Zinovkina Anastasia
Stupid Fly
A frog was sitting in a clearing,
And Mushka was circling around her.
- Oh, something pricked my tongue! -
Lola the Frog wailed,
Look, dear Mushka,
I will not remain in debt, girlfriend.
A fly flew into Lola's mouth -
Well, she quickly ate it.

Alikin Mikhail
If you don't know the ford, don't go into the water

Sivkov Maxim

Who sleeps in spring cries in winter

Karpenko Victoria

A mind is good, but two is better

Priymachenko Valentina

Greed is the beginning of all grief

Gushchin Artyom

Hare and Raccoon

Lyamov Maxim

Wolf and Hare

Buchkin Dmitry

Greedy Hare

We are accustomed to studying fables using the example of the works of Ivan Andreevich Krylov, since he was a world-famous creator of rhyming stories. Many novice poets think that writing an interesting poem with a moral is not difficult, but after starting this activity they understand that this requires certain skills. In this story we will try to answer the question of those who are forced to turn to friends with the request: “Help me write a fable.” Don't know where to start? Then read our guide.

How to write a fable yourself? Basic Rules for Creating Rhyming Stories

The works of Ivan Krylov delight us because they are not only instructive, but also very funny. So we have slowly come to the first rule of writing a fable: it should be satirically colored - this way the meaning indicated in it will be better understood.

Before doing so, re-read the rhyming stories of other authors, and you will notice there the second rule of creating such a work: a well-played plot. This means that a poem may involve one or more characters who must act out a certain situation. This situation must necessarily have an emotional connotation, either satirical or dramatic, but in no case should it be faceless or superficial.

For everyone who has long been looking for an answer to the question of how to write a fable yourself, there is one more good rule: you need to identify for yourself the indispensable purpose of creating this type of work. This is done in order to correctly prioritize and formulate the main meaning of the poem.

How to write a fable with a moral?

All are very different from each other both in style and in the way they are created. Before you write a fable yourself, determine its main moral, because it is this that is the hallmark of works of this type. When the main meaning of the poem is formulated, you can move on to writing a fable based on the principle of playing on this meaning. This is not so difficult to do: Krylov wrote his works about animals, and you can write about people or even about some object in the form of a children's fairy tale. But the main thing is that in every action of the hero there is a connection with the morality you have designated, and this is actually not so difficult to do.

Writing a fable based on the example of famous works

For anyone who loves literature, there is a great way to write a good work from the genre that we are considering in this article. The point is to read several fables by famous authors (Krylov, Tolstoy, Mikhalkov), analyze them and identify the strengths of each work. This is being done in order to try to repeat the experience of the powers that be, only to do it with a completely different plot.

As for morality, you can take some well-known proverb or saying as its basis, since each of them reveals a certain meaning. If interpreted correctly, it will be an excellent platform for writing an interesting fable.

Agree, there are schoolchildren who can write a fable no worse than Krylov, but, unfortunately, there are only a few of them. But despite this, teachers give the children the task of composing a fable in prose.

What is a fable? It is customary to consider a fable to be a kind of instructive story, at the end of which a conclusion or moral lesson is given. Often the source of inspiration for writing a fable is a folk proverb or saying. Moreover, fables are found both in poetry and prose.

Anyone can write a fable, the main thing is to put a little effort and imagination into it. First, let's choose a suitable proverb or saying. How to write a fable? There are several options:

• We write out the saying in the form of a story, invent characters, that is, heroes of our fable, and at the end we draw a moral. The moral will be the proverb that we took as a basis; it can be retold in your own words, supplemented or left as is.
• First we come up with a moral, and then in addition to the moral we come up with the fable itself. When coming up with a fable, you need to ask what exactly this fable is about.

Sometimes a fable is called folk wisdom, the heroes of which can be animals with certain typical human character traits.

Fables written by children can also be in the form of poetry or prose with a satirical assessment. In addition, there must be a moralizing character here. Remember the fabulist Krylov, very often animals acted as heroes in his fables. Thus, it is easier to convey the meaning of the fable, because most often we associate a fox with cunning, an ant with hard work, and so on. The best option would be to use these heroes.

Let's summarize. A fable can be in verse, that is, in rhyme and prose, like a regular text. The best heroes of fables are animals. The moral and essence of the fable are best expressed as a folk saying or proverb. Thus, by following all these instructions, you can calmly say “we compose our own fables.” And remember, anyone can compose if they apply their imagination to it and devote enough time.

When a person is looking for a little-known literary work with the goal of secretly appropriating it for himself or is interested in the creative process at the level of a recipe for making a salad or pancakes, it looks quite pathetic. But what should a child or his parents do if the teacher at school gave them such a task, but did not even bother to explain how to cope with it. It is they, the poor, who most often search on the Internet for an easy solution for themselves in the form of work already completed by someone or a modern fable previously unknown to them, in the hope that the teacher has not heard of it either and, in the simplicity of his soul, will believe that in front of him a child prodigy who is able to compose something himself, although who, if not teachers, knows that a child is able to quote, compile, borrow, develop a theme, create variations, but not create. For those who disagree with this statement, I advise you, before arguing and declaring the talents of children, to remember the names of all the real little geniuses who really made a major contribution to literature, music or painting. Yes, there were, are and will be children like Mozart, but there are only a few of them every hundred years, and at the request of teachers or parents, a child cannot suddenly become one of them.

