Read folk tales about lazy people. Tales of lazy people in folklore and literature. Dad tells a story
15.02.2016
When winter came, Bull the hedgehog was very happy with the snow. He went sledding down a high hill, played snowballs with Little Bear and ate juicy tangerines. And in the evening, mom told the hedgehog, tired of daytime games, interesting stories. She remembered many of them by heart, and some she found on the Internet. She also found a fairy tale about laziness there, which helped the hedgehog a lot.
How Bulya was told a tale about laziness
One morning Bul woke up and saw that all the paths to their cozy house it was so covered with snow that it was impossible to go outside. Because of this, the school was closed for quarantine, and the hedgehog had to stay at home all alone. 
Buhl woke up when his parents had already left for work. A delicious breakfast was waiting for him on the table. Having eaten, the hedgehog began to think what to do. Of course, it was necessary to wash the plate, but the hedgehog did not want to wet his paws. He took out his toys, but it was boring to play alone. Buhl left his typewriters on the floor. He wandered around the house and then fell asleep.
The hedgehog slept all day and all night. And when his mother woke him up in the morning, Bulya suddenly became too lazy to get up. He didn't feel like getting dressed, brushing his teeth, and making his bed. The hedgehog did not even want to go to visit the Bear cub. And he was his best friend!
Bull, are you not feeling well? - Dad asked him in the evening.
The hedgehog admitted that he had no temperature, but for some reason he did not want to do anything. Then the father said to him:
- And let's read a fairy tale about laziness.
Dad tells a story
“A long time ago, when our forest was very small, a little girl came into it. She was wearing a jam-stained dress, and one of her pigtails was disheveled. The girl sat on a stump and sat on it all day. A little squirrel ran up to her and invited her to play with him. But the girl refused. She did not go with the hare, she refused the bear cub. Her long sighs carried through the forest and disturbed its inhabitants. The children did not want to play to these sounds, and their mothers did not want to bake delicious pies. Dads didn't go to work. All the inhabitants of the forest did nothing. Very soon, their houses became dirty, and the refrigerators were empty. The forest dwellers are sad.” 
- Bull, this girl's name was Len. She comes when you say you're bored.
“How did they drive her away, papa?”
Papa hedgehog smiled:
They didn't chase her away. Mom Hare saw that everyone was sad and lazy. And she decided to bake her signature cherry pie. And he smelled so delicious that the girl went to his scent. She was promised a piece if she brushed her hair and washed her dress. The girl refused at first, but Hare's mother put a scoop of ice cream on the pie. The girl could not resist and put herself in order.
When she came into the kitchen, clean and beautiful, a smile played on her face. The girl no longer wanted to be sad. She ate the pie and even washed her plate after herself. 
"So it's all about the cherry pie?" asked the hedgehog.
No, Bull. When laziness comes, you can't give in to it. I need to brush my teeth and help my mom. You see, hedgehogs and other forest dwellers are only happy when they are doing something. So dads go to work, kids go to school, and moms bake pies.
Buhl understood everything, and he felt very ashamed. He decided to download a fairy tale about laziness and read it to all his school friends.
The next morning he woke up very early, made the bed, cleaned the needles and made tea for mom and dad. And then he ran to the Bear cub and was never lazy again!
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There was, and there was nothing - a husband and wife lived. The husband was so lazy that he didn't want to do anything. For whole days he only eats and rolls around - then he turns on one side, then on the other. And the wife works with all her might, feeds herself and her husband, clothes, everything, she does everything alone. But no matter how much the wife fights, they are all poor and poor. And what can she do alone? And their field, unfortunately, is somewhere far away, but everything is rocky, but sandy, only nettles and all sorts of weeds grow on it, nothing more.
So the wife gathered in the spring, begged the neighbors, plowed this field with their help, then took the grain, sowed it, and a field sprang up - yes, what a field, the whole sea is worried. The month of harvest has come, the bread has ripened, and the wife says to her husband:
- Get up, go look at least at our field. Maybe nothing came up there, and in vain, we only hope.
Somehow this lazy man got up, dragged himself. I hadn’t even gone halfway, when I turned back, came home and said to my wife:
- I was there, I saw - nothing rose there, except for nettles and weeds, for nothing only so much grain was consumed.
The wife knows what kind of field they have, but she did not say anything to her husband. And when the harvest time came, he said to him:
- Either go to the field to reap, or stay at home, churn butter, feed the mother hen with chickens, look after them, sift flour, bake bread.
Decided to stay at home lazy. He took a skein of thread from his wife and, so that the chickens would not scatter and disturb him, he tied them all with one thread to a hen and let them go through the threshing floor.
