idea, and now they give each other figurines of the animal whose year is coming.

- That's why I see that so many children this year asked me to give them a toy monkey! It turns out that they know more than me, I have fallen behind life in my mansion! What is your name?

“My name is Chica,” answered the monkey, deftly jumping out of the bag. -Well, Grandfather, tell me how to help you!

“I would like to wrap the gifts and put them in a bag, usually the Snow Maiden did this, but she is sick,” explained Santa Claus. “I just don’t know if you can handle it, you’re so small, it’ll be hard for you.”

- Don't worry, grandpa! Go have some tea! - Chica laughed.

- Are you sure? - Santa Claus clarified.

- And how! Go, go.

Santa Claus went to put the kettle on, there was no time for the samovar, and out of the corner of his eye he watched from the next room what the monkey was doing.

Chica jumped to the middle of the room, clapped her hands three times and exclaimed:

- Mothers, nannies, monkeys, monkeys, miracles in a sieve, felt boots on a beard! Oranges, bananas, colored drums! Come and collect the magic!

What was going on in the room! The gifts began to wrap themselves in gift paper, the scissors themselves cut the ribbon, and it tied itself around the gift, and even with a beautiful bow. And then ready-made gifts carefully jumped into the magical bottomless bag of Santa Claus.

Before the old wizard had time to set the table for tea, the monkey came to him and said that everything had already been done.

- Already? - Santa Claus was surprised. — It usually takes the Snow Maiden a couple of days.

“So I know magic words,” said Chika, “and I’ll teach them to the Snow Maiden so that next year I didn't waste time.

“Well, thank you, mother,” Santa Claus bowed to Chika from the waist. “I couldn’t have done it without you!” Now let's drink tea.

Santa Claus called the Snow Maiden, and the three of them sat down at the table to drink tea with pancakes and lingonberry jam, and chat about overseas countries and various New Year traditions and customs. About three hours later, Chika said goodbye to her hospitable hosts and, clapping her hands three times, disappeared. Apparently, she went about her other New Year's affairs. The symbol of the coming year had quite a few of them.