A good teacher, understanding all this, must first teach and then ask. Therefore, sympathizing with children whose teachers do not deign to explain, in this article I will tell you how to compose a fable yourself that will comply with all the laws of the genre, but will not require writing talent, which is not given to everyone. Of course, it is unlikely to be considered a masterpiece for centuries, but it will definitely be given a good rating.

So what is a fable? This is an instructive story, from which the author usually draws a clear moral conclusion at the end. An inexhaustible source of morals and plots for homemade fables are folk proverbs and sayings. You need to choose the appropriate one, and then either write it in the form of a story, and at the end write the same proverb in other words, or make the proverb itself a moral and come up with a short illustration story about people or animals for it.

For example, let’s take the well-known: “Measure twice, cut once!”

Method one: we make a story out of a proverb. To do this, we tell it in person with a little detail. Let's ask ourselves what can be ruined by cutting it off. Fabric, of course! So, we'll talk about a tailor. Now let's just describe the situation:

“Once upon a time there was a tailor, and he had an apprentice. One day the tailor left for another city, and a customer came to the workshop and ordered him to urgently make a suit. The apprentice readily took up the task. Since he was inexperienced, but very hasty, he immediately cut off a piece of fabric by eye, but the pattern did not fit on it. Then he cut more and also didn’t calculate it. In the end, he ruined all the fabric and never made the suit. Moral: before taking on a task, you need to think it over, and those who are in too much of a hurry make many mistakes.”

Method two: We immediately make a moral out of the same proverb and think about what other situation it can be applied to. It is obvious that someone rushed and ruined everything without taking into account all the facts, but if he had thought through everything and checked it in advance, then the disaster would not have happened. For example, like this:

“The hare was going to the village to buy carrots. He sits in the bushes and thinks: “When it dawns, I’ll climb into the garden, pull out a carrot and run through the hole in the fence, and the dogs will chase me, I’ll run along the short road past the barn, across the old bridge and straight into the forest. So they will never catch up with me.” He thought about it, but didn’t check the path. When the dogs chased after him, it turned out that there was no old bridge - there was heavy rain, the river rose and washed it away. Out of fear, the bunny jumped from the dog's teeth into the river and drowned there. The proverb says it right: measure seven times, cut once!”

This way you can turn any folk wisdom into a fable. This is already quite feasible work for both the child and the parent who, with the best intentions, does his homework for him. And any teacher will be quite satisfied with the result. Believe me, teachers do not expect fables from you on the level of Aesop or Krylov. An independently completed task and an honestly earned mark are much better than the shame and fear of a novice plagiarist who is afraid that his deception will be discovered.

A fable is a poetic or prose literary work that is instructive and satirical in nature.

Moreover, the characters in fables are most often not people, but animals. And these animals are characterized by completely human qualities: the fox is cunning, the owl is wisdom, the crayfish is stubbornness, and the monkey is stupidity. Fables appeared in the Ancient world - in the 6-5 centuries BC. Let us at least recall the fables of the famous ancient Greek philosopher Aesop. And from the very beginning of their existence, fables have taught people. What do fables teach?

We can talk for a very long time about the fact that fables are ridiculed. First of all, fables make fun of human vices: lies, immorality, laziness, stupidity, boasting, ignorance. In the heroes of fables, each person finds an animal similar to himself. The situations described by the authors in fables are always very real, and therefore any person is able to transfer them to his own life, which means he can find one of his vices and correct it.

In addition, due to the satirical, ironic notes of the fable, the reader not only learns to understand his vices and correct them, but also to laugh at himself.

Such a sense of humor is, of course, extremely beneficial for a person’s psychological health. One Jewish proverb says: “Blessed are those who know how to laugh at themselves, for the source of their delight will not dry up until the end of their days.”

So read fables, write fables, laugh at yourself and become wiser, more humane, more visionary!

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1. dandelion wine

ONE DAY..

(LG - based on Olga’s publications (Antirozochka), her own picture and voiceover)

One day, Squirrel and Elephant,
Sitting on a long windowsill...
We decided to write a fable...
Squirrel shouted - Your shit,
We should have decided a long time ago!
The elephant echoed (likes to rooster) -
There is intrigue, where should we start?
We'll compose a fable... together!
There will be morality in it, that's for sure!
We sat down at the computer... day and night
They wrote a fable.. Each to their own
He added a touch to it.. Oh-oh.......

Squirrel was scribbling about nuts,
About what you need without haste
Collect and dry later
And - put into storage -
On a regular table.. Let them lie down,
Then just pull it out, at a glance
Decide what to get, what to sort out...
Then... yes... treat,
Nuts (well, she knows better))
Friends who came to visit her...