Suddenly, out of nowhere - a kite, he attacked the chickens and carried them all away along with the tied hen. And the lazy man put a bag of flour, a sieve, milk in a bowl on his back and chased the kite like that, thinking: “I’ll scare the kite, I’ll make it leave the hen with chickens, and I’ll sift the flour, and I’ll beat the butter, so I’ll get rid of all the cases at once.”
Only he didn’t catch up with the kite, he didn’t sift the flour, he didn’t knock down the butter - everything fell on him, was beaten and woke up. And so he was left with nothing. The lazy man thinks how to be, how to meet a wife without chickens.
He remembered that his wife had laid eggs. He took out these eggs, put them in a basket and sat on them, thinking: “I will sit for a while. Perhaps, by the time the wife returns from the field, new chickens will hatch.
The lazy man sits on his eggs, cackling like a mother hen: "Kvoh-kvoh... Kvoh-kvoh..."
The wife returned from the harvest, shouting to her husband:
- Open the doors!
And the husband only cackles in response:
- Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
For the second time, the wife screams:
- Open the doors!
- Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! - the husband answers again. And for the third time the wife called out:
- But where are you, where did you disappear to? Open the door, are you deaf?!
No one answers her, only “quoh, quoh” is heard from the house.
The wife broke the door and entered. He sees - her husband is sitting in a basket, which is a hen, and cackles.
- What else are you thinking, what are you doing there? Get out of this basket now.
“The kite took away the mother hen with chickens, so I wanted to hatch new chickens,” says the husband.
“I don’t need your chickens, get out,” says the wife, pulled him out of the basket and sat him down by the hearth.
The next morning the husband's wife asks:
- How are you? Are you going to reap, or maybe you will stay at home again?
- No, I'd better go reap, - says the husband, - just give me three chickens: one for breakfast, one for lunch, one for dinner.
- Oh, just take off this crop, I will give you not three, but four chickens a day. The lazy man went into the field. And I didn’t tie up two sheaves in a day, everything is lying around and sleeping, but there are no chickens
I forgot - I ate all three at once. Time goes by. Three, four days passed like that. So all the grain in the field would have dried up and crumbled, only once the wife of a lazy man got up, dressed like a man, took a weapon, mounted a horse and rode off. She drove up to her husband and shouted:
- Hey, reaper, do you know what lazy? Our king's son is sick, dying. They taught us to feed this lazy person with a liver.
The lazy man was frightened and began to swear:
- Just an hour since I started harvesting, where could I collect more?
“Look, you won’t take off all the bread by evening, I’ll come, I’ll cut off your head, cut out your liver and take it away,” this warrior said and left.
The lazy man rushed to reap, took off all the bread, did not leave one ear. By the evening he fell a little alive from fatigue and groaned. The wife came, brought food, is it time for him to eat? Barely alive sitting, barely breathing.
Wife asks:
- Why are you so tired?
The lazy man told her that a man had passed from the king and threatened: “If you don’t take off all the bread until the evening, I’ll come, I’ll kill you, I’ll cut out your liver and take it away.”
“Don’t be afraid,” his wife consoled him, “he squeezed everything, he won’t do anything to you.” So somehow the sheaves were tied up, brought; threshed and filled the grain.
This lazy man had one pig. Whatever is edible in the house, he wears everything to this pig. Feeds her, feeds her. The wife said:
- We ourselves have nothing to eat, why are you dragging this pig? Let's stab her better.
“No, I won’t stab until the fat comes out of her,” says the husband.
The wife took the butter, melted it, splashed it on the pig, showed it to her husband and said:
- You see how fat she is, and fat is coming out of her.
Then the lazy man took it and slaughtered his beloved pig - no matter how much he loved her, but apparently he loved his stomach more.
Very soon the lazy man ate his pig, only one ham and his wife managed to hide it. The lazy man found out that his wife had another ham, stuck:
- Give him too!
- No, - says the wife, - I won't!
- I'll die if you don't.
"Die," says the wife. If you die, you won't hurt anyone.
The lazy man got up, lay down on the couch, screwed up his eyes, fell silent and lay there, not breathing. The wife wept over her husband who was dead.
They brought the priest, put together a coffin, laid the lazy man down and carried him to the church. Nevertheless, the wife came up to her husband again and whispered:
- Get up, or we'll bury it.
- How can I get up? I've died.
“Get up, I say,” the wife repeats.
- Give me a pork ham - I'll get up, - says the husband.
- No! - says the wife.
- No, I won't get up.
