Tales for Young Children. V. SpeysЧитать онлайн книгу.

      There are many different toys, but most of all toys boy loved to play with toy named Bear. So he called the teddy Bruin.

      One day my mother took the boy, the boy and his bear all went to gather wild berries. They went out of the village and along the road, field, went to the side of the river nearest forest. Now and the river. Here is a fun game of catch-up boys. Children laughing and squealing flounder in water and difficult to understand, someone who catches up and who runs away, but all good. Here is a bridge over the river. The bridge mom, boy and a small teddy bear in the arms of the boy, moved to the other side of the river. Then immediately begins the forest. Then the road led forest. Mysterious silence stood in it. Branches of fir trees high in the fabulous frozen silence. And this mystery, cool and slightly audible noise of the wind is high, high up in the tops of fir trees filled the little boy waiting secrets. He hugged her tight teddy bear and tightened his grip on the handle of his mom’s hand. But they soon came to light clearing, where there were plenty of red berries and a lot of flowers. Mysterious forests gave way to play funny birds chirping in the trees, fluttering colorful butterflies flitting from flower to flower, but the buzz of a bumblebee, flown at the very plush Bruin faces. And suddenly disappeared from the imagination of a boy and a hut on chicken legs, and a terrible Baba Yaga, and fabulous Grey Wolf with a sly Fox. The boy looked around a little disappointed, but soon about everything forgotten because he was so good, easily as if he himself and butterfly flits from flower to flower at this wonderful meadow filled with red berries and flowers. Everywhere could hear the chirping of grasshoppers jumping here and there, from the stem to the stalk, when the little boy reaches for the handle red strawberries. Their mature color beckoned, and I wanted to collect more and bigger. Unnoticed basket filled like itself. And the mother took the boy by the handle, and they went home. Boy, tired and happy wonderful walk in the woods, after dinner went to his little bed and fell asleep already. And then, horror of horrors, he forgot his boy in the forest bears. Oh, as for him there alone, anxious thoughts haunted kid. There go the terrible beasts, poor, poor Bear. The boy sobbed and wept. To crib mom went:

      Sonny, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? – Anxiously asked. Learn what happened, my mother said: – Do not cry baby, little Bear now hid in the grass and he was not afraid. But tomorrow we will go to that same meadow and find it there. And he’s from the same forest animals, and he is not afraid.

      – No, my mother, my teddy bear is not a beast, he’s my friend, he’s a boy teddy Bear, the same as I do! – Anxious said the child.

      – You know, baby, bears very well climb trees. They are not afraid of the forest animals who walk in the woods. Fears neither wolves nor foxes, because they can not climb trees. Well, hares and even less afraid not.

      The boy calmed down and began to think that the same course my teddy bear hiding in a tree. No, he can not hide in a tree, he does not know how to climb trees, as I had not thought of and did not tell my mom. He’s still very, very small and can not climb trees. Well, of course he is hiding in the tall grass in the meadow, or in those bushes that surround the clearing dense ring. I have nothing to fear for Bear, he is brave. So thought the baby and teddy bear in the meantime…

      Long awaited Bear boy. So long, that now night. It became dark and scary forest. From tales that boy reading a mom, Bear knew that in a forest inhabited terrible beasts that come out at night to hunt. And the bear decided to hide so that it could not miss. Already in the sky the moon rose. He lit meadow with blue light, and this light was the light, as if the day, only bushes darkened by the field of a black stain. Here’s what they decided to hide Bear. He crawled under the small but densely overgrown foliage bush and hid. There he stayed until the morning. When the sun rose, the day came. Bear went on his way home. That river, bridge, across a field in the village led Bruin road. And here is the house in which he lives a boy. Bear climbed the porch, knocked on the door and immediately went to sleep, because he did not sleep all night.

      Here boy opened his eyes. Already the sun was shining through the window, it’s time to get up. The boy suddenly thought of a bear, he quickly got out of bed, ran out of the bedroom and opened the door. I saw on the threshold of the door of his Bruin, very glad that they took him in his arms and ran to her mother, showing her that brave Bear himself came out of the woods.

      Author’s Note:

      Bears Return from the forest dream boy.

      In fact, until the boy slept, my mother went into the forest and brought a forgotten toy. Now the kid never forgets Bruin when taking it with you on trips.

      Doggy named Wafik