Elephant... covered his questions -
For example, can... coconuts
Lie in ordinary bins
So long? With keyboard in hands,
(To write it down at once..)
He conducted an experiment -
Having collected what you can.. (near the house)
I treated my acquaintances to immature...

And Cactus (friend of the Elephant and Squirrel,
Comrade, let's say, not small)),
I had to try... in the morning,
What's delicious, but what's crap...

Squirrel nuts are wonderful!
Fresh, at least aged! Clear,
What about storage?
Neither the meaning nor the essence was damaged..

Coconuts.. here's the bad luck..
The cactus ate them, moaning, crying,
Twisted ears, brain.. stomach..
Not everyone, apparently, will survive,
Well, he will be able to swallow it,
What should.. ferment,
To catch up first, to stand...
Unfortunately, I have to spit...

Moral, you ask, what?
She looks quite simple
And it won't surprise anyone.
Shhh.. The cactus knows.. but is silent..))

2. Wasia

FABLE

Lawlessness was noticed in the earthly kingdom by every creature.
An endless revolution takes place, where everyone, respecting only their stomach, devours their friends with longed-for delight.
All the animals gathered for a general gathering. From small to large, everyone boldly and openly brings their truth to the prophetic court.
A microbe silently crept into the conversation; the trees rustled in their crowns; the grass rustled modestly; The worm looked out of the hole for a moment - it’s good and sweet in your womb, why are you offending me? because I love you! and I'm happy with the rest...
The fish tried to insert their words seriously. Insects began to grind on them, on the birds.
Shh,” the snakes reassured, “don’t be offended; we ate little at all.
But the birds and animals who kept order but did not eat grass spoke more justly and louder than anyone else. The lice lovingly kissed their skulls
- Ah! our righteous! how sweet your great brain is.

What's the point?
Whatever passions flare up on the courts
It is more important for the beast to understand...
All the speech of the great proud
Only echoes of those times
When she was laid in their mouths.

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STOMACH

Once upon a time in the ancient kingdom,
Still walking in the days of the flood,
The animals gathered for advice
To judge the meaning of life, where death comes from,
Since before that no mention of her had been heard of for centuries.

The question is serious. The discussions continued for years.
Meanwhile, the skins were decorated this way and that
Yes, they gained experience in declaring the correctness of ideas.

Apophyosis of animal disputes
It was, as usual, surprisingly simple.
Stomachs growled.
The buffalo confessed the praise of life in the womb.
The lion answered his speech powerfully.

But, beastly, he was right
Opening his huge gape voluptuously
In a smile of happiness, having eaten delicious food.

The moral of the fable is simple -
If you want to become the greatest of animals,
Decorate the skin brighter,
Tell me louder
And sell your life
For the good of the belly.

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HUNT

Mom taught the cheetah
That there is nothing in the world better than a doe.

Became independent. Grown up.
Swaying like a mangy dog ​​after a thrashing,
He trudged to a bush in the shade and fell.
The long tongue swept from the mouth to the tail. Tired.

Shh... I'll bite... The serpent whispered. You almost trampled me.
And the prodigal cat prevented him from swallowing the mouse.
You can't show love by becoming a hindrance to a doe.
You don't catch mice in the closet.
But since you love a quick deer,
Learn to run with her,
So that she doesn't run away.

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MONKEYS

The basis is there, only without Ian.
Space age.
No one has climbed trees for a long time,
No one has been walking straight for a long time.
Everything is technical, automatic, everything is in flight.

The gloomy monkeys worn out by the starry expanse
I suddenly noticed -
But no one has ever landed their plane.
Yes - released automatically into flight,
Flew. I received commands from the ground.
And I saw the stars, and the fields, and the mountains
But somehow it floated by,
On an inherited autopilot.
And it’s as if the landing port is visible under the landing wing,
Yes, the autopilot is pulling you up the hill.

Monkeys decided from the sky-high heights
At least somehow bring your spaceship to the sinful earth.
There was one twist. Strained.
And he turned off the autopilot machine.
Oh, what started here! Nightmare!
All four hands cling to the steering wheel.
There is a chance to sit down safely,
But I didn’t even see the landing instructions, no one gave me any respect.
And the airfield takes in your gaze,
And there are tons of buttons! Where is the gas, where is the brake, where do you release the fender liners?
And there is no fifth hand, turn on the autopilot.
Ah... everyone failed, -
Solves monkeys -
I have fuel, I’ll give you at least a hundred laps,
But the runway is home,
And will greet you joyfully at the landing line.
Funny.

And my fellow tribesmen laugh from the ground -
You need to eat more bananas and pears.
Look around you
How beautiful everything is
In love between monkeys
Great power.

There was no laughter on earth,
That they are all in flight
And their funny fate
In the hands of autopilots

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SHADOW ON THE WEEK

In his own eyes, the macaque had a reputation throughout the area as a scientific healer.
But she still didn’t have enough fame in her inner circle
And then she heard about the Internet - there is power! -
He helps scientific glory to eclipse the entire world in the blink of an eye!

It's a small matter.
She opened her own PC, and put the wires into the web,
I sat down in the clearing in front of the monitor and got down to business.