They carried the lazy man like a dead man and laid him down in the church. As it got dark, the wife of this lazy man got up, went to the church doors and shouted:
- Hey, dead people, old and new! Listen - a new temple is being built in the sky, get up and carry all the bricks. The old dead wear a hundred, the new - two hundred.
The lazy man thought: “I can’t even lift five bricks, why the hell am I going to carry two hundred of them?” I jumped up and let's run out of the church.
Since then, he does not think of either dying or asking for pork hams, and he no longer rolls on his side. He began to work, and the husband and wife lived happily and richly.
Pestilence is there, feast is here,
Sifting there, flour here.
speaker, listener
Save me from the sea.
On this page, read the text "The Tale of the Lazy Man" by Samuil Marshak, written in 1922.
In one action
CHARACTERS
Father.
Fisherman.
Lazy son.
Watchman.
Woodcutter.
Old man.
Stonemason.
Pillar with the inscription "Big Road".
FATHER (bringing his son out onto the road). Here is the big road. Go wherever you want. It’s enough for you to sit on the stove and eat your father’s bread for free.
LAZY PERSON. Your truth, father! But where should I go? I'd rather sit here on a stone.
FATHER. Why would you sit in vain? Get busy.
LAZY PERSON. And I, father, will sit and think about what to do.
FATHER. You've been sitting for twenty years, but you haven't invented anything. Well, okay, sit for another hour and think. And then I'll come and see. If you can't think of anything, I'll drown you!
LAZY PERSON. Okay, drown! Your will! (Bows at his feet.)
Father leaves.
Invented! Raven will count! One, two, three ... There are so many of them! Four, five ... Look, they fly apart, they don’t sit still, it’s hard to count ... Six, seven, eight ... Oh, I was mistaken, there was an eighth jackdaw! (Waves her hand.) Ksh, go away! Nine ten…
The woodcutter is coming.
WOODCUTTER. Hello Lazy. What are you doing?
LAZY PERSON. Raven I think.
WOODCUTTER. Good deal, but how much do you get paid for it?
LAZY PERSON. They don't pay anything!
WOODCUTTER. So, it's not profitable. Come to my service.
LAZY PERSON. What are you doing?
WOODCUTTER. I cut firewood.
LAZY PERSON. How do you cut them?
WOODCUTTER. And like this! (Shows.)
LAZY PERSON. No, I don't like your work.
WOODCUTTER. Why is she bad?
LAZY PERSON. You have to work while standing. Legs get tired.
WOODCUTTER. Well, make things easier for yourself! (Exits.)
Stonemason appears.
STONE CUTTER. Hello Lazy. What are you doing?
LAZY PERSON. I am looking for work.
STONE CUTTER. What can you do?
LAZY PERSON. Raven count, chop wood.
STONE CUTTER. Why don't you do it?
LAZY PERSON. Counting a crow is unprofitable, chopping firewood - you have to stand, your legs will get tired.
STONE CUTTER. Come to my service. I work sitting.
LAZY PERSON. How do you work?
The stonemason sits down and starts banging on the stone with a hammer.
No, this job is not for me. Your back hurts.
STONE CUTTER. Well, look for easier jobs. (Exits.)
The fisherman appears.
FISHER. Hello Lazy. What are you doing?
LAZY PERSON. I am looking for work.
FISHER. What can you do?
LAZY PERSON. Raven count, chop wood, hew stones.
FISHER. Why don't you do it?
LAZY PERSON. Counting a crow is unprofitable, chopping firewood - you have to stand, your legs will get tired, hew stones - your back will hurt!
FISHER. Well, come to my service. My job is easy: cast your line and wait for it to bite.
LAZY PERSON. This is good work. And how long do you have to wait?
FISHER. Sometimes you sit all day.
LAZY PERSON. No, I don't like your work. I love sleeping during the day.
FISHER. Don't like it, don't. Look for easier jobs! (Exits.)
The watchman appears with a mallet.
WATCHMAN Hello Lazy! What are you doing?
LAZY PERSON. I am looking for work.
WATCHMAN What can you do?
Lazy person. Raven count, chop wood, hew stones, catch fish.
WATCHMAN Why don't you do it?
Lazy person. Counting a crow is unprofitable, chopping firewood - you have to stand, your legs will get tired, hewing stones - your back will hurt, catching fish - you can’t sleep during the day!
WATCHMAN Come to my service. I sleep all day.
LAZY PERSON. All day? That is good. And when do you work?
WATCHMAN At night. I go and watch.
LAZY PERSON. No, your work does not suit me, I like to sleep at night!
WATCHMAN Oh you Lazy! Look for another owner! (Exits.)
Father appears.