The sun was shining.
The picture went well, and so did the glare! -
The Internet has opened! great and many-sided!

Now she no longer needs to eat the praises of the local animals in the clearing -
The whole world is at your fingertips! Blogger!
Then she remembers, as if on lek, a selfless capercaillie
He walks generously in front of the line of stupid diggers;
Then suddenly he boasts of a chicken feather,
Like, obtained without any kissing,
Moreover, anyone can write! from the four hands of a macaque...

The importance made my cheeks wider than the muzzle of the monitor.
And then some horns appeared on the Macakovsky world.
A deer came, blocking out all the glare of the sun.
Blunt! he could not understand scientific genius -
What do spiders and the Internet have to do with it?
When the macaque enjoys only its own shadow.

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MONKEYS

The Monkey and the Moose became friends.
And Elk at that time was building a house, about seven by eight.

A tired Elk sits, hanging his antlers.
- What, big friend, are you sad and not so cheerful?
- Well... the concrete was in the way all day long.; trembling hooves.
- How did you do it, Moose? Maybe something will help.
- Yes, as usual with the Elks - a bigger ladle, and you knead...
- And I saw Beavers here. Dams are being built.
And with choppers, just once or twice, the concrete is prepared.
Beavers are cunning and cheerful. You, Elk, adopt their experience -
You'll be pleased.
After all, learning is the same basis for everyone -
To see and imitate something useful for yourself.
Here I am, smart and cheerful, I can do it.
You imitated only Elks, and I imitated all Animals
I really want you, my friend, to take it and check it out.

The Elk laughed at the stupid Monkey; dispelled the sadness.
I took my huge ladle - after all, it’s time.

Of course, Monkeys are another example. But still...
Or an Elk with a huge head and a wise beard on his face.
Or is there a drop of teaching freedom left in the imitation.

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HUNTERS

A bear in a den... like a pig in a pen.
For a resident of the taiga, this is not hunting -
Prey, if need is imminent;
For example, someone close to you fell ill,
Or it just got divorced immensely,
And they can’t do it in such numbers.

This is a prologue, just in case, to the fable,
To make it easier to accept grief and humor.

Toptygin looks at the weather;
Wanders around before going to bed, cleans himself;
The snow has fallen - he is going to sleep.

With us everything is the same as with the peasantry.
Only in their neighborhoods and pens...
There are, of course, enough “hunters” of our own there too -
That field and hayfield will be trampled,
Then suddenly the cattle will be stolen...
But still there, at least they know
Like, there is an owner...
What about our farming here?

In our country, everything is bred in the wild.
Forests and wildlife... seals and bears;
So that everything is harmonious, in moderation
And so that we have enough for ourselves
Take payment for your labor from the beast.
That was the Hunt.
It was only later that wild rabble accumulated in the ranks of scientists;
We began to study the flora and fauna we had grown here,
Yes, teach us how to live correctly,
And don’t harm our animals.
Everything was destroyed, crocodile tears were shed.
And we, generous ones, are ordered to shed...
And we can take any photo of them against the background of corpses
Even with guns, even with tears
It's disgusting to not respect life.
Come on. What to remember the past.
Let's wait for our time
And we will return everything again.

So here it is. I went to Ber's lair to sleep.
After frost, you need to wait a little.
Of course he is like a flock of pigs;
But when it happens
It can break the backbone of an elk.
We checked the strength of the roof, slowly.
If the roof can breathe, they fixed it.
Then they laid the whole thing down with poles.
Yes, carefully! -
If you dry out a little, you won’t shove it right,
From the same pole you will completely get rid of it.
That's all briefly. The beast is locked up by Basco.
Now we can move on to the fable.

Two Elk brothers went to get sick;
Probably the horns froze in winter,
Or maybe I just wanted to decorate them.

Bring dogs with you, five of them;
And it was still early autumn.
There's luck here - a bear in a den.
That “me” will crush you and won’t ask;
And for Elks, hunting is excitement.

And they began to wonder how to get him free,
To make it convenient to shoot.
He just grumbles, not wanting to come out;
The dogs are barking madly at the bear steam!..

Then the little owls remembered the hunting stories;
Like, sable doesn’t like smoke
Yes, it climbs out of roots and stones right away.
But this is a bear.
He probably needs to sharpen the birch bark torch more.

They tore the birch bark with all their hearts with their horns.
They twisted the torch. They set it on fire.
They waited - the flame flared up.
And they threw it away...

They were lucky.
We came to our senses when the snow mushroom explosion subsided.
They don’t even remember their own shooting.
There are no horns, no guns,
The hooves are only intact.
The dogs died -
Some were nailed by the roof
Others got in the way...
From a clumsy, clumsy bear
Only leading tracks remained into the forest distance.

Since then, the elk's antlers have fallen off during the winter.
Only by the shoots can one roughly understand
Since birth of the year.

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GRAYLING

The banks have not yet opened;
Pores have broken through the darkness of the ice;
And melt water excites the nostrils
And the fins pull together towards their native expanses...
Where in the rifts, rifts and reaches
I caught bekarasik with delight
From the shallows, from the depths
Super pilot flying into the air.