FATHER. Well, Lazybones, did you come up with some business?
LAZY PERSON. I figured it out, daddy, I figured it out!
FATHER. What can you do?
LAZY PERSON. Raven count, chop wood, hew stones, catch fish, guard people.
FATHER. Why aren't you doing this?
LAZY PERSON. Counting a raven, father, is unprofitable, chopping firewood - you have to stand, your legs will get tired, hewing stones - your back will hurt, catching fish - you can’t sleep during the day, guarding people - you can’t sleep at night!
FATHER. Oh, lazy, lazy! No good will come of you! Let's go, I'll drown you in the river!
LAZY PERSON. Is it far to go?
FATHER. No, not far. You and I passed through the river when we came here.
LAZY PERSON. You would have drowned earlier, otherwise now you have to go back!
FATHER. Bend over, I'll tie a stone to your neck! (Ties a large stone.)
LAZY PERSON. Oh, and the trouble is with you!
The Old Man appears.
OLD MAN. Wait, why are you tying a stone around his neck?
FATHER. I want to heat.
OLD MAN. Why drown?
FATHER. He does not want to work, but there is nothing to feed him.
OLD MAN. I'm sorry young man. Give it to me, I'll feed it!
LAZY PERSON. And what will you feed?
OLD MAN. Here is a bag of crackers. Soak them in water and eat.
LAZY PERSON. More wet!
OLD MAN (to father). Well, fellow countryman, I have lived a century in the world, but I have never seen such a lazy person. Hit him, hurry up!
FATHER (Lazy). Get up, let's go.
LAZY PERSON. And where to?
FATHER. Yes to the river!
LAZY PERSON. I won't go on foot. If you want to drown, take me or carry me in your arms!
FATHER. How can I carry you? I can't lift you!
LAZY PERSON. Call people for help!
FATHER. Oh, trouble with you! (Looking around.) Hey, good people! Help the lazy son drown in the river.
WOODCUTTER
STONE CUTTER (appearing). Why not help!
RYBOLOV Help! Tea, neighbors!
WATCHMAN
(They raise Lazy and sing.)
We carry Lazy to the river!
He lived his life on the stove!
He asked for food and drink!
We carry it to drown!
LAZY PERSON. Well, carry it, carry it, don't shake it too hard! At least in the end I’ll ride you ... Farewell, good people, don’t remember dashingly!
FATHER. You would, Lazybones, take off your hat, saying goodbye to people!
LAZY PERSON. Here's another - I'll take off my hat! And so it will be fine! Farewell, good people!
Everyone leaves except for the Old Man.
OLD MAN (one). Ai-ai-ai, sorry for the guy! They drown him. This is what laziness leads to!
Lazy is back.
LAZY PERSON. Corrected!
OLD MAN. Oh, my dear! Has it really improved? Well, sit down, take the stone off your neck! Is it hard for you?
LAZY PERSON. How difficult it is! (Tries to remove the stone.) And let it hang! Another rope to untie ... Never mind, I'll get used to it!
OLD MAN. And what are you going to do now, my dear?
LAZY PERSON. I will work.
OLD MAN. Here's a good guy! And what kind of work will you take?
LAZY PERSON. Raven will count!
OLD MAN. And what's the point in that?
LAZY PERSON. There is no good, but there is little trouble! Sit on a rock and count... Look how many of them have flown! One, two, three, four... Shh! (Waving his hat.)
Note:
The play "The Tale of the Lazy Man" was first published with the subtitle "In 1 act" in the book: "E. Vasilyeva and S. Marshak, Theater for Children", 1922.
Here, they say, they say, the favorite heroes of Russian fairy tales (Ivan the Fool, Balda, Emelya) are lazy and fools. And in general it is customary for us to somehow look at our folk tales somewhat condescendingly, they say - some kind of nonsense, stupid tales, one nonsense.
But to think so is a big mistake. First of all, because Russian folk tales are seen this way only from our adult point of view.
But if you look at these heroes eyes not adults but children- then these tales are not at all about lazy people and fools, but ABOUT THEM!!!
Do you want proof? Observe how your children react to these stories.
Wanna know what feel CHILDREN, when do they listen to fairy tales about Emelya, Balda and Ivan the Fool?
1. Firstly, that the main characters of these fairy tales are very close to them.
- that's precisely because they are also completely unaware of the adult world of endless "useful and necessary" things. They don't fit into it. As are they, so far.
2. Second, that heroes (adults!) also make mistakes.
And sometimes they are so stupid and ridiculous that even small children can understand: they made a mistake, got into a mess. They chose a bag of sand, not silver (“Balda”) as wages, went for firewood and, unable to cope with the sleigh, passed a bunch of people (“Emelya”), released a beautiful mare in exchange for a hunchbacked little horse (“Humpbacked Horse” ).