In the full breadth of happiness and anticipation of freedom
The dorsal fin is unfurled like a banner,
Like a royal crown;
Scales from hibernation have a dull appearance
Shining in mother-of-pearl again!
Colorful and fairy-tale pattern.

""Hurry!""
Heart is impatient
The bubble trembles, the body trembles;
""The shackles break down! Freedom for me! Freedom""

Tired of a betrayed girlfriend
Chasing the annoying stray cockerels...
And then... noise, roar! The sky has opened!..
A miracle has happened!...

The stream has been cleared of muddy runoff.
There is plenty of fresh, clear water.
In the upper reaches, in a shallow hole
A couple walked together
Relaxing between labors.
Here is their forever beloved home.

In the shiverka, before the roll,
Washed up some clean sand -
A quiet corner for the sacraments.

After a little rest, gain strength
Once again we swam into the sea
Pressed tightly to the bottom,
Clinging to each other
Quickly, quickly!
Tails whipping up breakers
The sand is lifted a little
And they hide the eggs out of sight.

Then suddenly a shiny jig appears before my eyes.
He will play this way or that way.
They have no time, no time to eat.
There's a count of caviar in their stash!
Not for a single day of work.
But he doesn’t give me peace.
Both on vacation and not on vacation
He brazenly puts it right into his mouth.
My friend got angry - I lost my nerves
Yes, grab him!... disappeared!
Grayling ran back and forth across the hole
But not anywhere! Got lost somewhere!
And the impudent jig is here again...
That's it! Gotcha, you bastard - I'll punish you!

He only let out a final smack in surprise.
Yes, I lay down with the cucumber-smelling lads.
There's a guy with a mustache full of idiots
They lay close to each other...

The gills refuse to absorb oxygen in the lost water.
Tasting the coveted moment of happiness, do not sleep -
The bloodworm in front of your nose may not be real.

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AUTOMOBILE

Fuck important CX5
Old victory at a crossroads
- I have both a helmet and compulsory motor insurance
I'm beautiful.
It's time to remove all your junk from the roads.
You're not real - you don't go, you demand fuss...

Victory lowered its head modestly -
A beautiful car suddenly appeared in front of her
That she barely carried her legs to the side.

The “victorious” slow old man trudges on his way
The CX lies beaten on the side of the road...
- Yes, friend, it happens
Everything depends on the hands
In which you trust your steering wheel.

Doesn't require a flashy look
And what speeds he could drive;
Helmets and MTPL don't help...
No matter how much care you require
But you are a real car
When the bell is reliably insured against all accidents.

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OMUT

Night.
Dark.
On the surface of the water
The stars twinkle in abundance.
Are they hiding in the depths?
Or in the silence hidden by mystery
The contemplator is frightened...
The month is like a golden ship,
Swims after dreams...

From century to century the devil enjoyed the happiness of existence.
Power is limited only by one's own imagination and desire, -
Then he will create a new animal for admiration,
That tree, that flower...
But still something was missing. Lonely...
The monotony of eccentricities without a decent society is enough...

He built a fabulously devilish house - a palace.
From white clay he sculpted a beautiful wife,
With a sharp tongue and a simple tail,
And with her he brought children into the darkness for his joy.

Then the devil's performance began in full force!
While the devils are small, there is little grief;
We grew up a little - the damn hoof was missing!
And then there’s their favorite devil to boot:
I gave birth to little devils! I'm the queen here!
You are obliged to strictly fulfill all my whims!
And I don’t care about all your tasks!

The devils are raging beyond measure, the walls of the house have already been shaken;
Their hooves are clattering here and there...
Just look - the palace will be destroyed into rubbish.
Turn on the light, don’t turn on the light - everyone blows it out:
They have enough to taste in the dark.
And the devil began to turn gray in his worries.
"Love-love for your creation,
Yes, there is no desire to throw back the tail and hooves."
And he evicted all the devils, along with the devil, to freedom!

First of all, I personally visited them for a long time, -
The creator's heart ached:
How are they doing there? is there anything needed?
Yes, the children suddenly need help...
- Give me strength, dad!
Gave.
- Give me bread, meat, so that everything grows on its own, and so that there is enough!
Gave.
- Help with clothes - it’s cold here!
Helped...
I couldn’t understand, poor fellow, -
The growing up of children will only be slowed down by freebies.
But slowly it came to a head:
To rush is only to make the devil laugh.
I already gave them everything. Let them think and drag the sleigh up the mountain,
Until they themselves realize the meaning of the palace.

The door is bolted. I hung 7 padlocks.
He propped it up and laid it with a sliver:
"Who understands the life of a pool of little devils -
He can get through."

3.syrr

PACK COUNCIL

Leo ruled - judge
- It’s impossible to live as before.
The jackal loosened his belt,
On the path I just gave a fuck,
Made a big pile
- I’m telling you something, and I’ll teach you back.
The jackal howled, sitting on the sidelines,
The wolves pricked up their ears.
The elephant trumpeted in anger:
- Give a kick and serve it right,
He will know what a flock means.
Expressing dissatisfaction
The jackal screamed again:
- Am I the only one there?
The animals here are thoughtful...
Take specific measures.
There will be an extreme rhinoceros,
A compelling pretext has been invented.
We parted serenely
Completely merged with the forest.
Ah, the jackal was marking the path,
But no one noticed.

The fable is a joke, maybe a joke;
- Why did you cry, fool?
So similar to life, too.
- There is no mare, the reins are nearby.
They took the horse away, you bastards
You're good at telling stories.
- Mouth open, crow
There is no reason to vote.
Go home
Yes, not tomorrow. Overnight.
- I’ll show up to you with a booth,
Tell fables to the laity.
Yes, look, hold your wallet
They fly low, swifts.
- Well, see you tomorrow, or what, bye
Let me rest, I'm just a baby.
I'll gain a little strength,
For simpletons, those little women.
They will pester you for a long time.
All; I'm going to bed soon.

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DEATH

The odious gorilla is fierce.
Macaques are in the wings, right there.
I put my paw on someone’s hearts,
So for the sake of order; more will be stolen.

They steal brazenly, openly, and in front of everyone.
Not everyone is comfortable in the branches of a baobab tree.
A nut thrown to be torn to pieces,
The hamadryas crowd will relax slightly.

The laziest lemur itself.
Apparently he strayed from the pack a long time ago.
And at your leisure counting your chickens,
He is known in the area as a terrible stingy guy.

The entire monkey species is running amok.
Subspecies echo, different mutants.
The gorilla strictly controls everything,
Looking keenly at the chimes.

The rooster is about to hit the crown with its beak.
Or maybe he’ll bite in the heat of the moment.
In his wildly clumsy movement,
He will start chopping off all the heads from the shoulder.

4.galina

FABLE OF THE PARROT

The parrot escaped into the wild, apparently they forgot to close the door.
He came to the domino players from the neighboring yard.
They started bringing me a glass, taught me three little words,
A homeless man slept under a table, fortunately it was summer.

In the morning he flew up into the tree, sent anyone he could,
The four players were waiting for a hangover and a sniff of smoke.
The vocabulary has changed: “Give me a smoke. Pour some booze.”
The philosophy is simple from small-town wits.

I learned how to somehow interfere with the knuckles with my paws,
The cockatoos had to earn their daily bread.
It’s not like a magpie flutters around and looks for glass.
But autumn quietly crept up on the parrot, to his misfortune.

Until the first frost, he sat on a branch like a bullfinch,
The southern bird did not know at all that it was cold in Russia.
There are not only all the living creatures here, but also little people in cages.
If you don't get drunk, you'll freeze. IT'S BETTER TO COME HERE WITH A SCARECROW.

5. RotkaDer

LOTION OR TINCTURE..

Lotion or tincture, hardly a joke,
"hawthorn" underground alcohol brand,
who drank in the scoop right now, without intervals,
got, as it should be, into necro-land.
Anton Privonov will say - don’t dive,
to a bad store without certificates,
and check each strap with a magnifying glass,
who in the printer is Chinese or Georgian.

There is no moral to this terrible fable,
but there is one bear... He sleeps all the time!
Go, aunts, push him away,
after all, in Russia too.. it’s not the same guy..

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Old man and boy

The old man hung his shoulders
on the edge of the village,
the pressure was unbearable
for weak hands.
Here he hears a child's voice:
"Should I buy you a loaf?!"
The neighbor's boys,
"Come on, grandson, come on!"
And immediately somewhere there is strength
taken from the old man:
"There's something about this life.
We'll live until..."

The moral of this fable is
or maybe not fables:
In the hands of Prometheus,
fire or tongue
which burns
which will warm
which has not been studied.
But you're used to it...

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Fable: Money and Charity

The sick man suffered and Mercy came,
prayed to God and changed ducks,
Of course, this didn't help,
It only brightened up the sick moment.
Almost the end and money is on the doorstep,
that they give an injection for half a million,
prayers and amulets worked,
a priceless icon has become myrrh...

In my opinion, there is no point in looking for morality,
and if you find it, you will be horrified by it,
a life given is worth nothing,
and don't look her in the mouth, so...

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Fable: Man and Idea

A Man walked and saw an Idea,
she shone all over like an emerald,
he just bent down, was captured by her,
it seemed to him that he had become great and wise.
He grabbed it and put it in his bag,
pulled me close and ran faster,
he wanted to brag to one friend,
in whom I had confidence.
He twirled it in his hands, and the idea faded,
appeared only as a shard of glass..

The moral of the simple nursery rhyme is:
the idea can be anything
only the head would remain on the shoulders
and the place in it is free for a new one..

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Fable: The Cool and the Sucker

Cool laughed at Loch,
that he was walking.
Loch invited him to the theater,
The cool guy there became a sucker.

Nursery rhymes, the conclusion here is simple:
No matter how cool you are
and whatever you couldn't,
there are still places in the world
where are you, a common loser..