(By the way, psychologists say that young children are VERY afraid of making a mistake - especially in comparison with an adult who knows everything a hundred times better and never stumbles in children's eyes. Why not "smart older brothers" from all fairy tales?)
3. Well, the fact that all of them are either idlers or idlers who are not striving for anything - after all, this is again about children!
They don’t understand why they need to go to chop wood if the stoves don’t lie so well. Why do you need to endlessly carry water, guard horses, work here, there ...
They do not yet have a "program" to do something, because "necessary" - they do only what they want and bring pleasure. Live their simple desires.
And these stories are important to them a hundred times. They have a huge psychotherapeutic potential.
Because it is these fairy tales that soothe the anxiety that arises in children.
They say:
- Look, there he is, such a big uncle, quite an adult - but he is also mistaken! Making mistakes is okay, don't be afraid to make mistakes!
- The road to true love is always difficult - but do not be afraid of difficulties, boldly overcome trials, like Ivan Tsarevich, and you will find your happiness (for boys, of course, fairy tales encourage girls to take an example from Elena the Beautiful and other princess girls);
- Do not be afraid to trust your intuition, follow it like Ivanushka follows the ball, and the girl Vasilisa follows the advice of the doll;
Follow your feelings, even when your mind says otherwise. Look: you thought it was stupid to take a sandbag, that Balda lost - and he saved a beauty from the fire with them. It turns out - won!
- Like Emelya, you also don’t like it when the elders ask you to do what you are “reluctant” - but, firstly, Emelya does it anyway (which means you need to help the elders, even when you don’t feel like it). And secondly, when we respond to the suggestions and requests of other people, miracles can happen to us (magic ring, pike, snake).
- Being kind, honest, sincere, open (ask everyone for directions, help everyone) is good. The world helps those who help it. Repays good for good.
- There are scoundrels in the world (deceptive brothers, thieving Foxes, all destroying Gorynychi Serpents, greedy evil Koshchei). But they are exceptions, specific characters. The world as a whole (rivers, trees, animals, the Sun and the Moon, the wind…) is kind, sympathetic, loving and fair. And he will always help you defeat any evil. The main thing is that you yourself remain kind.
4. Also, children do not measure the actions of heroes with “adult justice”.
They do not yet know the Bible or the Constitution. This is too complicated for them. But they are very consonant with the feelings of the characters.
And when Emelya crushed a bunch of people with his sleigh, they feel that he did not want this, that he accidentally did it. “Just like yesterday I accidentally pushed Stasik.”
And the fact that he made a club in the forest and on the way back it “broke off the sides” of the people whom he offended by accident, and they were going to take revenge on him on purpose, to attack him alone in a crowd - this can even cause rejoicing. Because the kid feels that revenge is not fair, and that in this sense Emelya is right. And also because the kid still does not know how to stand up for himself - and learns from the hero to defend himself from offenders.
(By the way, in the original version of the tale, Emelya did not make a mace in the forest, but a cookie for carrying firewood, a thing useful for the house. He is a good hero, not at all vengeful. And when he was attacked by offended townspeople, he ordered that “break off their sides” I think that this version of the tale is more authentic, and moral, of course).
When Emelya goes to the tsar on the stove, for an adult it sounds like the highest degree of laziness and arrogance, for a child it sounds like the highest courage to remain oneself even in such emergency and dangerous circumstances.
When he whispers about Princess Marya: “Let her love me!” For us, this is a sign of impudence and offensive freebies, but for children, it is a sign that they love not for something, that there is no corruption in her. It has value, but no price. And that love can be asked just like that. And what is even more amazing - it can be obtained.
That the two of them were then chained in a barrel means that not everyone may like your desires, and that someone can create serious trouble for you for them.
But also the fact that there is a power that hears your requests, and - if you are true to yourself, kind and honest - will always help.
So is there a "freebie" in Russian fairy tales?
Or is it a “virus” invented by those adults who themselves did not hear these fairy tales as children?
And who are the favorite heroes of our fairy tales - fools, lazy people, princes or ... our children? Toddlers, for whom, in essence, these fairy tales are written ...
So - read them to your crumbs safely!
And let our children grow up as bright and pure in soul as the heroes of Russian folk tales.
P.S. How do your children listen to fairy tales? Do you read Russian folk tales to them? What do your kids say about Balda, Emel and Ivan the Fool, why do they like (or dislike) them? What characters do you want to be like, and why? Write in the comments!
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