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Fable: Fear and the Fool

People were sitting on the shore, and Fear was with them,
then Ivan the Fool came skipping up to them,
stepped onto thin ice with all his weight, at random,
and even Fear asked him: “Where to, Fool?”
The fool responded with a laugh: “Scare you!”
And the ice cracked, but was able to hold Ivan...

Morality and Fear did not understand the Fool,
and he looked at them, as if even from above...

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Fable: Body and Fat

The mouth opened, and with it a visa-free regime.
Fat accumulated under the skin of soft places.
The Organism woke up: “Stop! No!”
But Fat said: "Wait, we're having lunch now,
which smoothly turns into dinner,
and breakfast tomorrow, I really need breakfast."
The pressure was growing, the heart was beating anxiously,
Everything was bursting at the seams, clothes were coming apart...

The Organism is defeated and lies like a huge pear.
Fat whispers in your ear: “Eat a little more.”

I read you a moral, but it’s bitter,
she wants to have something to eat.
If you're fat, then be happy,
and I can love you like that..

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Fable: The Magpie and the Sparrow

In a very distant province
lived Magpie-Whitepop,
and even though you are young for years,
everyone knew: she gave it to
and also gave this,
I also gave this one...
And Sparrow found out about it,
took fiery dew, grain,
to treat Magpie,
to make it easier to lay...
At first everything went according to plan
the feast was full and drunk,
The magpie smiled sweetly,
but she refused to give it to Sparrow..

The moral of this story is:
Well, if you decide to stick a pen
into poetry, like into a street girl,
then you know, she will break the agreement,
giving inspiration a change..

6. Anti-rose

Cactus fable. Wormy

There lived a terrible worm. It produced humus.
He devoured small people with relish.
It smelled disgusting! This fat "tube"
“I am your everything” he rubbed in before the deathbed.

And another one lived nearby. He is also a gmus
Produced. But it smelled like magic.
And those whom he ate, first in cubes, sir
Pushed. It was light there, he claimed.

The third lived overseas. Famous worm
I ate the same way. I just inspired everyone
How to live. Everywhere in war games
He took away his food from the humans.

We lived a pleasant life without hemorrhoids.
They staged either a plein air or a battle.
They shouted "Bravo!!" brave hero,
Then they divided the body among themselves.

:))) So that there is a fable here, a moral
Need to add. What to chew on worms.
That you will avoid meeting him... it’s unlikely.
But before the meeting you can take a walk. :)

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A fable for Vasenka. Four-wheeled

Once upon a time, grandfather and well done
They argued passionately.
Is this male cooler in motor?
And with whom is life safe?
How two bulls came together to fight,
Point-blank aiming at each other.
And he was a good guy with the BMW.
And the grandfather is on the Pobeda.
When there are two enemies in the heart
Do you agree that it went wrong? :)
Grandfather scratched the horse's side,
And the BMW was gone.

It doesn't matter who has what crap.
New and with a twist.
Metal is more important. With him, like with armor.
And plastic - .. :) I'll be crazy.

/It’s everywhere, this plastic. And metal, it’s only “kind of” metal.
Here, Vasenka, this is a fable for you./

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Passed by train

Girl with red pigtails,
Eyelashes and old skis.
Desperate liar.
Almost like a nasty boy.
Confusing monkey.
On the train, spit-soaked early in the morning.
I was traveling with a round cactus.
She hugged him as if she were her friend.
And here between the rows,
The wolf that is between us
His name was none other than Dima.
All covered in kerosene and makeup.
The girl screamed.
- God!
What is this, my friend, on your fiery skin.
You, dude, are kind of slow.
I love you already somehow unbidden.
And I will love you! Oh, believe me!
Your pears until your most intimate death.
Yes.
She took him by the ears
And she kissed the gray one into his very soul.
- Ah!
Someone cried out in a strangled voice.
So only iodine and smecta will help him.
Hold me, says beauty,
For some intimate places.
Then the girl jumped,
- You are rude!
As usual, we got drunk in the morning. And a trap
She placed it right under his paws.
She took that trap along with the skis from her dad.
- AH! You are a witch with the tenderness of a forget-me-not.
You didn’t love me, said the wolf, not even for a day.
Pulling off cactus needles,
Dima left, looking more like a Christmas tree now.

And for the fable we will have the following moral.
No matter what beautiful queen sits on the train,
Look, maybe on her bare winter knees
My favorite cactus is already sitting with skis against the wall.

/Cactus
Well, in general, there is no need to pester crazy girls! /

7. pryadun-ludmila

FEA AND ROOSTER

The flea has become friends with the rooster and lives on his fat butt.
The rooster is wingless, and also lame. Shakes from his gait
A flea, like in a cradle - grace! Not life - lafa, food is nearby.
But suddenly she started to get bored - she should invite her friends
She also has some friends to visit - male fleas and biters.
There’s plenty of fat for everyone here, but I’ll waste my adrenaline.
I called everyone. And guests immediately began to flock to her in droves.
Fleas frolic on their tail and think - how lucky
They all have this with their girlfriend! - Well, the rooster is not happy.
- There was peace with one flea - it tickled. And now it hurts
A flea army was gnawing at him, he began to scream at the top of his lungs
And use your beak to rip out the feathers from the tail. He doesn't want to be friends with a flea.
The hostess came running when she screamed. - How lousy my loudmouth got,
And she brought the ointment with her and smeared it all over his flippers.
And the fleas all came to an end - one flea remained alive.
And I thought. - The rooster is a bastard! - The nice bunch has broken up.
The flea left the rooster to seek another refuge.
The rooster lives alone for now and enjoys peace.
The corydalis sometimes tramples, sings beautifully - loudly!
And if there are no fleas, it doesn’t matter! Everything on the butt is cultured and clean.
The owner appreciates the rooster - her granddaughter gave it to her.
She would have boiled his offal in soup a long time ago.
Well, the flea found shelter on the hog and is not bored...
There are a ton of guests with her. He doesn't remember the rooster.
And yet you can’t be friends with a flea! – They must be exterminated at the roots.
- Whether it’s a rooster or a pig, so as not to walk around with a lousy butt...

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ABOUT THE HARE

He graduated from the Hare Institute, a very prestigious medical institute.
He sits, hosts the reception, and then comes to him, Comrade Svinsky.
Well, all to myself, of course. – He probably lives richly?
And for me, it’s like crazy – well, it’s not a salary, but a patch.
- What complaints do you have? - I completely lost my appetite
And my left eye is swollen, and my hoof itches at night
The right leg is like a hand. I lost all peace.
- My wife got mad as hell and demands that he castrate himself.
Like, because of these piglets, she lost her figure,
And the tits hung to the ground, and the belly was flabby and chattering.
- You can’t go to the beach with this, and you can’t wear a neckline...
Comrade doctor, help! - There is no life, do you believe me?
We used to live like everyone else - a barn, a trough and straw.
We were digging through our own shit. - Now I have built a mansion! –
But it’s not enough for them, everyone wants a separate bedchamber.
What can we say about this? – Shower, tiles, branded cesspool.
- If you help me, friend, I’ll get rich! You will live as richly as I do. –
I will soon get a position at the top, you will be like a brother to me.
- For your brother? - The hare became depressed. - So you and I are not alike.
Look what you are! - But I have neither skin nor a well-fed face.
Only the ears stick out so that they can hear the liars better.
But what do I see for you? - And have a drink and eat something to eat.
- An intellectual, he’s like a sick person! - Why the fool, did I fall into them? –
It would have been better to have been born a pig and bathed in wealth and luxury.
My little hare did such a nasty thing to me the other day.-
We'd like to skin her alive. - I went to work as a charwoman for a donkey!
Now there is a snake at the mirror, and day and night, like a louse, it spins -
Looks like a donkey, you see! - She was going to divorce me.
Like, the donkey has his own home - a harem, donkeys wear miniskirts,
And in lace panties, transparent on intimate fur coats.
But the chickens don’t bite for money! And he loves small women very much. –
They'll have donkey bunnies! – It’s a complete mess – no one judges
For depravity - my God! – I can’t imagine what will happen?
- A goat with a bear's head, a sheep - a slut fornicates with a wolf...
- Comrade doctor, what should I do? - The boar begged, help!
Eh, friend, why are you yelling like that? - Get the crap out of your head.
I can remove your eye, we’ll cut off your hoof up to the shoulder...
I advise you to beat the pig! - The boar is all wet - well, doctor, that's enough!
Bardel all around - neither give nor take. - Here's to you, vaunted freedom!
- Everyone should know their place. - We are right through, not knowing the ford,
We're rushing headlong, we'll probably soon become human,
And just like them, we will disgrace ourselves on all counts.
Goodbye doctor, I have to go - I'm going to go burn my mansions!
A pig, she is a pig! - She's had enough straw!

8. solo5591

"LEPILA"

The hare sculpted his “dumplings”
Rhyming everything quickly.
And I was happy to do this.
This is how little children sculpt
Cake creativity of grief,
Getting into the sandbox in the morning.

Not trained as a cook
I had no idea about the matter.
And he imagines himself to be a poet,
And being sure of this,
He “sang”, decisive and courageous,
With incredible zeal.

And hanging Christmas trees all around
With sheets of their songs,
The slanted eyes look amusing,
Without hearing laughter, ridicule,
Without noticing them at all,
He lived calmly and cheerfully.

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Demon under feathers

One day the old nightingale
Because of its sclerosis
Forgotten the songs of former days,
I saw it at the marvelous hour of dawn
Among the green spring branches
A young nightingale.
He sadly saddened quietly
About your years,
As is usual with old people.
And this fable would end.
But there's some kind of bird demon here
Climbed under his feathers.
And at that very moment
All thoughts turned sharply:
“Who am I, really?!”
The soul is not yet barely
In my dried bird body."
And he began to trill.
So I fell apart in the end
Our highly experienced singer,
What is right here, after the song,
The enthusiastic lady gave up.

The moral of this fable is simple:
Men! Sing at least until you're a hundred.